Slytherin
7th Year
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Post by Kenna Kincade on Jun 8, 2016 15:07:10 GMT -5
Kenna sat under a tree near the black lake looking out into the water. She stared at the snow as it drifted so nicely onto the frozen lake. She thought it was absolutely beautiful, no matter how numb her fingers felt. She looked down at her journal, finishing her entry before leaning back on her hands for a few seconds. She watching the giant squid splash in the ice water. All she could do was smile, shivering a little before looking back down at her journal. Quickly drawing out the giant squid.
Once she was satisfied with her drawing, she got up heading back into the castle to escape the cold. She made her way quickly to the Great Hall as her stomach started to growl. But before she could make it there a handsome guy caught her eye, making her stop in her tracks. But once she heard her stomach growled again she was off making it into the Great Hall. She took her usual seat at the Slytherin table, piling food on her plate but before she could start to eat.
She turned to one of her fellow snakes. " Did you hear about the party tonight?" she whispered nudging the person next to her. Then someone bumped into her not only causing her to knock over her pumpkin juice but also causing some of her hair to land in her soup drenching it! " Geez, can you watch where your going!" she yelled. She stood up glaring at the person.
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Ravenclaw
Beater 3rd Year
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Post by Penny Lloyd on Jun 8, 2016 17:15:33 GMT -5
Lunchtime in the Great Hall was always a busy affair. Penny both loved and loathed it. Loved, because there was no better time to gather intelligence or simply make a scene, but loathed because crowds weren't always conductive to eating.
And lately, the quality of food the house elves were providing had fallen off. Penny didn't know if that was linked to the quality of their education declining, but she had her suspicions. So if you wanted to get a decent meal, you had to be quick about it. That was why she was shoving past everyone to get to the Ravenclaw table.
In almost all other aspects of Hogwarts life people had given up house rivalries long ago. Not that Ravenclaws were really part of that in the first place, from what Penny could make out. It was mostly a thing for Slytherins and Gryffindors, with the occasional condescending reference to Hufflepuffs being leftovers. But people liked intelligence, so a Ravenclaw could fit in almost everywhere. Except at a table not their own during a Hogwarts dinner.
And then some chick was yelling. Actually standing up, looking down on her and screaming about watching where she was going. Penny wanted to laugh. Not because this was funny, or even because the girl's previously perfect appearance was now ruined (even without knowing who she was, Penny could easily pick her out as that kind of girl). The laughter was just welling up and threatening to escape. But she clamped down and schooled her expression into one of pure apathy. Because, well.
"I was looking where I was going."
Such fun.
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