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Post by The Sorting Hat on Aug 1, 2006 9:23:44 GMT
End of Term Feast
The Great Hall was covered from head to foot in blue and black to celebrate the Ravenclaw victory of the House Cup. Professor Wigglyfish, as her last act of Headmistress, arrived at the open doors and gracefully made her way over to the Headteachers chair at the centre of the teacher's table. Remaining standing, the chatter began to die down as she gestured to begin her speech.
' Time really does fly, with one year already passed!' She began cheerfully whilst gazing around the room. 'I'm sure you are all eager to get started on your food, but I'm afraid you'll have to listen to me babble a bit first.' She added grinning, noticing the odd student holding their grumbling stomach.
' This has proven to be a very eventful year at Hogwarts, and thats just the understatement.' said the Headmistress with a note of amusement. 'I hope everyone has enjoyed their learning here and after a nice summer of doing absolutely nothing, are looking forward to returning.' She continued.
'As for the House Cup, I think we can all see who the winner is.' She commented, eyeing the excessive amount of blue banners. ' Though it still needs awarding.. so in fourth place is Slytherin with three hundred and fifty five points; in third place is Gryffindor with three hundred and eighty five points; in second place, and very close to winning, was Hufflepuff with eight hundred and fifteen points.. but our winning house this year is Ravenclaw! With eight hundred and forty five points! Congratulations!' She announced, presenting the cup to Professor Moncrieff.
 'Now, let the feast begin!' She clapped her hands twice, and food immediately filled all the tables of the room. The year was officially over.
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Post by Thom Moen on Aug 1, 2006 10:42:27 GMT
The moment the food appeared, Thom lunged forward and began to pile his plate with chips, chicken, Yorickshire puddings and lashings of gravy. He jabbed a variety onto his fork and shoved it in his mouth. His eyes watered as it began to burn, his tongue stinging. Without chewing, he swallowed the whole lot in one go, groaning at it painfully and slowly went down to cool in his stomach. "Bloody hell," he wheezed.
The chatter in the Great Hall had risen tremendously, and most of it seemed to be coming from the Ravenclaw table. He elbowed Girty. "Look at them - no wonder they won, there's billions of them. Like flamin' pigeons, I'm afraid to touch them..." he said.
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Post by Girty Hubbles on Aug 1, 2006 10:47:07 GMT
Girty looked up and laughed at Thom.
"Yeah no wonder they won." she echoed as she looked at the house cup.
"We were robbed! that should have been ours. We worked twice as hard for it." She sighed and reached for her glass.
(OOC: just like to say this is the characters complaining not us people. If you think about how sour they would be i just laugh at it really hehehe)
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Post by Thom Moen on Aug 1, 2006 10:54:29 GMT
Thom nodded slowly, nibbling on a piece of already cold chicken on the end of his fork. In truth Thom had never ever earned any points until the end of his seventh year, so he could not complain about their loss, but he still felt bitter...
"You know, I thought I was going to have to leave this year, go back home," he looked up at the enchanted ceiling, the melted wax candles glowing and flickering pleasantly above his head, the red evening sky just a little further up, radiant. "But I get to stay. I'm doing a potions apprenticeship with Professor Wigglyfish." he smiled. "We don't have to part!"
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Post by Girty Hubbles on Aug 1, 2006 10:58:03 GMT
Girty still looked over at the Ranvenclaw and watched them laugh and joke. She sighed trying to tell herself to get over it and looked at Thom.
"Well that is excellent news. We will have to give you the password so you can still come into the common room." she killed and stabbed a Potato with her fork.
"It would be fun doing potions with you to help."
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Post by Thom Moen on Aug 1, 2006 11:02:07 GMT
"Yeah, the common room..." Thom looked up sharply. "Does being an apprentice mean I'm not a proper student anymore? Do I not have to go to lessons?" he looked to the staff table, which was very far away as Girty and Thom were at the very far corner at the back of the hall. There was no way of shouting towards them to ask. "I better send Wigglyfish an owl over the summer." he said. "Speaking of which, what do you plan to do, Girt?"
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Post by Girty Hubbles on Aug 1, 2006 11:15:47 GMT
Girty smiled at Thom.
"Not much really. Grace may stay for a bit, i may visit her dad in....but no not much you?"
She broke off and drifted away looking at her food plate. She twisted her fork around in the middle of it and breathed out.
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Post by Thom Moen on Aug 1, 2006 12:38:07 GMT
Thom frowned at Girty's pause in her sentence. "Well... before the apprenticeship I was going to move out and work for myself. I wanted to go into the ministry," Thom laughed mentally to himself. He would have probably been kicked out once they caught him doing his various acts. "But now I've got six weeks of lesiure so..." he grinned. "I can do magic outside of school, I just remembered! So I think I'll be taking advantage of that. I was reading up on Harry Potter not long ago - about him and Ron Weasley and that flying Ford Anglia. I might make a flying motor..." he smiled. "Imagine a flying boat - or a tandem bike..." he looked at Girty. "Won't that be fun?"
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Post by Girty Hubbles on Aug 1, 2006 12:42:28 GMT
Girty looked up and smiled. She too had heard the stories too.
"That would be fun. When you mange it come and get me and we can fly around Britain. Heck the world" She joked. and looked back to her plate slowly picking up some carrot sticks and munched onit slowly.
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Post by Liesel Cliché on Aug 1, 2006 12:43:30 GMT
Blink. Blink. Blink.
"OH MY GOODNESS, I'M LATE FOR THE FEAST!" cried Miss Cliché, standing as still as stone as she eyed all the Hogwarts students.
Ha, you could always count on that girl to to be late for these sort of thing! Let's see what was the problem today? Ah, yes she overslep...again... from tireless running around the common room after her little Houdini like cat. Liesel, Liesel, Liesel, how much trouble can your cat get you in for goodness sakes?
The amber-eyed girl gave a sigh before trudging off to the Ravenclaw table a smile nonetheless on her face. Oh, it was just so exciting for her! It was always a wonderful thing when one's house! Blinking one again, the girl began skipping towards the table and her lopsided bun moved back and forth as her bangs and her long bangs slid across her face. ha, that girl sure did have alot of energy!
ooc;; Writers block =P
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Post by Thom Moen on Aug 1, 2006 12:49:13 GMT
"Yeah, imagine landing down Diagon Alley on a flying motor bike... the minstry would have a field day!" he laughed. "Although my exam results may not prove it, I know my stuff, so it shouldn't be too hard." he smiled wearily. "I don't have an owl... or a broom... how are we going to communicate, Girty?"
There was someone shouting loudly by the doors, and Thom looked over his shoulder quickly to see a Ravenclaw girl with a bun. She was looking very flustered. "Trust at least one of them to have to make an entrance. They're just trying to rub it in!" he moaned.
(( Hello =P ))
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Post by Girty Hubbles on Aug 1, 2006 12:58:28 GMT
Girty smiled at Thom.
"Oh i have met this Ravenclaw on may occasions. I'm surprised her cat is not her with her." she laughed and looked back at Thom. She smiled and him and looked at his messed up hair.
"Well you know i have the odd bit of money lying in my pocket." Girty then pulled out a small leather bag and threw it at Thom.
"That should be enough for you to buy a very nice owl."
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Post by Thom Moen on Aug 1, 2006 13:03:16 GMT
Thom gawped at the money. "Girty... no... that's a lot..." he mumbled, picking it up between his fore finger and thumb. "You know me - I always find a way of make money." he placed it back in her hand. "I'm really grateful, no one has ever like me enough to give me money before, but I'm too much of a cheat to take it with you knowing," he joked.
He glanced round the hall. "Can't see anybody we know yet... cept you and her." he bobbed his head at the Ravenclaw.
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Post by Girty Hubbles on Aug 1, 2006 13:10:46 GMT
Girty laughed and but the money back into her pocket.
"Fair enough then Thom say what you want." She smiled and looked at him trying to come up with a plan. Then it clicked. She once again went into her pocket pulled out a small notebook and a tiny pencil
"Can i have your house address then. So at least i can send you letters."
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Post by Thom Moen on Aug 1, 2006 13:21:24 GMT
Thom leaned forward. "Sure," he cleared his thoat. "Twenty-seven, Cellarhead Place, Egham, London..." he said slowly, letting her write it down. "Just send me an owl with yours when you fancy taking off. I should have it made pretty soon - the bike I mean."
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