General The Gryffindor Table 2017-2018 Closed

"Oh I never knew that if you where redheaded people likes to chase people! Oh that's funny." Juliana responded to the other girl. "Oh and Griffindor is already my enemy, like the whole Griffindor is my enemy. Even my roommates. Its hilarious in my opinion." Juliana said in a annoyed tone as she put her book down. " And now, if you excuse me I will continue to read Alchemical duodecimo'" Juliana put the book back to her face. She was starting to like the house. Only because she found the people amusing. Juliana got bored as soon as she read one word from the book so then she decided to continue on. " I Dont really care if you take my drawings and art stuff since I already lost a whole bunch of them by tripping a lot. But you might want to reconsider that idea, because I looove pranks. Not that I'm going to play some one you..." Juliana said in a smile. Wow. A redheaded girl is going to follow her and try to ruin her life, Juliana's life was already ruined. Maybe if she went by the Slytherin table more often or if she hanged out with more Slytherins more often then maybe she would go away. Pfft that girl said that redheads like to chase people around, oh that was too funny. By the thought of it Juliana burst into laughter. She held out her hand towards the girl. " Oh its nothing. Dont worry. I'm just a phsycopath who laughs for no reason." 

Rhea raised her eyebrow as Puppet openly acknowledged that she was mocking the House. And she thought that the people in Gryffindor were amusing, was that it? Oh, Rhea would give her something to be amused about. She didn't know what it was now, but she knew that eventually she'd figure something out and make Puppet regret talking smack about Gryffindor. 

"i don't really care if you take my drawings and art stuff since I already lost a whole bunch of them by tripping a lot. But you might want to reconsider that idea, because I looove pranks. Not thatI I'm going to play some one you..." Puppet smiled evilly, a mischievous spark in her eyes. Rhea smirked, knowing that this was her time to pretend to me an innocent little girl who had absolutely no idea how to prank. But in reality, Rhea had never lost a prank battle. Never. And she never would. 

"Oh no, you're gonna play a prank on me?" Rhea said, bringing her hands to her mouth and opening her eyes in mock fear. "Please don't!"

Rhea smirked inside and crossed her arms, sending a challenging look to Puppet. If she wanted to have enemies from Gryffindor, well then so be it. Rhea didn't deal well with anyone who treated her and what she dearly loved poorly. 

Emily, clearly annoyed by the continuing bickering looked up from her small plate of food. Raising a dark eyebrow she brushed away her black, messy hair to get a better look at the situation. It was not like her to inject in a conversation, but this was getting interesting. She observed the two girls from across the table, one with pasty white skin and black hair, wearing boring, square glasses, and the other, with fiery amber  hair.

Emily snickered slightly as she realised that this vampire looking girl was in Gryffindor herself. It was quite odd to insult the house you are in, for your house should be your family.

Interjecting into the conversation, without really being asked first, the black haired Gryffindor cleared her throat and spoke in a quiet, but assertive tone "Aren't you in Gryffindor as well? I would think its a bit thick to be criticising your own house... If you dont like it, then there is a extra table you can sit at, or im sure the Hufflepuffs will take you." She of course was messing with the mutonus traitor. Emily smirked, her dark blue eyes, were almost violet as they squinted up in taunting concern. "Oh and you got that confused, Gryffindor is the bravest table." She added as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. "Perhaps you should do a bit more research on Hogwarts, or just listen to the sorting hat next time." She was sneering now, laughing at such ignorance. 

As for the pranks, they would be amusing to watch, she had read a book about some curses and pranks, but wasn't too interested in practicing them. More of seeing the true effects of the curses. 

After she was finished with her small declaration, she looked back down at her plate and started to eat. After the exciting events of the train and sorting, she was ravenous. 

The small girl walked to the Gryffindor table. She was excited for being in the house she wanted.  She however, was more excited about seeing people over talking. She preferred hiding behind a book. Her favorite being Hogwarts: A History. She watched everyone talk to their friends, or first years meeting their friends. She felt out of place, despite being happy. "No wonder you can't get friends easily, Sophie. You never talk!" She, Sophie hissed at herself, despite people being around. She didn't want someone to call her out on it, yet it felt natural and easy. It calmed her.
"Gryffindor.. I'll have to send mum a letter. She'll be happy." Sophie trailed off, Her emerald eyes scanning the table, and the Professors. She stared at them, excitement flowing through her veins once more. 'You can learn magic from all these wonderful witches and wizards! You get to even use magic when you're here! What's the fuss?' Her thoughts yelled at her, which happened quite a lot, she never payed attention anyway. She finally noticed the food in front of her. She quickly grabbed anything in reach and began eating. The food was wonderful, but she didn't eat much, her stomach wasn't used to most food, and she was fine with obeying it.
"Whelp.. Maybe After this I can read some more books.." She muttered, in fact, She planned it. She smiled at her own little plan, it was her favorite of them all.

Once sorted, the young boy found himself between Sophie and Emily. He was relieved to finally be sorted, but amused to find himself almost completely surrounded by girls. He wasn't the type to mind, of course, as girls were smart and could help him out, too. Not that he was interested in any of them. He was much too young for that. He scanned the others before looking at the food. He was starving, but forced himself to wait as he turned to Sophie, instead. "You like to read?" He asked, trying to stir up a conversation other than the incredibly ridiculous one happening across the table from him. "What kind of books do you like?" He asked, wondering if small talk was something he was good at.

Having started a conversation, the boy turned to the food. Grabbing just a small amount of each thing, he forced himself to eat slowly and properly. He had been raised with good manners, and just because he was away from his family didn't mean he could just pig out. He took a small bite of mashed potato and glanced about with his brown eyes, wondering if it would be difficult to make friends with the others in his house, and even worse, those in other houses. He had heard about the rivalry, but didn't really understand it. Friendly competition was one thing. Hatred was another.

As she sunk into her seat, she was starting to get this dizzy feeling, she was almost falling asleep right there at the table. She of course tried her best to maintenance in place, as she rested her face on her left palm. Sofia was a very shy girl who never opened up to people, only those who she felt comfortable with, so being in this massive room with a crowd of kids made her want to hide in a puddle and just forget the world, she wanted to go home, home to Spain, London just wasn't right for her. Her friends, she missed her friends and how close she were with them, and her family, she does have a really big family, a big ammount of them that she have never met before, but sure plan to.

The dizzy feeling came once again, she made a quiet noise "Argh...". She held up her neck with her hand and stretched her back, she wasn't feeling herself anymore, she really didn't wanan feel this way, she wanted the pain and emotions to go away, she just wanted to enjoy her timie and make friends, but that was always a task Sofia couldn't do, not without help.

Evan was not a picky eater, and when it came to eating, he eat it all. Everything on his plate, no more and no less. It was like a visit from heaven's loyal chef, it was the best meal he had ever eat down, maybe one of the quickest too. He was starving so much that he didn't notice the floating candles that illuminated the hall, that he didn't notice the amazing quality of the plates he had eaten from, but he didn't care right now, it was just a nice meal. When he finally did finish, after the long moments of evil grins that made their way onto his skull, he looked around. He wanted more, but decided it was best not to eat his life away.

He took the time to look up, it was beautiful, there were no other words to describe the sights in front of his eyes, just beautiful. The candles were enchanted to float, it was like something you'd see in a fairy tale, but he still like it. The plates looked amazing, the entire hall looked amazing. It was one of the best rooms he had ever had the pleasure to find himself in, and he doubted there'd ever be anything to top what he had found himself in. He didn't care about the food, he just cared about what he was seeing, it was marvelous.

It was difficult, but he knew he'd have to leave soon, and began to tear the connection between him and the bench where he had seated himself.

Thora felt a small loss as the hat was removed - she wondered if she might find it later on and talk to it some more - but as soon as she could see and hear properly again, she heard a cheer rising up from a table to her left. She smiled, tentatively, rising from the little stool and moving towards them.

It felt kind of nice to belong somewhere... warm, even.

She made her way to an empty seat, and sat down, feeling uncertain. Before she had to decide whether or not to introduce herself to those nearby, though, the next name had been called. She enjoyed watching people get sorted, guessing in her head whether they would join her new table, or one of the other three. Thora grinned widely when she was right, but otherwise made no outward sign of her own private game.

When the sorting finally ended, and the Headmaster rose up to say a few words, she felt her own stomach growl rather loudly. Embarrassed, she glanced about her, but it seemed she was not alone in hoping that the food would come sooner than later.

The Headmaster, it seemed, felt the same way - or knew how they felt or... something - because his words were very brief, and then there was food on the table where there had been none. Thora gasped at the sudden appearance, eyes widening, as she sat for a moment staring. She continued to stare, trying to determine if it was all real, as many about her reached for food and began filling their plates.

How could Ava hate this place? It was wonderful!

Picking up her plate, she filled it with beef, potatoes, and cooked carrots, eyeing the chicken-legs for later, and began to fill her mouth with delicious food. Bloody hell, was she hungry!

Lisa had waited with baited breath as the Sorting Hat was placed on her head and the sight of all the faces in the Hall were shrouded by the black innards. Her heart had been pounding so hard she was sure that in the hush that seemed louder than noise, all the students and professors might hear it.

Thehat, it spoke to her and while she was unsure if the conversation waz private or not, the dark haired girl found the odd reedy voice somewhat comforting. She had thought about what house she might be sorted into all day. Would she be a Hufflepuff like her father, a Slytherin like her mother? Or maybe she would be placed somewhere else entirely.

As it turned out, she had been onto something with that particular line of thinking because before long, the Hat had shouted Gryffindor. Hopping down from the stool, Lisa had walked to the table that had erupted in cheers and applause. Gryffindor. She smiled. She was plenty brave, plenty bold. It was a good fit and she couldn't wait to write home to her parents to tell them the good news.

Once the ceremony was complete, the eleven year old settled in among her new house mates as plates were filled with the most delicious array of food.

"Could you pass the pumpkin juice please?" she asked a fellow first year sitting nearby.

Asteria took her seat along side her classmates. She couldn't wait to send an owl to her parents! Her mum would undoubtedly be happy to hear she was placed in Gryffindor, her dad might be a little sad, but she's sure he'd be happy as well. Asteria looked around in shock at all the food, she knew it would be a feast, but this was a lot of  of food. What would happen to anything left over? Thinking carefully, Asteria decided to fill her plate with Roast beef, roast chicken, mashed potatoes,peas,carrots and added some gravy to the roast beef and chicken.
"If you're done with the Pumpkin Juice, can you pass it over please?" Asteria asked the girl next to her. She wasn't sure how she'd fit dessert in, but she'd sure try, she hadn't eaten since she bought a few sweets from the trolley on the train, and it was a long ride to the school. The next thing she knew, she had just finished eating her dinner, and dessert had appeared on the the. table "Goodness!" Asteria said amused. "How do they expect us to still have room for dessert, after all that dinner?" Trying her best, Asteria took some ice cream, a small slice of pumpkin tart and some rice pudding. "Ugh, I think I'll be full for ages." She muttered to no one in particular.