Hufflepuff Table

He was glad to see that the little guy had relaxed some and was taking pleasure in some of the finer points of Hogwarts life. Namely the desserts. Feliks rested one cheek against his palm, spooning his own sweets into his mouth as he watched Raivis dig into the tart and follow his suggestion (which made the Pole happy to think the new kid trusted his advice) by packing up a slice of pie for his friend. Feliks didn’t care what anyone said, a good slice of something sweet worked better as a pick-me-up than any spell or potion. There were few things that were quite that satisfying.

Feliks noticed as the kid became a bit fidgety again and wondered if the sugary desserts had something to do with it. He didn’t have the slightest inkling about the other’s worries for Feliks had gotten so used to thinking of Hogwarts as a home and his own personal business empire, that it was sometimes hard for him to remember how intimidating the place could be. Though the Pole had been quite the pathetic case when he’d first arrived. Nervous, shy thing that he had been, only able to come out of his shell once he’d gotten used to things and made a few friends. Discovering his talents had helped as well. He figured that was what this kid needed to do as well. Just find his niche and everything else would fall into place.

But now the Raivis kid was starting to look like he might be sick. Feliks guarded himself, tensed up and made ready to move should the boy hurl, but still managed to lean forward a bit out of concern. “Bro, you okay? You look a little-“ He was cut off by the sudden exclamation and jumped back, startled and confused. Raivis seemed to have been taken back by it himself and sank back into his chair.

“Ah….” Feliks didn’t quite know what to say. It had been a very weird outburst and just what made the kid think that his little friend was lost anyway? They’d just seen her carted off the common room with Clara and that girl had been around long enough to know Hogwarts like the back of her hand. Why would Angeli…what’shername be lost? He frowned as the boy pushed away from the table, sputtered something else, and took off. Feliks raised his eyebrows, watching Raivis go before sighing, swinging his legs around, and standing from the table to go after him. Last thing he needed was for his fellow Hufflepuffs to scold him for letting a first year get lost in the castle, probably not to be seen from again for a week. Plus it would kind of suck for the poor kid to have getting horribly lost mixed in with his memories of his first night at Hogwarts. The Pole set after him, thinking that Raivis moved fast for a little guy. Feliks caught up, panting a little as he watched the boy glancing up and down the hallways. “Geez, kid, if you were that freaked out you could have like, just asked me to take you to the common room to check on her. It’s not like it’s a big deal or anything. I know how to get into the kitchens so I can always get more dessert later.”

Toris had been listening idly to everyone from down the table, picking at his bread that he had brought and listening to the music playing in his head. He watched Dumbledore, pretending to listen, while the first years filed in. He smiled at some here and there before his eyes landed on the young blond Hufflepuff. His eyes followed him, watching him sit down near Feliks and them.

Toris quickly turned his head away, looking back at the Sorting Hat. Hufflepuff, Gryffindor, Ravenclaw, Slytherin.. The hat kept rattling off those words in random order. It was like this from year to year, each beginning always the same. Smiling to himself slightly, Toris tuned into Feliks' conversation. The blond boy was named Ravis? And there was a French sounding girl, too. The accent was quite distinct. 

The brunet turned his head to look at the food fight that the Gryffindor's had caused. He saw the young Slytherin slip, the white haired kid from Slytherin slip in mashed potatoes. This wouldn't have ended well, and he was right. Una was fuming, Arthur, the proffessors. He hid his face, tucking a stray strand of hair behind his ear, and hummed gently to himself. 

Soon, the food appeared, people dug in. He had tuned the others out as he ate, tuning back in when the French girl was led off by Clara. He looked after them before looking to the empty seats. Toris looked at Feliks briefly before his eyes flickered to Raivis, and then back to the seat. 

Chewing on his lip, Toris debated whether or not he should go over and sit next to his friend, Feliks, for once. Sure, he was good friends with the other but he never really spoke when he was with the Polish boy, he was always the one that listened. He decided against it, not wanting to intrude. They seemed to be having a.. Odd conversation, if you could call it that.  

Sati was busy chatting with her fellow Hufflepuffs during the sorting. It was always fun to watch the reactions of the ones being sorted, but this year she was more interested in finding out about potential Death eaters in the school. Surely no Hufflepuffs would be decieved by Voldemort's empty promises!

As she chatted, the food appeared and she scrutinized the options carefully. Looks like it would be salad again. She sighed, heaping it onto her plate along with varying fruits and vegetables. The westerners ate too much meat! If someone hunted them for food, their opinion would change quickly. She dejectedly poured dressing on her food. No matter how much time passed in england, she always yearned for the cuisine in India. Oh well, this was her last year. Maybe she could move back?

She placed a forkful of salad in her mouth and began to eat. She paused to see a young man rise from the table. She raised an eyebrow, half paying attention. "Is he ok?" she asked outloud.