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And the ones we hail
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And the blood’s run stale


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Xavier walked over to the table and sat down, frowning as he heard an argument break out apparently. Oh, great. He set his head down onto the table, wishing for nothing more than to have something to beat his head against. Another first year apparently tried to diffuse the situation, and well, yet another first year piped up and tried to continue the argument. Xavier felt ready to snap at the lot of them, especially since he was really not in a good mood. Despite the fact that he'd had a pleasant talk with Veronica and Victor, he wasn't that much of a talker to begin with, and he was about ready to just quit the table and and forget the feast. "Hey, can we just not have an argument at the beginning of term this year? No offense, but you guys arguing? How old are you again? Wait, don't answer that. Look, this is supposed to be the house of intelligence, right? No offense, but there is nothing intelligent about starting arguments. There's also nothing intelligent about leaving people ignorant. So, please, cool it, or I swear, I'm not staying." Honestly the threat could be easily ignored, and he would leave, but seriously, he'd heard enough arguments to last a lifetime at the table. Just what was up with the last couple of classed since he started?


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Location: Great Hall
Thinking: Ugh, people arguing on the first day, what a great way to start the new year...
OOC: Little Sage Lamb, thanks for ignoring my character. I didn't even know that Eva was talking to Jean >_<


So they dug your grave
And the masquerade
Will come calling out
At the mess you've made


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Little Sage Lamb

And this is why I avoid interacting with people.

David glanced at his upperclassman who asked if they could not have an argument at the beginning of the year. David sighed, at least the older boy had some of a point, "I figure it is healthiest to get the arguments and disagreements out of the way earlier than later. Then everyone knows where we all stand."

He raised a brow at Eva and said, "Unfortunately there is no rule on the books that says I have to be excessively kind, nice, or friendly. Quite frankly, that's a good way to be eaten alive in some families. And, I have flawless grades, that is the example I set. If you are looking for friendliness and cheerfulness well I'm not that person-that would be my sister. Like I said, I'm almost never in the commons and I use our house as a place to sleep mostly. It is highly unlikely we'll cross paths."

Glancing over at Xavier, David sighed and said, "Don't they also say ignorance is bliss, though? Anyways, I have nothing more to say on any of the matters at hand," he said flipping a page in his book. "Honestly, the less I have to deal with people the less headaches for me-figurative and actual ones. I apologize to disturbing your peace, at least." He added the last line looking directly at Xavier before returning to his book with a sigh.

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Second Year | | Twelve | | Ravenclaw | | Single | | Half-Blood


Lexine followed close behind Iñigo, and then sat behind him, looking up at the sorting. "How do you think the first years are going to be this year?" Lexine asked quietly as she listened to a few people fighting farther up the table. Small talk wasn't her strong suit...


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Bradley walked up to the table, he had been taking pictures of the sorting at various angles for the Daily Dragon before he joined his house at the table, hearing what was going on as he approached he let out a sigh. Snapped a picture of the table and sat down. "Xavier is right. We are the house of Intelligence, Wit, Creativity, and much more." he said as he pulled out parchment and started scratching away with a quill. "And David, may I ask, why do you think ignorance is bliss? Ignorance is the opposite of intelligent thought. If you must start an argument you must have the facts otherwise there can be no solution." he said still writing away.

Within a minute, and as he spoke he already had a small amount written on the sorting. "Now, I am Bradley Goldwid, I am a sixth year and a Prefect, if you need anything, or have any questions, just let me know." he said as he scratched away on the parchment still. "Hey James, how long did you want this article?" he asked the head editor of the paper. What should I title it? he pondered as he waited for an answer, glancing up occasionally from his work.

Smiling as a small piece of parchment fluttered over him and onto the parchment he was writing on he picked it up to see the familiar writing of Tobi's on it. Smiling he glanced at the Hufflepuff table and smiled at the taller boy.

Great, one year out of three starting out the year without incident.

David glanced up from his book barely as Asterisk began to speak, bringing up blood purists, the fact she came from a family of them-though hers were even her parents- standing up for him and then telling off the over eager first year about the fact that some people wanted their own space and invading it was a good way to make enemies. When his name came into the lecture about him not being a 'jerk' he stared at Asterisk a bit aghast until she stood to make her leave. The idea of someone defending his actions was an odd concept to him, besides he did more or less threaten the far less intrusive redhead first year quite quickly, though unlike Asterisk he wasn't the type to care enough to regret what he said one way or another-seemed a bit jerk like to him. Then again, it wasn't like Asterisk knew what was going on in his head.

He was pulled out of his thoughts when he heard his name from an upperclassman, surprised that Bradley (not that he knew his name), actually knew his name. Maybe he had surmised it from the conversation? It wasn't like Ravenclaws had a reputation for intelligence for no reason, most of them weren't exactly slow on the uptake. He raised a brow at Bradley who asked about his comment that ignorance is bliss. Taking a sigh, David nodded towards Asterisk and said, "That sort of thing people are happier being ignorant of... especially if their own grandparents, aunts and uncles, on both sides of the family think like that. The fact what you are born as could be considered something distasteful... Honestly it is better to be ignorant of all that. Quite frankly the longer I can put off my little sister getting wind of that kind of thing the better."

David sighed and glanced back to Eva who insisted Asterisk stay and before anyone could say anything the girl had run out of the hall in tears. He glanced over at the Hufflepuff table to see his sister happily chatting to a blue haired kid with her back to the Ravenclaw table. He had a feeling if Cathy had seen the incident he'd end up getting stuck with some ridiculous lecture about his poor socializing skills and how he was somehow responsible for it. Glancing over to Jean, David said, "And, now you should know exactly why I'd like to keep certain information from my sister as long as possible. And, since this all has taken quite a nasty direction I'd think it best to change to less charged topics. A person's family situation is a private subject that shouldn't be brought up in casual conversation, anyways. Besides there are hundreds of other topics that you lot can discuss." By this point he was staring at the door of the Great Hall where the overeager first year had left but his expression was devoid of showing what exactly he felt on the matter for better or for worse, it was the type of guarded expression you learned and then polished over years of being overly cynical.




{OOC: Hopefully, I have everyone I need to quote, quoted now...}

xxxxxxxx✘ I don't know what I want, so don't ask me
------------------------------------------------- ✈ 'Cause I'm still trying to figure it out
xxxxxxxx✘ Don't know what's down this road, I'm just walking
------------------------------------------- ☂ Trying to see through the rain coming down

-------- ✎ Even though I'm not the only one who feels the way I do... ✦ --------

-------- ♛ I'll be strong, I'll be wrong but life goes on.➨ --------

Oh, yes, the albino kid...

David glanced at Jean and then to the albino first year who had spoke up before the sharp words of the overeager first year and Asterisk. The albino's kid's name was Elijah apparently. "Kid, just stop apologizing: you're going to end up getting sick if you stress out over every little thing," David sighed to Jean, actually more speaking from experience than his readings of medical and healing books. "Seriously, it is annoying. Grow a backbone or something. Like I said, I'm the least of your worries. You know where I stand on particular matters, you know my opinion on my sister, and since you have already met her you can tell we are social opposites as I have said."

He looked at Elijah, Pemberton he said was his last name? At least he had the wisdom to admit that he was at times considered annoying. David couldn't help but chuckle a bit at the concept of snapping his neck and drinking his blood to shut him up. "One, if I snapped your neck you really wouldn't have to worry about whether I drank your blood or not, you'd already be dead. Two, I'm not a vampire and I consider it almost insulting to use such image with me: just stop reading and watching horror movies." He paused his expression darkening as he thought of the fall festival where vampires had attacked. "And, besides physically harming someone would go against my morals and ethics. I may not have a particularly warm personality, but I do intend to become a healer or mediwizard to help people, at least physically. I'm not the type to have the air of the kind caregiver and I'm not the type to ever do so, but I at least can be professional and adhere to a moral code."

He shut his book, glanced back to the closed doors of the entrance hall and then to down the table where Asterisk sat. "My name is David Sinclaire League, Elijah was it? Regardless, I don't really pay attention to names or people that much. And, about admiting your personality faults only gives you the opportunity to change them if you care to, it doesn't make you any less of that... unless you are a compulsive liar and admit you are a compulsive liar, then you wouldn't be lying and thus improving yourself at least by saying one truth."




{OOC: Well, now we can get Elijah in the mix that is left... sweatdrop }