A Memorable Salad's Eve

[Ridley Quinn]

What better place to prepare an Antelope salad than crouched by the sinks in the antiquated lavatory. It had been a difficult week at Hogwarts; Ridley hadn't even been here the full seven days and she was already losing her mind. The moment the sorting hat had placed her in the hands of the Ravens, Quinn knew she was destined to end up being typecast as one of those students. Well, she certainly wouldn't be following any social convention. Adding a little parsnip sauce, Ridley's sharp blue eyes shot up to the door of the lavatory. She thought she'd heard a movement; footsteps perhaps. Apparently not.</FONT></COLOR>

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Returning to her salad, that was turning to a pleasant shade of green, Ridley removed her wand from her un-loyally coloured robes, and began to use it to stir the contents. She considered that she hadn't yet written to her parents. Safe, at home in New York, they would be waiting to hear the outcome, but the first year had been too ashamed to admit the truth. Her own parents had both been in Durmstrang, however they were well aware of the Hogwarts houses and their meanings. No, she wouldn't allow it. She wasn't going to become some book loving witch, instead she was going to become the one they all stayed away from. Ultimately the sooner she decided to contact a classmate, the sooner they'd realise why.

 

[Kimmyeon Kendall-Wu]

It was surprising how quickly a year had gone by. Kimmy had begun her journey at Hogwarts full of anger and hatred, but she'd gotten lazy. Still, she was adamant that anyone of a non magical blood status was unworthy. Of what though, Kimmy had yet to be able to answer. As she was pondering on her reasons for her upbringing, and what had made her parents drum in these thoughts with just strength, Kimmy came across a foul and unpleasant smell radiating from one of the toilets.

She paused momentarily, aware that here, up on the fifth floor, not many students would come here by choice. What would happen if she came across a torture session? On second thoughts, it could prove educational. She padded up to the bathroom door, opening it just slightly, and peered her head around the crack. She wasn't sure what to expect, but she didn't however expect to see a single student, stirring a cup of soup on the dirty tiled floor with her wand. "They been forgetting to feed you?" She asked. She'd never seen this girl before, and while that didn't count for much she could guess she was probably a first year.

 

[Lysithia Pyrrha]

As Sith hugged her jacket closer, the chills and drafts of the castle still ran through her. It was late, but she'd taken the opportunity to follow a second year she'd overheard yesterday in the common room, talking to one of her friends about her family. As someone who wanted to teach her own classmates the importance of blood status, she followed the girl, keen to find out what she knew, who she knew, and what she could do. As the elder student had left the common room that late afternoon, Sith grabbed her coat and followed with stealth. She'd be damned if she was noticed. While it wouldn't be the end of the world to talk her way out of any situation, she'd rather not bother when all she needed was information.

Suddenly the girl in front stopped, and it took Sith a second to register she needed to too, or risk exposure. Sith was dainty, but the sounds of footsteps easily carried in a place like Hogwarts. Sith darted round the corner of a corridor. At a T-Junction. After a moment, she took a risk to peer around the corner, she found that her prey was doing similar. Sith hadn't explored too much of the castle, but the antiquated lavatory was one place she'd been before; but only because the girls bathroom had been way too overpopulated.

As Sith couldn't quite work out what was being said, she decided to hold tight. There was no point just barging in, and she knew from experience that the best tactics were those that were planned and thoroughly thought out.

 

[Violet Callaghan]

Violet heard the distinctive Irish accent, and she was filled with more fear now that she had done for the last hour. No one had noticed when the animal lover had disappeared, but as Violet had found the abandoned lavatory, she thought it would have been a safe place to do her business.

The last two years had been rough, and after numerous deaths in the family all she needed was for her prized owl to fly away to push her over the edge. She had been in tears when she'd heard someone enter, mumbling to themselves about ingredients and timings, when she was locked away in the only cubicle with a door. She instantly silenced, willing with all her heart for the witch or wizard to leave the room. Perched sideways on the toilet itself, she darn't move. For the first five minutes, Violet thought they would leave at any moment. As she listened and tried to make out what was going on a few feet away, it dawned on her that should she reveal herself now, she would look even sillier than she had done in beginning. And so, very quietly, she had remained, and continued to do so for the next progressive hour. It was only when she heard the relieving Irish accent that Violet considered she may, finally have a way out soon.

 

[Harley Syke]

Miss Syke had made a mistake. Forever lost in a world of her own, the new Ravenclaw had been on the third floor, casually painting on the wall of the school castle. Her belief was that everything could be made a little more beautiful. Awoken from her imagination just a little too late, she had seen a prefect headed her way. Clasping together her bag she knew she'd have to run. The American stood up and made a bolt for it, just as the prefect decided that it too, would be a good time to hunt.

A few minutes later, and the tired student was making her way down the long, almost empty fifth floor. She passed a few students making out on a bench, a cat; perhaps a pet, lurking in the corner. She almost skidded into another student her own age too, looking strangely suspicious, however being a little too preoccupied with her own problems she continued on, around the corner until suddenly something attacked her sinuses.

"Oh dear god" She said aloud, her running slowing more to a walking pace as she approached an old wooden door. There were a couple of students nearby, and Harley glanced into the bathroom, over the shoulder of what appeared to be an elder Slytherin student. "What died?" She called out, half expecting no reply. She looked back the way she'd come, surely she was safe from the prefect by now? Paint was nothing for a little wand, she was sure.