General The Ravenclaw Table 2017-2018

It was only after a good couple minutes, did the young Ms. Wynne come back with a very angry face, moving right back to the Ravenclaw table and sat down, showing a holding grudge against the Slytherin house when she returned when she glared their table down. Of course, possibly not very intimidating from a child at the age of eleven, but when Ms. Wynne gets grudgeful, it can become...

Dare we say, dangerous.

She was lucky enough to be able to find the hospital wing of the school and get her hair loss problem fixed at a moment's notice by a nurse there. While she was in there grateful for her hair problem fixed, she came out of the wing with a stifling heated grudge.

And when she returned back to the Great Hall, she already a cruel plan in mind for the Slytherin table, settling down at a seat at her house's table and with just the use of her chestnut wand, she flicked a simple first year spell. She mentally thanked the author Goshawk for creating such a spell book for her year and how she decided to read the book as soon as she and her father paid for her books.

It may have been a simple spell, but did it do the job well.

Levitation.

Yes, the spell was a good couple chapters in, but it was no matter for the young girl, eager to use the spell herself when she read the chapter on it.

Of course, with her being a first year, the spell wasn't going to be much grandness, but she only needed to get her point across to the Slytherin table and all it needed to do so was with one person. 

And Ms. Wynne wasn't picky whatsoever.

The young girl didn't even bother to hide the fact that it was her pulling the spell, and shot her Levitation spell directly at anyone at the Slytherin table. Luckily, the Slytherin table was right next to the Ravenclaw table, and with great accuracy hit someone among the table with her spell, and without a care (with being at the age of eleven) she began swinging that poor person around as best as she could with the weight she was able to hold with her spell.

[It doesn't matter who, but currently, Helle is having the fun of a time throwing a poor Slytherin around with her spell, innocent or not. Your pick if you wish to be the victim or not, Slytherin.]

Opting to sit well away from the chaos, Barbara wasn't certain she wanted to talk to anyone here at the moment- having just had her memories viewed by the Sorting Hat, and that long journey of which she hadn't expected anything like, she honestly just wanted to find a quiet corner for herself to process all these new things.

But finally she forced herself to speak as she realized she couldn't reach the pasties she wanted. Turning to the student next to her as she carefully made short eye contact as her mother had taught her. "Would you mind passing over a couple of pasties, please?" She asked in a quiet yet straightforward tone of voice, letting out a startled squeak as someone's owl flew past.

And once again she was distracted, trying to process all the feathered creatures flying around. She'd never been around that many animals aside cats and dogs, how was she even supposed to approach these feathered wide-faced beings?

Again to the other person she finally turned, reaching to take the pasties as she refocused herself on the food and other people around. Whilst she preferred dealing with one or two people at a time, she had to admit that perhaps that had gotten a fair bit monotonous.

This would be where an indignant Slytherin would approach Table Ravenclaw. What she lacked in skill she made up for in arrogance, ambition and anger. A sausage would fall from her indigo tresses and she would discover and then evacuate a blob of scrambled eggs from her breast pocket, flinging the watery eggs onto the floor.

"You did not just attack me in the Great Hall in front of over a hundred witnesses. No, that cannot be true. It is said that Ravenclaws have superior intelligence, wit and wisdom..." She scoffed, "but I guess you proved just now how untrue that is." Don't back down. Don't let them know your capacity. Look confident. Don't look down or away. Look into their eyes. Act as if you could take the whole table on. Just do it. Don't let them know that you might be scared. Incompetent. She was not shaking, she had given herself this speech enough times that a part of her actually believed it and eventually one day it would be true. A self-fulling prophecy.

"Look at your own Ravenclaws. The only one among you with hair." She was pointing blame at Helle. She knew that Helle was innocent, Marcus was mere feet away from her when he cast that cruel spell but it did not matter. Marcus was an egomaniac, this girl just assaulted her. Between the two, she liked Marcus more. It was not much of an achievement. 

Helle had run out of the hall immediately upon the casting of the spell and returned nigh near immediately with a full head of hair. "Awful quick with the hair treatment for an innocent girl," she accused. "I mean... we just got here and everyone saw what you did to me. most of us can barely lift a pencil with a Leviosa spell and you flung me across the table. If anyone here did this, it was you! We already saw you cast at another student once, who is to say that was the first time." What she lacked in physical skill and learning she made up for in hr ability to manipulate, to see openings and holes in stories even when there is none.

Barbara only then realizing why it felt so cold as she'd spaced out again, she actually hissed as she looked down and saw all of her straw colored, long, wavy hair on the floor. Amber eyes suddenly turning cold as she glared around for a possible culprit, small hand nearing her exceptionally long wand as she hoped she wouldn't have to actually use it.

In any case she immediately launched into a verbal tirade the likes of which she'd never heard anyone speak before. "You slimy tar slug, you'll burn in hell like no tomorrow if I have anything to say about it! Fuck you, whoever the actual hell did this!"

On and on she went, by no means calming down or looking ready to pause as she jumped up and down, shaking with an angry, enraged energy. The owls chirping nearby only serving to make it worse as they startled her again, further enforcing her sudden burst of emotion as she then snapped at them too "Go away you blightly snow birds! I don't much care for you, either! What's a school doing allowing you predatory birds near children?! It does not seem right at all to me!"

Gasping for breath only after that last bit of anger, she then collapsed onto the table in sudden exhaustion.

Sitting quietly at the Ravenclaw table, Bloom was writing in her journal. She had a brilliant idea of a story that she wanted to elaborate later on. Her imagination was running full speed, but her quill was too slow to catch up. She tried her hardest to focus on her idea when she heard a scream. Her brown eyes looked around to find other Ravenclaw peers with their hair falling out. Just like any person who sees what is happening to other peers, Bloom's petite hand reached for her own hair.

Immediately a handful of brunette hair had dropped onto her journal and she was beyond mortified. What's happening? she asked, her heart racing faster and faster. She looked around and saw a first year tell off a Slytherin who came to our table. Bloom was not the type for confrontation, but this was affecting her and she did not like it one bit.

Bloom walked over to the angry Ravenclaw and looked at the Slytherin, her eyes filled with hurt and disgust. "Did you do this?" she asked, her voice shaking. "What kind of twisted joke is this? This is not okay and I don't like it," she shouted, looking at the Slytherin in front of her and at the table near them. Bloom was shaking from the confrontation and felt like she just wanted to cry, but she knew she had to be strong. This is her first year away from family and with a bunch of strangers; she needed to show some form of strength.

More of her hair fell onto the floor. Bloom couldn't bare to think about what she looked like right then and there. She felt hideous that she had no hair on her head. She looked at the Ravenclaw who collapsed on the table telling off the Slytherin's and she could feel her pain. No one deserved this- even if it was a jinx and could - hopefully - be fixable. She placed a hand on the girl's shoulder and sat next to her. "It's going to be okay," she said to the Ravenclaw, trying hard to believe her own words. "We'll get them next time when they least expect it," she added, still outraged by their behavior.

As Jack was approaching the Ravenclaw table he look worried about his first impression. He saw a empty sit, as he sat down he saw that other students mostly talking to each other. Jack saw a lot of food on the table meat, soups, pies and other kinds of food. jack grabbed a soup, he placed the plate in front of him. As he looked at the soup, he saw a lot of strange things in it. He was confused. ''will it taste good, whats that thing...???'' He grabbed a spoon, located right next to him.  He took some soup with his spoon, he tasted it. It was hot, a bit too sweet for his taste.  He placed the spoon and a soup back to the table because they didn't really liked it, for him it was awful. ''Hope rest of the food won't taste that badly. He started to look around the great hall. There were 5 tables, one for RavenClaws, Slytherin, Hufflepuff, Gryffindor and teachers table. The students and teachers were mostly talking with each other or just eating. '' Not so much to do here '' Jack mutters. Jack was just really impressed by the rest of Great hall, really big, with a lot of lights and pictures. Jack looked at the food again, trying to find something tasty this time.

"Did you do this?"

"No!" She scoffed, "of course not. I am not this petty." She rumbled at the cue ball as she raised a hand, finger extended in the direction of the one Ravenclaw with a full head of hair. 

"What kind of twisted joke is this? This is not okay and I don't like it,"

"Don't insult with with a sick sense of humor." That would be Marcus. "Even if I did... which I did not... one of your own assaulted me!" She was turning blame back onto their own. She was referring to a few moments earlier when she was launched through the air and sent crashing into the table. Once was a cruel prank indeed, but the other was simply assault. "She," Erin was pointing at Helle "without a doubt modified the Leviosa spell not only lifting me but also swinging me about." She was using known, shared facts to substantiate her point and place the blame. "It is the first week, who else here knows how to do so much so early." Yes, she was throwing Helle under a racing bus that she was driving, if Marcus fell under there too she did not particularly care but that would have to be a conclusion that they would have to come to on their own. Marcus had made a point of showing off how skilled he was and it would eventually bite him in the backside. It already had in a few ways without him realizing it. It was dangerous to be different. Even if different was better.

She was half expecting a reaction, a spell. Something from them. She was not a masochist but she was willing to get hurt to win. Yeah, some might wonder how an injury could also mean victory. Well, this Slytherin was cunning, sly and of course manipulative. She was somewhat astonished that the staff, professors, varied moderators of the room did not intervene. Perhaps it was indifference at the plight of this jinx, perhaps it was because they were curious or they too had a sick sense of humor.  Still it would be a lie to say that their reaction was unwitnessed, after all by now most eyes in the room were likely on them.

They... Everyone could hear her and that was all she needed.

"I take pride in my house," she added with a cocky, defiant expression. "We're better than such a juvenile prank. What a waste of time it would be to learn such a spell for someone like us," well most of them anyways. 

She would move close to a random Ravenclaw and clap her syrupy hand on their shoulder. When did she crash through a plate of pancakes? She would wonder, it did not matter. "If I were you, I would get a marker or brow pencil and draw yourself a par of brows. Can't tell if you are happy, sad, mad or constipated. After that, I would probably have a talk with your fellow Ravenclaw since she royally [bleep]'ed up that jinx." She would lift her hand and shake her head at them as she made a tasking sound. She needed a bath, a shower, something. Back to the girls dorm for her, hopefully she would met up with a few girls and get a plan together. 

Erin Ryan wrote: "Did you do this?"

"No!" She scoffed, "of course not. I am not this petty." She rumbled at the cue ball as she raised a hand, finger extended in the direction of the one Ravenclaw with a full head of hair. 

"What kind of twisted joke is this? This is not okay and I don't like it,"

"Don't insult with with a sick sense of humor." That would be Marcus. "Even if I did... which I did not... one of your own assaulted me!" She was turning blame back onto their own. She was referring to a few moments earlier when she was launched through the air and sent crashing into the table. Once was a cruel prank indeed, but the other was simply assault. "She," Erin was pointing at Helle "without a doubt modified the Leviosa spell not only lifting me but also swinging me about." She was using known, shared facts to substantiate her point and place the blame. "It is the first week, who else here knows how to do so much so early." Yes, she was throwing Helle under a racing bus that she was driving, if Marcus fell under there too she did not particularly care but that would have to be a conclusion that they would have to come to on their own. Marcus had made a point of showing off how skilled he was and it would eventually bite him in the backside. It already had in a few ways without him realizing it. It was dangerous to be different. Even if different was better.

She was half expecting a reaction, a spell. Something from them. She was not a masochist but she was willing to get hurt to win. Yeah, some might wonder how an injury could also mean victory. Well, this Slytherin was cunning, sly and of course manipulative. She was somewhat astonished that the staff, professors, varied moderators of the room did not intervene. Perhaps it was indifference at the plight of this jinx, perhaps it was because they were curious or they too had a sick sense of humor.  Still it would be a lie to say that their reaction was unwitnessed, after all by now most eyes in the room were likely on them.

They... Everyone could hear her and that was all she needed.

"I take pride in my house," she added with a cocky, defiant expression. "We're better than such a juvenile prank. What a waste of time it would be to learn such a spell for someone like us," well most of them anyways. 

She would move close to a random Ravenclaw and clap her syrupy hand on their shoulder. When did she crash through a plate of pancakes? She would wonder, it did not matter. "If I were you, I would get a marker or brow pencil and draw yourself a par of brows. Can't tell if you are happy, sad, mad or constipated. After that, I would probably have a talk with your fellow Ravenclaw since she royally [bleep]'ed up that jinx." She would lift her hand and shake her head at them as she made a tasking sound. She needed a bath, a shower, something. Back to the girls dorm for her, hopefully she would met up with a few girls and get a plan together. 

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"Excuse you?" Helle's voice rang out in a plague of anger, pointing a finger straight at the Slytherin female. "Anyone who isn't a simple moron and not a muggle would know how to do a simple spell for a first grader like us!" She scoffed, "But of course, and as always, a Slytherin can't do a simple task such as a spell. Unlike you people, I actually enjoy my privilege of being here in Hogwarts. But I don't blame you, I'd be disgusted and weak-minded too if I was placed in such a nasty house like yours." Helle pulled insults out like nothing, used to being called insults as a child from the nasty people around her and shaming her for her family's history of dark tidings in magic.

Helle did feel prideful of her damaging work, despite it being an alarm of assault. "When you clean yourself, Slytherin, make sure you get rid of your natural odor as best as you can as well. Unfortunately, the stench can be smelled from miles away. I wonder if that's how the Sorting Hat picks your foul selves."

Helle scoffed pridefully to herself for not being picked into such a dirty house such as the Slytherin, being the reason (to her, at least) for her family's down bringing and the death of her own mother. She brushed through her dark colored hair that was re-grew thank to a nurse from earlier. "Typical. Those of the Slytherin house tend to run away with their tail between their legs when someone bites back. A bunch of hyenas, those ones." She continued to mock the unfortunate girl caught in her heated moment of anger. "Oh, and that spell I used on you? Pah. Reading books and learning on your own time and pace is considered a smart thing for people to do-Oh!" She covered her mouth, "I'm sorry, that doesn't include your type."

The Sorting Hat was possibly wrong on Helle with how her attitude was. But the hat itself has never been wrong.

Who knows, maybe it was for the first time.

OC: I have been directly addressed.

IC:

"Excuse you," the whiny Ravenclaw screeched.

"Yes, I understand sarcasm," she replied. "Your lack of manners, much like your assault have been duly noted."  Her eyes fixed on the Ravenclaw representative. Yes, her behavior represented the aggregate. She was simply too stupid to notice. "How many points have you caused Ravenclaw to lose?" She would wonder out loud. "How close are you to expulsion?" She would let out a low laugh. "Won't your parents be so proud of you." There was such venom in her words as they rolled off her lips.

"Anyone who isn't a simple moron and not a muggle would know how to do a simple spell for a first grader like us!"

"Oh good tutors." She reminded the hair for brains little girl. "Afraid that you would fall behind once lessons start. You still will but [bleep] at least you will make it the first few months." Classes had only started, you did not learn the year's lessons in the first week. This was the time in their wizarding career where it would not be common knowledge. 

"But of course, and as always, a Slytherin can't do a simple task such as a spell. Unlike you people, I actually enjoy my privilege of being here in Hogwarts. But I don't blame you, I'd be disgusted and weak-minded too if I was placed in such a nasty house like yours."

"Let me remind you," her eyes looked her up and down. "We are an entirely different class. You and I." She had the sort of look about her where if she walked into a Haunted House, she would leave with an application. "So short-sighted... So [bleep]'ing dumb." Did she have to remind her? Obviously it was not as true as they used to say -- this Ravenclaw was so stupid she would be stuck at a stop sign because it did not change to 'go.' "Whoever cast that hair loss spell might be discovered. BUT there is one thing obvious to each and every person here -- you attacked me with a spell." She shrugged her shoulders. "You're caught. You probably lack the sense to care." She shook her head. "But calling it, you're the one that cast the hair-loss spell." She knew she was wrong, her voice even had a trace of lyrical myrrh. "Too scared to admit it of course, she hit her own house by mistake."  But don't worry one and all, she knows the Leviosa spell. An amazing witch. Or another word that closely rhymes. "But let me make this simple enough that a girl so dumb she would get fired from a blowjob could understand. The privilege of being in Hogwarts for you will be short-lived. You cannot control your magic, you attack people with your magic. Your enjoyment of being the part of any house is about to..." she made a poofing motion with her hand.

"When you clean yourself, Slytherin, make sure you get rid of your natural odor as best as you can as well. Unfortunately, the stench can be smelled from miles away. I wonder if that's how the Sorting Hat picks your foul selves." 

"Smell? ...oh that," she brushed away a bit of toast her fellow Slytherin had chucked at her. Come to think of it he was kinda cute, but that was off-topic. "You would not know that smell would you? The smell of privilege, ambition and success." She would sniff the air, "that must be it... because on you all I smell is insecurity." 

Of course she was no longer leaving. The mewling Ravenclaw truly thought she was something of value. That she was intimidating. That growing her hair back was an actual improvement. Girl, you're so ugly you would make blind children cry. 

"Typical. Those of the Slytherin house tend to run away with their tail between their legs when someone bites back. A bunch of hyenas, those ones." 

"I would continue a verbal debate with you, but it appears you have come only hardly armed." She had only a mediocre ability to insult. Her lexicon, limited. Her status, in this room full of people: untouchable and unclean. Her fellow Ravenclaw were not coming to her aid. Why should they? The girl was spouting nonsense and insults. Assaulting another. The scuffle between them perhaps a private matter to some. "Besides, it looks like you act alone in your delinquency." She was referring to her fellow Ravenclaw. "I wonder how many friends you will make in your own house." Of course she would not have to worry about being lonesome for long, soon enough her bags would be packed and she would be on a train headed back home.

"Oh, and that spell I used on you? Pah. Reading books and learning on your own time and pace is considered a smart thing for people to do-Oh!" 

Erin simply looked at her.

"I'm sorry, that doesn't include your type."

"Took you an awful long time to come up with that insult didn't it." She sounded bored as she let that last dig sink in. "So unless you want to try to assault me again. In which case you will fail," indeed she would not be hit twice. "You have lost this exchange. You wound me only with your meritocracy. The Professors can determine your fate and if by some miracle you are allowed to stay, you can live in a dorm filled with people who can see you for what you are." Her fellow Ravenclaw. Her lonesome, indifferent fate.

OC: Will edit for Topic Left if unaddressed within the next few days.

Marcus got up from his table making sure his wand was in it's holster on his arm, making his way toward the Ravenclaw table having had quite enough of the back and forth "I would suggested not restarting your attack on a fellow Slytherin in my sight, as much as i know Erin here would wipe the floor with you, i would suggest you do not attack her, or any Slytherin for that matter, or I will be forced to put you down....quite painfully i might add" he stated to the Ravenclaw girl with a surprisingly cold tone

Marcus looked at Erin with a nod "Like i said, i already know you would wipe the floor with her feathers, but if it does come to it allow me to be your second in the duel...I...would like to makeup for my attitude toward you on the fifth floor" he said quietly to her with an apologetic look.

turning back to the ravenclaw girl "also i couldn't allow myself to standby and let a fellow snake be attacked, gotta show a united house, you know" he said with a slight chuckle "So..your attack earlier equals your first and only warning, you attempt to harm anyone in my house again..you will have wished you went to Beauxbatons