General The Gryffindor Table 2020-2021

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INTERACTIONS│@Scarlett Aden, @Piérre Marchonné, @Kieryn Rodriguez, @Ashwaria Nair
MENTIONS│Juan Rivera, Zykeal Lane

Ivy had watched the Sorting Ceremony with her chin propped up by one hand and grey eyes fixed on the new students, her expression somewhat resembling amusement. She couldn't help but recall her own sorting last year - she had been a little disappointed for not getting into her mother's house, which was Slytherin, but the reminder that her uncle had been a Gryffindor had softened the blow. The Silversteins, all of whom had attended Hogwarts, had let go of the whole obsession with Slytherin House, although they were still the stupid pureblood elitists they had always been. By the looks on some of the first years' faces, they, like her, hadn't gotten their preferred house. Ivy wondered how many of them would seek out the Headmaster and ask for to switch houses... Stupid, thought the girl with a roll of her eyes. They would soon find out that switching houses wasn't allowed - and the Sorting Hat was never wrong. Ivy was at home amongst the throng of lions, and she said a silent thank you to the tattered old hat from where she sat.

As the newly sorted Gryffindors joined them at the table, Ivy sent them a wry smile, the right side of her lip tugging upwards slightly, taking in their expressions. Gee... they really were a nervous lot of students, weren't they? She didn't remember the Sorting being as scary as they were making it out to be. Turning her head at the sound of a familiar voice among the symphony of unfamiliar ones, Ivy couldn't help but smile - a genuine one, this time - at the sight of two of her fellow second-years greeting the first years. She recognised Piérre, despite his Hufflepuff ensemble. The other, not so much... hadn't she been the girl talking to Zyk at the slumber party last June? Ivy winced slightly at the thought of Zyk, recalling their disastrous encounter at summer camp. She had put everything on the line, and he had walked away. Where was he, anyway? Ivy scanned the table for the boy, but was unsuccessful in finding him. Whatever. It's not like I care.

The second year turned her attention back onto the conversation Scarlett and Piérre were having with the first years, waiting for them to be done with the introductions before inserting herself into the conversation. "Hi Piérre, hi Scarlett." Ivy greeted her classmates first, glancing sideways at the first years. She wrinkled her nose in disgust as a boy nearby [Juan] literally pounced on his food like a wild animal. Gosh, some people didn't have any manners, did they? "Welcome to Gryffindor," she told the new students, as an afterthought. Scarlett and Piérre had welcomed them, so she supposed it was only right that she did as well. "I'm Ivy. Second year."

She took a sip from her goblet and glanced around the table again. Kieryn was pulling her hood up and asking Piérre a question - something about being weird. Ivy rolled her eyes and turned her attention on the girl who had introduced herself as Ashwaria, who had said something equally as stupid. Honestly, she should have never tried to talk to these people. Piérre and Scarlett, she was fine with, but not these first years. Patience, she reminded herself, biting back a snarky comment. They're new. Don't go snapping at them, you'll regret it later... Ivy turned to face Scarlett. "How was your summer? Were you at summer camp?"

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"Good to meet you too, Ashwaria," said Scarlett, turning to the other first-year girl, the blonde one. It seemed like juggling conversations was going to be the regular manner of speaking here.

The girl stuttered for a bit - she really needed to learn some confidence - and finally managed to introduce herself as Kieryn.

"Oh, no, nothing's wrong," said Scarlett absently. Why would there be anything wrong? Anyway, however, there were more people joining in on the conversation, turning a simple hello to more of a chatting group. "And I'm a second-year now."

Scarlett smiled at those words.

Just at that moment, a boy shuffled over with a plate of food. His eyes twinkled mischievously and he seemed so inexplicably cheerful as he sat down next to Kieryn and welcomed the first-years to Hogwarts. Not that Scarlett minded - happiness was a goal everyone should have in life.

The boy was dressed in Hufflepuff clothing, but Scarlett wasn't really fooled. She had seen quite a few Hogwarts students in her first year - and definitely would recognise a fellow Gryffindor like her. What his name was, though, was still a mystery. Peter?

The boy - Patrick? Phillip? - shook hands with Kieryn. The house of chivalry and loyalty? Certainly a way to describe Gryffindor, but Hufflepuffs were more of the loyal type. Then again, the boy was wearing Hufflepuff clothing. He might have an infatuation with the badgers for all Scarlett knew.

Scarlett ate some more food and fidgeted with her fingers - a habit. Snippets of conversation drifted over to her as -

Wait, a veteran?

The matter called for some intervening as Scarlett interrupted said, "Veteran? We're not veterans - we're twelve!"

She paused. Oops. Going against her whole 'I'm in second-year and I'm older than these students and I feel quite proud' mindset.

"Anyway," said Scarlett, hoping they hadn't gotten off the wrong foot. "Again, I'm Scarlett. How about you? Are you - er - Peter? Or something?..."

She trailed off and flashed an apologetic smile in case the name was wrong. Which it probably was.

Scarlett watched as Ashwaria and Kieryn chatted with Pierre some more - he seemed to be the student magnet. Scarlett took a sip of her pumpkin juice as she waited for something to happen.

That something came in the form of Ivy Bellamy. It wasn't much, just a quick hello, but it gave Scarlett someone to talk to. After all, talking was as essential as breathing to her. Quiet never really existed in her world.

"Hi Pierre, hi Scarlett," said Ivy. Ivy had indeed grown through the year - like her - and was more slender than scrawny. Scarlett had briefly met her at the club meeting for that ABC thing and saw her at the Gryffindor slumber party.

"Hi Ivy!" smiled Scarlett. Maybe she would make a friend today.

Ivy introduced herself to the first-years and gave them what looked like a distasteful glance as she rolled her eyes. It looked like she was restraining herself from snapping a snarky comment. Scarlett didn't mind this too much - she was quite used to people like this and knew they always had some form of good somewhere.

"I was actually," said Scarlett, turning to Ivy. "And summer was alright. I met people and ate food, and watched Quidditch and roasted s'mores...typical stuff. Was your summer any more exciting?"
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I dropped the hat back down on the go seat and walked over the Gryffindor table. Seriously, Gryffindor, the only brave thing I can remember doing is pranking the hell out of everyone back at my old school. I thought I was going to be in Ravenclaw because of my intellect or Slytherin because of my ambition. I can't say I'm daring, heck, I can't even make friends the right way. I almost passed out when my adrenaline junkie of a brother tricked me into riding the most dangerous rollercoaster known to man. Unfortunately for him, I puked on his sneakers when I got off.
I looked at everyone at the Gryffindor table and sat down. I exhaled and sank back into my seat, watching others go and get sorted into the houses.
I wanted to put my head on the table and let all my feelings and thoughts faded away... but something caught my eye. The table was lined with all sorts of food. "How did I not notice all of this" I thought.
I sat up straight and grabbed a piece of what I thought I thought was meat. You can never be sure in a magical school. Back at my old school, you think that your lunch is alive and looking right at you.
I took a bite and I fell back in my seat. This was way better to what I was used to. It was like ambrosia cuz taste like the best thing I've ever eaten, but only a little bit better.

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INTERACTIONS│@Scarlett Aden, @Ashwaria Nair
MENTIONS│Piérre Marchonné

Oh, for fuck's sake. Ivy hadn't said a single word to Ashwaria and already the first year was claiming to know how she felt. She was partly correct, though. Now that Ashwaria had spoken those words to her, Ivy certainly was not happy, evident in the way her eyes flickered upwards to the ceiling and the look she exchanged with Scarlett, can you believe this? The second-year's lips pursed together with displeasure and she turned back to face the younger girl. "Oh?" she said coolly, quirking an eyebrow. "And why wouldn't I be happy?" Ivy was holding back, trying her best not to snap at the chatty first year. She didn't want to get detention on her first day back at Hogwarts, after all.

The Gryffindor cast her gaze around the table, calmly observing the new students and taking mental notes about them. Her eyes lingered just a smidge longer on Kieryn - the small blonde who acted as though the entire world was going to collapse in two seconds. Ivy couldn't help but find this amusing; this batch of first years sure was strange. Ashwaria was audacious and far too bold for her own good, while Kieryn looked so nervous, Ivy thought she was going to burst tears any second. Ha! One of them needed to learn humility and sensitivity, the other needed to learn some confidence.

Ivy slipped into conversation with Scarlett now, easing a smile onto her face. "The match was insane, wasn't it?" She could recall the excited buzz of the crowd and the way the players had soared through the air - it had been an amazing experience, the whole summer camp. Now as for the rest of her summer... it had been strange. There was the whole thing with Ana going rogue, of course. Then her grandmother had died, and she had gone to France for a week to say goodbye. It had been a rather sad ordeal... and upon returning to Sussex, Ivy and Alison had broken out of the house to tell Lillian. Yes, August had been rollercoaster. Ivy wasn't quite sure how to respond without revealing too much information in public. "Eh, not really," she decided on. "I went to France for a week in August and that was it. Are you excited to get back into the classroom? I can't wait for Transfiguration."

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Being in a new school without a main group to hang out without sucked.

Big time. The only real interactions was on the train to come to Hogwarts where he talked to Rohan and Elisabeth, but he assumed he didn't like him much for asking about Muggles. Darn his ignorance.

The trip onto the boat was also another time where he gotten the chance to talk to fellow students but nothing notable and tangible as friendship, other than Syl.

But Remi hasn't seen him with the large student body of Hogwarts students. For now, all he could really do was study and try to make friends, even with the professors and get on their good side was on his mind.

As he sat at the Gryffindor's Table, alone from the bigger groups farther from the table, he really didn't want to plop himself with the older years as he didn't want to be a laughing stock like that kid who fall into the Lake.

On his plate was a simple breakfast: French Toast, Waffles with Syrup, And chocolate milk on the side in a goblet. His parents would definitely would not have him eat like that.

Ivorian Breakfast was usually Milk rice (rice with a little bit of milk and lots of sugar) but it was great to break the mold and eat something with substance.

Taking a large bite out of his French toast, he sighed. Maybe he'll meet someone new, someone who can accept him like Syl did.

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