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aRogueOne · 01-05-2020, 07:05 PM

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Originally Posted by Stefan

SPOILER!!: Catherine and Ewan with mention of Mark!

It didn't occur to Noah that these Ravenclaw prefects have super hearing powers, but it was for the best that he didn't know that the older student caught wind of what he said to Catherine. He was both amused and annoyed though when the prefect, named Ewan, had to point out the obvious. The wave of silent rage stirred in him once more, as he didn't like it when people make it sound that he's some stupid, wasted space in a place like Hogwarts. Did he know that Catherine was having a silent meltdown? Does he even have any idea what his sister had to go through FOR MONTHS dealing with all the anxiety she was having? NO. None at all, and he's sure enough that every Prefect that has graced the Ravenclaw table would say the same spiel over and over and over again. "You're gonna like it here." "It'll be just like home." Well, it might be an effective thing to say, but it will take special care and attention when dealing with students like Catherine. Why? He is her twin brother, he knows her best in school and not some prefect who's literally three times his height (and probably weight).

Noah kept a neutral stare and glanced over to where the Gryffindor table was."Thank you for the welcome, Ewan. That's really kind of you to point out that I am at the wrong table. However," he said in his most dignified tone, mimicking his great-grandpa, "As I have pointed out to my sister Catherine earlier, it is perfectly fine to stay in a foreign table as I do not see the point of spending an entire night with my own house when I have the full term to dine with them." he said, picking up his cutlery in the poshest manner a Mordaunt could muster. "Also, I cannot be swayed into believing that this is the only time I get to dine here. I have parents and grandparents, great-grandparents, a plethora of cousins some of which were made prefect like yourself, and they have been known to dine in tables that are not of their own house." he continued sitting straighter in his spot. This little Gryffindor wasn't going to back down just yet, "I personally think it's a great opportunity to exercise camaraderie as I would love to make acquaintances, like yourself, in another house early on in the term." Noah may or may not be digging his own grave at this point, but it was clear that he was hard to stop when he begins to roll.

He then turned to Catherine who must have crawled under the table in shame by now (if she'd even allow that for herself) and gave her a look. Noah was sure that she would reprimand him regardless of his words or lack thereof, but he did feel that he was able to get the message across. Behave like a Mordaunt? How was that for starters? Of course, he was more than honored to do it, and with pleasure.

"Now, why don't we enjoy our first meal together as Hogwartians, yes?" he said glancing at Mark and then to Ewan with a grin. "What would you recommend from the spread, Mister Prefect?" he asked with keen interest. "Have you got any favourites? Or something that could make me as tall as you, that would be nice as well." See? He can be such a pain in the bum and friendly at the same time. It was a special skill that he's mastered for ages now.

Ewan’s mouth twitched a little now as he listened to the first-year boy try to reason with him about how he’s actually in the right for sitting at the wrong table when he clearly wasn’t. He might have family who came to Hogwarts but they clearly hadn’t told him how things were really run around here. Or they’d told him wrong to get him into trouble but somehow, he didn’t think this was the case with this one. Did he really think he knew more than a prefect who’d spent six years at the school, discovering its secrets first hand and learning from some of the best minds in the world? (Maybe he was giving some of the teachers a little too much credit here). Either way, the teachers obviously didn’t seem to mind too much so who was he to argue with them.

“I’m sure your family might have dined with other table but you’re not them. You’ve been here 2 minutes so rather than make a scene, maybe next time, just do what you’re supposed to” he retorted, not in a mean way but just as a matter of fact. He did have to give the boy one thing, now was the time to actually get to know people. “While you’re here though, you might as well make the most of it” holding out a bowl of pea and carrot soup for both Noah and Mark to try now “This is pretty good if you haven’t tried it”, a reluctant smile on his lips at the boys tall comment. “I don’t think it’ll make you as tall as me though” he replied, the faintest smile on his face, replacing the disapproving look that had been set on there a moment ago.

Dipping some bread into his soup now, Ewan’s mind wandered a little towards the comfortable, four poster bead that was waiting for him up in his dormitory. With lessons starting tomorrow, a good night sleep was a must tonight although it could end up being a little bit of a late-night judging from the headmasters words.

01-05-2020, 07:05 PM	#35 (permalink)
aRogueOne MLE & DERP Puffskein Join Date: Apr 2018 Location: UK Posts: 1,569 Hogwarts RPG Name: Sloane Aubrey Knott Slytherin Fifth Year	Noah and a brief mention of Mark Quote: Originally Posted by Stefan SPOILER!!: Catherine and Ewan with mention of Mark! It didn't occur to Noah that these Ravenclaw prefects have super hearing powers, but it was for the best that he didn't know that the older student caught wind of what he said to Catherine. He was both amused and annoyed though when the prefect, named Ewan, had to point out the obvious. The wave of silent rage stirred in him once more, as he didn't like it when people make it sound that he's some stupid, wasted space in a place like Hogwarts. Did he know that Catherine was having a silent meltdown? Does he even have any idea what his sister had to go through FOR MONTHS dealing with all the anxiety she was having? NO. None at all, and he's sure enough that every Prefect that has graced the Ravenclaw table would say the same spiel over and over and over again. "You're gonna like it here." "It'll be just like home." Well, it might be an effective thing to say, but it will take special care and attention when dealing with students like Catherine. Why? He is her twin brother, he knows her best in school and not some prefect who's literally three times his height (and probably weight). Noah kept a neutral stare and glanced over to where the Gryffindor table was."Thank you for the welcome, Ewan. That's really kind of you to point out that I am at the wrong table. However," he said in his most dignified tone, mimicking his great-grandpa, "As I have pointed out to my sister Catherine earlier, it is perfectly fine to stay in a foreign table as I do not see the point of spending an entire night with my own house when I have the full term to dine with them." he said, picking up his cutlery in the poshest manner a Mordaunt could muster. "Also, I cannot be swayed into believing that this is the only time I get to dine here. I have parents and grandparents, great-grandparents, a plethora of cousins some of which were made prefect like yourself, and they have been known to dine in tables that are not of their own house." he continued sitting straighter in his spot. This little Gryffindor wasn't going to back down just yet, "I personally think it's a great opportunity to exercise camaraderie as I would love to make acquaintances, like yourself, in another house early on in the term." Noah may or may not be digging his own grave at this point, but it was clear that he was hard to stop when he begins to roll. He then turned to Catherine who must have crawled under the table in shame by now (if she'd even allow that for herself) and gave her a look. Noah was sure that she would reprimand him regardless of his words or lack thereof, but he did feel that he was able to get the message across. Behave like a Mordaunt? How was that for starters? Of course, he was more than honored to do it, and with pleasure. *"Now, why don't we enjoy our first meal together as Hogwartians,* yes?" he said glancing at Mark and then to Ewan with a grin. "What would you recommend from the spread, Mister Prefect?" he asked with keen interest. "Have you got any favourites? Or something that could make me as tall as you, that would be nice as well." See? He can be such a pain in the bum and friendly at the same time. It was a special skill that he's mastered for ages now. Ewan’s mouth twitched a little now as he listened to the first-year boy try to reason with him about how he’s actually in the right for sitting at the wrong table when he clearly wasn’t. He might have family who came to Hogwarts but they clearly hadn’t told him how things were really run around here. Or they’d told him wrong to get him into trouble but somehow, he didn’t think this was the case with this one. Did he really think he knew more than a prefect who’d spent six years at the school, discovering its secrets first hand and learning from some of the best minds in the world? (Maybe he was giving some of the teachers a little too much credit here). Either way, the teachers obviously didn’t seem to mind too much so who was he to argue with them. “I’m sure your family might have dined with other table but you’re not them. You’ve been here 2 minutes so rather than make a scene, maybe next time, just do what you’re supposed to” he retorted, not in a mean way but just as a matter of fact. He did have to give the boy one thing, now was the time to actually get to know people. “While you’re here though, you might as well make the most of it” holding out a bowl of pea and carrot soup for both Noah and Mark to try now “This is pretty good if you haven’t tried it”, a reluctant smile on his lips at the boys tall comment. “I don’t think it’ll make you as tall as me though”** he replied, the faintest smile on his face, replacing the disapproving look that had been set on there a moment ago. Dipping some bread into his soup now, Ewan’s mind wandered a little towards the comfortable, four poster bead that was waiting for him up in his dormitory. With lessons starting tomorrow, a good night sleep was a must tonight although it could end up being a little bit of a late-night judging from the headmasters words.