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MadAlice · 01-05-2023, 12:46 AM

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Originally Posted by sweetpinkpixie

But, she had arrived now with Mercer somewhere nearby and glided to her usual seat across from Milo and just so happened to be the place beside quite the quivering new face (Hope). Not one for boisterous introductions nor initiating socialization, she simply did as she always did and reached into her pocket for a pinch of salt to lay down on the bench and in a neat line just in front of her plate before she slipped onto it and folded her hands on her lap.

Hope watched nervously as more students came and sat at the Ravenclaw table. The girl who'd just taken the place beside her didn't speak to Hope, so Hope remained silent herself. But she snuck a curious glance as her dinner companion laid down a thin line of salt in front of her setting--what could that be? Was it some sort of custom from somewhere? Or...maybe it was magic!

But then Hope's attention turned to the staff table, where an older man sitting in the center had gotten up and begun to speak. That must be the headmaster, then! Hope listened in attentive silence, though she had a bit of trouble following his train of thought a few times. And then, she was totally distracted by the sudden appearance of more different types of food than Hope had ever seen anywhere at once in all her life!

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MadAlice Puffskein Join Date: Aug 2011 Location: Houston, Texas Posts: 2,394 Hogwarts RPG Name: Hope Archard Ravenclaw Fifth Year	Quote: Originally Posted by sweetpinkpixie But, she had arrived now with Mercer somewhere nearby and glided to her usual seat across from Milo and just so happened to be the place beside quite the quivering new face (Hope). Not one for boisterous introductions nor initiating socialization, she simply did as she always did and reached into her pocket for a pinch of salt to lay down on the bench and in a neat line just in front of her plate before she slipped onto it and folded her hands on her lap. Hope watched nervously as more students came and sat at the Ravenclaw table. The girl who'd just taken the place beside her didn't speak to Hope, so Hope remained silent herself. But she snuck a curious glance as her dinner companion laid down a thin line of salt in front of her setting--what could that be? Was it some sort of custom from somewhere? Or...maybe it was magic! But then Hope's attention turned to the staff table, where an older man sitting in the center had gotten up and begun to speak. That must be the headmaster, then! Hope listened in attentive silence, though she had a bit of trouble following his train of thought a few times. And then, she was totally distracted by the sudden appearance of more different types of food than Hope had ever seen anywhere at once in all her life!