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TwistedHearts 
Zara saw from across the table a guy who was talking to another guy. He seemed to look like a student from higher years. Probably a second year or third year. 'This is it.' Zara thought. 'I'll go up and introduce myself to a student from a higher level.' She summoned up all her courage, after all, she was a Gryffindor. She stood up from her seat and marched all the way across the table until she reached the boy. Standing behind him, Zara closed her eyes while saying to herself, 'You're a Gryffindor, Zara. Be brave. Be brave. You're only gonna introduce yourself.'
Then she poked the back of the boy with her finger, and waited for him to turn and notice her.
As Christopher continued to wait for Levi (who was seeming quite glum) to respond, he felt something pointy jab him in the back.
"Ow..." He mumbled softly to himself. He turned around to see a young girl looking expectantly at him.
"Oh, sorry, am I in your seat?" He hadn't really been welcome anywhere, but he was used it by now. He glanced over at his friend... well they weren't exactly friends... but Levi. He seemed to take no notice, so Christopher began to stand up to let the small girl to have her seat back.
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Englandrules83 Matilda: Can I call you Chris? Yes I am pureblood witch. Yes my parents were in Gryffindor too. Sorry if I have been so harsh towards the Slytherin house but the thing is that I don't have any friends in that house all my friends which I know already are in the Gryffindor house like Jordan,Thomas,Ariella and you but if you can be so nice and introduce some of your Slytherin friends to me I would appreciate that indeed so much.So what is your bloodstatus?Did I talk too much?If I am talking too much please tell me.
Christopher smiled and nodded. This girl was so awkward, but he thought she was just so adorable! Like a puppy or something!
"Yes, of course! Most of my frineds call me Chris, actually. I'd be happy to introduce you to them, but they're a bit older than you. Why don't you just go talk to them? Making friends yourself is pretty important, you know!" Yes, Matilda would have a bit of trouble if she couldn't make friends on her own.
"Do you have any nicknames I can call you? Perhaps Matti?" Heh, that was a good one.
Christopher began to feel a little uncomfortable when she asked his bloodstatus.
"Well, I'm Muggleborn, but you probably shouldn't just go around asking bloodstatus. You shouldn't care whether someone is pureblood, Muggleborn, or half-blood. Prejudice isn't a good thing, little Matti." Quote:
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affy7ann "Hello there," Tayla said, approaching a boy who seemed lonely. "Enjoying the feast?"
"Hi, my name is Tayla. What's yours?" Tayla said with a smile.
Christopher glanced up at the sound of a tiny girl's voice. So many first year girls talked to him! It was a little strange, really.....
"Yes, thanks. Are you? Congratulations on getting into Gryffindor, by the way." The third year grinned at her.
"Hi Tayla, I'm Christopher!" Making friends was actually pretty nice.
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fanficfanatict Selina felt her blood grow cold. He had said that his owl had sent the letters and she had seen Violet write him a letter every other day. So why had the letters not reached the pair of them. But then she felt the letter in her pocket burn. Nathan had told her to give the letter to Violet and she would have to give it to her later, but what if he was the one who had been keeping the letters from the two. He had spent most of his summer at Whitley Hall and had developed a thing for Violet. Nathan was a great guy, but he was not one to take his feelings lightly. It all made sense. Nathan had their letters. He was the reason why contact between the two did not pull through.
"Oh yeah, you un, should bring that owl to the vet. Um how old is he?" Her palms were sweaty. This was bad.
Christopher looked back up at Selina, and she looked mortified. Almost like she'd seen a ghost. Maybe she knew the reason as to why he couldn't get ahold of Violet all summer! Wait, was she sweating? Selina wasn't one to get get really worried about anything unless it was serious. Had Violet just ignored him and he was starting to guess? He sure hoped not.
"Baltimore is only about four or five, I only have had him for three years." He was pretty sure that was not a long time.
"Selina, I work at animal shelters, volunteer at Veterinary Clinics, and read about this kind of thing all the time. My owl is fine, unless someone has cursed him, which would be completely absurd."
Selina grew paler at this. Now he was starting to get a little freaked out.
"Selina....... Is everything all right?" Uh oh.
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MissFeenella Fee let her eyes wander the Gryffindor table.Where were her friends?She probably looked silly sitting here at the Gryffindor table all alone with her Slytherin uniform on.Gaaah.She had almost given up as a familiar head popped up in her view.Christopher.The blonde hadnt met since they've been at the ice cream parlor.Much too long.Getting up the blonde walked into his direction and smiled.Yaaay for finding your friends.Noticing the free sea next to him the third year plopped down on it and beamed at him."Heeeyyy Christibear",she said in a clam ton giggling a little.
Christopher looked up and saw a bold green badge flashing at him, setting itself apart from the rest of the scarlet ones surrounding him. He glanced upward and saw the blonde walking in his direction. "Feenella!" He smiled up at her, but the smile soon faded at his nickname.
"Oh ha- ha- ha-. Very funny!" He teased her. His younger sister's nickname for him was mortifying, and Feenella knew how he hated it so.
"So apart from calling me embarassing nicknames, have you been having a fun feast?" Quote:
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Rockywizardia Startled, Levi glanced up and tried to mask his look of displeasure when the younger boy occupied a seat next to him. He wanted to groan, but he did so mentally. He was hoping somebody else was going to sit there before Christopher did. Perhaps a girl or maybe a new person he could befriend. He really wasn't in the mood to deal with this kid. He was tempted to inch away as a means to give himself space but he wasn't that rude.
What was even more surprising was how nice the shorter kid was treating him as well. He figured he would have tried to call him out for what happened on the train ride home last semester. The proffered handshake had almost resulted in Levi snapping one of his fingers in a fit of irritation. No matter what the circumstance was, the kid always seemed to appear at wrong and unwanted times.
He nodded at Christopher, quickly shoving a piece of bread in his mouth so he wouldn't have to say hi or smile at him. He didn't have the energy to feign cheerfulness at this time of the day. He was trying to mend his relationship with Cass and on the train, he had confessed to her about his not-so satisfactory home life, as evidenced by the new scar running down the side of his face. She hadn't even seen the bruises on his arms but he wouldn't subject her to that despondency. She already knew everything about him but Christopher had no clue...about anything. Why was he trying to be his friend? What was the point?
"Fine," the fourth year mumbled in response. When reality, his summer sucked. "Yours?"
Levi seemed quite glum. He barely acknowledged Christopher, really. All the third year got from the older boy was a quick nod and two words.
"Well, it wasn't the best." He shrugged. Atleast his mum had been somewhat less abusive. Somewhat. That's when he noticed a long, thin scar running down the dark boy's face.
"Oh, my, Levi are you alright?" He asked nodding towards the scar, his voice full of concern. It reminded him too much of the large gash on the back of his own head. Not to mention the bruises and other cuts covering the rest of him. But he didn't want to asume anything, so if Levi really was in the same situation as him, Christopher would not press the matter. He didn't like talking about it either. Plus Levi had seemed less than friendly towards him lately, and he didn't need any other reason for the older boy to be upset.