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 Posted: Sat Feb 16, 2008 9:37 am
 Saturday, September 1st, 1990
6:45 pm
Okay, so this is how it works:
Each house table is not just one long table, of course, that'd be silly. So each 'table' is 3 shorter tables long. Each short table seats 24 kids total (12 on each side).
And I decided that it would be smart to reserve seats for each character. You can reserve seats for kids who are your NPCs or just misc. characters as well.
Staff Table
H 1____R 1____G 1____S 1
01|02___01|02___01|JG___01|DH
03|04___03|04___03|04___ES |04
05|06___05|06___05|06___05|06
JM|08___07|08___07|08___BA|JM
MP|10___CR|CT___09|10___LD|XX
11|ED___11|12___KB|OW___11|12
13|14___AH|14___IL|14___XX|14
15|16___15|16___15|16___15|16
17|18___AP|18___AR|18___17|18
19|20___19|20___19|20___19|20
21|BL___21|22___21|22___21|22
23|AT___23|24___23|24___23|SW
H 2____R 2____G 2____S 2
CC|02___01|02___01|02___01|LW
QZ|RO___RM|04___RG|JM___03|04
CO|CM___EK|TO___SM|06___SM|MP
AR|08___AC|08___WR|JD___RL|08
PR|10___09|10___AB|LS___SM|10
11|SA___KJ|12___11|LG___11|MR
GR|RS___13|14___EY|FV___13|14
15|16___15|TS___FW|BT___15|16
17|18___IS|18___GW|LJ___17|18
19|JC___19|LB___19|HR___19|20
EM|22___AL|22___21|MI___21|22
23|24___23|24___23|24___23|24
H 3____R 3____G 3____S 3
01|02___01|02___01|02___MT|JK
03|04___RW|AC___LD|04___OZ|KE
05|06___JL|06___05|06___AR|AL
MV|LD ___DH|IL___07|08___RS|SG
DG|10___MH|JJ___YS|10___LG|LM
11|12___AJ|12___SB|AK___11|LV
13|BI___13|14___SM|14___XX|ZD
15|16___15|16___15|16___TB|16
17|AH___KM|18___CM|18___WS|EB
19|20___MH|ZB___19|KM___CS|20
GG|CF___MK|OO___21|22___21|22
SR|MA___23|24___23|24___23|24
to reserve seats:
fill this out and PM it to me:[size=9]Name: [color=YOURCOLOR]first and last[/color]
House: [obvious]
Table: [1, 2, or 3]
Seat #: [odds on the right, evens on the left]
Other: [if you have unnamed characters/NPCs you would like to place nearby this character please state it here] [/size] Quote: Name: Leigh GuidryHouse: Gryffindor Table: 2 Seat #: 12 Other: Kevin is sitting facing her, directly across the way Bolded, neutral-colored initials are NPCs [mostly mine] if you would like to know who the NPCs are, just ask me or go to the NPC thread. :3 I'll tell you who they are and a little bit about them.
color code for NPCs: 'peach puff' colored ones are mine, 'Burly Wood' colored ones are Rach's [dadoe_el], ‘misty rose’ colored ones are Nat's [x a r r e], 'lavender' colored ones belong to Ash [ashlovesdraco!], and 'pale green' ones are Faerlie's. NPCS are all bolded. the ones that are uncolored are just canon characters that nobody's playing. 'XX' are just unnamed nobodies that are the victims of miscellanious Slytherins
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Posted: Mon Jun 23, 2008 1:24 pm
The hat had sung it's song, all the students were seated, except for those about to be sorted. Professor McGonagall held the Sorting Hat ready in one hand, the list of first years in the other. "Bell, Katie" was called first, and placed in Gryffindor. Not long after, Cho CHang, Edward Charmichael, and Marietta Edgecomb were all put in Ravenclaw. Students were sorted into Hufflepuff and Slytherin, back to Gryffindor and Ravenclaw, and on and on.
The list had been widdled down to half it's original size, when "Mattson, Johanna" was called. It took no genius to realize she was not the normal first year, but was she a first year at all?
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Posted: Mon Jun 23, 2008 1:51 pm
{ JOHANNA }  Johanna was called forth, finally. She had grown tired of the young students with which she had been treated like dumb cattle. Finally, she could leave the crowd of leg-locked, teeth-chattering first years. Johanna easily pushed through the younger students while still wearing a look that could kill. Determined, yet willing to make an impression, Johanna slipped a sly smile to the student body as she turned around and gracefully sat on the three-legged stool behind her. Not wanting to look like any of the previous students sorted, Johanna chose to cross her legs and fold her hands gently in her lap, instead of clutching the sides of the stool like a fool.
Sure, she was a bit nervous. She was unwillingly pulled out of the school she had finally gotten used to. She was forced to come to this new school that, looking over the crowd of students, didn't look promising. But Johanna didn't show weakness; she couldn't, she wouldn't allow herself. Her thoughts were interrupted by 'the Sorting Hat' being placed on her head. And, ode to joy, it spoke. 'You don't seem too happy to be here,' it said, in Johanna's mind. It felt a bit like an invasion that Johanna couldn't stop until it called a house for her. 'You don't sound too pleased yourself,' Johanna snapped.
'Clever,' the hat said. 'And quick. Though not very kindly. Do you have a temper?' the hat asked. Was it trying to have a conversation with her? 'No,' thought Johanna in her calmest tone. 'I make sure of that.' The hat responded, 'then you wouldn't quite fit in Gryffindor. Too sly for Ravenclaw. You would be perfect in-' The hat roared "Slytherin!"
And the grimy thing was taken off of her head. Johanna stood and headed toward the applauding green-and-silver-clad table. She found an empty seat, next to a first year boy who looked tolerable. Fortunately, the seat across from her and on her other side were empty. Unfortunately, the girl across from the boy was quite chatty. [[ let's just pretend that's one of Dotey's several personalities ]] [[ okay, let's get this year started. :3 and if you would guys, use saddle brown for the sorting hat ]]
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Posted: Mon Jun 23, 2008 2:04 pm
  'She is definitely not an eleven-year-old,' Brady Benjamin Allen, the fourth, thought to himself. Mattson, Johanna had just sat on the old stool Brady remembered from last year. She was exquisitely confident and looked a bit foreign. Brady took a long look at her as the hat pondered her placement. Her legs were crossed, her back was straight, her face said, 'look upon me, pitiful people of the world.' She was stick thin, but not in a childish way like the girls she was being sorted with .
Brady liked it, he liked it a lot.
The hat pronounced her Slytherin, and though Brady sis not openly express it, he was quite glad. He simply clapped, three times, which was three more times than he gave anybody else. All eyes were on Johanna as she walked down to the Slytherin table. 'Bloody hell,' Brady thought. Was he imagining it or did her hair really blow in the wind when she walked? Brady now wished he could kick the girl next to him out of her seat and offer the place to Johanna. She would be much more of an improvement than the snotty gossip she would be replacing.
As the ceremony continued, Brady had quite a while to himself, rather like being alone in a crowded room, only Brady felt this way on purpose, he preferred it. He had plenty of time to figure out his plan of action. Offer to carry her books? Open a door or two? A nice chat in the common room? Brady could be a gentleman if he wanted. Most of the time he just didn't care to.
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Posted: Mon Jun 23, 2008 3:14 pm
  Cameron stood among the other unsorted first years. Though he would never admit it, he was scared. Scared that his name wouldn't be called, scared that once his name was called he trip on his way to the small wooden stool, scared that the sorting hat would refuse to sort him, scared that maybe, just maybe, he actually didn't belong here. That they had mistaken him for a magical being, when he was just a regular eleven year old boy. He blanked out the noise and just watched the small and scared first years' faces. He saw the fear on their faces, their eyes worried and anxious, waititng to hear what house the sorting hat would shout out. And then his name was called. "Rivers, Cameron," his name came out from Professor McGonagall's mouth as she looked at the pack of first years, waiting for him to come up.
Cameron gulped and started to sweat, he felt his heart start to beat, faster and faster it went. Louder and louder after each beat; he was sure that everyone in the great hall would be able to hear it. He tried to walk forward but his leg wouldn't move, it was as if both of his feet were nailed to the ground. 'Come on feet, don't fail me now.' And then finally, he felt his right foot go forward. 'Left, right, left, right, left.' Cameron arrived at the small wooden stool and with some hesitation he sat down. He closed his eyes, waiting for the world to end. He felt the hat be placed on his head and before it was able to interrupt his thoughts Cameron thought, 'Man, I must look absolutely ridiculous right now.'
'Absolutely ridiculous? Boy, you must think quite highly of yourself. Looks obviously matter to you...possibly slytherin?'
'No! Looks don't matter to me. There are more important things than looks.' Cameron felt as though the hat was taking over him, looking into every single one of his memories, trying to see who Cameron Christopher Rivers really was.
'Ahhh, nevermind than. What is more important to you?' Cameron was able to answer this question with ease, 'Intelligence and the ability to keep a conversation going are more important obviously. Who would want to talk with someone who was as dumb as a post?' Cameron could have laughed, he had met people like this before, and they were far from pleasant. Definetly not the type of person Cameron would want to talk to on a normal basis.
'Ahh, so you cherish intelligence. I know just the place for you--' That hat than yelled out, "RAVENCLAW!"
Cameron sighed with relief as the hat was taken off of his head. He didn't enjoy somebody, or my like something, being there with all of his thoughts. He walked to the Ravenclaw table and as he was walking he saw his uniform go from a dull black, white and gray to a colorful and far from boring blue, bronze and gray. He smiled as he sat down, next to a first year that was sorted before him, hearing his now fellow ravenclaws clapping for him. He waited for the ceremony to continue.
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Posted: Mon Jun 23, 2008 7:52 pm
 TRACEY! Tracey was trying not to hurt herself as she picked at her nails under the Ravenclaw table. It was because there was a cute 5th year boy a couple of seats diagonally from her. He had light brown hair and Tracey didn't know what color his eyes were because she only looked at him long enough to make sure he couldn't tell she was looking. This was actually quite easy because his attention was directed at another table. He and a young Gryffindor girl were exchanging funny faces discretely across the room. Each of them looked up to the staff table occaisionally to see if any teachers noticed. They never did. Knowing her luck, Tracey guessed she would be caught the first time she made a face.
She quit picking and pulled the sleeves of her grey sweater over her knuckles. The fabric was worn and very used to this, it was nothing new. Tracey put her elbows on the table and rested her chin in her palm, to at least pretend she was paying attention the ceremony. A black-haired boy was announced Ravenclaw just in time and Tracey clapped appropriately. It wasn't that she always needed or liked to be apporpriate. She just hated to be inappropriate accidentally, like by making faces across the Great Hall. She took a quick look at the 5th year boy again, and one to the girl. She seemed no older than Tracey though she looked much more carefree, bright, fun... and not to mention prettier than Tracey, or so Tracey thought. Tracey never considered herself to be pretty. This may have been because she didn't feel like wearing make-up half the time, or that she had poor posture, or that her own mother constantly reminded her that she wasn't anythign special. Tracey could only be cute or half-decent. Tracey could shower anyone with compliments, but being jealous or upset with herself often got in the way of that.
A girl was put in Ravenclaw, then one in Hufflepuff, then a boy was sorted into Gryffindor. The list of 1st years was growing short. What Letter was McGonagall on? S? T? U maybe? It really didn't matter. Tracey had gotten one last look at the boy before the feast, and he had been looking up at the staff table at the same time. She was caught. Busted. She was dead. His eyes were blue. Tracey's brown, lined with black and grey, eyes widened and she covered the lower half of her face and looked immediately away. She didn't even want to know what his reaction was. It was best that she didn't know, so she wouldn't start crying in the middle of the Great Hall if if turned out badly.
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Posted: Wed Jun 25, 2008 10:33 pm
 One step forward. Bailey had been dreading this night for weeks now. Months, actually. Maybe years, without realizing it. But she definitely realized it now. The thumping in her chest and the lack of color in her face gave her away. Another step forward. Her breathing quickened as she came closer and closer. Couldn't she at least do this in private?
She looked out at the rest of the school that she was so new to. What would they think when they heard what house she was sorted into. What would she think? Would it be Slytherin? Would she be relieved? She knew that somehow she would, somehow a great pressure would be lifted from her chest. She'd make her family happy. Most of them, anyway. The ones to whom it would really matter. Maybe it wouldn't be so bad.
Her eyes found familiar faces at the Gryffindor table. There sat the friends she'd already made. The Weasleys, Fig, Alice, Leigh. Would they hate her? Or maybe she'd be a Gryffindor, like her mother and her aunt. But would her family on the Malfoy side still love her? Or would they think she'd gone bad, just like her mother. Would they ignore her? Disown her?
It didn't matter. She doubted she could be a Gryffindor, anyway.
She didn't think she was smart enough to be a Ravenclaw. And if she were a Hufflepuff...well, surely the Malfoys wouldn't want her. They thought of Hufflepuffs as extras. Barely magical, no talent. That might even be worse than being a Gryffindor.
"Thompson, Bailey."
Her heart sped, and her eyes refocused to see what was in front of her. The wooden stool, the ratty hat. Professor McGonagall looking stern as ever. She stepped forward and sat on the stool, and her feet didn't reach the floor. The hat, too big, slipped down over her eyes and came to rest on her cheeks and the back of her neck.
"Hmm..." it said in her ear, its voice low and gutteral. "You're a smart one, but I don't quite see in you the Ravenclaw thirst for knowledge. You're certainly cunning and clever, but you lack the desire for power and superiority that go along with being a Slytherin. You would make a good Hufflepuff, but I sense in you something more. A strong heart, a strong will. You are brave. Perhaps not where others can see it, but you are brave where it counts, on the inside."
Could her heart have been beating any faster? Her fingers gripped the edge of the stool until her knuckles were white, and her palms were sweaty. 'Please just put me where I belong.'
"GRYFFINDOR!"
That was it. The end. Was she relieved? No. In fact she was terrified. She realized that her eyes were shut when the hat was removed and she still couldn't see. She opened them, slowly, and the sound of clapping came to her ears. The monochrome of her robes became red and gold as she stood, knees still shaking a bit, and went to sit with the other first years at the front of the Gryffindor table. But then she saw Fig again, and thought, 'Maybe it's not so bad,' and altered her course to go sit next to him. trying to rescue themselves from a beautiful day, trying to wake themselves up with a frappa-mocha-latte
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Posted: Thu Jun 26, 2008 7:13 am
 
So Oliver was sitting with the first years but it wasn't half as bad as he thought it would be. Honestly, he felt like a kid again. He was high-fiving the newly sorted Gryffindors and welcoming them to Hogwarts. The newest addition to the house was Bailey Thompson, who was walking farther down the table than most 1st years. Oliver thought nothing of it. He simply leaned out in front of her, gave her a high-five and said "Welcome to Hogwarts!" in a warm tone. Between students being sorted, when applause was going on, Oliver takled to Katie Bell. She was half-magical and she mentioned her father who told her all about Hogwarts and Quidditch. This got Oliver onto his favorite subject, and he could go on and on about it, were it not for the mandatory silences because of the ceremony.
Occasionally, he gave an apologetic look with a laughing smile to Mary, two tables away. Though during one of the silences toward the end of the ceremony, he looked down his own table. His first thought was to look for his teammates from last year, in case Katie asked to meet them. He could see a flash of Charlie Weasley's hair, but just barely because he was so far down the table. Oliver tried to look for the faces of each of last years beaters and chasers, when he came to see the face of Leigh Guidry. And what an odd face it was.
She was stretching the sides of her mouth and sticking out her tongue and furrowing her brow. Oliver's gaze was directed over to the Ravenclaw table, or more specifically, the boys to whom Leigh was making faces.He was easy to spot because he was doing the same. He pulled at his ears and held air in his cheeks so that he resembled a chimpanzee. When the boy went to look toward the stafftable, he was interrupted byTracey O'Donnell who had been looking at him as well. Oliver had never given the girl much thought, as she avoided him most of the time. She was always with her friends Phoebe and June, and they were all sort of outcasts. But they never really did Oliver wrong, and his attention was no longer on the girl, as the ceremony had just ended.
Dumbledore stood after the last first year had been sorted Ravenclaw. As typical of Dumbledore, he stood, said the slightest he had to while still being effective, and sat back down. "Let's eat!"
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Posted: Thu Jun 26, 2008 1:10 pm
  Mary Regina Perison hated the start of term feast and the sorting ceremony. Not only did she have a great lack of friends in her house, but this year, she was sitting with first years who thought they were cool because they made it through sorting.
It wasn't like the impudent little buggers had to duel to the death to be sorted. They merely had to wear a hat that read them like a book then put them into their houses. Not a big deal.
She caught Oliver looking at her a few times and she smiled back, but all she really wanted to do at that moment was blow her brains out in some unpleasant way. It would be more exciting than what was going on around her.
She applauded blandly for some of the first years, but really, she could have cared less. She was bored. Boredom quickly and easily overtook her and it was hard to draw her back out. She sighed and resisted the urge to bang her head repeatedly on the table; food would be appearing any moment now and she was not going to thrust her face into that. No sir.
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Posted: Thu Jun 26, 2008 8:19 pm
(( Don’t worry. She’ll sit by Will and Jane, but I figured, since she’s all over the place, I’d stick her… all over the place. )) [ A ] lice, being as short and tiny as she was, was still growling while she situated herself in the first Gryffindor table. She had to basically shove her way through all of the students, after almost exploding at a few younger students, who were taller than her, of course, after they halted in their steps to get a good look at another female student. She spotted Will, yes, along with Jane. Alice wished she sat next to them when she had the chance, but now that she had sat down in fear Will wouldn’t want her to be there, she couldn’t move. The sorting ceremony was about to start.
As a few names were being called up, the redhead barely let her thoughts trace the little 11 year old children being sorted into their houses. Some of them were even crying, but she didn’t pay much attention. She was still thinking about that nightmare of a train ride she experienced moments before. But, now that she deeply thought about for a few more seconds of today, Alice came to realize that Will couldn’t really be as angry with her as she made it so in her head. If she sat down next to him, he almost certainly wouldn’t have objected. Alice blew out a hopeless sigh, blowing her bangs up after a little dark-haired boy sat down at the Ravenclaw table, which were shouting loudly at their new coming member. And then a familiar name came up.
Alice involuntarily smiled as she watched Bailey Thompson walk up to the front to be sorted. Bailey looked like she was dead scared, and Alice was about to laugh, until the hat had been placed atop of her head. Blue ocean eyes stayed on her face, her eyes clasped shut, as the hat was speaking something, but it was barely audible. Alice had been so intent to listen that she leaned over on the table to get a better look.
The tiny redhead had about jumped up from her seat to clap wildly for her little, now Gryffindor friend. Bailey was about to sit in the first table, but continued on. Alice stopped her clapping, watching her with a curious gaze, until her pink lips tugged up in a smirk. She spotted Fig, beckoning Bailey to come sit with them once she was sorted, who was placed beside Leigh , who was making faces at Kevin, a Ravenclaw boy in some of her classes. She snickered. But all was wiped clean once her wide, blue eyes came across Will sitting across from Jane.
Once the ceremony was over, Dumbledore giving his little speech thing that Alice never paid any attention to, and then everyone started in an uproar for the food, Alice sat motionless. For a few seconds, she was silent, and then a long, over exaggerated sigh, blowing the red bangs out of her face. And then she lifted herself from her seat.
Why was she so worried about all of this, coming up to Will, and apologizing to him? It was just plain stupid. She knew Will would forgive her, no matter what. But why?
“Will…?” Alice asked from behind him, biting her lower lip, waiting for him to turn around. Jane more than likely saw her when she approached them, maybe even told Will about it before she even said his name. But Alice went on, “Will, I’m so sorry… I’m sorry for whatever I did to make you angry. I would never want to do that to you; I promise. Please, I’m sorry…!”  OMFV
[ Oh My Fidelious Violino ]  [ F ] idelious, of course, sat beside Leigh as he did the years previously. His goofy grin was glued on his face, as always, and he talked animatedly with a 4th year boy sitting beside him about how good the dessert was going to be once the sorting was over. He quieted down, though, once the ceremony began, but more than usual. Fig was never a quiet student, almost always getting in trouble for talking or laughing in class or on important matters such as this, but this sorting was different. Bailey Ann Thompson was going to be sorted at any moment.
Once her name was called up, Fig sat at the end of his seat, trying to get a good look at her over the many Gryffindor heads. A few people whispered, some even joked and laughed about how nervous she was, but not in a mocking sort of way. It was almost cute, and Fig refrained himself from laughing. Her eyes were pinched closed, tight, as she awaited to be sorted. And when that single word came shouted out of the sorting hat’s old, leather mouth, Fig jumped up and clapped enthusiastically, grinning ear to ear. Bailey was sorted into Gryffindor. Heh. That means I win our little bet, Matt.
When the girl started to the first table, the curly haired boy was about to call out for her to come sit with him, Leigh, Glenn, and everyone else around them, but stopped when he met eyes with her. He grinned, signaling to her that she can sit beside him if she wanted to. When she came, his cheeks were aching from smiling so much.
“Bailey!” he said, almost forcefully pushing her down in the seat beside him, grinning, “Welcome to Gryffindor!”
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Posted: Fri Jun 27, 2008 12:49 am
Aidan stamped out his cigarette as he spotted the first years marching up the lawn and slipped in through the front doors before the oaf Hagrid saw him. He made his way lazily to the boys' room on the first floor, adjusting the strap of his duffel bag on his shoulder as he went. He was a little miffed that he hadn't actually gotten to change on the train, but the annoyance passed. All it meant was that he'd be late to the feast, which didn't matter. He'd miss the sorting of the first years, which didn't matter. He'd make a bad impression, which didn't matter.
He chewed his lip as he tied the green and silver tie in the grimy bathroom mirror, and didn't pull on his cloak until he was walking through the halls toward the noise that was the Great Hall. From the delicious smells slipping through the doors he surmised that the feast had already begun. Perfect.
Ah, and there was dear Olivia, saving him a seat. He grinned as he made his way to her, almost enjoying the dirty looks that the professors who'd noticed him were giving him. He shoved his duffel underneath his seat and smiled around at the stunned girls who were Olivia's occasional entourage.
"Evening, cuz," he said, pulling the candied yams toward him. and cassie pulled the trigger
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Posted: Fri Jun 27, 2008 1:36 am
 [ "O ] h, I do hope they get on with this,” said Margaret Tharp for about what felt like the 185,733rd time to Olivia Zsarcaspian, who was, unfortunately, sitting right beside the complainer in question. The dark-haired girl stared down blankly at the plate in front of her, bored, and a bit insecure. White teeth gritting from behind her frowning lips, Olivia grew to become impatient. The seat beside was empty. He was not here. ‘Whatever.’ she thought without emotion, ‘He probably got himself killed by the Whomping Willow, trying to impress a girl. Stupid git.’ She now took the time to actually pay attention to what Maggie was complaining about beside her. It had to do with the ceremony. Olivia’s eyes looked up to see Maggie frowning, Jessica scowling, glaring up at whoever was now on the stool, and Katherine just shaking her head. Her eyes then slipped to the front.
A girl, foreign, obviously, with long, blonde hair had just been placed into Slytherin. She had an air of cold, unpleasantness, had much poise, and gave an impression that told people to back off. Olivia, staring at her with an impassive expression, was quickly reminded of herself. But what really sparked an interest was that she wasn’t as young or scared looking as all the other 1st years. ‘She’s not eleven. Not even twelve. What’s she doing here?’ Usually Olivia was rarely ever interested in a new student, not even an ounce, but this girl looked like she had something that a lot of girls didn’t. She looked interesting. Olivia stared back down at her gold plate, blinking, her back as straight as a metal bar.
Another child had been sorted into Ravenclaw, and then a girl, who looked deathly afraid, Gryffindor. ‘That stupid hat must be mad.‘ Olivia spat in her head, turning her gaze off of the girl as she walked down the tables to sit with a group of loud, obnoxious Gryffindors, ‘She looks far from being a Gryffindor.’ But her thoughts were interrupted by a familiar voice that almost made her sigh in relief, but then her face twisted into a scowl when Maggie Tharp started to suddenly become very animated with Jessica, grinning ear to ear as Aidan Reese, Olivia’s cousin, sat beside her. Katherine started to look a bit uneasy, moving uncomfortably in her seat.
“Aidan.” Olivia greeted her cousin in the most friendly tone she could muster, even if she was a bit irritated at him for being late and doing whatever. She still had what Maggie was ranting on about back at the Hogsmeade Station in the back of her mind, and, surprisingly, Olivia was anxious to ask him about it. Aidan stuffed his duffel bag under the table--’Idiot.’-- and sat down beside her, beginning to eat. Olivia stared vacantly at her own plate, but took no action to filling it with food. She wasn’t exactly hungry at the moment. Her stomach was still trying to get used to a nasty, syrupy liquid bubbling up in her gut.
“Sorry…” Olivia mumbled to only the boy beside her, her blue-green eyes narrowing down into slits as she tried to tune out Maggie whispering something to Jessica Kinndell, that girl who closely resembled a pig, across the table. Katherine Engelton was staying quiet, picking at a string on her black robes, but was not doing a very good job of keeping her chocolate eyes off of Aidan; it was kind of obvious. Snorting out air from her nose, Olivia muffled what sounded like a sound or irritation. “They won’t leave me alone. They follow me everywhere.” But of course that wasn’t the only reason why Maggie, Jessica, and Katherine follow her. Maggie and Katherine were basically in love with Aidan, and used Olivia to just be able to be 5 feet around them, and Jessica just followed them around, more than likely liking her cousin, too. It was downright insulting and bothersome, and Olivia was surprised that she hasn’t blown them up into pieces, yet. But she’s too uncaring to deal with them.
Spooning a small amount of mashed potatoes a little to violently onto her plate, Olivia’s face stayed composed, yet her lips stayed In a strict, disciplined line. She was debating with herself whether or not to start interrogating Aidan now, or wait until later where it was less noisy and Maggie‘s voice-saturated. The blonde girl was still speaking in her unusually high, squeaky tone with Jessica, while both of them were glancing at the blonde boy beside her in an obvious, unnatural way, giggles bursting from them every 5 seconds. Katherine, whom Olivia liked more than either of them, but still hated with a passion, had already started redoing her make-up across from her, compact mirror in front of her pale face. She was still making her peeking obvious.
“Aidan,” Olivia started in a low, abnormally casual tone, smooth and relaxed, “I’ve been hearing some things… about you… and a Gryffindor...” Maggie and Jessica obviously didn’t hear Olivia over the commotion around them, but Katherine, who still had the compact hiding her face, looked like a possible eavesdropper.
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Posted: Fri Jun 27, 2008 9:12 am
SKANDER!  Skander wasn't paying any sort of attention to the sorting of the first years ceremony. He all ready went through that process, so why watch it again? It was a boring and long process. In other words: not really Skander's thing. The whole ceremony was a waste of time for students who were all ready settled in a house, such as Skander. He thought that it'd be a much smarter idea if the little first years went into a classroom and performed the ceremony in there and didn't come out until they were fully done and sorted. And while they were being sorted in that classroom the older students would be able to have freetime to chat and joke around with friends. He thought that many of the older students would like his idea better, but he wasn't the headmaster of Hogwarts. 'If only...' Skander thought playfully at the idea of him being headmaster of Hogwarts. Than he quickly shook the idea away. 'That'd be way too much work.'
Instead, Skander was paying very close attention to a particular fourth year slytherin girl that he placed himself oh so conveniently directly across the way from. Sure he liked sitting next to his fellow gryffindor, and friend, Will and even have Jane sit near him, but he longed to move from the gryffindor table to move anywhere near Melanie Parks. He peered over the thankfully short person's head in front of him and just watched her. Melanie was paying very close attention to the ceremony. 'Of course she is you idiot, why wouldn't she?' He watched her smile and clap happily for each new first year sorted in gryffindor. Skander liked that smile, he too was smiling, but wished she was smiling for him. But he knew she probably wouldn't be smiling at him anytime soon. Skander and Melanie had a complicated relationship, they loved each other but couldn't seem to work certain things out, some things were left unspoken between the two. They had an on-off relationship since Skander's second year, Melanie's first year. Currently him and Melanie were on the outs, and Skander wasn't quite pleased about it.
Desperate to get her attention Skander started to wave his hand frantically at her. He glanced at the staff table to make sure none of the staff members were looking at him. 'I could do without a detention for a while.' After two minutes of waving like an idiot Melanie finally looked his way. He chuckled at the confused look on her face. Her bright blue eyes were big and shining with confusion; her eyebrows closely knitted together; and her pink lips formed a small 'o'. When she realized he was waving at her she threw her head back and laughed. Skander's heart sank, was she laughing at him? Like, seriously laughing at him? Did he really look that stupid? And than his heart rised back to its normal state when he saw her smile brightly and wave back at him. He laughed to quietly to himself. Melanie's wave was enough to make anyone laugh. It was a childish wave; she moved her fingers quickly starting with moving her pinky, all the fingers on the way to her thumb, and back again. Skander never understood why she waved like that, but he liked it.
He waved back at her with a warm smile on his face. He really wanted to shout something funny to her, but he knew that action would definetly result in getting a detention. He settled for the next thing by moving around his seat, a dancing motion he often did while he was standing, but he settled for moving his rear around in seat. He was so busy trying to keep Melanie's gaze on him that he didn't realize that the feast had started and that the ceremony was finally over.
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Posted: Fri Jun 27, 2008 10:35 am
  Melanie watched the unsorted first years very closely, she always found the sorting ceremony quite interesting. And she knew she was probably the only person that felt that way. There was something about the ceremony itself that interested Melanie, that made her want to watch. She remembered her first day at Hogwarts all too well. She was so excited but scared to be sorted into a house where she knew nobody. She waited forever waiting for her name to come out of Professor McGonagall's mouth, smiling to herself and trembling a bit with fear. When Melanie's name was finally called, she slowly skipped to the small wooden stool. Yes, she skipped up to the stool. When she felt the sorting hat be placed on her head she was startled that it interrupted her whirling and chatty thoughts. She was even more startled that the hat knew she was really a Rickerson and not a Parks. She gasped out loud and told the hat that he was false, quickly making up a lie. But of course, the hat knew that it was Melanie who was false. He toyed around with the idea of placing her in ravenclaw for her quick and sharp wit, but was fascinated by something else. Every single Rickerson had gone to Hogwarts and every single one of them was placed into slytherin. Melanie appeared different in some ways from the rest of her family, but the sorting hat placed her in slytherin anyway. This puzzled Melanie, she was sure that she would be the one Rickerson that would be different, but she thought wrong, she was placed in the cold house of slytherin and she still remained there to this day.
Melanie smiled and clapped happily for each and every first year that was sorted into slytherin. She watched every one of the newly sorted slytherins and didn't take her eyes off them until they quickly found an empty seat and sat down. She could have laughed at their facial expressions, but that would have been unkind, so she didn't. 'I imagine the year when I was sorted my face was the funniest out of all the rest of us first years. I was so confused, I wasn't expecting to be placed in slytherin. I thought for sure I'd be placed somewhere else. Oh well, the hat knows best, right?' She then glanced at Skylar, who was sitting across from her, and then Rain, who was sitting next to Skylar. She smiled to herself as she faced to the front to watch the next first year be sorted. 'I'm glad I was sorted in slytherin, I've made some good friends.'
Something told Melanie told her to look at Skander, her on-off boyfriend. She peered over Skylar's head to look at him. She had broken his heart last year when she ended things, she didn't know why she did, she liked Skander a lot, maybe even loved Skander, but, it was complicated, just like their relationship. She saw him waving frantically and felt confused. 'What on earth is that silly boy doing?' Her blue eyes were bright, wide, and shining with confusion; her eyebrows were so close, they looked as though they were knitted together; and her lips were slightly parted. And than she realized why he was waving that way. 'He's trying to get my attention!' Melanie threw her head back and laughed, her dark, wavy, brown hair falling down her back, her bangs falling into her eyes. Melanie quickly sat back up and waved back at Skander with her signature wave and smiled. She saw his handsome smile and his now settled down wave. Skander moved around in his seat and Melanie knew excatly what he was doing, he was dancing in his seat! 'Typical Skander...' Melanie thoughts as she giggled into her palm. She knew that little dance move all too well. It was how she first noticed him. Well actually more like the dance move that Skander used to win Melanie over. She kept her eyes on him but quickly averted her gaze when the food appeared. She held up a 'wait a minute' finger to Skander and quickly clapped and exclaimed, "Yay! Food!'' She filled her plate up, not ashamed to appear as though she was starving.
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Posted: Fri Jun 27, 2008 12:04 pm
Skylar yawned as she rested her head on top of her arms, folded upon the table. She always hated the sorting ceremony, even when it'd been her first year; it was always so boring and dragged on for what seemed like ages. Her eyes scanned the heads up the table, seeing no one she really cared about, before she turned and started looking around. Of course, three tables down was her brother, a seat up and some others she really could care less about. Hufflepuffs, Gryffindors, Ravenclaw... she hated the bunch of them. How any of them ever thought they could even speak to her was beyond her, but whatever.
But something pulled within her and she felt her heart quicken just slightly as her eyes searched up and down hufflepuff for a certain curly brown haired girl. Eleanor. Where was she? And surely enough, there she was at the first Hufflepuff table. She felt a smile creak across her lips for a bit, wondering how often the two of them would see each other, when she suddenly caught herself. Dumbfounded, she sat up and store at the table before her, emerald eyes shocked and searching. What's wrong with me? Why the hell was I doing that? Arggg! I'm going crazy! she thought, sighing and groaning very softly before letting her head drop into her palm, her elbow against the table. She was seriously hating herself right about now.
She continued to watch the sorting, not even clapping or looking the least excited for each sorted into her own house; she'd just torment them. Although, it would be better than how she treated the other first years at least. She looked up at Melanie, seeing that the young girl looked a tad confused. Peering over her shoulder, she only saw Skander; the boy Mel had been with the previous year, if memory served her correct. She wasn't sure how Melanie had liked him, since to Sky he was nothing but an annoying toad; but whatever. What her friends saw in others wasn't of her concern. She was only there to protect them and hear them out. That was it.
It was not too long after this, however, that the food started to appear before them. Sky hadn't realized how hungry she'd been until now, her mind ripped away from thoughts about all the others at the other tables, the ones she hated and the ones she despised. She started to plate some mashed potatoes and the likes, smiling at Mel when she realized she was just as hungry; how hadn't she noticed Mel as a friend before now? They were similar in a lot of ways, but it seemed she'd never noticed.
"Mel, do you like yams or potatoes?" she questioned out of random, laughing a bit as she awaited the answer. It was just a random question, but she always liked to know which way people rolled; if she said yams with marshmallows, as well as mashed potatoes of any kind, she would surely fall over laughing. Not to be mean, but just because that proved they really were much more similar than previously thought.
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