Thread: The Great Hall

Name Nickname Lucius Sarathorn. Attire Vest. HouseYear Slytherin Second Year. Wand 12 12 Inches, Phoenix Feather core, Yew wood. Location Great Hall Slytherin's Table Tagging Anyone Wendy Sees Severus, Remus. Time Tuesday September 5, 2073 Morning. Lucius almost seemed to study her rather than strike a conversation with her. His words were cryptic, his questions seeking difficult answers. Well, at least the question that would come later. She intrigued him to say the least, she seemed more...elevated than the rest. He was the poster child for pride, not associating with anyone who he felt was beneath him. He watched her nibble at her biscuit like she had no other care in the world, before her comments reached his ears. A coy smirk enveloped his face, and took over his lips. Well Minerva has...something I need, well her parents do, rather. I'm sure you don't want to be bothered with such details, nor am I in the mood to give them. He brushed it off lightly, tilting his head for a moment. Though mainly, she's just a nice fuck whenever the need arises. She's like a bird, feasting on my discarded leftovers. He shrugged his shoulders, his words blunt and as sharp as an axe. Who did he have to fear? No one would reprimand him for anything, well perhaps the head of the Slytherin house. He tolerated orders from the head, simply because of their shared pure blood ancestry and the fact that he -did- need to graduate from here. He looked across the table and clapped his hands to get the attention of a girl that sat oppose them, and she came running towards him. Kara, would you be a dear and take my books to my next class? I'd tell you what it is but I'm sure you have it memorized from following me all the damn time. His words were somewhat cruel towards her, yet almost in an endearing way, like he was speaking to a stupid underling. Naturally, as expected, she nodded her agreement and took the books into her hands, walking off towards the Hall's gates. Lucius turned towards Wendy and rose, stepping off of the bench and extending his hand down to take her own so he'd help her scale the small obstacle. I'll be a gentleman today, but you should know it's not a common occurrence, so don't expect it often. He winked coyly, watching as other students rose to their feet in preparation for class. Name Nickname Marrick Left Lane Right Attire Click Here HouseYear Gryffindor 3rd Years. Wand 9 inches, Veela Hair Core, Hornbeam Wood Marrick 9 Inches, Troll Whisker Core, Hornbeam wood. Lane Location Great Hall. Tagging Anyone. Time Tuesday September 5, 2073 Morning. Marrick and Lane yawned in what seemed like a parallel movement. They inherited way too much of each other's personalities and traits when born, they almost seemed animated. Marrick however seemed to be the more reasonable of the two, and Lane was just a little more dangerous. They watched the interaction between Noelle and the Slytherin girl with curiosity. They weren't ones to interfere when they didn't need to, but something about Noelle ticked them off slightly. She just sat there and took the insults, without fighting back. They did see her resolve when she spoke of the rather mysterious professor, who's demeanor was frightening enough to scare ten men, yet still. They were both rather emotional people, always reacting. They didn't know any other form of defense, Lane had Marrick's back and the other way around. Their thought process was interrupted as everyone began to rise, and they did so as well. It was near class time, and Marrick glanced at the large clock hanging on the wall beside them. Dumbledore's nipple! I have to get to the Quidditch field, I promised this cute first year I'd give her flying lessons. Tell the Proff. I'm dying or something, gotta go! Just like that, Marrick was off leaving Lane at the table without even having a chance to respond. Lane looked from Snape to Sydney, and sighed. There's no way that'll work, if it didn't the last two years he asked me to cover for him...anyway. Lane picked up his books, and looked at Sydney. What class are you going to?