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Melinda Miranda Snoddgrass

((What do you mean you don't like me that much? That's it mister, we're through. <_<))

 

How cool was it to know the common room password before everyone else? Awesome blossom and a half. That's how cool. Melinda was so pleased with herself over this little bit of power (whose idea was it to give her a prefect badge? Prewett must be getting senile ...) that she'd gone along nearly the entire table informing everyone that the password was 'pumpkin juice'. In fact, she might even have informed a few Ravenclaws by mistake, but no matter.

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Lucy Norwood

Did Lucy just hear that blonde girl right? Teddy? Liiiike... teddy bear? Lucy had one of those sitting in her trunk. She wondered to herself what would possess someone's parents to name their child after a stuffed toy, but didn't say her thoughts out loud. She was much too thoughtful and polite for that sort of thing, and was was quite sure Teddy wouldn't appreciate her sentiments. Perhaps it was a nickname, for Teddetta. Lucy was Lucetta, you see.

 

The blonde girl offered her name and her assistance to all the first years, which Lucy thought was really nice of her, even if Roxy didn't look impressed. Lucy thought it would be helpful to have someone just a little bit older than her guiding her through her first year, especially since everything about Hogwarts was still very new and familiar to the poor muggleborn. She smiled nicely. "I'm Lucy," she reintroduced herself.

 

A prefect was going along the table and telling people the password. Lucy giggled when she heard it. "Pumpkin juice?" she repeated. "I've never knew people drank pumpkin juice."

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Yueli Dogrose

Yueli sat near the edge of the Hufflepudd table. He was feeling a bit dizzy cause of his previous rendevous.

 

He grabbed some toast and nibbled a bit. Toast tasted a bit dull so he sipped on some soup and afterward drank a bit of hot tea.

 

He got up and went out to explore a bit since his class was at night that day.

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Jasmine Mitchell

"Mmmmm bacon", she said before taking a few strips. Jasmine just loved Hogwarts food, it was so delicious and it was a nice change from her food at home. Her mother wasn't the best cooker, most of the time they just ordered in.

 

She took a few pieces of toast and some pancakes. She used her knife to put butter on her pancakes and toast. And the last ingredient? 'Syrup', Jasmine thought to herself looking around for the syrup bottle. Where was it? She started looking frantically around, you can't just have pancakes without syrup! It was like peanut butter without the jelly, Hogwarts without themagic, Badger and no Eagle.

 

Oh wait, there it was.

 

Jasmine sighed happily, grabbed the syrup, and started puring some on her pancakes. Life was good.

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Aiden Wilkinson

Aiden ran his hand through his hair as he walked out into the great hall that morning. He could smell the sweet scent of bacon and pancakes. Aiden realized at that moment that he was hungry. Wow who could of guessed.

 

Aiden sat down at a seat, he saw jasmine who he was familiar with from parties and trips and such over the summer. He smiled and went to grabbing three flapjacks a couple peices of bacon. Some hashbrowns of course, and a huge goblet of pumpkin juice.

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Lily Elric

Lily walked lazily over to the great hall, she was tired and hungary. She had skipped dinner the last night because she had been reading for homework. She walked into the great hall the sent of Baken, eggs, & pancakes in the air. She fallowed the sent to the Hufflepuff table. She saw Her friends Jasmine and Aiden sitting at the table she walked over to where they sat and sat across from them.

 

Lily yawned. "Morning Jazzy, Morning Aiden." She did her best to smile to them both while grabbing food and filling her plate. Baken, Pancakes, Muffins, and eggs filled her plate to the rim. Lily was starving. She knew Jazzy would understand knowing that Lily had never left there dormatory last night. She had stayed in studying like crazy. Lily grabbed a gobblet full of pumpkin juice and took a sip. "Last night was killer, I must have stayed up way past midnight." Lily yawned yet again looking up a Jazzy and Aiden. She took a bite of her pancakes. The feeling of food in her mouth couldnt have matched anything else in the world at the moment. After one or two bites Lily didnt feel as tired.

 

As she regained her sences she noticed that the table was rather loud and filled with people. She had sat next to a girl and boy who she didnt think she knew. Lily couldnt help but feel a bit akward as she sat eating her food between too strangers.

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Julian Trice

He hadn’t meant to actually own him in the bits seeing as how this had all started with June getting her Mary Jane’s all friendly with his dangly bits but hey, anything to get away from a bull on the rampage.

 

He’d meant all the other stuff though. Chase deserved it. The git, he’d smashed him into the table and flung him about.

 

Yeah. ABUSIVE OLDER STUDENT! They were near the great hall doors now and this was the time for strategy. He could either dive amongst the many Hufflepuffs who had turned to see the only sexy sight they’d ever see in their lives because seriously, who wanted to strip off for Hufflepuffs? <3 unless it was for a poorly executed, not to mention sloppy arsed, unskilled b…b…back rub. thought I was gonna be inappropriate, didn’t you? or he could jump on the table, high kick and moon walk across it while flipping Chase the double deuce.

 

It was a wonder Man-sham hadn’t waltzed in and taken points like she usually did whenever he was doing something fun. Like now, if this wasn’t detention worthy he didn’t know what was, quickly; since Chase had recovered quickly from his near death experience and apparently as you got older you developed great balls of steel…or great balls of fire if you were the sort that went round with easy witches. Hmm, did Chase kick round with easy witches?

 

Had he been having that ‘itching, burning’ feeling back in the commons? Was that the reason for him nearly tearing off his trousers? Had he wanted to have a bit of show and tell time?

 

Right, where was I? oh yes, the great escape. Quickly Julian pulled himself up onto the Hufflepuff table and commenced to running the length of it, juice goblets being kicked here, a basket being smashed there, he nearly slipped in a plate of whipped potato’s and got someone quite ruthlessly under the chin on his way down the table.

 

“WATCH IT!” said chin person. Julian held his middle finger in the air and jogged on.

 

“Get out of the WAY THEN!” he called and was finally at the end and near the great hall doors, quickly he darted around several people who’d been standing there witnessing this bit of crazy and pushed with all his might through a smallish crack in the door.

 

Great, where to go, where to go! The entrance hall was quite deserted ‘cept for the occasional student or radical fringe group walking in and out of the castle doors. Oh! Idea!

 

Quickly, before Chase caught up with him, Julian ran over to the entrance and into a group of girls, nicked a scarf from one of them and wrapped it around his neck as he dashed out into the cold, cold autumn afternoon.

 

“Hey! That’s my scarf!” the blonde girl shouted, staring and stomping in aggravation at him.

 

Said scarf really didn’t do much and it was like being tossed into a very cold body of water after having just left a sauna. Julian paused briefly, wrapping his arms around his chest like some maiden of old trying to protect her virtue from some filthy, ravishing knight who called him self ‘Jared Fitzwilliam’ of Gloucester. and thought briefly of just running back into the hall and hoping for the best.

 

Or he could wrap the scarf in such a way that it warmed his ickle chest up just a little. It would make him look like some ‘heavily into S&M type guy but hey, whatever worked.

 

“He went that way, stupid little thieving git.” He heard and didn’t even need to turn around to know that he was being followed once more. Sucking it up, Julian crossed his arms over his chest and placed his hands under his arms and ran for his life, the pink scarf he’d stolen flapping in the breeze behind him like a banner.

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Chase Taylor

Numb ache, numb ache. Remind oneself that it was a NUMB ACHE and not an explosion in his nether regions. This insistence upon Chase's active mind made him think less of his poor manly bits and more about how badly a snotty brat Julian was. Pushing away from the Hufflepuff table, Chase spied Julian on the far side of said table. Well, he'd need to get out, right? Then Chase would go down the near side, and cut him off before he made it through the doors. Good plan.

 

Running down opposite sides of the table, Chase's long legs helped him catch up a bit of that distance the younger boy had gained by bodily assaulting him, but he squinted at the mass of Hufflepuffs gathered around the table, wondering whether they were hiding Trice or not. "-that way-" started some girl, and Chase skidded to a halt in the direction he was heading (that is, towards the wall) and swivelled about turn and aimed for the Entrance Hall. Blast it! How had Julian gotten out of the Great Hall without being not- Ooooooh. It was cold. Buggering Blast-Ended Skewts, it was effing freezing!

 

The chill wind whipped across Chase's bare chest and he spotted a small boy with an overly long scarf running quite madly away from him. There was about a moment's pause, wherein Chase's mind exploded in laughter at the thought, and then he came to his sense, and quite enraged that Trice was getting away with vomiting over him, throwing a stinking shirt at him (literally stinking, mind you), kicking him in the nuts and being a disrespectful little bigot, the Slytherin shot after him.

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MK Thunderstone

Stoney sat, heavily, at the bench before the Hufflepuff table. He did weigh close to 300 pounds, though none of it seemed to be fat. He was going to be a very large man when he finally stopped growing. What was he now? 6'10", 6'11"? He was interrupted by two Slytherin boys playing a game of chase -- or so it seemed. He frowned slightly. What odd boys.

 

He spotted a kidney pie, cut it in fourths and slid one of the slices onto his plate. He spotted a plate of Lincolnshire sausages on top of mashed potatoes covered by a rich, onion gravy. "Bangers and mash!" he said, his eyes lighting up. He started a second plate without even starting the first one. Now don't go worrying about him wasting any food. This boy could put it away!

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Woden

Woden flew in with a package from Canada for Stoney:

 

Stoney,

Your aunt Merelda in Halifax has died and she left your this ring. Don't worry, she was sick for a very long time and we feel she is released from the prison her body had become. We are doing fine, despite all.

 

Love Mum

This huge ring was included. Posted Image

 

The package didn't seem right. Woden dropped it, faster than he was wont, right into the lap of the huge Hufflepuff.

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MK Thunderstone

Stoney was tucking away his bangers and mash when one of the school owls flew in. "Hey Wodie!" he cried. The bird dropped the rather large delivery in his lap. It was heavy. Before he could pull out the ring and read the letter, he felt a strange heaviness on his heart and a quickening of his pulse.

 

He grabbed the two sides of the box and pulled the tabs apart. There was a hissing from the opening and Stoney dropped the box with a start. Then he recognized it for a Boggart and he laughed and pointed his finger.

 

"My aunt sent me a Boggart!" he laughed. "What a card!"

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Boogie

HAHAHAA, Boogie was pro. Too amazing for Hogwarts!

 

Earlier that day, he’d snuck up to the owlery where parcels for students were dropped awaiting to be picked up by school owls and delivered. Yeah? Well he’d been so sneaky that he’d snuck into one of the packages. Where it would take him, he had no clue? But he was a Boggart who loved to travel; maybe with luck it would take him to someplace super wicked. He felt his package home lift from the ground and he kind of felt sick. After all, Boggarts weren’t ones to fly. It was a strange feeling.

 

So, BOOM, CRASH, BANG! He landed on some hard surface and felt his home being ripped to shreds. NOOO, so soon? Even though he was feeling air-sick he would’ve preferred a longer ride. A disgusting boy opened him up and LAUGHED!

 

Damn that boy for seeing his true form, but he wouldn’t stick around for more to see him like that! Heck no, he would go! That way when kids looked over to see the ‘Boggart’ they’d see nothing but an empty package and some loony boy.

 

Boogie took off with a snap of a finger and disappeared into the shadows of the great hall, only to notice some commotion going on, at the other side with a few of those bloody ghosts and a portrait, being harassed by some strange, stupid little human kids. He decided to go check it out…

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