"Um..." Divad tried to begin, he swallowed the food in his mouth. "Ah! Better. Classes. What's your favorite subject?" Divad said, at a loss of ideas.

"Muggle studies. I grew up in the wizarding world, so I wasn't surrounded bby them." she said.
"You don't know much about me, don't you? Tisk tisk." she smirked and laughed.

"Well!" Divad started, smiling. "I knew you grew up in the wizarding world, but I didn't know you were into Muggles!" Divad should've known, he was, after all, her boyfriend. And he was a Muggle himself.

"My favorite subject is Defense Against the Dark Arts." Divad said. He didn't have a fancy explanation for it, he just admired Professor Lawson.

"But how about the basics? Like favorite color, stone, flower and stuff like that." she laughed and grinned.
"Keep up, Divad. Girls don't like it if you don't remember these things." she teased.

"I my favorite color is blue, stone: emerald, flower: the 'rose', thing to do: sit with you and watch the sunset. What about you?" Divad reminisced.

"Youre lying. Aren't you? Except for the last part." she smirked. We'll see...

"I'm not lying. It's true!" Divad tried to reason.

"No need to get fiesty. It's because those are my favorite things too. Looks like you did your research." she smiled.

"Really? That's...a coincidence!" Divad looked puzzled, had she known he would say that?

"I guess it is unless you heard my conversation with Vicky the other day. But then again, I dunno." she laughed and ruffled his hair.
"You look better when your hair's messy."

Lizzie's eyes were a little glossy but she kept smiling weakly. Naah I'll be fine. I'm not that mad at him for breaking up with me. He's my friends and well.. she didn't finish the sentence, since she didn't know how to tell Natka how much Chris meant to her while at the same time she wanted to say "I don't care about him anymore". It was all so confusing. She would never have guessed love could be so complicating. I just feel slightly exchanged, if you know what I mean..? she said as she hugged Natka back.

Raising her eyebrows at Natka's story of the love potion, Lizzie said Give it up for the quiddich captains in a somehow dry and ironic voice. Well I suppose you can tell why I'm not exactly cheering to invite the slytherins into our common room. Of course there are some nice ones, but I'm terrified I might bump into Chris and Paris in there.. she said thoughtfully. So I'm avoiding the room as much as possible.

Natka nodded with sympathy. That really did suck for Lizzie that Chris was such a... guy.

"Yeah, I can imagine," she said. "You shouldn't worry though. I mean, I know it must be difficult, but if you ever do bump into them, just ignore them completely. You shouldn't have to be wary in your own common room, you can't give either Chris or this... Paris the satisfaction, you know? You have to be strong, Lizzie, like I know you are," Natka said comfortingly.

Patrick took a seat near a couple of third year girls and promptly served himself generously. He listened vaguely to the conversation as he shoveled food into his mouth. More female woes of love lost, he thought to himself, munching on a rather large piece of broccoli. So much for stimulating conversation, he nodded to himself with a smirk forming on his lips.

Ten minutes into his meal, his stomach finally felt better and he slowed his feeding frenzy, a small burp escaping him without notice. "Er... sorry about that." he apologized to his table mates.

Lizzie nodded towards Natka. Yeah I know I shouldn't worry. I just feel slightly.. forgotten.. somehow exchanged.. she mumbled. She was lost on thought for a moment, zooming off. Then she turned back to her friend and smiled. Sorry 'bout that. Where were we..? Yeah right, you've been asked out by a tall guy with blue hair..? she smiled, leaving the subject of Chris behind.

Natka was probably one of her closest friends, even though the didn't see each other much. But the girl would always feel like a save haven for her. Now she decided to not trouble her with more problems and complain about Chris and Paris, so instead she insisted on getting to know more about this interesting Ravvie-guy...

Just as Lizzie mentioned the unknown guy Natka was dating, a boy about their age who sat a few seats away from them burped and he apologised. She turned to give him a smile. She surely didn't know a lot of people from other houses, which was a shame. And Natka was about the only Ravvie she knew. Hi, I'm Lizzie. Third year Gryffie she said very friendly holding out a hand towards him.

Natka turned around to hear a boy speak - she hadn't even noticed him approach. He looked about their age, and judging by his robes, he was also a 'Claw.

"That's all right," she smiled at him. "I'm Natka, by the way. What's your name? I don't recall seeing you around the Common Room or anything..." she observed.

Natka smiled as their conversation turned back to Clark.

"Yeah, that about sums it up," she nodded. "He's great, you know. We've been talking a lot, about family and school... oh, and you wouldn't believe how much he seems to know about stars and constellations, I never thought the sky could be so interesting. It doesn't seem that fascinating in Astronomy, although I've always found that it's interesting how similar Astronomy here is to the Muggle equivalent of that subject," she said.

Linda came and sat on a chair.She was very hungry and so she picked up her fork and knife and started eating the sausages in her plate.

Bella walked in and saw Linda sitting alone
"hey there Linda...how was your day today?"

Cordova walked into the Great Hall quietly staring intensely into his Transfiguration textbook. Refraining from glancing away from his reading, he strode along the walls on the dinning hall to avoid the possibility of accidentally colliding into another student. With his mind and body being on auto-pilot, when he had not felt a rush of wind, he knew without looking away from his reading that the path was clear to advance towards the Ravenclaw table.

Cordova sat down quickly at the back of the table, removing his quill and ink to scribble down a note next to a patch of text he found important. Taking a short break from his reading, he sighed heavily quickly gazing at the roof of the building noticing the settling sun and lighty lit candles. He scanned the room quickly and grabbed himself an empty goblet and smoothly poured himself a half cup of pumpkin juice. He took a small sip and took another deep breath portraying himself of finally attaining relief.

"O.W.L," he muttered in a syncopated rhythm under his breath and placed down his goblet down infront of his book to begin studying again. Although it was to late to worry about whether his scores were good enough or not. Codorva felt as though his only option was to keep studying.


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Cordova had read the spell one more time and muttered "Avis" quietly while his other hand moved silently through the air. He closed his text book and glanced at his watch that his mother had given him for his birthday. Without realizing it, he had spent almost an hour in the Great Hall, refreshing himself on spells that he had already learned this year. Cordova tucked away his textbook in his side sack and grabbed his goblet of evaporated Pumpkin Juice not noticing that it was nearly empty. Being completely cotton mouthed, he opened his mouth wide expecting a large amount of juice to be swallowed. But instead was graced with three drops of Pumpkin Juice and the view of an empty basin that seemed like it was never wet. He refilled his goblet once more and this time to the brim of the cup. Looking down at where his textbook laid shut, he held has goblet high and smirked saying "cheers," and with two massive gulps, the cup was empty again.

Before leaving the Great Hall, he sat his used Goblet down quietly and walked towards the grounds re-adjusting his glasses as he walked through the massive passageway and out on the lawn.

FOOOOOD. Copernicus seated himself at the table, looking for some nummy Christmasy sustenance. It might not be exactly the season yet, but it was very close and he was in the mood for all those Yule-time foods. Anything to help him warm up and get into the spirit of the things.

The Great Hall was rather quiet at the moment, so Copernicus filled his plate and tucked in.

Tammy had looked around her own table and saw no-one and looked at her cousins table and saw no-one. But there was someone that she recognised from a couple of lessons , so he musta been in her year. She made a slow shuffly walk toward him and spoke quietly.

"Want any company?" She asked politely to the boy with a smile looking down at him and his ultra full plate. Man he musta ate alot.

"Have a seat," he rose briefly to let her seat herself before resuming his own seat. "I'm hungry," Copernicus gave her an apologetic look, but he wasn't going to gorge himself in front of another person. Too impolite.

"I keep wondering where the food is still coming from now that the kitchens are flooded. Do you know?"

Life was hard when you were a Quidditch player.

Well, not really.

Quidditch, after all, came very easily for the young Ravenclaw, and besides, it wasn't like she did much during practices; it was mainly yelling and bossing people around and telling Robert Chambers to focus unless he wanted a bludger to successfully connect with his head . . .

. . . Life was actually quite easy for Willow. That aspect of her life was, anyway, not that she -- Why was she on the great hall? She'd been meaning to head to the common room, for crying out loud. She was not even hungry! But then, did she want to go to the common room, as crowded as it was these days?

No, not at all.

Chewing on her bottom lip thoughtfully with a little crease between her eyebrows, Willow slipped on the seat next to Copernicus, who seemed to be having a conversation with a Hufflepuff girl. Was she interrupting something? Hmm?

Ah, who cares?

Oh, they were talking about the flooding. And food. "You should ask Clifford Carden," answered Willow nonchlantly, butting in their conversation, "I'm sure he knows." He knew everything when it came to food. It WAS Clifford Carden, after all.

Tammy smiled at him and took a seat thankfully. She watched as he himself sat down, unlike many people he was being very gentlemanlie (is that even a word?). She chuckled soflty as he looked at his plate and back at her apologetically.

"Its okay. Its not your fault youre hungry. You can eat." She insisted with her always-on-her-smile face. Okay so many people were wondering that question and out of all the people she had to take a seat by had to ask her if she knew. She didnt know much knowledge wise to take much notice about where food was coming from. "A secret kitchen?" She offered with another light chuckle. Man, she should have stayed blonde.

Tammy quickly looked up at the person standing behind her and offered another light smile. "Thats the head boy right?" She mentaqlly slapped her forehead. How dumb could a hufflpuff be? "How would he know?"

"Because he's Carden," Copernicus answered dryly, as if it made all the sense in the world. He gave Willow a conspiratorial look. No, they weren't buddies by any stretch of the word, but he appreciated the Quidditch captain's knack of handling people and situations exactly as she wanted. It was the polar opposite of Copernicus to the untrained eye, but he felt some sort of kinship for people with behavior outside the norm.

"The regular kitchens were supposed to be secret, so this is like... the kitchens that are secret apart from the secret kitchens? That's deep." He gave the girl an approving nod. "Copernicus Kettleburn. And the young Ravenclaw who has just joined us is Willow Kovac. She is fierce but lovely."

Tammy listened to the boys blunt reply of 'because hes carden' and she nodded in half agreement to something she didnt even want to ask about becuase she didnt understand. And that would just make her look even dumber than she looked right now. Man, she needed to stop thinking about how dumb she looked, she made herself even dumber by thinking about it and going quiet.

Oh yeah, she handt introduced herself. So whatever her mother had taught her just wasnt working. She smiled at the pair. "Tamzin... Tammy Wood." She recovered herself with a small wince at her full name and gave an approving nod of the two names told to her and realised she was expected to renember them now.

Willow Kovac? That rang bells in Tammys head. Hadnt she been told that this was the eeeevvviiil Ravenclaw that eated hufflepuffs up. Ah shucks.