Ravenclaw 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.


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Eino made his way to the Great Hall to grab some breakfast before his class began. Luckily, or unfortunately, he had woken up two hours too early so now he had time to spare. Before grabbing a cup of pumpkin juice he looked up, trying to look for his cactus, which was supposed to deliver his mail, but apparently it was delayed. With a glass of pumpkin juice and a piece of toast with jam, Eino began to feast as he flipped through the pages of his Arithmancy book. He was not looking forward to that class.

Eben came into the Great Hall, hair slightly askew as he had not cared to brush it before he came down for a bit of breakfast. He had his books in the bag strapped securely to his shoulder, ready for a full day of classes. Ugh.

Glancing over to the Hufflepuff table, he could see that Esme was not present yet, thinking that she was probably still getting ready. Silly girls and their desire to look perfect.

He sighed, sitting down at the table not too far away from a younger boy who seemed engrossed in some large text book. Although he enjoyed his studies, Eben thought it was far too early to be looking at any sort of book. He tucked into his breakfast and began to eat slowly, savoring the quiet time before he would have to get started with his day.

He flipped through some of the pages, but nothing seemed interesting. There were numbers, and more numbers, and yet more numbers, and finally how to read the numbers. Numbers everywhere. His stomach growled, which was a cue to start eating. Before taking a sip of his pumpkin juice however, Eino looked down in his goblet to see if there were any chunks of pumpkin, which he hated, but he saw a string of hair floating on the pumpkin juice instead. Not a pleasant sight either, but a curious one nonetheless. He examined his slice of bread and jam but that seemed to be hair-free. It must have been a house-elf hair, right? It could only be. They are the ones who cook the food, but do house-elves even have hair? He looked to his right, and no one was there, he looked to his left, and saw an older Ravenclaw student. He waved his arm at the boy, trying to capture his attention.

Wake up. Eben blinked sleepily down at his food, thinking that he mumbled to himself those two words but realising that it was all in his mind. Shaking his head, the boy looked about for the pot of coffee. Hopefully a cup of caffeine would wake him up enough out of this constant daydream.

Looking up, Eben saw a boy waving his arm at him and arched a brow. Having never met this person before, and being a relatively quiet and private person since arriving at Hogwarts a year ago, he found it curious that this boy wanted to get his attention.

"Uhm, yes?" he asked, wondering if he sounded too rude. It was sort of a problem for him. The lack of being around people his own age had certainly took a toll on Eben's social life.

When the boy finally looked his way, Eino slid closer to him, still holding the goblet in his right hand. He was at a very short, and slightly uncomfortable, distance from the boy when he presented him the goblet and began inquiring. "Look inside this goblet, do you see a hair? Do you suppose it's a house-elf hair? Do you suppose it has magical properties? Do you suppose it's a potion? Do you suppose I will acquire elf magic if I drink this? Or what else do you suppose will happen? And how do you suppose it got there?" Eino said it all without pausing and on one single breath, leaving him breathless when he was finally over. Perhaps an older and more knowledgeable Ravenclaw would have all the answers. He realized he had forgotten to ask whether house-elves had hair or not, but he didn't want to interrupt the boy's thinking process. Eino looked very puzzled himself. He took another good look at the hair then showed it to the boy a second time. If this was a house-elf hair he would most certainly have to keep it as a potential potion ingredient.

Eben stared at the boy like he was completely mental. For one thing, he was asking a million questions at once. And for another, he was asking the most bizarre questions he had ever heard. Drink hair, magical or otherwise, the thought of it was just revolting.

Now he was going to go step by step to answer the boy's question, hoping to get all of them answered. Eben looked down in the cup and saw the small hair, frowned a bit and looked up at the boy who had a head full of blonde. "It might be yours, it's a bit light. I don't think that elf hair is so very short or light." Eben pictured a house elf's hair to be much longer like a girl's and it didn't seem that way in this goblet.

"And I don't think that a house elf's magic is usually transferable like any other sort of magical creature." he said shaking his head. After seeing his parents work amongst magical creatures all his life, he had never seen them take samples or observe house elves before.

"I suppose that hair got there by accident as things happen." Eben concluded and pushed the cup back towards the boy. With all his questions, it seemed to get Eben's brain working as he finally felt more awake than he had all morning.

"My hair!" Eino exclaimed taking yet another close look at the hair. He brought the goblet very close to his face and studied it for a few seconds. It was rather short and light. Well, how did it end up there? He recalled resting his head on his hand soon after he poured himself the juice so it was possible it fell in the goblet soon after that. "Blimey!" Eino said putting his goblet down, disappointed that it wasn't house-elf hair. He would very much like to collect some of it to experiment with it. Perhaps it was the missing ingredient for this sneezing potion. Eino returned his attention to the boy nonetheless, who continued to answer his questions. House elf magic was not transferable by hair? So house elf hair wasn't a potions ingredients? "Blimey..." Eino repeated. Maybe by house-elf tail? Did they even have a tail? Or perhaps their eyes. Eino took the goblet back in his hands and smiled at the boy. "Thank you!" He began to slide himself back to his spot but stopped suddenly. Oh, where are my manners! He thought to himself as he turned to the boy a second time. "My name's Eino, by the way. What is yours?" Eino only knew another older student, and that was Mr. Jimmy, who had suggested he use roadkill to make pretty and handsome coats, which was rather a nice idea since Eino didn't know about roadkill.

Eben was able to smile slightly at the boy's surprise that it could actually be his hair. It was interesting to see someone with such a extensive imagination. Coming from a family of literals, Eben never found it easy to do anything much creative. His sister had suggested an art class when he came to visit during the summer, but Eben was sure that he was going to make up an excuse of being with Esme to skip out of that.

"Hi Eino, I'm Eben." the sixth year said with a little wider smile. "Glad I could be of some help." Huh, that was a weird feeling. Accomplishment in helping someone else. Well what better way to use one's intellect than to problem solve. Makes the mind sharper.

"It's nice to meet you, Mr. Eben." How curious that both of their names started with E and had four letters, also they also shared an n! "What year are you, Mr. Eben?" The boy looked significantly older than Eino, so perhaps he was a fifth or seventh year. Most of Eino's friends were second years, like himself, and a few first years, so it was nice meeting upperclassmen. This one in particular definitely had a Ravenclaw's mind. "I'm only a second year, but soon I shall be older, too." Even though Eino was a second year he was still only eleven years old, since his birthday was at the end of the year he was usually the youngest of his class, which he was indifferent to. "Also," Eino said lifting a finger as an idea popped in his head, "you ought to join my club and help us capture pogrebins!"

Eben arched a brow when Eino kept calling Mr. Mr. was his father and he didn't quite enjoy it that much. "Uh, it's just Eben Mr. makes me sound old." he reassured the younger boy with a soft smile and a firm nod of his head.

"I'm a sixth year." he replied not believing that a whole year had gone by so quickly. It was discomforting to know that next year he would be alone because Esme was a year older than him.

Pogrebins. Eben almost burst out laughing for remembering when he had been followed by one when he was six. That was when he learned he was magical because the thing never was able to dishearten him, and his parents were flabbergasted to find it stunned on the ground while the young boy walked away happily.

"Sure, sounds like fun." he said brightly. Eben wondered if there were older students in this club or if he was going to have to be like a unofficial leader for being older.

"Do forgive me, Mr. Eben." Eino apologized without realizing he had done it again. He didn't intend to be impolite, but the exact opposite, actually. He had been taught to address to his elders respectfully and it had become a habit too difficult to disregard. Mr. Jimmy was a sixth year too, which reminded him he had to catch some roadkills to make Mr. Jimmy a hat, as a thank you present. "Perfect." Eino said when Eben agreed to join the club. He would be perfect to reach high places, because he was, as of right now, the tallest member in the group, and probably the strongest too. Yes, the club was a lot of fun, but there was also a lot of hard work involved. He also had to recruit the ghosts, but those were proven difficult to encounter, and Bartholomew, which Eino still had to think of a way to lure him to the surface. "I shall send you a badge by owl soon, and with our upcoming meeting date as well."

"It's no big deal, really." Eben said shaking off the apology of the younger boy. At least he was raised right and didn't start calling him mean names like some other boys might at Hogwarts.

"Brilliant, that's brilliant." Eben said, intrigued as to what the meeting would be about. He had half a mind to drag Esme along with him but she would probably get bored really easily or be distressed that her shoes would get ruined in the process of whatever they might do.

Eben checked his watch and looked over to the boy. "Sorry to make a dash like this, but I have to be getting to the Owlery myself." he said, thinking of how he hadn't told his sister that he had arrived at Hogwarts safely and that things were going well.

Luna entered the Great Hall, and to her delight there was food on the table as always. She wasn't a pig, but she was hungry. She sat down and took a sip of pumpkin juice and a bowl of cereal. She didn't pour milk in however, since she didn't like milk and just ate it dry. She made up for her dairy with a yoghurt. This was getting boring. There was no-one to talk to!! Well, it was early, even for her. She had to be ready for classes, she waas a Ravenclaw after all.

Naya entered the Great Hall and walked to her house table. Her dark eyes fell upon a slightly younger girl who seemed to be eating cereal and yoghurt. She sat down next to her and quickly served herself some buttered toast and pumpkin juice.

Turning to the girl, Naya said, "Hello there, My name's Naya Holmes. What is your name?"

Anyone?(:
 

Making her way to the Ravenclaw table Fee was looking out for Hugo or Eino.Even though they had spent a lot time together lately,she missed them.They were the triooo and some trio time was needed.But somehow she coulsnt figure out any of them,bummer.Maybe she would find someone nice to chat with at least.Spotting a free space the blonde sat down and looked at the food trying to decide what to take.

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Food and friends. The two F's. And Ellie was in need of both, apparently.

She sat down next to a girl whom....she may have recognized upon studying, but she wasn't about to STARE like some freak. She grabbed the pitcher of pumpkin juice and poured herself a glass. Then, reached down the table some ways to grab some delicious chocolate somethings.

Food, check.

"Hey there," she addressed the eerily familiar girl with a smile.

Friends?

Fee sat there still feeling a little strange because she was the only Slytherin here and second she couldnt decide what to eat.Woaah. And where was Hugo when you needed him?!Mehh. But right then the blonde noticed a bright red haired girl sitting down next to her. Ohhh someone to chat.Yay.
Turning her head she smiled at the girl."Heyyy there",she giggled,"i am Feenella."Hopefully her boredom would die down now.Hehe.

Bein bored so wasnt her style.

"Nice to meet you Feenella." Feenella. Hmmm. Interesting. She liked it. Feenella, Feenella, Feenella. "I'm Ellie." Boring. Old. Ellie. Blahhh.

Her eyes drifted to the Snakey crest on Feenella's robes. "So what brings you to the 'Claw table?" Friends? Change of scenery?

Because 'Claws were da best? Heh.

"Its nice to meet you too Ellie",the blonde smiled,"i really like your name by the way."All the girls named Ellie she knew were insanely cool and besides that it was just a cute name.

Ahhhh the Slytherin knew it, what did she do here?!Meeeh."Oh well i was looking for two of my closest friends.,she explained,"and besides claws are just awesome."Noo need to tell that she had a major crush on one right?!

Hope you don't mind me joining :)
 

Food was the first thing Dallin thought of when he woke up. Despite his big dinner last night, he was hungry. He was a growing boy, after all. He made his way toward the Ravenclaw table, pulling on his white dress shirt. His tie hung loosely around his neck, and the top three buttons of the shirt were undone. He wasn't used to dressing this nicely just for school.

Sitting down, he eyed the food on the table in front of him. Looking further up, he noticed to girls sitting across from him. "What's good to eat here?" He asked them, gesturing to the array of foods. From what he ate last night, it was pretty much all tastey, but unfortunately, he couldn't eat it all at once.

Ellie smiled. She was probably lying. 'Ellie' was NOTHING special.

Ahhh, friends. Right. And, yes, 'Caws WERE awesome indeed. Heh.

"And where's your house pride?" She joked.

She liked this girl. Yup.

Fee giggled at the girl.She was funny somehow and when she liked something about people it was when they were funny and xou could have a laugh with them.

"Well i guess i left it at the Slytherin table",she joked,"noo actually i dont mind house pride too much.Every house is awesome its own way."Good girl didnt blush.How imopressing she could control her thoights about a certain Ravenclaw now.

Ellie laughed. "Too true."

Every house was kinda awesome, right? Ellie had no prejudices against any.

Though Ravenclaw was CLEARLY the best.

"So, Feenella..." Time for a conversation....and Ellie was not the best at starting them. They usually just happened.

She decided to resort to the usual, and take it from there. The 'getting to know you' stuff. "So what year are you in?"

"People judge too easily",Fee said.The girl liked getting to know people first and judge on her own.There was too much gossip around to believe everything you heard.

"Oh i am in my second year",the blonde smiled,"what about you?"This Ellie girl seemed to be nice, yay for coming to the ravies table.