General The Slytherin Table 2018-2019

The feeling that Marianne had of that boy was the classic "I did not like you.". The first impression was bad, after all he was stupid with Evany just because the girl was eating everything she wanted. And what was the problem? Did he happen to be her father to tell her how much she should or should not eat? "The truth is you should not say insults as if they were a fact, you idiot. I'll get involved if I want to, yes!" Well, children being childish were just children being childish. Not that Marianne was intimidating, of course. She should try again in a few years, but she believed it was working. Then she ignored him and would mark the boy's face in case she needed it in the future.

"Arg. Boys." The redhead mumbled eating her chips and also a fork of the pasta. It was delicious. "Oh, so one day maybe we'll join the Slytherin team together! It would be so much fun!" And she turned to her own food, eating more than she thought at first that she could. A little rice, beans and a huge piece of steak. She finished it all with a piece of bitter chocolate, her favorite candy. She said goodnight to Evany and waved when she left, stretching and yawning before getting up and going to Hufflepuff's table to chat with her older brother before finally going to the basements and finding out where she was going to sleep from then on.

Rekka trudged across the stone floor from the sorting hat to the Slytherin table. With her hood up, she hid towards the middle of the table, trying to avoid social contact. She had asked her mother to sew a pocket to the inside of her cloak. She stuffed her hand inside it, feeling her fingers close around the cool ceramic of her ocarina.
((Side note: She is Bhuddist, whose temples are designed to incorporate fire, water, earth, air, and wisdom. Her ocarina is similar to the way they include water in their temple paintings.))
Her father gave it to her when she wanted to learn an instrument from her mother's culture. While it wasn't really traditionally Japanese, they were quite popular there, and she loved the beautiful sound it made.

When all the newcomers had been sorted, the feast began. Huge plates of food appeared from seemingly nowhere. There was, rabbit, pheasant, lamb, beef, rolls, even haggis.

Rekka tried not to gag at the smell of all of it.

Trying to gather a plate of beans and asparagus spears, she avoided the meat as best she could, while also trying to conceal the fact that she wasn't eating any animals. She already needed to serve her time here, she didn't need the universe giving her the problem of being teased for her religious practices. How many people here even believed in a higher power? Was magic the new mandated religion? Was that why mom always pushed her to do her prayers well?
Maybe that's why she didn't learn about her origins until only recently, she thought. Mom didn't want these people treating me different.

Most of the time, you'd find Rekka shoving her face full of every food she could in a very Scottish manner. But right now, with the disappointment of not being in Ravenclaw like her mother still washing over her, she felt so sick to her stomach that she couldn't eat a bite.

Peering into the Great Hall, Helen cautiously made her way to the Slytherin table. The chattering and shrieks of laughter throughout the room were so very different from her silent home that she could not help the shiver of nerves that ran up her body. She quickly sat down, avoiding eye contact with those around her. Helen had always struggled to initiate contact with strangers, and although she desperately wanted to speak up and get to know her fellow Housemates, she failed to find the courage inside of her.

Instead, she hastily piled her plate with a series of fresh fruit and steaming vegetables and poured herself a glass of water. Despite her dreadful homesickness, she had to admit that Hogwarts knew how to welcome its students; the daily feasts were unfailingly delicious and certainly nothing to scoff at. Discreetly, she attempted to observe those around her, noting a strangely hooded girl who had yet to touch her food; in fact, she looked rather...upset?

Helen momentarily fought an internal battle. Should she attempt to comfort the girl or leave her be? Her head told her that her presence would be unwanted, but the combination of her own homesickness and her desire to not be so alone anymore pushed her to hesitantly speak out.

"Hello, my name is Helen." She paused, unsure of how to proceed, before deciding to go ahead and bluntly ask, "Are you alright?"

Rekka stopped wallowing in self-pity and focused on the girl sitting next to her. she had black hair and big green eyes. She must have just been sorted into Slytherin just like Rekka.  "What? Oh, yeah, thanks. I just can't eat with the smell of meat around, but the food looks delicious." She pulled down her hood to reveal a freckly girl with a mess of tangled red hair.  She took a little green ribbon (how appropriate) out of her pocket and tied her out-of-control hair back, revealing little braids along the side of her head.
"I'm Rekka. I hope I'm not squishing you," she scooted over a little bit. The table was chock-full of students, both those who were returning and those who had just been sorted.  "There we go. I like your hair, by the way."
Reconsidering the glistening plate of nectarines in front of her, she picked one up hesitantly. Examining it, she took a small bite from the crease. Sweetness exploded in her mouth; this was the best nectarine she had ever had! Gulping down bigger bites, her stomach growled. There was no way she was going to have a meal of only asparagus now. She smiled at Helen thankfully.

Anastasia was so excited with all of the new not so little first years. She had remembered when she was in their places sitting there with not many friends and unsure of what to do. That start of the year was her favorite time. Seeing all of the new first years. The amazing and exciting sorting ceremony and of course, how could she forget, the ever so delicious feast.

She welcomed all of the new first years into the Slytherin house with a huge smile and waited patiently for the feast to begin. A memory struck her mind of the cheers of the other people in the house when the sorting hat called Slytherin. She had never been so happy. The feast had been just so amazing and then she met new friends. What joy! She gazed into the shiny goblets and fork and plates. What a life! she thought to herself. She looked around at the kiddos faces and how amazed and delighted they were.

Anastasia couldn't stop moving in her seated. Her heart was racing and there was adrenaline rushing and pumping through her blood and her veins. The biggest smile in the world was planted on her face as she listened to the warm-voiced banter around her.

Excited didn't begin explain the emotions that Abigail had begun to feel. A mixture of emotions fled across her face. As she watched everyone in different houses. Talking to their friends asking them how their summer was.
She twirled a strand of hair between her fingers and bit her lip. Her parents had been here before. She wonder to herself what her parents got up to. She made her way down the Gryffindor and Slytherin table. Both tables seem to be enjoying themselves. 

Taking her seat at the Slytherin table. Abigail thought to herself. 'I'm home' she smiled before looking at the other students sat at her table. Everyone already seemed to have made friends on the train ride up. Abigail had never been the one to make friends easily. Her temper had always left her feeling like a oustider and loner. However deep down, she had some Raveclaw and Slytherin traits inside of her. She remembered when she had go sorted into Slytherin house. It was such an ordeal for her. She thought she was going to be in Slytherin.

Leaning towards the person next to her. She had decided to make friends. Well at least try. 'Hello' she said quietly to the person next to her. Hoping they had heard her.

Erin was glad she was in the house she wanted to thrive in. Glancing around she noticed the Gryffindor house being just as boisterous as what her cousin described when he first joined. One would clearly note straight away the two houses loath each other even if you didn't know the history of the two houses. Erin was screaming in joy, but in her head of course as who would want to stoop to the gryffindor's level in public indecency. Honestly it should be banned but alas its not going to happen *sigh*. She noticed a mudblood sitting at the table. Turing her noise up in desgust she continued looking around the table you could clearly see who were the "king" and "queen" as they were enrobed in power with her fellow students gazing every so often at them. Erin looked away quickly as she saw them turn their heads her way. Looking at her fellow first years who had been sorted she quickly analyses which people to talk to by their posture and facial features. Erin noticed a boy sitting next to her with a perfect smirk on his face and perfect posture and not a single hair out of place. Erin could tell he was either a half blood or pure blood as he had the finest of clothes they remind her of her father's.

Rasing her hand just above the table she said " Hello my name is Erin Mortiboys and you are?"

Ceri Faelee stood at the end of the long table gazing up the length of it. The students, like herself were dressed all in black robes each with the Slytherin crest embroidered on the front and the green and silver tie around their necks. Ceri watched them as they all chatted and laughed amongst themselves, sharing tales of their summer break, not giving her a second look as she made her way towards the centre where there was a seat available on its own. She sat herself down and drew a nervous breath in. Being nervous was not something Ceri was used to; she never had a reason to be nervous before, growing up surrounded by family had left no time for it. However now being in this magical castle, with its moving stairs and secrets, without a single member of her rather large family Ceri definitely was nervous and that speech about the house she had been placed in being like a family while she was here was something Ceri found extremely hard to fandom. Looking around once more at the students in the Great Hall Ceri reached for a pastry on the plate before her and began to eat.

Zolderane quietly sat down at the Slytherin Table in the Great Hall, she had not made any friends yet. But she was glad to see that everyone was happy and enjoying themselves. However, Zolderane didn't want to join in because I was worried that because she only had 10 months before the and of year exams that she thought that she would need to start studying straight away. She opened 'Magical Drafts and Potions' and started reading so that she would not forget anything it said. Zolderane barely noticed what was going on around her. She was most worried about Potions because she had practised Charms and Transfiguration at home but couldn't buy potions ingredients to practice Potions and that was her first lesson today. Plus, she had more time to study for all the other subjects except Charms, which was straight after recess. Even though she didn't have time to study Charms Zolderane felt confident about it because she had been practising every charm that she needed to do during her first year and had mastered most of them by now. Zolderane had some eggs and bacon for breakfast but didn't feel like eating too much. She had never been someone who ate a lot.

Augustus wore a satisfied smug look on his face as he strutted towards the Slytherin table. Finally upon reaching the table Augustus sat down with grace, naturally as Augustus exuded charisma and confidence, quite a few heads turned and watched him strut and then seat himself. First thing first, Augustus needed to find cronies or henchmen, the lower their intelligence the better, he can exchange assisting them with school work for protection and to do his dirty bindings on his behalf without him every dirtying a single finger. "Greetings fellow Slytherin, my name is Augustus Pyke and it is my pleasure to be a fellow Slytherin, let's make sure we wipe out the other houses and make Slytherin a force to be reckoned with no matter what," he proclaimed grandly with a flashy, smile that showed off his pearly white teeth and a wink. Some of the Slytherin cheered on the idea while a few rolled their eyes at him. He quickly made a mental note of both reactions and who made them.

Augustus took out the Defence Against the Dark Arts and continued delving deeper and deeper into the book, the book had engrossed him so much that he did not even realize when the food suddenly summoned upon their tables until the Slytherin beside him nudged him gently smiling at Augustus, "hey buddy, the food's been served you gotta eat." Augustus's head snapped back upon being touched and when his fellow Slytherin informed him that the food has been served, he smiled and thanked him and he began to dig in, helping himself to just about everything. Augustus loved food and tasting new and exotic foods so he did not hold back, especially because all he had all day was just candy from the trolley lady on the Hogwarts Express. Augustus being a a die hard meat eater specifically went after every single beef, pork and any other meat dish he can find on the table.

Luckily for Augustus, his mother knew that underage cannot be detected so long as there are several adults and so she let her son practice upon asking her permission all the spells that he will be learning to give him an advantage over the other students and Augustus was a bright pupil who devoted his final days of freedom to practicing all his spells in the courtyard where he will not cause damage or harm others. Augustus used the opportunity that everyone was too busy either catching up with friends or too busy stuffing their face, that while he ate he eavesdropped on a few conversations and made mental notes of observations he made about fellow students that he could use to his advantage later. It was far too early to tell but it seemed that these kids may turn out as a disappointment to Augustus, pity...