Zahra was having a hard feast. Most Mikey-less things were hard, but him not being around in the Great Hall was really sucking. She'd excused herself for a while and when she came back? Ruby was standing up with a pillow on her head. Or was.

THAT LOOKED FUN. And distracting. SO WOOT, totes joining that!

Z took the pillow hat and put it on HER head as she stood there beside her goody buddy pal Ruby. Being no dummy, Z sensed a bit of trouble? And where there was trouble, one Z. D. Kettleburn was bound to be.

Oh. So he wasn’t coming over? Was Cutty plotting something, or…does he have a problem with him? Ethan did not trust his smile, nor his aloofness at the moment. Cutty usually is aloof, based on his observation, but…something was definitely up. Hmm.



There was a nagging voice in his head that tells him that this kid meant business. No wonder the Sorting Hat had placed her in Slytherin. Ethan was glad because this one looks driven. They could always use her and her attitude towards things for something greater. She’s young, however, and Ethan knew that it’s easy to influence her no matter what she says. The fourth year kept his composure as those thoughts swirled inside his head. Those first years were really promising. “Hello, Brooklyn. I’m Ethan.” The older boy would love to shake her hand, because it was proper and all, but decided against it since they already have food in between them. It’ll be rude. See, he knows his table manners.

The prefect tilted his head as he listened to her story. Did she mean Dante? Ethan supressed a laugh, and instead grinned back at the boy. So they have met, but not formally? He’d leave the introductions to Dante and Maggie then. He didn’t have to do that for them, yes? They are eleven year old kids. He was sure they can manage proper introductions. But before anything else, he needed to straighten out an information. “The Giant Squid does not eat people, smart…or not.” He said as he shifted his gaze from Dante to Brooklyn. “Though he’d smack those students who forgets their manners with his tentacles.” Truth. Mordred told him so. “His name’s Bartholomew Henry, and prefers to be called Mr. Henry.” They should really take down notes. “He can talk too.” See? Better than eating people really.

Ethan waved dismissively at the three musketeers, and looked at the food before him. “Okay you guys. Let’s get started with dinner, shall we?” he asked as he wondered what to get first.




And of course, the table is not complete with kids getting excited about stuffing their face with food. He too, can’t wait! “Enjoy your first Hogwarts dinner…uh…young sir.” Ethan grinned at the kid, whose name he doesn’t know yet. That should be enough for now though. He was sure that the little tyke was way beyond starving.

…

He then heard a familiar voice. Healer Till—oh. Healer Murdoch! He received his letter of appointment and badge signed by her. Ethan was, of course, confused about the name change but then figured out that it was the great summer plan Healer Murdoch discussed with him during the End of Term Feast. Ethan had to greet and congratulate his Head of House, but it seems that…she was preoccupied out-sassing Professor Bellaire.

Ethan looked at the two women, as his hand subconsciously reached out for a bread roll. Popcorn would be better, but alas, junk food wasn’t available.

Helloooo drama.

Agatha did hear that Adi prefect yellow puffer speak to her, but she chose to ignore him for now, as well as Ethan and his ridiculous looks. There was a SHOW going on right there and she needed to watch it.

Wow, was Healer Tillstorm rude or what? Completely taking the authority from a professor in front of all students. Shame on you, Healer Tillstorm. Besides, that Ruby girl deserved it. AND professor Bellaire knew what she was doing.

But Agatha wasn't stupid so she kept quiet. And... speaking of stupid... a Gryffindor girl had to show up. Obviously. The fourth year stared at her, then looked at both adults standing there to see what would happen next.

Morgana, such DRAMA. She wondered if the red girl would join Ruby in detention. That'd be funny.

Did this woman seriously think her little wave of the hand was going to get Healer MURDOCH to leave? The woman was nuttier than a bag of peanuts if she thought that. "I can excuse myself you say? Need I remind you that I am the Head of House for Slytherin, you on the other hand are just a professor. If anyone needs to be excused from this table I would say it is you. Although there really is no excuse for you. As for me undermining you, call it what you want, but I will not stand by and watch you humiliate any of my students." Yes, she said HER students. Any student that was in Slytherin house was considered one of her own. She didn't care how good, bad, or indifferent they were, she would not tolerate anyone belittling them, especially when that other person was a professor. "Now play like a good little professor and go back to the staff table where you belong." That's right. Her services were not needed down here.

Turning back to Ruby she noticed the girl was still standing. "It's alright, you can sit down and eat your dinner." Just know, the healer would be watching you and there will be consequences if the girl caused any more disruptions at the table.

As for the lion girl. "That pillow is not very becoming of you Miss Kettleburn," She said as she pointed her wand at the girl's head and made the pillow disappear. "Now I suggest you take a seat there with your friend and have some dinner, or you go back to your own house table." Either way, there better not be any more trouble or one Cecelia Murdoch would deal with them, in her office, not in front of the whole student body.

Marigold grinned and gave a wave to Ethan. Prefect buddies for the win, yo. She turned her attention back to Ruby and...

...oh no. Now Zahra was there too. Oh no.

Marigold winced at Z also put a pillow on her head. She bit her cheek. It looked like she was going to get into trouble too, and normally Marigold would stand by her friends... but she was terrified of those two staff members. And she was a prefect now. So she stood slightly away from the action, but she tried to catch Ruby or Z's eye just for... support? But not support of getting in trouble. Just... friend.

Caleb hadn't felt that good - maybe he was getting a sinus infection. Or the changing seasons were messing with his brain because of pressure and all that. That was a thing, right? Either way, he was not in a good mood and was barely even stuffing his face. He only had room in his stomach for a chicken leg, plate of roast beef, huge spoonful of potatoes, two goblets of pumpkin juice, and five bread rolls. Seriously he was practically starving himself and he just couldn't force himself to eat more!

Then there was something going on with Ruby and Zahra running around with pillows on their heads. Caleb was actually amused until Tillstorm - or, um...Healer something else now that she was married - squashed all the fun right away. If this was any indication as to how his year would be, he was not pleased.

"Look at me and all the pumpkin pies I give." Did she look like she wanted to argue? Was she twelve? Run along like a good little professor? What the hell? Sophia rest her hand on her throne thing to prop her chin on her palm.

Bored. She was bored and really tired and over the woman who thought for whatever reason that being a head of house made her boss or lord of the manor. It did not and she did not matter. Any qualified professor could patch someone up. What good was healer tilstorm anyways? They didn't even have quidditch. She was a spare, not a necessity.

"I would hope a professor from any house would be able to speak to a student from any house because it takes a village to raise a child." She eyed Miss Banner..."And in this case, a school." Stupid irrelevant woman. Why was she down here again? Clearly Bellaire wanted to be away from that bunch.

She turned to Ruby."Are you humiliated Miss Banner?" Clearly the child was not. Cece needed to shut up and learn that whole, mind your own business thing."Miss Kettleburn, keep the cushion."Her hands moved from her chin finally and she strightened to glare at the thing, that called itself a healer. "I will punish, I will deduct points, I will groom as I please, once the students aren't injured, and unless your name changes to Mrs. Trubridge there is not a bloody thing you can do. Now once again...healer...move."

Her grumpy mood slightly lessened at the younger Slytherin. It wasn't her fault she couldn't find a certain Gryffindor. If he was hiding under the table again...Breath, Wayne. It's all okay.

Choosing to grin at Marisol, she greeted her with words rather than just a nod. "Hello, Marisol." See, she...had words. And not mean ones. "Summer was great." Lots of great. "Plenty of travelling. What did you do during summer?" Marisol had mentioned last term that she was from Spain, had she gone back?



There was her friend. Yes. They'd spend a few days horse-riding and stuff. They were definitely friends. "How's the muscle? Still bothering you?" Because she had been injured and Beverly did care at an extent. Besides, she admired Agatha pushing through and riding a horse.

Catching Agatha's gaze at Marisol, Beverly smirked. "Don't worry. You're my number one Snake." Lie. Cutty Mordaunt was her number one Snake, but Agatha, nor anyone else, needed to know that. Agatha was her number one in all the Slytherin girls, so technically she wasn't lying.



Glancing down at her badge, Beverly smirk. She was sloooowly growing fond of it. The badge, not the thought of responsibility because that was going to suck. She was in for the power, okay.

"Thanks, Whitlock," she smirked, thumping his arm. Mister pretty face wasn't going to cry about it, was he? "I'll see what I can do, y'know you haven't exactly kicked anyone's bum for me." And body guards did that. She's probably kicked more butt than he has, but shhh. Lets keep his ego whole, yeah?



She...was possibly flailing deep, deep inside her head at Professor Bellaire. The woman was talking to her pleasantly and asking how her summer went AND congratulating her. Was that a SMILE?

Holy Catalonian fireballs!

Keeping her cool demeanor, she nodded with a small grin. "I did, and thank you." No. Fan-girling wasn't allowed. But...she couldn't help it. Beverly admired strong women. HISS.

.......


What...was that? A girl, of course. In HER house no less. Eyebrow raised she glanced between Professor Bellaire and...what ever her name was. Detention, Beverly wasn't opposed to people landing it as long as they didn't lose Slytherin house points. You know, good luck and hopefully you don't eat slugs. Or hopefully you do, who cared? Not her. Just...don't mess with the house points.

That's all she asked for, really. It was simple.

Food appeared and so did their Head of House. A greeting was at the tip of her tongue when...oh. Healer MURDOCH (yeah, she noticed the name change on the letter) and Professor Bellaire were getting into it. Not her business, not her problem. Plus, it was adult's business. She'd speak to her Head of House later. Much later when she's cooled down.

Now? NOW NOW? Just like that, there was food appearing in front of them, and Dot watched it slide into place with wide eyes, only filling her plate when she saw the older students doing it. Chicken legs. All the chicken legs. And mashed potatoes. Gravy, of course. Mushy peas. Pumpkin juice. Were there rolls?

She was hungry. "Now," Dot waved her chicken leg at the boy in agreement, stopping short when she saw her reflection on his shiny badge. "Can I see that?" Puh-lease?

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"Nice to meet you, Paulie. And who's that little kidda there?" He said indicating Clutchling Baby Dot, whose facial expressions he was FULLY aware of and FULLY ignoring. "I saw yer crawl out from under the table. You'll like the common room, then." Say something. Say something in your squeaky little voice, small'un!

The boy person was still there. And he called her a little kid, which was true and also insulting. She stiffened considerably, giving him a self-consciously regal little nod, especially since he was on about her trip under the house table. Embarrassing, that.

"Secret mission. Can't tell you 'bout it. You don't got clearance." And then she stuffed her mouth so full of potatoes they were practically squishing out her ears.

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Everything was nice. Very nice.

Hugo turned around and observed the other house tables. Lots of people. Gladly, he wasn't claustrofobic or he would be dead by now. Then, he noticed someone was saying hi to him. It was the girl who was crying earlier. He looked at her and waved his hand awkwardly. "Hello..."

Ohh but the girl wanted food too. Point for you crying girl. "I don't know" he shrugged "But I'm starving" as always. "I'm Hugo" he told her "Why were you crying before?" he couldn't resist to ask.

Then, the headmistress gave a speech. Chorts? What are chorts? He had a puzzled look. And there were new professors as well. Well, for him everyone was new. Hugo looked at each one of the professors, some of them looked friendly and others... well, it was going to be interesting.

And finally, FOOD. Before he could say anything to the girl, the boy with the badge spoke. "Yess, finally!" said the boy in excitement and his stomach growled.

Just look at all these amazing, delicious food. Thank you Hogwarts. "Eat" he told the girl and grabbed beef, mashed potatoes, gravy on top (obviously) and bread. Ohh and wait for the dessert.

Hugo. She knew someone called Hugo now. She swallowed hastily to answer him. "I'm Dot. And I wasn't crying. Got allergies." That was a thing, right? Dot picked up another chicken leg and regarded Hugo was interest as she gnawed on it.

"I was 'sposed to be Ravenclaw, but I guess this is alright. They don't turn you into animals right off, do they?" That was her big concern, really. Dima wasn't with her, and that was terrible and miserable, but as long as she wasn't a rat or goldfish at bedtime, Dot could survive as a Slytherin thing.

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Caleb hadn't felt that good - maybe he was getting a sinus infection. Or the changing seasons were messing with his brain because of pressure and all that. That was a thing, right? Either way, he was not in a good mood and was barely even stuffing his face. He only had room in his stomach for a chicken leg, plate of roast beef, huge spoonful of potatoes, two goblets of pumpkin juice, and five bread rolls. Seriously he was practically starving himself and he just couldn't force himself to eat more!

Then there was something going on with Ruby and Zahra running around with pillows on their heads. Caleb was actually amused until Tillstorm - or, um...Healer something else now that she was married - squashed all the fun right away. If this was any indication as to how his year would be, he was not pleased.

Oh, Merlin, look at this one. Dot was quite enjoying the speed and dexterity with which he was stuffing his face, and she placed her empty chicken bones on his plate, JUST to see what he'd do when he got to them. Surprise, see?

"Are you breathing?" Important questions here.

Mid-chew, Caleb stopped and looked at the girl who was asking him if he was breathing. Why would she ask that?? Did he look like he was choking or something? Oh Merlin, how embarrassing if he did...that had to mean his cheeks looked all puffy like a chipmunk or something. Gross.

Swallowing his bite of potatoes, he nodded slowly. "Yeah, why?" he asked.

Hugo nodded."I am right. You can tell me that at the end of the term" he told Dante. He started eating and looked back at the prefect "Hugo" said. Not 'young sir'. In any case, the boy with the badge was the 'young sir'. "Thanks! Enjoy yours too"

So, the crying girl had a name. Obviously. "Dot?" third person with an interesting name. "Weird but cool name" said as he grabbed some pudding. Dot explained why was she crying and it turned out to be she wasn't. Hmm...You got allergies but didn't brought your medicines? Before Hugo could open his mouth, the girl actually told him the reason.

He chuckled "No, they aren't going to turn you into an animal" girls "Unless..." he paused. Hugo was going to joke but...better not. "Nevermind" he slightly shook his head and proceeded to pour pumpkin juice into his glass.

The show just got better, did they know? Because one wild Zahra Kettleburn appeared before them. People find her crazy and all that, but Ethan thinks otherwise. She’s a fun one! Did they see them play as Yetis last term? Psssh. They were epic! Ethan took a glance at Marigold, then to Adi. Not that he was questioning their positions, but…the Puffs’ House Table was currently prefect-less. Did they know?

Not going to be his problem though. Ethan looked at Mari once more and returned her wave. “Would you like to take seat? Food just arrived too.” She was welcome to sit with them, really. But then again, if something happens back at their table, he wouldn’t be accountable for, for inviting her to stay with the Snakes. He was just showing some politeness and such.




Why would he be obnoxious? Along with the badge was Healer Murdoch's trust, and he would not dare to put her decision into question. He will prove that he's worthy of the title, and that he can juggle authority with being cool and awesome. Ethan smirked and shook his head, "Of course. We have a nice group of Snakes to lead, promising ones in fact. It's just right that we do our jobs properly." A pause. "And win that House Cup BACK." She'd know how it feels to lose, yeah? Beverly was one of those high scoring Slytherin students last term. They worked their butts off just to get to first place, but it wasn't enough. Ethan did not want a repeat of that.



"I am delighted to make your acquaintance, Hugo." Hopefully they'll become friends too, once the Term starts to roll. Ethan smiled at the young one as he wished him the same. What a polite young sir, he is. Ethan approves of them all! Except for that one witch who claims that she's a proper lady, yadda yadda. Psh. Lies, Agatha. "I'm Ethan by the way." Remember the name, Hugo. You might need him when you start choking on your food.



"Hmm?" Ethan turned his attention to the new girl, who introduced herself to Hugo as Dot. Unusual name, but it was rather interesting. "Yes, miss. Now..." the blond boy grinned, but then tilted his head in slight confusion. See exactly what? Ethan looked down at his chest, and was reminded that he's a badged boy. "Uh..this? Sure." He wasn't going to take it off of his school robe though. He was told explicitly that he must wear the badge at all times. She can come over and look at it. Hopefully Dot won't poke it with her greasy fingers. We saw you wave that chicken leg, young miss. Mhmm.



Then there was Caleb. Was he feeling better, now? It had been...at least a month after that Florean's meet up, yeah? He did note however that he stayed away from Sophie, so he guessed things weren't okay still between them. Ethan gave him a slight nudge, and a nod as he chewed on his food.

Zahra knew she shouldn't do it.

It did occur to her to NOT do it.

"MEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE YOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOW! HISSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSss." CAT FIGHT.


But it happened anyway. PROFESSOR CAT FIGHT AT THE SLYTHERIN TABLE. So cool. Now if Bellaire would put her wand where her MOUTH was and turn Healer Lady into something furry!

Hadleigh had slipped into an empty spot on the bench after she had been sorted into her house a smile gently forming on her face as she looked at her new house mates. My gosh the were so big. She looked like a little baby compared to most of them.

Keeping her head low, her long hair falling down into her face to hide her eyes. Was she nervous? Of course! She was a first year and a tiny one at that but she had pride and wouldn't let her nervousness get the better of her.

As the others around her spoke she reached for a roll and carefully used a butter knife to break it open before smearing a bit of butter inside and closing it back up. Taking a small bit of the roll, chewing and then swallowing Hady (which she likes to be called) let her roam up and down the table taking in each face of her housemates without so much as a sound.

Marisol looked up. Amidst the chatting, her name was being said. By Cutty- in Spanish. His words were very sing-songy in a funny way. The Spaniard laughed.

"Muy bien," she decided. Yeah, she was very good. Or good enough, anyway. "You?"

Marisol relaxed slightly. At least she was cool enough to talk to older kids, right? Well, technically, if you're a Slytherin, that's kind of a "cool" guarantee. But still.

"I went to Spain," Marisol replied, smiling. Her English was getting better, she knew it. "Saw old friends. They go to Beauxbatons now. We visited Barcelona with them. Fun." And of course, her Seville. She'd stayed in their old house, seen her brother for the first time since break, but...enough about that. Beverly had also mentioned traveling. It would be nice to inquire. "Where did you go?"

Beverly was very well listening to Marisol. She had been right about the girl going back to visit Spain. Bev was good like that, what with her listening and memory skills. "Barcelona? How's it there? I've heard--"

She didn't get to finish her sentence as her ears caught on to a student that did NOT BELONG at THEIR table.

Beverly had also heard what Ethan said about having a nice group of Snakes. Of course they did. But THAT ONE, the Lion, WASN'T part of it. What the hell was she doing here? The obnoxious one, no less. A scowl quickly made it to her face. "By obnoxious, I meant like that one," she said. See, Ethan. THAT was a great example. Beverly has noticed her in lessons. Unfortunately.

Standing her up, her palms flat on the table surface, she scooooowled at the Lion (Zahra). "Do you HAVE to be so loud and rude?!" She didn't shout. It was a leveled and clearly displeased tone she used. Beverly knew better than yelling in front of professors. Especially her Head of House and Professor Bellaire.

Merlin. WHY DID THIS ONE HAVE TO BE SO ANNOYING.


AND WHY WAS SHE AT HER TABLE?!?!?!

WAS she humiliated? Not for lack of trying on Bellaire's part, but no, Ruby was fine. Liked the spotlight, in fact. And now she had Zahra! She linked her arm with her friend and looked between the two women and their... disagreement.

Whooops! Had that been her fault?

It was sooo hard to keep a straight face, but Ruby managed it. Somehow. Time to eat now right? The Head of House one HAD said she could...

Ethan chuckled when Beverly pointed out who the obnoxious one was. Sure Zahra can be loud and all, but she’s really entertaining. The fourth year kept his mouth shut, because he was quite sure that his opinion about the Lion fifth year, and Beverly’s would crash. Ethan was able to interact with Zahra back in History of Magic last term, and she was an excellent catalyst to put on a good show…and earn him huge chunks of emerald points from Glendower. Zahra can keep on being crazy, as long as she won’t put any of his Snakes in trouble.

Before he can even swallow the bread roll in his mouth, Beverly was now on her feet confronting the only Gryffindor with them. Not a wise move, Wayne. Ethan tugged on her sleeve and gestured her to sit down. “Let her.” Why? If she’s going to trigger a bigger mess, let her. At least the Snakes’ are clearly off the hook this time, allowing people like her to sit with them. If she does something worthy of deducting points, then so be it. The whole thing could work to their advantage. “Let her put on a show, Wayne. Healer Murdoch allowed her to sit with Ruby.” He said almost whispering.

Ethan usually enjoyed the feasts because of food, but seeing that adults are fighting in front of them…the boy easily lost his appetite. “I’m done with dinner, Miss Wayne.” He said as he drank the water from his goblet, clearly upset with how this feast turned out. “I’m going to go lead the first year boys and transfers to our dorms.” Sighing, he got up and addressed the rest of the table. “All first year boys and Transfers! If you’re done with dinner, meet me up at the Entrance and I’ll show you to our dorms.” Hopefully, there will be no problem this time. He just wants this night to be over.