Post by Arywiel Coone G3 on Jan 1, 2008 17:08:47 GMT
Arywiel dawdled as she walked through the great Hall for breakfast. Her nose was buried in a book, The Life of Pi, as she walked inbetween the house tables. Every now and then she stopped to take in a gripping paragraph, causing a few students to bump into her. she would then continue walking, much to the amusement of a bunch of Slytherin girls. "Cooney! OOPS! Isn't it Croone?" cawed one of the aforementioned girls, shrieking with laughter. Ary barely heard any of this, as she turned page after page, staring at the printed black writing. "Is that a muggle book?" bellowed a boy from the Slytherin table as she passed. He guffawed as she didn't answer. She had stopped caring about the shrieking packs of girls and grinning boys that tried to trip her up. She stopped flattening herself against the wall, when they passed, she only ever looked up at them coolly. Perhaps the Slytherins had noticed this, as they stopped making her discomfort their objective in life. Instead they satisfied in picking on the younger Gryffindors or occasionally poking fun at Ary's name. Pagan Mason was the worst. And strangely enough, Pagan's names for Ary spread around the school within hours of her having invented them. Ary shrugged off the names and continued reading. She plonked herself down on the far end of the bench and swung her bag onto her lap. Finally she lowered the book and bent a corner to mark the page. She looked up and grabbed a croissant off the plate in the centre of the table. It was only once she had started scooping jam onto her plate, that her mouth fell open. She looked up and down the table, dying for a misunderstanding, but then the truth hit her: she was sitting at the wrong house table. Ary experienced the sudden urge to duck under the table and scurry to the gryffindor table, but they had already noticed her. The boy sitting directly opposite Ary had most probably seen her. Ary flushed a violent shade of red and groped for something to say. The new, confident Arywiel should find something witty to say. A jokey little line that would make them all titter and let her be. she certainly didn't want to sit there in silence with her mouth open and blushing beet red. Think, think, think... Ary closed her mouth and opened it again. She closed it again, as she couldn't think of anything to say. Surely she must look like a fish gaping for water. "Er- wrong table, I assume?" she whimpered finally. Her voice came out small and cracked mid-sentence. Ary beat herself around the head with her book in her mind. Now she certainly seemed a wimp, a dork or just plain stupid. summoning up any confidence she could scrounge up, she straightened and forced herself to smile. She could feel several eyes on her, and if she wasn't mistaken, surely they were whispering?
Hufflepuffs weren't aliens, they were the closest house to Gryffindor. Strengthening herself with that scrap of information, she caught the eye of the boy sitting in front of her. She searched his face for any comfort. surely it was normal for people to wander to different tables? Suddenly she burst out: "I'm Arywiel Coone, what's your name?", but it sounded more like "Marrywellcoonewutsername?" Ary bit her lip and flushed an even deeper shade of red. She grabbed her bag and book and jumped up, causing the bench to wobble ominously. "Sorry, um, like..." she mumbled, ready to scurry off. She looked over at the Gryffindor table, wishing she could avoid walking those few feet to get to the free space at the end. She would have to do so in front of the whole Great Hall. Why couldn't she apparate? She cast one last look at the Hufflepuffs seated around her, hoping for something other than blank looks. She felt a pang of annoyance. Surely it wasn't such a big mistake to sit down at the wrong table? Her face turned stoney and she looked coldly down at the upturned faces. Suddenly the truth hit her. She was the Gryffindor beater.
Ary could have slapped her forehead. She scrunched up her face as if in pain and chomped down on her lip harder. The upcoming match was looming, and it was natural for the houses to feel cold towards each other. Arywiel remembered a bunch of Hufflepuff boys laughing along with the Slytherins when somebody had cracked a joke at her expense. She had wondered then, why the usually kind and neutral house students would poke fun at her, but had shrugged it off at the time. How stupid could she have been? Arywiel Coone and her wandering mind and stupid muggle books. She shouldered her bag and frowned at the Hufflepuffs. They obviously thought she was taking the mickey, trying to make fun of them. The Gryffindor beater coming to sit at their table a few days before the first match! Arywiel would have been insulted too. A bubbling sensation broke out in the pit of her stomach, and she forced herself to smile. She tried her utmost to sneer the way those cocky Slytherins always did, but she was sure that it didn't look quite right. She probably looked like she was having a toothache. Her face fell. "Fine..." She felt herself say heatedly, as she tossed back her hair in what she hoped was an indignant fashion. She felt like saying something arrogant like "Hope somebody lines the pitch with matresses, you lot would need it", but some of the students looked alot older and tougher than herself. Arywiel bit back her remark and shot them all a look of disgust. The boy opposite suddenly said something.
Hufflepuffs weren't aliens, they were the closest house to Gryffindor. Strengthening herself with that scrap of information, she caught the eye of the boy sitting in front of her. She searched his face for any comfort. surely it was normal for people to wander to different tables? Suddenly she burst out: "I'm Arywiel Coone, what's your name?", but it sounded more like "Marrywellcoonewutsername?" Ary bit her lip and flushed an even deeper shade of red. She grabbed her bag and book and jumped up, causing the bench to wobble ominously. "Sorry, um, like..." she mumbled, ready to scurry off. She looked over at the Gryffindor table, wishing she could avoid walking those few feet to get to the free space at the end. She would have to do so in front of the whole Great Hall. Why couldn't she apparate? She cast one last look at the Hufflepuffs seated around her, hoping for something other than blank looks. She felt a pang of annoyance. Surely it wasn't such a big mistake to sit down at the wrong table? Her face turned stoney and she looked coldly down at the upturned faces. Suddenly the truth hit her. She was the Gryffindor beater.
Ary could have slapped her forehead. She scrunched up her face as if in pain and chomped down on her lip harder. The upcoming match was looming, and it was natural for the houses to feel cold towards each other. Arywiel remembered a bunch of Hufflepuff boys laughing along with the Slytherins when somebody had cracked a joke at her expense. She had wondered then, why the usually kind and neutral house students would poke fun at her, but had shrugged it off at the time. How stupid could she have been? Arywiel Coone and her wandering mind and stupid muggle books. She shouldered her bag and frowned at the Hufflepuffs. They obviously thought she was taking the mickey, trying to make fun of them. The Gryffindor beater coming to sit at their table a few days before the first match! Arywiel would have been insulted too. A bubbling sensation broke out in the pit of her stomach, and she forced herself to smile. She tried her utmost to sneer the way those cocky Slytherins always did, but she was sure that it didn't look quite right. She probably looked like she was having a toothache. Her face fell. "Fine..." She felt herself say heatedly, as she tossed back her hair in what she hoped was an indignant fashion. She felt like saying something arrogant like "Hope somebody lines the pitch with matresses, you lot would need it", but some of the students looked alot older and tougher than herself. Arywiel bit back her remark and shot them all a look of disgust. The boy opposite suddenly said something.