Chat over breakfast (Rayne and Melody)

[liz]

Liz walked down the stair-case towards the Great Hall after having taken one more shower after er regular every-morning jog for two miles at the lake-shore. It had felt refreshing but it the wind had messed up Liz's hair so now she was heading to breakfast while braiding her hair while walking. She used two thin braids and a light-blue hairclip to attach her hair simply, but elegantly at the nape of her neck. Liz smiled finishing the hair-do, that looked simple, but elegant enough, just in when she reached the doors leading to the Great Hall.

Liz entered the buzzing Great Hall quickly and headed towards the Gryffindor table, slipping into a free seat next to some younger girls, Liz didn’t really know. Liz smiled shyly at them and poured some apple-juice for herself, when she was approached from a first year Hufflepuff, who asked Liz, if she would mind fixing her hair quickly.

Smiling fondly at the girl, Liz asked her to sit down and combed the girl’s hair while thinking what kind of hair-style to use. Finally deciding on something bright and lively, Liz pulled half of the girl’s hair into a complicated twist, leaving only a couple of curls framing her face and attached the twist with small colorful clips.
Then Liz started working on the still loose strands of hair and combed them up a bit, decorating them with small colorful hair-pearls and twirling them around as a nice decoration to the twirl.

When Liz was finished the hair-do looked a lot more complicated than it actually was, as it had only taken Liz a couple of minutes to make it. Liz know a lot about fashion and make-up and hair-styles and accessories, as she spend a lot of time at her mother’s hair-salon where a woman could find all that and something to eat in between.
Fixing one or two hairs, Liz was finally satisfied with the hair-do and apparently so was the first-year.

Turning back to breakfast Liz took a sip from her juice and took a piece of toast, before looking around to find some cheese. Liz always had cheese sandwich for morning – it was almost a tradition. Noticing that the cheese was just out of her reach, Liz hesitated for only a moment before touching one of the girls sitting near her on their shoulder’s gently: “Hi, sorry if I’m disturbing, but could you pass the cheese, please?”<br>
((This one ok? Couldn’t think of anything else and you can choose yourself who Liz turned to, as I don’t know which one of you will reply first))

[Melody Bang-Bala G6]

Melody stared into the space ahead of her, trying to block out the noise from all the people talking, shouting, laughing. She herself didn't have anyone to talk to, and she was finding the noise rather much to have over breakfast. She wondered if she might be coming down with something as she munched on her piece of toast. It wasn't usual for her to be so sensitive to all this noise and she felt slightly sick as well. She tried to distract herself, trying to hum the notes of a song she had just started to herself, but she was convinced she was getting them wrong. She didn't feel well. Maybe she ought to skip lessons for today and go back to bed. It was a Friday. But if she skipped lessons, she'd have to catch up later. And she was maybe just feeling a bit off because she was tired?

Melody was startled out of her own thoughts when she felt someone touching her shoulder. She looked up sharply, to realise that it was someone asking for cheese. She nodded dumbly and reached for the cheese. Unfortunately it never arrived to the girl intact. The smell of cheese became rather overwhelming and before Melody knew it bile was rising up in her throat and was all over the cheese. Trying to ignore the bitter after-taste in her mouth, Melody muttered 'Scourgify', her face turning all red. She took a sip of water and turned to the girl, horror in her eyes.
"I'm sorry. I'll go and..." Melody rose quickly, nearly knocking over the chair she had been sitting on, and approached the next bowl of cheese she could see. "Sorry, but do you mind?" Melody asked, interupting a pair of fifth year Gryffindors who appeared to be having an earnest conversation about something. She felt awful. She couldn't be making a good impression of herself this morning. One of the fifth years nodded and waved their hand dismissively, so she took the cheese, firmly surpressing the urge that rose from her stomach, and handed it to the girl who had asked her for it.

She took a sip of water, before turning again to the girl who she had just given the cheese to, ready to make a final embarassed apology. Then she realised in horror, mainly because of the bemused look the girl had on her face, that she had handed the cheese to entirely the wrong person. Melody looked to her other side and saw that this was definitely the case. The girl who she had given the cheese to was much younger than the one who had actually asked for it. Her face burning, Melody turned to the girl beside her, who was in possession of the cheese.
"Sorry," she said, "but could you pass the cheese? I'm really sorry," she continued, aware now that she had a huge headache on top of everything else. She probably shouldn't have got up this morning.

[liz]

Liz was a bit startled as the girl she had asked the cheese from, suddenly had a fit of nausea. Worriedly Liz was about to ask already, if she was alright, when she was already on her feet and bringing some cheese from further on the table.
Rushing back the girl handed the cheese to the first year who had been sitting on the other side of her, making Liz to smile bemusedly.
Liz let out a small chuckle as the girl turned to ask the cheese back and decided to say something, knowing how embarrassed she herself would be in such occasion.

“You alright? Guess I shouldn’t have asked for cheese,” Liz told the girl comfortingly, “don’t worry about it – it’s not that big of a deal. But what about you – think you’d have to visit Madam Pomfrey?” Liz was genuinely worried for the younger girl. She didn’t like it when people were down because of something or sad. Maybe that was also part of the reason why Liz wanted to become a healer one day.
“I’m Liz by the way,” Liz added with a shy smile, suddenly drawing back into her shell a bit. Liz was as shy as one came, so she really did wonder what the Sorting Hat had seen in her that was supposed to be brave. But she liked her house, so Liz pushed the thought away and smiled at the second year.