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Post by Jaxen Ashworth on May 25, 2022 10:01:58 GMT 10
Jax entered the hall a little later than he cared for, the hall was already bustling with activity before he had a chance to find a seat. Notably, Hufflepuff were being exceedingly boisterous that morning and he didn't have a clue how anyone could be so energetic so early in the day.
They were obviously celebrating Lucky's win in the tournament, which was fine... But he needed to grab breakfast before he was ready to face the day, and put up with the rowdy students dressed in yellow. Making his way over to the Ravenclaw table, he ruffled Ezra's hair as he passed him briefly before taking a seat in the area that he and the other fifth years usually occupied.
None of his friends had made an appearance yet. They must've decided to sleep in, which he could not blame them for. He was just eager to eat a hearty breakfast before class that morning, as he hadn't had a filling breakfast the entire time he'd been at home for Christmas.
Quickly he began to load his plate high with the making of a full english- an option he usually wouldn't touch on any ordinary day. But today was an exception. He had to get his strength back, OWLs were approaching and he had so much to do before he was ready to sit life altering examinations. He began to eat, spooning mouthfuls into his mouth and almost choking twice as he was rushing so fast he almost forgot to chew.
Post by Tobias Twiggs on May 25, 2022 10:12:13 GMT 10
Toby had succeeded in securing a well deserved lie in. After being woken so early the previous day in his parents determination to catch the train before it left the station. Now he was faced with the daunting prospect of classes resuming, which was never a fun possibility. At least he would have Ryan and Joe by his side, a fact he was definitely excited for- anything was fun when his best friends were with him.
Practically running into the Great Hall, and pushing older students out of the way as he went. Toby made a beeline for the Ravenclaw table, purposefully avoiding his own in the process. It wasn't hard to locate Joe and Ryan, with Ravenclaw being pretty subdued after their victory was snatched so cruelly from their grasp in the tournament the night before- but, they weren't alone. They were talking with a group of other students that Toby vaguely recognized from class.
Why were they talking to them? They never usually spoke to such a large group, that was very un-ryan-like behaviour. Oh no. His duel hadn't gone well. Was that the reason for such out of character shenanigans?
Hurrying over, Toby cleared his throat and inserted himself rather rudely onto the bench between his friends- thus inserting himself into whatever conversation was taking place.
"Ryan, you were so brave last night! I would never have had the guts to take on a fifth year in a duel!" he immediately started, in an attempt to hype up his friend. "Amy's dead to me, she had no right to hit you like that, you know she once tried to drown me in the creek? Pure evil that girl!" he wasn't sure if his efforts were working but he was perfectly fine with talking to Ryan and ignoring the other first year birbs who were so rudely intruding on their precious time before class.
Toby reached over to snatch a piece of bacon from a nearby plate, ignoring the dirty looks he received from a few of the older students.
Classes resuming meant it was time to get back to work. Nyx had spent most of the break thinking about her missing out on spending time with Mathias' family, which resulted in more than a little distraction for her, and studying for exams became overwhelming in the meantime. She'd done her best to chew off little bits and pieces of her reading here and there, sitting up in bed with course material for an hour or two, but her academics were also sharing space with personal reading, and Nyx couldn't say she was where she wanted to be with exams soon.
She'd stayed up late the night before, invigorated by how well her boyfriend had done in the dueling tournament. Perhaps she'd try to catch Mathias later on and drag him to whatever she had planned for the day, but not just yet. He needed sleep so soon after being defeated in the semi-finals, and she'd be throwing oranges at him if she caught him up this early, hunger be damned. She almost thought it was Mathias as someone sat down on the bench beside her, claiming a space in her vicinity at what was a relatively full table, but it was Jaxen Ashworth.
"Morning," she said simply, offering Jax a smile. Nyx kept her glance brief, holding back the faint furrow of her brow that his presence inspired as she looked back down at her plate and the book propped open in front of her. She couldn't imagine why he was up so early, especially after his hard-fought fight in the tournament. Nyx didn't plan on having a full conversation with the boy, despite them being friendly with one another, so she kept to reading and let him eat.
The chatter around the hall about Langford and his surprising victory, however, wasn't helping. Nyx's brow rose, an expression of slight disdain haunting her features as she eyed the noisy students in the hall. It hadn't taken any time at all for her to recognize who the loudmouths were. Hufflepuff, but more specifically, Langford and company. Nyx frowned, immediately annoyed but doing her best to overlook it as she spooned herself some cold blueberries.
Last Edit: May 25, 2022 10:20:05 GMT 10 by Deleted
Post by Jonathan King on May 25, 2022 17:54:11 GMT 10
"Yeah,I guess!", he said to what-was-their-name in regard to how it would be cool to impress professor Rivera. He gave them a smile but whipped his head around to Ester when he declared that their head of house was simply awesome. He said it with such conviction and enthusiasm,it was rather contagious but also intimidating.
"Fair enough,", Joe said quickly before shyness could swallow his tongue.
Glancing at Ryan at the mention of the tourney,he wanted nothing more than to boast that not only had they watched the duels, his best friend had been brave enough to enter and talented enough to land one good hit against a fifth year. But he wasn't so sure his friend would appreciate the attention of their classmates right now so he just shrugged with a knowing smile and squeezed Ryan's leg under the table.
Pouring himself a glass of milk he listened more closely to the conversation about Quidditch yet put down the milk with a confused frown. Did Emjy - that was her name, right? - just say she was a chaser? For Ravenclaw?
He almost missed this Jax guy come by but caught him ruffle Ester's hair before moving on.
"Uhh... I actually prefer to go by Joe...", he said quietly, feeling taken aback by the use of his full name. That was usually reserved for when he was in trouble or when his grandparents adressed him. Which also sort of meant he was in trouble in its own way.
Clearing his throat he declared more loudly and with a grin of feigned confidence: "I'm Joe King, alright?"
He wanted to ask Emjy about her being a chaser but was distracted by his other best friend approaching them. Joe turned away from the girl and towards his friends, beaming at Toby when he offered words of encouragement to Ryan, snorting when he mentioned how dead Amy was to him right now.
He nodded heartily in agreement and snuck a banana into Toby's pocket and another piece of bacon into his hand. Just in case his friend dared sticking around too long and did not make it to his own house table in time. Joe ignored the dirty looks some of the older Ravenclaw's gave him, finding the rule of not mingling for meals ridiculous anyway. It would be so much better when Toby could just always sit with them.
Finally the thing Emjy had said was nagging too much in his mind and he turned to her again. "You're on the team, Emjy? That's so cool! Since when? Think we should try and fly together in class as practice for the match then?"
He sort of regretted asking her to fly together, if the lesson allowed it, he had much rather spent it flying with Toby and Ryan. but he guessed it made sense to fly with his team mate, especially since they would have to do well together, playing the same position so they were sort of dependable on each other.
Misuk nodded at MJ's question about Byeol's sock. "She did. I think otherwise there might not have been peace in the common room," they replied. "They actually snuggled up to my shoe afterwards, too, so I think we're getting a bit closer." Then, they were quiet for a moment as a somewhat random thought came to mind. "Do you think she'd like a large shoe as bed?" they wondered.
They thought they heard the name Jax somewhen, but can't really find the proper face for it as they looked around - it was quite easy to identify the winner at the Hufflepuff table, however. So, they simply waited for Ezra to reply again. (What are the chances of the older student ruffling Ezra's hair being the Jax in question?)
They took a sip from their orange juice, deciding to get something savoury after all, too - some toast with fried egg and some salt and pepper. They took a bite, and then another because it was simple but good.
They nodded at MJ's words about the flying class today, finally being able to put down the name of the person they just couldn't quite remember. They filed Jonathan - no, Joe - away, and finished chewing. "I'm looking forward to seeing you guys play," they said with a smile, lightly bumping MJ's shoulder. "I'm sure you'll do well," they added.
... they blinked at the sudden appearance of a Gryffindor boy, however. Joe's friend? And, it seemed, also- OH, this was the boy they saw with Ryan and Joe a couple of times already. ... so Toby? Anyway, his behaviour was rude, and they frowned. However, given that Joe seemed actually quite happy, they decided to not say anything, and instead refilled their glass with more orange juice.
Post by MJ Birdwhistle on May 25, 2022 18:50:45 GMT 10
MJ opened her mouth to reply to Misuk when a rather rude Gryffindor appeared at their table. She watched as he ignored them, interrupting the conversation. Of course, he was that boy. She shared a look with Misuk before continuing their conversation.
"A shoe shaped bed would be cute. I'm sure there is a spell to make things bigger? So you'd just need a shoe to turn into the bed." She smiled at Misuk, more than willing to help them find and learn such a spell (if it was possible to do so at their age). If not, they could always ask Professor Rivera to help.
An older boy passed by and ruffled Ezra's hair and MJ wondered if he was a cousin or sibling, or maybe Ezra was just cool enough to know someone much older than them!
Next, she smiled at Joe when he announced his preferred name. She found herself giggling at 'Joe King', nodding, "That's brilliant!"
At least he was friendly and civilised, unlike his Gryffindor chum.
"Our captain let me join the team over Christmas." Which explained why Joe didn't know, "And I'd like that! You flew amazingly during the game with Hufflepuff, I'd love to learn a thing or two from you."
Post by Ezra Ashworth on May 25, 2022 23:29:55 GMT 10
Ezra was curious on who his friends had waved at and turned his head to try to spot whoever it was. It took him a moment but he thought he spotted a familiar face at the Gryffindor table - Alice? He thought so, so he waved a hello as well. It was a shame that house tables were a thing once more, but at least they could see their non-Ravenclaw friends in class.
He was about to tell MJ who Jax was when he felt the oh-so familiar feeling of his hair being ruffled and tilted his head back in an attempt to see who it was. All that achieved him was nearly falling off the bench when he leaned back too far.
Finally, after he had righted himself, he spotted his oldest brother sat further down the table and grinned. Of course it was him!
"That was Jaxen!" he laughed, turning his attention back to his fellow first year. He thought that was some brilliant timing. "He's my brother."
It honestly had not occurred to him that someone wouldn't just automatically know of his siblings - he couldn't imagine not knowing them! But he supposed he did not know about his friends families either. He should fix that at some point!
Ezra was pulled from his thoughts by the appearance of a red haired Gryffindor that he had seen around with his roommates before. He didn't even say hello though! Maybe it was okay since he was trying to cheer Ryan up? That seemed like an important thing to do too.
Wait. Other houses were allowed at their table for breakfast? Did everyone know that? Why had they been wasting time and not inviting Nova and Alice over? It didn't occur to him that they might have other friends in their own houses. Then again, if it did he would probably just insist that they came too. A friend of a friend was his friend, right? That sounded right.
Ohh, MJ was on the Quidditch team now too? That was so cool! He would have to cheer extra hard for her. Maybe him and Misuk could make a banner to cheer her on too? He would have to remember to talk to them about that.
Tom was at the Slytherin table, going all in on a full English breakfast, sitting in the vicinity of but not really sitting with a number of his fellow housemates. Tom was familiar enough with Amara and Vicky from Quidditch, and while he did appreciate the peculiarities of his Captain's personality, Vicky had never rubbed him the right way. Reena was less a frightening prospect, although admittedly he hadn't talked to her much either. He listened in on their conversation, trying to find a place to jump in.
"The Hufflepuff won? The guy who thinks he's constantly on the cover of 17 Magazine?" Tom wondered if any of them would get the reference to the Muggle magazine that had once littered his mother's coffee table in their modest living room back home. He took a swig of his goblet full of sweet grape juice to give himself an out if they didn't let him into the discussion.
Where was Lindsey? His usual breakfast (and lunch, and dinner) companion was nowhere to be found. Tom vaguely remembered her mentioning something about Saint Mungo's soon- was that today? He had a hard time keeping track of it all. Maybe he needed to do a better job of branching out and making friends... he couldn't rely on Lindsey being his social outlet forever.
Hundreds of snow-dusted owls flew into the Great Hall, eager to complete their deliveries so they could get somewhere warm afterwards, which seemed to be the new normal these days -- as the weather refused to spare them, even as term resumed.
With everyone back from the holidays, it was a full event once again. Owls screeched and swooped, dropping off letters and belated Christmas gifts or greetings, as well as various sized packages of items accidentally left behind during the bustle of packing to head back to school. With London still suffering record levels of snow, concerned parents also sent extra gloves or scarves despite Hogwarts being nested in the relative safety of Scotland.
Nevertheless, the added warmth and protection were greatly appreciated.
Before letters and the newspaper were full dispersed to their recipients, noise and chatter increased either related to the owls or in response to such deliveries. Staff were drawn to the Daily Prophet, ceasing their previous conversations. Professor Hathmore was irritated to notice his request to have Luckett Langford's victory noted in the news had either been rejected or overlooked.
Professor Sprout, having known of this as well, was appalled by the absence of her house and student recognition. Regardless, she'd just spotted Luckett among his peers. She set aside the newspaper as if it had offended her very profession -- shoving it in poor Professor McGonagall's face.
'Good morning, Langford,' Sprout approached him, quietening some of the laughter and boisterous pride around him. 'I wanted to personally congratulate you on your win yesterday, which I do love bringing up with staff. I'm sure you have no shortage of admirers today, but you should know that I am immensely proud of you. You've represented our house well. Did you have fun?'
She gave him her warmest smile, having meant every word. Sprout even had to dab the corner of her eye with a handkerchief, knowing that Luckett faced some strong foes in the kind of tournament he didn't typically get involved in. Quidditch seemed to be more his thing, yet he'd done his best and came out on top. Far too often, it was usually the other houses who got that kind of recognition.
Meanwhile, NEWT students began to leave the hall early. School term had resumed yet there was still a lot of work to be done, especially as their subjects were increasing in difficulty and homework turning into a nightmare no student wished to face. They needed to prepare, and absolutely refused to be late for anything today in case it set them back for the rest of term.
How was your Christmas, Buddy? I heard you'd decided to stay at Hogwarts over the holidays, which must have been quite the adventure. And a bit scary too, huh? Hogwarts is a big place, but you're going to have lots more adventures there. You're doing so well, and are so brave. I hope it was a fun time over Christmas!
I know we already sent you homemade treats, the gummy cauldrons with weird fizzy-whatsis, and of course the handheld constellation telescope Marcus always wanted you to have... but your Grandma suddenly decided we're cleaning out the attic this week. Merlin knows why. I know, it's hardly been touched in years, but anyway I came across a box of stuff from so long ago. Didn't even realise we still had it. One of the things in it was an old book your dad loved.
Conrad loved to read, and this was his favourite book when he was really small. He read it to you at the hospital when you were born, but we hadn't really seen it since then. Anyway, I know you're a big boy now, but I thought you might want it as a keepsake, you know? If not, please send it back or give it to your sister.
We miss you, kiddo. Hope you're enjoying your time at school, and your classes aren't too hard. Be sure to write home when you can, okay? I know she doesn't answer much, but she always appreciates hearing from you kids. Jaxen would be so busy with his OWLs now, so please try not to interrupt him while he's studying. He needs quiet and support during this time.
I've snuck you in some brownies, which are some of my favourites. I also have a huge favor to ask you, Ezzie. It's really important, okay? I need you to go and give both Reena and Jaxen the biggest hug you can. A real warm, loving hug. Those are the best. Tell them it's from Grandpa and he misses them both very much. Give yourself and the others a hug too.
We'll be visiting over the summer, you have my word on that. Pinkie swear, so you know it's true. Until then, do your homework and eat some greens. Enjoy the book, work hard, and make friends. If you need anything, let us know.
Grandma and I love you to the moon and back.
From: Your Cool Grandpa
Included was a tin of pineapple brownies, shaped like stars.
And an aged (but well cared-for) children's picture book. Inscribed within the cover was Conrad's name -- a bit wonky, as likely written at a much younger age than Ezra was now. It was called Wilbur Wizard and the Disappearing Hat. A young wizard, dressed in starry robes, was looking under a purple couch. A golden hat was up on the chandelier.
The story was relatively simple, with Wilbur looking for a hat only for it to keep disappearing -- literally, as it was a magical book. The intention was to have small children search the page for it, likely amused by poor Wilbur's frustration. There wasn't anything too notable about it. The golden hat was apparently from his father whose hat shop had burned down, and Wilbur was only able to find it in the end when he stopped trying to look for it. The hat appeared on his head, and Wilbur smiled at the reader.
Something about the illustrations felt significant to Ezra, though he couldn't figure out why.
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To: @jurni
I wanted to check in on you, after yesterday's Daily Prophet regarding the changes in the Ministry -- and of course what this means for the House-Elves. How are you holding up, Jurni?
Nothing's been set into law yet, but things are not looking good as there's quite a debate on behalf of several parties who oppose progress or a semblance of understanding the impact of their proposals. I continue to fight on my end, but the Minister has his own ideas and not everyone is in agreement with them.
It's also come to my attention that none of you kids were informed of your mother's promotion ahead of the Daily Prophet publication. I am unsure why, but please accept my apologies on their behalf. Things have been very busy at work, and most of which I cannot risk speaking of in the chance of this arriving to the wrong hands. Know that things may get worse before they get better.
But my concern is for you. I understand how hurt and frustrated you must feel, but this is not the end of the fight. We will get there, Jurni. Have patience. Spread the word when you can, but do so strategically and with suitable consideration. You are not alone, my dear. We will find a way out of the shadow of hatred and intolerance.
Focus on your schooling, for now. Work hard and success will follow. So long as it doesn't compromise your own valuable time, do try to support Anjay when you can. OWL year is no joke, and he may need someone to quiz him or help him practice. We've all heard of the Duel Tournament, and we're proud of you two for entering. Hopefully next year will showcase improvement.
All the best, Jurni. Your anger is justified, but don't set any fires with it. Be proactive instead. We have your back, always.
Your father and I hope you and your friends had a lovely Christmas, and are doing well now that classes are back. Don't slack on your homework! Any time you want to complain about it, think of your poor sisters facing their OWLs soon -- and be glad you still have four years to prepare.
Just sending along a few things you forgot to pack, including more clean underwear. It's been a really cold winter, so there's another scarf in case you need it. Do you have enough blankets on bed? Let us know if you want us to send the rug from your bed at home.
Stay safe, sweetheart. Love you.
From: Mum
Included was, as promised, a set of clean underwear -- in no way discreetly wrapped. There was also a hand-me-down Gryffindor scarf, likely having belonged to Amelia. It was a little faded but in good condition, minus a suspicious dark spot possibly once caused by a burn.
Alice was silently eating her breakfast, still thinking about the tournament. She had almost forgotten about it, but seeing the faces again during breakfast reminded her.
Alce returned to reality after listening to her name. She turned sidewise to find her roommate, Grace. "Hi, Grace." She greeted with a smile.
"Yes, I am excited about both charms and flying.' She replied to her.
Soon, lots of owls arrived with Daily prophets and mails. Alice collected her copy of the newspaper and began to read. "First those cursed gifts on Christmas and now this." She slowly murmured to Grace with a sigh.
Misuk caught MJ's glance and gave a half-shrug frown, glad that they were on the same wavelength with their room mate. "I think it should be possible, yes ... we can ask Professor Rivera later, when we manage to catch her!" they agreed with a smile.
It did turn out that the older student passing by was indeed Ezra's brother, the Jax they had talked about before who participated in the tournament. "That's pretty cool," they smiled at Ezra.
They turned to their food as the talk was more about Quidditch again, or their drink rather - they were feeling pretty full now, but still sipped a bit of orange juice.
Then, the owls arrived - now more than during the christmas break, all covered with a bit of snow as they made it through the weather outside. An owl flew over to Misuk as well, carrying a letter and a small package with ... more scarves, more gloves, and actually more socks.
"I am not going to ever freeze again," they commented, then looked at what the others got - especially curious about Ezra's package, and not paying Rude Boy all that much attention.
They did get themself a copy of the Daily Prophet, too, frowning as they read the news. "Do you think anything's big coming up?" they asked no one in particular.
Post by MJ Birdwhistle on May 26, 2022 3:37:16 GMT 10
"Yeah! I'm sure she would help us out with a spell!" MJ said with confidence. After all, their head of choice was amazing!
A smaller tawny owl stopped by MJ, dropping off a thick envelope and a copy of the Daily Prophet. She opted to ignore the newspaper at first, looking at the envelope and surprised to recognise the handwriting - her Granny! MJ opened it carefully and two more letters fell out.
One from Granny and Great Auntie and one from— MJ let out a gasp. It was from her twin brother! A smile came to her lips and she tucked them both away to open and enjoy later. She looked to the newspaper, catching Ezra's words. Wait!? That boy was Jax and Jax was Ezra's brother? "That's cool!"
She was genuinely impressed by that.
The headline of the newspaper caught her attention and MJ gasped, scanning the article quickly, "That's crazy... I never thought about stuff like that existing before." But of course, if there was good magic, there was bad magic to counter it.
She folded the paper and tucked it into her schoolbag to read more about it later. As she looked back at the table she watched as the Gryffindor boy sitting with Ryan and Joe (as she now, knew him to be called) received a parcel from someone. It was pretty obvious what he had gotten and MJ quickly took a drink to cover up any hint of a smile but she shared a look with Misuk.
Had her friend noticed?
MJ set her glass down and looked at Misuk's parcel, "More socks for Byeol!" She said with a chuckle.
Jurni had just been opening her mouth to enjoy a bite of her meal when the sudden sound of an owl delivery sent her forkful of spiced potatoes falling right back down to her plate. Breakfast was normally a rather subdued affair for her, and she didn't pay much attention to the hall around her or the buzz of congratulations for Luckett Langford save for a glance down her table now and again - an attempt to maintain a semblance of interest. Most of her attention she focused on personal projects and this distraction was likely to blame for her inattention to her meal, which she was only glad hadn't spattered everywhere as a delivery landed for her.
Perhaps a little startled, but no longer so surprised, Jurni glanced around to see other students opening their mail, and she began to do the same. Fingering an envelope with a few fingers of her right hand, she lifted the seal and pulled the piece of parchment from it's confines. It was a letter hand-written from her grandmother and newest little helper, Lenni. Jurni sat in silence as she read, various emotions reading on her small face as she consumed every written word.
It was just as she had suspected. It was about the previous edition of the Daily Prophet, something Jurni had let fester in the back of her mind since she'd read it. In fact, she had blamed the publication for how poorly she did in the dueling tournament the day before.
She sighed with remembrance, some of her smile from originally receiving her letter losing its glow. The lack of intolerance and justice for house-elves was a sore subject for her, and one she didn't want to dwell on anymore. Plus, her grandmother was right. She needed to focus on her schooling, at least, for now. In the meantime, she would try her best to be there for her brother as suggested, too. She imagined Anjay could use the sisterly support, especially after losing a duel to one of her fourth year classmates—which was still a surprising result to Jurni.
Her letter was already a lot for her process, but the newest edition of the Daily Prophet was as well. A wizard being in possession of dark, deadly objects was a scary thing, but thankfully her father had been present to deliver justice. Jurni admired him and knew Anjay aspired to be equally as great as him, but she'd be lying if she said their father's line of work didn't worry her. He was always in the presence of danger—in fact, her entire family was with all they did.
This realization was especially tough on Jurni as a child, and was the reason she always gave her family members the biggest hugs whenever she had the chance to see them. She never knew if it'd be their last embrace, and treasured these moments with her whole heart.
Lifting her cup, Jurni took a distracted sip, brow furrowing a moment later as the scalding chai tea shocked her tongue with heat and brought her back to reality. With a wince, she hurriedly set the cup back in its saucer, one hand reaching to grab her belongings—her letter and copy of the Prophet included—and made her way for the library. She had time to kill before Herbology, deciding she'd spend her morning creating flash cards for Anjay to use for exam preparation.
Turning toward her copy of the Daily Prophet, right leg crossing over right, Nyx read the publication with a raised brow, fork resting forgotten against her plate as she absorbed what the article entailed. It was a rather unprecedented series of events, but then, most things were when it came to the news, but Nyx was attentive as she skimmed the paper, her thoughts shifting behind her cornflower orbs. She didn't know what to make of it all, but her eyes widened at the revelation of a life sentence in Azkaban for the suspected dark wizard.
She raised a hand, fingers curling thoughtfully around her chin as she propped her elbow on the surface of the table, one knuckle passing contemplatively over her plush, pink lips. Her brow suddenly furrowed, a look of sternness settling across her face as she continued to the attack in North Ireland. It didn't come as a surprise to Nyx, as she found werewolves to be dirty, feral, and murderous if unable to restrain themselves. They were classifiably dangerous, after all.
"Werewolves are a danger to society. They need to be thoroughly regulated," Nyx said aloud, as she turned back to her breakfast. It never occurred to her that her opinion had not strictly been asked, but she shared it with Jaxen and anyone else that happened to hear. She lowered her hand to the table, arms crossing as she cast a contemplative look out over the hall. Something rather cold and disapproving hovered behind her frosty eyes, then she sighed.
"If Mathias happens to drop by, please tell him that I've already grabbed him some muffins," she continued to say, dropping cranberry, blueberry and chocolate muffins into her messenger bag. Her boyfriend would surely appreciate the flavor options. "I'm going to try and get to class early. Who knows what Professor Fairburn has in store today," Nyx finished, clutching her textbooks to her chest and standing from her bench at the table.
A small, surprisingly friendly smile slowly climbed the right side of Nyx's lip before she stepped forward. "Have a great morning, Jaxen," she added, an elongated quick step sending her toward the vast open doorway, before she fell back into her usual, feminine stride. A sideways glance at the Slytherin table on her way out, and Nyx couldn't help but offer Amara and Victoria a small wave if they happened to be looking. She'd try and meet up with them after class.
Post by Luckett Langford on May 26, 2022 10:09:57 GMT 10
Luckett was set about re-filling his plate with all of the foods on offer, not really caring what touched on his plate or seeming to show any deference towards one type of food or another. Truthfully, if the elves had put dessert out with the rest of breakfast, he would have thrown that on as well! It all ended up in the same place anyway. Plus he was celebrating, wasn't he?
The dueling champion used his fork to stab at his hunk of breakfast sausage, lifting it up off the plate for a momentary inspection before finally cutting into it with his knife. But he paused a beat before taking a bite, caught by the arrival of the one, the only, Amelia Twiggs. He mustered his best smile, an easy feat given who he was talking to. 'Hey, Ames.'
He looked at her: her smile, her hair, her orange. Lucky felt the butterflies start to flutter around the empty spaces of his stomach but some just remained to walk, rub, and tickle his surfaces. He chuckled with a hiccup popping out at the end as he let his imagination drift away into whatever direction it took. He loved talking to her, spending time her -- hell, being around her was enough. But he had to play it cool. He couldn't be too obvious about his infatuation.
'If I'm being honest, it feels like fantasy fusing with reality. But it feels right. Like it's meant to be.' He took a bite of meat and gnawed on it for a moment, half finishing it before speaking again. 'I joined for the fun of it -- for a bit of bant, you know? I didn't think I'd actually win, but here we are.' That sounded humble enough, right? Lucky thought so.
Eager snow-dusted owls suddenly flew overhead, a couple swooping down to where Luckett and Amelia claimed seats. The birds left as quickly as they came, but not before they delivered copies of the Daily Prophet. Lucky dropped his fork and grabbed at the paper without another word, intently searching for acknowledgement of his victory, and after a sec he looked up.
'There's no mention of me. That's proper out of order, innit? You'd think I'd get a blurb or even a footnote, man.' He scowled, tossing it down. 'What a load of rubbish.'
As Luckett turned back to his plate, he mumbled to himself, his fork stabbing at whatever was closest. This time it was a mixture of the scrambled eggs and potatoes that he pushed onto his plate. He took a generous bite, but his amber eyes quickly raised at the sudden sound of Professor Sprout's voice. With a fork in one hand and a knife in the other, a smile stretched his handsome features. Sprout always knew what to say, didn't she? Lucky loved this lady.
'Thank you, Professor!' He tried to choke back his food, beaming with a closed smile around his mouthful of eggs. 'I had a lot of fun, yeah. I'm just happy to earn Hufflepuff some recognition. It's been a long time coming for us, hasn't it?' He leaned his weight into his left arm so that his upper body twisted towards the teacher. There was a note of amusement written across his face, but also the mark of many thoughts being kept in line. Was she crying?
'Are you alright?' He tapped his fork at his plate where a potato had once been as he spoke in a way that needled with concern. 'Do you want me to get you something to eat, or?' Food always helped everything. 'There's more than enough delicious pastries to go around!'
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