#5 Lunch

The try-outs had gone great and she walked into the Great Hall beaming from ear to ear. People would be seeing the new Chaser for the Slytherin Team, though she did feel a little defeat after having all three attempts at a score blocked by their new Keeper(and part seeker), Hanna. Lindsey was going to have to get some training done, but for now, she was hungry after all that on the pitch and she made a bee-line to the Slytherin Table and found a place at the middle of the table.

Glancing around, she looked for Avery, hoping to share the news with her friend, but didn't see her yet, so placed her cloak and stuff down on the seat next to her, hoping to save it in case a lot of housemates came in. If Lindsey saw Avery come in, she would quickly move her things and motion her to sit with her, but if she didn't, she hoped Avery would stop long enough to let her move her things. She kept looking up from her food because of this.

Taking some of the food from the platters, she put them on her place and began to eat, thinking about the plans for this afternoon. She had Care of Magical Creatures, which meant maybe they would get to see or hear about the Braxorns from the night before.

Nyx couldn't help but think about the incident she had just been part of. After leaving class, she went from innocently searching for ingredients to battling a Crystal Daymoth. Needless to say, this morning had already been far too eventful—even for her. More than that, she'd have to tell Mathias about everything that happened. It was going to be long–winded, but she knew the Ravenclaw boy to be a good listener, believing he'd be patient with her as she went over every detail of the occurance. Nyx didn't know why she felt a need to tell him, but wanted to.

After her journey from the grounds, she finally entered the castle, maneuvering through any groups of students that so happened to be in her way. She had forgotten to ask what Mathias planned to do this morning, but figured he'd fill her in at lunch. That was, if he was even there before her. She asked him to save her a seat, but there was always the chance that she'd end up saving him one instead. Either way, it didn't matter. When she reached the archway to her destination, she crossed underneath it, beginning to search for the handsome boy's face.

But then, she spotted another face altogether—one she wanted to speak to. Kaspian Kettles. Nyx began to shuffle through the crowd, making her way toward the Huffepuff table. Wait, why was he sitting there, anyway? She rolled her eyes, only assuming it had something to do with the absolutely obnoxious Luckett Langford. "Kettles," she simply stated in greeting, only just arriving to where he was. She didn't plan on taking a seat, but continued to speak. "I trust you're considering trying out for Quidditch tomorrow?" she asked, holding eye contact.

Lucky had traveled alongside Kaspian the entire way, up the dungeon stairwell and through the hordes of hungry students. 'Everyone is considerably chatty today, eh?' He made mention of it to Kaspian, as the pair entered the dining hall. It wasn't surprising though. There had been a lot going on. The tumultuous event last night still appeared to be on people's lips, paired with excitement over the Quidditch season. But who wouldn't be excited about Quidditch starting?

'That's my seat. Get your own, mate.' Lucky pushed his whole weight onto the bench, trying to nudge Kaspian aside in an attempt to take back his usual seat. He didn't mind his Ravenclaw friend sitting with him, but if he was going to sit at his table, he was going to have to abide by his rules. Well, not really. But it sounded awesome to think of it that way. He followed his friend in making a plate, piling on a bunch of starches; carbohydrate loading for tomorrow.

He didn't even notice when Nyx Nordstrom arrived, but when he did, he made a spectacle out of it. He dropped his plate, dramatizing his excitement over her appearance. 'My, oh, my! To what do we owe this pleasurable honor, Nyx?' He grinned, casting her a wink. He loved teasing her -- only because she seemed to hate every fiber of his being. 'You're looking quite lovely today. Bewitching, even.' He plopped down into his seat and forked some of his potatoes.

Okay, he deserved that, Declan thought. He picked up his Charms book from the ground and slumped into the Hufflepuff table with a sigh. He took one of the croissants he dropped on the floor and shoved it into his mouth. Five second rule.

Beside him was the captain of their Quidditch team, Lucky Langford. He was a superhero in the field. He seemed to move at the speed of light, and yet it was impossible to miss him. Everyone was counting on him to bring Hufflepuff the Quidditch Cup this season. So, Declan found it not just appropriate but absolutely necessary, as in it was his civic responsibility as a Hufflepuff, to wish their captain good luck.

The problem was that Lucky Langford was practically a celebrity around here, especially at the Hufflepuff table, so instead of a well-phrased and well-delivered well-wishing, Declan came out with,  "Hey, um, since everyone's getting hyped for Quidditch, good luck to us, I mean, to you, like, to your team, our team. You know." The other problem was that he still had croissant in his mouth.

After finally swallowing, he motioned to Nyx Nordstrom, the Ravenclaw quidditch captain and the person he just hit with his charms textbook. "By the way, sorry about your friend," he said to Lucky's Ravenclaw companion with a flustered smile.

Entering the Great Hall, Elara made a beeline for the Hufflepuff table- determined to get some food in her belly before something prevented her from eating, like a food fight or a braxorn prison break. There was always a chance of something going wrong at meal times and she wasn't about to survive off of sandwiches for the rest of the school year. However something made her slow her pace and cast a look towards the Slytherin table as if debating on if she should join Hanna there and enjoy some drama free food with Lindsey and Avery? The blue robes of a Ravenclaw standing by the table usually wouldn't have been worth a second glance to Elara, but it was the person wearing the robes that made her cautious.

Nyx Nordstrom wasn't exactly known for her friendly disposition and the fact that she seemed to be conversing with Lucky, meant that she was probably in a bad mood (or else currently being worked into one). As she watched, Elara gasped softly when a Hufflepuff boy that she recognised from class, proceeded to walk directly into the Ravenclaw Quidditch Captain. Elara was too far away to hear what words were exchanged between the pair but she was sure it was nothing pleasant.

When the Ravenclaw moved away from the table, Elara moved in- heading directly for where she noticed Lucky was sitting and took a seat opposite the familiar boy. "Honestly Lucky, must you antagonise her?" were the first words from her mouth as she began to pile pasta in a creamy sauce onto her plate. She didn't know why she bothered asking, of course he had to take every opportunity to wind Nyx up- she was sure it gave him some kind of high.

Turning her attention to the fourth year boy sitting beside Lucky, Elara smiled and just about managed to hold back her laughter at the implication that the quidditch captains were friends. "Oh, don't mind her... She's always in a bad mood, you'd think someone had kicked her puppy or something" she began to eat her pasta eagerly, whilst looking between the three boys sitting opposite her. "Next time though... Might pay to look where you're going, there are worse people you could bump into" and he might not be so lucky as to get away with it next time.

Her hands were at her sides and her head low as she stepped into the hall, her eyes taking a quickly look round before she moved to sit at her table. Charlotte took a seat at the end of the table, closest to the door in hopes that if the hall got too crowded then she could make a run for it.

There was an array of food in front of her and she didn't realise how hungry she was, quickly placing a napkin over her lap and carefully placing food on her plate. She placed a few potatoes and some meat before pouring some gravy over the top, being carful not to splash any on the table or herself. Her hand reached for her knife and fork before she slowly cut up her food and began to eat.