Fandom Hogwarts: The Aftermath (In Character Roleplaying)

[A L M O S]

Bertrand Ryker (BLUE), 17 - 7th Year - Ravenclaw

Bertrand listened to her with half an ear as he wondered at when this fucking train was going to get to school. It had felt like a lifetime had passed already. He sighed. She muggle born like him, but from an entirely different lifestyle. She was introduced to magic in an entirely different way. Did she have a similar support structure? Was her magic encouraged? Wait... were? An orphan? Did her parents know she had been a witch? Curious. "If I were, to be honnête with you? It is not as glamorous as we might have you know. I love it more than anything, and I love my country, it's history, and it's culture... but alas my city is a city of the world, and every year millions of people walk through our streets, not to go to work, or add anything - but to consume. Consume all those things I hold dear. And since they bring money, much of my city has been changed... it has evolved into a feed bag, creating less - preferring to play a shovel with which to force an 'experience' into the throats of wide-eyed tourists."

He leaned back in his seat, his eyes glinting slightly behind his glasses. He was not normally this contemplative, but the drink seemed to make him very chatty, and very nostalgic. His voice remained matter of fact, but there was a slight sadness about it. "For the last few years, when I was not at school - I travelled often, only being home for de ma mère shows, or when père releases a book. Otherwise, I visited quite a few spaces. We avoided Britain... but I got to see Hong Kong, dim sum after tai chi in the morning, or wearing twenty-four-hour suits on a ferry during new years fireworks. Or wander about the ancient homes of Michelangelo, Dante and Da Vinci in Florence - or eating gelato while tossing coins over my shoulder into the Trevi. Rio is very beautiful as well... Did you know Christ the Redeemer, the statue - took nine years to make... originally it was going to have a ball in one hand and a cross in the other - the organisers called it 'Christ with a ball' until it was redesigned into the art deco styled, open-armed Jesus you see today." He casually spoke, his mind travelled first towards the east, casually moving west across Europe and then across the Atlantic towards South America, and Brazil. He loved to travel. But sometimes he missed quiet afternoons in the countryside far more than he would ever actually admit. He looked back at her.

"Traveling as a witch will be much easier than travelling as a muggle. There is an old pureblood custom that many other young witches and wizards have taken up - a world tour after they graduate. You should really consider it after you finish with Hogwarts." He made to reach for his drink again but stopped - shaking his head slightly. "What things interest you? Do you have any interesting hobbies?" He looked her over, trying but failing again to try and decipher what things she found interesting, beyond the cat.

INTERACTION : Geozaki - There you go.

 

[Emmi]

"I have a couple of friends if that is what you mean.... No that wasnt what you meant. One or two people but nothing serious." She said simply in a way that shows this was not a topic she was not a hundred percent comfortable with. She than listened curously at her story. "Well, his not lying. It may be a good sign... Could just be harmless flirting. I am not knowledgable about such things. I may pretty but the giant part tends to put people off for such things."

Eva nodded. "Ah, I see."

Victoria listened intently. "Well... I am not well versed in muggle "movie" to really comment though i do sing myself .. It has a nice beat i suppose... A little corny but most of magical music is Not sure i like the main lead, he seemt to sing to much from the throat. All do but his seems the worse. Female lead isnt bad..."

Eva beamed. "Oh, really? Yes, I see what you mean. And I agree," she smiles, putting her phone away. "So, what year are you? And house? I'm a blank slate, actually. Year one... and I don't don't know my house yet."

Interacting with: ThatGuyWithSouvlaki

(Hey, guys... er... my account went really weird so I made a new one... and uh my discord was having difficulties as well, so I deleted that and made a new one. Is it possible I can get a link? o3o)​

 

[ThatGuyWithSouvlaki]

Victoria could see Eva beam at her assessment of of the song, getting the feeling that she made the right call complimenting the female lead. Eva seemed a little vain but Victoria had to admit she seemed more pleasant to to talk to, showing at least some interest in her. "I am in my sixth year and I am a Hufflepuff, the yellow and black house with the badger as a house animal." She explained unsure of what Eva knew about the world. The fact that this was Eva's fist year was intriguing, Victoria hadn't seen anyone come to Hogwarts late in their schooling.

"Really, i never saw someone new in the school that wasn't in their actual first year and eleven." She pointed out." Well, you will be placed in a hould during the start of school feast, they have an interesting method the sort you which I wont spoil. What I can tell you is its based on traits you show: Bravery makes you Griffindor, Brains make you Ravenclaw, Ambitious and cunning, and in my opinion general evil, gets you into Slytherin. Hufflebuff are for the loyal and hard workers with space for those that don't fit anywhere else. Which sounds good to you?"

Emmi

 

[Geozaki]

Lilly hadn't been expecting the boy clad in blue to talk for as long as he did, but she welcomed it, her curiosity being quenched more than she'd expected, besides, the longer he spoke, the longer until she would have to build up the courage to speak herself. "Woah..." She said when the man finished talking, soaking up everything he'd just told her. She kinda envied him. He'd been so many places and met so many people, Lilly, on the other hand, had barely ever left Wales, the only times he had left Wales was to do trips to Kings Cross, but she never stayed around after, she and her parents would often just go straight back home. She was trying to wrack her brain for some way to reply to what she'd just been told when the man opposite her spoke again suggesting that she take a world tour after graduating. She liked the idea but wasn't sure she'd have the confidence, or... anything needed to pull it off, though there was a long wait between now and when she would graduate.

The man spoke again, this time his tone curious rather than informative.He simply asked what Lilly's hobbies and interests were, which should have been a simple enough question but it caused memories to surface that she didn't want to focus on right now. "I like drawing and writing stories..." She began, speaking slowly as if she were double checking everything she said before she said it. "Reading, and listening to music." Lilly's list ended on an odd note, as if she had more to say but suddenly decided to stop mid-sentence, which she had. She didn't want to delve into the past too much, although, there was one question playing on her mind, she just didn't know if she'd be able to build up the courage to ask it. "At least those are the muggle things I like... I haven't really done anything related to the wizarding world." She explained, trying to clarify why nothing she'd stated had been connected to magic in some way.

Lilly averted her eyes from the man for a moment before looking back at him. "What house are you in?" She asked curiously, it wasn't the question that was burning within her, but it was a step in the right direction. Her sister had explained the four houses to her and out of the four, the man struck her as a Ravenclaw, considering how knowledgeable he seemed. Then again, it could just be the amount of blue he was wearing. Lilly's nervous demeanour had seemingly almost completely dissipated by now

A L M O S - Why thank you, and there you go too

 

[FrazzledFox]

Barry Elliot Noble
Feeling: || Anxious/ Embarrassed || Location: Hogwarts Express/ Hogwarts Express Corridor || Interactions: Ms. Sparrow , Open || Mentions: Ms. Sparrow Flecker
"Hey stranger." Those casual words echoed in Barry's mind, bouncing around, spinning his thought spiral faster. It felt like it had been ages since anyone had casually addressed him in such a casual, friendly way. His own mouth twitched upwards in a small, half smile as he looked at his old friend, that familiar smirk still on her face. It was almost as if the war had never happened, he hadn't help find her, broken and bloody from torture... His smile would fade a bit, his exhaustion tinging his expression with sadness. "H-hey Alex. Long time no see huh?"He would give a half hearted chuckle. Giving a small shrug of his shoulders, he would shift his weight from his other foot "Mind if I, um, ride with you? I know that.. Michael? Michael is riding with you, and I don't want to be a bother, but riding alone isn't really. Its not great ya know? Barry's face would redden slightly as he cast his gaze down, his dark eyes looking at his old shoes.

 

[C.C.]

Clementine Young
Location: Prefect Carriage :: Mood: Calm and Content :: Interactions: KingHalliwell :: Mentions: NA
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Clementine gracefully made her way down the walkways of two more railway cars. She was heading towards the perfect carriage which was the first of the Hogwarts Express's five coaches. As Clementine continued to pace, she wondered who else had been chosen as house prefects. She slowed to a stop as she approached gangway between the second carriage and the first, but hesitated before advancing. Something had caught her eye. Clementine glanced through the open door of an adjacent compartment. Inside the room sat a lone child, possibly a first-year, with a look of dejection on his face as he gloomily gazed out the carriage window. Clem slowly reached a hand into her woolen jacket and wrapped her slender fingers around the smooth wood of a wand. With a subtle motion, she waved the rowan wand at the student. The Hufflepuff witch watched as the boy's tight frown slowly melted into a warm smile. The cheering charm had done its job; without further hesitation, she stepped into the prefect carriage followed closely another student she had only just noticed.

Unlike the rest of the coaches on the Hogwarts Express, the perfect carriage had far fewer compartments as there were only twenty-four prefects, so each cabin was more spacious. Clementine took a seat in one of the empty cabins but was immediately joined by another student. She studied the wizard as he took a seat next to her. Clementine recognized his face, as he had helped her master a charm or two during her fifth year. Connor looked up at her.

"So how do you feel about Death Eaters being allowed back at Hogwarts?" He asked, as he resigned his elbows on his knees and folded his hand tightly around his wand.

Clem took a second to contemplate the question. She was a person who liked to choose her words very carefully as she never knew who was listening. She looked down at Connor.

"I find it unsettling, however, I trust in Madam McGonagall's intuition. Despite our personal feeling on the matter, it is our duty as prefects to act as student role models."

 

[EmilyPower]

T I M E S K I P​

Ms. Sparrow Emi Nebulas

Daniel Lewis
Location: Great Hall/ Mood: Anxious

The great hall had been returned to its former glory shortly after the final battle. Magic had made it possible to fix the damages done to the castle during the final battle, and there was no greater example of this than the great hall. Daniel could still remember how the great hall had served as the duelling ground during the fight, and all the people who met their ends in said place. Now, the warmth of the floating candles enveloped the students in a welcoming embrace as they made their way to their tables. Black banners decorated the ceiling along with black tabletops and candles, in memorial to the fallen students and teachers of Hogwarts.

Daniel had been one of the last to enter, seeing as he'd stayed behind along with some of the other prefects to make sure everyone had gotten off the train and the first years hadn't gotten lost or fallen off the boats. With a bright smile on his face, he made his way to the Hufflepuff table. Noticing, for the first time, the pictures that had been placed across the table, each of them a photograph of the Hufflepuff students that died during the war. The students respectfully made sure to leave spaces in the seats where the photographs were placed, making it seem almost as if they were saving the seats for the fallen students themselves.

By the time Daniel had taken his seat, the sorting ceremony was about to begin. The doors opened to let the first years inside. A slightly smaller group of children than what the school was used to, which wasn't surprising. Mcgonagall, now Headmistress, warned the children about the dangers of the school before reassuring them that they would be safe as long as they followed all of the rules. Then, she presented the sorting hat, who said his few words and sang his new song before the children began being sorted. Daniel watched the ceremony with glee, always being a fan of the sorting process and remembering that fateful day when he'd been sorted into Hufflepuff. He clapped along with the other enthusiastic Hufflepuffs whenever a first year was sorted into their house and smiled when the other houses received new members. The outstanding amount of cheering from the other houses made for an incredibly awkward contrasts whenever someone was sorted into Slytherin. For whenever the Sorting Hat sent someone to the snake house, most of the other houses remained completely silent. Only the clapping from the Slytherin students could be heard, and even they didn't seem as enthusiastic as everyone else.

After all of the students were seated in their new houses, Headmistress McGonagall walked to the podium. Making most of the students who were talking immediately go silent and wait for their new Headmistress to speak.

"I have never been happier to announce the beginning of a new year in Hogwarts," McGonagall spoke, her commanding and strict voice resounding throughout the great hall, making Daniel wonder if she'd used an amplification spell to make her voice louder. "This castle has seen some of the darkest times our world has gone through. Death Eaters have tried to bring down this fortress brick by brick, but it has stood strong through it all and it will remain standing until the end of times. Tonight, we celebrate how fortunate we are to be here. How lucky we are that Voldemort was defeated, his followers jailed, and the castle harmed, but not destroyed. We also celebrate the legacy of the fallen students who gave their lives during the war. Engraved in the history of Hogwarts for the rest of eternity, and never forgotten. I propose a moment of peace, in their memory."

No one dared to speak afterwards. The great hall fell completely silent as people took their time to remember the friends they'd lost during the war. A tear escaped Daniel's eye as he saw the smiling photographs of his fellow Hufflepuffs, back then when they could live with no worries of the war. Life in Hogwarts would never be the same without them, everyone knew. But at least their memories would be with them forever, and no matter how hard the death eaters tried to erase them from the earth, their presence and legacy would never extinguish.

"Thank you. Now, I'm sure you've realised that certain Slytherins have joined us this year. Said students were known death eaters, I am aware of that. However, I've decided to let them return to the school to continue their education," this statement was met with protests from the other students, but the Headmistress imply raised her hand and the students began to quiet down. No one was stupid to go against the Headmistress, after all. "Your rage is understandable, but the Ministry of Magic has decided to give these students a second chance and therefore so have I. I have personally read the case of each and every single student and understand their motives behind joining Voldemort. Now that that issue has been settled, I'd like to announce the new professors that will be joining us for the rest of the year."

"Professor Green, who will be replacing me as your new Transfigurations teacher," shortly after this announcement, a tall, handsome man stood up from the Professor's table and gave a small vow before sitting down once again. "Professor Bradbury, who will be teaching Muggle Studies, and Professor King, your new Defence Against the Dark Arts Professor. Both will be replacing Alecto and Amycus Carrow, who I am sure you will be delighted to hear, were both too thick to escape from the aurors and will now be teaching dementors- or whatever Kingsley has decided to use for the new guards- for the rest of their lives." The students clapped when McGonagall mentioned the fate of their previous Professors, with no one sad of their departure after the torture they inflicted upon the students during the war. Professor King and Bradbury rose from their seats at the same time. King giving a small wave at the students and Bradbury simply giving them a stern look before sitting down once again.

"Now, without further ado, dig in," McGonagall said, before countless of plates filled with the best food Hogwarts could offer appeared before them ​

 

[Flecker]

Michael Rosen Harriott
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Location: Great Hall
Interaction: Open
Mood: Burnt

There's about a wall of text regarding rules and regulations for experimentations and tests on unconfirmed prototype magical objects, but he's not officially part of a research guild or any academic communities within the magical world. He has heard of the Order of Merlin, but Mike reckoned none of the old men would like a weapon or anything of that nature. But what he worked on in the train perhaps won't get immediate rejection, there's only one problem though. It didn't fully work, only.. partially, he's not getting that first, second or third class anytime soon. When the rest of the students already dropped off the train and headed towards the great hall, he's still getting his things. Once he's done he could be seen standing on the platform like a stick struck by lightning. One might wonder why is there a burnt to crisp student on the school grounds even before the year has started but Ravenclaws or at least some that know Mike personally are used to that singed smell in the evening, either an experiment gone wrong, potions mixture incorrectly measured or on occasion it comes from using his own body as a test subject. The young wizard walks like a drunk, he can't really get a proper footing from all the shocking electricity blasting him off accross the engine room smashing a couple of glass objects and fracturing some of his bones, but for some unexplained dumb luck it seems the train is able to make it to Hogwarts. Snapping his fingers he could see the already battered note with its self-writing quill flapping its way out from his singed pocket.

"Note to self.. wear a faraday-- actually probably a suit of armor, I'm willing to bet 10,000 galleons it'd work better than just unenchanted school robes"

Finished writing down what he just said the quill and its note slid itself back to the robes. The male shambled away finally reaching the massive doors standing between him and the great hall. He could feel a couple of eyes on him as he walked past some staffs and students. He'd only raise a thumb up.

"Miscalculation"

He pushed open the doors and just his luck he entered the room without hearing the long pre feast welcoming words, instead the room was already filled with plates, stacks of meat, sweets, some quite appetizing fresh fruits, vegetables and all the food that certainly could satisfy any palate. He didn't catch too much attention when entering since most people are busy chomping down on the feast, if he's been there listening to old Mcgonagall's speech he'd probably do the same as well. Mike rarely ate properly cooked food, he only consumed instant quick to make ones given by his mother. At those times he'd wish to himself he got adopted by a less intelligent or less busy parent. Mike didn't want to annoy the others with that weird singed smell and that ugly burnt face around them. He chose a pretty isolated spot cut off from the rest of the students and barely out of the Professor's or any staff's eyes. The wizard pulls what remains of his journal and started working on it in that small corner, one hand holding a quill and the other a fork.

"Uncontrollable burst probably produced by over than.. eleven gigajoules, maybe I should've used the dragon scale, it's still a magical mixture though so probably one blended with resistant manticore's hide.."

He continued mumbling away sometimes looking up at the enchanted ceiling pondering if it somehow managed to dabble slightly at an artificial weather spell.

 

[KingHalliwell]

Theo Marin
Location: Great Hall
Open for Interaction

Theo followed the rest of the students off the Train and towards the carriages that would be bringing them to the castle. He now noticed the Skeletal type horse that were stationed infront of the carriages. He looked around at the other students to see if any other students noticed them. Some had but many remained oblivious to them, even commenting on how they thought it was cool that there were carriages that pulled themselves. He climbed into an empty carriage waiting for it to fill so that they could get to the school. Many kids went to climb into the carriage before they noticed the Slytherin inhabitant and turned to find another carriage. He sighed and shook his head, this was going to be a long year. Theo almost screamed in relief when the carriage filled with students, even if they were fellow Slytherins and started towards the school. Through the trees he could see the newly restored presence of the Hogwarts Castle, seeming to be more impressive than when he was a first year. He couldn't wait to get inside and eat, he had been running behind and forgotten to eat lunch, and he was starting to hear his stomach make some grumbling sounds.

The Great Hall looked just as it had before the war, but much like the view of the castle, it had this awe that surrounded it. As he walked looking for a place to sit among the rapidly filling Slytherin table he noticed that the other tables had places set with the picture of the students who had fallen in the battle. He also notice that the Slytherin table had very few of those same place settings. When he did eventually take a seat he noticed that other student of his own house seemed to avoid the known Death Eater. He sighed again, 'Yup, its gonna be a long year' he thought his eyes glancing at some of the other Slytherins, spotting a few of his fellow death eaters in the crowd of students.

He stayed relatively silent as McGonagall made her way to the podium to make the opening speech before they would sort the student. Which was a quick endeavor as there was a much smaller group of first years then the past ew years. He spaced out waiting for the food to appear on the table, which it did but not after Headmistress McGonagall addressed the elephant in the room. The Death Eaters attending Hogwarts. Theo hated that all eyes turned to the few death eaters at the Slytherin table, and it made his blood boil that he was being put on the spot. Regardless if McGonagall was coming to the defense of the student. Once she finished her speech the food appeared and Theo began to dig in. ​

 

[aurnia]

*Let's just continue like there wasn't a conversation earlier yeah? Sorry for ghosting, my schedule's been NUTS*
Margaret Avery
Location: The Great Hall // Mood: disagreeable, sarcastic, dreading // Interactions: KingHalliwell (Theo)

Margaret didn't really pay attention to the sorting ceremony, seeing as most all the new students were sorted into Gryffindor and Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw. The few that were sorted into Slytherin were greeted with a rather jarring silence, and made their way to the sparsely populated table as quickly as they could with their heads down. She felt bad for the poor kids honestly- being a Slytherin was supposed to be something one should be proud of; not scared of, or ashamed of. Picking at a loose thread in the sleeve of her sweater absently as the headmistress spoke, Margaret did her best not to notice the burning glares the rest of the great hall sent her table's way when McGonagall brought up the 'certain Slytherins' that would be returning that year. She bristled a bit at the tone the headmistress used, as if she agreed with the students who wanted them kicked out underneath that stoic appearance of hers. When she was finished and the food appeared on the table before them, Margaret took a moment to actually look at the people surrounding her.

There was quite a space between she and most of the others at the Slytherin table- especially the first years- only being filled by another former death eater or two, though they still kept a wide berth. They all just wanted the year to go by easily, and she knew it- because she could sympathize. The closest to her was a face she knew, Theo Martin. He was a year ahead of her, but they'd had a conversation here and there in the past. Despite his asshole-ish facade, he was a decent person, and had helped her a time or two during previous years. Like most Slytherins, any kindness he would show was often confined to when they were gathered in the Slytherin common room, but it still was there.

"This should be one hell of a year, huh Martin," she started simply, picking a bit at her own plate. The venomous looks cast her way from all across the room were putting a bit of a damper on her appetite and her mood," Put on the spot almost immediately as the enemy on the first night back. I'm sure they'll leave us alone now."​

 

[merQUEUEtio]

Neil Orville Sayre// The Great Hall // Open for interaction // Mentions: A L M O S

Neil was quite glad to say that the rest of his train ride had been thoroughly uneventful. His deduction to the reasoning behind it was that he had made an awkward situation even more awkward. However, this was obvious enough, he had been in a room of Death Eaters whom he assumed did not want to discuss their personal stories of the war with him. Being understanding of this, Neil kept to himself and refused to discuss anything other than small talk.

When the Hogwarts Express reached its final destination, Neil politely excused himself and proceeded to the nearest carriage. Previous to the events of last year, Neil had never before been able to see the creature that pulled the carriage. The horse (if you could even call it that) With its leather-like skin disturbed him more than he expected. Before he boarded, Neil paraded to the front of the carriage alongside many other students in order to see the nightmarish creature. As he gazed into one of its milky eyes, he could tell that the beast was peering back at him.
The horse brought back unwanted memories. He saw flashes of his old life once more, only instead of a horrific nightmare, he was brought back to his house in the countryside. he saw his muggle foster parents, the horse he used to take care of, and then he saw their smiling faces. Neil blinked away the memories before he could feel the guilt take over and boarded the waiting carriage.

When Neil arrived in the great hall, he made his way straight to the Hufflepuff table. The lack of students became quite apparent as they filled only a portion of the great hall, it was no question that the Slytherin table was hurting the most as far as numbers went. Neil felt the slightest amount of anger because of this, he knew for a fact that many students who had been death eaters were pardoned to attend school.
'well the lot of them are cowards.' He thought angrily.
His internship with the Ministry of Magic had proved to be useful as far as information went.

Neil moved his glance from the Slytherin table to his own and frowned. The only true Hufflepuff quality he had left was loyalty and even that was skewed. Neil trudged to his table and sat facing the Ravenclaw table. He truly could care less about whatever McGonagall had to say, he could only guess that it would be as predictable as saying how sorry she was for their losses and address the Death Eater situation. He rested his head on his hand toyed with the fabric of his school robes, this year was either going to be unbelievably boring or extremely interesting. So far it seemed to be leaning towards unbelievably boring, and he was not satisfied with that. His gaze transferred once more, to a blue reflective surface that seemed to be coming from the Ravenclaw table.

Neil was dumbfounded when he saw a boy, about his age with blonde hair, wearing sunglasses indoors. But, it wasn't just the fact that he looked ridiculous in his mind, there was something off about him that made Neil somewhat nervous. Of course the thought that he was a Ravenclaw crossed his mind, however, there was something else. His presence maybe? Whatever it was Neil made a mental note not to talk to this kid for as long as he could avoid it.
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[A L M O S]

Bertrand Ryker (BLUE), 17 - 7th Year - Ravenclaw

Bertrand had been sitting in the 'Great Hall' for a few minutes now. The carriage ride had been somewhat exciting, while the rest of the experience had been rather underwhelming. Here there was no sign of the beautifully marbled halls of his former school. Here there were statues made in a terribly simplistic style, and paintings that tried so hard to capture its subjects - it somehow lacked any creative or innovative flair. Not to mention the ridiculous magical flairs the place seemed to be riddled with. Stairs that moved for almost no reasonable purpose? It was not even as if it served a space-saving function. IT was deliberately designed to be stupid. And the ceiling? He looked up at the roof. A few clouds and a starry night? Why? To entertain and shock first years? It's like the people who built and maintained the school desperately needed constant reminders that they were magical. Pathetic.

He looked over towards where Lily was sat. He had spoken to her for a bit more. Told her about the basics of the school - and about how she would be sorted - but after a while, he told her that he had become bored with the trip - taking his things and disapparating to Hogsmeade where he spent a few hours drinking tea and reading his books before disapparating once more to the station just as the train arrived. He had not seen her until she had been sorted. She would be fine - he was sure of it. He on the other hand immediately went to the Ravenclaw seating, ignoring the procession of young people moving towards the front of the hall. While that happened he ignored the rest of the table in lieu the briefing packet he had received on arrival - containing rules and expectations for his stay at the school.

Placing the document away, he noticed that everyone around him had begun eating. The foods seemed well prepared - but again, had that homey - almost rural aspect about it. Foods children thought of when asked about what to have for dinner. Taking a piece of chicken with a fork, he carefully carved away at it, noting that while the taste was nice, well seasoned and prepared - it was simple. Innofensive. Boring. He took his glass off the table and carefully spiked it with a few fingers of whiskey, raising the cup again - sipping it while picking up some of the fresh fruits and discarding the chicken.

While peeling a grape he looked around the room. Many people seemed to be talking, eating and generally trying to ignore the tense atmosphere radiating from a few individuals. He almost rolled his eyes at the situation. His glasses moved across then, keeping his eyes obscured. It was always wise to direct one's gaze lightly aside the person you were actually looking at while wearing sunglasses. It did not convey to them that you were actually dissecting them. It made them feel safe - which made their actions more authentic. Take the boy at the Hufflepuff table for example. He was looking about like a frightened rat - his eyes jumping between people from all over the area. While the others around him seemed nervous he seemed paranoid - his face carefully still, not reacting - which in effect gave him away among the expressive children around him. Curious. But most likely boring.

Bertrand looked over the rest of the students - before going back to his grapes - the handful he had picked up earlier now almost all shaved of their skins. When done, he took a pear, a few blueberries and some pomegranate seeds - settling for a fresh, impromptu salad - before slowly enjoying it with his whiskey. The rest of the Ravenclaws seemed busy trying to make the first years comfortable. That was fine he supposed... he would find someone to talk to later.

Mentioned - Geozaki ; merQUEUEtio
Ineracted - NONE - OPEN

 

[KingHalliwell]

Theo Marin
Location: Great Hall
Interaction: aurnia (Margaret Avery)

Theo glanced up at the girl, Margaret Avery, he had brief interaction with her in the past, even helped her complete some of her homework a few times, but he never had much of a relationship with her. He had seen her a couple of times during Death Eater related things. Theo swallowed the food in his mouth before turning to actually speak to her. As he opened his mouth he noticed some of the glances coming from the other tables and heard the whispers. His appetite almost immediately vanished.

“I hope this year goes by fast.” Theo said, taking a sip of his water, before glancing around again, “leave it to a former Gryffindor to paint targets on the back of Slytherins.” He said, pushing the food away the thought of eating making his stomach churn.

Theo got why everyone was giving them those looks, but he hated that none of them knew the truth behind why. For Theo he had only been a death eater to appease his parent, and death eaters. Now that they were dead he honestly was honestly thinking about changing everything about himself. Hatin who he had become because of them. ​

 

[merQUEUEtio]

Neil Orville Sayre // The Great Hall // EmilyPower // Mentions: A L M O S
Neil averted his eyes from the boy with blue glasses if he stared too long he might get caught looking at him which might've been awkward. He then reached over and began filling up his plate with whatever was around him, he wasn't exactly hungry but didn't want to draw attention by not eating. The fact was that Neil had not eaten in several days which had resulted in his sunken features. Every time he had eaten, the contents of his stomach unsettled themselves and nine out of ten times, ended up on the floor or in a nearby waste bin. Sometimes he wished he hadn't come out of the war because of all the physical pain he had endured since then, the mental strain, however, was bringing him down the most.

Neil picked up a fork and began picking at a drumstick uninterested. He looked around the Hufflepuff table with tired eyes and wondered how everyone could go from tense to joyful in a matter of minutes. The table that held the obnoxious black and yellow colours equally held the most obnoxious people according to his own opinion. Yet, he felt somewhat awkward being the only individual who wasn't socializing. Neil took a glance to his right and found no one of interest, then, a glance to his left only to be greeted by a silver badge.

Neil held his temper as he laid eyes on the wearer, Daniel Lewis.
Mud-Blood. He hissed to himself while plastering on his signature smile.
"Lewis!" He said cheerfully, "Can't believe I didn't see you there earlier, was your summer alright?" He asked truthfully uninterested.

Neil often wondered why it was he wasn't sorted into Slytherin, After all, he possessed one too many qualities of the snake house. On the other hand, he couldn't match himself to a single Hufflepuff quality that wasn't loyalty. He had been sour right to his housemate's face and felt no remorse, wasn't he supposed, to be honest? or at least kind?
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(Sorry that this is short but I wanted to get a post in.)