(G.Hall) Not Tired At All

[Ian Gray]

Ian walked into the Great Hall rather pathetically, eyes nearly shut entirely closed. Though the end of term was steadily approaching, he had not been able to worm his way out of patrolling the Astronomy Tower the previous night and had gotten into a mess that consisted of a very embarrassed Gryffindor couple, a second year Slytherin brat and the ever vivacious spirit of Marcel.

Of course, the matter hadn't been settled until the night was almost over, leaving Ian quite sleep-deprived.

With a dramatic yawn, he hauled the oak doors open and dragged his feet across the floor. Finally reaching his table, he threw his book-bag onto the smooth surface (knocking over a pitcher of Pumpkin juice which spread quickly onto the plate of sausages) and let his head fall into the crook of his arms.

It was unfortunate for Ian, that the table he was currently drooling on was not that of Gryffindor, but instead of Ravenclaw. And, the object beneath his head was not actually a poorly made pillow, but someone's very elaborate Charms Essay.

Of course, being asleep, Ian was blissfully unaware of it all.

[Erys Grace]

Erys had been waiting for that blasted hat to place her in Slytherin-- any other house would put her in serious trouble with her father and his strict "no child of mine" rule about being in anything but the greatest clan of all time. Perhaps clan wasn't the greatest way to put it, but she really detested using the same word over and over. Daddy dearest might actually Avada Kedavra her butt if she landed in Ravenclaw, Hufflepuff, or especially Gryffindor. It didn't matter really, his persistance, because Erys couldn't think of a better house to place herself in. Slytherin ruled! The Sorting Hat based its decisions on the wearer's choice, which couldn't have made her more relieved. This issue had been among her last thoughts before Erys had nodded off.

The teenager had fallen asleep in the Great Hall with her chair propped up against a wall, aware of the consequences if she fell over but completely certain it wouldn't happen to her. Erys was an incredibly lucky person, so.. Yeah. Startled at the sound of the beverage clattering against the wooden table, she cried out groggily, tipping over and falling flat on the floor. Sure she was a lucky person, just not in her sleep. "Aw, man.." Erys mumbled, rubbing her bruised head and dusting off her dark jeans. No school uniform for her until sorting, had been her first vow before arriving at Hogwarts. So here she was, slopped over her chair onto the floor, tugging at the sleeves of her cream sweater while wondering what the hell that noise was. Blinking rapidly to adjust her eyes, Erys peered out, gathering that somebody had fallen asleep and spilt something. Pinpointing the poor pitcher of Pumpkin Juice, and the felon who hit it, she stood up, staggering slightly and cursing her sleeping legs. Ignoring the fuzzy feeling of needles pricking her feet, Erys managed to make her way over to him, gripping the table's edge for support until every body part woke up.

"Hey. You." Erys mumbled, not really realising which house he was in, "Wake up. You're making a mess." She added, after noticing the Essay stuffed underneath his drooly mouth. Hah! At least it wasn't hers. Who was this dude, anyway? He seemed as tired as she was. Which, now that she mentioned it, probably made her seem baggy-eyed and pale. Ah, well.
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[Veata Bane]

Veata strolled into the Great Hall with her slender arms wrapped around her books, clung close to her plain black robes, which she had decided to wear until she was finally sorted into a house. Which she hoped dearly was Slytherin, because the other houses, veiwed in Veata's cold eyes, were completely worthless. That Hufflepuff gang especially. The group seemed to have nothing in common despite the fact that they all didn't have the smarts, brawn, or drive to be place anywhere else. Sad, really, just a big group of failures sorted into one idiotic house.

Rolling her gray eyes at the thought, she noticed two seemingly sleepy students. Pursing her lips, she slammed her books loudly onto the Slytherin table, causing loose parchment to fly away in fear.

"So I see we've gone back to preschool, have we?" She spat, her voice thick with disgust. "Well nap time's over, you two. Time to wake up and smell the pumpkin juice."

Folding her thin arms over her breasts, she took up a defiant stance, waiting for her words to be turned into an action. She shook her head the tiniest bit, her crimson hair scattering over her shoulders. Her catlike eyes were narrowed to angry slits as she watched, judging.
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[Erys Grace]

Momentarily distracted by the loud bang, Erys released the table, standing steady. Who pissed in your cereal? She thought, annoyed at the prospect of yet another snotnosed student who thought they were better than the rest. Neutralizing her expression, Erys narrowed her eyes- tt was hard to tell this redheaded girl's intentions, if something other than trying to wake them up. Stepping away from the drooler, who by now she deemed Gryffindor, she stared back evenly at the angry chick. Whos books happened to be at the Slytherin table. "Im awake now." She replied, her voice containing no more of its drowsiness, "You waiting to be sorted into Slytherin?" Erys guessed, resting her hands casually in her pockets. Unlike her, she had changed into their school attire. Robes. They belonged on priests, not on students. The uniform policy at this place sucked.

Climbing over the Ravenclaw table instead of taking the long way around, she approached the redheaded girl, only slightly distracted by the intensity of the crimson. "Im Erys. Slytherin is the only house decent enough for me." It was true that Slytherin kicked the pants off the other houses, even though she wasn't against befriending people in them.

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[Veata Bane]

Veata eyed the girl before her, cat eyes narrowed in thought. She let the silence between them drag into awkwardness, weighing the pros and cons of even continuing to aknowledge her presence. The girl seemed set on her decision of going into Slytherin, which wasn't all together bad, but Veata didn't know if she liked the girl enough to deem her worthy of being in that godly house. Finally, with cold acceptance, Veata stuck out a firm, strong hand to shake with Erys.

"Veata Bane," she said, still wary. She didn't bother to say Erys was right about her waiting to be sorted, the girl didn't need assurance, she already knew, obviously. And by the look of her, she was waiting for the same thing.

Veata said no more, instead lowering her body gracefully into a sitting position at the Slytherin table. She picked up scattered sheets of her homework with thin fingers, tapping them against the flat surface to align them, then slipped them into a small folder. None of her actions invited any further conversation, but she made sure they didn't relay the message that the girl didn't talk at all. It made it uncomfortable for Erys, and enjoyable for herself.[/color]

[Ian Gray]

Ian had been drifting off quite happily when there was a sudden noise right next to his ears. He thought he heard someone mention the smell of pumpkin juice, and after a moment he actually could smell it.

With a groggy frown, he blinked open his eyes and found the pitcher that had been knocked over earlier sending a stream of liquid right under his nose. Yelping in surprise, he jumped off the bench - landing quite graciously on the ground in a heap - sending the essay papers in a fury all around him.

A few sticky pages landed in front of a pair of formidable looking girls, and Ian made a face... girls were frightening even when they weren't sending each other cold looks. Then, noticing neither were sorted, he decided to use some of his Gryffindor courage to approach them.

Gathering a few stained pages into his hand, he stacked them in a messy pile and handed it to the nearest, who he had heard just barely was named Veata. Then, smiling a bit impishly, he stuck out a sticky hand, his pinky and ring finger glued together.

"Ian Gray."

[Erys Grace]

Erys reached out her hand to shake Veata's, matching it for strength and firmness. Not too many girls around here possessed a grip like that, she had noticed. Apparently not too elegant to sit on a table, Erys hoisted herself up, keeping her feet on a chair instead of letting them dangle. At more noise, a yelp this time, her eyes flew over to notice the Gryffindor boy waking up and spilling everything. Why was he handing the papers to Veata, anyway? She had all her homework neatly stacked inside the folder, or else it would have gotten sticky like everything else Ian Gray touched. Figuring herself just calm enough to be civil, Erys slowly stretched out her hand, shaking it strongly. After letting go she wiped her palms on her jeans, noticing that her fingers stuck together for a bit. Ugh. Whatever. Erys thought to herself, instead glancing at Veata to see how she would respond. She hadn't been sorted yet, and there was a slight chance she could end up in any of the houses, less likely Hufflepuff or Gryffindor, but Ravenclaw. However her mind was set on Slytherin and the Sorting Hat based on choice, thankfully.

"Rough day?" Erys guessed, questioning him as to why he was sleeping in the Great Hall at this time of night. Dawn was steadily approaching, and he had made such a mess for the janitor to clean up. Janitor. What did they call their maid, custodian person, anyway? Rolling her shoulders back to remove at least some of the stiffness, Erys stole a look at the window, content to find the moon still hanging there.

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[Veata Bane]

Veata smiled at the boy, Ian he said his name was, and after setting aside the sticky papers using a forefinger and thumb, she grasped his hand with the same strength she had Erys'.

"Good to meet you, Ian," she said in the most friendly voice she could manage, a little pissy that her fingers were now sticky because of him. But nothing a little water wouldn't fix later, right?

V shifted in her seat a little, pale cheeks heating slightly. Well, she hadn't seen all the boys in Slytherin yet, but it seemed to her a rather cute one happened to be in Gryffindor. Not that she had anything against Gyffindors, that house was often second best to Slytherin. Rather good competition for the House Cup, in her eyes. Why not get to know the competition a little better?[/color]

[Ian Gray]

Ian grinned sheepishly, wiping his hand on his robes out of habit. "Rough? You could say that." He sat on the bench next to Veata, and reached for a plate of sausages. "But really, I'm more hungry than tired." Stabbing one onto his fork with a needless amount of strength, he waved it at Erys in offering.

Most tables were empty, with only a stray few students and Ian relaxed, stretching out his limbs. It was only then he realised that he was seated at the Slytherin table, rather than the Hufflepff as he first thought, but the girls seemed pleasant enough.

"Your handshakes are really firm. I almost felt like I was making an important business deal," he said with a crooked smile, pouring out two glasses of pumpkin juice and sliding one to Veata.

His aim was a little off, but good enough. He smiled smugly, before straightening out the lone papers in his hands. Noticing the orange smuges, he winced. "Hope these weren't important."

[Erys Grace]

Erys slid the sausage off his spoon, smiling slowly. "Thanks." If only he knew how mean I could be. She thought to herself, the twinge of happiness dulling. He wouldn't be so nice. So long as her secrets remained secrets, and her own weren't threatened, she was cool with you. Unless you happened to be seriously annoying, which Ian wasn't. He was charming, and cute, for a Gryffindor. Ignoring the growl of longing from her stomach, she decided to give it a break this time, and took a bite of the pork meat. Savoring the taste, Erys popped the rest into her mouth, not bothering to be elegant about it. She was starving, for god's sake! Licking her lips to retain as much of the flavor as possible, the witch reached her hand out for another. Staring at it as if mentally listing its ingrediants, she took another bite, looking at Ian this time. "Maybe you were." Erys shrugged, flashing a grin after swallowing, taking another bite to chew slowly. "We Slytherins are cunning at business, didn't you know?" Chuckling at this, she finished off the last of her sausage, wiping her hands on a fresh napkin.

"I dont know whos papers those belong to." Probably someone from Ravenclaw; they were always running around with their wit and their brains, doing homework 'til the cows came home. A dreary existance, it seemed. Deciding to make conversation, she stretched her hands out, satisfied at the crack of the now-gone kink. "So.. Ian. Why are you being so friendly to a pair of Slytherins? I thought our houses were at war with eachother." She asked, her voice humorous even though Erys was actually a tad serious. It was uncommon, a civil relationship between their houses.


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[Veata Bane]

V graciously accepted the offering of pumpkin juice, pulling the glass he slid towards her into her spindly fingers, and bringing it gently to her lips, taking a gulp. She watched Erys through the corner of her eye, popping in one sausage, then another. Instead of reaching out to take one for herself, Veata lifted the glass to her lips again. She'd eat when she wasn't in a conversation.

"Well," she explained, her lips curling into the tiniest smile. "Meeting me is an important business deal."

She looked down at the smudged, sticky papers, her smile widening. Was she ever glad she had slipped her homework into that folder. Whoever this belonged to, it was in pretty bad shape. V lifted the stray sheet with her two already sticky fingers, emitting a soft, lilting laugh as she read it was a Charms Essay. They definetely could not hand in their homework like this.

"Oh, I wouldn't worry about it, Ian." She said in an almost kind tone, lifting her cray slit-pupiled eyes to meet his. "Homework can always be rewritten."

[Ian Gray]

Ian thought over what Erys said, before smirking playfully. "Well, actually, I'm only here because your sausages - " he waved his fork at the plate briefly, before looking back at the Slytherin. "Aren't spoiled like those back there." A sweeping gesture was made to the Ravenclaw table behind him.

Then, raising his glass of pumpkin juice, he winked. "And anyway, you'll have enough of that rivalry come time for the first Quardwizard challenge."

He turned to Veata then, leaning over the papers with a grimace. "I suppose..." Trailing off, his eyes suddenly brightened. Pulling out his wand, he aimed it at one of the sticky sheets.

"Scourgify!"

Of course, his dowsy voice couldn't be counted on to properly perform the spell, and instead of cleaning the mess, it caused the ink to run. Sighing exasperatedly, Ian pushed the papers away. "You're right, it can be rewritten." He gave Veata a tired smile.

[Erys Grace]

Erys's eyes narrowed with a grin- it was only a matter of time before she joined the Qudditch team and beat the heck out of the bludgers. Anything for a challenge.. Just because her stomach wasn't yet full, she reached over yet again to claim one last sausage, the third in total. If not discouraged from eating it she would take a few bites and swallow, then down the rest. Wiping the grease off on that same napkin, Erys smiled. "How delightful." Best to get your anger out in the air, than clouting someone on the ground with your broom. Quidditch would do nicely for that, especially if she landed beater. Drawing her hand over her mouth to hide a yawn, Erys stretched her arms out, glad to know that waking up fully wasn't that far away. "You should go to bed. You could have tried to make something smaller and end up blowing it to smithereens." Reducio and Reducto seemed very similar in a drowsy state, trust her, shes done it before.

"They shouldn't have left it out." Erys shrugged, licking sausage flavor from her lips, "Its their fault, not yours." Nobody in their right mind should just get up and leave a very important essay lying around. She would never do this herself but if anybody had done that to her homework, well, Erys might force them to rewrite it themselves. Apart from that, these sausages rocked!
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[Veata Bane]

Veata returned the smile Ian gave her, knowing she had been right all along. Some things were better done without magic. At the thought, she finally gave in, reaching across the table to the greasy sausages, plucking one up in her slender fingers and taking large bites until it disappeared. Then, after a thorough licking of her fingers, she lifted her glass of pumpkin juice and emptied it.

"Exactly," she said after settling the glass back on the table. "It wasn't your fault it was just laying around, ready to be snatched up or destroyed. People shouldn't leave their homework laying around like that."

After her speech, Veata opened her mouth to emit a long, loud belch. Then, bursting into a fit of giggles, covered her mouth and said, "Oh my God, excuse me."[/font]