Bella took the first spoon in front of her and placed it in her bowl, she scooped some soup into her spoon and put it in her mouth.
Once she was finished with her soup and placed the spoon back in the bowl, "Very delicious."

Melinda did just as the professor ordered. She saw the soup in front of her and tried to do it correctly. "Alright..." She said to herlself, as no dripping came to her serviette.

"No problem."

Ashley looked at the soup. Soup in class..What about the no food outside the great hall rule? Ashley thought to herself.

Ashley looked at the house elf
"poor thing" Ashley whisperd and shook her head poor poor thing

OOC: I'm going to bed, but a few reminders as I plan to leave this thread open:

* You do NOT RP coming or going now that class has started. I will take points away if it happens again.

* Just RP as much as we've done and then wait for the next course to be served sometime tomorrow.

* Keep the chatting to a BARE MINIMUM. If it doesn't have to do with class, you probably don't want to talk about it.

* Don't RP that I'm ignoring you. I'll respond tomorrow. Promise.

Have fun with your soup and rolls!

Anna's attention was suddenly drawn to a house elf that came running and panting into the classroom. She'd thought something was wrong at first, but when she looked a little closer, she realized that the elf was just being a typical elf focused only on serving her masters and making them happy.

She watched the elf as it twisted its little tea towel out of what appeared to be nervousness. Anna looked back down at her napkin, trying to work with it as the professor had instructed, when she heard a loud snapping sound. She looked up and was quite startled to see a table full of delicious food. Her first instinct was to throw all etiquette aside and dig in, but she thought better of it. Instead, she just stared at the food as if taking her eyes off it would force it to go away. She hoped the professor's next set of instruction would be to eat the good food!

She smiled politely as the House elf made the food appear on the table. The little thing looked terrified, hardly the imagine Daphne had of elves at Hogwarts. "Thank you," she said gratefully to the little elf.

Daphne lightly gripped the spoon in her right hand, carefully doing what the professor instructed. Even her etiquette class years ago never went into such excruciating detail. This was something she knew wouldn't come in handy. Nevertheless, she appreciated the formality, even if it was superfluous. She quietly sipped the soup. On her empty stomach, it was greatly appreciated.

She ripped the bread apart, but found it much harder than she thought. She almost reached to grab the knife, but recognized it was not "correct." After getting a few crumbs on the table cloth, the bread was split in two, and Daphne liberally applied butter to both sides. She took a bite, put the piece of bread down, then casually picked up the serviette and dabbed a few crumbs from her mouth.

Sam jumped as she heard a noise to her left. She looked down to see a house-elf scurrying in. She let a small giggle escape her and turned back to her soup. Ok. So which one was she suppose to use to eat it? Thinking hard, she remembered Rae saying something about working from the outside to the inside. Finding a spoon to the far side, she picked it up. Now to eat without spilling on herself. The fun part.

*Suddenly, a plethora of food appeared before Sheeta. She suddenly felt very hungry but she restrained herself from grabbing food so that she could still be an example to the rest of the class.*

Usagi shivered a little bit. "Why can't everyone do like Asians?!?!" In Vietnam, eating was waay simpler. They only use chopsticks and spoons. No hard rules whatsoever. She reached for a spoon, then gave the soup a taste. Extremely delicious.

If all the classes at Belle's was going to be like this then Tommy might like this place. She sat in her chair as the house elf appeared. Her father never had them in the house, but she still felt they were mistreated by wizards. She guessed it was the former slavery issues that she grew up with in Africa. She tried not to dwell on the elf, it was just upset her and this was not the time of the place to champion for the rights of magical creatures.

A slow smile spread across her face as the food appeared. She hadn't eaten since they arrived and that was a few weeks ago. She looked and wondered if she would feel like eating any of the soups. She didn't really see one she wanted to eat.

Celandine was quite relaxed with the ettiquette lesson; although she had been looking forward to learning DADA. She was extremely glad to be able to dress up; unlike Kayla, Celandine only wore skirts and dresses. The chairs hadn't given her any trouble either and she had been sitting quietly listening to the assorted questions of the others and noting who seemed as relaxed with this as she.

She took her spoon gently and skimmed the soup lightly, dipping the spoon at the edge of the bowl and moving it toward the centre as she had been taught. She sipped silently from the edge of the spoon. The soup was slightly too hot for her taste; so she placed the spoon in the bowl and folded her hands gently on her lap; sitting up straight as she waitied for the soup to cool slightly.

After a little while she picked up her roll and tore a small piece of gently, before spreading it lightly with butter. She took small dainty bites, and sat quietly; thinking about candles.

Kayla sat in her chair, nice and upright, elbows were off the table. Her dress was crinkle free after having smoothed it out a few times. She picked up the spoon and held it delicately in her hand and in one smooth motion she scooped up some soup and took a tiny sip. She replaced the spoon onto the bowl and folded her hands in her lap and listened to the conversation around her with a dreamy look on her face.

She almost wanted to burst out laughing, she never said she didn't have etiquette it was just the principle of it. When the time came for her to act like a lady she would but right now she was happy being the tomboy, she was trying very hard to refrain herself from picking up the roll and hurling it across the table.

She hoped the class would end soon, she was busting to get out of this ridiculous dress and get into the duelling arena, where she could blast things apart.

Nikki was kind of happy with this lesson, she was used to etiquette lessons because she always had to eat with her fathers 'business associates' although she really wanted to learn DADA. She was happy she could dress up rather then wearing her slytherin robes everywhere.

She took her spoon as she had been taught and dipped the spoon in slightly. She sipped silently from the spoon and brushed a single strained of hair from her face and was gald she wasn't at home, if she had done that at home she would have been disiplined.

Not usually the jumpy type, Steelsheen was surprised by the sudden appearance of the house elf squeaking and fussing over the dinning table. Steelsheen looked at her curiously, the appearance reminding her of the venerable Master at the Temple back home. When Quirly finished, Steelsheen gave her thanks to the house-elf, unsure if such gesture would even be welcomed.

She then took her spoon and dipped in into her soup the way Professor Rae instructed them. The soup was good, so good that Steelsheen wanted to take it all in quickly, but she reminded herself to take it 'the proper way' which was frustratingly slow and tedious. She sighed slowly, she truly wasnt a fan of fussy practices.

She then started with her rolls, which luckily was already halved. 'Dont cut the bread with your knife' she mused as the Professor's words echoed in her head. She eyed the blunt blade scornfully, "Wouldnt be much use even if we could." she muttered. 'There's only one good use for a blunt knife,' she thought, as she took a generous helping of the butter and playfully twirled the knife between her fingertips. She glanced around at her friends and settled on Kayla, who looked like she could hurl her bread across the table. With the loaded knife on her right hand, Steelsheen pressed its tip with her left finger. Ohhh the possibilities, she grinned mischievously as she imagined flicking the butter across the way.

Not that Saffron didn't like DADA, but just now, she was really, really sleepy. She didn't even feel like talking to anyone.

As Nathalie carefully spooned up her soup, occasionally eating a small piece of her roll, she sat very upright. Her skirt was spread carefully, her napkin on her lap. She looked every bit the demure young lady.

"This is stupid!" she thought. "I might as well have stayed at home and been taught by Mother." She could not remember a time when Mother had accepted the slightest mistake in table etiquette. Even as a very young child, she had been punished for mistakes that most people would consider normal in a toddler. When she was four, Mother had started giving her formal lessons in etiquette and deportment, again with punishment for the slightest lapse.

Not for the first time, she wondered if, somehow, Mother had a hand in all the rules and restrictions placed on the students at Belle's.

She glanced across the table, and saw Nikki. No doubt she'd had similar lessons from an early age. She wondered if Nikki felt as frustrated as she did by this waste of valuable DADA practice time.