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Headmistress McGonagall

Her role as headmistress has certainly grown more trying over the past few months. It seemed like every moment there was another crisis, another fire to put out. It was enough to make her wish that she could retire to the little cottage that Stuart was renovating in Hogsmeade.

 

But, she knew she was still needed by the students and the school. That thought kept her going even when faced with new challenges, like twelve werewolf students and a student body that was threatening to tear itself apart at any moment. 

 

For the moment, Minerva was sipping tea, having finished dinner a few moments earlier. As a precaution, dinner had been moved earlier, before sunset, in the Great Hall. It was a move that she’d taken in part because she didn’t want to separate the non-werewolf and werewolf students as much as she possibly could. 

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This thread is open to all students. The IC time is 6PM. If you would like to be in this thread, you would be just wrapping up dinner and receiving dessert. If you would like to be elsewhere, that’s acceptable too. 

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Harmony Granger-Weasley

Harmony wasn't very hungry. She wasn't feeling well at all, but was trying to make an appearance at dinner in order to make her life as normal as possible. In reality, she just wanted to be in the Hospital Wing, preparing for the transformation that would happen in just a few hours. Even though she had a perfectly delicious piece of meat in front of her, she picked at it throughout dinner. She knew she needed the energy, but her appetite just wasn't there. 

 

Being amongst the other students too was just not fun, especially on a night like tonight. She didn't need people like the Ryan or Hatty kid yelling at her or the others blaring their werewolf opinions at her. She heard everything, and the fact of the matter was there wasn't going to be a time turner that could carry her back into the past, she was a werewolf and they would just have to live with that fact.  

 

Dinner disappeared and dessert appeared before her. Harmony thought she could use a bit of sugar, and took a bite of a sweet she picked out, but it was too much still and she put it down. As much as she liked sweets AND meat now, she was just not in the mood for food. Harmony looked around the Great Hall to see how the other werewolves were faring. 

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Salomé Schiferli

Salomé wasn't really in the mood to eat, but considering she skipped breakfast and had a small lunch she should probably eat. Making her way to the Great Hall, Salomé took a seat and glanced around.

 

She was tired. Not for the same reason as @Harmony Granger-Weasley, but tired none the less. Picking at her food, Salomé sighed. What was it about today that had her so down?

 

Still, dessert appeared and her mood brightened up a bit. She did love Sticky Toffee.

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Dale McQueen-Trengrove

The new policy meant dinner was early, far earlier than he was used to with the end result being that he was forcing himself to eat really even though he wasn’t that hungry. He supposed it was good in a way to have everyone eat altogether - something that hadn’t been happening at all really ever since the radio show had come on the air and outed eleven students as werewolves including his ex best friend. 

 

At meal times Dale was continuing to avoid looking him in the eye. Instead he was simply staring at his plate which at the moment had dessert on it that was completely untouched, a surprise for him. 

 

Dale often never passed up a chance at a meal and certainly not dessert. 

 

It was why some of his classmates made fun of his size. 

 

“You can have it,” he muttered to someone who was looking at his dessert as he anxiously wished for dinner to be over. 

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Aster Darling

Aster hated the full moon, and it wasn't for the reason you'd assume. She hated it because her friends were suffering, she hated it because everything changed.

 

The Gryffindor arrived at the Great Hall for an early dinner. She wasn't hungry, but seeing as they were locked in their dorms all night she forced herself to eat. Looking around she spotted her friends who would soon be locked in the Hospital Wing. This was so much harder for them.

 

The tiny eleven year old picked at her food until the dinner plates vanished and were replaced with Dessert. She stared at the various items and picked at a piece of cake. "Nothing looks appetizing, does it?" She asked out of nowhere. It really didn't.

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Hatty Hambeldon

Even though she knew they were banned and she wasn’t supposed to have them, Hatty was secretly wearing on of the pins inside of her robes as she ate dinner. It was a full moon night after all and she didn’t want to take any chances regarding her safety. It kept beeping at dinner though and Hatty wondered if they were going to find out about the fact that she had one of these pins that were banned. 

 

She half wondered if a silencing charm would work on the pins or if she could put it somewhere so they wouldn’t discover that she was one of the culprits having a banned item in the school.

 

Beep. Beep. 

 

Beep. 

 

At the moment she was only several places away from @Harmony Granger-Weasley

 

 

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Willa Henry

Any chance to eat, Willa was there. 

 

Even if dinner had been moved several hours earlier because of the full moon and all she had to look forward to after her third dessert (don't judge) was a night trapped in her common room with everyone on high alert. People would intermittently stare at the entrance as if another rabid werewolf was going to break down the door and have them for midnight snacks or create more pieces of art like Dale's face or her back. 

 

Not that Willa wasn't scared. She was terrified, but that would only come later when she was curled up in bed with a book or was trying to break the enchantments keeping her model dragon (well the one she stole from her da) locked in its display case. 

 

Now it was dessert time and Willa was too busy stuffing her face and pockets to pay attention to the mood. 

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Dove Lightwood

The moment that Dove had heard about the pins she knew that she had purchase one. Writing to her father (merlin knows that her papa wouldn't allow her to have one) he had actually sent her two. She had already "lost" the first one - she would find the person whol stole it and they could face her heel - but the second was in her robes pocket. With dinner so early, Dove sat with her salad, before looking towards @Idina Iordanauwith a smirk. 

 

"Want to see something?"

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Winston Hughes

Winston didn’t mind in the least that dinner was pushed up to six in the evening. In fact, he respected the decision  made by the Hogwart’s staff. The Slytherin naturally took great strides to protect himself as best as he could. The werewolf situation put the teenager on edge but he knew it truly wasn’t his classmates’ fault. Any of them could have been turned that day so the observant boy knew he couldn’t hold their condition against them. If anything, Winston feared the potential release of danger and destruction that existed within the werewolves once a month and pitied the person, the human, his peers, the rest of the time. 

 

Precautions around the full moon were unfortunate but necessary. Anyone who said differently was in denial or simply obtuse, in their passionate but shortsighted desire for werewolves to experience no precautions that may restrict one hundred percent the same experience as their non-werewolf counterparts.

 

Werewolves deserved to be treated equally and have every right afforded to them... but everyone else also deserved to  be protected and kept safe. 

 

Hatred of the people, cursed with the werewolf infliction, though was of course plain bigotry. 

 

Winston was only thirteen but knew it was a tricky situation. He observed the opposing fractions with his keen eyes but stayed out of the crosshairs. His priority would always be himself, his mother, his dog and his best friends. If they were safe, he was happy. 

 

For now, Winston would just enjoy the early dinner. Puberty was starting to stir and food served as its insatiable fuel. “Pass the rolls back this way, Brooklyn. I'm starving!”

Edited by Winston Hughes

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Ryan Dorland-Nece

Ryan was also wearing a pin under his robes. 

 

Beep. Beep. Beep.

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Salomé Schiferli

Salomé kept hearing a beep and looked around frowning. "What is that bloody sound?" She asked mildly annoyed.

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Robin Corelli-Rose

You don’t have any of those Meatbars, do you?” Robin whispered to @Kay Wickham. He’d been staring at his treacle tart for some time now, willing up the interest to eat it. It wasn’t that it was bad - in fact, he could only admire how uniform the filling was, how the faint tang of lemon juice cut the sweetness of the syrup and sugar, and how the butter-and breadcrumb crust smelled just like it would melt in his mouth...

 

Usually, noticing the individual parts of a dessert was enough to have Robin’s belly clamour to be filled with it, but ever since he’d been scratched by a werewolf, he’d noticed that his taste for sweetmeats waned as the moon waxed closer to full. He could only imagine how Kay felt.

 

Then again, his friend was utterly indiscriminate when it came to food - she lavished her appreciation on everything and all.

 

The Meatbar would have satisfied his cravings on all fronts: it was savoury and sweet all at once, with a hint of spice. He pushed the plate of treacle away, expression apologetic.

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Winston Hughes

ps Winston did find those annoying pins and their affects on people's sanity hilarious though. Of course, he kept such reactions and thoughts to himself aside from his closest friends.

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Simon Reed

It was nice to get some time with @Aurora Andrews even if they weren't really alone, they always managed to sort of create a space of their own and maintain some sort of normalcy where there obviously wasn't. Though he supposed this was their new normal... He had started to keep a calendar, marking the one day a month that he would be taking care of @Julian Pritchard's pets. Itsy, Bitsy and Alastair. He was sure there was another, but he could never remember its name since it needed almost to no maintenance.

 

Simon bumped playfully into Aurora as he took the last bite of his dinner, looking down at his wristwatch to see how much time they had left together and wondering if Rad was still in the dungeons painting. All thoughts came to a halt when dessert appeared. He grabbed for the first chocolate looking thing he spotted, though one look at Aurora's plate made him slightly jealous.

 

"How come everything you pick looks better...Gimme some." he reached over with his fork. 

 

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Avalon Edens

Avalon sighed a little, messing around with the food on her plate. She hated full moons – the restlessness of fear, of pending peril, of so much that could go wrong. The uneasiness clung to her all day. Despite whatever precautions the castle had undertaken, she was still scared. It was hard, when she was a child, not to be afraid of the monster that had almost killed her. Knowing there would be so many of them in the castle that night, even with everything the professors were doing to ensure everyone's safety, made her anxious.

 

It wasn't that she was against the werewolves. She just wished that, on full moons, they could be anywhere but here. 

 

Even if nothing ever went wrong, it was hard for her not to think about it. It wearied her, like she couldn't be herself until the sun dawned the next day. It was nothing like what the werewolves were going through, she knew, but... she still hated it. Avalon didn't want anyone to know how uncomfortable she was, though. She smiled and goofed around during dinner, teasing @Calliope Thorpe and otherwise pretending that it was a normal evening.

 

The beeps were slowly driving her mad.

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Aurora Andrews

Initially, the idea of somehow hitting a new normal with Simon had seemed a little impossible, after all, they'd gone from a sense of pretending the other didn't exist to that horrible night and right back to being friends within only a few short weeks. It felt almost surreal to find the two of them sitting together at dinner existing as though they hadn't had a dark spot in their relationship. Although the redhead had to frequently ignore the feelings from the past that were always just under the surface. It was also something to reflect back to the nice moment happening and the striking difference between then and now. It had taken Aurora a long time to resume a sense of normality, and often she still found herself plagued with the nightmares. A frustrating reminder that her subconscious just wouldn't let be a thing fo the past. 

 

She would take a million good moments with @Simon Reed over anything else regardless.

 

"Oi!" Aurora armed her fork over to her left to shield the incoming one coming from the boy in question. "I am not afraid to use this as a weapon if necessary. You get your own dessert, you ghoul. Hands off mine."

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Julian Pritchard

Julian was sitting next to @Hazel Wheeler. Even though he was rarely hungry and the Great Hall was the last place he wanted to be in - what if he lost track of time? - he always made an effort to come down to dinner on the night of the full moon. He did it because he knew avoiding her during that first week of Wolfsbane, and for that first transformation, had hurt her feelings, even though he still wasn’t sure how good of an idea it was. Even if one discounted risks, he had trouble affecting normalcy. All he ever did was sit there in silence, pushing his food around as his insides squirmed at the thought of the upcoming transformation - both at the actual feeling of it, as well as the possibility that something might not go according to plan.

 

That night, his pretense at normalcy didn’t last very long, as the constant beeping coming from the Gryffindor table eventually forced him to drop his fork and pull his hand away from hers so he could cover his ears.

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Prince A. Charming

Atticus sat next to @Harmony Granger-Weasley and avoided looking at anyone. People were always mad at him simply for existing and it was taking a toll. He knew that there wasn't anything he could do about it but he was trying to keep any shouting matches or physical fights from happening. Again. He seemed to be one of the few werewolves to have stayed out of such altercations so far and he hoped to keep it that way. It wasn't that he thought he was above the others. It was that he had seen what had happened and he didn't want that to happen to him. He was smart enough to know that things would only keep getting worse with time meaning the punishments would also keep getting worse.

 

He put more food on his plate and continued to eat. He was always hungry because he was growing but, since he'd become a werewolf, he was hungrier than ever. Maybe it was because being a werewolf was so exhausting. He didn't know. But he was always eating and he didn't think it was ever going to end. He had taken to carrying snacks in his bag and pockets for the moments when he was hungry and couldn't leave to get food. "Are you hungrier since the bite? I feel like I eat more now," he said to Harmony. "Maybe it's in my head..."

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Jaxon Sinclair

After @Adrina Althaus-Valerio had returned from practice, Jack had moved from the cupcake fiasco/listening party he'd been having with @Jacqueline Frost and @Ryszard Althaus-Valerio to greet her with the usual kiss on the cheek, gloved hand slipping into hers.  If he allowed her to perch her pretty self with all three of them, Ryszard was likely to explode or dissolve into tears.  He wasn't sure which would be more horrifying (though one option was definitely more messy.)

 

So they sat near them, but not quite close enough that they'd cause spontaneous combustion or hysterics worthy of a calming drought.

 

It was better that way anyway.  After dinner, they'd embark on their daily ritual to walk to the Hospital Wing.  Addy would wring her hands, nervous and upset at the entire situation.  Jack would promise that everything would be fine and then he'd make her promise that she'd go right back to her common room...that she would put as many sealed doors between herself and the werewolves (in particular, him) as possible for the rest of the night.

 

For now, however, things were normal.  He wasn't really hungry.  The wolfsbane tended to do that, but he did want her company regardless.  "How was practice?  Were you with the whole team or just a handful that wanted some extra hours in?"

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Harmony Granger-Weasley

Harmony watched Atticus eating and wondered how he could eat with the wolfsbane potions that were given to them during the week. He was eating everything and it was the night of the full moon! She was feeling horrible, she wished she could eat as much as he did to give her more energy during the full moon. 

 

"How are you so hungry all the time, even tonight? That amazes me. The potions just make me feel so icky." She forced another few bites of dessert down. At least she would hopefully have a sugar rush soon. That was one positive out of the full moon night. Faintly, she could hear the beeping coming from a familiar face a few seats down but she ignored it. Those devices never worked properly anyways. 

Edited by Harmony Granger-Weasley

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Julian Banagher

Julian ordinarily would have eaten dessert, but just looking at it was making him feel sick. He was dreading the walk to the Hospital Wing later. In a way, it was almost worse than the transformation itself, because everyone—everyone—knew where he was going and why.

 

“It all looks horrid,” Julian said to @Aster Darling. “I think I’m going to be sick.”

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Aster Darling

Aster glanced over at @Julian Banagher and squeezed his hand. "No kidding." She mumbled pushing her dessert around. "And the beeping noise is really annoying." She mumbled softly. Why was the tension so thick in the air, or maybe it was just her?

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Miss Turner

As the end of dinner was nearing. Paige made sure to keep her eyes on the students every few moments. There had been so many... incidents as of late that she wanted to stop any before they truly got started. She could hear the beeping of one of those stupid pins but she hadn't been able to pin down (hah) where it was quite yet. When she did, the punishment would be swift and severe.

 

She looked down at the book she was reading as she finished her dessert. After each paragraph, she scanned the Great Hall and then continued reading. She was not about to miss anything. She looked at the students who were proving to be repeat offenders more closely than the rest. They were more likely to start something new. 

 

With a quick look to the ceiling, she saw that it was getting darker outside. Dinner would be over soon.

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Edward Borage

An early dinner didn’t bother Edward too much though the beeping that kept going off was certainly annoying. Why anyone had bought one of those pins he couldn’t understand. They knew full well that there were werewolves around and anyone with even half a brain could pick them out without the added sound effects. But it was the incessant beeping that finally caught his brain up on why dinnertime had been changed.

 

The look of dawning recognition left him looking like a stunned mullet and a second later he pushed his plate of dessert away, the sweetness of the cake too much and the cream cloying, coating his mouth. He drained his goblet twice to clear the memory of cake away.  It was going to be a long night for everyone and he kinda wished he’d nabbed some bread rolls for later but maybe he could get some fruit instead?

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Jacquetta Rosewood

Etta had sat in silence next to @Willa Henry for the entire meal because they were both obsessed with food and would rather eat than talk. But now that things were winding down and they'd be separated to go to their common rooms, she thought she should check in with her best friend. "How are your essays coming along?" she asked, knowing that the Slytherin would be upset that she'd asked about homework. "Do you think they'll cancel all of the exams because of everything that's happened?"

 

She hoped so. She was an average student and only did well because she knew her parents would kill her if she didn't. She would much rather spend her time hanging with friends, adventuring, dueling... pretty much anything but sitting in lessons or studying. "Academics are important!" she could hear in her head, her father's booming voice taking over her thoughts. Only six more years after this one...

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