Gryffindor House Table
 

Large quantities of food are spread before you. Whether breakfast, lunch, or dinner, the Hogwarts' house elves are the best in the world. The food is superb and the company is as well.

The house poem, penned by All4oliverwood:

Get up off of your seats
Ready for some fun?
You ain't seen nothin' yet
For this years just begun
Friends are rollin' in
It's faces old and new
Nothing comes between us
Dear Gryffindors be true
Outside of the castle
Ready for things to fly
Lions are soaring strong
In a game that's do or die
On this autumn night
Near the crimson fireplace
Solid friendships forming
People so full of grace
Rockin' the competition
In a race for the house cup
Doing everything we can
Earning points to keep us up
Reeling for a win
Us Lions gettin' it done
Loyality guiding us through
Everyone working as one

Renée sat down for breakfast. As always it was kinda a breakfast buffet. Renée grabbed two pancakes and the maple syrup. She got some fresh orange juice and then sat down at the Griffindor table. She didn't enjoy sitting alone. All her friends were asleep and the rest of her friends were from Ravenclaw. Oh how she wished she was in Ravenclaw. She stared at her friends at the Ravenclaw table. They were laughing and giggling adn chatting and shouting. Some of them were playing pranks and doing magic. While she sat, all alone, eating breakfast at the Griffindor table :(

Jesslyn was very hungry, as she did not eat well during dinner. She proceeded to take her breakfast when Jesslyn spotted a girl sitting all alone at the other end of the table, eating all alone and staring at the Ravenclaw students. That girl looked quite lonely. Jesslyn approached that girl and asked, "What is your name?"

I saw this girl coming towards me. I realised that she looked very friendly. I continued to eat my freshly made pancakes. I poured some more maple syrup on my pancakes and I continud to eat my breakfast

Cameron's tummy rumbled and she groaned as she neared the table. God, she was hungry.
Slipping onto a bench she reached for a pie and licked her lips ravenously.

Ginny walked into the Great Hall and sat down to get some food as she was hungry. She was wondering if anyone would join her. She had been very keen to come back to Hogwarts.

Lunch time!

Boy this was needed after all that slippin' and a-slidin' in that mucus filled cesspool of a swamp... and then losing your breakfast because of it. Thank Merlin for a change of robes and a shower.

Oliver looked around the hall to find it virtually empty. His eyes landed on the familiar figure of that red-headed, gherkin toed girl he'd come to call his friend. A grin appeared on his face and the boy wandered over, grabbing a pew next to her. “Afternoon, Cammy.” He said with a smile and proceeded to pile up his plate with a burger and a generous portion of chips. "Could you pass the ketchup." Good job Digzy wasnt around. hehe.

Vivianne finally landed at the entrance hall floor but decided to grab some food before she go for a stroll. She isn't hungry but she doesn't want to be starving outside when she's already enjoying sounds of nature. She went to sit beside a young gryffindor she haven't met yet. "Hello, mind if i sit here?" She flashed her a smile. `

"Hi. I don't mind if you sit here", said Ginny. The girl who sat next to her looked much older than her. "I'm Ginny", she said. "I'm also a second year", she added.

"thanks," she said as she grab some pastries and put some on her plate. Going back to the girl sitting next to her, "I'm Vivianne. Seventh year. But i do not really act as a seventh year," she smiled. "It's nice meeting you Ginny. You know your name sounds so familiar," Via said while she munched on some of her food. "DO you want some?" she offered her the bowl of pastries.

"A few people say that", said Ginny. "Nice to meet you Vivianne. Do you like to get called anything shorter?", asked Ginny. "My name sounds familiar?", asked Ginny looking confused. "Yes please", said Ginny helping herself to the bowl of pastries.

Cameron's perfect postureslouch stiffened when she heard a familar voice. Pivoting in her seat she smiled broadly when she saw the familiar curly-haired Snake she kinda moderately maybe liked. "Afternoon, Ollie." She replied loftily (and in a very lady like fashion) before she rather messily dug into the pie. "Wetwup?" She asked, swallowing half the pie. Licking her fingers, she reached over some random girls arm to reach the ketcup and set it down in front of him.
"So what inspired you to join the masses?" And what was that smell? Her nose wrinkled and she wiped her hands on her jeans.
"Oliver.. what is that? Did you decide to shower in a swamp?" Boys these days..

Oliver watched Cameron with amusement as she ate with the manners of a.. well.. boy. “Lovely.” He said sarcastically. “Where did you learn those manners from, Cammy? A cave troll?” He grinned and shook his head. “I'm good. Hows you?”

He grabbed the bottle of ketchup and set about putting a big blob in his burger bun. By 'masses', the snake assumed Cameron meant the Gryffies. “Hmm... I saw you sitting here and couldn't resist.” He shrugged. He picked up his burger and was about to take a large bite when Cameron's words made him pause. He still smelled? But he'd showered! Oh... crap. He set the burger back on his plate and turned his head to look at Cameron. “A couple of kids fell in the swamp on the fifth floor and I tried to save them and..” He pulled a face. “I kinda..fell in too. I can't get this bloody stink off!” Urrh.. he sniffed his arm and pulled a face. He DID still smell! This was so uncool, man. So uncool.

Cameron poked her tongue out, "Am hungwee. Dunbe mwn!" Yeah.. :erm: Swallowing, the Lion rolled her eyes and set down the offending food stuff, "Oh shush Ollie. I'm hungry." She frowned as he told her he was fine, "I never asked you.. I'm good." She finished realising that there was no point.
She watched as he poured the ketchup on his burger and took a little bite from her pie. She would be lady like.
Gobble.
Erm.
"Annoying me?" She laughed and nudged him before pouring herself a glass of pumpkin juice. "I think I've become immune to your personality or it just doesn't surprise me as much." It came to the same end.
The smell, or perhaps that was an understandment, or stench was numbing. "Oliver.." Cam's face scrunched up in dislike and she half-laughed at his recount. "That for one, is disgusting and two, why was there a swamp in the corridor?" The Gryffie watched the face he pulled when he smelled himself and smirked devilishly, "You better wash before someone get's close enough to smell you." Afterall, he was sitting with Cameron and the nearest Gryffindor was 20 ft away. Most of them knew to keep far away.

Oliver cocked an eyebrow mock disdainfully at the girl as she poked her tongue out at him. She could have at least swallowed her food first. Heh. “What was that?” He asked putting a hand to his ear. Eh? Sounded Welsh. Oh she was hungry! Still.. he didn't get the second part. Something about being mean perhaps? Well he could just pretend he didn't hear. He gave her a puzzled look. “Yeah you did.” He argued. Or.. had she said 'ketchup'.. not 'wazzup'? Sigh. Nevermind.

Hehe! She really was hungry. Lookit her go! He smirked and shook his head. “You know I'm quite offended by that, Cam. I offer you some company and you just assume that I'm here to annoy you.” If it was anyone else, he would be genuinely hurt, but Cameron could say just about anything and it would be taken on the chin. The loopy girl was harmless. Immune to his personality? Now that stung.. a teeny tiiiiiiiiny bit. “I can leave you be.” He offered. Deja vu? “There's a Ravenclaw over there I can see dying to take my place.” He nodded over at the Blues table. “I think they find you magnetic.” Oh hilarious Oliver was, really.

He nodded in agreement; a look of regret mixed with disgust on his pale face. “I know. It was gross, man. Like a giant booger with spiders and beetles and shiz in there.” Oh gawd.. his stomach churned on recounting it. “I dunno.” He shrugged. “It's sacred I guess. There's a plaque about someone Weasley by it.” Shrug. He gave Cameron a look. “But I've already been washed.” he whined a bit. “You know any spells to get rid of smell?” he pulled his shirt over his nose and inhaled before coughing and letting go. Retch. Lunch didn't seem quite so appealing as it had five minutes ago.

Ya knoww <3
 

Cameron rolled her eyes and continued eating. Couldn't understand her, her bunyip's bottom. He understood. He just had selective hearing. "I think I'd know what I said Oliver," She told him, archly.
She giggled at his mock indignation at her assumption that his only agenda was to tick her off but then he actually looked angry and she let go off her pie and grinned. "But aren't you?" But then.. then.. he did the unthinkable. He mentioned.. RAVENCLAWS
*EEEEK*
Cameron squeaked and hugged him burying herself in the crook of his neck.They were probbaly watching her! Waiting for her to make a wrong move so they could.. get her!
"Oliver.." She whispered and swallowed, "They're not looking at me are they?" She untangled herself and looked at him levelly.
"I would never ever ever replace you for them. Ever. Just keep sitting here. Until you feel the need to leave that is."
When he mentioned Magnetic, Cameron visibly blanched.
"Aww please.. don't let them huuuurt me!!"
But then she caught on. He was joking. She could see the amusement and mischeif practically illuminated in neon across his forehead.
Punching him in the chest she scooted away from him, "That wasn't very nice Oliver. Ravenclawobia is real, okay!?" Urgh. Yeah.

Cammy felt the urge to laugh consume her. "The way you just said that.. that sounds like the 'shiz' that spurts from my mouth," She said grinning at him but her smile was dispelled by the stench that was coming off him.
Well.. "They have sacred swamps?" Wow. What Hogwarts didn't have..
She frowned as he asked for a spell and shrugged, "Well, I know a spell to put you in a massive plastic bag," She offered unhelpfully.
"Or a giant glass fishbowl..?" It'd help with the smell.. for others at least. Oliver himself might suffocate.

*Squiiiish* <3
 

“Oooer.” Oliver replied in a high octave, held up his imaginary handbag, looked upwards and fluttered his eyelashes coyly like some annoying woman. That was sarcasm, ladies and gents. Sarcasm for the know-it-all way in which Cameron spoke to him. No other response was required really. Hehe.

He shook his head. “No.” He said looking at the girl and grinning. “I came over here to see my old buddy, old pal, Cameron.” He dude punched her on the arm like she was his best bro. But, huh? ..the smile vanished the moment she got that look in her eyes. Fear – like real fear. He rolled his eyes and went back to concentrating on his food.. but then.. the girl had her arms around him; like burying her face in his neck. This wasn't good; or maybe it was... a little bit (:eyebrows:), but even so, it was certainly uncomfortable. He sort of patted her back awkwardly in the hopes that she would get off. “Cam. I was just joking.” He said, clenching his jaw. Oh my gawd, she was completely serious! Oliver stared back at her when she looked at him levelly. “Fine.. I'll stay; I'll stay.” He said exasperatedly. He gave her a weak smile; it dawning on him for the first time ever that Cameron REALLY had a screw loose... like not in the jokey sense he always said it – she was truly nuts. “I wont let them hurt y... OW!” He rubbed his chest and glared at the girl as she scooted back to her own seat. “Okay.” He said unable to not make a sarcastic face. “I believe you.” Riiiiiiiight. Just less violence, 'kay?

And now, apparently, Oliver was sounding like the very same nutty girl who was sitting next to him. Pffft.. he always spoke like that. Sacred swamps, yeah. “Apparently so.” He nodded. “Oh ha ha.” He said in reply to her suggestions for getting rid of the stench; then smiled cos it was sort of funny. “Can you swim, Cam?” He asked the girl.

0_________o

Errr?

Cameron poked him in the cheek and frowned as if suprised it was real, "Umm, Olivia? Can I have my guy friend back please?" Funny, wasn't she? "Don't ever become a cross-dresser. I much prefer you as a boy." She smiled simperingly and returned to her meal.

The Gryffindor dropped her fork at his notion. Her eyes went the size of saucers and she paled. His answer made her squeak, "Nuuu? Nuu? NUUUUU? Of course they're looking at me! THEY WANT TO HURT ME!11!" Honestly, the level of hysteria cannot be expressed in my meagre writings.
Then he 'bro-punched' her like Ravenclaws were just dandy. Like they were nice people. NICE? HUH? She hid as best she could; Oliver was too skinny to be any sort of real cover and attempted to regain normal breathing patterns. Mental normality was too difficult to attain.

Breaaaaaaaaaathe.

When she heard he was kidding she growled and sat beside him again, "NEVER do that again," She hissed and gulped down half a gallon of pumpkin juice. Ravenclaws made her scared and this resulted in thirst. -_-
"Good!" She said, replying ot both his yelp, his staying and his offer of defence. "Ha, one day you'll get it and then you won't find it so funny." Hmph.

Cameron frowned as he laughed sarcastically, "No, seriously. I think the giant plastic bag idea ain't so bad. It get's rid of the smell and you." *giggle*
"Kind of. I've a bad experience with swimming. Wait.. why?" She asked suspiciously.

“Ow!” Oliver rubbed his cheek. “Jeez.” Did he attract violence? Like really, why did girls seem to think it was fine to go around poking him all the time?
Olivia. Snort. He smiled amusedly at Cameron, still with his hand on his face. “You don't think a few pink bows in the hair would suit me?” he asked and pulled at a curl which boinged back into place when he let go. Nope – guess not. hehe.

Oliver sighed exasperatedly and looked over at the Ravenclaw table. Riiiiight. “So which one of those brainy-witty types is the ringleader?” He asked deciding to humour the nutty girl. He looked back at Cam to see that she was attempting to hide. Gawd. “Do you want to go somewhere else?” He asked. “...Or...” His eyes glinted. “..I have another idea.” But, meh.. Cam would probably complain about the dust.

Never do that again. Pffft. “Believe me I don't plan on it.” He mumbled in reply. He'd learned his lesson there, fo sho. Yep – one day he would get it – Get just how insane Cameron truly was. OH! Whatduyouknow! He was already there! heh.

Again, he laughed at Cameron's black humour. See this was what he liked about the girl. She said what she thought... just like he did; and he didn't mind – he could take just about anything thrown his way. “Do you happen to have a giant plastic bag?” He asked cocking an eyebrow.
Oh what a surprise! Cam had had a bad experience with swimming. “It's a wonder you even come out your common room.” heh. “Lake water.. that's gotta get rid of this pong. Thought you might fancy joining me.” Shrug.

Cameron sighed in a mock relieved and really dramatic way.
"Aww, yay! Ollie's back!" She clapped excitedly and then the smile vanished and she took another sip. "No," She told him once she'd swallowed, "I think green bows will suit you better," Her eyes lit up with a smile and she laughed. "Cute," She added seeing his hair spring back.

The smile vanished as he mentioned Ravenclaws. "They're aaaaallll evil!1!" But then she sighed, "Well they're not all evil. I met a nice one in the holidays." One.. out of a whole table.
"No, I don't want to go elsewhere. Then they'll think I'm giving up." Wouldn't want that, would we?
Cameron scowled, "Good. I don't want to hug you again - you smell like a sewer." No offense. >.<

The Gryffindor frowned and then came up with a brill idea. "No, but I can summon one." She raised her wand and made a huge show of flourishing it again. "Plasticio Decoatum" And nothing happened.
"Weeeeeeell, maybe I can't. Whatevs, you still need a shower." The 6th year frowned at his comment, "What do you mean? Obviously I leave the common room or I wouldn't be here.." Weird Oliver was sometimes.
"The Lake? But it's CUUUUULD." But she got a whiff of him and shook her head, "Fine. Let's go for a swim!" She said sarcastically. "At least then you wont smell like my Grandma Clemence."

Maggie was super hungry! She sat down at the table and started to load her plate up with fruits and veggies. She had been worried about the food not being vegan when she first arrived, but it was almost like the table knew exactly what she wanted to eat! Almost like magic *wink wink*

Kate was starving. She didn´t have dinner last night ´cause she was really tired and went to bed early. So there she was, practically running to the Gryffindor House Table..."please fooooood! I need food!" she thought. "Maybe there is somebody I know"

Maggie looked up and saw Kate running towards the table, she waved to her and said, "Kate come sit over here!". Maggie hoped Kate could understand her with her mouth full of strawberries *hehe*

"I´m almost there" Kate thought. Then she saw Magnolia waving her arm and..talking? "What´s she saying? It sounds like "something-sit-somethin-here"..well, I´ll ask her" And then she sat down next to Magnolia." Hi Maggie! How are u doing?"

Magnolia swallowed the strawberries and replied, "I'm good!, What have you been up to?"