first feast [all students/staff welcome!]

[solara]

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,450,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: #6d6d6d;] [style=padding: 10px; text-align: justify; font-family: arial; font-size: 10px; height: 475px; overflow: auto; color: #1e1e1e;]contrary to the seeming beliefs of so many students that wandered through the halls of hogwarts each year, the professors did not sit around, holding their breaths, waiting for school to begin each summer. solara knew first hand that, much of the time, the staff were just as weary as the students to have their vacation end and be forced back into a learning environment. she herself had to be prodded each august to get back into the working mood when relaxation and peace were ever-so-sweet. for the staff, however, summer had ended quite a while before the students had to worry about boarding the hogwarts express. over a week before sully, along with many other staff members (the number of which had increased with each passing day) began to pull herself out of bed early every morning to come to the school, do paperwork, file student's charts, and get ready for the upcoming school year. she'd put in longer hours over the last week than she might on any normal day of the actual school year, and now the reason for the extra effort had arrived. the headmistress was already at her seat at the head table when the students started streaming in, fresh off of the train. this was only the second year that she had held this place at the table- for the longest time she had been on the far reach of either end, and the change in perspective was an odd one. she recognized most pupils as they moved in, taking their seats at their house tables, a few occasionally moving over to another to talk with a friend they had not had the pleasure of being in the same house with. she waited until the final returning student had been in the room for a few minutes before she saw the assigned professor walk in through the large doors, a line of timid first years in tow. sully could remember being in their positions, though it had been about three and a half decades ago. among the little ones were a few larger students, those who were transferring from beauxbatons or durmstrang, or those who were homeschooled by their parents previously. all were sorted, making their way to their 'home' tables for the next seven years as chattering voices filled the room, welcoming new arrivals. again sully waited, allowing the students a bit of time to talk, before she rose and made her way around the table. it always hit her, how a mere movement on her part could bring hundreds of mouths to a close and twice the number of eyes focus solely on her. she made her way to a podium in front, gaze sweeping over every table in turn with a small smile on her lips. "to all of the new, welcome, and to all of the old, welcome back," she began, warm voice echoing through the hall by the power of a simple spell, audible to all. "i hope that you all enjoyed your summers, and have come back to school refreshed and ready for learning. if you haven't, well, i'm sure you professors shall whip you into shape soon enough." there was a slight scattered laughter that ran through the room from a few students, especially the first years who didn't quite yet know the headmistress' humor to understand if she was joking. "as you all know, despite the trouble we have seen this past summer, there is much planned for hogwarts over the next ten months. the goblet of fire will arrive at hogwarts this weekend, and on monday will be opened for entry for the house tournament. all students fifteen and older are eligible to represent their houses- you will be rather sorry if you try to deceive the goblet- though i caution you not to make a hasty decision. the tournament is no easy obstacle, and glory is no reason to put yourself in a situation you cannot handle. with that being said, if you truly believe that you can succeed, i encourage you to write your name on a piece of paper, drop it in the goblet, and wish for luck." the volume in the hall rose for a moment, likely with excited students proclaiming their intent to apply to their friends, before sully spoke over the chatter to quiet it. "a few reminders before we begin- the forbidden forest is, as always, off limits to students if you are not accompanied by a professor for a class. the first scheduled hogsmeade day is september sixteenth, but fifth, sixth, and seventh years are able to go if you have permission and a note from your head of house. dueling is strictly prohibited outside of the dueling club, as are fights of any kind. let's make this year an enjoyable one, please, not one filled with detentions." her eyes were sparkling even as the warning was uttered, and there was another momentary pause before she spoke again: "now, let's eat!" with a wave of her hand the food appeared upon the five tables and the headmistress retreated to her place at the head table. [/style]

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[mar]

"what school are you from?" , "beauxbatons, durmstrang?" , "or maybe you homeschooled?" , "how old are you?" , "hello?" people couldn't take a hint, if someone didn't answer your first five questions what in gods name would make you think that he would answer your sixth? 'keep it together marquis, remember you'll alexander now and alexander is always...nice...' he could hardly stand that word, nice he didn't have time for niceties yet alone time for some idiotic preadolescent girl that was far too conversational for her own good. unfortunately, despite it being rather obvious that he didn't want anything to do with the freckled freak she just continued to talk away. 'she's still at it, maddening!' he visibly twitched, his temper was growing sharply and it wouldn't be long before he snapped and killed the girl, 'kill?' the sheer thought of killing another human being immediately calmed him down, 'what's wrong with me? i'm not...a murderer...' alexander sighed, controlling his emotions seemed to get progressing difficult as the days went on. 'i don't even know where i end and...he begins...'

finally after what seemed to be an eternity, the wait was over. the returning students had already gone inside leaving him with the first years and a few others older kids that were in the same position as him. he snickered darkly to himself, 'well not in the exact position as me...' unless hogwarts was harboring more murderers, thieves and vagabonds then he thought. before he knew it he was already sitting on some rather uncomfortable stool in front of the entire school, 'lovely...' immediately a hat was sat on top of his head causing him to raise a brow in question. 'a talking hat? how....strange.' he had never heard of such a thing, "now what do we have here?" the sorting hat started, "aren't you a little old to be sitting up here boy?" alexander nearly snarled at that remark, "just sort me hat and be done with it!" he didn't seemed impressed with alexanders attitude but said nothing, "strange it's almost as though there's someone else is..." alexanders eyes widened, his pulse quickened and sweat visibly began to form on his face, "hmmm.... noble like a griffin, manipulative like a snake, protective like a hawk and...." alexander shook his head, "NOT a badger I'm NOTHING like a badger DO YOU HEAR ME YOU STUPID HAT!" oh there was no way in hell he was going to be a...hufflepuff. he didn't even know what a hufflepuff was but he did know he didn't want to be one!

wait...did he say that out loud?

several students laughed at his outburst while the faculty seemed less then amused regardless the hat continued its deliberation before shouting out, "RAVENCLAW!" he sighed, thankful he wasn't among...he looked over at the yellow bannered table and shivered, those...'things'. taking his place at the ravenclaw table he waited until the feast started and food appeared magically before their eyes. "what...is this...?" he never liked english food...he was a spaniard everything he ate had it's own...personality to it but this, this was just boring. "i'm not hungry..."

[avalon]

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[marlon]

Unlike many students, Marlon rather enjoyed the beginning of term feast. For one, it meant release from his humdrum home life, which he hated. While the other students were able to jump and skip around with joy and simply enjoy the summer, Marlon’s summer was filled with boxes, sweat and a smelly house. To help out with his family’s financial situation, the Slytherin had to work, unpacking boxes of various sizes at a small Muggle store for a large portion of his summer. It was part of the reason why he despised being at home, which was why he tended to pocket some of the money he earned for himself. When he went home at night, he had to deal with his parents, useless and more useless. It wasn’t entirely clear which one was which to him. They seemed to switch roles too often for Marlon to bother keeping track. His father seemed to lose jobs faster than his stinky boss drinks and his mother... well, she didn’t even bother trying. Challenge her poor, pathetic brain for more than a minute and she bursts out into tears. During what little time he had, Marlon read up on Divination books in hopes that one of them would help in stopping the stupid visions from invading his brain. However, like the many summers before, Marlon had made no to little headway. Thankfully, the other students at Hogwarts had no absolutely no idea about his economic status and thus his secret life remained a secret.

For the most part, these sortings were dead boring. So he supposed he could understand why the other students hated it so much. But this year, there was a student who looked considerably older and bigger than the rest of the wide-eyed first years. Plus, this student loudly declared that he refused to be a Hufflepuff. Marlon chuckled lightly at his outburst. That certainly didn’t happen every year. However, exciting that event was, Marlon was looking forward to what would be coming. What he truly looked forward to was the dinner that would come afterwards. After living at his impoverished home for the past two months, Marlon was becoming accustomed to skipping a few meals here and there to conserve money for other necessities such as his father’s drinks and his mother’s cutesy little teacups. Needless to say, Marlon was ecstatic to finally have a good meal again. However, a lesson learned from his first year taught him not to be too... enthusiastic with eating after two months of limited meals. So Marlon proceeded to eat gingerly, taking care not to wolf down the entire table’s food. The other students would hardly like him for eating all the food and neither would his stomach when it all came up later.

As it had been the case since his first year, Marlon sat with the most prestigious and most wealthy of the Slytherins. After all, it would take someone with a large fortune and hopefully a fool to get him out of his current life situation. The spoiled brats that most of them were seemed largely unphased by the large quantity of food. He hated them for it. He hated that they never suffered a day in their life. And he didn’t mean, in the way that they broke a nail and it was so terrible. Seeing that some of the first years seemed just as amazed as he felt, Marlon felt slightly better and he made a mental note to not interact with them as much.

[michael]

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[nathan]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-image:url(http://i54.tinypic.com/2vafwqd.jpg), border: solid #ffffff 5px; width: 400px; height: 500px;] Finally, September had arrived! No more serving drinks at the Leaky Cauldron nor cleaning tables or taking orders for supposedly business wizards and witches. Finally Nathan could return to the place he considered his true home, the place where all of his friends were and the place he would sadly not see in a while if ever again after the ending of the year. This was Nathan's final year in Hogwarts after all, after this there would be no more train rides in September, no great feast, or swimming in the black lake, it would be all over, something that made the young Gryffindor's mood drop a little bit. It didn't make him entirely sad though, he couldn't be with so many of his friends around him. Not to mention the food! He loved the food at Hogwarts, it was so many and it was all so tasty. Pumpkin juice, sweets, turkey, chicken, pork, pretty much everything you could think of. Besides, the antics of the new transferred student were enough to make him laugh, apparently somebody didn't like Hufflepuffs, the reason was lost to Nathan since the guy was new and had no way of knowing what Hufflepuff was like, but hey, people could be crazy sometimes. But apart from laughing at his outburst, he paid no heed to the new Ravenclaw, concentrating more on the food in front of him and the friends around him instead. "Well yeah, working in the Leaky Cauldron is good, but I really want something better, like, I don't know, becoming an Auror." He told one of the other seventh years, taking a hold of a pumpkin pie after speaking, yeah, he had his sights on that job ever since his dad had been one. Another job he'd want to take would be headmaster of Hogwarts, but with the current headmistress it would be a while until he became one himself, that was if he ever was qualified to become one. "I'm glad the year finally started though, I was going nuts at home, Dad has been growing some sort of plant from Nepal and it's really smelly." He didn't have anything against his father, no, if anything he was his role model, but the former Auror-now Herbology professor could be quite crazy at times, especially when it came to plants. The thought alone prompted Nathan to turn his head towards the staff table, looking through this year's staff, his father being near the middle, chatting with one of his colleagues. He wondered what the year would have in wait for all of them, especially with the whole tournament going on, one thing he did know was that he would apply to the tournament, maybe he would be chosen, maybe not, but if he did get chosen, then he would try to bring glory and more fame to Gryffindor as well as his family. By now he had filled his plate with food and was about to stuff his face with it, yeah he loved food like that, so what? that was the reason of the great feast foo!

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[lucy]

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"Yeah, no summer was fine -- pretty easy going actually. Nothing big happened until I..." Lucy was chatting with her friends as they made their way toward the feast -- Tiffany forgot her robes in her trunk so they had to run down to the commonrooms and locate them meaning they were passing right by the first years and such who were just scrambling in from the boats.

I wonder if Alexander had to ride in the boat with all the little kids...

[/color] She couldn't help but think of the new guy from her --erm... adventure on the train. He seemed a little odd but then again so did a lot of students here. Yanking herself out of her thoughts she threw herself back into the conversation that had strayed into the subject of cute guys in their house -- ha of course it did. Smiling softly Lucy trailed after her friends entering the Great Hall for her last ever Opening Feast. It was almost depressing thinking about how such a big part of her life was going to end after this year... What was she going to do with her life?!

"Hey Lucy are you coming or not?!" While she was lost in her depressing thoughts her feet had apparently decided to stop working leaving her standing awkwardly in the isle between the tables with a few people staring at her.

Oops...[/color]. "Coming!! Sorry I was looking for my cousin -- I'll find her later."Liar. At least you covered yourself well.[/color]. A smile found it's way on her face as she and a few of her friends play wrestled over the best spot close to the end of the table away from teachers eyes -- in the end Lucy won by slipping in while the other two playfully shoved each other off onto the floor. "I win!"

Their laughing finally died down when the first years were all but dragged into the room and they began the sorting process. Every time a Hufflepuff was called Lucy and her group would cheer as loud as they possibly could until the Professors started giving them angry eyes and they simply settled for clapping quietly while ducking their heads. However when Alexander got to the sorting hat Lucy sat up straighter leaning back a bit to avoid craning her neck to get a better view. She glared with the rest of her table when he shouted he wasn't a badger -- someone with a lot of nerve called out harshly, "Yeah well we don't want you here anyways!" totally killing the whole 'always friendly Hufflepuff image. Poor new guy, he'd already managed to make a few enemies and he wasn't even in a house yet. The professors shot the students another look and everyone quieted down though many of her table mates faces still held a slight scowl as they watched him walk off to the Ravenclaw table.

Rolling her eyes Lucy turned her back on him angry that his words affected her so much -- no one ever liked being a badger until they were one. Besides this house was a lot less judgmental and easier to make friends in.... Well not as open minded as the Ravens but still! Her good mood was spoiled making her sit quietly sulking about how everyone was too quick to judge her house. She slowly piled a bit of food on her plate and ate in silence, the scowl painting her face kept most from trying to get her to join their conversations.

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[jennifer]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,10,true][atrb=style, background-color: #fff; width: 450px, bTable] [style=background-color: #ffffff; text-align: center; font-family: arial; font-size: 9px; height: 50px;] welcome to the new year, hufflepuffs! 634 WORDS WORDS WORDS [/style] if you had told jennifer sloper that she'd be in her sixth year at hogwarts this september, she'd laugh at you, point at you while she laughed, and called you some derogatory name in the process. alas, it was true; unfortunately, she'd finally hit her sixth year. it was surprising to know that the girl who nearly didn't get on the train in the fall of year one would be... well... there at the age of sixteen. but as she grew up, she thought that living at the castle was a great experience! she had been guided by her cousins and other siblings, and their tutoring and nurturing of the child seemed to work. now, in her sixth year, the girl was still undecided with work. in layman's terms - she was going to pick every subject that had passed in terms of owls, and she would ask the head of hogwarts just what she should do with her life. that sounded much better than just trying to half-arse it through the next two years. she looked across the table, and noticed her cousin sitting there, smiling to the other sixth years in attendance. her brother, who was sitting at the end of the table, looked at her at the same time as she looked at him. the two of them smiled. if you thought that jennifer couldn't believe that she was a sixth year, she couldn't believe that her brother was a seventh year (and that he was going to graduate if he passed his damn newts!). and her younger sister was a fifth year. but she was a gryffindor, and the only time that the two of them met was either at the quidditch pitch for games or at the great hall for meals. it was still a time to catch up what was going on with her. how her grades were doing, how she was faring with other random things... stuff like that. it meant for some interesting conversations. before too long, the food appeared on the table in front of her, and the students sitting around her were talking about what they were doing over the summer holidays. "anyone do anything above the range of 'normal' this summer," the middle sloper girl asked, looking around at her fellow sixth years. "any cool stories you guys want to share with me? i know you guys are itching to give me some amazing adventures." it figured that some of the other hufflies gave her an angry look. they were too busy sinking their teeth into the food that was provided for them, through way of the house elves. if they didn't want to talk to jennifer, then so be it. she was going to hold her own conversations with herself until someone spoke up. "my summer was kind of fun, to be honest with you, jenny. we didn't do too much, other than spend time in hogsmeade a few times with our cousins." she smiled at her cousin across from her. "as if we don't get enough of our cousins, do we? most of us are hufflepuffs, if you didn't know that. some of us are the occasional gryffindor..." that was a nod to her sister, who was eating food with the other fifth years. did she feel sorry for her sister as she said that? of course not! but that was part of the fun of having a sister - the more she got to lightly rib her, the better. jennifer then looked to the person next to her, on her right side. "so... did you have yourself a great summer?" obviously, she was having just a little too much fun trying to strike up a conversation, and not enough time to eat an actual meal before the next day's activities.

[nikita kayla wynter]

nikita wasn't sure if she was excited for the school year to begin again or not. in the past she always had been- as much as she loved her life at home with her adoptive parents, she came from a world where magic was a myth told to children as bedtime stories, and it was more than amazing to come to hogwarts and be able to perform amazing spells herself each fall. but this year... she just couldn't seem to find her usual enthusiasm for classes. sure, she was a prefect, which was pretty cool, and she was nearing the top of the food chain by being in her sixth year at last, but still her usual enthusiasm was absent.

maybe it had something to do with him, but he was a face she refused to let flash through her mind. it just brought up memories, and memories were nothing she wanted in her head. he was bad news, she knew that, her friends had told her of it after the break up and a few had made comments of it before... but she hadn't spoken to him in months, so why should she be worried of coming back to hogwarts just because he was there? it was a big school, and there were many classes. the odds that they would be in any class together were minimal. she could avoid him if needed, though she shouldn't be the one avoiding. she had done nothing wrong- he was the one who had changed.

she'd sat on the train with a few of her close friends (after a brief meeting with the head students and other prefects to discuss duties), happily chatting away about the summer's events until they had felt the train begin to slow, signalling their arrival to the hogsmeade station. an hour later she was sitting at the ravenclaw table in the great hall, watching the sorting, which was always one of her favourite activities. the first years were adorable, especially their reactions when they walked into the great hall and saw the elaborate ceiling. she had to make a mental note to remind herself that, when the feast was over, it was her job to lead the new students to the ravenclaw common room.

each year there were generally one or two new students not in first year, transfers from beauxbatons or durmstrang, usually. one such student this year was sorted into ravenclaw sitting near nikki, and her first impression was a sarcastic 'well, aren't you cheery'. really, she wasn't one for the immature whiner types, which he seemed to be... but hey, she needed to make him feel welcome, right? she could at least try. "it's this little known thing called food," she informed him with a small smile to show that she was teasing, "it's really quite good, you know. the house elves are great cooks. try some, maybe you'll get back your appetite."

[dareious]

The start of September had always been so appealing for him; in years past, it meant getting away from him, but now? What did he have to get away from? Life with Fenrir wasn’t perfect, but that didn’t come as much of a surprise. He was supposed to be the baby of the pack; the omega, if you will. Only, he’d been alone for so long that it didn’t fit him. There was too much pent up aggression and frustration for him to be okay with being pushed around by everyone else. No, he was no omega and he wasn’t going to be told what to do by anyone…except maybe Seyton and Fenrir. His summer though…that had been less than fantastic; then again, being accused of murdering your mother and then being labelled as mentally unstable wasn’t exactly the best of stories to tell. He’d seen and felt it on the train. People were actively avoiding him. There was no-one bounding over to him on the platform like in years past and the company in his carriage had consisted of clueless first years. Oh, and not to mention the death glares and tight grip on wands during the journey from train to castle.

He wasn’t surprised that people move away or shuffled over a little when he sat down. He was expecting it, really. It hadn’t bee like this last year; he’d been the random twig of a boy perched on the end of the table with some muggle instrument, surrounded by people from all houses. He didn’t care much for their company if they so quickly abandoned him any way. He didn’t approach anyone, just sat and waited for things to start. It didn’t take all that long in all honesty…or maybe he was just too busy trying not to lose his temper. Tomorrow…he could lose it tomorrow, just not today, not here and now. It didn’t take long though for the sorting ceremony to start though, which he was glad of; much more of that and he wasn’t sure if he would have kept it together. Dareious did not do noise well, a well known fact by older students, especially those in his year and his house. Mentioning his house…there was one student who he would probably end up speaking to by the time the week was out. Alexander Sinclair…Sinclair, now why did he know that name? Shaking his head, he almost cried when their darling headmistress finished speaking and there was food in front of him at long last.

He couldn’t help but overhear Nikita’s quick reply to that student’s clear distaste. Smirking, and with a slight chuckle, he shook his head; yeah, Dare was going to end up speaking to him before the week was out. Food was food, a luxury he hadn’t always had. To turn one’s nose up at it gave him a fair indication of just what this kid was like. So far, he felt more like a slytherin than a ravenclaw…but the hat had its reasons for placing students where it did. Mentioning food though…he was not as underfed this year and years gone by. In truth, he hadn’t actually lost that much weight over this summer, though the unfortunate events during may have had something to do with it. Food had been mad available whenever he wanted it and at first he’d refused, though with a little coaxing he found himself making up for it. He found himself picking though; avoiding meat and anything else ‘overcooked’ in his opinion. He’d always preferred as fresh and raw as possible, though it wasn’t really to everyone else’s taste. Nikita speaking though…that reminded him; he should probably track down Jasper at some point soon. And sign up for this house tournament…the boy had a lot to prove after all.