#5 Lunch

Elara was serious when she'd suggested that Declan join the Quidditch team, it was clear to her that he was tempted and there was potential in those that truly had an interest in the sport. Stil, her classmate didn't seem convinced that he would be very good at it- he lacked faith in himself and that was rather sad, at least in her opinion. He could be persuaded.

However, before she had the chance to attempt to persuade Declan to consider joining the team and not just to sit back and watch the try-outs, he got to his feet and began to leave. "What?" she questioned him, brow furrowing in confusion as he fumbled around for a bit- she wondered if he was always that clumsy?

"Dec-!" she began to call after him, wincing as she watched him almost tumble over in his attempt to make a hasty exit. They didn't even have class that afternoon? He was lying to her and she didn't appreciate it, even if his intentions weren't malicious. "I'll see you guys later" she muttered a goodbye to those that remained at the table before getting to her feet and following the boy from the hall.

Lucky was ecstatic to hear that Elara King was trying out for the team, although he already anticipated her doing so. She only talked about it every time he saw her. There was nothing wrong with small talk though. He ate his lunch as his housemates talked around him, paying more attention to the crispy texture of his diced potatoes more than anything else. He acted like he was going to answer when Declan asked about tryouts, but Elara took care of that.

'Yeah, what she said.' He motioned off to Elara, suggesting that any further questions be directed her way. He was captain, but he was also busy enjoying his food. He continued to chew away, forking the potatoes into his mouth every so often, smiling here and there when conversation mentioned him. He gave a friendly nod to his favorite Slytherin, Hanna Grey, when she arrived and couldn't help but laugh when Kaspian toasted to her future losses.

He couldn't help but look around the dining hall though. Where was Sophia? The last he spoke to her was at breakfast, and it ended abruptly when she dashed off as if she had something more important to do -- more important than go over Quidditch strategies. So, it must have been really important and Lucky wanted to know what it was. Ah well. He pushed his plate away with completion. Luckily, the food disappeared when he did, meaning lunch was over.

'He's pretty funny, eh?' Lucky tilted his head in the direction of Declan Chase, after the boy tripped over his own two feet. 'I'll catch you guys later.' He smiled at the group, but only after trying to swat at Hanna's hands as she ruffled his tousled locks. That took time to style! Well, not really. He more or less rolled out of bed each day and ran his fingers through his hair once. Looked good either way. He stood from the table and waved goodbye, before heading to class.

"Freya," she simply stated when her roommate joined her at the table, casting a small nod in her direction. She wasn't Mathias, but she didn't mind the girl's company in the meantime. Nyx figured she needed to make a better effort with some of her housemates, especially since they seemed like the only ones she could tolerate—with the exception of a few Slytherins, too. "It was quite fascinating—a little too messy for my liking, though," she replied with a smile, remembering when Mathias wiped her clean. They were already creating memorable moments.

Nyx pushed a tomato around on her plate, fully capable of forking it, but instead played with her food. Unknowingly, of course. She was deep in thought, playing back the morning's lesson in her head. What happened during that lesson had been far more compelling to her than the incident that happened afterward—being abandoned and having to fend for herself against an aggressive Crystal Daymoth in order to protect a hindered creature. Mathias Sallow was far more interesting. Their interactions consumed her mind. Nyx was falling head over heels.

"That's wonderful news, she suddenly said, snapping back to reality. She didn't know if her response had been delayed, but regardless, she responded. She forked the tomato and ate it, smiling all the while at the girl seated across from her. "We're going to have an exceptional team this year," she added, beginning to finish her greens. It was then that she felt a tap on her shoulder, her reflexes instantly responding to the touch. She looked around, spotting some folded parchment. It was a note. Perhaps it was Mathias letting her know he couldn't make it?

But who delivered it? Nyx looked over her shoulder, her eyes scanning the dining hall for any potential suspects. Everyone seemed preoccupied with themselves and one another, leaving her to wonder. She began to open it under the table, not wanting Freya to ask any questions. When she read it, Nyx sighed with disappointment. It was from Lucas Mardling, not Mathias. She tucked the note away, just as food disappeared from the table. Standing to her feet, she gathered her belongings—a little letdown. "See you in class," she said, before departing.