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Felixir · 09-01-2018, 04:08 PM

Abra hadn't been sat down for very long before Théo Montmorency himself appeared too, taking the seat right beside him. "Hi," he replied, expression curious as he eyed Théo. "Was your train journey as eventful as mine was?" That was probably a difficult question; Théo had no idea how eventful Abra's journey had been, but hopefully the fact that it had been a lowkey disaster was successfully implied.

That third year, Vivian, certainly knew how to make an entrance. Abra's eyebrows shot up and a smile escaped him as he watched the younger student appear and sit at the table. "Happy new term," he called back to her, feeling as though it was only right he return the sentiments.

Even if the term was so far shaping to be anything but happy. #DRAMATIC.

More people were arriving, and plenty of familiar faces among them. Abra raised a hand in greeting to Chase and waited as he appeared to notice the change in badge, then smiled. His face was already starting to hurt from forcing it into using the smiling muscles that hadn't got a workout in weeks. "Thanks Chase." By that time, the Slytherin girl had arrived to talk to Chase, so he left them both to it.

Next up, Abra turned to the Gryffindor ghost, who had appeared while he'd been addressing Chase. "Good evening, Sir Nicholas," he replied politely, giving a moment's thought to the question about how the summer had gone. He couldn't complain. Well, he could, and often did, but he wouldn't. Summer had been pretty good (for the most part) anyway; Abra always loved to be at home. "Mine was good, how was yours? ... Oh, yeah," Abra added, as Nick addressed him directly. He reached up almost subconsciously to straighten the badge on his chest, and nodded. "Thank you."

The table was starting to get good and full up now, and Abra noticed Stasya among the flood of people who were pouring into the Hall. "Hey Stas. Uh... again." He'd not seen her since he'd made his swift exit from the prefects' compartment, the situation in which now seemed like a total non-issue at all given the incident that had occurred since then.

Speaking of which, Abra noticed Beau make his entrance, and frowned at seeing him immediately head for the other end of the table. Well, okay then. Abra didn't exactly feel like attempting to reach out to him right now, and probably would have felt the same even if he didn't think that he'd only be met with further accusations and general dislike. He was just going to continue his strategy of giving the younger boy space - a strategy which would likely last until Beau decided to grow up a bit.

Anna had arrived. It was hard to miss the enthusiasm of that greeting, and Abra gave one last glance down the table towards Beau before turning back to Anna and giving her a wave in greeting. He was just about to resume his watch of the large doors that led into the Great Hall when Anna's words about Marchand reached his ears, and he quickly looked back around. "He does?" Was that statement specifically addressed to Stasya? Because he'd heard it anyway, and now his eyes were raking the table to get a look at his Head of House. "Oh..." He really... uh... wow.

Turning back to the table, Abra looked up and caught sight of Tessa, from the year below. Trying not to look as concerned as he felt for the time being, at least while the greetings were still in full flow, Abra quickly smiled at Tessa and glanced down at the badge on his chest, then back up again. "Hey, thanks. It was a bit of a surprise, to be honest. I hope you do try out, though. It's a lot of fun." Hogwarts Quidditch, that was.

Oh, hey, and there was Rylee. Abra smiled across at her and returned her greeting. "Hey Rylee. My summer was good, how was yours?" he asked, subtly skating over the 'how are you' question because he didn't feel like lying and because telling the whole truth would probably take a while seeing as the answer was a little complicated.

Abra wasn't really cut out for feasts; already he was starting to feel a strange mixture of weariness and anxiety, and he longed for the Sorting to end and the speech to happen and the food to appear, so that they could round off the day and head for the sanctity of the common room.

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Felixir Book Club Mod Alley Proprietor Banshee Join Date: Dec 2008 Location: ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ Posts: 50,134 Hogwarts RPG Name: Charlie Upstead Gryffindor Fifth Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Aurelio Kaiser Slytherin Third Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Alexei Petrov Slytherin First Year Diagon Alley Proprietor: Ezekiel Ransom-Kruus Ollivanders x12 x12	Lovely™ \| Captain Hurted \| Ariana's Bane \| Resident Antagonist \| Unparalleled Delight Abra hadn't been sat down for very long before Théo Montmorency himself appeared too, taking the seat right beside him. "Hi," he replied, expression curious as he eyed Théo. "Was your train journey as eventful as mine was?" That was probably a difficult question; Théo had no idea how eventful Abra's journey had been, but hopefully the fact that it had been a lowkey disaster was successfully implied. That third year, Vivian, certainly knew how to make an entrance. Abra's eyebrows shot up and a smile escaped him as he watched the younger student appear and sit at the table. "Happy new term," he called back to her, feeling as though it was only right he return the sentiments. Even if the term was so far shaping to be anything but happy. #DRAMATIC. More people were arriving, and plenty of familiar faces among them. Abra raised a hand in greeting to Chase and waited as he appeared to notice the change in badge, then smiled. His face was already starting to hurt from forcing it into using the smiling muscles that hadn't got a workout in weeks. "Thanks Chase." By that time, the Slytherin girl had arrived to talk to Chase, so he left them both to it. Next up, Abra turned to the Gryffindor ghost, who had appeared while he'd been addressing Chase. "Good evening, Sir Nicholas," he replied politely, giving a moment's thought to the question about how the summer had gone. He couldn't complain. Well, he could, and often did, but he wouldn't. Summer had been pretty good (for the most part) anyway; Abra always loved to be at home. "Mine was good, how was yours? ... Oh, yeah," Abra added, as Nick addressed him directly. He reached up almost subconsciously to straighten the badge on his chest, and nodded. "Thank you." The table was starting to get good and full up now, and Abra noticed Stasya among the flood of people who were pouring into the Hall. "Hey Stas. Uh... again." He'd not seen her since he'd made his swift exit from the prefects' compartment, the situation in which now seemed like a total non-issue at all given the incident that had occurred since then. Speaking of which, Abra noticed Beau make his entrance, and frowned at seeing him immediately head for the other end of the table. Well, okay then. Abra didn't exactly feel like attempting to reach out to him right now, and probably would have felt the same even if he didn't think that he'd only be met with further accusations and general dislike. He was just going to continue his strategy of giving the younger boy space - a strategy which would likely last until Beau decided to grow up a bit. Anna had arrived. It was hard to miss the enthusiasm of that greeting, and Abra gave one last glance down the table towards Beau before turning back to Anna and giving her a wave in greeting. He was just about to resume his watch of the large doors that led into the Great Hall when Anna's words about Marchand reached his ears, and he quickly looked back around. "He does?" Was that statement specifically addressed to Stasya? Because he'd heard it anyway, and now his eyes were raking the table to get a look at his Head of House. "Oh..." He really... uh... wow. Turning back to the table, Abra looked up and caught sight of Tessa, from the year below. Trying not to look as concerned as he felt for the time being, at least while the greetings were still in full flow, Abra quickly smiled at Tessa and glanced down at the badge on his chest, then back up again. "Hey, thanks. It was a bit of a surprise, to be honest. I hope you do try out, though. It's a lot of fun." Hogwarts Quidditch, that was. Oh, hey, and there was Rylee. Abra smiled across at her and returned her greeting. "Hey Rylee. My summer was good, how was yours?" he asked, subtly skating over the 'how are you' question because he didn't feel like lying and because telling the whole truth would probably take a while seeing as the answer was a little complicated. Abra wasn't really cut out for feasts; already he was starting to feel a strange mixture of weariness and anxiety, and he longed for the Sorting to end and the speech to happen and the food to appear, so that they could round off the day and head for the sanctity of the common room. __________________ Days of Potter 2023:___________________________ Which Bertie Botts Flavour Are You? You are Chocolate!