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Post by freya on Jan 2, 2007 18:20:27 GMT
It was the weekend and Freya, for the first time all year, had decided to get up and about in time for breakfast. Quickly pulling on the first clothes she could find and putting her hair into a makeshift ponytail, she left her dorm of sleeping sixth years.
There was only a few groups of people dotted around the Great Hall, and for once Freya could easily sit where she wanted. Sitting down near the middle the Ravenclaw table, she was only taking her second mouthful of toast when the morning owls came swooping in and a copy of The Daily Prophet was dropped in front of her.
She opened out the newspaper and rolled her eyes at press priority. Half the front page was filled with a picture of a smiling, posing witch who was mixed up with some controversy or other, whilst a story about a murder was squished right in the corner and only displayed a few lines before saying "turn to page 15". Freya shook her head, but slowly felt her annoyance drift away as she tried to draw a moustache on the headline witch who ran about screaming as she tried to dodge the quill. |
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Post by rileybabe on Jan 6, 2007 0:13:01 GMT
Andie stomped down towards the Great Hall in a very foul mood indeed. She had overslept, her hair was a mess, becuae she couldn't find her brush, and she had just recieved a letter from her oh so loving (insert sarcastic tone here) mother yet again. Of course her mom was always nagging her, but it was worse when she was in school! She stormed over to Ravenclaw table and pulled a plate of eggs towards her. After stabbing angrily at them for a few minutes, she pushed the plate away and sat there sulking. As she was sulking she noticed another girl reading a newspaper. Her curiosity getting the better of her she edged closer to the girl. "Whatcha readin?" she asked, trying not to sound rude.
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Post by freya on Jan 28, 2007 18:53:06 GMT
Freya slowly lifted her gaze away from the disgruntled witch in the photo (who now resembled a cross between Adolf Hitler and a clown) to turn to the Ravenclaw who had just arrived at the table.
'Me?' She repeated, the corner of her mouth lifting into an amused sort of grin. 'Ah, just the "daily trash"' Freya answered with the usual glint in her eye. She covered the picture of the witch with one of her elbows, deciding not to go into that just yet. The Ravenclaw finally took the arrival's features in, and noticed her slightly flushed cheeks as if she had just been feeling very cross. 'Are you alright, by the way?' Her eyebrows curved downward as a small look of concern crossed her face. |
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Post by wyrdsister on Feb 9, 2007 17:30:18 GMT
Holly always chose to ate alone, so getting up early for breakfast was part of her weekend routine. It unnerved her that she wasn't the first sitting at the Ravenclaw table. How was she supposed to deal with this? To sit at the opposite end of the table would seem rude, and although Holly didn't really feel like making conversation, she didn't like the idea of people thinking bad of her. The two girls were sixth years. They knew who she was. If she sat alone they'd probably start talking about her. Holly hated that feeling of being talked about, and the aversion of eyes, the mental twiddling of thumbs that came with this. Perhaps she should just leave. It wouldn't kill her, to not eat breakfast for one day...
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Post by extreme on Feb 18, 2007 9:19:37 GMT
Torin entered the Great Hall curiously, looking around. He wasn't one for breakfast, but as he had a tutoring session booked during lunch, he figured it'd be smart to eat before that took place. Walking over to the table, he noticed a girl cast off to the side, staring at table contemplatively.
With a bright smile, Torin nudged her. "Going to stand there all day?" He recognized her vaguely, having never spoken to her though she was in his house and year. Gesturing to a few free seats next to the already seated Ravenclaws, "Or do you feel like eating at all?" He teased.
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