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 Table Tagging Anyone Wendy Sees Remus, Severus. Time Tuesday September 5, 2073 Morning. There was certainly a strong physical attraction that drew him towards her, and it helped her distinguish herself from all the others. There was just something mysterious about her, the way she talked to him almost edged and intrigued him into following what she told him. It worked before, and brought him inside to ditch the person he was waiting for after all. He got what he wanted, and she seemed to understand that yet...making him come after it. It was a quality he didn't find in too many people here, and it stood out. The thrill of the chase, as it was. Let's say I agree, and come down to the cove. He paused, placing his elbow on the table raising his upper arm and leaning into his palm. Not too many of your...colleagues will be to impressed with you stealing me away like that. Especially the one that's about to walk through the door in a second. Can you handle all that pressure? The moment he finished his sentence, the stomping of heels echoed through the hall as a slender, dark haired woman made her way towards the Slytherin table. Her eyes were glaring as she stomped her way towards the pair. As she stopped before them, she placed her eyes on Lucius and instantly her expression softened. Lucius darling, you were supposed to be waiting for me Her voice overly sweet, high pitched and did more than annoy him than grab his attention. Lucius turned his head, taking the smirk away from Wendy's eyes as he looked at Minerva. You were late, I got occupied doing something else. Just like that, Minerva's attention shifted to Wendy and the snarly look returned, eying the girl up and down. You ditched me for... her ? 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. The twins' attention was stolen by the pair of girls that sat across from them and especially the one that dared to speak. They were both gorgeous and that was all the more reason for the twins' attention to be stolen and locked upon them. Marrick couldn't help but flash a small grin, despite the person the question was being directed to was Lane. So, Lane leaned forward and so did Marrick. Their eyes were locked upon Sydney, though Marrick's eyes would dart occasionally to the red-headed woman who seemed a little affected by the insult. Lane flashed a handsome smile at the blonde, his lips opening to speak. We've done worse, trust me. I'll even share a secret. He looked around dramatically for a moment, just to steal another giggle from them. It wasn't an accident when the prefect's bathroom got infested with Gargoyles. Just like that, he flashed her wink and leaned back lightly. He grabbed an apple and tossed it from hand to hand casually, his eyes not leaving Sydney's. Marrick finally leaned forward enough and placed his hands on the table, his attention set on the red-haired girl. Besides, us Muggle-Borns have got to make it clear that this 'Mudblood' insult is totally last century. We wouldn't want someone so beautiful to have their feelings hurt, no? He flashed a teasing smile, his fingers drumming the table. My name is Merrick, this is brother Lane.