Y44 Start of Year Feast

Ivelisse wasn't sure why this girl was suddenly so interested in talking to her and truth be told it made her a little wary of the interaction. Especially when she asked what was bothering her. She hadn't paid enough attention to her to know whether or not she liked or disliked a certain person, so bashing the head girl in front of her might not be the best idea. "I just think this school has some issues with putting the right people in charge." Ive shrugged, keeping things very broad. For all the other girl knew she was talking about the headmaster or a club leader. And yet Ivelisse took the risk and glanced in Celia's general direction while she spoke to give her a hint. @Gwen Goodwin
 
Penelope smiled as Marnie rattled on about writing Emrys and wanting to ask him out. She didn't think her friend was really all that nervous about asking, she was usually confident about these things. Penelope felt herself flush when Marnie talked about doing a double date, casting very obvious looks at the Ravenclaw table. She shushed her. "Shh! It's not like that. He doesn't like me that way- oh my gosh Marnie stop looking." She said hurriedly in an anxious whisper.

@Marnie Frogg
 
Gwen could tell Ivelisse was a bit wary of her asking, and it made sense. On paper, she and Celia had been friendly once. Though Gwen wasn't sure if that was exactly common knowledge. They had never been close. She smiled when Ivselisse spoke about her issues with who was put in charge. Bullseye. She let herself follow Ivelisse's gland and put her hand over her mouth to obviously stifle a giggle. She nodded in agreement. "Oh, I get you." She said in a hushed tone. "I hear Professor Ward was like, way scatterbrained as a professor. I don't know why he was the one put in charge of picking head people, and honestly of running the school at all. Anyone could've seen Celia was the wrong choice." She made sure to keep her voice quiet, it wouldn't do for anyone on the head girl's side to overhear her. But Gwen wasn't entirely sure there was anyone on Celia's side, besides herself. "My money was on you." She added with a small shrug.

@Ivelisse Burleigh
 
Senna had been happily stuffing her face when a kid appeared from under the table. She quickly moved her hand in front of her mouth in an attempt to not spit out her food as she snorted, easily moving to the side a bit while he was claiming his spot on the bench. She didn't mind. Wasn't bothered. "Where did you come from?" She laughed, taking a sip of her drink and making sure to swallow it before the boy could reply. "Uhhh, Gryffindor's basically the coolest house. And the most fun. I don't think there are any common room secrets or I have failed to find them. It's on the seventh floor so not exactly in the towers but it is pretty high up. There's no short cut, you'll just have to learn how to work with the stairs or they'll work against you." Sen replied, ticking off his questions in her head as she tried to get them all. @Milo Frogg
 
Celia had been dreading the start of the school year. She didn't want to face all her peers again, and she didn't think she had it in her to spend another year hiding away — not that hiding would even be a possibility. Her leadership positions on Quidditch and SDA would inevitably thrust her in the spotlight, especially at the beginning of the year. Celia wanted to believe that the student body's attention would move on after the three-month break, but she knew no one would ever forget. She was also afraid that some people had tried to look up the details of her dad's case over the break. Celia didn't think anyone knew her dad's name (and her own had been kept out of media reports), but that didn't stop the paranoia from setting in.

And then she had been handed a weapon.

Receiving the head girl badge in the mail had changed everything. Now she had a way to fight back. Celia no longer had to worry about coming up with clever comebacks or hexing people and inviting unwanted comparisons to her dad. She could just take points. Celia knew her new title wouldn't stop the gossip, but it might help deter it. The badge both gave her authority and served as a signal that the professors were on her side. So Celia had made sure to pin it prominently to her robes. There would be no more hiding this year. On the contrary, she was going to make sure everyone knew she was head girl and in charge.

Celia had already had fun throwing her weight around by clearing out an entire train compartment for herself. Now she was sitting in the middle of the Slytherin table, defiantly staring back at anyone who happened to look her way. She didn't bother paying attention during the sorting ceremony or Professor Alcott-Ward's speech. With the head girl title firmly in her grasp, she no longer had any incentive to pretend to care about the school's traditions or its leaders. Instead, Celia began to scheme. This was going to be her year, and she was going to obliterate anyone who got in the way of that.
 
Margo felt like a completely different person coming into this school year. This time her confidence didn't feel like a poorly constructed shelter it felt stronger, sturdier. She had her friends back and that was all that mattered. Whatever this year threw at her she knew she could hold on to that. She made sure to catch a glimpse of Isadora and Cameron as the sorting ceremony began, a small voice prodding her to make sure they hadn't disappeared. The ceremony was nice like always and she smiled to the new students that joined them at the table. She was a prefect now and had actual responsibility now. She listened to the headmaster say his last few words and focused on the feast when it arrived.
 
Ten frowned, unsure whether the girl recognised her or not. "I don't think there's any rule about it?" she added, looking around to see if anyone was against her being over at the Slytherin table. "Anyway, I just wanted to say that I hope we can start fresh," she added, biting her own tongue as the words left her mouth. What she really wanted to do what tell her how annoying she was, but that wasn't going to solve a problem of making an enemy in the school and she'd only been there a day. Ten hadn't even been completely sure what they'd been arguing about, but it had been years since the day at the zoo, and besides they were becoming real witches now, not just children.

@Vanity Mettlestone
 
Adorah felt odd about being in the halls of Hogwarts again. She truly thought that her blip teaching two years ago would not put her here unless it was for a graduation or maybe even a visit in the future. However, here she was once again, sitting at the staff table with some of her own former professors, and this time, it was going to be for a good while. She looked out among the faces, recognizing a few here and there as the students filed in before sorting began. Adorah barely recalled her first sorting. It had been over 10 years, and things were such a blur that it was nice to get a refresher on the event. She watched as small humans who couldn't possibly be old enough to be eleven made their way up to the front and were told which table to sit at, formally changing the trajectory of their lives with one word. Once they were finished, she listened to the Professor Ward give the usual instructions before letting everyone enjoy their meal. It was nice to not have to worry about cooking, and Adorah started looking around at the food to see what seemed appealing.
 
Lena sat next to her colleagues as the feast began, not feeling very hungry but knowing she should at least eat something. She grabbed some vegetables and put them on her plate as she watched the students start to liven up the place. Even with two kids, her house had gotten quieter now that it was just her and the girls. The noise from the castle always bolstered her spirits, and Lena couldn't help but snicker as she heard a group of second years telling some of the recently sorted fibs about castle life. Lena took a bite of her vegetables and noticed a new face nearby to her. "I'm Lena. You look familiar," she added, putting out her hand.
 
Mercury had had a decent break, nothing too eventful, other than her mothers making her go to see a therapist, something she was not enjoying. She didn't like to talk to people, let alone a stranger. And even though it was a therapist who was also a witch, Mercury was struggling sharing anything with the woman, because she knew everything was going to make her sound crazy. And even though she wasn't a fan of school, it was better than having to be at home and see that woman every week. The Ravenclaw found a spot in the midst of a bunch of people at the table, near some of the other people in her year. While she didn't think they considered her a friend, she really, really, really wanted to try and be better about that this year. But she just struggled to find anything in common with these people. Mercury tried to listen to their conversations as they ate and would think about adding something a little too late before they jumped to a new topic. Slumping in her seat, she picked at her noodles until others started heading up to the Ravenclaw tower for the night.
 
Milo adjusted himself in his seat, hoping that Marnie wouldn’t keep yelling about Holden now that he’d sat down somewhere and was clearly busy in a very important conversation. “Over there, don’t worry about it,” he answered the girl, giving a vague handwave. He listened to her description of Gryffindor pensively, nodding and stroking his chin thoughtfully. “None that you’ve found yet, got it,” he said, sure a school like this had to have tonnes of passages and secrets. This girl just clearly didn’t know where to look. “I bet I could find some there’s gotta be a shortcut to get downstairs at least like a slide or something in the walls, I bet not even the teachers would want to walk up and down those all the time,” he explained to her confidently. “Like, wait who’s the head of house?” He asked, squinting at the staff table and trying to remember which one the headmaster had pointed out for Gryffindor. “I bet they probably know where one is so they can get to their class and still sleep in and stuff.” @Senna Overby
 
Silas meandered into the castle and took a seat with the other Hufflepuffs. He was excited to get a new brood of first years in their house, and he had also decided that he wanted to be more involved this year, not just with clubs, but also passing along his knowledge to the younger generation. As each new Hufflepuff came to their table, Silas clapped and cheered loudly, hoping that they would be happy with their new house. He loosely listened to the headmaster tell them to not go somewhere even though it was a fun place to go and then grabbed some food, starting to make some art on his plate out of some raw vegetables and rice. He wasn't sure where it was going, but he knew it was going to look beautiful.
 
Lorenzo cleared his throat as he entered the Hall after their long train rain, sitting in silence next to Tempest as she led him towards a seat, and Enzo noticed it was near her roommates. He didn't mind sitting with some of the younger students and quietly placed his hands on the table, listening intently as new students were directed where to go and announcements echoed against the walls. It all seemed obselete to Enzo at the moment, still trying to process the past few weeks. He had been strong for her mother and sisters, but things had been confusing. Why he and Tempest had been ushered back to school even though everyone's safety was a concern didn't make sense to him, and his mother's only answer was to hold secret meetings in spelled rooms with strange adults who introduced themselves in languages Lorenzo had never learned. As the food was placed in front of them, he wasn't hungry, but he knew it would be rude not to eat something the house elves had worked diligently on. Lorenzo could see Tempest was also not interested in food but grabbed a spoonful of some bean medley. "Would you like some?" he asked, before placing a dollop on his own plate.
 
Veronique was thankful to be back at school and to see her friends. She sat beside her roommates once they went into the hall, but they quickly started having their own conversation. Veronique was never sure if she really did have friends or who considered her a friend, but it didn't stop her from being nice and forcing herself into situations, as awkward as they may be. However, today, she was tired from the train ride and just listened to Penelope and Marnie talk about boys and whatnot. She didn't really have a crush on anybody yet, but she hoped a boy would ask her to the dances this year. She leaned on her hand as she ate, trying not to fall asleep before the rest of her friends started walking to their dorms.
 
Tempest didn't want to be here, but she had been given explicit instructions by her mother, emphasized more than usual: don't draw attention to yourself. Tempest found the idea of this difficult, as she thought she was much prettier and cleverer than most of her classmates. But, she knew it was very important to keep her head down for the time being, as to not embarass her mother or the rest of the their family... wherever they were. She kept walking until she ended up beside June, not really talking to or acknowledging her as she listened to what was happening. She really couldn't care about any of the new first years. Even the Slytherin ones were probably not as good as her group... even if some of her classmates were questionable. Everyone started to eat, and Tempest looked at him as he offered her food. "No," she said, shaking her head. She had barely been hungry since her father left, and she figured Enzo was just trying to help. "I'll see you tomorrow," she said to him, quickly getting up as students started eating and heading down to the dungeons.
 
Felix watched the sorting ceremony with passive interest. He liked seeing how excited the first years were but he could already feel the excitement of the new year fading already. He didn't have exams this year but he knew his lessons would be challenging and he had his animagus work to do on top of it all. Aeon had sent him with a load of books he was supposed to read by the time he got home for the holidays. The headmasters speech faded into the background as he scanned the table looking for Molly. He hadn't done a good job keeping in touch over the break and he wondered if she was mad at him. His stomach didn't feel great as the food arrived. He served himself a plate but hoped the rest of the night went quickly so he could get some rest. He was already tired.
 
Oz couldn't help but let out a sigh of relief as Audrey was sorted in to Ravenclaw. She had berated Hufflepuff non-stop and even his hope for the hat enacting cruel revenge on her did not override his desire for her not to be in the same house as him. The new Hufflepuffs seemed fine, though perhaps all a bit too cheerful. This year as a whole seemed kind of loud. Not that it was just exclusive to this year - Marnie yelled something out, and Oz winced a little. He didn't know the girl personally but he knew of her because she tended to stick out and be a bit loud. It probably didn't help that he had overly sensitive ears. He strained to reach some potatoes and some pork and put it on his plate. He could at least eat almost as much as everyone else, even with his small frame.
 
Caleb didn't want to be here. Hogwarts at the beginning was an escape. A chance for him to have freedom but his life had changed so drastically over the years things had started to flip. Now being at home didn't feel like a bomb was about to go off, and school was the place that was starting to feel suffocating. His time over the holiday just proved how ready he was to be done with this place. It didn't help that he saw the badge on Celia's robes and knew just how insufferable it was going to make her. He scanned the table to see if he could share a commiserating look with Ivelisse but he couldn't find her. The sorting ceremony and all the speeches bored him to death. But he did perk up slightly when the food appeared. At least that was something to look forward to.
 
Vanity clicked her tongue in annoyance. "I don't see anyone else doing it." She said pointedly. She glared at the girl for a moment. Was she really trying to apologize? Well, no, she hadn't even said sorry. Vanity arched one eyebrow. "Maybe you shouldn't have been a bully if you wanted to start fresh." She said coolly, revealing that she knew exactly who the other girl was. Then she turned her attention on her food, intending to completely ignore the Gryffindor from now on until she went away.

@Amortentia Layton-King
 
Just because no one else was doing it, didn't mean it was the wrong thing to do. Apparently Vanity didn't understand that though. "Maybe you shouldn't have been a bully and then you wouldn't have found yourself in this situation," Ten replied through gritted teeth. She'd done her best to be as nice to the girl as she could, but apparently she wasn't having it. Vanity turned away to focus once more on her food, which ultimately just made Ten feel as though she wanted to be in control of the conversation. Ten moved away, although not back towards the Gryffindor table. Vanity would have to learn soon that she couldn't just be rude to people and expect to get away with it. Approaching the Head Girl, Ten tapped her on the shoulder as she reached the other end of the Slytherin's. The better end. "Congratulations on Head Girl! My aunt was in Slytherin a few years ago, she was Head Girl too." she smiled.

@Vanity Mettlestone @Celia Vuong
 
The food appeared, and Celia was unsurprised to see that it was the usual bland and vaguely British fare. Thank god this was her last welcome feast. Celia knew there were probably some seventh years who were feeling sentimental, but if she never saw another boiled potato again, it would be too soon. She started to fill her plate with a salad, but she had barely picked up her fork when she felt a tap on her shoulder. Celia turned, frowning automatically when she saw it was one of the newly sorted first years. She knew she would have to deal with the first years later, but she'd been counting on at least getting to eat in peace. This one came bearing a message of congratulations, however, and Celia's frown quickly disappeared. "Oh, thank you," she said, giving the girl a polite smile and curious look. "Who's your aunt?" Celia asked, already mentally running through a list of all the recent head girls.

@Amortentia Layton-King
 
Ivelisse raised a curious eyebrow at Gwen stiffling a giggle, wondering if perhaps the other girl wasn't a huge fan of their new headgirl either. Still, Slytherins were sneaky and she wasn't entirely sure if she should trust someone she didn't particularly know. Even if Gwen almost literally handed her what she needed to hear on a silver platter. For all she knew, she could be buddies with Celia and rat her out later. Although it was difficult imagining anyone being genuinely friends with Celia. "Apparently not." She simply replied in return when Gwen mentioned Celia being the wrong choice. "Oh.. thanks. I guess." Ive added a little surprised at what the girl said next. "So you're.. not a fan?" @Gwen Goodwin
 
Senna glanced in the general direction of where the boy said he had come from, still curious as to what had caused him to crawl under the table to get away from it. "So why did you crawl under the table? Wasn't fun where you were sitting? Or was someone bothering you?" She asked rapidly, hoping he would give her a better answer than the vage handwave he had just used. "Suuuure." Sen replied with a small nod, not surprised at the kid's confidence. He had surely been sorted into gryffindor for a reason. "It's professor Kingsley." She answered his question, nodding towards the gryffindor head of house. "I don't think she uses a slide to get anywhere though.." @Milo Frogg
 
Gwen understood Ivelisse's wariness, she wouldn't be a very good Slytherin if she just took Gwen at her word. But it was a bit tiring nonetheless. Gwen decided to be mostly honest, just in case the girl had any idea about Gwen's social circle. "Not a fan." She confirmed. "I actually used to run a bit in the same circles as her, but she's not... a nice person." Gwen grimaced. "So seeing her all... smug and happy with her new position is kind of annoying. I can't imagine how it must be for you." She added with a sigh. "Professor Alcott-Ward is a strange one, that's for sure."

@Ivelisse Burleigh
 
Ivelisse definitely felt more reassured when Gwen blatanly admittedly she wasn't a fan of Celia. Especially since she also admitted to actually being somewhat friendly with her at first. At least that's what it sounded like. "It's the worst." She admittedly quietly in return, grinning when Gwen mentioned the headmaster being a weird one. If anything, he lacked some severe sense of character judgement. "So then what's that cliché saying? The enemy of my enemy is my friend..?" Ive grinned, almost wondering if she really had anything else in common with the people she hung out with other than just strongly disliking Celia. Somehow, some way, the other girl had unwillingly become a central factor in life and she couldn't wait to get out of school and leave it all behind. @Gwen Goodwin
 
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