We Make Winning Look Easy! PV Tagged Snakes vs Eagles

Slytherin had proven they success for 4 months by winning the trophy. And now was one of the sweetest moments of victory, the celebration. Dancelos was summoned by her Quidditch friend Avery. She had gone a little early to help and see the Ravenclaws' defeatist faces. Avery was giving orders for the preparations. On the one hand, there were very familiar faces.
+I hope it's not too late to help.
she said and greeted the people who were looking at her.
Dancelos looked for a job, realized that the plates had not yet been placed, and placed the plates Avery had taken out of the box on the table.
The smell of various spices was all over the place.
Habib and Vale, who she had met the other day (not quite acquainted) had also arrived a little early. Habib had brought some kind of squid and was telling Avery about it.When everything was ready, the table looked perfect. Fish cakes, sliced ​​beef and pork, spam, fried bean curd, enoki mushrooms, lotus root, chrysanthemum leaves, cabbage, rice cake... Dancelos bought herself a few sticks (fortunately, her grandmother taught her how to use them), a bowl, milk tea and found a place for herself found a seat. Almost everyone had arrived. She attended Avery's victory speech with a cup of tea and triumphantly began tasting these spicy foods. Today was definitely one of heR days here, it was going to be a nice evening with her friends. And of course she was going to see the Ravenclaws face of defeat, this it was one of the best parts.

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MENTIONS:
@Vale Ashwood
@Avery Chen
@Habib Acropolis

November had been a tough month for Liana. She had been feeling low for a huge portion of it, and initially even neglected doing extra work for her classes. But the excitement and mutual desire to win made her work harder - as a lot of people in her house seemed to want a yet another win, and Ravenclaw decided to put up a fight, the studious first-year concluded that she ought to earn more points than usual. Which was no small feat to achieve, since she regularly submitted flawless homework, volunteered to answer questions in class every day, and did her best to complete any extra assignments that may be given. So she had to somehow do more of that. Which meant doing extra work in subjects she had paid less mind to, such as Transfiguration, Potions, History of Magic... and Flying. The latter put more stress on her than the other three combined. Mostly because she despised heights, seemed to lack balance, and found broom riding just uncomfortable in general. And yet, she pushed through all the discomfort and fear, managing to score a few Os rather than her usual Es and shameful As that the Flying professor tended to evaluate her with.

The hard work had paid off. Her massive effort made her the top earner of the month - a title she was proud of, but did not intend to strive for again any time soon. And, of course, Slytherin had achieved victory. By a single point only - but victory nonetheless. Since the redhead played no small part in it, she felt like she deserved a day off. Perhaps even some socializing, as she had been avoiding interactions with her peers outside the classroom for almost a month. The party that Avery came up with seemed like an acceptable idea, too. Admittedly, she was quite a bit anxious about how Ravenclaw would take it, if they heard about their little celebration. After all, she still harboured hopes of getting into their study groups by forming friendships with some of the Ravenclaws. That was something she had yet to initiate - somehow she just never found the right time to chat with any of the blue-clad students, and felt almost queasy whenever the thought of approaching someone with the explicit purpose of making friends surfaced in her mind. She doubted she'd be any good at it. Perhaps if she was just neutral-nice towards their whole house, a positive relationship would form naturally. However, if today's event proved to be just a gathering for boasting and wound salting, Rowena's disciples would likely view everyone present in a negative light. So yes, Liana had managed to find something to worry about in something as cheerful and innocent as a party.

Feeling antsy and not at all hungry, she settled down with everyone else and, following Avery's suggestion, took a bowl and a cup of tea. For a brief moment she debated whether to try using chopsticks - a skill she'd never gained. In the end, however, the girl ended up selecting a fork; better not make a fool of herself by failing to pick up food with utensils she'd never used before. The toast initially made her glow with pride - although 'carrying' perhaps wasn't the word she would have chosen to describe her effort, at least not publicly. The very next statement made her flinch internally. Oh. Oh no. They were really going to brag about the victory and talk down Ravenclaw. Her eyes went around the room, trying to gauge everyone's opinion on the little speech. An overwhelming majority seemed to approve, which was a bad sign. Vale even added to it, touching upon and unknowingly diminishing any hopes Liana had of forming a friendship with Ravenclaws.

''Remember, guys, both houses tried their best, and we won by a single point. That's more luck than anything. A professor could have happened to grade a batch of Ravenclaw homework and we would have lost.'' This wasn't exactly the Slytherin-glorifying speech everyone else was giving, but she had to do something to salvage the situation before they were overheard. And it was true - in the end, their victory had been a stroke of luck. When she had gone to sleep on November 30th, they were behind by a handful of points and she thought they had failed. Waking up to cheers in the common room had been utterly unexpected. The snakes gathered here seemed to have forgotten how little hope there was by the end, and how surprised most of them felt. She eyed the enchanted ornament hovering above their heads. That was a complete overkill right there, a challenge to fight for any Ravenclaw that happened to pass by the Great Hall. Was it really a good idea to come here? She was beginning to doubt it.

Everything was nice, Hildegard forced herself to ignore Avery to enjoy Slytherin's 4th month of leadership in points. However the mention of eating with sticks was too odd to be ignored.
What was it ? Chopsticks ? Why would I eat with sticks rather than a fork a spoon and a knife ? Sticks are made to walk, make broom or things like that ! What's wrong with those muggle ? She thought.
However she quickly stopped wondering about those strange muggle tradition when the smell of the food went into her nose.
Taking milk tea, some fish balls, and calamari.

- Calamari are squids you said ? She said without expecting any responds.
Hildegard took extra care to enjoy the squid, she may not have been attacked by the giant squid back in her first, the experience was still traumatizing enough for her to want to take revenge.

- This squid is delicious ! She admitted to the boy.

While Hildegard was eating, some conversation was ongoing about how Liana helped to make them win and upon hearing the ginger girl being modest Hildegard furrow her brows.
Modesty was for the weaks, the weaks who needed to stay in the shadow in order to keep their place.
She thought maybe Liana was really a snake pretending it was not a big deal and it was close just to be able to have no challenge.
Either way she could not let Liana have it her way, it was belittling Slytherin a bit and allowed the DADA prodigy to keep herself away from competition.

- What are you talking about Liana ? We whooped Ravenclaw's ass on Dungbombs thanks to you, it was not even close ! they lost pitifully, it was pathetic ! I know you can do it again next month ! You're one of the best first year after all ! So don't be modest please.

She paused and continued loudly while raising her milk tea cup.

-To Liana ! The Ravenclaw's dementor !

She then added less loudly with a sarcastic tone :
- Seems like we are not trying to burn the same birds aren't we ?

Interacting with : @Liana Kerr | @Habib Acropolis
Mentioning : @Avery Chenn | @Vale Ashwood | @Dancelos Grey

OOC note: I'll wait to add the drama until more Ravenclaw are here

OOC note: Please know that Clair's thought's actions and words are Clair's I might not agree with everything she says or does, if your going to hate her, Hate her not me. Thank you for understanding!

outfit without glasses: [x]

Juniper couldn't pass the hourglasses. She found herself taking long and wide turns just to avoid seeing them. The stinging was still fresh. The fact that they were winning all month until last minute, when one point finished it all... and Slytherin made a new record. Seeing the hourglasses would make her want to kick someone. In fact just thinking about it was ticking her off. She gave a frustrated sigh and ran her hand through her out-of-control hair. Sometimes she wanted to yank her hair out, but doing so wouldn't fix what happened with the Slytherins. But a walk just might. As she walked, she let out angry thoughts and snapped at random kids as she walked by. As she started to pass the Great Hall, a strong smell met her nose.

She dug her hands in her pockets and paused. What was it? It smelled pretty good. Some of it had a... spicy smell? June loved spicy food, so she was interested and walked into the great hall. She was met by a group of students, seemingly enjoying themselves. A party, perhaps? She never got an invitation and she felt like she was intruding. However, she ignored the feeling and made a beeline for the table with food.

She used a fork and scooped some food for herself (only a bite sized portion) and tried it. She wrinkled her nose and spit it out. (no offense to the cooks or culture, of course ) "That tastes TERRIBLE! what is it?" She so badly wanted to rinse that taste from her mouth. She put her plate on the table as her eyes drifted to a photo. A photo of a snake eating an eagle?

oh no.

She looked around, suddenly aware that she was surrounded by Slytherins. She felt her anger rise.

"DO YOU A-HOLES THINK YOU'RE FUNNY?!" She yelled, and a voice came to her ears.

"- What are you talking about Liana ? We whooped Ravenclaw's ass on Dungbombs thanks to you, it was not even close ! they lost pitifully, it was pathetic ! I know you can do it again next month ! You're one of the best first year after all ! So don't be modest please."

Her eyes searched for the culprit, locking on her target as she did. She paced over and grabbed the girl's front of her shirt. She shoved the girl backward as she held onto the shirt, then yanked the girl forward so she could smash her head into the girl's. However, she didn't fully tilt her head forward so she hit her nose. However, if she did the rest of it right, the girl would be in a lot more pain than she was in right now. She felt the blood coming from her nose, but not too fast as she didn't hit it extremely hard. If anything, the other girl would have a gushing nose at least.

She wiped away the blood from her nose and stood for a moment, looking at shocked faces.

She turned her attention back to the girl. "Aww." She said, in a mock pout. "Did that feel pathetic to you?" She sneered.

@Vale Ashwood @Hildegard Schneider @Dancelos Grey @Habib Acropolis @Hui Ming @Liana Kerr @Maggie Hawkins @Avery Chen
@Hunter Argentum @Clair Fernandez @Emily R. Brewer @Phoenix Adair @Eliphas Dune

NOTE: Hilda I love you, you're a great writer so feel free to dodge the angry Juni

Interacting: @Avery Chen | @Dancelos Grey | @Liana Kerr
Mentioning: @Clair Fernandez | @Juniper Kelly | @Habib Acropolis | @Vale Ashwood | @Hildegard Schneider

English | Mandarin | French | Quotes

Winter was not being kind to Hui Ming, though not many would have noticed it. Bleary eyes and less succinct vocabulary were the only indications of the stress the boy was under, between the workloads he had chosen for himself. Somehow the quiet, well-put-together boy was unfurling at the seams: borderline O’s had started becoming borderline E’s, and then regular E’s; verbal barbs became less sharp, and the bespectacled first-year sank ever deeper into his reserved shell.

The boy maintained his steady inflow of points, always within the top 5 of his class. But only smouldering embers remained of what had once been his burning determination. The boy still went about his business, but only half-heartedly. A resigned automaton carrying out its functions, rather than the efficient, intelligent child who had started the year.

Even in participating in this celebration of his House’s performance, Ming had ceded quietly to Avery’s enthusiasm. The old Ming might have puffed up and lectured Avery on propriety – Slytherin had already proven themselves to be the best House, there was no reason to proclaim it loudly to the world.

This Ming just quietly accepted a random assortment of food and started digging in.
Not even Schneider’s boasting or the living faux pas that was Acropolis would get a rise out of the boy, despite how distasteful and arrogant the pair managed to be.

All of this changed with the appearance of several new students to the mix, who happened to be Ravenclaw first years. He had not first paid them much mind, having expected some degree of decorum out of them – Cassidy Fraser and Delilah Stewart had both been extremely reasonable individuals, and he had expected that to be a House trait.

The first girl (Clair) opened with a juvenile insult. The second girl (Juniper), meanwhile, pranced in like she owned the place; callous body language, offensive words, and outright physical violence included.

For a moment Ming did nothing, looking to the group to see how they would take to this intrusion. It seemed, at least from the reaction elicited by Acropolis, that it was a welcome intrusion – a chance to flex their muscles and show off, now that they safely outnumbered their azure counterparts.

It was…. For the lack of a better word, it was disgusting.

And just like that, it was all too much.

“No wonder you lost, if this is how the House of Intellect handles challenges.” Ming’s voice was low, barley more than a whisper. But each of his syllables dripped contempt. Assuredly, the first year got to his feet, before adding. “This is unbecoming, and shameful.”

Though the final words were said as a continuation of his previous comment, his eyes lingered on his Housemates more than the Ravens. Schnedier, Acropolis, even Ashwood.

Slowly, he wiped his mouth with a tissue. “It was a lovely meal, Avery. But I must excuse myself from this…..demeaning display.”

A small pause, and Ming gave a small nod. “Miss Kerr. Miss Grey.”

Hui Ming will leave this thread unless stopped