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MuggleDinosaur · 05-04-2013, 11:45 PM

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Originally Posted by dansgurl

She didn't care about the dishes. NO. She did not. And she'd never really cared about anything before. But this is mad...

This couldn't be happening! Shouldn't! She walked the length of the Gryffindor Table and slumped into the table, rather reluctantly. Head in her hands, she began to curse the Sorting Hat.

Stupid, idiotic, egoistic....argh! MAD HAT!

"Bravery above all! Who asked for that!" she said, loud. Freaking Gryffindor! Her dad had been wrong. Dad lied to me. It placed me in Gryffindor! She jerked and looked across the hall. Zyanya was seated snugly at the Ravenclaw Table.

WHY?! WHY ME? She glared at anyone who caught her eye. She didn't want this....NO!

Must talk to someone. Yes,yes...

For the first time in her life, she was getting tensed and angrier. And she had NEVER been tensed ~~rule out angrier~~. The sorting hat had placed her in Gryffindor. She looked at the Slytherin Table. Her house, that was her house. Slytherin. Slytherin.

Nash walked over to the Gryffindor table, he wanted to make some Gryffindor friends, this house had to be a lot better than Hufflepuff
But he knew that his heart would lie in Slytherin. He just knew it. But no sense in being so mad about it? Right? Nashville shrugged. Well he could make the best of it? Yes?

Nashy looked around to see who he might want to talk to or if they looked like someone who would talk to him in return. His eyes darted at a girl wo didn't seem so happy about being placed in Gryffindor. Nash walked over to her.

There was an empty seat near her. "Are you alright? Did the stupid hat get your sorted wrong too?" his Brazilian accent had shown through once again. "Would it be alright if I sat next to you?" Nashville smiled.

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Originally Posted by iBeJenn

Melanie was quite fond of the school uniforms. It was strange but she liked it. Humming to herself an old song from like... almost a century ago, she walked into the Great Hall and towards the Gryffindor table. Same old, same old. Except it wasn't "same old, same old"... not really. A sixth year. She was a sixth year. Spotting Christmas, Melanie smiled and wiggled her fingers in greeting before plopping herself down at a random seat.

This was definitely not "same old, same old"... because "same old, same old" didn't mean plastic silverware and foam plates and red cups. What was going on? Melanie looked at her spork, holding it up at the ceiling and trying to see what was special about it. There was nothing special about it other than the way it was plastic and it was plastic.

Well then... Melanie set the spork down and straightened it. She wondered what had happened.

OH MY GOODNESS, NO WAY! Haha! It was Melanie. Did she every tell him that she was a Gryffindor? He pokes his head, as if it would help him remember...but it failed. Nashville waved to her, he even jumped up and down for a bit, maybe she would see him. But if that fails he would continue to looked like an embarrassment.

"MELANIE!"

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Originally Posted by Saz Hale

Christmas entered the great hall glad to be back at school but as she took her seat at the Gryffindor table she noticed the old banner and the different things on the table what on earth was going on

Well he didn't really know anybody but he really did want to meet new people and to be friends with Gryffindor's because they wear red of course...although he really did like purple and orange a lot. Nashville wondered why none of the houses had purple or orange. Why?

What about them having Christmas colors? YES! That would be awesome because then you would be able to sing Christmas song all year 'round and who doesn't like Christmas songs? Well boring people of course.

Nashville found an empty seat but he didn't know if he was allowed to sit there so he went up to the girl to ask her. "Excuse me, Miss is anyone sitting next to you?" Like a proper gentleman, Nash beamed as his Brazilian accent had seemed a little thicker than normal but hopefully the girl would understand what he was saying.

05-04-2013, 11:45 PM	#29 (permalink)
MuggleDinosaur Erkling Join Date: Jul 2009 Location: lost in the mountain Posts: 20,576 Hogwarts RPG Name: Periwinkle Evie Paeng Slytherin Fifth Year	Bre Bear \| Asherine \| Whisper \| Kemmy \| Raeney \| Madyra \| Bumble Bee Quote: Originally Posted by dansgurl She didn't care about the dishes. NO. She did not. And she'd never really cared about anything before. But this is mad... This couldn't be happening! Shouldn't! She walked the length of the Gryffindor Table and slumped into the table, rather reluctantly. Head in her hands, she began to curse the Sorting Hat. Stupid, idiotic, egoistic....argh! MAD HAT! "Bravery above all! Who asked for that!" she said, loud. Freaking Gryffindor! Her dad had been wrong. Dad lied to me. It placed me in Gryffindor! She jerked and looked across the hall. Zyanya was seated snugly at the Ravenclaw Table. WHY?! WHY ME? She glared at anyone who caught her eye. She didn't want this....NO! Must talk to someone. Yes,yes... For the first time in her life, she was getting tensed and angrier. And she had NEVER been tensed ~~rule out angrier~~. The sorting hat had placed her in Gryffindor. She looked at the Slytherin Table. Her house, that was her house. Slytherin. Slytherin. Nash walked over to the Gryffindor table, he wanted to make some Gryffindor friends, this house had to be a lot better than Hufflepuff But he knew that his heart would lie in Slytherin. He just knew it. But no sense in being so mad about it? Right? Nashville shrugged. Well he could make the best of it? Yes? Nashy looked around to see who he might want to talk to or if they looked like someone who would talk to him in return. His eyes darted at a girl wo didn't seem so happy about being placed in Gryffindor. Nash walked over to her. There was an empty seat near her. "Are you alright? Did the stupid hat get your sorted wrong too?" his Brazilian accent had shown through once again. "Would it be alright if I sat next to you?" Nashville smiled. Quote: Originally Posted by iBeJenn Melanie was quite fond of the school uniforms. It was strange but she liked it. Humming to herself an old song from like... almost a century ago, she walked into the Great Hall and towards the Gryffindor table. Same old, same old. Except it wasn't "same old, same old"... not really. A sixth year. She was a sixth year. Spotting Christmas, Melanie smiled and wiggled her fingers in greeting before plopping herself down at a random seat. This was definitely not "same old, same old"... because "same old, same old" didn't mean plastic silverware and foam plates and red cups. What was going on? Melanie looked at her spork, holding it up at the ceiling and trying to see what was special about it. There was nothing special about it other than the way it was plastic and it was plastic. Well then... Melanie set the spork down and straightened it. She wondered what had happened. OH MY GOODNESS, NO WAY! Haha! It was Melanie. Did she every tell him that she was a Gryffindor? He pokes his head, as if it would help him remember...but it failed. Nashville waved to her, he even jumped up and down for a bit, maybe she would see him. But if that fails he would continue to looked like an embarrassment. "MELANIE!" Quote: Originally Posted by Saz Hale Christmas entered the great hall glad to be back at school but as she took her seat at the Gryffindor table she noticed the old banner and the different things on the table what on earth was going on Well he didn't really know anybody but he really did want to meet new people and to be friends with Gryffindor's because they wear red of course...although he really did like purple and orange a lot. Nashville wondered why none of the houses had purple or orange. Why? What about them having Christmas colors? YES! That would be awesome because then you would be able to sing Christmas song all year 'round and who doesn't like Christmas songs? Well boring people of course. Nashville found an empty seat but he didn't know if he was allowed to sit there so he went up to the girl to ask her. "Excuse me, Miss is anyone sitting next to you?" Like a proper gentleman, Nash beamed as his Brazilian accent had seemed a little thicker than normal but hopefully the girl would understand what he was saying. __________________ maybe that plane wouldn't ever take off maybe that dust wouldn't fly off the drive maybe that tumbleweed and me wouldn't leave every other sunrise