General The Slytherin Table 2017 - 2018 Closed

The Slytherin table. Go and sit, everything else is pretty empty and you already finished one of your history books. Go talk to someone or ill annoy you. Hissed a voice. It had no body, you couldn't see it, it was Kats. 
I don't want to. The library is still open, I could go and-
Sit. Now. I'm tired of reading.
Shut up. You're just a voice.  Kat hissed back. She had voices in her head, well, at least a voice. She was more than aware that having a voice in her head was far from normal but she could have conversations with it so she didn't mind it much, even if it did annoy her at times.

Kat sat in an empty seat at the table, her red eye hidden under her purple hair while her dull, black eye was scanning everyone that was sitting at the table. 
Try to make some friends.
I'm already sitting at the table, don't push it. I know how to block you out.
Kat started eating food that was placed on her golden plate, silently judging everyone to see who she would actually like. She looked down at her plate, uninterested in judging for more than ten minutes when she could be enjoying her food.

Liv excitedly made her way to the Slytherin table after being sorted. Her mother was in Ravenclaw and her father was in Gryffindor, and their parents were all in Hufflepuff, so she was the first Slytherin in the family. She was excited to be part of this house; she heard the Slytherin were ambitious and resourceful, and Liv thought that perfectly described her. She was also very excited to be the first Slytherin in the family. She knew her parents would be overjoyed. Sure, Slytherin was given a bad reputation because of some people, but she knew it wasn’t a bad house for evil people. She knew she’d make some wonderful friends. 

Victoria found a seat a little ways down but some students was still close since they was first years and then the higher ups in the house. Sitting down she waited till all the people was seated in their house as there was several more people not sorted in the houses yet. Wondering what classes she should take she knew for sure she will take potions and Defense against the Dark Arts that was her favorite classes that her father told her about, before he started being distance from her and her siblings. After the other students was seated she seen food appear out of know where and onto platters and bowls. Filling her plate with her favorite foods, she loved a good meal nobody couldn't take that away from her.

Zachary hadn't a clue what he was doing here, the train ride was awkward and just being in a world of "magic" seemed so... out of the ordinary. When he was standing in the large mass of kids, staring at a single stool and a woman holding up a dusty old hat, he thought maybe for a second he was kidnapped. But as he watched the hat sit on kids' heads, yelling out strange words, it intrigued him. Soon his name was called up and he sat in the stool, the hat sat on his head for a few moments before yelling out "Slytherin!"

He saw a table cheer, so he instinctively walked over and sat at one of the empty seats, though he spotted a couple of older looking kids whispering 'Muggle Born'. He just waved them off, watching the rest of the ceremony before the tables were then piled high with food. Still being wary, he only took a scoop of mashed potatoes. 

Wolf sat down near the end, quiet as anything. He didn't want to start any conversation but realized if someone wanted to talk to him, he would. He sat their, eating whatever food they had.

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Emily smiled as she sat down at the Slytherin Table.  She was happy to be accepted by her fellow housemates and hoped to soon form long-lasting friendships with some of them.  She was amazed when the food magically appeared on the table and she soon begin helping herself to all her favorite foods which consisted of practically everything that was currently being served.  She was glad that she had not filled up on sweets during the train ride here on the Hogwarts Express.  Her father was right.  Emily was sure to have an awesome time at Hogwarts.  While she quietly ate, Emily thought of what her classes would be like and what she would be learning.  She was a smart girl for her age and she was sure that she would earn top marks in all of her classes.  She thought about what adventures she could possibly have while at school as well.   She would write home to her father before she went off to bed that night.  Before leaving Platform Nine and Three-Quarters, Emily promised her father that she would write to him a lot.  Her father even promised to visit her at Hogwarts sometimes.  For now, Emily turned her attention back to her current surroundings.  She soon finished eating dinner and was starting on some dessert before heading off to her new dormitory.

Valera grabbed a piece of bread and began picking at it, when more people began to take their seats and introduce themselves,  more and more eyes fell expectantly to her. After several other students wordlessly waited for her to say something, she finally spoke up. "Um...I'm Valera...Valera Veetrie." She spoke quietly, and nodded gently as some other students greeted her. Though she tried not to make herself noticeable,  she couldn't help but glance at one of the other students, Marcus she believed he called himself. He seemed so confident, as well as most of the other first years; it made her feel even more distant. How can I even dream to be as successful as all these other people?

With the ending of his sorting ceremony, Augustus would go take a seat in an open seat at the Slytherin table. Without bothering to check out who was sitting around him, he'd look down at his lap. He didn't feel hungry in the slightest, having eaten on the train ride to Hogwarts. Taking deep breaths, he would shake his hands out under the table. He was only shaking the nerves out of himself, he had made it into the house he had wanted. That was soothing enough by itself.

'Maybe I'll fancy myself a drink.'

After the thought crossed his mind, he'd pour himself some water. August merely didn't want anything else. But of course, he'd have to have fluids sometime. Of course, water would be his go-to. It didn't make you sick unless you drank too much or drank it contaminated. And, didn't have any sugars. Good enough for him. He did like his sweets, but not at the moment. Thus, he'd thoughtfully sip at the plain drink occasionally. When it was all gone, the boy would look back down, rubbing his hands together. All his insecurities were promptly replaced with quiet excitement. Not only would he have seven full years to make a name for himself in this school, he'd also have all the time in the world to find ways to make his parents proud.

With her sorting ceremony coming to an end, she walked down from the stool and looked for an open seat at the Slytherin table. She sat herself next to a guy that looked quite ready to eat all the food the table offered and she caught herself giggling relating all too well. 

Her gaze focused on all the food in front of her and yet the only thing she was craving was some cola. Hogwarts never failed to surprise her as a bottle of cola appeared in front of her and her eyes lit up with her hands going swiftly for the carbonated drink. She set down the drink whilst vocalizing a satisfied sigh. She set her hands in her lap suddenly feeling too shy and too anxious to even take a bite of any of the food placed in front of her. 
Wow, this is where I'm going to be for seven years and I have no idea what to do. Her eyes widened and she took a deep gulp. 

Adohiro Moira sat at the Slytherin table, wondering who would be his friends and enemies. He had a few food items on his plate, he wasn't a big eater. He ate like a bird which was no wonder why he was lean and skinny as a twig. He wanted to be top of the House and would try to work harder than everyone else. He was tired of his eldest brother looking down on him for being soft-spoken and timid. He began to eat quietly, the food tasted good, but it was different from what he ate at home. It would take awhile to eat these kinds of meals after growing up eating Korean dishes. He began to feel homesick and he pushed the food away, not feeling hungry anymore. Even though he was treated like a nuisance at home, he missed it. This place wasn't home at all but he decided to make friends and have good memories of his years in Hogwarts. He wanted to make a name of himself and decided to. "Hello, everyone! My name is Adohiro!" He spoke loudly standing up all of a sudden, maybe a bit too loud. However, determination glinted in his eyes. He felt like all eyes were on him and he quickly sat down. Was it too much or did he sound okay?