Gryffindor Table

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Raimundo walked on the expanse of the great hall, looking around to see if anything changed. He won’t admit that he missed school since that would be a total Ravenclaw kind of thing. He missed his Quidditch, definitely. Transfiguration classes? Sure. But then again, not so much. You wouldn’t too if your mother would nag at you and make you go through something equivalent to military training just so you can get some edge on said class. Plus the chores she’d make you do to help you ‘hone your skills’ and ‘awaken the tiger within’. Well, ‘awaken the jaguar’ in his case. Damn. He swore his mom watched too much of those western karate movies. That’s what he gets for showing too much interest in the profession his ‘Iberian wolf’ of a mother had.

The Brazilian shook his head and sat down, reserving a seat for Andrea and her…special friend. Not that he minds that they were both women. As long as she made his prima happy, he doesn’t mind. The 5th year looked at the incoming first years. He grinned. They were so cute, especially the girls. He winked at one that looked at him and he swore he saw her blush and fidget in her place in line. The Gryffindor then shifted his attention somewhere else and chuckled. Yup, he still got it. He laid his head on the table and stared on at Dumbledore. It seemed that his speeches got longer and even more boring each year. His eyes threatened to shut any minute. Oh, what he’d give for a cup of coffee right now.

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It was one of Andrea’s favorite nights of the year. It didn’t matter that it was her seventh time- she loved the first night at Hogwarts and all the excitement bustling around her as much as she had way back when she was just a little first year, brand new and wide-eyed at everything around her. It had been such a big change from what she had been used to. The day she had received her acceptance letter had been the largest turning point of her life- the day she had finally known who she was, the day everything had started to make sense. She had come a long way from those days as a naïve little girl. Andrea was a young woman now, ready to finish the last year of her magical education and make her way into the world. It was thrilling but at the same time, Andrea felt a pang of sadness. She was going to miss this place so much. Hogwarts had become such an enormous part of her life now, and the thought of leaving it behind really depressed her. But now was no time to be worrying about stuff like that. She still had the full year ahead of her, and she was going to make the most of it.

“Aww! The little first years are here! Aren’t they cute? So small and scared…That was you not too long ago, Flaco! Actually, you still kinda look like one!”

She nudged her cousin, Raimundo, as she sat down in the seat he had saved for her. In truth, the boy was already a fifth year, so he was hardly new blood or anything close to the size he had been when he had first arrived as a tiny eleven-year-old, but Andrea just loved to tease him. Despite his current age, he was still rather skinny, thus earning him his special nickname. Andrea smirked and ruffled the boy’s hair as some of her fellow Gryffindors snickered. Her cousin was from Brazil, so he had lived very far from her back on their own continent. She hadn’t known him well before he had arrived at Hogwarts, but once she had discovered her relative was joining her here, she had quickly grown very fond of him. Now she had become something of Raimundo’s own personal self-proclaimed guardian, though she was sure sometimes the boy must have thought she lived only to torment him.

“Eat all your veggies tonight and maybe soon you’ll grow big enough not to get blown off your broom once Quidditch starts.”

She knew her cousin’s goal was to succeed her as team captain for Gryffindor, but she made a point of pushing him to work for it. Her other teammates were sitting in seats not far from her own, and Andrea was being so loud right now that she didn’t doubt that they had heard her. She smiled warmly at all of them. On the Quidditch field, she was tough as nails and rarely went easy on them, but out here, she tried to be everyone’s friend…Well, almost everyone.

Andrea glanced back at the Slytherin table and frowned. There were many faces there that she couldn’t say she was too happy to see. The Ecuadorian had a hard time letting go of her grudges, and she couldn’t forget the harassment a lot of the purebloods had put her through the first year. Now she was older and much more confident in herself, but there was always a part of her that remained wary of the tormentors of her past. She was so glad her younger cousin hadn’t been here to see that.

Turning her attention away from them, she found a much more worthy recipient. Her eyes locked on to the Hufflepuff table and began scouring the mass of heads for her favorite person. There! Andrea grinned at waved at her best friend, Mary. The two had been riding together on the train not long ago, but she felt like she had hardly had enough time to catch up with the Mexican witch before having to come here where they had been separated into their own houses’ tables. Andrea longed to be with her again, but she knew she’d just have to be patient. They’d be able to spend some time together son enough. As it was, Andrea had hardly stayed in her own common room during her free time the past few years. She gestured to the other girl to meet her later and then shifted her focus back to her own table. After all, she still had a lot of people to catch up with here too.

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[His eyes were drooping slowly, Dumbledore’s white beard was starting to get fuzzy. Damn, why does he always have to talk like…like…He can’t even think of something to compare to the old coot when it comes to putting him to sleep. ‘Was his beard always blond?’ He thought to himself. And now he was seeing things. That was just great. He was falling asleep, moments before his prima arrived. She was just as energetic as ever. He raised a hand and attempted a wave of sorts. He could’ve sworn she said something. But he could barely understand the words coming out of her mouth. He was then patted on the back and he heard her oh so familiar teasing voice. The Gryffindors nearby laughed.]

“Primaaaa…”
[He whined and attempted to put up an argument of sorts. Even if he wasn’t entirely sure what she was saying, he had a feeling it was about him. At least he was partly awake now. He had to give her that. The Brazilian yawned . It wasn’t enough though. He rested his head on his hand boredly looking at his comrades laughing and throwing stuff at each other. Andrea made a comment on his weight again. Oh boy did he have a story for her. It involved a young Brazilian hunk, a military mom and an exceedingly egotistical 7th year who claims to be his brother. But that was a tale for some other time, when said annoying brother threatened to pop up any minute.]

Instead he said, “Shouldn’t I be eating protein-filled food instead, prima? Maybe you should brush up on that topic, sim?” [He managed a little smirk and ruffled her hair.]

[ As her attention drifted from him to a certain Mexican over the Ravenclaw table, he shifted his gaze elsewhere, towards the Slytherin table. Sure they play pretty rough during the Quidditch games but who said they weren’t fun to tease? A perfect example? The snow-headed American over yonder. He was getting pretty sleepy too. At least he wasn’t the only one who found the old man boring. It’s not much comfort to know that the other person happens to be a Slytherin but it was okay nonetheless. After all, Patty was pretty different from the lot, kinda cute too. He grinned. Maybe he’d look cuter with condiments all over his hair? He smirked at the thought. But that would involve him walking there and squirting it on all over him. He frowned and thoughtfully tapped his fingers on the table. He couldn’t do anything with the Headmaster watching the students’ every move. Raimundo found himself plotting and surprisingly, wide awake. Funny how that boy manages to affect him somehow. He picked at an ice cube and thought of something. Making sure that Andrea was preoccupied, he sneakily tried to shoot an ice cube down the other’s robe. After 3 failed attempts and one upcoming Slytherin slipping on said ice cube later, he finally shot one inside the green robe. He controlled the attempt to yell, ‘GOAL’ and snickered to himself and waited.]

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Pat had been resting his head for maybe ten minutes at most before he an icey chill sliding down his back. The sudden coldness against his skin caused him to sit up straight as he surpressed a sqeual, and try to get the ice cube out of his robes.

Once he finally retrieved it, he looked around the Great Hall, totally ignoring the Head Master, and found the source of his discomfort. Raimundo. He glared at him, noticing the smirk on his face, and he stood. He walked over to him, making sure to flash a smile towards the teachers so they knew that he wasn't going to.. Attempt anything.. And sat down next to Raimundo.

"I think this belongs to you.." He murmured before shoving the half-melted ice cube down the front of the others robes. "Why do you enjoy causing me discomfort?" He asked, resting his cheek on the palm of his hand in a casual motion. "It's absolutely.. Annoying." He murmured, glaring at the Brazilian.

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He almost burst out laughing at the Slytherin’s reaction. Patricio never ceased to entertain him. He grinned contentedly to himself and turned back to his peers. Raimundo did not expect said white-haired teen to sit next to him and ‘return’ the ice cube he had thrown down his own shirt. He quickly got rid of it, exposing some of his tan skin in the process but quickly fixed it in fear of catching attention. He found the first year he flirted with staring at him out of odd curiosity. The Brazilian just flashed her a quick smile and a wave.

He turned his attention back to the American and smirked, “You have some nerve doing that in my turf, Slytherin.” He picked at an olive and looked at him from the corner of his eye. “Causing you discomfort? Annoying? Aww. Patty, don’t take it that way. It’s just Brazilian-Portuguese for ‘I missed you’~” He chuckled, patting the other rather harshly in the back. He took a quick glance at the teachers who thought it was just some young person kind of thing.“You do realize that more than half of these guys,” The Gryffindor gestured to the rest of his kind on the table “want to pummel you right now for your mere presence, right? Just a little warning.”

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Patricio's eyes moved towards the tan skin that was flashed, his throat going immediately dry and when he looked up, he followed Raimundo's line of sight and he started to pout, without knowing it ofcourse, and glare at the attention the other was giving the first year. He shook his head, moving the glare towards Raimundo for calling him 'Patty' and bit his lip so he wouldn't say anything he would regret.

"Then you must miss me all the time.. What? Do you have some weird, obsessive crush on me?" He sneered, looking around the table as Raimundo pointed out that they all did indeed want to 'pummel' him right then. "And I don't care about you idiots. Putting yournose into others people's business. But what can I say? You're all just a bunch of half-breeds anyway, never to be as good as any pureblood.." The words came out of his mouthbefore he could stop it. His eyes widened. Did he really just say that? He looked to Raimundo, standing up. "I-I have to go.. Sorry for the disturbance.." He murmured before walking off.

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Raimundo rolled his eyes. “Pfft. Just expect a Slytherin to be vain. And all the time? Please. I have an entire list of people I like teasing, much more interesting than you I might add. Besides the first years, you just happen to be one of my favorites, Patty.” He said the petname with his Brazilian accent just to add to the effect. The reply he got was rather unexpected though. It was a harsh and venomous statement aimed at his entire table. He found himself more surprised than angry. He unconsciously clenched his fist, rage filling him at that cocky Slytherin tone. The tan skinned teenager felt almost disappointed. He thought Patty would be different. But then again, what do you expect from a Pureblood?

His last statement did mean that the insults were not directed at him (for a change) but when you insult a Gryffindor, you disrespect the entire house. Nevertheless, he kept his cool and did not hit the American. Not in front of his prima, not when he’s so close to being captain. “Guys, guys…Just let him go.” He stated, trying to calm the others down. But he couldn’t help himself, “YEAH, YOU BETTER WALK SLYTHERIN.” He called on after the other 5th year. He wasn’t sure if he was going to regret that. Well, Patty did deserve it at the moment. And hopefully, he knew that. So much for keeping his calm. Thankfully, the whole place was too noisy so the teachers did not hear him. Somehow he wished Patty didn't either.

Subject: Re: Gryffindor Table Fri Apr 15, 2011 3:13 pm

The first day back at Hogwarts, and Gilbert couldn't shake the bad mood spending the summer with his Vater had left him in. Even if he'd spent most of it outside, or in the library, not that anyone needed to know that. In his mind, his fifth year at Hogwarts was probably going to be the most stressful. Which was an odd thought, considering he'd never thought anything beyond his third year. After all, who thought anything could be more stressful to coming to terms with various things you were raised to hate?

Gay?

Big no-no in his household.

Bad grades, insubordinate, loud-mouthed, back talker, slacker, and useless to the Dark Lord's cause, Gilbert was the scourge of his Vater's life. Just about the only thing he could have done to make his father hate him more, was to let the man find out he was secretly dating another boy.

If Gilbert weren't still coming to terms with it, and wasn't afraid of the general prejudice towards that kind of thing, he'd rub it in his father's face.

But he wasn't that stupid, so he kept his mouth shut, and did other things that he knew would tick the man off.

Like barely passing all but a few select classes from first year till this year. This year, just because his father had made a big show of 'Guess you'll never be able to do anything', Gilbert planned to ace each class, and every test. It would be hard, but hey, he'd get to show up his Vater, and then piss him off when next year his grades went back to being 'just passable'.

Needless to say, Gilbert was caught between a horribly sour mood, and a rather pleased one. His plans for the school year gave him a cocky sense of duty, but the fact that he would have to work so hard just to show up his dad, left him a bit more annoyed then he would be any other First Day Back At School.

His mood was not helped when the Slytherin crossed that invisible line that, Gilbert felt, should never, ever, be crossed. He was in the process of looking for something to put on his plate that was not meat based, when the Slytherin finally walked away, and feeling a bit mischievous, and aggressive, he stuck his hand in the mash potatoes, and picked up a squishy handful of it.

Seconds later, he'd thrown it straight at Raimundo's face, a shit eating grin on his face, even as he got ready to be hit by Hei, or Liz. It was worth it.

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Hei had been waiting in the great hall, his nose stuck in a book of fables as everyone else filed in around him. He'd kept his eyes roaming the hall for a familiar head of white hair, and when he finally did spot Gilbert strolling in like he owned the place, Hei went back to reading. As usual he got the odd look from Gilbert when he came in, but the other sat down next to him without any complaints, which was nice. Hei would admit, that he would have loved to have had some time alone with Gilbert on the train, to catch up and maybe to show a little affection when no one was watching, but that couldn't be avoided. They were together now, and Hei inched a little bit closer to show in his own way that he was happy to see Gilbert again, even though he didn't take his nose out of the book. Maybe Gilbert knew what he meant by that. Hei hoped he did. Not being able to show actual public affection was hard, but they'd dealt with it well enough. There would be time later to spend with one another.

As all of the first years started to file in, Hei set down the book and nonchalantly watched as Dumbledore ambled up to the podium and did his opening speech before the sorting ceremony. It was only as Dumbledore spoke that he noticed Jaramillo and her cousin. They seemed jovial enough, but as Jaramillo looked away Costa started giving googoo eyes to that Slytherin he so obviously fancied. Hei nudged Gil and inclined his head in their direction right as Costa started to toss ice cubes in the direction of his white-haired object of affection.

Hei frowned as a first year Slytherin slipped on one of Costa's ice cubes, and his frown deepened when the Slytherin – Patty, as Costa had lovingly named him, the American – wriggled in his seat as the ice cube hit its mark. Hei sighed. Really? They were fifth years now. This sort of trick was entirely juvenile.

Hei raised an eyebrow when said Patty wandered over to their table and took a seat. The kid had guts, he'd give him that, but it was still a horribly stupid thing to do. The two flirted for a while, and if he was more like Gil, Hei would have told them to get a room, or to save it for the pitch, because seriously these two had tension for one another that was almost irritating to watch.

As expected, the Slytherin pulled the pure-blood card – as all Slytherins usually do – and as expected Costa rose to the bait, cat calling 'Patty' as he stalked off. If Hei was the talking type, which he was not, he would have told Jaramillo to keep her cousin in order. But since he was not, he looked at Gil, rolled his eyes, and went back to his book. Only a few seconds after he had turned back did he realized just what Gilbert was about to do.

Hei was about to turn with the most fierce glare he could manage, but it was already too late. The mashed potatoes were flying already. God damnit, why the hell couldn’t he just have some God damned peace! He was actually looking forward to having everyone back, as usual summers were horribly boring. But it was just his luck that something inherently stupid, just like this, was unfolding right before his eyes. And Gilbert was the cause. Wonderful, abso-fucking-lutely wonderful.

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The tan skinned boy was feeling an odd mix of guilt and boredom. Why would he feel guilty? It’s not like that Slytherin kid wasn’t asking for it. Seriously, he should stop letting that guy affect him so much when clearly, there are matters which are far more important, like getting a girlfriend. So far, no girl has really caught his eye. None that can replace his ex back at South America. Oh great, now he was starting to get depressed. He was about to wallow in self-pity when he felt something mushy and weird on his face.

He wiped his face and looked. Mashed potato. He looked towards who had thrown it and saw a Prussian smiling from ear to ear. He smirked and ‘unconsciously’ flicked the viscous mess towards his prima. He was almost thankful for that little wakeup call but no good deed should go unrewarded. The Brazilian then took a classic dish, custard pie and threw it at Gil’s general direction. Sooner or later, one of his comrades is going to yell out the words, ‘FOOD FIGHT’ and they can say goodbye to clean robes and possibly prepare their greetings to the teacher in charge of detention.

Subject: Re: Gryffindor Table Sat Apr 16, 2011 11:23 am

It wasn't until he'd actually thrown the mash potatoes, that Gilbert realized maybe it hadn't been such a good idea in the first place. He had expected he'd get in trouble either way, after all, he was interrupting the Feast, and the sorting. And he knew he wasn't the only one that was always a bit irritable when it was the first night back, but it was far to late to worry about such things now.

The potatoes had hit their target, and there was a pie coming at his face. The only thing Gilbet could really do, was duck and hope that when all was said and done, Hei would forgive him, and hopefully wouldn't beat him up too badly.

The scars of battle.

The pie went by him, but just by inches. He retaliated by lifting a gravy boat and using it to splash the people on the other side of the table.

The grin never left, though he was more then aware of the anger coming off of his boyfriend in waves. That was going to be more trouble then anything the teachers did to him... He wondered how long it would take him to beg for forgiveness this time...

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Her cousin was definitely out of it tonight. Andrea frowned, looking at Raimundo’s tired face. It really wasn’t as much fun to tease him like this, but she couldn’t help but get some amusement out of his whining anyway.

“Poor little primo,” she cooed, but when the boy reached out to mess with her hair, Andrea made sure to give his hand a good smack for it. “Hands off!”

The Ecuadorian huffed and fixed her long, dark hair, tying it up neatly once again. Stupid cousin…Andrea chose to ignore him for a while, which was probably more of a reward than a punishment, but she didn’t care. The girl tried to see if she could catch one of her teammates’ eyes, but they were all busy chatting with other people, and in Cheng’s case, absorbed in a book. Andrea hadn’t expected much conversation out of him anyway. The Beater was usually pretty quiet.

It seemed she had turned her attention away from Raimundo for too long. The next moment, a Slytherin was on his feet and shoving an ice cube down her cousin’s robes- a move she knew was not unprovoked.

“Rai…” she began to growl, but she stopped herself, noticing who the Slytherin was and smirking in spite of herself. Oh, it’s “Patty.”

Andrea watched the exchange with mild amusement, coughing out something that sounded a bit like “UST” under her breath. Though it was funny at first, it happened that Patricio finally took the argument too far, and at his comment about half-bloods, something inside of her snapped. Of course…Only a Slytherin would have the nerve to say something like that in front of her. And to her own cousin of all people, the one she was the most protective of. The Ecuadorian’s hand twitched as she focused all of her willpower into staying in her seat and not causing a scene. The fork in front of her was the first casualty as Andrea lifted the utensil and clenched it tightly, bending the metal back. Come on, Andi, not in front of the team…Not this early in the year. But it wasn’t like she could sit there and just let it go. She had started a lot of physical fights in her younger years, but over time, she had switched mainly to duels, and by now, she knew a good amount of subtle spells that made very effective punishments.

Taking one quick glance at the professors, she saw that they were mostly preoccupied with Dumbledore’s speech and the fidgety first years (one of the poor things had taken a spill somehow). Leaning down a bit, she made a motion as if she was retrieving something from beneath the table and used the long sleeve of her robe to hide most of her wand as she muttered a spell under her breath and aimed in the American’s direction. There! “Patty” may be noticing a regression in his development in about an hour or so. If he was going to act like a child, he might as well sound like one.

Satisfied, Andrea turned back to her table, giving her cousin an affectionate pat on the shoulder, but before she could start her well-practiced lecture on maturity and why no one should take arrogant purebloods seriously, some mashed potatoes flew across the table and hit Raimundo right in the face. Andrea blinked and stared at her cousin’s new edible facial features before bursting out laughing. It looked like Beilschmidt had gotten bored.

“That’s a good look for you, primo!” Andrea jeered and leaned back expertly as the potatoes were flicked in her direction, letting them hit the person next to her instead. What she didn’t expect was the wave of gravy that splashed against her chest as her white-haired housemate responded to the pie Raimundo had retaliated with. Oh, he was so dead.

“But you know…” she started, voice low and dangerous.

Time to make use of the improved structure of her fork. With one quick slam of her fingers, the utensil balancing at the edge of her plate launched a soppy pile of spinach up into the air and catapulted it in Beilschmidt’s direction with expert aim. Well, she wasn’t a chaser for nothing…

“I think green is in this year!”

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God damnit. God fucking damnit.

As the food started flying, Hei closed his book and hid it under his robes. He at least didn't want it to get ruined. It was a library book, but it would be wrong of him to return it with food all over the cover. He should have just sat by Elizabeta. She was a charming woman with good conversational skills. And no annoying habits of always causing trouble for absolutely no reason what so ever. She had her quirks - granted, Hei kind of liked seeing men wear dresses too - but they were entirely forgivable. She didn't start random food fights where others were obviously going to get into trouble for things they Didn't do. Hei had enough demerits already, he didn't need another one for a food fight he wasn't even interested in being a part of!

It occurred to him that he really needed to rethink his choice on friends, and possibly burn the sorting hat. This was really the only way to deal with this situation in the long run. His current solution though? Pummel Gilbert into the ground. Just as Gilbert ducked from a flying pie, and splashed the other side of the table with gravy, Hei sprung into action. His fist roughly connected with Gilberts face and he watched with satisfaction as Gilbert went flying, now sprawled across the floor. Hei fought down a cocky grin, keeping his scowl in firm place.

Then a sloppy mess of something splashed all over his face and hair. It took Hei a few minutes to recognize that smell and to feel his stomach turn. That, was spinach! Disgusting, green, slimy SPINACH! Hei saw red at that point, and without really thinking about it grabbed a whole plate of red jello and flung it in the direction of who ever had thrown that. Only as he watched it fly all over the place did he realize that he had thrown it.

He turned to Gilbert, his face red and visibly fuming. If looks could kill, if looks could kill.....

Subject: NPC: Professor McGonagall Sat Apr 16, 2011 9:35 pm

"THAT'S ENOUGH!"

She glared furiously down the table, glaring daggers at each of them.

"To think that students from my house would start such a juvenile and asinine act! And during the sorting! I am ashamed of all of you! Even if you did not participate, you should have tried to put a stop to this! Look at the example you are setting for the first years!"

She pursed her lips, closely surveying the scene and weeding out the guilty parties. "Cheng, Beilschmidt, Da Costa, and Jaramillo! Detentions for all of you! You will be notified of when and where. And twenty five point each from Gryffindor! Now return to the common room, you four! I think you've had enough of the feast."

She glared once more at them all and turned on heel, heading back to the huddled first years.

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Patricio had decided to make his way back towards the Great Hall. He might as well take his punishment from the Head Girl, or Head Boy, for being late to the meeting in the first place.. And he also wanted to apologkze to the Gryffindor table- even if his pride would die because of it.

He pushed one of the doors open some, slipping through. Right when he walked in though, he was hit in the face with something gooey.. A food fight.. And it looked like it had just ended, too.

He took a finger and brought it to his face, wiping it across his cheek. 'Tastes like.. Custard..' He thought befote wiping off the remnants from his face. He groaned when he realized it was stuck in his hair and made his way back over to the Slytherin table. But something else unfortunate seemed to happen to him.

He slipped in the mashed potatoes. Not only that but he landed in it.

Swiveling his head around, he looked down at his robes. They were covered in mashed potatoes. He groaned again in frustration before standing up, almost slipping once more, and started to walk to the table.

Looking to the four that started to leave, he opened his mouth to say a quick apology to Raimundo- the real one would come later- but something horrid had happened to his voice. When he spoke he sounded.. Like.. Like..

A little kid.

His hand flew to his throat and he stood there in the middle of the aisle, gulping. What had happened? Who cursed him? He looked around, noticing people laughing, mostly ones from Slytherin and Gryffindor, and his face grew red in embarassment.

This year was going to suck.

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Andrea was in a mixed mood. On the one hand, the food fight had been horribly entertaining. It was sure to remain a permanent part of her Hogwarts history, a story that she could tell people over and over again. But at the same time, she wondered if it had really been worth the trouble she had gotten herself into. She could deal with the detention- it’s not like she had never gotten one before, and this was probably going to be her third time cleaning that nasty lake- but she had been dismissed from the opening banquet, and that, for her, was worse than any other punishment she could have been given. The opening ceremony. One of her favorite nights of the year. Her last one. It was over, and there would never be another one again. Had she not been in the presence of two of her teammates, she might have cried from how upset she was about it. As it was, though, she forced herself to push back her bitter feelings of disappointment and resentment and hid him under a slight pout that was later followed by a glare. Oh, she was going to let her housemates have it…

But first, she needed to get her anger under control. She had already made one mistake tonight; she didn’t want to risk doing or saying something that she’d regret later. She could tell Hei was angry too. Andrea had to admit, she had never expected her Beater to do something as juvenile and rebellious as her idiot cousin and that stupid Beilschmidt had done. Nevermind that it had been her that had hit him with the spinach (accidentally, of course). Andrea couldn’t help but stifle a laugh as she remembered the look on the Asian’s face as he had been donned with the greens. Oh that had been classic. But he hadn’t deserved it, and as amused as the captain was at what had happened to him, she also felt guilty that her retaliation to the albino’s gravy had found such an unfortunate target. Hopefully her teammate would forgive her eventually…They still had a Cup to win this year, after all.

As Andrea followed the other three out of the Great Hall, she noticed a certain someone make his glorious return to the room. Oh, “Patty” was back. The Latina tried to keep her face as neutral as possible as they passed him, but it strained under the smile that tried to pull itself free, and her insides tingled in anticipation as she waited for him to open that foul mouth of his. Sure enough, as soon as he did, a high-pitched squeak come out, and Andrea knew her curse had been successful. One small victory for the night, and one she hadn’t been sentenced detention for either. The girl basked in her secret triumph. It made her feel a little better about how the night had gone. At least there was one arrogant Slytherin who would spend the night slightly more humbled. See you later, Squeaker, she thought to herself with a smirk.

Subject: Re: Gryffindor Table Thu May 19, 2011 1:34 am

Elizabetha was running so late it wasn’t funny. Her Gryffindor tunic was still half in, the hem of her skirt up for more than a few centimetres and let’s not forget her hair... argh. She was a mess, but there was no time to care about that right now, she ran through the wooden doors of the great hall just as the desserts were being served and make her way to the table of her house. When she actually got there she froze in place, and blinked at the sight before her.

The table was chattering lively as always, but there was a huge chunk of it that was empty. She looked everywhere where her friends were supposed to be waiting for her but found no one. God Damn it! What had they done this time? Gilbert and Hei were about to hear a few words from her... she was going to hit them so hard with her Quidditch bat that they wouldn’t even have time to say goodbye to each other. She was thinking of the perfect place to hit Gilbert’s head when her stomach growled... she could do with some food even if it was only dessert.

She reached for the pumpkin pie at the edge of the table and cut a big slice without reservations, noticing the custard tart beside it she took a big piece of that too. She was done in less than ten minutes and already serving jelly, some trifle and apple pie to her plate. She tasted each of them carefully, taking her time with each spoonful and rolling it deliciously around her mouth. This was heaven, pure heaven. Now if they could add some Esterhazy... mmm or some Somloi Galuska. Damn, that was the worst part of being away from home; she couldn’t have her mom’s glorious Hungarian cooking and desserts.

When she finished the last piece of apple pie and her plate was clean again, she reached for a napkin and for the first time caught side of the small girl with pigtails sitting right in the other side of the table alone. Eliza guessed she was one of the new first years and wondered if she had looked that small five years ago.

She smiled at her and reached for the trifle again, putting some on a clean plate and offering it to the girl.

“Would you like some? They are very good” She took one for herself and put it inside her mouth, not caring if her words sounded muffled now, “I’m Elizabetha by the way, fifth year. Are you new here? What’s your name?”

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Becoming a Gryffindor had seemed like so much fun after the ruckus they had caused earlier. But now it was decidedly less fun since so many of them were gone now and Eva found herself sitting at a rather open table. The warm greetings she had received upon arriving at the table had died away as the sorting continued and the meal itself became a distraction.

She examined the food before her distrustfully. Ever since arriving in the UK, she had been habitually disappointed by the food. It wasn’t even that there were things like blood and kidneys presented; she’d eaten stranger than that back home. It was just that British food was so unforgivably bland. They didn’t seem to use anything spicier than black pepper and there was not even any tobasco sauce to help dress things up. She would have to write a letter to her parents the first thing in the morning in a desperate plea for them to find her something to help make this food edible.

She sighed and settled on some chicken, squeezing a lemon wedge over it herself to give it some more taste. She put butter over her potatoes and pepper over her vegetables and was able to bring some semblance of the taste she was used to to the meal. It was still rather lonely though. Everyone had friends to talk to already and Eva was so far the only first year among the Gryffindors. She didn’t let her feelings of being put out show on her face though. She quietly eavesdropped on the conversations around her just to get a sense of who was who and what was going on at this school while she ate.

Sometime into the feast, another joined the table. An older girl who was pretty despite her disheveled appearance, looking as if she had just rushed here. Eva wondered if maybe the girl had fallen asleep on the train or else had headed off somewhere before the feast and gotten held up. She blinked curiously at the new arrival, watching with slight amazement at the way she delved practically headfirst into the desserts (which even Eva had to admit were not too bad). Upon realizing she had been staring, Eva promptly looked back down at her food, scolding herself. It was bad enough that half of the table was gone, she didn’t need to be making strange impressions upon those that were here.

But it seemed she had gotten the other’s attention anyway. When the girl had spoken, Eva hadn’t even been sure it was to her until she saw the plate being offered to her. She blinked at it and then at the girl across from her. Elizabetha. Eva made a mental note of the name, half wondering if she had misheard “Elizabeth” since the other girl was speaking with her mouth full of trifle. She accepted the plate with a gracious smile and a nod. “Thanks. Yes, I’m new here. To the school, to the country.” She gave a wave of her hand to indicate that it was a long story. “My name is Eva. Nice to meet you!” She beamed, happy to have someone to talk to. “Gryffindor seems like a good house to be in. Not stuffy or uptight, at least.” She gestured to the empty spots at the table and the spilled food that was still littered about. “Getting detention on the first day is pretty cruddy, but it was fun to watch at least. Hope they aren’t in too much trouble.”

Subject: Re: Gryffindor Table Mon Jun 27, 2011 12:56 am

Alfred had narrowly avoided getting covered in food himself. If it had been any other night, he probably would have jumped right into the food fight. As a prefect, that wasn't acceptable, but it was more interesting then sitting around watching the new kids get sorted. However, year, he came back to Hogwarts with a bag full of new comics, one's he'd purposefully avoided reading all summer, so he'd have something to read during his free time here at Hogwarts.

While he picked at his food lazily, already missing his mom's homecooking, and craving a cheeseburger, he was half way through a The Hulk comic. Head bent down, glasses just barely staying on his face. He'd glanced up when the food fight had started, but had seen Professor McGonagall making her way over, so he'd just ducked down further, protecting his precious comic from any food that might splatter in his direction.

After the other's had left, he relaxed a bit, but still didn't look up. He'd cleaned his plate, and didn't look up again until he'd finished the comic. Feeling a bit depressed that it had ended, he tucked the book into his pocket, and took note that there was dessert.

British dessert had nothing on American dessert, but even if the apple pie wasn't as good, it was still apple pie, and at least had the same idea. So he took a big piece, and started to eat.

He noticed the new girl, a first year, who seemed to have caught Elizabetha's eye. He gave the girl a once over, and grinned when he heard her voice. Her accent definitely put her from somewhere in the States, down south, maybe. He listened to her talk for a moment, then cut in before Elizabetha could, “That's not that unusual. When we were first years, Hei and Gil, the Asian kid and the Albino, ended up brawling on the floor in the middle of the feast.”

He extended his hand to shake hers, “I'm Alfred F. Jones, a prefect. Welcome to Hogwarts, where're you from?”

[Hope you two don't mind my cutting in? ^^;]

Subject: Re: Gryffindor Table Sat Jul 02, 2011 7:15 pm

She was about to answer all of Eva’s questions and shake her hand when a cheerful male voice interrupted her. Turning around to look at the newcomer her smile grew a bit more and she welcomed the small interruption. She knew Alfred, he was on her year, always buried with his nose in muggle comic books and going on and on about movies. It was pretty strange Elizabetha had to admit, even for her. Being raised by both a witch and a muggle, she knew of the necessity of mixing both worlds sometimes. But Alfred was the extreme case; it seemed as if the American wanted to erase every bit of magical blood in his veins. It was rare seeing him smiling like right now and actually mean it, but it was even rarer to see him socialize so openly with other people.

She wasn’t even annoyed by the cut in, instead took it as a sign that she should make her way to the Common Room already, after all she was sure Alfred would be able to answer any questions Eva may have. She watched with interest for a bit, occasionally just filling her mouth with more trifle and sending a few looks to Eva that hopefully said ‘Go on, he is a good guy, you should talk to him’. When her plate was clean, she stood up slowly and circled the table, putting a hand on Eva’s shoulder and leaned forward, close to her ear.

“Welcome to Gryffindor, it was very nice meeting you, I hope to see you around and have fun with the prefect” She winked and gave Alfred a sweet understanding smile before making her way out of the Hall and to the moving stairs that would take her to the Fat Lady’s portrait. She was really tired, and her hair needed a well-deserved shower and a long brush. Mmm maybe she could convince Hei to brush it for her, after he and Gilbert had their asses kicked of course.

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She blinked at the older boy who had been sitting nearby, taken by surprise by his sudden decision to enter into the conversation. He had been so quiet throughout everything so far, eyes downcast as he read something, that Eva had not really paid that much attention to his presence. Once she had recovered, she beamed to hear his distinctly American voice. So she wasn’t so alone here after all. Eagerly she stuck her hand out to shake his, unable to help but notice that he was rather handsome… She glanced back at Elizabetha, who seemed to be signaling her to press on with this new boy. She gave a slight smile towards the older girl and gave her countryman her full attention

She racked her brain for something clever to say in response, but only “That must have been a sight,” came from her and she blushed slightly at how lame that must have sounded. “I bet their fights get even more interesting now that they both probably know a lot more magic, right?” she added to try to recover.

She committed the name “Alfred” to mind, though she didn’t really understand what a prefect was and was too embarrassed to ask, figuring it would be clear later on if she just paid attention. She willed the blush from her cheeks and replied in a clear, steady voice. “I’m from New Orleans. I just moved here not all that long ago with my family. I’m Eva and it’s real nice to meet you, Alfred.” She smiled in what she hoped was a friendly matter and not a weird, trying too hard manner.

She felt the older girls hand on her shoulder suddenly and heard her voice in her ear. Was she leaving already? But she just got here… Eva turned in time to catch the wink and see Elizabetha walking away. She frowned a bit, feeling slightly nervous to be, for all intents and purposes, alone with the older boy, since no one else seemed to be paying much attention to them. She tried to erase the nervousness with a smile as she turned back to face Alfred.

“So, ah…. What part of the States are you from?” she asked, hoping to sound casually curious.

Subject: Re: Gryffindor Table Tue Aug 30, 2011 9:31 pm

Alfred shook the girl's hand, and kept his bright smile. There was something really nice about knowing there was someone else from his country in his house. Even if there were a few years between them, he had a feeling he'd like getting to know her. “Oh yeah, they get down right vicious sometimes! Though, luckily, it's usually during the day- sharing a room with the two of them gets hard.”

He didn't notice the blush on Eva's face, just took her words and responded easily, “You moved to the UK? I'm only here during the school year, even on Winter break I go back State-side. England's not really my style.”

He watched Elisabetha lean down to talk to the girl, but he couldn't hear what she said, just the mumble of whispered words. He tried to smile back, a little thrown by her's. Alfred was very proud of his house, but he was rather awkward around his housemates, he wanted so badly to be a muggle- just a muggle, that he tended to alienate his housemates, and he knew it. Tried very hard not to do it, but it was just hard for him to be excited by things that had to do with magic, or to quell his excitement for things that came from the world he'd grown up in. He missed it so much, he often couldn't understand how all the muggleborns and half-bloods could just seem to forget it when they came here.

He watched Elizabetha leave, locking his eyes on Eva when the older girl was out of sight. As a Prefect he would have to lead all of the First years up to the common room, so it wasn't a very big deal. He grinned at her, “I'm from Virginia, around Richmond, but not in the city, just close by. You said New Orleans, right? I have family there, on my dad's side, but I've never been.”

He waited a second, then moved on to another subject, “There are a lot of Vampires, right? Or, at least, you always hear about them in Louisiana.”

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Sedgewick was sitting bored, tired, and rather apathetic looking at the long table of people. Picking up a piece of bread he munched at it slowly. There was a conversation going on near by between Alfred, and this other girl name Elizabetha. The red head was judging whether or not he wished to get involved with it, after all he was feeling social today. Not that he never felt social any other day really but, most of the time he was too bothered by other things, like family, to really have the energy to spend on other people. Turning around some he glanced over at the Slytherin table. Yep, Arthur and Una were over there at their usual spots that they always sat in. Sedgewick did not care that he was in Gryffindor; it suited him quite well actually. What he did care about was the strain he knew it put on himself and Una. There was then having to deal with the scathing commentary of Arthur, and the most fun of it all; not getting letters home from mom and pops. They were a bunch of useless bastards anyway as far as he was concerned. The moment word got home that he had been chosen for Gryffindor, those two old bastards acted like it was his falt entirely. Oh yes, like he had control over the decision of the damn hat. His goal in life was to embarrass the family just one member at a time.

That was hardly the case but, you try to tell two stuck up wizards that. The Kirkland family was proud of it's pure blood heritage, of being in Slytherin. Sedgewick could give a fuck about pure blood, and being a Slytherin was really not that important. Once they exited school, worked in the real world, and got real friends did your house really matter? No, he took note that most sane adults just really did not care either way about it. Finally, he decided to move into the conversation with Alfred and that girl from Louisiana.
"New Orleans supposedly is crawling with all sorts of creatures. Stuff that must've been brought by settlers right?" He inquired glancing between the two.

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