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Post by Mariana Torrenne on Jan 31, 2007 17:10:55 GMT 10
Mariana sat in he chair at the Saphricorn dining table. She always sat in this same chair for every meal. Looking around she noticed there were not many other people in the Golden Hall tonight. Of course the evening meal had only just started and the sun was still in the sky, not that you could see it beneath the tick layer of cloud that made up the days weather pattern.
She wasn’t really into the outdoors. Not at Koalingo anyway, there was nothing to the terrain she was used to back at home. At home she could wander the rolling green hills folding down upon the sandy dunes of the beaches. She could walk a mile out to sea and still only be ankle deep, searching for pipis where the sand dunes climbed out of the water.
Here she could do none of that. She was an island girl, used to the sand and the sea. There was none of that around here. Granted there were always possibilities of going skiing in the colder months. She knew there were many placed in the area that snowed naturally in winter, not that much of that had occurred this year.
All and all she was feeling a little negative at the moment, though she wouldn’t show it. About now she looked up to see more people coming into the Golden Hall. And so she planted a smile on her face in an attempt to look a lot happier then she really felt.
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Post by Alex Zander on Feb 1, 2007 22:12:54 GMT 10
Alex was not supposed to sit at any other table in the Golden Hall but the Emerindyl table. He knew this, it was nothing new, it had always been this way, and to be honest he didn’t really know why he did what he was about to do. Walking into the Golden Hall he had scanned the Emerindyl table as he approached it. There were a few students sitting at it from the first year and one or two from the fifth and sixth but as no one was from his group he decided to sit at the Saphricorn table today.
“Hi my name is Alex,” he said when he came to sit across from a girl whom, apart from not looking too happy, also appeared to be quite alone and in as much need for company as he was. “Alex Zander” he said as he held out his hand to shake her own.
He smiled as he did this. He was a very social person and anyone who did know him would understand this as being typical behaviour for him. Others who didn’t know him sometimes found him odd. But he knew this girl was in Saphricorn, he had nearly been sorted into Saphricorn and already had quite a few friends in the house so decided that this girl should accept him warmly.
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Post by Mariana Torrenne on Feb 21, 2007 6:27:03 GMT 10
Mariana flinched when she was addressed, she was feeling a little on edge this morning, she had been yelled at a couple of times already by a boy in her house who, for reasons unknown, thought he had to yell at her to be heard. She had retreated the dining hall and had found it surprising but pleasant to be approached by someone, even from another house, who felt it was not necessary to yell. “Hi,” she smiled with a relief washing over her. It was not that she didn’t like Jay, as she did. But she was after a little bit of quieter time.
“Hows it going?” she asked him as she put her hand out to receive a glass of pineapple tropical juice. Her favourite. She lifted it to her mouth and took a drink of it waiting for the reply of the Emerindyl. She knew his name was Alex, he was in the year above her and was possibly one of the most Saphricorn-typed Emerindyl’s there were. She knew he was also quite loud, and was thankful for the fact that had not been so today.
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Post by Alex Zander on Feb 22, 2007 16:21:47 GMT 10
“Pretty good,” he told her knowing this was not the correct way to reply when using proper English, but she was a Saphricorn and he knew she would not pick up on this. He smiled at her as he spoke, “Nothing to complain about today, not that I usually have anything to complain about, and really, why should I complain about anything because it just gets people done and in some cases me down, and feeling down doesn’t really help anyone, does it?” he said knowing this was logic he was speaking now and logic was sometimes not the best thing to use unless it worked to your advantage.
”How about yourself? You’re sitting alone I see? How very unlike a Saphricorn,” he smile, this was not an insult, nor was it an enquiry into whether or not the girl had any friends, she was a Saphricorn, they were all friends, and not just with the people in their own house either. In fact a good number of Alex’s own friends were in the Saphricorn House. “Is there nothing else happening in the world that you would not rather be doing then sitting in here watching the glow worms mate,”
Alex looked skywards at this, no one would know it without looking up, but the glowworms were actually mating. And these glow worms were not like the ordinary glow worms found in the muggle world, these glow worms were quite raucous indeed.
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Post by Mariana Torrenne on Feb 24, 2007 10:20:23 GMT 10
“That’s good to hear,” she smiled at him, she did catch that it was not the proper answer but she didn’t care, if it were her in his place she would probably have said the same thing, only she might have said she could complain, but no one would listen, “And what had put you in such a good mood today, not that there is anything wrong with it, but you do seem overly happy,” she said looking up at him appearing slightly amused. She liked happy people, though she would have to admit that sometimes, just sometimes, she didn’t quite understand them. Not wholly, not without knowing what made them smile so much.
”I’m not so bad,” she lied. She was not feeling one hundred percent today and she would go on about it if they were close enough friends. She didn’t think they were though, she was really just meeting him for the first time, so didn’t follow through with what would normally be the way she did things. She thought about her answer for a second, wondering if she really had something to complain about, realising her only issue was that she had nothing to do, and now with Alex to talk to… well she was doing something.
”Well maybe I am a little better then not so bad, but that’s for no reason, so lets hear yours and maybe my mood will improve a bit,” she smiled at him, hoping this would entice him to carry on with their conversation. She liked him already, he seemed nice enough.
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Post by Barnak Pengryffin on Apr 7, 2007 22:55:11 GMT 10
Barnak had been tucking into an early dinner, seated with his back to the wall and enjoying the quiet of the still mostly empty hall. In particular, he had been warmed by the sight of a Saphricorn sitting alone - not at all their usual habit - with an expression of cheer that even he could see was completely false. For once the Saphricorn table was not making the bulk of the noise in the Great Hall.
Had been, because now one of the more annoying Emerindyls was trying to make chatty with the girl and her smile had become genuine.
He glared sourly at the pair of them for a moment, before returning to his dinner with a frown and contemplating how he could turn the girl's day back into a bad one before it ended.
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Post by Alex Zander on Apr 10, 2007 7:20:49 GMT 10
“Overly happy?” Alex laughed, knowing this would not exactly back up any objections he might have had against the argument. But still he didn’t mind, he had been described as overly happy by a great deal many people in his time, and he had grown to appreciate the title, there was nothing wrong with being happy, it was so much more interesting then being a broody little jerk whom sat around all day wondering how he could ruin the day’s of others. Alex thoughts drifted momentarily to a Ruberagon who was looking at them, he thought to tell the boy to ’stare off but thought this might be exactly what he wanted and so decided to deny him the pleasure of it.
‘I guess perhaps I am but I think even you can appreciate it is a lot more interesting and comforting then being overly mean, or outright miserable.” He smiled at her as some food appeared beside his hand. Cheese and tomato breville’s with a dusting of pepper and salt. His favourite. He smiled at her and bit into the first one cautiously. He always ate them like this as they had a tendency to be very hot. This one was no different and he took a quick sip of a glass of milk that appeared by them to put out the fire.
“Well I dunno if there is anything exactly, it’s a nice day, the sun is shining the Quidditch pitch is booked for Emerindyl training, ergo I will be spending the rest of the day flying around the Quidditch pitch, so I guess that could be what is putting me in a good mood,” he smiled, “You like Quidditch,” it was a statement more then a question; Alex could not understand how someone could not like Quidditch.
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Post by Barnak Pengryffin on Apr 11, 2007 21:45:27 GMT 10
Barnak's ears pricked up at the mention of an Emerindyl quidditch practice.
One hand made its apparently innocent way to his pocket and drew out a long, black handkerchief which he held to his face, wiping his nose against its corner and squinting up at the pair on the Saphricorn table. His eyes took in the scene and then dropped again with the handkerchief as he replaced it in his pocket. In his lap, slipping from the kerchief as it was put away, lay his wand.
With one hand Barnak picked up his fork and rather disinterestedly skewered some morsels; he curled the other around his wand and pointed it at the Emerindyl boy's steaming snack. A few muttered words - learned well in his primary school years, and never seeming to lack occasion to be used - were all that was needed, and then the wand was shifted quickly to the breast pocket of his robes, and with not so much as a cursory glance in their direction he went back to eating his dinner, which was a great deal more appetising than the Emerindyl boy's had just become.
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Post by Alex Zander on Apr 16, 2007 7:18:05 GMT 10
“I think Godric has put a pretty decent side together this year,” Alex said as he smiled at Mariana before lifting one of the breville halves to his mouth. He sniffed it first, as always he did, noting each of the aroma’s that normally came from cheese and tomato. It smelt great, there was no reason why he should suspect it and not proceed and so he lifted it to his mouth and took a precautionary bite. After all, it was still quite hot.
The sound he made was much likened to that of a choking duck, he spat the piece of breville out of his mouth and started cursing as his hands scrambled for the six or seven glasses of various liquids that appeared at his flailing front.
He grabbed the nearest and down half of it before shaking his head madly and spitting it out. Luckily, the magic of the table was so, that when he did spit, a rather large bowl appeared in place to catch it, though it was likely Mariana might be in the way of some splash back.
“That was vile,” he snapped at no one in particular as he pulled out his wand and started jabbing at the breville’s to see what was on them. Alas, to no avail, they looked perfectly normal. Why then did they not taste likewise?
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Post by Barnak Pengryffin on Apr 16, 2007 23:07:16 GMT 10
Barnak brought the fork to his lips, but when the strange, animalistic noises erupted from the Emerindyl boy he fairly missed his mouth. He grabbed at a serviette and hurriedly dabbed the food away from his face, digging distractedly at his plate with his free hand and begging himself not to show his amusement outwardly as a small tear of laughter plopped into his lap.
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