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Location: Great Hall (Gryffindor Table)

“I suppose so.” David said not entirely sure if that was a reason or not. “So does that mean I have to start calling you Veronica now?” he asked her curiously. Nodding to Nyx it was a lot of responsibility but he was going to pull it off he just knew it. “She’s notaries for getting in trouble. Granted I don’t think I could bring myself to give anyone detention unless they really needed it.” He said with a smile.

“I’d say watch out for your flying instructor this year. So long as you don’t step out of line he’s a great professor. Just don’t get on his bad side or else you won’t enjoy that class one bit.” David added after Ronna’s talk about the potions professor. He’d surprisingly never had a problem with her.

David looked over at Alex was brought over. “Hey Alex. So you two trying out this year?” he asked figuring he hadn’t yet. “Do you know anything about Quidditch Nyx?” David asked her. He didn’t want to leave her out of the conversation.



Status: Happy
With: Gryffindors... Nyx, Ronna, Alex

Wearing: School Uniform

OOC: ---

Stepping into the Great Hall, Xavier approached the Gryffindor table, his hands in his pockets and his face showing boredom. Tucked under his arm was a copy of Cram It!: How to Soar on Your O.W.L.s, which he already read a couple of times already, but tried to read it again anyway. He sighed first, then clapped as the first years were sorted. His eyes were slowly drifting toward the faces of the other Gryffindors. Of course he knew them… mostly. Then he saw David, finally, and switched places so now he was near him, and Ronna, and Alex, and a firstie. Then he caught something flash on David’s robes. He realized—or remembered—it was a prefect badge. Then a silent thought occurred to him. Can he like, get away with the pranks and stuff…? ”Now that my best friend is a prefect, can I ask if I can get away with the mischievous deeds I’m planning to do this year?” he asked, smiling. ”Hey there mates,” he greeted, waving at him, and then waving at the rest. ”I’m Xavier Nicholson, fifth year, and welcome to Gryffindor,” he addressed the first year.

Then he heard about Quidditch. Ooooh. He was just in time for a good conversation. He always did perked up when Quidditch is involved. ”Well, Nyx, for a short description about Quidditch, it is awesome. Yeah, definitely awesome. If you’re not afraid of heights and nasty flying enchanted bowling-ball like things.” He shrugged, smiling sheepishly with a hint of apology. ”….Well, that came out like a terrifying warning. And, trust me, I did not mean to like, scare you, or anything. Honest. But still, it’s a hundred percent fun, quidditch.” Then he craned his neck to check the Ravenclaw Table, looking for a certain redhead. Seeing that she wasn’t there yet, Xavier looked back at the people with him. His smile faltered, and a frown replaced it. But as quick as it had come, it disappeared, and the bright smile came back. ”Speaking of Quidditch, are you guys ready to win it this time?” He asked his fellow Quidditch players. They worked hard, even after the troubles they encountered last year. And he thought, maybe, just maybe, this was the time for them to finally win.

’Where is she….’ he couldn’t help but think, even after Quidditch in his head. Then he stole one last glance to the table of bronze and blue.

ƒɾσm тнє ρєи σƒ
ℓуɾє ℓуɾια ℓυтɾιχ

Xavi,

I wish rules said otherwise that we could sit together, but as they don't, and I don't wish either of us to be in trouble, I want to ask if you'd like to join me at the Gardens after classes tomorrow afternoon. I miss you dearly, and I hope you'll join me.

All my love,
Lyre L. Lutrix

On the team? Did he miss last year?

Ronna waved a hand looking embarrassed when Xavier said she was on the team, "I'm not on the team. I was a reserve beater on the team first year only. Jeez... were you even here last year?"

She shook her head pushing some of her wild blonde curls behind her ear and looked over to Nyx who didn't seem nearly as enthused by the idea of playing Quidditch as any of them were-probably are. Smiling at Nyx she said, "And the flying 'bowling balls' seem more like iron baseballs to me. Beaters get to hit them and get more than their fair share of hits by them than most of the other players it feels like. At least in the case of beaters there most likely is some sort of weird quirk to want to work that up close and personal with those things. Bludgers... those flying balls... well don't tickle when they hit you. There's two other balls too but they are way less dangerous to the players."

"Anyways, watching the games can be really fun though," Ronna said with a smile, "I mean I went to all the games last year. After all, even if you don't support the team on the field there's other ways to support your house. Rooting the team on isn't so bad either..."

Doing: At the Gryffindor Table
In Company of: Nyx, David, Alex, and Xavier
[Wearing: Uniform]

☽☾ Nyx Aodhnait ☽☾ Age: 11 ☽☾ House: Gryffindor

Nyx smiled slightly as she listened to Ronna explain quidditch better to her, and then smiled shyly at the new guy, who clearly knew Veronica, that sat with them and said hello to her. She shook her head and smiled at Veronica, "I... prefer to read or draw, rather than participate in sports. Besides, I'm a little to clumsy to be safe for anyone else on any kind of pitch or field." She said with a slight shrug, "I managed to nearly kill myself playing wit ha jump rope once." She said with a blush, not knowing why she was admitting to that, but not really minding talking to the other people around her for once. Nyx smiled slightly, "But I think I'd like to go to support the team, maybe draw them..."

There is a real magic in enthusiasm.
It spells the difference between
mediocrity and accomplishment.

An artist? Probably better than any of my doodles at the very least.

Ronna smiled when Theo joined them and nodded to Nyx's words, "Well, I'll probably be in the stands regardless of if I decide to try out or not this year, so if you want I could always watch a couple games with you if you wanted. Or Quidditch Through the Ages was a helpful read... they have that down in the library. I left my copy at home, but I could always owl Dad to get it sent up if you just want to borrow it from me, too."

She glanced over at Theo and noticed that there seemed to be something uncomfortable between him and Alex. It was odd but it wasn't her place to ask and it really wasn't her business. She couldn't really think of a time she had actually heard Theo refer to Alex by her full name. When he used his full name in introduction to Nyx, Ronna smiled, she had almost forgot that his shortened name was derived from his middle name.

"Wait, you use Alex's full name, now, and not mine? No respect," Ronna joked to Theo. "No anyways, I'm more or less okay. Just a long day of traveling. I had a four hour train ride to get to London before calculating travel time to get to Hogwarts. I hope the day's been treating you well, Theo." She was not about to admit noticing anything off with him and Alex or more importantly the dread she had about encountering certain-and yet a lot- of people this year considering how things were left off with various people. Nor was she about to talk about her long summer from her incident with Crash (especially that) to more benign topics such as her tutoring job to just odd topics like her Dad telling her everything about her mother including that she decided to show up last year after was it eleven years? She wasn't sure how much she had told to Theo about that part of her family or how much he had gathered from what she had said-after all it wasn't like she ever mentioned a female adult figure in her life.

Doing: At the Gryffindor Table
In Company of: Nyx, David, Alex, and Xavier
[Wearing: Uniform]

The brunette, for all her postulations of calm confidence and whatnot-- that was laughable, she was sure she exuded 'brick wall' instead of 'nonchalant swag'-- hadn't expected another pretty Gryffindor to come swooping in and talking to her, complimenting her on her choice of clothes.

Perhaps her monster leggings had done some good after all!

Letting out a small, amused laugh, Coffee smiled at her upperclassman. "It's not a problem, and thank you," she grinned lightly. She loved her leggings too. Granted, it wasn't the most appropriate thing to wear-- mouths and eyeballs in disfiguration rarely ever was, except during Halloween, and it wasn't Halloween yet-- but she liked them and thy were doing her good. "I love them too." Motioning to the other Gryffindor's outfit, Coffee fingered her own collar in indication. "Bowtie," she smiled with the compliment, loving the red and gold addition to the uniform instead of the customary tie.

Not quite too long after that, the tall firstie's attention was caught by an older teen who had sat down beside 'Minn,' as he introduced them both. Nodding a 'hello' in return, the Heist smiled too. It had been a while since she'd heard an accent from across the pond. "Pleasure to meet you both," she spoke, attempting-- and succeeding, look at that!-- an amiable tone. "Coffe-- err, Hoffman Heist," she finished, rather awkwardly.

Ugh, dear God. Her parents hated her.

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m e m y s e l f a n d i ✖
f i r s t y e a r / t r a i n (and robes)✖
n e u t r a l ✖
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