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Eyla Roshena

[[*is determined to get people in here*]]

 

Eyla stifled a yawn and settled ehrself comfortably on the bench. Third year now. She could hardly believe it really. Three years since her own Sorting, and now she was sitting through another. She recognised one or two of the young kids, quite a few of them looking nervous. Like, there was Emma Frith. And... yeah, that was about it. She should probably try and get to know some of them.

 

Every time someone was placed in Slytherin, she clapped enthusiastically as the new Slytherickles joined the table. New things were always exciting. She had also noticed that the new Head Boy was a Slytherin, though she didn't know him personally. House Cup, here we come!

 

And then finally the whole line of children to be Sorted disappeared. The tables were much fuller now, even when you considered the old seventh years were gone now. Well, okay, she'd signed up for this mentoring thing... so she turned to the nearest new Slytherickle. It was like a new revolution: be nice to new people.

 

"Welcome to Slytherin," she said with a smile. "Well done on getting into the best Hogwarts house." Oh dear lord of all that is snake-like, had she actually just sounded as cheesy as she thought she did??

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Giovanna Llywellyn

The strange talking hat spoke into her ear. A go-getter, eh? Sounded good to her. She hadn't spent that much time considering the houses...the fact that she was off to Hogwarts was more than enough for her to care about. When prompted on the train however by a strange, fiesty Gryffindor girl, she'd given it some thought. Though at the time, she hadn't considered Slytherin. Though now after the hat's words, she wondered a bit of why that was. Provided that hat knew best, and she hoped it did considering how many odd years it'd been doing it's stuff, she was where she belonged. How interesting. She didn't know much about the house, aside from the basics, and all the trouble that seemed to surround Slytherin years ago.

 

So when the hat shouted out "Slytherin!" to the entire Great Hall and the hat was removed from her head, she stood and proclaimed a quiet, "Whoa." With all the magic floating around her, it seemed to be her new catchphrase.

 

She grinned lopsidedly at the applause that came from the Slytherin Table and she meandered over. She would have bounded, but the it was her defining moment, after all. She walked over to the table, half in a daze. She was a Hogwarts student. She missed her mother's house, as expected, and found herself amongst the colors of green and silver. Yeah. This would do. Yes. Definitely. Unexpected, even though she hadn't quite known what to expect. She smiled to herself as she took a seat.

 

Yes! Unexpected, different, new. Of course! That's why it was so perfect. Of course she didn't see it before, it wouldn't have made any sense then! It wouldn't have been hers, it would have been any fun!

 

Giovanna laughed out loud at the table, then watched the rest of the sorting. She watched for her two friends. Would they make it to Slytherin, too? She watched as Adrian became a member of Ravenclaw and Nico a member of Hufflepuff. Well that was a drag. Ah well, maybe that'd make things more interesting, too.

 

Suddenly Hogwarts was somehow looking even more fantastic with this odd turn of events.

 

Now, to eat.

 

She turned to the table before her, ready to consume on the famous Hogwarts feasts her mother had told her about.

 

"Welcome to Slytherin." She looked over to the sound and saw a girl smiling. At her? She wasn't quite sure. "Well done on getting into the best Hogwarts house."

 

She wasn't sure whether she'd been spoken to or not. Still, she was a Slytherin, time to start meeting her fellow house mates, right? She could do it. She'd managed in Diagon Alley well enough, so why not here? So Giovanna grinned at the girl who'd spoken. "Isn't that what they all say? I don't know much about Slytherin, but it looks good to me."

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Eyla Roshena

Uh oh. Eyla devoutly hoped she hadn't gone and scared anyone. By anyone, she of course meant the girl who'd just been sorted and was now at the table. Nah, she didn't look scared. She was grinning after all. Unless it was like a grin of terror - oh get over yourself, you're not that scary, especially when you've just said something nice. That's Kayla's job anyways.

 

Best thing was, this kid had a tongue and answered. What a relief. "I guess they probably all do say that," Eyla admitted. "But if I told you that you'd managed to get into the worst possible house, that wouldn't be very encouraging, right? Anyway, Slytherin's a good place to be, if you work hard." She wasn't rambling. Goody.

 

Since there was a feast sitting right in front of them, Eyla started piling food on her plate. Hogwarts definitely catered for everyone. And the mashed potato was also yummy. It also brought back memories of last year i.e. that food fight with Dusch. Now that was something she wouldn't mind forgetting... let's leave them potatoes alone for now.

 

"You don't know much? Don't worry about that at all," she reassured the other girl. "You'll learn quickly, everyone does. First few weeks can be hard, while everyone settles in, but it smooths out pretty soon. Oh yeah!" she added suddenly. Where were her manners? "My name's Eyla Roshena. Third year Slytherin, at your service. Although if you need questions answered, prefects would be a good bet." So, she'd just offered her help and then sort of retracted it? Nah. All she was saying that the prefects would be more clued in, seeing as they were all at least two years older.

 

"So, are you thinking of trying any extra curricular stuff?" Eyla then asked. Hey, this wasn't going too badly!

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Giovanna Llywellyn

Ah, logic. How it did like to sneak up on her. No one ever liked to say something was the worst unless it wasn't something of theirs. At least, as far as Giovanna was aware. "Well, that might be a damper on things, though, it might also make it interesting, too. But I like the best."

 

Work hard? Uh-oh. Giovanna wasn't so sure yet if she'd be able to pull that one off. Oh, she'd give it a go. She did like to consider herself a smart kid, though using those smarts at the right time was a bit dodgey. Time would tell though, right? Maybe learning magic would be a whole different thing to when her mum taught her the basics. Boring, nonmagical basics, at that. She let that part slide and decided then to be distracted by the food that had appeared after the Headmaster's speech. Wow, the food! So much food just appearing there. Yes, she could definitely get used to that. She tried to put as much food on her plate as possible, not really bothering to consider what each item was. She was just about done piling up a plate with so much food that it surely wouldn't fit into her tiny eleven year old stomach when the girl beside her spoke again.

 

She nodded as the girl explained all about starting out. So if she had any problems, she could consider it normal. Not so bad. She did suppose that there were so many Hogwarts students, she couldn't be the only one who didn't know much. Adrian and Nico had proven that one to her in Diagon Alley.

 

"Oh, I'm Giovanna. Giovanna Llywellyn." She pointed to herself with her fork, which was luckily devoid of food or else she probably would have found herself with a nice wad of consumable goodness all over her front. "I like Gio, though. Call me that. Only Mum and Pops call me Giovanna." She wrinkled her nose. Giovanna. Bah, Gio was much more fun, and so much quicker to say.

 

"Third year? Wow. Bet you know all kinds of secrets 'bout the school, huh?" Prefects? Well, hopefully she'd find out who they were soon enough. Wondered if she cared to ask them any questions, anyway. While it'd be nice to know, it'd also be fun to dive in without knowing and just see what happened.

 

"Extracurricular stuff? Like what?" Giovanna hadn't been too informed about the extracurricular activities aside her her mother speaking of all her academically inclined achievements. Though there had to be something else. Like Quidditch. They had to have Quidditch at Hogwarts. Well, hoping she'd be able to actually fly. She'd never done it before and she couldn't wait to give it a try. Now that was freedom! Getting off the ground like that. "They got Quidditch? I always thought that might be fun to try. Flying around on a broomstick through the air? So awesome!"

 

Hm, so it seemed this 'meeting people' wasn't so bad, really. She could get used to it, with all the rambling she could dig herself into. Now if she just kept up this pace, making time for the occasional dungbomb attacks, apparently...she still wanted to get back at that Ravenclaw from the train. How, she didn't know, but someday. But yeah, this was good. But hey, if she was a Slytherin and she liked herself, then there's nothing to lose, right?

 

She glanced up at the rest of the Slytherin table, filled with students and the biggest feast she'd ever seen. She glanced down at her own plate, bulging with food. Distracted, as it was apparently Giovanna's shining talent, she laughed at the mass of everything, so new and grand. Then she dug her fork into what she thought might have been potatoes but might have been a custard for all she knew, she took her first bite of Hogwarts food. Ah, the glory. Potatoes, definitely, real potatoes. This was the good life.

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Micheal Leonki

So, it could have been worse. It could have been three other houses worse. Ever since his sister had explained to him what the different houses meant, Micheal knew that he was destined to be a Slytherin. He wanted to be different from her. Sure, he was smart, but he didn't want to spend all his life in a library. He wanted to have fun with life, to enjoy it.

 

For a moment when the sorting hat was put on his head, he was worried. The sorting hat knew him, because it knew his sister. He had the biggest fear that he was always going to hear how wonderful his sister was. Of course, the hat had quickly let him know that he was different. It had also given him some kind of warning. Something about not being a jerk or something like that. He snorted when it told him that and then smiled as it called out Slytherin. He always got what he wanted.

 

He headed towards the table where all the slytherins were cheering for him. It was a nice feeling, one he could get used to. He sat down next to another new student, and an older one and nodded once.

 

"I'm Micheal."

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Guest Miley Morgan

The dreadful truth. The silent hall well apart from the quiet whispers. Miley jumped an inch or two off the chair as the hat started speaking. Don't worry Miley, the hats not realy talking... She thought to herself. This was mad. Completely. They had a hat to do the work for them?! Honestly! What kind of school was this? Making a poor old - and dusty - hat do all the work.... Humph!

 

''SLYTHERIN!!!'' Was all she heard.

"YEEESSSS!!" Was all she replied.

 

She was very happy, as you can tell. She jumped up and scurried along to the slythering table; the teacher swiped the hat off her head as she ran past. The cheers was very loud, she couldn't hear much from the over side of the room though... Oh well, she was in the GREATEST house ever. She gave a thumbs-up sign to her friend in the nervous pile of people. Hehe, they wouldn't be nervous if they knew they was going to get the house they wanted! Well, Miley did anyway...tough luck for them if they didn't get it! Heh.

 

She sat down at a spare seat, all the big children were snearing, laughing, growling [yep, they growl!] and for some reason, not all of them looked very bothered that they had just received the best person ever in theire house (and we all know who that is)! Still, there was going to be someone who cared...Miley just had to find that one person... Yep, that was going to be hard. So as you guessed, Miley gave up. Well thi is boring she thought as everyone glared at the next person trying on the hat.

 

Hellooo! Miley is HERE! Sitting right HERE! On THIS table. With NO ONE looking at her! Urgh, why don't people see potential when it's there. Honestly...people these days. How very boring. Half-asleep-here. These people are wasting her time! Spotlight on me please. PLEASE! Okay, that's fine. No spotlight today but serouisly, do we have to listen to what house these people get into? Miley had been sorted thats enough for one day. Gees....

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Agnes St. Werlock

Agnes seemed grey in a sea of black, and it was possibly even more noticeable when she sat down at the Slytherin table. Damn rich creeps, she couldn’t help thinking. Her robes were frayed at the edges, patched up in small spots, and had been around for nearly five decades now. It didn’t really bother her that much, but the minor annoyance was an annoyance none the less. Her shoes were brown combat boots so unlike the polished mary-janes and dress shoes, and the simple black glasses and pull back ponytail lacked the class and grace that was often associated with Slytherin.

 

As the sorting began, Agi uninterestedly pulled out her Charms book and pointedly ignored whatever the hell that moronic hat sang. The switching spell was much more fascinating than watching a bunch of brats get sorted, sure it was a life changing moment for them, but it wasn’t for her. Though she did wish everyone would stop all that bleeding clapping! She was trying to study, thank-you very much and she didn’t need these prats ruining it.

 

Eventually the clapping died down--’thank merlin![.I]-and the new kidlets began settling around the table. Agnes didn’t bother to look up, instead she focused more intently on her book and went over the steps to perform the charm in her head. Thought it would be a lot easier if the peanut gallery could keep the babbling to the minimum. This was exactly why she wanted to be an agoraphobic. Maybe she could convince Professor Giordano that she was one and then she’d be left alone all year, it was worth a shot.

 

“Damn chatterboxes,” The brunette growled to herself, finally closing her textbook as her stomach decided to growl with her. She had a bad tendency to get too caught up in different forms of work and would forget to eat, though as soon as she would remember Agnes made sure to make up lost time by stuffing her face like nomi.

 

There was a small clatter of silver as she went about quickly adding nothing besides different meat dishes to her plate, oh, and some carrots because she still hoped they would improve her wretched eye sight. Agi didn’t bother to ask permission to lean over people to get to the dishes she wanted and she certainly didn’t worry if she was accidentally elbowing anyone in the face or not. Getting a nice goblet of pumpkin juice was much more important than the comfort of others.

 

“Hmph, good steak…,” She commented to no one in particularly, between bites of it and a few slurps of pumpkin juice. Her tables manners were lacking, but Agi didn’t mind and she really didn’t care if anyone else did.

 

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Giovanna Llywellyn

"I'm Michael."

 

The pigtailed girl paused in her food consumption, mouth still half full of potatoes and fork still in her mouth. She turned toward the introduction she thought she heard and saw a boy who'd just sat near her and the older girl. She made an attempted at a greeting, then realized that speaking wasn't quite so possible. She pulled the fork out of her mouth and swallowed far too much food at once, and she cringed. Dang destructible throat, not being able to withstand her awesome food consuming powers. Or so she thought, at least.

 

Food successfully down, she looked at the boy properly. "Hi, Michael." She pointed to herself with her fork once more, lucky again that she'd just eaten everything on her fork and prevented it from gracing her front. "I'm Gio." She thought she might have seen him during the sorting process...as much as she tried to pay attention to it throughout the thoughts that'd been whirling in her mind during everything.

 

"You just get sorted, too? Neat, huh?"

 

She glanced around once more at the Slytherins. No, her fellow Slytherins, for good or ill she was one of them now. First years were mingled in with the older students, everyone ravaging the feast before then, faces of all types, excitement and displeasure, of who knows what, and arms flying everywhere, some of them looking rather deadly as they whizzed by, nearly missing people, forks narrowly missing eyes. Who knew eating could be so dangerous. Giovanna grinned to herself. Awesome.

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Guest Miley Morgan

Finaly, they started onto their food. Miley noticed a girl opposite her covered in rags. Well, she damn well could of been! He robes were all torn and had holes possibly everywhere! Miley started laughing the the poor girl. Not poor as in 'Aww you poor little girl' Miley meant it was in 'That girl is too poor to be in my house' kinda way. And she so meant it.

 

''Are you sure your in slytherin? If I looked as bad as you do I'd wear a mask! And, that's got to tell you something..." Miley sneered at the girl. Why on earth did she not have new clean robes? Anyone could see they was far too small for her. She could at least show some pride to the Slytherins, because she realy wasn't helping dressed like that..

 

Miley picked up her knife and fork and began helping herself to the food. ''So,'' she looked towards the girl, ''do you have knife and folks at home? Or are you too poor?'' Miley sneered and continued eating. This was fun, she hoped she would see this girl more often. After all, if she didn't see her then there would be no fun ssince in order to have fun, Miley has to be able to take the mikey out of people. And this girl was perfect!

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Eyla Roshena

Eyla was relieved she'd caught an ickle who didn't want to pick a fight or anything ridiculous. It was the beginning of the year and a shouting match was something she could do without for now. At lease until she met up with Emi, probably. Speaking of Emi, Eyla wondered if the girl would be mentoring anyone. Oh heck, she'd probably try and turn them against the Slytherin! Now that would be utterly unfair... she'd have a horde of Ravenclaws after her.

 

"Uh, wha? Secrets? Oh, well, not really, you'd have to be at Hogwarts for years before you learnt its secrets. I bet even the Headmaster doesn't know them all." She looked with distaste at Headmaster Weasley. Not the man she'd have chosen for the job, but she supposed it was the best they could manage for now. Oh hey, looky, sprouts. Yerch. She bypassed most of the vegetables and got herself some pie. Yum.

 

She nodded in response to Gio's next question. "Yeah, Quidditch, although they don't always let first years on the team, they do like people to have some experience. But if you're a good flier, no reason you shouldn't try out! I prefer dueling myself, never really got into the whole Quidditch stuff." Maybe because she detested flying. Hated it with a passion would be more accurate. As she shovelled ate more food, another ickle said hi. She gave a quick nod and then swallowed her food.

 

"Hi Micheal, welcome to -" She cut herself off as, out the corner of her eye, she caught sight of another new kid. And this new kid was being pretty unwise, taking the mickey out of someone obviously much older than her and therefore knew much more about magic. Oh dear. That was just plain silly, on your very first day, to goad someone who could keel you with a spell. Eyla shook her head. She'd keep out of this anyway. If the twit had a deathwish, that was her lookout.

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Micheal Leonki

Micheal might just have been sorted into the meanest house at Hogwarts, but in his opinion, that meant that you were mean to other people, like Huffledorks and Ravennerds, not someone who could do something to you while you were asleep in your dormroom. He glanced towards the older girl who was watching the conversation but had done nothing about it. Maybe here at this school, you didn't stick up for people. Or, it was a test, to see how much the other girl would take before doing something about it yourself. He wasn't from a rich family either, and so he figured the Gio girl would eventually just pop and throw something.

 

With that in mind, he ate, and watched the taunting girl keep going. When he finally couldn't stand it anymore, he leaned towards Gio and coughed, loudly into his hand.

 

"Hit-ugh, he-ugh-r." He hoped that his message had gotten across, otherwise, he'd have to take care of it himself, and his mother had taught him never to hit ladies.

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Agnes St. Werlock

Agnes had been about enjoy to a particularly juicy bite of steak when some little girl across from her decided to make the biggest mistake of her young life. Agi’s eyes instantly narrowed and her lips tightened. Hadn’t children been taught that you don’t fight at the dinner table? Honestly, parents were worthless these days. She let her fork drop, not paying attention to the rattling sound it made when it hit the plate. She was too busy deciding which method of pain would be most appropriate for this situation.

 

“Shut the hell up before I make you,” Agnes growled out, withdrawing her right hand from sight, purposefully keeping it close to her boot in case she’d need to grab her wand to shut the snot up. She didn’t know who this little plonker was and frankly she didn’t give a damn, however she wasn’t going to let someone treat her badly just because they didn’t like her robes.

 

“Little girl, I advise you to keep quiet or you’ll re--” The older brunette started, but she went dead silent as the words ‘too poor’ registered in her brain. For a moment she stilly sat there, eyes flashing in rage. Agnes was not sure if anyone else was talking, instead she concentrated on restraining herself from jumping across the table and beating the girl unconscious. It wasn’t a shocking thing to hear anymore, but it was a reminder of how sick people were. Thinking that just because they had a few extra galleons they owned the whole world and that they could do whatever the hell they wanted.

 

In an instant Agi seized her right hand downward and retrieved her wand from the side of her boot, then she quickly pointed it at the grubby little worm’s face, almost three years at Durmstrang had taught her to do this within a few seconds. Really, these little kids would have to learn to respect their elders someway, so why not a good old fashioned demonstration to keep the ickles from thinking they were suddenly better than everyone else? If nothing else it would put the fear of Merlin into them, those smarmy little maggots.

 

“Apologize or get sent to St. Mungo’s,” Agnes tone was flat, but anger could still be heard in it, it was taking quite a bit of energy to stop from screaming and hurling hexes left and right. She was been damn diplomatic, actually, giving the worm a choice and all. “Oh, and Maggot, this is why I’m a Slytherin,” She explained with a small and unhappy smile that faded away as quickly as it had came, “I don’t just lie down and let you insult me. I fight back.”

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Guest Miley Morgan

Miley stabbed her fork into a peice of turkey. It was the most interesting thing to do..other than insult the older girl. Miley giggled abit.

 

Miley started at the poor girl as she talked back. Yeah, yeah try and shut Miley up! Cuz I don't think anyones ever succeeded in doing such. Still, she could still try at least, they was no harm in that....or was there?

 

Okay, so some people go over the top, Miley realises that now!

 

Miley was shocked. Scared. What the hell was this girl doing?! Pointing her...wand at MILEY! Hey, yeah Miley was now attention no.1 but she didn't want it like this! Please put the wand away, serouisly. "I...er..." Miley squeaked out, it was all she could do. She was so shocked so had completley frozen. When would this girl calm down?? "Sorry...?" She finaly squeaked back to the girl. Honestly, she didn't have to be so darn rude to Miley!

“Oh, and Maggot, this is why I’m a Slytherin,” “I don’t just lie down and let you insult me. I fight back.”

Hupmh. If that's what you call fighting back then fine. Stupid ignorant girl! How dare she, right up close.. Oh it was an horrible experience. And on Mileys first day! She should be ashamed off herself. Honestly, trying to scare a little firstie when shes as big as...what ever year she was in! Shame on you....her.

 

Miley frowned and slammed her fork into her meat. Damn right rude...

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Micheal Leonki

Older women were so cool, Micheal decided as he watched the older Slytherin girl handle the problem. He was amazed at how quickly she had reacted and pulled out her wand. He bet that she was an old hat in the dueling chamber. He wondered if she'd call him a maggot if he complimented her on her ability to be a great Slytherin? How did one go about that? Wow, you threaten people in a way I've never seen? He doubted she would enjoy that.

 

Of course, being called a maggot might just be the way this girl rolled. He could roll like that too, he supposed, if it meant that she'd share some of her expertise with him.

 

"Wow, is that something they teach you in Slytherin? Or does it just come second nature to you?" He finally asked the girl. He was amazed at how Miley had suddenly turned to butter. He wished he could have that affect on people.

 

"Can you teach me how to do that? I know that I'd never be able to do that to older students, but wow, that was just, well, wow."

 

He had gone on long enough. He took a huge bite of Shepherd's Pie and went quiet.

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Charles Fortiori

Charles had been sitting throughout the whole interaction, finishing his meal quietly. Marvellous really, how in the first week the ickles were managing to cause trouble in their own house. Sly remarks and comments that were just verging on silly were fine when it was against an irritating person from, say, HUfflepuff, but to come to the Slytherin Table and try to start something there? It was asking for trouble, and not the fun kind either.

 

After putting down his knife and fork, Charles sat back, quite relaxed, and let out a low whistle that was only just audible above the noise of the busy hall. "Trouble already? My, my..." Charles once again surveyed the new First Years - not just those in front of him but all of them - wondering how many would be able to hack it for seven years. Personally, he found that keeping himself to himself had worked out alright for the last few years, but that had resulted in him only having a few acquaintances. Not that was too muich of a problem as he wasn't one for much conversation.

 

Charles' travelling eyes finally rested back on the girl who had just been put in her place by the Fourth Year. "I didn't quite catch your name." Charles understood the boy to be Micheal, so no need to ask him. Anyway, he seemed to be in the middle of an excited question time, and seeing as he was talking to the older girl, Charles didn't interrupt. When Micheal had finished, however, Charles looked to the Fourth year, and muttered quietly, "It seems we may be on the verge of an.... eventful year."

 

Charles sat for a few more moments, then reached for the pumpkin juice. If anything else was going to happen, he might as well have something to do while he waited.

Edited by Charles Fortiori

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Agnes St. Werlock

Oh sweet Merlin, Agnes felt cheesy. Honestly, This is why I’m a Slytherin? She didn’t even like being a Slytherin, though she couldn’t really see herself liking any other house either. Despite that she certainly didn’t have any sort of house pride, the only reason she had interest in winning the Pimp House Cup was that it would be a reflection of her hard work…and it would prove that not everyone in Slytherin was a total waste. Still, she had managed to put the little girl in her place, and hopefully she would stay there and not cause Agi any more problems.

 

Awkwardly Agnes bent down and shoved her wand back into the side of her boot, praying to Merlin that now she could go back to her nice quiet dinner. Lifting her fork back up, she became suitably annoyed when some little worm went off babbling to her. Honestly, did she have to murder someone and eat their eyes to be left alone!? For a moment she actually considered this before realizing that, obviously, there was a level of violence that just wasn’t appropriate at the dinner table. Perhaps later on in the commonroom if these issues persisted.

 

“Do they teach me what?” Agnes asked rudely, “how to threaten people?” She sighed darkly, attempting to try and not hex this annoying little boy until he couldn‘t recall what house he had just been sorted into. Did he really think all the Slytherins got together in the middle of the night and plotted ways to hurt others? …Well, all right, Agi decided, she really wouldn’t be shocked to find out that was true. In fact, it seemed rather likely, didn’t it? Not like she was going to be invited though.

 

“Kid, shut the hell up, I’m not teaching you a damn thing!” A frustrated Agi barked, slamming her hands down on the table for effect. Though all that did was cause her pumpkin juice to slosh about in it’s goblet. She turned away from the pestering little maggot, only to be spoken to by someone else she was unfamiliar with. What the hell!? And it was as if they were somehow comrades in a war against stupidity, what with his muttering about how eventful the year would be. Considering that last year, which she had only came back for the tail end of, involved her turning into a bride and thinking she was marrying Santa, she didn’t need anymore events, thanks. She was still quite sure her dead relatives were turning over in their graves. It was just disgraceful for a young Jewish girl to want to marry St. Nicholas, and she was rather sure it somehow broke some deep and important religious rule. It damn well had to.

 

“I…wait, do I even know you?” Agnes didn’t have the decency to mutter back, instead she asked in a rather loud and brutish manner, as she turned her eyes away from the him and focused on her nice non-speaking plate. “Either way, it would be a much more enjoyable year if everyone could just shut the hell up and study,” She remarked in a savage tone, unkindly stabbing a piece of steak and popping it into her mouth. Maybe they’d all get the hint.

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Nicholas J Hamblin

At a very noisy moment, a young gryffindor at the far end of the room stood on his bench, a nice and juicy steak and kidney pie in hand. "I have an announcement!" he called and the noise level abated slightly. "This school's greatest food fight is about to start. Heads up!" He then lobbed the pie in a high arc to the far side of the room.

 

It was headed right for the Slytherin table! and was it going to make a mushy splat when it hit!

 

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Gerald Arden

One more pass and then off to his dorm for a little studying time. Gerald completed a patrol of the castle a little over an hour ago and stopped by the Dueling Chamber to check on his list of opponents, Carmen Johnson replied. Good, good. She was experienced and would provide a challenge. Gerald wanted to simply head to his room and look over his OWL To Do list, but Prefect duty called and he had to make one last round through the Great Hall before retiring. Easy Peasy, nothing much happened there anyway. He trotted up the stairs from the Dungeons and walked toward the Great Hall doors, he furrowed his brow when an Ickle stumbled out with what looked like lasagna on her shoulder. No…no…noooo.

 

*creaks door open and peers inside. A glob of applesauce barely missed him as it crashes into the wall*

 

Gerald backed out and stared at the door for a few minutes. Shaking his head, he only wished one thing. That for the love of Odin, no Slytherin was mixed up in whatever mess was going on in the Hall. Whoa be them. He drew his wand, squared his shoulders and craned his neck. This was what he was pinned for. To bring law and order to the unwashed masses. Stop stalling and get your arse in there. Gerald shouldered the door open and with the dexterity born of Dueling and Quidditch, dodged two projectiles from different food groups, meat and dairy…lovely.

 

His first priority was to secure the Slytherin table. Threading his way towards the house dining area, Gerald searched the crowd and found one lone Slytherin among the throng. Vallmar. He grimaced and kept moving to the table. So help him if he sees Sean’s name on the list of those that caused them house points, someone was going to be skinned alive. Three more dodges later; Gerald arrived to find the Slytherin Table food free. Good. The food fight looked like a Gryffindor affair and as he was about to call to Sean a huge meat pie came hurtling at him. Ohnotheydidnt! He flicked his wand and the meat pie hovered above the pristine wooden table.

 

“Let’s test the Banishing Charm.” He whispered to himself. With a flourish and all the concentration he could muster. Gerald jerked his wand over and banished the meat pie away from Slytherin and over to…Oh Noes!...Ravenclaws Table. To his horror the meaty projectile headed straight for a certain Prefect that…oh man. This is going to be a shame. A dang shame.

 

*Sploit!!!* Nadia was hit with the meat pie. Now would be a good time to apparate or have a portkey handy.

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Woden

Woden flew into the freshly cleaned Great Hall. He was glad to have missed the food fight!

 

To the following person: Micah Cassidy

From the following person: Gretchen Hale-Fenton

In the following thread: Slytherin table, Great Hall

 

 

Message:

 

Dear Micah,

Your dad told me you got into Hogwarts. Congratulations, love! Of course I know all about that world. It's just that Joseph and I thought it better not to discuss it with you until we were sure you had any magic in you, and then..well, you know what happened then, don't you?

 

Anyway, the purpose of this letter is to invite you out to the states for Christmas holiday. Kareem and I have just rented a beach house on the Gulf Shore and I would love for you to meet him. He loves children so I'm sure he'll adore you. He's gotten very excited about the idea of you coming out here, tidying up and all. You'll even have your own room with its own entrance if you want your privacy. If you're like me, you will. Joseph told me you have my nose. I'm terribly sorry about that, Micah. He also said you've got my eyes and height. For that, I will only say you're welcome.

 

Kareem also says to tell you that we're right by the water and it's perfect for swimming. There are also a lot of other children here. Maybe you'll make a mate or two. I do hope you'll come. I've missed you. We need to talk.

 

Love,

Mum Gretchen

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Micah Cassidy

Micah was minding her own business eating her favorite meal (sausages and mashed potatoes mixed together with gravy on top, of course) when Woden dropped a bombshell in the form of a letter.

 

She still wasn't used to receiving letters by owl post, but swiftly and calmly took the letter anyway. Micah offered the owl a sausage from her plate and opened the envelope. She didn't stop to read the address. She assumed it was from Winchcombe from her father or Harlington Hayes from her aunt. It was neither. She frowned at the curly unfamiliar writing. Maybe it had been mis-delivered. She turned the envelope over and finally read the address.

 

Gretchen Hale-Fenton

1023 Akersville Lane

Ottotto, California, US

 

Micah almost gasped in surprise. How did her mother know where she was? She quickly found out by the first line of the letter. She'd been in contact with the man she so abruptly left six years ago? Well, in Gretchen's defense, she had never been much of a mother. Some people were just not cut out for a husband, a dog, and two kids. or one, in this case. She was her mother's only child, as far as she knew.

 

This was what made her think seriously about visiting her mother and future stepfather. Besides that, Micah had never been out of Britain. She'd only been to London twice in her life, counting the trip to platform 9 3/4. It would be an awkward visit and she knew she would more or less be left alone. She folded up the letter, finished her breakfast, and went to the Slytherin common room to accept the invitation. She just hoped her father wouldn't be too mad. With four other kids in the house, she probably wouldn't be missed.

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Angelique Paquet

Angelique waited for a few more minutes as the hat tried to decide where to put her. She could feel the indecision seeping out of the hat sitting on top of her head, shifting from idea to idea. It even considered the house of Hufflepuff, and Angelique was horrified when that came up, and it was immediately discarded by the hat. After a few moments, the hat spoke to her, and Angelique rolled her eyes at the random speech.

 

Hmmm... well, if it's fame you seek, it's fame you'll get. At least that's how it seems to me as I look inside your head. Your ambition will not be denied, as you would never let anyone get in your way. That says one thing to me and one thing alone- that you'd make a perfect... SLYTHERIN!

 

She knew that the last part had been yelled out to all of the great hall, and Angelique smirked. Pulling the disgusting thing off the top of her head, she stood up and made her way over to her new house. Sitting down at the table, she introduced herself to a few of the people sitting there, who were all older than her. She could sense that this would be a fun year.

 

***************

 

Soon, the sorting was over and the last person was sorted into Slytherin. Much to her dismay, most of the people that she had met were in fact, not sorted into Slytherin, but into Gryffindor and Ravenclaw, some even into Hufflepuff. Shrugging her shoulders, she turned back to her table to talk to her fellow Slytherins. Just then, the headmaster stood up and he introduced himself and a few new teachers, then let the food appear on the golden plates.

 

Smiling, Angelique filled her plate with a select few pieces of food, then picked up her fork and began eating her mashed potatoes. From where she was sitting, she could see Lorlei, one of the girl's that she had met on the train, stuffing her face in a rather disgusting way. Turning her face away, she continued to eat her food, taking sips of her pumpkin juice when needed and talking to other people during the meal.

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Micah Cassidy

"Thanks for carrying my books to breakfast, Rupert. I'll meet you after Herbology. Greenhouse three, remember." The small Ravenclaw first year who had several books in his arms gingerly laid them on the table in front of Micah and smiled bashfully.

 

"Okay," he agreed, turning to go to the Ravenclaw table to meet his friends. Micah watched as he sat down and said something to his friends. They all turned and smiled in much the same way Rupert had earlier. She gave them a little wave. To her dismay, they all turned beet red and turned back to their feet. Oh well. Three more members of her little first year fan club would be nice, but not necessary.

 

What WAS necessary was eating breakfast. Also, orange juice. She was feeling under the weather, and exams were soon. Micah knew from experience that she did not operate well when even a little sick. That was how she'd gotten a bad mark on her first year exams - she'd gotten some kind of bug and was made by the nurse in the hospital wing to stay in bed.

 

She pulled herself a big goblet of orange juice, and was about to take a big swig, when someone approached from the left. She got negative vibes even before she looked up to see who it was.

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Lisa Knox

Lisa yawned as she stretched her arms high over her head. Hogwarts was as boring as ever. But for today she didn't mind it since she was in a boring, and lazy mood. No classes nothing to do. Yeah that was Lisa's kind of day. She lazily made her way down to the Great Hall. It was breakfast time, and Lisa wasn't going to miss a nice helping off eggs. Man you had to be stupid not to like eggs. Who didn't like eggs? They were just too good. Especially scrambled eggs with ketchup. Ok thinking about eggs was making her hungry. Lisa started sprinting in the corridors, she wanted her eggs to be nice, and warm.

 

She made her way pas the obnoxious people in the corridors pushing her way into people. Why did people stand right in the middle of the corridors to talk to someone? The corridors were for walking, or in Lisa's case running. Not chatting your effin brains out! So don't bloody do it! Lisa finally reached the Great Hall. And lucky her. There weren't that many people there. She strutted her way to the table and stat down at the area with the most eggs. She filled her plate up and pored some chocolate milk for her self. You couldn't have breakfast without chocolate milk.

 

As she was about to dig in she realized there was something that was missing on her plate. BACON! She had no bloody bacon! She looked around her small area of the table trying to find it. Damn where the hell was it? The bacon plate was empty, and more didn't seem to be showing up. Lisa sighed angrily as she looked to the side of her. She hadn't realized who was sitting next to her but when she did she scowled. She thought she sensed a bad vibe. Bloody Micah Cassidy. Lisa looked at Micah's plate. AH HA! The bacon! Lisa knew she smelt a pig. A big fat ugly pig named Micah. Lisa quickly reached her had over to Micah's plate attempting to steal some bacon. Micah pretty much just grabbed it all! And Lisa being Lisa wasn't going to stand for that.

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Micah Cassidy

Oh great. The first thing in the morning, Lisa Knox. What a wonderful start to a wonderful day. Micah absolutely adored Lisa Knox!

 

Yeah, not in this universe. Lisa was sitting so close Micah could smell her shampoo. It almost made her gag. Of course, she didn't realize it was the very same shampoo she herself used. If she did, she would say there was something in Lisa's genes that made it smell wretched on Lisa, and wonderful on herself.

 

Micah balled her hand into a fist, clearly peeved, when Lisa sighed. It was like nails on a chalkboard. It grated on her nerves. Then the unthinkable happened. Lisa actually touched her plate.

 

Lisa touched her plate.

 

Lisa TOUCHED her plate with her germ ridden hand, and stole her bacon.

 

At first, Micah tried to be cool. Then, as the seconds ticked by and she stared down at her food, it began to look disgusting and she had to push it away. She felt as if she was going to be sick. She poured a goblet of water as quickly as she could, swallowing down the bile that threatened to come up. No one ever said Micah Cassidy was normal. She drained the goblet and turned to Lisa.

 

"Why did you have to do that? You know that disturbs me." Maybe not an accurate word to describe what it did. There wasn't a word strong enough to describe. Of course, that's probably why she did it. To disturb Micah. Lisa was truly the bane of her existence.

Edited by Micah Cassidy

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