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Angie · 01-02-2011, 04:01 AM

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Originally Posted by Tazenhani

It never failed. Somehow between the time the Express pulled in and everyone piled off, he managed to loose track of his friends. One by one or in a groups. It simply never failed that he entered the hall on his own. Not that tradition was a bad thing, just rather strange.

Shifting the alignment of one of the shoulder seam of his robe, Sabel took a moment to linger in the enterance way of the hall, his eyes gliding over the house tables and then the staff tables. Nothing seemed to have changed, but then so many things had changed. His last year. It had sort of a strange ring to it. Not so much as Kellen being Head Boy, but change could, and often was, good.

With a small sigh, he headed over to the Gryffindor table and took a seat, letting his eyes graze over those students already present. He didn't recognize many of them, but then again, people were always coming and going from Hogwarts. "Hey everyone." He thought he caught mention of some sort of house cookies, but he figured it was best to focus his attention on which pitcher held the water and which the pumpkin juice.

Not for the first time --nor was it the last-- Greer had grown separated from her small group of friends before the feast started. It also did not help that her friends in question were all in different houses, and that she grew distracted more often than necessary. And since safety was in number, as she'd heard several times before by old people, McKensie stuck to the pack of Gryffindors, and follow them to the Lion's table.

When they reached it, the blonde considered her options. Sitting with people of around her own age, or sitting with the elders; for her, it was no brainer. After so many (read: two) run-ins with half-goblins that may or may not be kidnappers in disguise (they were not), the young Gryffindor decided that it would be wise to find herself a body guard.

Sneakily, the curly-haired child followed a tall and significantly older fellow Gryffindor, and claimed the spot right next to him. Humming happily under her breath, McKensie shifted her face to examine the boy's profile, staring at him longer than it could be considered polite. Absently, Greer raised a pale eyebrow as she did so.

He'd do for now. Or at least until she found Legend Chosen.

"Sir, do you consider yourself an expert in protective spells?"

01-02-2011, 04:01 AM	#51 (permalink)
Angie DoM Veela Join Date: Sep 2007 Location: Themyscira Posts: 37,610 Hogwarts RPG Name: Nerissa M. Tate Sixth Year x8	Grabs :D Wowza! Quote: Originally Posted by Tazenhani It never failed. Somehow between the time the Express pulled in and everyone piled off, he managed to loose track of his friends. One by one or in a groups. It simply never failed that he entered the hall on his own. Not that tradition was a bad thing, just rather strange. Shifting the alignment of one of the shoulder seam of his robe, Sabel took a moment to linger in the enterance way of the hall, his eyes gliding over the house tables and then the staff tables. Nothing seemed to have changed, but then so many things had changed. His last year. It had sort of a strange ring to it. Not so much as Kellen being Head Boy, but change could, and often was, good. With a small sigh, he headed over to the Gryffindor table and took a seat, letting his eyes graze over those students already present. He didn't recognize many of them, but then again, people were always coming and going from Hogwarts. "Hey everyone." He thought he caught mention of some sort of house cookies, but he figured it was best to focus his attention on which pitcher held the water and which the pumpkin juice. Not for the first time --nor was it the last-- Greer had grown separated from her small group of friends before the feast started. It also did not help that her friends in question were all in different houses, and that she grew distracted more often than necessary. And since safety was in number, as she'd heard several times before by old people, McKensie stuck to the pack of Gryffindors, and follow them to the Lion's table. When they reached it, the blonde considered her options. Sitting with people of around her own age, or sitting with the elders; for her, it was no brainer. After so many (read: two) run-ins with half-goblins that may or may not be kidnappers in disguise (they were not), the young Gryffindor decided that it would be wise to find herself a body guard. Sneakily, the curly-haired child followed a tall and significantly older fellow Gryffindor, and claimed the spot right next to him. Humming happily under her breath, McKensie shifted her face to examine the boy's profile, staring at him longer than it could be considered polite. Absently, Greer raised a pale eyebrow as she did so. He'd do for now. Or at least until she found Legend Chosen. "Sir, do you consider yourself an expert in protective spells?" __________________