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xxＭood: Starved
xxxxＬocation: Ravenclaw Table
xxxxxxＣompanions: Ravenclaws

It was a little premature to judge whether or not he was going to enjoy the people he’d been sorted with. Yannic spent a majority of the time before this point to himself, steering clear of the other kids as he didn’t particularly have the patience to deal with any of them. It was just one of those days where he wanted to be moody, so far be it for him to refuse his own body. Sitting at the table, Yannic propped one elbow on the table and rested his chin on his hand, looking boredly at the other firsties whilst secretly formulating his own prejudices against them before they’d even spoken to him. When he’d grown bored of that, the boy poked his head down the table, looking at the older kids at the table. ”My name’s Yannic, pleasure to meet everyone.” He said before returning to a normal seated position. Yannic resumed his little face-studying session, but as he was glancing from face to face, he noticed a girl between the crack of two heads. Sitting one table down, it was unmistakeable - Yannic could recognize Anita’s face from miles away. Was she a first year too? Did he manage to miss her when she had gone up for sorting? As he thought back, Yannic couldn’t quite remember what he had been doing while everyone else was being sorted. Rummaging through his bag, Yannic tore a sheet of paper from a notebook, scribbling something on it before crumpling it into a ball and tossing it into the air, aiming for the paper ball to land on the girl’s lap. Yet almost immediately after he’d tossed the ball, food appeared on the table, causing the boy to turn to the staff table warily, wondering if someone there was reading his mind or his note.

Xander smiled at the Spanish boy. Being for Ireland meant that he caught a lot to the same flack for his accent when he did use his voice. But instead of saying anything he just nodded. He knew that his voice had been streached to the limit and dug in his pocket for a pen and maybe a piece of paper, finding them both he wrote:

"I hope we can be friends."

He smiled handing the boy the note that was in loopy print that would normally belong to a woman. Soon after the feast appeared on the table and he silently giggled as fish fingers in custard appeared in front of him. He placed his book in his lap and began picking at the meal in front of him.

Great, an interrogation about my habits. I guess there really isn't anything to hide about my library habits and preferences.

"The library is quiet and familiar and I have a horrible habit of being a creature of habit," He said with shrug. "My objective is to get a perfect score on all my OWLs and NEWTs, become head boy, and eventually become the best mediwizard in the British isles. Of course, I have enough time that on my hands I wouldn't have to just study. However, nothing really has caught my interest here besides the library. I hate quidditch and taking unnecessary risks, it just seems stupid and it goes against my principals. I'm not musically inclined so that rules out the music club. And this year I could do dueling club, but why? I want to go into the medical field, I always have. I don't need to know how to duel for that."

He frowned, "It isn't like I don't like stories. I've read plenty, hell, I occasionally make some up for my-" he paused glancing away not meaning to mention his sister. It wasn't that he minded someone know that he occasionally made up stories for his sister to entertain her, but this was the wizarding world and officially there he didn't have a sister. "For my neighbor who's a couple years younger that stays over sometimes. We grew up like siblings... But, when it comes to my personal readings if I have a choice I usually go towards non-fiction it seems more practical, that's all. I like reading anything."

"But, I'm pretty sure any of the stories I've ever made up were pretty bad. My neighbor is just too nice to tell me that I suck at it," he said with a small laugh, noticing the feast in front of them. "Anyways, the food is here now. And, I like other things than just books. I mean I'm fairly decent at chess, wizarding and muggle, though I can never beat Dad. And I'm open to new things within reason as long as it isn't something stupidly risky. And when I attended Wetherby School before Hogwarts they would take us on field trips to different museums in London and that was always interesting. Knowledge itself is power, right? I suppose it sounds better in Latin, but I never had an interest in languages."

He smiled as he picked out some of the less fancy items to chose from on the table and glanced over at Asterisk, "I've talked your ear off enough. What about you? Besides fictional stories-which really is a big genre- what interests you? Probably not staying cooped up in a library, right? Even most Ravenclaws don't spend the time I do in there."

spaceEcho took a seat at the Ravenclaw table by himself, not seeing anyone he knew very well to sit with. He took a plate and piled it with food, feeling unusually hungry today. His mother would go on about how he was probably going through a growth spurt, but he didn't feel like he was getting any taller. Ah, well. It wasn't like he was exceptionally short for his age, anyway... a bit shorter than Tanya, but that was normal at his age. He took a drink of pumpkin juice, his expression thoughtful. They were turning in their elective requests today... Gypsy had looked over his selection and declared that he was overdoing it. He didn't think so... but then, he was a far better student than her, after all. Not because he was smarter (although sometimes he wondered), but because she just... didn't really care. Or, that's what it seemed like to him. He guessed it just wasn't as important to her. He didn't really get that, but then, she didn't really get him, so he supposed it was fair enough. He just hoped that he wasn't going to overload himself... having to balance school and his friends was going to be a challenge, but he was sure he could figure it out. Hell, if he needed to, he wasn't above scheduling time to spend with them. That was certainly an option; although, the idea of telling Tanya he'd have to pencil her in sounded like something that'd get him killed... or at the very least a very, very dirty look.

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♣ ♥ ♦ ♠ And the red queen's off with her head
Remember what the dormouse said. ♣ ♥ ♦ ♠

spaceEcho blinked wildly at the red-headed hurricane his housemate had apparently turned into, trying and failing to follow just what exactly Kas was talking about. Pre-chosen? What did that even mean? He swallowed the bite he'd just taken, perhaps a bit too soon, because it got stuck in his throat for a moment and he had to wash it down with juice. All the while, he tried to imagine what on earth Kas had lost that was so important. Unable to come up with anything that would get the other boy so flustered, he cocked an eyebrow, confused. "What exactly did you lose, mate?" Whatever it was, it was clearly very important; Echo rarely saw Kas so upset. The second year tilted his head in a gesture almost like his sister, wondering how Kas had managed to lose whatever it was... if it was so important, surely he'd placed it somewhere he wouldn't? Unless he'd forgotten where exactly that was, but Echo couldn't be sure, obviously. He supposed that, given that he had a free period, he could go with Kas to help him look... he shuddered to think of what state their dorm was currently in. The redhead had probably been searching frantically and made a mess. Echo supposed he'd help clean that up, too, once whatever was so important had been found. The Ravenclaw would be that it was probably right under Kas' nose, and the other boy hadn't found it simply because he'd been so panicked looking that he'd missed it. Gypsy and his mother did that sort of thing all the time, completely destroyed their rooms looking for a particular pen or a book. Things like that were exactly why Echo made a habit of keeping all his own possessions strictly organized, to the point of seeming over the top at times. He'd much rather be over-the-top than find himself in a spot like this.

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♣ ♥ ♦ ♠ And the red queen's off with her head
Remember what the dormouse said. ♣ ♥ ♦ ♠

spaceEcho frowned as Kas started pacing, a gesture very unlike the usually calm, collected Ravenclaw. After a moment, he dropped down onto the bench, looking dejected. His words made Echo pause... he'd lost his electives form? Hadn't he seen... Echo tried to think. He felt like he'd seen a form sitting around somewhere, unclaimed... was it Kas'? And where had he seen it... He bit into a roll, chewing thoughtfully. "I think I know where it is," he said, and just as the words left his mouth, a perfect image of the form appeared in his head. He couldn't see the name on it, or what classes had been chosen, but it was fairly certain it was Kas' handwriting. "No, wait, I know I do. It... in the Common Room. There's a chair against the far wall, it's sitting on the table next to it, under a book." He took another bite of the roll, smiling. That book was there because he'd set it down on top of the page that morning... he'd been sitting in the chair, reading the book. That was why he remembered the form, he realized. He smiled. Well, that was one problem solved. Now what were they going to do about the mess Kas had left in their dorm room looking for it?

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♣ ♥ ♦ ♠ And the red queen's off with her head
Remember what the dormouse said. ♣ ♥ ♦ ♠

spaceEcho chuckled at the relief on Kas' face. When the redhead called him a godsend, he replied, "Just remember that in a bit when you want me to help you-" His words were cut off by the press of lips against his cheek, catching him off guard. The place where Kas' lips had been burned, and he felt his face heat up as the other boy turned and took off, presumably to collect the form. "- clean... up..." he trailed off, hand going to his check, cheeks burning, eyes wide. He'd felt his heart speed up when Kas had kissed him, could feel it even now, trying to slow back to a normal rate, but it wasn't quite working... he sat there, stunned, for perhaps a beat longer than normal, and finally gave his head a shake, brow furrowing. Well, then. It'd just caught him off-guard, after all. Not that Kas was known for being unaffectionate, but he hardly went around planting kisses on cheeks! He'd just gotten over-enthusiastic, probably, because he'd been so worried. That must be it. Still, the feeling of his lips on Echo's cheek seemed imprinted, refusing to go away. The brunette shook his head, and returned to his food, stirring some potatoes and gravy around on the plate with his spoon, dazed but unwilling to admit it. This... was turning out to be a very odd day, he thought, frowning as he stared at the food. Finally, he managed to convince himself to take a bite and finish his meal, chewing slowly and trying very, very hard to think about literally anything else. Thinking about the kiss made his stomach flip and his heart pound... it was new, and sort of frightening, and Echo was not known for being the sort to face anything scary. At least, not anything real, taste in films and books notwithstanding.

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♣ ♥ ♦ ♠ And the red queen's off with her head
Remember what the dormouse said. ♣ ♥ ♦ ♠