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[Adalia St John S5]

'Have you ever just wanted to take a break from life? A break so long you grow up and mature several years before you come back? Almost just stop time and then boom, there you are all grown up. I used to feel that way. I almost feel like that happened to me, in fact. One moment I was this arrogant 11 year old who thought she ruled the universe and next I am 16 and realise my place, at the top but there are others with me. Almost like I am the princess and they are the nobles. Well, not really. My friends are on par with me and the other Slytherins can be the nobles. Everyone else does not count. Heck, who else is there?' Adalia scribbled in her journal. It was a chilly Friday afternoon as Adalia sat by a window in the library; right now she wanted to be alone with her thoughts. Well, more like this afternoon she had wanted that, school was starting to make her feel she was going mad, what with people coming and going all day. By this evening she would be better, she hoped, but she knew she would because she was already starting to de-stress. A whole page of her journal was filled up with every thought that had come to mind since she decided to start free writing. Books lay around her, littered across the table, books she had picked up and put down several times each before abandoning the thought of reading. But Adalia was okay, she was strong, she was always okay.

Looking at her watch Adalia noticed it was time for dinner; funny how she hadn't even noticed the time pass. The Great Hall wouldn't be too full yet, Adalia could eat with a small company and not have to wait until others were done to get some arm room. A muttered word and flick of her wand caused all of her books to stack themselves on the edge of the table where she would leave them for the librarian to put away, she didn't feel like carrying them around. Adalia then stowed her journal and quill in her bag before heading to the library doors.

The Great Hall was, as expected, slowly filling up with early diners. Most the students wouldn't be there for another quarter hour so Adalia took a place near the end of the Slytherin table, where she could make sure she would have some room later. Filling up her plate Adalia looked around the hall, up at the teacher's table she saw everyone enjoying a quiet dinner. A normal Friday, those were unusual.

[Zeak Nitesh G2]

Zeak hummed quietly to himself as his fingers ran smoothly over the Braille lettering of the book he was reading. Professor McGonagall had been kind enough to teach him a spell that would turn any printed book into Braille. That way he would be able to read any book that Hogwarts had to offer and he wouldn't have to wait for the book to be shipped to the school. Zeak had hardly moved from his bed today, he had had no classes today so he had decided to just sit in bed and read. His wrist watch suddenly beeped and he concentrated and listened to the sound and quantity. He sighed, it was dinner time, he hadn't eaten once all day today. Placing his marker on the page he snapped the book shut and hopped out of bed. Easily located his stick and shoes and began his journey to the Great Hall.

Zeak had already managed to memorize the path to the Great Hall. He had even managed to learn how to anticipate the moving stairs and know what position they were in. He smirked to himself as he expertly navigated the stairs and hopped over the fake step that most first years still got caught in. Feeling quite happy with himself Zeak hummed to himself as he entered the Great Hall. Than it happened and he felt his heart drop. Why could he never remember what side of the Great Hall the Gryffindor table was at? He did this almost every time he entered this Hall.

He sighed and flipped a mental coin and picked a random direction. He soon found a table and walked its length. Judging from the sound someone else was also seated there and Zeak quickly took his seat silently. He wasn't sure if this was the Gryffindor table or not, but all four tables served the same food, and maybe nobody would notice if he took the wrong table. He'd just eat his food and blend into the surroundings and than disappear. "What are they serving today?" He asked the person sitting across from him.

[Adalia St John S5]

Adalia was in the process of filling up her plate someone joined her at the table. It was a boy Adalia did not recognize except to know he certainly wasn’t a Slytherin. Did this boy have some kind of affinity for pain? Surely no sane person would sit down at the Slytherin table when it was not their own? Deciding not to give this boy the attention he was obviously looking for and turned back to her plate. If he thought he would provoke her into speaking by sitting there then he would have to suffer being wrong.

As Adalia picked up the plate of vegetables, though, the boy spoke apparently to her. “Excuse me? What are they serving? They are serving food, same as usual. Why don’t you go see what they are serving at your own table?” she asked looking at him incredulously. “I am afraid that, much as everyone wants to be a Slytherin, it is not something you can simply elect to be by sitting at our table. So clear out, the hat obviously didn’t put you here for a reason, we don’t allow riff-raff to sit with us.”

((Gah I cannot post properly today so sorry…))

[Zeak Nitesh G2]

Zeak twiddled his thumbs under the table in nervousness. Hoping to god that he had made the correct decision. He decided it would be best to look inauspicious and began to grope around the table for any dish that was nearest him. He nearly jumped as the girl responded to him in a none to kind tone. Zeak's heart dropped and his shoulders sagged as he realized he had erred in picking the right table. He couldn't help but shake his head though at the division in this school. Slytherins at the Slytherin table, Gryffindors at the Gryffindor table. They were all people, weren't they? Who cares who sits where.

"Well, unfortunately I can't see much of anything. Haven't been able to ever since I was little." Zeak chuckled a little and grabbed his walking stick. Zeak was about to stand but her next comment stopped him. "Riff raff? And what exactly makes me Riff raff? The fact that I wasn't placed into Slytherin immediately makes me lower than you? As far as I know I am a human being just like you, and I am a wizard, just like you. Aside from age, we are equal."

Zeak was prepared to leave it at that and leave the table, but than he realized he still didn't know where the table was. Instead of looking like a bumbling fool Zeak decided to challenge the girl. "Last I checked the wasn't a rule set in stone saying that only one house is allowed at a table. So you could either kindly show me to my table. Or I will remain here and have my meal quietly."

[Patrica Dawsinson S3]

Patricia walked into the great hall. With lovely food on her plate. She noticed another Slytherin and being one herself she sat down by her. And looked up and noticed another kid, that defiantly wasn’t in Slytherin. As she put her plate down along with her drink as well. She looked at Adalia. Then at the boy. She noticed he was younger, probably first year. She eyed him up and down. All over. He had cane witch she cringed at, and her face dropped out of pity for him. Then she looked at Adalia again and pulled out a ruff face.



“Who are you?” she asked the boy. Then looked at Adalia. “Who is this?”

[Harmony Chan H6]

Harmony had just entered the Great Hall, looking for a bite to eat. She was rather hungry, and within her thoughts pondered about her choices of food. As she walked towards the Hufflepuff table, she passed by a conversation on the Slytherin table she couldn't help but overhear.

She had seen and heard of the first year Gryffindor boy that was blind. Her heart had instantly gone out to him, even though she knew he probably didn't like pity or sympathy. Life just wasn't fair sometimes, and Harmony occasionally found herself in despair at how some events turned out.

Hearing the two Slytherins having a go at the Gryffindor boy, Harmony found herself wanting to defend him. Maybe he was wrong for sitting on their table, but it wasn't his fault. She wanted to go up and give him a hand, but seeing the Slytherin girls were older than her, especially the oriental looking one, who could be in sixth or seventh year, she felt the familiar feeling of fear creeping into her skin. She hated confrontations, and always shied away from it, but that shouldn't stop her from defending others. However, it looked like she needn't bother interrupting, as the Gryffindor was handling it himself magnificently. I wish I could stand up to people.

When she heard the boy mutter loudly, "So you could either kindly show me to my table. Or I will remain here and have my meal quietly." Harmony decided maybe she could jump in now and give the boy a hand, especially if the Slytherins didn't want to. She liked to help others, and if she wasn't going to be able to help him stand up for himself, she'd lead him to his table.

"Hi." Harmony tried to remain invisble to the other girls as she placed a gentle hand on the first year's shoulder and murmurered quietly into his ear. "My name's Harmony Chan, I'm a Hufflepuff, second year. If you want, I'll give you a hand to your table."

[Patrica Dawsinson S3]

Patricia noticed another girl walk up to this boy. She seemed to be a bit younger than her. She seemed familiar but Patrica couldn't put her finger on it. "OH GOD....A Huffley Puff.....YOU have got to be kidding me" She rolled her eyes and grunted. "Whatever. I am leaveing. Just being hear makes me want to gag.....Tootles Love" She stood and shoved infront of the girl and stormed off, with wind blowing her curling blonde hair away from her face

[Harmony Chan H6]

When the younger Slytherin stalked off huffily, Harmony was very relieved she didn’t incur her wrath upon her. She almost smiled as she heard the exiting girl mutter, “Huffley Puff”, leaving her food on the table. She hadn’t wanted to make her leave, but if she wanted to, then… she couldn’t stop her. It was her life. However, Harmony noticed the other girl was still there, and still looked rather angry. Her hand squeezed the Gryffindor’s shoulder a little harder to make him hurry up and answer her. “You coming?” she asked kindly.