Seventh year. Bring it.
Although she had been worrying the entire day about the fact that this was her final year, Gwen was in a good mood now. Finally. She was happy to be back, and obviously eager to see what has changed around Hogwarts. That, and she decided she had to catch up with her friends. Mhm. But first- she had to stop by the Ravenclaw table.
With a huge GRIN on her face, the seventh year approached the Ravenclaw house table.
‘Hi everyone’, she said cheerfully before attempting to find a seat.
SPOILER!!: giant_squid_fan
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Niamh Anfield-Hope sat down primly. She had heard great things about the Hogwarts feasts, but the view displayed before her hazel eyes didn't add up to the glorious stories at all. Why, there were plastic and paper picnic utensils!! The fourteen year old gasped in horror.Why on Earth did Mum and Papa send me here?!!!" With no one to talk to Niamh stared sorrowfully at the paper plate in front of her. Why couldn't they let me stay at Beauxbatons?She mourned, inwardly. I was happy there. I had friends. This lot have had three years to make friends. There won't be room for me. "Blow parents!" She griped out loud.
Not meaning to, the seventh year overheard a younger student. Erm. Gwen just stared at the girl in disbelief.
*raises eyebrow*
Really? Who wouldn’t like to be here?! This girl, apparently. Shocking.
‘Are you alright?’, Gwen asked, not being rude this time.
SPOILER!!: Ethan
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emjay Ethan headed into the Great Hall slowly, his eyes falling on the surroundings. He was never the type of person to be overly excited for school and he was in a somewhat conflicted mood today. Glad to be here, sure.. but it was more about this being his seventh year. He was intent on making it a fun and memorable one, yet felt slightly melancholy that it was his last year and last opening feast. Not that it would be a feast any time soon, he guessed. The Headmistress had a way of taking forever to orate her speech, therefore delaying the food.
As he neared the Ravenclaw table, green eyes looked up to the banner overhead. It looked.. less lustrous or something.. old. Huh. Maybe it was a trick of the light. He didn't give it mush more thought until he took a seat at his house table and caught sight of the tableware. He raised an eyebrow, staring at the paper plates in bewilderment before slowly lowering himself on the bench. What was going on here..? His eyes swept over the plastic cups and cutlery as well, grimacing slightly. What happened to the ornate tableware of the last couple terms? It was just.. not classy.
But whatever.. the boy just wanted to be fed at this point. Feeling his stomach rumble at the thought of food, Ethan turned his eyes towards the staff table, wondering when people would get there and when he could start eating. Though looking up there also made him wonder about the new staff placements he had heard about. Min said something about a new Charms professor.. and he was remotely interested in who that might be.. and what happened to Bellaire, who presumably got sacked. Then he turned his eyes to the sorting hat to wait for the sorting to begin. He figured it would be interesting to see new Ravenclaws.
Hey! There was one Ravenclaw she could recognize.
Yes, they had definitely met before. Yes. Train ride. Previous term. Just… what was his name?
Umm. Think, Gwen, she told herself. It was weird how she could remember lots of pieces of information for classes, but couldn’t keep in mind a few names. Ehhh.
‘Hi-‘ Pause. ‘Ethan’, she said, quite proud of herself for managing to remember his name.
Oh. And he was the new Ravenclaw Prefect!
‘Congratulations!’, she said with a small smirk.
SPOILER!!: Goblinfrog
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Goblinfrog Raven came off the Sorting Hat stand and approached her house table with a beam on her face. She hadn't really known what house she wanted to be placed in before coming here, but there was something very nice about finally finding out where you belong. Raven now had the distinct impression that the Ravenclaw people looked like the smartest, coolest, happiest, and just all around greatest!
And their table also looked like the most splendid of the - wait a minute. Was it just her imagination, or was the banner BROKEN? Yes, the banner certainly did look like it needed to be fixed. Huh.
Ah well, that was a small thing, Ravenclaw was awesome! She satd down and looked up at the staff table.
Gwendolyn drew her attention to the part of the Great Hall where all the firsties were gathered and waiting to be sorted. Gah. If only her bestie would be here and they would play
‘Guess the house’ this term too. Sigh. The seventh year tried to distract herself from thinking that Ari wouldn’t be around this year, and eyed the firsties.
Look! A new Ravenclaw!
She watched as the new housemate approached the table.
‘Welcome to Ravenclaw’, Gwen said simply, offering a small smile.
SPOILER!!: Beezus
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xXxPandora Hungry and exhausted but all the same excited for the new term, Beatrice Castell stepped into the Great Hall with an enigmatic smile across her lips. Her dark brown eyes scanned the other house table's first before finally settling into the Ravenclaw table. Then she ambled towards it...
"Evening, Garrick." She said, upon reaching the boy as she gave him a tiny pat on the shoulder. Hair ruffling was for her Quidditch boys. Of course, it meant that Mo got one. "Hey, Marcus." Ruffle. Ruffle. There were things she wanted to ask him but that can be saved for later. She still had stuff to take care of. One of that was greet and welcome her Ravenclaws, old and new.
Moving along.... "Hi, Aquila." Beezus sent a wave in her direction. And then there was a new face....who didn't seem too happy with what was going on. Wait...what was going on exactly? Leaning over on the table, that's when she noticed the plastics......plates and cups and...WHERE WAS THE SILVERWARE?! Blinking, she snatched a plastic cup, examined it with utter refusal and mumbled out towards the new girl (giant_squid_fan) "What is this?"
Really, she wanted an explanation.
Descending into a seat next to her co-Prefect, her frown deepened and then she nudged him. "Ethaaan...what....why...plastics....why do we have plastics?" What was the Headmistress up to this time?
Ehhh.
BUT HEY. A firstie! (GoblinFrog) Trashing out the plastic matter for a while, Beezus beamed at the young girl. "Hello! Welcome to Ravenclaw!" Please ignore the plastic utensils. And the broken banner..... *BLINK* ...."What happened to our banner!?" Why did everything seem so....poorly?
Dear Merlin...she needed some ice cream.
Start of term feast!
Like it was typical for her, Gwendolyn arrived a bit late. Actually… she wasn’t
that late, there were just many ‘Claws already sitting at the table. So… erm… she wasn’t late. Everyone else arrived simply too early. Heh.
While looking around for a place to sit, Gwen spotted a familiar figure.
‘Hi Beezus’, she greeted the Prefect. She was about to add something, but she got distracted as she spotted the plastic cups and dishes on the table. And the broken banner. Erm.
What was going on?
SPOILER!!: Mika
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McFeisty She raced into the great hall as per usual and found a seat next to Mo. That was when she noticed it. Red plastic cups – those muggle party cups? She had seen them in some college-age movies her sister watched way too much of. Stupid lame movies with names that were redundant, like College.
Her eyebrows knitted together as she spotted the solo cups, Dixie plates, and plastic silverware. What had happened to the plates that they normally used? She thought as she tipped her head in confusion. She had no idea at all what was going on or why they had the lame cups.
Lame. That was what they were.
She just frowned at the cup, leaned forward and blew lightly. The cup tipped on its side and rolled slightly. Yep. How were they going to pour the juice? What did they have plastic galleon general pitchers?
Turning to the people closest to her. “So…plastic cups?” She asked her eyebrow rising as she looked toward them.
Of course she had to say hello to her friends and housemates. It was important. Very important. ”Hey Macabre!” she waved to Mo, which was rather silly because he was y’know, right next to her. She noticed a girl looking at the cups like she had never seen them before. She looked so, so innocent. Who was she? Mika knew she had met her it was just she didn’t remember her name really. “kill…Aw?...Ah? AhKilla?” she muttered unknowingly loud enough for the girl to hear her.
She then glanced up at the other guy…he was cool. She remembered that from last term. Yeah last term and the term before that. ”Hey Garrick…” she smiled over to him. And then she just looked around for more people to say hello to. BEEZUS.
”HEY Beezus how was summer?” she asked the prefect smiling over to her.
Although she had mixed feelings about this being her seventh and final year, Gwendolyn still had a smile on her face as she entered the Great Hall and made her way to her house table. One of the first people she spotted there was Mika.
GRIN.
She gave a small wave, trying to draw the girl’s attention.
‘Hi!’, Gwendolyn greeted the younger Ravenclaw. While waiting for a reply, Gwen glimpsed in the direction of the staff table. Hmm. New Professors.
SPOILER!!: Zyanya
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hpvoldy Zyanya walked slowly to the Ravenclaw table. She was happy about it. She looked at the Gryffindor table. Amara was already busy making new friends. Well, She would get some too. She sat down and looked around. There seemed to be no first years like her, not yet.
Everyone were already familiar with the people and were busy exchanging greetings.
She thought of talking with someone but there were so many people and she didn't know who to begin with. She started to get nervous. Her forehead was dripping with tiny beads of sweat and her hand started shaking slightly. She cursed herself and her bloody nerve weakness.
Don't panic. She might be nervous but she sure was not going to show it. She wiped the sweat of her face and took a deep breath.
So far, Gwen hadn’t met many first years. She was looking at the sorting ceremony, when she thought she spotted someone familiar.
Hmm. Was that… Amara? No. Her sister. Zyanya. Hmm. The girl was one of the few firsties Gwen actually liked, and didn’t consider annoying. So hopefully she would be a Ravenclaw. Heh. As the sorting hat announced the house of the younger girl, a small smirk appeared on her face.
‘Welcome to Ravenclaw’, she told Zyanya, after the firstie had taken a seat at the table.