General The Slytherin Table 2019-2020

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On the last day of the 2018-2019 school year, Alexx had quit her position. This decision was filled with mixed emotions, of course. And she certainly dwelled on this to a fair extent. But now, she sat, waiting to bring home something juicy for the Headliner. It was September at last and after a memorable summer, she was ready to write again. That was the whole point here, right? To focus on the Headliner? Alexx sighed, making careful note of the world around her. This year was due to be interesting.

Her summer was memorable, to say the very least. Nothing could compare to her American adventures. Having her fair share of fun, she wasn't quite ready to settle back into school. She still wanted to seek adventures; to see the wonders of the world without anyone being there to stop her. A life without priorities was one worth living.

But alas, she found herself sitting at the Slytherin table, bored to death of the opening speeches and sorting ceremony. That was her once, but she didn't find it as fascinating as she once did. Instead, she was itching to make her way over to the Hufflepuff table, where she could see her friends. Tonight, however, that wouldn't be an option, much to her dismay. She would see them before the night was over, though.

Propping her head up with her hand, she glared forward. Why didn't she have any Slytherin friends? She looked so... Awkward and lonely. She should at least have tried to pay attention, because tonight could easily be reported in the Headliner, and who better to record this special evening than the Editor-in-Chief herself? But to Alexx, there would be much more interesting subjects. If a fight broke out, perhaps. Or if Solomon Lear had ridden in on a unicorn. This was... Boring, to the nth degree.

Sighing, Alexx tried to think back to last year. Who was that boy that she had spoken to? Glen Pope? She briefly worked with him as a Prefect, but the relationship didn't go much further. How she envied those who had their own clique within their own house. Much unlike her, who flocked to every house that wasn't her own. She simply couldn't help it.

The only good thing that Alexx could consider about this year was that she would be taking classes such as Ancient Runes and Divination; two classes which she had immense interest in. And the thought that she would be certainly playing Quidditch this year! She believed, without a shadow of a doubt, that she would make the team!

But before that, she had to make it through tonight.

In hindsight, taking all these books with her to the feast might have been a tad overkill. Her new bookbag (bigger on the inside and equipped with a strong featherweight charm, courtesy of her uncle Ulysseus) was nearly groaning at the amount of books Alma had crammed into it. Still, Alma would hate for perfectly good time to waste, welcoming feast or no. She hadn’t seen any of her friends on the train, nor anywhere on the platform once they had arrived in Hogsmeade.

Slowly, Alma was beginning to wonder if maybe they had either purposefully abandoned her (she supposed that she might have annoyed them a bit much with all her talking about her learning how to run a successful business and her new responsibilities) or they’d simply gotten lost in the crowd. So instead, Alma had spent her journey to Hogwarts in a compartment with two sixth year Ravenclaws that were in the frantic process of redoing their Transfiguration summer-homework. From the bits and pieces of conversation that she overheard, one of them apparently had had some sort of epiphany that had led to them both redoing the entire assignment. And while watching them furiously scribbling along, it had ultimately become rather boring after a few hours. So instead of being productive, Alma had taken a nap instead and while she was now wide awake, she mourned the wasted hours that she could have spent reading her books.

Alma looked around again as soon as she entered the Great Hall, trying to find a familiar face but to no such luck. It truly seemed as if her friends weren’t yet present. So Alma, left by her lonesome, decided to (instead of catching up with her friends) spend the time of the Feast productively. And for a Malvado, that meant it better involve a good book.
Glancing down the quickly filling Slytherin table, Alma chose a seat, mindful not to block the view of the girl that sat across from her. Alma recognised the blonde as one of her fellow year mates (but embarrassingly enough couldn’t remember the name) that was currently glaring daggers into the hall.
Alma busied herself with shuffling her bag between her feet, careful that the strap wasn’t lying out in the open to trip any unsuspecting student (or worse, a teacher). Only then did she look back up and give a lopsided smile to the girl sitting opposite her.

“I hope it’s alright that I sit here? Or were you reserving the seat for a friend? I won’t mind moving to the side to make some space.”

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[font=Abadi MT Condensed Light]Elena was late, a little bit late. She'd been hanging out by the door waiting and hoping one of her friends would show up but to no avail, so instead she chucked her bag down at the Slytherin table and slumped in, she looked a little tired to anyone who would bother to look. Elena pulled a pack of strange playing cards out of her bag and began to shuffle them and look through their different designs.

"Evenin'." Elena had an edge of drawl to her words, she'd spent way too long in America and had gotten used to copying the Southern accent. It was an affectation that would fade as she got her bearings back again, "How much did I miss? We get many kids or did the Huffs take 'em like last year."

Elena flipped a card that was emblazoned with a skull surrounded by nine leaves, "Darn it to hell, why's this card the one that keeps following me. It's this, the Coindancer or the Outlaw of Glass, and I'm not too happy with any of those. 'Cept maybe the Coindancer."

Elena put the card back in her deck and it looked like she was doing some kind of trick shuffling.[/font]

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