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Post by ring_junkie on Apr 29, 2006 9:31:21 GMT -5
Andy sat, as she always did, near the middle of the Gryffindor table in the Great Hall and yawned widely, then proceeded to help herself to a glass of pumpkin juice and a small bowl of cereal. It was too early to be up... just too early. School should start later. Glancing up as the morning post arrived, her grey-green eyes scanned the hall for any sign of Snitch, her small scops owl - named so because he was so tiny. Either he was too little to be seen amongst the swarm of other birds, or he wasn't there, so Andy went back to her breakfast. She had been expecting a reply to her letter home, which she had sent as soon as she'd got to school - explaining that she'd left her Transfiguration textbook at home and asking her parents to send it on to her as soon as they could.
Munching on her cornflakes, she pulled a plate towards her with her free hand and loaded it with some bacon, toast and a fried egg. She always ate a lot at breakfast, and couldn't understand how some people couldn't eat breakfast. That, to her, was just odd.
Having finished her cereal, Andy pushed the bowl away and drew the plate closer to her, picking up a knife and fork and digging in. As per usual, the food was delicious at Hogwarts - a lot better than her mother's cooking for sure. Those little house-elves down in the kitchens were brilliant, and - what was more - they loved to do their job, so carried it out with the best of their ability. Her father had told her many times about Hermione Granger's many attempts to free them, through her SPEW campaign, and how the house-elves had reacted to this. Of course, he had also told Andy how to get into the kitchens.
Feeling friendly, Andy looked up as someone sat down opposite her and gave them a smile. "Hey," she said brightly, by way of greeting. It was odd - some people seemed awestruck when they met her, others indifferent, and the rest - Slytherins mostly - disgusted; all because she was Harry Potter's daughter. She didn't like being famous by association. In her opinion, she should have to earn her own fame, instead of leeching off her father's.
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Post by Alloy Alloy on Apr 29, 2006 9:43:23 GMT -5
As always Tom Valor liked to way up early, as the saying goes the early bird catches the worm. If he didnt' get up, who knows, most of the good stuff would be gone. He entered the Great Hall, dressed in a pair of brown chordroy slacks, some brown flip flops, and a white t-shirt. He thought the rules of casual wear at Hogwarts was a blessing from God.
He found his way over to his house table, noticing some others already there. He smiled, and took a seat closer to the small bunch. He fixed himself a small bowl of some cereal and a glass of fresh pineapple juice. It was that or pumpkin juice, and he didn't fancy pumpkin like most did. While eating his tawny owl, Moxin arrived with the Daily Prophet. Tom took out a owl treat and fed it to the pet. Then the little bird flew off, leaving Tom to read his paper. Tom open the paper, contuined with his cereal, and read the paper.
There was nothing new and exciting going on, so Tom folded it up and placed it to the side to take back to his dorm room. After finishing his bowl he made a huge platter of food filled with sausage, bacon, eggs, and grits. "A hearty breakfast was good for the soul" his mother always says.
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Post by ...Really Bad Eggs... on Apr 29, 2006 15:40:26 GMT -5
Amber had just reached the Great Hall when the post arrived, she didn’t expect any letters from home – for one thing her father would be too busy (it wasn’t as if she wanted any letters from him anyway) and Amber had directly told her mother not to send letters to her. When her mum did send letters they would often be the annoying nagging type – the kind that would want to know whether she’d taken to wearing make-up or skirts lately. Amber’s reply to these letters would always be the same ‘no and no’, why should she wear a skirt? Or make-up? It wasn’t as if she was trying to impress anyone and even if she was she would hope that wouldn’t matter to them.
Looking up to make sure no owls were heading towards her, none were, she then made her way over to the Gryffindor table. Looking over for some where to sit she saw a friend, Tom Valor, sitting next near Andy Potter from Qudditch. Sitting down she playfully punched Tom on the arm, “Alright?” – nearly all of Amber’s best and close friends were boys, and then she said to Andy, “Hey, how was your summer? Nice to see you back…” she lent forward and took some toast of one of the plates in the centre of the table, Amber then buttered it and took a bite. Whilst munching it she said, “I’ve got some great ideas for the Qudditch team this year…” whilst she said this toast crumbs sprayed out of her mouth.
((OOC: Hope you don't mind I made Tom and Amber friends I mean, they're in the same house and year... I figured they'd be friends, but if you want it changed just tell me ^^))
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Post by Alloy Alloy on Apr 29, 2006 17:42:19 GMT -5
((OOC: that's cool with me. I was trying to see who could be Tom's friend. LOL!))
Tom looked over at Amber and shook his head. "You're a punk, Amber. You know that right?" He was only joking and even said so afterward. He grinned as she talked about Quidditch, Tom was looking forward to joining the team if there was still free space. "Is there any positions left on the team? I was thinking of join this year."
He grabbed for sausage and grits, and ate on, to fill his need for food. He slurped down some juice, and ran a hand through his semi-long hair. In the light it looked more blond than normal, but Tom really had brown hair. Not that hair color really mattered now. After finishing everything, Tom pushed the plate away from him and stretched. This was his signal that now he was fully awake and ready to get the day started. "So, what's everyone got planned today?" he asked, meaning what was everyone doing after classes.
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Post by ...Really Bad Eggs... on Apr 30, 2006 7:33:07 GMT -5
“You're a punk, Amber. You know that right?"
Amber just grinned in response and continued munching her toast.
"Is there any positions left on the team? I was thinking of join this year."
Amber looked round at him again, Tom was a decent player and it would be cool to have him on the team, “Actually since Jason and Isaac left last year, we are actually going a bit spare… Looking for replacement chasers an extra beater and still a new keeper,” ‘going and bit spare’ was a much too kind way to describe the Gryffindor Quidditch team’s shortcomings. In fact almost all the not-so-good team had left last year and they were still minus a keeper – the best they’d had to fill in that spot was a small 2cnd year called Cadwgawn who could barely stay on a broom let alone save goals.
“Anyway Andy, I’ve managed to book us the pitch on Saturday for a practice and try outs in the afternoon – you have to help me pick the new team other wise my head will explode,” she then turned to Tom again, “So bring your broom down to the pitch on Saturday afternoon and we’ll see how good you really are Valor,” she grinned and raised an eyebrow in a friendly challenge.
“So, what's everyone got planned today?"
Amber pulled the tray of toast towards her again and chose another piece, buttering it again and taking a bite out of it. “Nothing much, I was maybe gonna go look around for this new guy – Woody, I met him last week,” she said.
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Post by Alloy Alloy on Apr 30, 2006 7:45:45 GMT -5
When Tom heard that they did need positions filled on the team, he grinned. He thought about being a chaser, but finally decided he'd try out for the last position of beater. He nodded when Amber said to come out, and try out and what not.
Whose Woody? Tom thought. "Really now? That's cool. Where'd you meet him?" Tom asked. He was just curious, after all Amber and him were like brother and sister. Or at least that's how he viewed it. Tom looked around the room, noticing more student coming into the place. He then turned his attention back to Andrea and Amber.
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Post by ring_junkie on Apr 30, 2006 10:26:27 GMT -5
“Hey, how was your summer? Nice to see you back…”
"Yeah, you too," Andy replied, wondering how long it would take for Amber to start talking about the Gryffindor team. She was surprised she hadn't all ready. "It was okay, you know... My mum's being her normal weird self - the other day she tried to tell me that these creatures called snorlocks were attacking wizards by pretending to be spoons. Apparently they jump down the wizard's throat when he tries to eat with them and strangle them to death by tying the tongue around the windpipe," she grinned. "I dunno where she gets all this stuff..."
“I’ve got some great ideas for the Qudditch team this year…”
There it was. Quidditch. "Have you? Cool," Andy replied, finishing off her fried egg on toast. The team needed some new ideas. And some new players. She glanced up at Amber's friend as he said that he would like to join the team. "Dude... that would be great - we need a decent player other than Amber on our team."
“Anyway Andy, I’ve managed to book us the pitch on Saturday for a practice and try outs in the afternoon – you have to help me pick the new team other wise my head will explode,”
Andy smiled. "Yeah, sure." Being part of the team gave her an extra set of friends she might not have had, did she not play Quidditch. She was grateful for it.
“So, what's everyone got planned today?"
Letting Amber go first, seeing as she was Tom's friend, not Andy, she was intrigued as to who this 'Woody' was. Tom seemed a little interested too, by the way he questioned Amber about him. In the end, Andy didn't answer the question about what they had planned - the conversation seemed to have moved on.
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Post by ...Really Bad Eggs... on Apr 30, 2006 13:39:44 GMT -5
"Really now? That's cool. Where'd you meet him?"
“Oh he was around my dad’s house,” she said. Amber never called it ‘my house’ as she didn’t view it as her house, it was her dad’s home, and it would never be Ambers. “He’s transferring from Duncan Public School… he seemed nice,” she said, thinking about Woody and getting a slightly glazed over look in her eyes. “I’m not sure if he’s in Gryffindor or Ravenclaw… I haven’t seem him around the common room, so I think he’s in Ravenclaw… it would’ve been nice if he was in Gryffindor…” she then realised what she sounded like and added, “For the Qudditch team I mean…” She quickly took a large bite of toast to stop herself from talking.
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Post by Alloy Alloy on Apr 30, 2006 13:41:58 GMT -5
Tom chuckled,"Riiight.." Tom shook his head and looked at Andrea who finally looked like she was getting into the spirit of talking. "I think you want more than just for him to be on the Quidditch team Amb." Tom ran a hand through his brown locks, and cleared his throat with a small cough.
Just then Woodson walked throught he entrance to the Great Hall. He was dressed in a pair of dark blue denim slack, a shirt t-shit that showed up his muscles, and a dark blue deniem jacket. His hair was spiked up, which gave him a slight pretty boy appearance. On his feet he wore a pair of black flip flop which also gave him the appearance of a muggle surfer. He took a seat over at the Ravenclaw table, having not noticed Amber yet.
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Post by ...Really Bad Eggs... on Apr 30, 2006 15:56:03 GMT -5
"I think you want more than just for him to be on the Quidditch team Amb."
Amber blinked at Tom, “Hey!” she said, hitting him on the shoulder, it was intended to be soft but actually turned out to be rather a hard punch, “Do not!” She pouted slightly and turned to look at the door to the Great Hall, where Woody had just walked through.
Amber followed him with her eyes for a couple of seconds but quickly diverted them, she did not want any gossip about her and Woody spread round Gryffindor. Gossip like that was stupid and unnecessary and of course in this situation completely untrue.
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Post by Alloy Alloy on Apr 30, 2006 16:02:30 GMT -5
Tom rubbed his shoulder after saying a soft "ow!" He watched her gaze and looked to see who he thought was supposed to be "Woody".
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Post by ring_junkie on Apr 30, 2006 17:34:59 GMT -5
Andy gave a soft wolf-whistle and grinned at Amber, turning her head slightly to look over at 'Woody'. He was fit, there was no denying it - but she knew better than to go after him herself; after all, Amber had seen him first. Besides, Andy wasn't one of those girls who grab any guy they see. She wasn't really that bothered about relationships - if a guy wanted her, then he would have to make the effort, because - unless he really was something different - Andy sure as hell wouldn't.
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Post by Alloy Alloy on Apr 30, 2006 17:38:48 GMT -5
Woody, feeling someone stare at him, turned to look around the room. He then, finally, noticed Amber. He smiled, got up from his seat and went over to the Gryffindor table. "Amber, hey." he greeted her, taking a seat next to her.
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Post by ...Really Bad Eggs... on Apr 30, 2006 17:52:52 GMT -5
"Amber, hey."
“Hey Woody,” Amber grinned, looking down at the crumbs she’d left on the table a little embarrassedly. She quickly tried to wipe them off without him noticing. “Okay guys this is Woody, Woody – Andy and Tom,” she smiled, to Woody but when introducing Andy and Tom she gave them both a look that said ‘don’t even think about it.’
“We were just talking about you,” she said again flashing a look to Andy and Tom, telling them exactly how she didn’t want them to act.
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Post by Alloy Alloy on Apr 30, 2006 17:58:55 GMT -5
"Really? Good things I hope." Woody said. Tom smiled and said a hearty "hello" before he picked up his copy of the Daily Prophet and pretended to read it. This was going to be interesting to Tom. I wonder if she'll give it away that she likes him a little? Tom thought as he looked up to see what Andrea's reaction would be.
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