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Dale McQueen-Trengrove

"Not when those people are in the house," he told @Killian Dracel as he saw Darby and Leon sit down one right after the other. "I'd hardly call them noble. Surprised Salazar Slytherin let their kind into our house." 

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Julian Banagher

"They aren't fit to sleep indoors," Julian sneered at Leon and Darby, who had also made it into Slytherin house. 

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Rivorn J. Moray

"Like you said, if the Great Salazar thinks they are good enough, then they are good enough. It seems folly to speak badly about our founder." He wanted to ask of which kind he spoke of, but his instinct warned him against it. Rivorn knew they must be talking about half-bloods. 

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Eleanor Malverne

Boys were so passé. Honestly, Eleanor just wanted to enjoy her skirt steak in peace.

 

She ripped a savage bite and chewed judgmentally, mouth closed.

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Margarleon Turpentine

Leon had purposely sat far away from Julian and Dale... well, as far as could be managed, and had kept his head bowed, hoping they hadn't noticed him. It was too high of a hope, judging by @Julian Banagher's call towards him. 

 

Cursing under his breath, he thanked Merlin he at least had his sister, @Darby Turpentine, next to him in Slytherin. "You too, Juju!" He called back, a sardonic smirk coming onto his features. If he was going to have to deal with names he didn't like being called, so was Julian. But his fists still curled together tightly, bracing for a fight if Julian were to push it.

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Honorine Nott

Honorine popped a fresh chip in her mouth, assessing the new boys for a moment.

 

"You literally smell like an onion," she informed @Dale McQueen-Trengrove. "If anything doesn't belong in this noble house of Slytherin, it's your pits."

 

She turned to Eleanor. "Pass the salt, please?"

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Dale McQueen-Trengrove

He glared at @Honorine Nott. "There are worse things to smell like than onions. Besides you should be glad Leon and Darby are sitting away from you. They smell like urine." 

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Eleanor Malverne

She wrinkled her nose to emphasize Honorine's point. "And you look like a cross between a shovel and a house elf," Eleanor followed up to @Julian Banagher.

 

Cue another carnivorous bite of steak.

 

"Why, yes, here you are Honorine," Ellie said with characteristic politeness. Girlz rule.

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Covey Alexanders Weber

Covey sat nearby and giggled unobtrusively under her breath at the sight of Eleanor and Hen ripping the new boys apart. She herself was nowhere near pure enough of blood to belong in Slytherin, according to these louts, but she didn't care.

 

She wasn't about to flaunt that fact, but that was beside the point.

 

"Butter, Eleanor?" ?

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Pali Dotchev

Pali was pureblood. Technically. But it wasn't something she really thought about much. Though now her head turned side to side as each girls spoke she couldn't help but dwell on it. 

 

"Um.." Nudging @Pascha Dotchev she gave him a sideways look and then looked back to the girls she shared a dorm with "Can I have the peas pleeeeeassse" 

 

Pali didn't care for Peas, but she wanted to fit in by any means.

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Gulliver Nott

"Peace?" Gulliver shook himself out of a stupor so heavy and folded up that he was leaned forward and almost into his potatoes.

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Covey Alexanders Weber

"No, Gull, peas," Covey corrected Gulliver, patting him softly on the tired curve of his back before reaching over him to grab a bowl of peas to pass along to @Pali Dotchev, who was clearly not finding the situation silly at all.

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Pali Dotchev

Pali gave @Gulliver Nott a toothy grin, waving at him "Hai I'm Pali!" a new friend. Hurray. Little did she know who's little brother he was. 

 

"No the green things. Though er...not the brussel sprouts, they're yuky!" Smiling softly, she nodded at Covey thanking her for the peas. Now to try and not drop the bowl. It was a little heavy. She stood up, trying to steady herself. Though it didn't last long. There was a clatter of the metal hitting the table and then hundreds of tiny green peas went flying in every direction. 

 

 

"oh. Oops." 

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Amelia Martin

Amelia snorted with laughter at Julian's aside toward Leon. From her seat beside Dale, she called out, "Yeah, Margie! Welcome to Slytherin." Julian was annoying enough, but he hated @Margarleon Turpentine about as much as she did, so there was also a level of camaraderie there as well. Both of the Turpentine siblings were horrible, and poor, and just infected whatever they touched. Slytherin had really taken a hit with the two.

 

Looking over at the ribbing both Dale and Julian were receiving from two less-than-pretty older girls, Amelia slowly raised her eyebrows in an "I'm not impressed" sort of look, before looking away. Normally, she might have taken up for her friend (Dale), but he was a little ripe. She herself smelled like satsumas and sunflowers.

 

Examining the food before her, Amelia decided on a butternut squash soup to begin with.

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Valencia Valezquez Reyes

Valencia’s worry subsided momentarily – she had a house, she belonged somewhere. But… she was in Slytherin… and somehow… walking from the sorting hat to her table, she didn’t feel particularly welcomed. Anxiety began to bubble up in her again. She knew no one, and nothing about her new home.  She didn’t like not knowing; the unknown was a scary place.

 

As she sat down, Valencia observed some boys in her year talking like complete gits.  Ugh.. she was never going to fit in. They were going to judge her, and hate her, and she as going to be friendless forever. Keeping her head down, Valencia scooped some potatoes onto her plate. She carefully avoided making direct eye contact with anyone; a conversation was something she wanted to avoid at all costs.

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Willa Henry

Willa had been relieved when Amelia sat far away from her at the Slytherin table. With the nerves swirling in her stomach, Willa wasn't sure she'd have been able to eat a bite during dinner if Amelia had decided to grace Willa with her presence that night. Instead she was sitting near Dale and Julian, and Willa narrowed her eyes as she looked at the three of them harassing other first years. Yup, she was better off sitting a ways away from them. 

 

"Um, pass the potatoes?" Willa asked a classmate, @Valencia Valezquez Reyes, she was pretty sure was her year and had just been sorted with her. They weren't really surrounded by other first years, and Willa felt more comfortable with the idea that she might not be hexed or harassed by other Slytherins just yet. Until she got used to her surroundings, she was going to try and keep a low profile.

 

"My name's Willa! What's your's?" She asked as she added something green-looking to her plate. Her da and Margaret had always stressed that Willa include something healthy on every plate, even if it was the tiniest drop of green.

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Julian Banagher

“You must have me confused with a mirror,” Julian said dryly to @Eleanor Malverne.

 

He decided to ignore Leon for now. He’d get his revenge—all he had to do was wait.

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Eleanor Malverne

How did @Covey Alexanders Weber know that just at that moment, Eleanor craved butter for her roll? Friendship goals.

 

"Why, yes, thank you Covey."

 

She began buttering said roll, raising her eyes in one of the mean first year's general direction. "You think look like a house elf? Have you seen me?"

 

She tossed her curls back. "See you in the Dueling Chamber, hot stuff."

 

Roll buttered, bite taken.

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Valencia Valezquez Reyes

Valencia was so focused on avoiding all things social that she nearly missed  @Willa Henrygreeting her. “Hmm.” Potatoes? They were in her hands... “Oh, yeah here, hi...”. She passed them over to her housemate. 

 

“I’m Valencia.” She completed her introduction. Not really sure what else to say, Valencia stuffed her face with potatoes.  

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Darby Turpentine

Darby glowered in the general direction of @Dale McQueen-Trengrove and @Julian Banagher but sunk lower into her seat, as if she could cast herself invisible at being called out for smelling of bodily functions.

 

She surreptitiously smelled her robes and shrugged to herself. She didn't smell like urine. :(  Why couldn't Tweedles Dee and Dumb have been put in Gryffindor, where their obnoxious brat-like personalities belonged?! It was going to be a long year.

 

As a condiment was passed along the table, Darby dutifully stuck out her hand and shifted it further in the direction it was going without comment.  Maybe if she thought about it really hard, she could make herself and her brother Leon invisible?  Would that help? Probably not, Margie was about to start a fight, no doubt.

 

Recognizing the signs of impending violence, Darby made quick work of all the food she could reach.  When, not if, she had to make a run for it - she wanted to be as fueled as possible.

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Pali Dotchev

Pali had been fairly downtrodden lately. She had never dealt with her emotions and feelings properly, and by bottling them up it had caused some sort of weird break. She wasn't herself as she sat with tidy hair because she wasn't running around as much. Her unifrom was tidy and she was actually wearing her house robes and tie like she was supposed to. Her shoes were plain black and totally in contrast to herself holographic sneakers or glittery silver wellies. 

 

Worst of all she wasn't even really smiling. 

 

Well not really. Her dinner had cheered her up slightly. Sausages and chips with far too much ketchup splattered over it all. As she sat alone her eyes were focused on her dinner. If she finished it quick enough she could go back to her dorm room and not have to actually really speak to anyone. Except maybe Pascha. She'd have to bug him at some stage. He was the only one who knew how to do her homework properly. 

 

Frowning she eventually lifted her gaze, she had to. There was no salt on her chips, and none within her reach. Sighing she forced herself to look at one of the younger students at the table. Clearing her throat she paused, eventually forcing herself to speak "Could you pass the Salt please?" 

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Willa Henry

Willa hadn't meant to spend so much time at the table. She'd intended to stuff as much food down her throat as she could in a short period of time before she rushed off to the dueling chamber for the few free moments she had that afternoon. But she'd gotten distracted by the mail, with her step-mum sending her the latest issue of Witch Weekly that Willa had quickly put inside of a textbook as she pretended to be interested in the Battle of Hogwarts. 

 

As if. 

 

Instead, Willa had written home a few days earlier asking Margaret for a subscription and giving a vague reason that Margaret hadn't questioned. She'd just sent a short note back, adding that she was happy Willa felt like she could reach out to her and a new photo of her da in his fire-proof clothing. 

 

"What?" Willa had been almost nose-deep in her textbook that she didn't hear someone speaking to her as she tried to understand why older girls worried about what color pink to wear on their lips (weren't all lips pink?) until she looked up and noticed Pali staring at her. Willa tried to rush through anything she'd heard in the last few minutes before it suddenly clicked what Pali would want. Salt. 

 

"Here you go, Pali!" She answered, sliding the condiment in to the older girl's reach and shutting her textbook in case any nosey person came to see what she was reading. "Where are your sparkly shoes?" 

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Pali Dotchev

Pali watched the younger student closely, waiting for an answer. Her rounded lips hung open, as if she was going to say something, but then didn't. 

 

Leaning forward to take the salt she nodded quietly in acknowledgement "Thank you." She just about managed a meek smile for Willa before she liberally applied salt to her chips, looking down. As she reached for the Ketchup, Willa asked her something. Glancing up to Willa again her face was almost morose. It was tired, and dejected. Biting down on her lip she looked down again, searching for an answer. 

 

Eventually she just shrugged, unable to come up with an answer "They're in my dorm. I guess I just....forgot them today" She held eye contact for another half a second before she dropped her gaze again. Instead concentration on making a Jackson Pollock replica with her ketchup over her chips. 

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Pali Dotchev

VH40 ALIVE AND KICKING 

 

It had only been a number of days since September first, and Pali was still struggling to get back into routine. Dark circles bagged under her eyes as she tried to eat her cereal this morning. Half asleep she rubbed at bleary eyes with her right hand, her left hand clasping a spoon and pushing chocolate puffs around a bowl of milk. 

 

Being back with the girls in the dorm had been fun and led to late nights, but the early mornings were killing her.

 

Eyeing the coffee pot she piped up to someone not too far away "Uh....how do you make coffee?" Like Pali Dotchev really needed to start drinking coffee and be even more wired than she normally was. 

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Juan Garcia

Juan was never particularly skilled at making anything food-related. His cakes fell apart, he boiled water, and even his instant noodles ended up being hard as rocks. So when tiny little Pali asked how to make coffee, he gave her the only instruction he knew.

 

“You should ask an adult,” he murmured, biting into a croissant. And then he realised… oh god. I’m an adult.

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