General The Slytherin Table 2019-2020

Interact with : @Genevieve Watkins | Mentioning : @Tabitha Caldwell

The sentient Hat for the umpteenth time cried different houses name. At this point Cassie ignore it. They still engage a conversation with Tabitha. Tabitha told Cassie that she is a Pureblood and her mom fond of Muggles but she was not sure about her father view regarding Muggles. Cassie nodded at the information.

"Yeah, I agree with you. I mean I also never met one but father said Mudblood are beneath someone whose identifies as Halfblood and Pureblood"Cassie shuddered when they said that. It was such dirty word for them. In the Ironwoods Manor, no one dare to say Mudblood except their father. In the middle of their conversation with Tabitha, a bubbly girl, too bubbly for being a Slytherin approaches the pair.

She talk a mile per minute. "Woah, woah! Slow down, lass"Cassie said to the girl. "One, yes Tabitha and I are Slytherins and two, welcome to the table"Cassie added then gesture the empty spaces next to Tabitha and across from them. The girl firing question after question, Cassie can not help to let out a laugh.

"You talk a lot, huh?"Cassie enquires the other girl. This is one of Cassie negative trait, the lack of filter. One day it will backfire to them if they are not careful with how the way they saying things. "Yes, again both Tabitha and I are first year,"Cassie told the girl. "Charms, Defense Against the Dark Arts, Flying and Herbology of course"Cassie coined their opinion regarding what class they look forward too.

"It is interesting, indeed"Cassie smirked watching how the girl excitement bounce off like a bouncing ball. Finally the girl realize that she speaks too much and too fast. The girl introduce her name as Genevieve. Genevieve Watkins is her full name. "I am Cassandra. Cassandra Ironwoods. You can call me Cassie or Cash,"Cassie uttered to Genevieve.

"And this is Tabitha. Tabitha Caldwell"Cassie informs the girl. "Can I call you Gen? Genevieve seems mouthful for me, no offense"Cassie expressed.

Interactions: @Cassandra Ironwoods Mentioned: @Tabitha Caldwell

As the Cassie motioned towards the free seat across from them, Genevieve happily took the spot. "Thanks! Sorry, I'm just soooo excited! Hogwarts, you know? I grew up hearing stories about this place but it is so much bigger than I thought it would be!" Gen paused for a brief moment before adding. "Although, even if I wasn't excited I would still talk a lot, but probably not this much. Probably." Gen took another deep breath, trying to calm herself down. Her smile got a bit softer and less crazy-excited looking.

Gen's brow rose as Cassie listed off most of the classes, but she just gave a silent nod after each one. It's nice to meet you both! Of course you can call me Gen, most of my friends call me that. I agree, Genevieve is definitely a mouthful! And it takes so long to write! But my parents are strange like that and wanted like a very classic-sounding name. That's what they tell me anyway."

There was another all-too-short pause before Gen started talking again, but slower this time.I dunno that I have met any Slytherins before. My mum was a Griffindor, I think... but maybe a Hufflepuff." Gen shrugged, to her the houses didn't seem like a big deal. She didn't care what house everyone was in, she just wanted to be their friend. "Were you guys surprised that you got Slytherin?" There were a thousand other questions Gen thought of asking, but intentionally decided to stop there.

My peregrination towards the Slytherin table was proud in order to assert my power as the older Slytherins cheered. I sat down at the table and sat silently, staring off into the distance. The Slytherin table was covered with an emerald green table cloth that had stitches in gold thread and magical images of snakes that moved. “Interesting use of spells“, I thought, intrigued. The others tried to pat me on the back, and asked for my name. I was surprised at the lack of hearing everyone had. Hadn’t the Headmaster just called my name in order for me to be sorted? The hugs did not make me flinch but it would be a long ways yet before I would accept one. As for my name, I was pestered enough times to be annoyed and I finally consented.
“My name is Tristan Theramin of the Noble House of Theramin. What is it you desire?” I said coldly in order to end their interest in me. I repeated to my self Sentiment is not a benefit. I will just get hurt again. The students stopped and I concluded that they had just been doing their duty rather than actually being interested in me. They did not deserve my friendship if it is not my personality but rather duty or money that calls them towards me.