#2 Dinner

he smiled and kept his finger locked a second to long . marrow loved the ideal of friends and some forever to boot he couldn't help but feel uplifted a bit. taken a chance to see if any of the people she had mentioned were around him so he could say hello.


"it would be my up most pleasure rubes and i hope so i really would like some friends there a bit foreign to me but, im more than excited."

Marrow eat the mint with out second thoughts. smiled and thought of his parent his face went light blue for moment almost stale. thinking on the lose of his parents but this was his best friend he should be open he thought.

"they died and grandpa can be stressful at time but the club would be fun"he wanted to change the subject post haste. he never liked talking about the past.

Marrow listing to all the words the she she said has things slowed down in his mind. he felt a small skip in his little heart but realty hit him hard has thought more on it . shifting his gaze to the window wandering what all he could find.


"i would say more Ryan im complex has it is. not that your not pretty i just feel better time that way but anyway where should we explore first"

He breathed a sigh of relief when Ryan saylt next to him. Gerald was worried if he had to the other students, especially that Marrow guy, he seemed weird.

He shrugged at Ryan's question. "I... Don't know?" Gerald looked over at Dani again. She seemed to be on her way back, so that was good. He did wonder what she gave him, though. "My afternoon was alright, maybe? How was yours?" Hey look, he was getting better with talking!

When Dani sat down, he waved at her, much at ease with both his friends here. Seeing the nuts, he realised he should take some too, and he did, wrapping it in a lot of napkins first. "How was... your day, Dani?"

Becca rolled her eyes at Lailee’s snarky response, not surprised that she was strongly opposed to a sharing and caring session. She was about to return the snarky comment with one of her own when Lailee proclaimed she couldn’t leave because she hadn’t eaten, after they had just spent the last few minutes arguing about her not eating. She wondered idly if her roommate was always so indecisive or if this was a side effect of whatever was on her mind.

Becca tried hard not to laugh, but failed, as Lailee shoveled a huge big of what appeared to be mush into her mouth and then choked on it. “Serves you right for being so difficult.” Rebecca teased, keeping her tone light so she wouldn’t anger her new friend--it seemed at the moment that she had no idea what would or would not bother the other Slytherin.

“Yeah, I was planning on it. You?” She glanced around the table, wondering when dessert would appear and trying to decide if she wanted to wait, “Are you done here or are you planning to choke down more of the slop you created on your plate? I personally wouldn’t, but vomiting stories may be funny in the future…”

Kier smirked and waved back to Soph before doing a nonchalant headcount in the room, finding most of the people he knew, or at least gave a little sh*t about, were all here. He didn’t know why he felt so suspicious all of a sudden, but he made sure to keep it from reaching his expression. After the bridge incident he suddenly found himself a little concerned about others going missing.

As if summoned by his train of thought, Seabrook emerged from the shadows and entered the hall shortly after, looking like a damn Dementor until apparently deciding to fix herself. Careful Seabrook, your evil b*tch is showing. He followed her in his peripherals while acting busy eating his food, only looking at her directly long enough to shoot her a glare when she tormented a younger Hufflepuff.

He almost said something, but then decided to simply roll his eyes and continue eating. Soon enough she’d get her own karma anyway. For now, he simply had to be patient. He finished his bit of food and pushed the plate away before laying his head back on the table and closing his eyes, silently listening to the hum of conversation coming from the Slytherin table next to him.

As dinner started to end but dessert not yet served, Kier opened his eyes and suddenly put his plan into action. All this time, a black cylinder hovered in the shadows amongst the ceiling’s columns high above the Slytherin table. Waiting for the star of the show to finally show herself, Kier had kept it suspended with the use of his wand hidden out of sight under the table. Now, with a flick, he finally ended the levitation spell and discreetly slipped his wand back into his robes, sending the cylinder plummeting down toward the table.

With a loud POP the black cylinder hit the Slytherin table and unleashed a cloud of hot pink glitter, right into the faces of the unsuspecting snakes. Perhaps the bridge incident called for a far worse retaliation, but that was exactly why he chose this. Sparkles were clingy b*stards and nearly impossible to rid yourself of, even with the use of magic they could be tricky. Besides, he just wanted to give them a taste of the humiliation he had felt, the rest didn’t really matter.


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“Very funny.” Lailee replied, deadpan, at Becca’s commentary, pushing her plate away with a vaguely queasy expression, not wanting to accidentally come into contact with it again. She was spared from further comment as she spotted Amara enter the Great Hall, and she turned her attention from her nosy friend to one who was more interesting and less observant. Well, likely not less observant, just less likely to point out her shortcomings unless directly involved. Either way, she was relieved from the distraction from scrutiny.

She watched Amara eat, not wanting to bombard her with questions immediately--like where had she been? Why had she needed a cleaning charm for what appeared to be red stuff on her hands? Wasn’t it early in the term for murder? Of course, thinking back to the bridge, perhaps not.

Lailee watched in curiosity as Amara got up and walked across the hall to talk to a Ravenclaw and then pour water on a Hufflepuff. When Amara sat back down, Lailee noticed she seemed more tired than usual, and she wondered what exactly her friend had been up to when she had been with Becca.

“Interesting? Well, Eleanor Bernard….” Lailee took a moment to glare at the Gryffindor table, suddenly angry again at the stupid girl for the things she had said, “is a vile creature who needs to be destroyed.” She spared Amara the details at the moment, figuring there was plenty of time to do that later.

“But more importantly, what was all of that about?” Lailee asked, gesturing towards those that Amara had visited in the hall, “Where have you been?”

She didn’t really expect a response, Amara had a secretive side, especially if she was planning and plotting something.

Her thoughts were interrupted by a loud pop, and a spray of glitter. She shrieked in surprise and disbelief, looking down at the pink covering her, then at Amara and Becca. She glanced over at the Gryffindor table, knowing that they had to be behind this. Spotting Lockyer laughing immediately, her eyes narrowed and she gripped her wand. As if the fireworks hadn’t been enough? Now glitter? They had entirely too much free time if they were able to plan both of these pranks in one day.

It hadn’t escaped her notice that Bernard had been spending a lot of time talking to Thatcher, and everyone knew Thatcher and Lockyer came as a pair. It was no stretch of the imagination to believe that the little cow was in on it as well.

While some of her classmates fled to the common room, she shook her head slightly to loosen as much of the glitter as possible and then stood, wand in hand. She glanced at Amara to see what their unofficial (though pretty official) leader would do. She wanted nothing more than to march to the Gryffindor table and do something that would get her detention, or worse, but as more pink (Dear Merlin, why did it have to be pink of all colors?) shook off from her clothes and hair she decided it was more important to get as much of this mess off of her. Revenge would be a dish best served cold.

That didn’t stop her from walking by the Gryffindor table, though, and approaching the three everyone knew would be behind this. Purposefully shaking her arm so that some of her glitter fell towards Bernard’s head, she leaned in and hissed, “You’d better watch your backs now, you’re dead.”

Without waiting for a response, she walked back to her own table, surveying the damages. Every instinct was telling her to flee to the common room, away from stares and laughter, but if she did that, then those stupid pranksters would win. Instead, she calmly sat back down and grabbed a dinner roll from a nearby platter, shook the glitter off as best as possible and took a bite, the expression on her face daring anyone to say anything to her.

She glanced at Becca, held the roll up slightly, then said wryly, “Look Becca, eating dinner like you insisted.”

Lailee nibbled on her roll, ignoring the bits of glitter that remained, and watched her housemates carefully, ready to intervene if needed to prevent bloodshed in front of the professors and staff. She expected most would not stick around, but one could never be too sure.