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"3 points, Dillon." Truebridge nodded after listening to the boy's answer. "'Learn that our actions affect us all.' Very true." Apparently they were learning that very quickly.
Truebridge offered a respectful nod to the Bloody Baron.
Dillon's head snapped up. Points. He had actually earned points. What?! He didn't know if he should have his head examined for speaking up in class or if he should rush out to send him mum an owl. It wasn't that he was stupid. He was in fact almost a genius. His mind was just always moving too fast to slow down enough to actual care what was going on in a class.
He settled for a smile which caused the crusted sugar on his lips to crack and fall down onto his robes.
"Thanks professor." He didn't know the man's name a fact he
WAS NOT going to voice seeing as how he was his head of house.
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Con_Stripes "Well it appears you have actually managed to get into the positives. Don't go celebrating however because my leniency comes with a warning."
As he spoke house elves arrived, bringing breakfast and setting the dueling platform up like a table, summoning chairs for everyone.
"The next Slytherin I find causing trouble will lose every one of those points you gained as well as losing Hogsmeade privileges for the whole house for a month. I will not tolerate disrespect and none of you should tolerate it amongst your peers either. Think about it. When was the last time Slytherin won the house cup? The Quidditch cup? Even the Gobstones cup was wrested from Slytherin control by Ravenclaw last term. When was the last time Slytherin house worked together to achieve? Every point counts, every assignment, every smile, every bit of encouragement. You still have Quidditch, I'd like to see all of you in the stands cheering the team if you are not on the team yourself. I'll even come along myself."
And he really wasn't all that big of a fan.
"Eat your breakfast, students. Feel free to enjoy your morning and make yourselves comfortable here now. You can talk and chat as usual but keep in your mind that you and your housemates need to be united. Even the students who were punished need to be accepted and taught what it means to be Slytherin. Even those who chose not to show up this morning. Teach them."
Truebridge paused.
"After breakfast that is."
And it was almost like a mini feast. Pancakes, waffles, toast, cereal, sausages, beans; almost anything anyone might ever think of as a breakfast.
Ethan sat down and began to put food on a plate for himself, encouraging the students to do the same.
Ethan Truebridge cut his waffles up into perfect triangles and then went ahead and arranged them on his plate in pairs, everything slightly on an angle from other pieces and effectively breaking up the sheer roundness of his plate. No maple syrup, bacon, berries, banana, cream or anything on them, he ate them plain and in silence.
Diggy wanted to faint with relief that breakfast had appeared.
FRENCH TOAST!!!!!!
He nearly jumped through the roof scrambling up and over to a chair. He plopped down and piled his plate with stacks of french toast. The Hogwarts houseelves were almost better cooks than his dad, and he loved that. He had enough sense to at least wait till his head of house started eating before he started.
He bounced in his seat as he watched the man perform the most peculiar breakfast ritual he had ever seen. It actually made him stop bouncing and focus on one thing at a time. Hmmm interesting. Diggy liked interesting.
The rumble in his stomach overtook his fascination and he grabbed some bacon and eggs and some whipped cream and syrup. He piled the whipped cream and the syrup on top of his french toast and the eggs and bacon on the sides. His eyes were alight with a frenzied hunger and soon he had whipped cream on his eye brows he was eating with such vigor.