#10 Breakfast

"Yeah!" Grace said, encouraged by the words. She reached over and grabbed a schedule to see when Professor McGonagall would not be teaching. She frowned when she realized that it seemed she would be teaching all through the morning and afternoon, though perhaps they would be lucky enough that Transfiguration class would finish early.

"Hmm..." Grace said, "She's so busy today. I guess when we go to the staff room we could just ask whoever shows up?"

Kevin startled when he felt slight tremors around his seating area. He looked up just in time to see the younger girl he spoke to a few times in the past giving him a nod. Kevin smiled and nodded in reply, giving a small wave before he focused back on his food. 

Finishing what he considered a main course, Kevin piled up on desert and used this time of slowly making a progress through pudding to look around the Great Hall. It was starting to get full, with most of his classmates making an appearance. Kevin nodded at his house's prefect, giving her a slight smile before looking around again.

Owl post arrived shortly after, though, as usual, Kevin didn't get any personal letters from his family. He wasn't bothered by it, they all wrote only when something of a particular note occurred. Not to mention Kevin's parents after five years, still hadn't managed to figure out the particulars of owling letters. 

He did get the Daily Prophet and it seemed it wasn't its usual issue. Kevin frowned at the main story, not recalling any of it in his History of Magic classes. Granted, though, it wasn't ancient history. Kevin supposed he could ask Mardling or someone that was raised in the wizarding world, if they remeber anything about this event. Kevin was mostly upset about the report of, once again, Muggles being killed from a backfired spell. He lived in a state of constant slight anxiety of his parents being caught in crosshairs of a spell like that. They lived in a very Muggle area, but that meant nothing when magical folk could be anywhere at any time. 

Owls were still handing out the special edition of the Daily Prophet when food disappeared from the tables at the end of breakfast. Chatter of various subjects continued as staff and students either remained or headed out of the hall.

Most who remained where 1st and 6th years, who were comfortable with having an entire day of free time that most weren't in any rush in leave. 3rd years only had the morning free so headed off along with the rest of the departing crowd.


Class threads are now available. Ravenclaw Quidditch Practice begins when @nyx makes the thread at the pitch. Any players with classes need to post attendance there first. Then Practice will likely occupy most, if not all, of their morning free time.

Trix watched as the food disappeared in front of her. Even though she has seen it loads of times now, she still amazed when the food vanishes. Trix started to wonder about what she could do today. Is she unsure, of course, she is but as the saying goes that the day is her own. Trix will probably find something to do as she left the great hall.

Amelia looked up in time to see the professor coming towards them and she stood to accept the permission slip. Looking over it, she rubbed the back of her neck and smiled at the professor.

"Thank you Professor, I'm sorry I'm a little late, I'll send this right after breakfast," she said before she sat back down to finish her meal. Just as she sat down, she saw the owls arrive and she took hold of the nearest prophet before anyone else could take one.

The Sacred Four... She had heard about them, but only from things like this and also the occasional word from others. But it was not as known as other events. She didn't really know much more than what the prophet explained and she wished she did. Looking over at Anjay, she wondered if he knew more.

"Hey, Anjay... Have your parents ever talked about these girls before?" Amelia asked as she stood up and started to gather her things to get ready to leave for class. She would stay long enough to hear him tell her before she left herself for her own class. If he didn't know, they would be heading to History of Magic and she would just ask the Professor.

"Yeah! I mean, worst case scenario they tell us not to worry about it...but I guess we could look at the library, then?" Grace shrugged, considering their options. She was glad she had someone to talk ideas through with. She liked it much better than just trying to figure things out by herself, and it meant she had backup!

As the food disappeared, Grace brushed herself off. "Do you wanna go ask now, or later today?" Grace didn't want to interrupt any of Saoirse's plans, but she was excited to learn more about the special edition of the paper, and what had happened.

Saoirse managed to grab one last handful of raspberries before the food disappeared from the tables. She tended to eat like a horse, particularly on days where she did her training underwater. She watched the other students begin to file away as she stood up along with Grace. Going to the library seemed vastly less interesting than prodding the adults for information, but it seemed worth the trouble. Saoirse looked over at Grace, surprised that she was being considerate of her time. She'd already made up her mind, however- swimming in the afternoon today instead of the morning. Maybe the ice around the shore would be melted by that point, too.

"Let's go ask someone now!" Saoirse grabbed one of the papers and tucked it under her arm, fully prepared to stick it in a teacher's face if they acted like they'd never heard of the events. "My plans can wait."