by Nightsent » Thu Aug 16, 2018 9:17 am
emily morreau // i. sixteen x ii. female x iii. fifth year x iv. hufflepuff prefect xxx tagged: open
indent silently trying not to be rude and listen in on other peoples’ conversations, emily watched the new hufflepuffs interact at their table. smiling gently, the girl glanced at her brother, vegetables and ham on his plate. trying not to chuckle, she piled her own food onto her dish. unlike her brother, emily didn’t really care how many calories she digested, especially during the first feast of the year. grinning ear to ear, the hufflepuff stacked as many pancakes as she thought she could eat onto her plate before smothering them in syrup. the girl touched her hand to the shiny new prefect badge hanging on her robes, quickly feeling bad about her food choices. you’re supposed to be a good example... knowing it was too late to change her dinner, emily quietly took a bite of her pancakes, her smile a little less apparent.
henry morreau // i. sixteen x ii. male x iii. fifth year x iv. ravenclaw keeper xxx tagged: casirnir
indent henry watched as the last of the first years found their tables. though both ravenclaw and hufflepuff have never been as ‘renowned’ as the other houses, the fifth year was happy to see some new students. he hoped they’d have as much fun as his first year, and even spotted a few that looked like they had the right build for quidditch. as the feast got to a start, the boy watched the other students in his house pile food onto their plates. henry wasn’t really sure what he wanted, something a bit lower on calories for sure, but he wasn’t quite sure what that would be. taking some corn, green beans, and cauliflower. over top the cauliflower, he sprinkled some cheese, so as to add some flavor. I may not want to add on much weight, but cheese won’t kill me. after moving a thin slice of ham onto his plate, henry began to eat in a rythmic pattern. corn, beans, cauliflower, ham, corn, beans, cauliflower, ham... glancing to his right, the boy noticed one of the first years, casirnir. she seemed a bit shy, and henry felt in his gut he’d regret this, but, “hey, you’re a first year... welcome to ravenclaw! do you, uh, have a class that you’re excited for?”
thoughts thoughts thoughts // “emily’s dialogue dialogue” // “henry’s dialogue dialogue”