Married? A baby? Well, that sounds most interesting! Cedric always dreamed of being married and having kids someday. Hopefully, he'd have kids with the woman he loved. "Ah, Gabben's to be a father now, eh?" Cedric said, "Send my regards to your uncle." Remembering that today he was to send a letter to a very special someone, Cedric decided he'd gotta be going. With that, he eased himself up, smiled at no one in particular, and left the hall.

Violet was sitting at the Hufflepuff Table silently sipping her Nettle Tea. It was delicious and she was loving every time she would drink it. On Violet's plate was some Toast and some Strawberry Jelly that she had spread across it. She turned seeing Christopher and a smile came right across her face. Violet brightly said,"Chris!" She smiled and motioned for him to come over to her. She hadn't seen him in a while and she missed talking to him.

"I know like it better happy annd fun",Fee nodded,There was enough drama and hurt out there.Moments with full happiness wereeee sooo precious."Will never know how guys an eat so much",the Slytherin laughed shaking her head.Maybe they magically increaesed their stomach to make it bigger? Wooould be an idea.

Mhhh chocolate,chocolate,chocolate where are you?No way the Huffies had no chocolate really? Noticing Chandler stucking his tongue out the girl laughed and stuck her own out back at the guy."Caaaaant find and any sweets",she sighed,"anything with you?" Not that Fee would mind some chocolate.Hehe.Okay,okay maybe the second year was an addict but who could blame her seriously?!

Christopher looked up from his toast when he heard a familiar voice call. He looked around, finally spotting Violet smiling and waving at him. He'd never notice her call him Chris before, but when he thought back on the day at the lake, she'd called him that a few times. He'd just probably been to disstressed to notice. He shrugged. Eh, he could go by Chris. Normally only his little sister called him that.... but hey, he did call her Vi, so he figured they were about even. He stood up and walked over to her, sitting in a vacant seat on her left. "Hey! I was just looking for you! I needed to give you all of the information for our first date." He grinned at her, as she blushed, nearly spilling her tea.

"Will do." *Seeing him get up to go Matty just gave him a small wave and went back to his food.*

Violet smiled as she watched him make his way over to her. She began think of how she was calling him Chris instead of Christopher, she liked it better now that she was feeling more comfortable calling him that. Violet smiled again when he say next to her and said,"Hi! Alright, what are the plans? Let me know everything!" She was very excited that they were finally going to be going on their first date. Violet blushed when she almost spilled her tea.

It wasn't often that Arya ate in the great hall, let alone entered the room. Most, if not all of her meals were eaten in the kitchens with the elves, and at dinner, Ivory. The only time she was guaranteed to be in here was at the opening and closing feast.

But this was different, not only was she eating with Sabel, but it was early, which meant the hall would be all but devoid of students and professors. Which was perfect since she still didn't want any company excluding creatures and Sabel.

Pausing in the door way, she let her eyes glide around the great hall before tugging Sabel to the huffie table, sliding onto the bench as she released his hand. "The best thing about arriving to meals so early, we get the first pick of everything." And not crowded benches, or sticky fingered first years.

The first thing he noticed was how quiet and empty the Great Hall was. Really, was it so early in the morning? Apparently.

The second was that they were at the Hufflepuff table. For a moment he stood there, blinking at the grain of the table. "I've never sat the the Hufflepuff table before." His face wrinkled a little as he glanced up and then over at the other house tables. "Or Slytherin for that matter." Not that he could immediately remember anyways.

With a one-shouldered shrug, he plopped himself down at the table and cast his eyes along it's length. "Well, everything is good and all, but where are the chocolate chip waffles?" Or pancakes. It didn't really matter to him at the moment.

Her eyes went from the table, to Sabel, and then to the other house tables, head tilting to the side. "Really? Never ever? Hmm." She tried to think about all the meals they'd shared in here in the past four years, and when most of the memories came up foggy, she quickly pushed them back to the place they'd be previously stored. "I think I've eaten at them all but Slytherin." Or maybe she had eaten there. Hmm.

Letting her eyes settle back on the food in front of her, she narrowed her brow as she searched and search and searched until.....ah ha! "Found them!" They were FAR away though. Flicking her wrist, she caught her wand as it slid out of her holster and cast at the waffles, levitating them closer until she was able to reach out and take the plate with her hand.

Assuming he wanted chocolate chip waffles, she pilled two on both his and her plates with a grin before setting the platter down in front of them. "Now...we need syrup..." Cause waffles without syrup just weren't the same.

"Not that I can remember any---oohh." Apparently he had forgotten that they were allowed and could in fact use magic, his lips forming an 'o' as he watched the plate hover towards them. With a smile, he watched Arya serve out the food, his eyebrows raising playfully. "Thank you. But you know, if you keep insisting on calling everything to you, I'm never going to get my exercise." With one hand, he patted his stomach. "And I'll never work this flubber off."

A wink and chuckle had him searching for the syrup, spotting it a few spots down from them. Planting his hands on the bench to either side of himself, he shuffled down to retrieve the syrup and then shuffled back, placing it between them. "Then again, walking does take some effort doesn't it?"

Arya giggled at the face Sabel made when she called the food over to them. He was acting as if he'd never seen magic preformed, it was both funny and cute. "Your very welcome. And how can I master a spell if I don use it outside of class?" She matched his raised eyebrows and playful expression, giggling again at his comment and belly patting. "I think you need to gain more weight than lose it." Sure he wasn't the string bean Griffindor she'd meet first year, but he wasn't exactly muscular either.

Biting her bottom lip softly to keep from giggling again, she watched him as he did a funny shuffle to retrieve the syrup. "Walking does take a lot of effort. Effort I don't care to put forth so early in the day." Taking the syrup, she began to pour it on her waffles. "Plus I'm only allowed to use magic in school, so I have to take advantage of the many opportunities I have before summer comes and I back to doing things muggle style."

"I suppose that's true." Sabel mused, folding his arms on the table and resting his chin on the table as he watched the syrup make designs on her waffles. "But muggle style isn't so bad. Except early in the morning. That I can agree with."

Straightening as she finished, he proceeded to copy her and pour a healthy amount of syrup over his own food. "Though, with that perspective about walking and early mornings, it makes me wonder how you got up to the Owlery." Placing the syrup in front of them, he blinked for a moment at his plate before offering her a playful grin. "And why you only gave me two waffles if this growing boy needs to put on some weight."

Effy sat down at the Hufflepuff table and piled some food onto her plate after pouring herself a cup of tea. She glanced around to see if anyone she knew was nearby, and after not immediately seeing anyone, she returned began to eat her food in silence.

Arya's eyes flicked from her pouring the syrup haphazardly onto her waffles down to Sabel. "I like muggle style....I just miss being able to do both over the summer." She nodded her head in agreement. "Wizard style is best in the morning."

When she finished, she handed the syrup over to Sabel, watching him pour his own before reaching for a knife and fork. A light shrug coming from her shoulders. "Hadn't seen my owl in a while...and I knew the owlery would be empty, so it was worth the long walk." She loved being around the other huffies, and even the house elves when in the kitchens, but for some reason, she felt the need to be away from others except owls. And Sabel. Of course.

Rolling her eyes playfully, she nudged him gently with her elbow. "You can always get more when your done with those, silly." A grin crossed her lips as she started cutting her waffles. "You just can't grow taller anymore, it'll be harder to give you a proper hug if you do."

A slight grunt of protest, that strangely resembled a squeak, left him as she poked him, his side caving in a little as he folded his body sideways into a 'c' to try and avoid any further poking. Of course, it ended up with his head in close proximity to her shoulder, and he took no hesitation in resting it there. "There go all my hopes and dreams."

Sighing, he drew his fork from the table and pronged Arya's waffle, hijacking it onto his plate with a wide grin as he sat upright once again. "Outwards it is then!"

His weird grunt!squeak and head resting on her shoulder had her giggling. "Hopes of being as tall as Treebeard? I'm pretty sure those were gone long ago." She giggled again, imagining Sabel attempting to grow as tall as a tree, "You can be as tall as a baby Ent." Maybe. Possibly.

"Hey!" It came out as a playful protest as she watched her well-syrup-ed waffle travel to his plate "That's MY waffle, baby Ent." She poked him in the side again, taking her fork and sticking it back into the waffle he stole. "Gonna need more than one to grow outwards."

"More than one....." He gave a considering look to the double-forked waffle on his plate. If they both pulled, it would definitely rip in half and that would be a sad start to the day. So he did the next logical thing and relinquished his fork in exchange for stealing her plate right out from under her. And yes, he was supporting a rather devilish, victorious grin. "Correction, that is your waffle, this was your waffle."

So now she had her first waffle back, with two forks in it, but she'd lost her whole plate and the other waffle. Hm. She was is quite a predicament, wasn't she? Playfully glaring at the baby ent, she pulled his plate closer to her. "And all three of these are mine. What do you have to say to that, baby ent?" She pulled the fork out of the waffle and pointed it at him. A grin twitching at her lip corners. "For the record, thievery does not become you ent boy, what would Treebeard have to say about this?"

"First of all..." Sabel's eyes flicked from his plate-in-the-process-of-being-stolen to the fork waving about in his face. "I wouldn't want to know what Treebeard would have to say about it, because he would never get to the point and thus he would never really say anything."

"And second..." His eyes went cross-eyed for a moment as a goofy grin pulled onto his expression. A moment later he had chopped the head of the fork into his mouth. That was what he was going to do about plate-thievery.

Biting down on her bottom lip to keep from giggling, she continued to slide the plate until it was in front of her. "Well, maybe that should be your punishment then. For stealing my waffle and plate." She tapped him lightly on the nose with the fork. "You shall be tied to Treebeard and forced to listen to him until he finished saying how he felt about your new found bad habit." Which would be forever.

Before she could give him another tap on the nose to finalize his punishment, he had taken hold of the fork and had her biting her lip again to keep from giggling. "Stealing my fork and my plate," she very lightly wiggling the fork, careful not to harm him. "Treebeard will not be pleased." And since she apparently had a free hand, she used it to poke him again.

He couldn't help from laughing as Arya wiggled the fork, his teeth clamping onto it so that it wouldn't be freed. It was when she poked him that he had to relinquish his grip in favor for scooting down the bench a bit, out of harms way. It was only then that he realized that being out of arms reach from Arya also meant he was out of arms reach from the plates of waffles. Now that was a problem.

Arya's grin widened as she watched him scoot down the bench, out of arms reach with her plate and other waffle. She was pretty sure she wouldn't be getting that plate back now. Even though he was klutzy, he could still probably outrun her with those long legs of his if she chased him. So maybe she would leave first. With his plate and the plate of waffles. Swiping the plate of waffles with her free hand, she shifted on the bench so that she was standing on it, eyes looking down at Sabel and both plates in her hands. "I hope you enjoy your one waffle Mr. Dakest, cause the rest of the waffles and I are outta here." Giggling, she poked her tongue out at him and began her walk down the bench away from her Griffindor.

Half lying, half sitting on the bench, Sabel couldn't do much but blink at Arya in confusion. He was pretty sure they were still playing, given the giggles, grin and tongue poking, but at the same time he felt slightly guilty for it. Sliding back into his place setting, he glanced from her single waffle, up to Arya and then back again. With a slight shrug of his shoulders, he picked up the fork he had chomped and rested his elbow on the table. "I'm sure I will, Miss. Lovegoods, given it was made by you."

Spinning on her heels, she twirled around on the bench to see him, still close enough that they could hold conversation without shouting. Her smile still present as she looked at him, more for pride that she didn't drop any waffles than her cheerful disposition. "It was made with love, so you better enjoy it Mr. Dakest." Not necessarily her love since the house elves made it. But she did pour the syrup on the waffle, so her love was mixed in with it somewhere. "And I don't cook." More like couldn't.

"Tomorrow night at the lake, before supper." He grinned, reaching for a bagel. She was just too cute.