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Professor Vindictus was late for the feast but he had good reason. In his hands, he was carrying four distinct clipboards and he immediately made a beeline to the Ravenclaw table. His House. His table. And there was his captain. "Willow! I've got something for you!" he called out and thrust a blue clipboard at the Ravenclaw captain.

Yawwwwwn.

Seriously, when was Bontecou going to deliver the speech? She was hungry, and bored and sleepy and in a bad mood. And that was a bad combination when it came to Willow.

Of course, it was the first years' fault - all their giggling and laughing and just their excitement that was completely obnoxious in her opionion, had managed to get on her nerves just seconds after she'd claimed her spot at the table.

Just when Willow was about to turn to Issy and ask whether she would get in trouble if she stood up and left for the common room, a somewhat familiar voice called her, and her head quickly whirled around to face Professor Vindictus.

Was she in trouble? Honestly, she had done nothing wrong, and that first year that had fallen down when she pushed him out of her way back in the train was - Oh. He had something for her.

"Hey, sir," said the girl with a polite nod to the head of the house. Her eyes locked on the blue clipboard. "What's this?"

Sitting next to Kel, Liz just listens to all the conversations going around her. Taking it all in, Liz smiles as she slowly eats the food she had placed onto her plate.

Sad, knowing that she won't have Rian here any more, nor Melinda. But determined to send them both her owl Snowy first thing in the morning.

"Oh..."Patrick mumbled, feeling that the conversation was going nowhere. He passed the bowl of greens to Valentine. "Here, you can have this. I've had my fill for tonight."

He then took the gravy bowl and placed it near her plate. "I'm sure its not veggy, but it is rather good on the potatoes." he added apologetically. He didn't want to make fun of her... bleh, now he remembered why he usually spoke so little at the dinner table. She probably thought he was a git or worse.

"Tryout information!" exclaimed Vindictus. "I'm sure that after a good night's rest, you'll be ready to start recruiting potential members for the team. Well, I'd stay and chat but I need to catch the other captains. Let's go, Ravenclaw! Woot!" He pumped a fist in the air and hurried over to the Slytherin table.

"Um." He looked in the bowl and his nose wrinkled. "I'm good, actually. Thanks. Just... I'm Kettleburn. You are?"

"You do," he agreed. "Are you hungry? Did you get any snacks on the train?" Copernicus was quite good at spoiling girls, whether they liked it or not. And he hadn't seen Cela yet to spoil, so Livvy was going to get all his attention.

"Broccoli." He wiggled the bowl of pickled pigs snouts a bit more. "Are you sure? They're good...wonderful even." He tried to put an honest smile on his face, but it came off more as a grimace.

"Pffttt...not eating meat or gravy or any type is beyond weird. " He didn't think about how his not eating pork could be considered weird by other people. Nope, that's not how Broccoli's mind worked.

"I didn't plan on getting into trouble with Professor Kazimeriz. It just sort of happened. It's a long story. I'll tell you about later when there aren't so many people around." Abby didn't want to go into details with some many people who could over hear things around. "How did you get into trouble with the good professor? I always thought of you as such a diplomat."

"Hmm. Never noticed," Livvy said, her head still cocked to the side as she thought. Eh well. She shrugged and waved it off. She laughed and nodded her head. "Yes to both questions. I am famished and I had an efficient amount of snacks on the train, just not enough to fill up my tummy," Livvy said as she swallowed up the rest of her muuuuffin.

Patrick chuckled when he found a thick stew with pigs knuckles swimming on the sides. "Betcha these pig's knuckle are the perfect side for those snouts over there." He pointed to the snout as he showed them a choice piece on the end of his fork. "Knuckles anyone?" He laughed out loud. If this didn't end up as a gross-out your neighbor party, nothing will. "Who knows, we might even find some chicken beaks in there. He stirred the stew pot with a ladle.

Mariel watched the 'staff member' get up from the table and walk away apparently without hearing her address him. She shrugged to herself realizing that with as loud as it was in the Great Hall, it wasn't at all surprising that he didn't notice her speaking. Her eyes followed him as he walked over to the Staff Table and sat down, confirming in her mind that he was indeed a professor. Funny, she didn't realize there was going to be anyone new this year. Wonder what subject he was gonna teach...

Shrugging to herself yet again, Mariel turned back to her own table only to look up at the sound of Livvy's voice. She grinned again at the older girl. "I've been good, thanks, you? Have a good summer? I got lots of practice in... you'll be trying out again this year, won't you?" She couldn't see any reason why Livvy wouldn't or anyone else for that matter. Catching Professor V out of the corner of her eye, she saw him hand something to Willow. Most likely Quidditch-related. Yay, that meant the season would soon be starting.

Daphne sat quietly staring at her plate. This would be her final Start of Term Feast, and the Seventh year was not prepared for this change. Hogwarts had been such a large part of her life that she couldn't imagine one without the school. She saw all the younger students, buzzing excitedly about the upcoming term and new lessons. The First years were nervous with no idea what was coming. What she would give to be in their position again.

Livvy smiled as the girl turned around once again. Hopefully the girl's back didn't ache... what with all that turning. That wouldn't be good. No siree. Plus it wouldn't be good because she was the awesome Quidditch player that would bring downfall upon Ravenclaw if she couldn't play! Oh noes! Stop scaring yourself, Livveh. Don't jinx her.

"I've been brilliant... thank you. I had a pretty nice summer, thank you for asking. How about you? How was your summer?" Livvy asked, smiling. How come everyone asked her how her summer was? Why didn't they just talk about how their summer went without asking how the summer went for the other person? If it was great they'd obviously share it, wouldn't they?

Livvy nodded her head and stuck her nose in the air. "But of course.... I can't wait!" she said and glanced over in the direction that Mariel had been looking in. OOOOOOHHHHH.... Yayayayayayayyyyy.... Vindickitydoo just handed Willow a clipboard. If it wasn't Quidditch stuff... what else would it be?

Lasca smiled as conversation continued to buzz around her. Mariel seemed to be in several conversations at once which Sarah, Nate, and P had all gone quiet. Dani had gone off to talk to another friend of hers which left Lasca in the silent group.

She was hyper aware of who was sitting next to her and oddly it didn't bother her. Turning slightly she gave him a small smile. "So Slytherin? Thats a good House to be placed in. Although I'm not sure what you meant by 'heart of a Slytherin.'"

Glancing in the other direction she gave Mariel a smile. "So, Quidditch again this year?"

Mari sat at the Ravenclaw table, in a thoroughly bad mood now. She always felt terrible after she and Cayden fought and would have rather fixed their problems right that moment, but her pride would never let her give in that easily. She was going to ignore him if he was going to be like he was, and she would just make him come to her. Or at least she believed he would. She sat, simply watching the crowd of students and wondering vaguely where Elizabeth was. She looked around and found her friend, catching her voice before she actually saw her. She wanted to go to her, but then that would be admitting some sort of defeat too...that she had been wrong and was worried she'd done more damage being honest this time around.

William sat down glaring at the wall and anything around him. Anyone who would dare speak to him would get a blast of the good old Cullack temper - which was not a good thing. His blue eyes furrowed as he glared down at his plate, spearing a potatoe on his fork and taking a bite.

Leave it to him to loose his favorite hat before term started he thought slouching. Oh yeah, that and the fact he couldn't remember when he lost it didn't help. "Grrr." he grumbled through a mouthful of food, swallowing it quickly to grab a goblet full of pumpkin juice. Food helped, it always helped. It was his only friend, besides Katie. here was she anyway he wondered, glancing up towards the Hufflepuff tabel his eyes searching her out.

"Pick a fight with someone your own size," Paris giggled as she stood next to William. He seemed to be trying to kill everything on his plate. He seemed upset about something and she needed the distraction so she went and sat next to him. "Want to talk about it?" She asked.

William glowered a bit more as he put his fork down hearing a somewhat familiar voice. He looked up and was about to retort back when he saw Paris. He relaxed a bit, a small smile on his face. "There's too many professors around to fight with someone my own size." he replied, clearly joking. He watched her sit down beside him and shrugged. "I lost something important to me and I can't remember where." he grumbled, frowning as he tilted his head in her direction.

Quidditch was a very, very serious business, so when Professor Vindictus explained that all the information regarding Quidditch tryouts was written on the clipboards, the girl's apathetic and somewhat annoyed expression turned into a serious and business-like one.

"Right. Thanks, Professor Vindictus," mumurmured the girl as she took seat again, her dark eyebrows pulling together as she read the content written on the Ravenclaw blue clipboard.

Nothing that she didn't know, but it was still nice to read it again.

Placing the clipboard on her lap, the girl's forest green eyes started to scan the table, trying to find potential members for the team. Oh, there was Mariel, her keeper from last term, and there was also Olvia who had played beater, and Elizabeth . . .

. . . And where on earth was Nigel Forbulus? Willow profundly disliked him -and that was probably a misunderstatement- but if the kid didn't try out for Quidditch, she was going to end up doing something HE might regret.

Not her, for she never regretted anything. Nigel Forbulus TOTALLY would.

And Nia, and Robert. Where WERE they?

Right now, though, she was looking for some new talent. Nevermind what professor Vindictus had said about waiting for tomorrow - she was ready NOW!

Too bad the little brats that the first years were, were spread all over the table, and thus not letting her see the people who might actually be good at Quidditch.

Spotting Willow down the table, Liz calls over "Make sure to let me know about tryouts, Willow! I am determined to get on the team this year, not reserve." she adds with a smile.

She giggled at his comment. "Yeah and Gryffindor and Hufflepuff have already gotten into trouble, so lets leave them to it hmm." she said. She was wanted to win that house cup. She ruffled his hair and smiled at him. "Have you tried summoning is?" she asked. She didn't know if first years had learned the summoning charm, but she would do it for him. If it wasn't too far away that.

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Spotting Willow down the table, Liz calls over "Make sure to let me know about tryouts, Willow! I am determined to get on the team this year, not reserve." she adds with a smile.

Willow had basically forgotten where she was and what she should be doing. She was far too busy pondering over some new Quidditch techniques, the joy of tryouts (no, seriously, they were rather amusing, especially when What's-his-name Forbulus ended up breaking his nose and Robert somehow managing to hit himself with his own bat) practices and games.

If she wanted the cup again, some serious training was necessary.

Good thing she had already done with her OWLs. Homework was not going interfear with Quidditch because -

Oh, someone was talking to her.

Merely looking up from her clipboard and noticing it was Liz, Willow simply nodded at her before allowing her eyes to return to the blue clipboard. "Of course. I will be posting it at the common room announcement board, so make sure you check it."

He chuckled at her comment, ducking rather childishly as she ruffled his hair. A small blush crept over his cheeks as he looked up at her sheepishly. "I haven't tried it yet and I'm not sure I'd be able to do it properly." he frowned again, "And I don't know where it is. It could be here at Hogwarts or in Diagon Alley." He said honestly his annoyance flaring up again.

She giggled as he ducked from under her hand. "Well my mom works at the Daily Prophet I can ask her if she can try to summon it when she goes to work tomorrow." She offered with a shrug. She didn't like seeing him upset. And she hated to lose things too. Especially earrings. "Cheer up though. I've got some chocolate if you want." She told him.

His eyes brightened as she said she'd help him. "You'd do that for me?" He asked with a hint of warmth in his voice. He had learned from last term to be nice to everyone, especially those that could easily take him down. "Chocolate would be good." he grinned, perking up instantly. Now that he had that hopefully taken care of he smiled, "How was your summer?" He asked changing the subject.

She nodded, "Of course I would. You're my friend." She told him. She would do anything for a friend. She was glad that she had made him happy. He certainly had brightened up when she offered to help.She smiled and reached into her purse and pulled out a few chocolate frogs and gave them to William. "Here you go love. Take them all I've got plenty more." she told him. She had to have enough for herself and for Clifford. "Oh it was a lot of fun. Shopping, dragons, boyfriends and balls. You know the usual." She giggled, "How about you?" she broke off a piece of chocolate and popped it in her mouth.