Ravenclaws seemed to be trickling rather slowly into the Great Hall, and Mo was able to find a seat quickly. It was better than having to squeeze in next to someone later, he figured, and he was able to take up a bit of space for the time being. He put up his feet on the bench and casually stacked all the plastic cups on his side of the table into a giant tower.
NBD, just being awesome.
There was Ethan, with a prefect badge. That was cool... Ethan was practically a mate, considering they played Quidditch together. And there was precious Aquila, who still managed to look like she'd never seen even TABLES before.
And then some unknown folks. Mo nodded to the boy at his unsanitary comment. "I think they're safe, actually. You just rubbish bin them once you're done. Sort of wasteful, plus we have loads of nice cutlery and stuff here. But maybe it's supposed to feel like a picnic? In the spirit of things, what?"
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The blonde looked up from her plate. A couple of boys had sat down, one of whom was wearing a Prefect's badge. He was definitely a fair bit older than Niamh. The other boy looked about the same age as her. But another girl had also arrived at the table by this time too. Niamh aimed a smile in her direction, There was a chance she could be in the same year as the ex-Beauxbatons student. But, oh what was this, she was talking to one of the boys. Her smile vanishing, Niamh looked away quickly. She didn't want to be seen to intrude on their conversation. Perhaps they knew each other. Niamh sighed. Starting school at any time other than the beginning of First Year was evidently going to stink. Besides, she missed her blue satin uniform.
And a girl he didn't recognize either, although she looked less aggrieved by the plates and things. Mo gave her a nod as well before leaning in and whispering, "You're a bit tall for a first year. Plus... don't I know you from somewhere? Did you go to Beauxbatons before transferring? I'm Marcus Orion Branxton, by the way."