Sept. 2, Breakfast [Slytherin Table]

[Jennie]

Whenever you're ready to pop in here for conversations or mail If you're occupied with other morning scenes, you don't have to come here. It's just out of convenience for everyone

[Orion Malfoy]

Despite being awake for several hours (and due in part to a very patchy sleep), Orion Malfoy sat quietly, his gaze focused entirely on his plate in front of him. The boy had been sitting listlessly for a while, occasionally raising his fork to struggle on a mouthful of eggs. His throat constricted horribly, resulting in a bizarre half-sneeze that sent the rejected eggs into a napkin the Slytherin had skillfully submitted before submitting to a coughing fit. The hum of sounds was very surreal, his head throbbed with an increasingly painful headache that had nothing to do with alcohol—he’d not touched a drop last night.

Of course, thinking of last night made a small scowl spread across his face. It was a dangerous line of thought to reminisce on the warm confusion and the disgusting feelings that he’d deciphered. It was enough to make him desire coffee, which he took another sip of with a barely-visible cringe. A low tingling ran down his extremities, contradicting well with the sharp pain of his head. The solitude outside earlier had almost been preferable, he thought angrily. He quickly countered himself, fresh waves of misery and distress surfacing when he recalled just what he’d considered when he was alone.

The fourth-year squeezed his eyes shut with a slight wince. On a very human level he desired to not be alone or left alone ever again. This whim could not be granted though, nor would he ever lose the foresight that prevented such childish honesty in him. When he'd taken his seat he'd been alone at the table, though he was not sure whether others had arrived yet. Most people giving way to their inane chatter he assumed had not been where he was last night. Sighing softly, his fingers ran over his temples in attempt to regain some semblance of cool indifference. Certainly, his face was slack now but in a very vague way not characteristic to Orion. Anyone who knew him would be able to sense he was troubled. The faintest smile twitched at the corner of his lips. Of course there were very few of those people, so he was safe.

The earthy smells from the grounds were still thick in his nostrils, which flared whenever it was evident beyond the smells of breakfast. The boy was hungry but the desire to eat didn't register within the confines of his mind. His leg cramped painfully, which he only reacted to with a slight wince. His lungs expanded rapidly, taking in a small gasp of stale air. The boy leaned over slightly as he reached for pancakes. Sitting up, he ran his hands over his hair to re-tie it before resuming his general stance. Today would be tackled in sections and currently, filling his twisting stomach was all that mattered.

[Albus Potter]

If he didn’t know what it looked like already, he would have assumed that the ceiling was mossy or mouldy. But having seen the stone ceiling before in plain, well-lit light, he knew that it was just the effect of a glamour on the ceiling. If it really was mossy or mouldy in this room, in the dorms, and in the Dungeons in general, many families, mostly Purebloods, would throw a fit. Never mind the House-elves.

Albus was lying on his bed, wearing his school robes and the bed he was on already made. He had returned to his dorms fairly early for a party night, and, well, earlier than Scorpius, though not the other boys in his dorm, and slept decently for the first night back to Hogwarts, even after all the excitement from the party and the walk a few hours before. But he had woken up before the crack of dawn, which was too early for his liking, and simply could not fall asleep again with all the thoughts running around in his head. The lack of sleep was also quite annoying.

As a solution, he had gotten up at 5 am (as the time was) and did his usual morning business: brushing and washing up, showering even, since he didn’t want to bother his dorm mates last night, getting dressed, and making the bed. He even wrote in his journal for the first time in a long time, but ended up burning the page of scribbled thoughts. It certainly helped clear his mind though, but by the end of his routine, it was almost six, which was pretty pathetic considering no one else was up, and he had done so many things this morning already.

Eventually he got bored at staring at the never-changing ceiling, and rolled out of bed, standing up straight and fixed his robes and the green sheets. This was boring, and it was only the first day of classes! Hopefully, his Head of House would give a decent schedule during breakfast…which was at least an hour away, to his immense disappointment. Severely annoyed at himself for waking at the horrifically early time, he opened his trunk as quietly as he could, and grabbed a random textbook out of his bag – it was ‘Flesh-Eating Trees of the World’, he noted with a frown. Well, he did need to brush up on his Herbology, even with Professor Longbottom as his teacher. Of his core courses, that was the lowest OWL he had received last year, an E.

Flipping open to a random chapter in the first half of the book, Albus intensively began to read about Snargaluffs, and the hour passed with a part-frown, part-grimace developing on his face. ‘We’re going to extract green pulsating things that about the size of a grapefruit? And this thing has pale green tubers that we have to collect from the inside? Eurgh,’ he made a face, closing the book softly. ‘I can’t believe Professor Longbottom would…Well, I suppose that the tubers are useful in Potions, but I have no idea what for.’

He cast a wordless and wandless tempus with his right hand, and sighed in relief as the charm showed that enough time had passed for him to not be one of the only students in the Great Hall. Putting the Herbology text back into his bag, he slung it over his shoulder and grabbed his wand off of the side table, leaving the dorm and the Common Room, walking quite calmly to breakfast. His stomach would protest that though, since the image of pale green tubers was a gross thing to have on his mind before breakfast. By the time he could smell the food from the Great Hall, Albus had already vowed never to read ‘Flesh-Eating Trees of the World’ before a meal ever again if he planned to eat said meal.

He entered the Hall with a slight frown marring his face, dropping into a seat on the bench closest to the door, and grabbed the jug of apple juice, pouring out the liquid into a tall glass. It was after he had a refreshing sip of the juice, punctuated with a delighted exhalation, did he notice that Orion was also at the table.

“Oh, morning Orion.” He looked at the boy, who seemed to look a bit off, before Albus remembered last night. “Did you have a good night’s sleep? I’m sorry for leaving you at the party like that last night, I got a little too uncomfortable with the environment and all. How are you this morning?” He inquired, genuinely curious at how the younger boy faired after he had made his faux pas and left the other so abruptly. Briefly, he wondered where Lily and Angelo were, and his posture relaxed a bit as he saw the other two students at their respective tables.

(OOC: Lengthy and choppy again. Excuse while I go work on my writing skills.)

[Orion Malfoy]

The male tensed visibly at Albus’s voice, partially due to surprise, being shocked from his dazed world of thought and hypothetical situations and the rest due to the sudden entrance of that voice his mind pinpointed easily without too much conscious thought. His mouth parted only to bite the inside of his cheeks, which sunk almost imperceptibly as Orion merely passed it as a vague attempt to swallow his mouthful of eggs. Turning, he dipped his head in acknowledgement as the corners of his lips raised in a slight and very fleeting smile. A small tingling rush ran through his extremities (which he did not much appreciate) as his tired eyes fixed on the other Slytherin though he had no outward reaction to it.
The fourth-year was relieved to see that Albus looked better, fresh, with no lingering sleepiness like he was sure many occupants of the Great Hall would show. Perhaps, unlike Orion, Albus managed to sort things out within his mind. Of course, he thought, he probably would not find its contents so unsettling as mine. Another rather sad smile found its way to his lips, displayed only for a moment before it flitted away, like his eyes that seemed to be scanning all of the area around the boy who had addressed him.

“Not too good.” He said slowly, as if choosing each word carefully. In truth, he felt like his brain had the consistency of molasses and words were swimming helplessly through it unable to connect with his thoughts. “I suppose the first night’s the most difficult, which doesn’t help when one of your roommates still has a problem with incessant snoring.” His tone had adopted a rather typical annoyed quality, though the statement was not true. Orion had perfected a silencing charm by his second year to deal with it and would not hesitate cursing him to be granted his beauty sleep. Green eyes fixed on Albus, some of his confidence returning.

“It’s not a problem.” The boy said, waving his hand dismissively. “I understand. I’m not a lap dog who needs constant attention.” Suddenly, a rather vivid image came to mind with his poor word choice. His eyes slid shut, his lips sealing and his effort on preventing his cheeks to colour. “T-thanks though, I’m glad you look better.” He divulged softly, his eyes opening and another complacent look passing over his pale face. It was unlike his usual of satisfaction or (on occasion) vindictive joy, but his cool exterior found its place and stopped his mental debate.

The last question piqued the interest of his rational mind, and a rush of sickness tugged at his stomach again. The headache had lessened but now demanded his attention as well. The pressure on his head nearly made him dizzy, and swelling memories of persistent loneliness and confusion pressed his mind. The entire night had been occupied by one thought, namely the one sitting near him, and the repercussions for having them. His stubborn mind was often able to focus on one thing and what was generally a benefit to him had easily condemned him to a rough night of sleep after further confusing dreams.

The wake-up, he remembered, had been the least pleasant. Another thoughtful look passed him, but Orion merely nodded. A strained ‘good’ passed his lips, and he paused as if considering that statement again. Not revising it, he nodded mostly to himself, his momentary pause in eye-contact indicating that. Finally, he turned to his fellow Slytherin, a vague searching look painted across his face. It was curiosity, but not bright or chipper as it should’ve been. “And yourself?”

ooc: Cynmia, I love your writing. It's interesting and length is never a problem. I'd rather have an excess of writing than a deficiency.

[Albus Potter]

The cool liquid felt nice going down his throat, he thought as he took another sip of the apple juice, his jugular muscles flexing as he swallowed the mouthful. The action was repeated when he served himself a fluffy pancake, doused lightly in syrup. Albus listened carefully to his companion speak about his own night after the Potter boy had departed, and the frown that had previously been on his face reappeared as Orion’s night had not been the best. He didn’t look that well either, Albus noted, and chewed thoughtfully on his next bite of the pancake.

Orion was acting like his usual self though, as the boy had complained of the snoring of his dormmates, but he had never done so in the three years that Albus had known him, except for the younger boy’s first year at Hogwarts. Was it a lie, then? He could not tell, as green orbs were looking at him rather intently, and the blond began to speak again.

It was strange to watch the other boy’s actions and listen to the words, the lips opening and closing and suddenly the eyelids shutting as if trying to concentrate. “If you say so, Orion.” Albus managed to say, his head cocked to one side as if trying to figure the other out, which he really was.

Was there something different? That was a silly question, and the dark-haired teen restrained the urge to shake his head in amusement at himself. There was always something different when it concerned Orion, really, especially if you looked at it from his point of view. Albus’ point of view? Potter’s point of view? Al’s or dare he think, Asp’s point of view? The relationship between the two boys was something interesting to look at, to be analyzed, since it was oh-so confusing, to the older boy at least. There was always something different, each time they interacted. Whose influence would that be? The older Malfoy brother, maybe.

And then Albus wondered briefly where Scorpius was – it wasn’t like him to sleep in so late, especially since they had class today. Not that it was late at all; it was still rather earlier, the rosy light of dawn shining in though the windows and the magical ceiling. When he had returned to the dorm last night, Scorpius hadn’t been in bed, and the Potter began to speculate where the older Malfoy could have gone to knock him out for so long. True, yesterday was tiring. But he redirected his train of thought as Orion returned his question, and green orbs rolled to look back at the boy.

“I’m quite fine this morning, actually, even with the lack of about two or so hours. But you don’t look so well; you’re paler than usual.” He had to crack a small grin at the last comment, since naturally all Malfoys were quite pale, but the younger boy looked a bit off-colour at the moment. “You look like you could use a Pepper-Up Potion; would you like to go to the Hospital Wing? I’m quite available to accompany you.” Albus said, setting down his silverware, ignoring the sound of light clattering the metal made against the porcelain of his breakfast plate, even with a half-eaten pancake resting at the centre.

(OOC: My thoughts have been shoved into a hand-turned meat grinder, and this is the result. xD But this in my opinion is better quality than the last. Still a lot of action, but better worded and not...scheduled. Thank you for the praise!)

[meow]

A boy with light brown hair and green eyes walked into the Great Hall. There was something about the way he looked, that at first glance, you would know that he is definetly a hell of a cocky bastard.

Flipping his bangs out of his eyes, he looked at the two Slytherin boys sitting at the table and gave them a curt nod. He didn't feel like talking to either of them, plus Albus wasn't his favortie person in the world.

Sitting down at the table now, he swung his feet under the table and leaned his elbow on the table looking around at the fod. He really wasn't hungry yet, but he didn't want to sit in the Slytherin common room all morning.

However sitting and listening to Albus and Orion talking, wasn't really any better. He had heard about the party in the Gryfindor common room the night before-it had spread around the school like wild fire- and he really didn't approve of his fellow classmates going. They were Slytherins for godsake!

Shacking his head in disapproval at the thought of them going,"Yes, you two ladys should go now, just listening to you two talk is enough to make me feel as though I have a hangover." He said, coldly. Aidan of course had no idea that Albus or Orion were gay, they just plainly annoyed him.

Rolling his eyes at the pair of them, he picked up an apple and took a bite. It was pretty big and was very crispy, but he wasn't really enjoying, it didn't stop him from taking another bite though. The sooner he got something in his belly and left, the better. He didn't want to hear people talking about the party that he had so rudely not been invited too.

Not that he cared....

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[Orion Malfoy]

Though his considerations on pride and appearances held, his strict values were falling in importance to the simpler desires. His physiological needs tugged on his mind, exacting a bizarre revenge on his confused mind. Orion's thumbs retreated to run over his pulsing temples again but he didn't find much solace in that action. Orion's eyes rose tiredly as he took in deep, ineffective breaths. His chest heaved and his nostrils flared and the idealistic and rational portions of his brain shut up. Some portion of him believed that he was not only up to tolerating the pain, but he had no right to venture to the hospital wing for such an injury.

The fourth year's fingers made a half-attempt at grabbing the fork again but a new wave of nausea made the digits falter before his fingers curled and the fist was drawn to his side. The boy's eyes shut against the mildly painful light for a few seconds before they fluttered open, the recent swell surprising Orion before it settled into the state it was in before. When his focus was returned to what was happening, he noticed his fellow Slytherin tipping his head to the side as if confused. A very vague portion of him found that pose appealing, watching the way his dark hair fell to the side with interest before he realised what he was doing and grimaced. The carelessness was far more difficult to control with a preoccupied mind.

Fortunately, Connors came, nodding his head and Orion's head turned to allow most of the expression to fall upon the newcomer. The boy didn't particularly know or care for him, so it was no significant loss. His attention returning to the person that addressed him, he felt a slight disappointment in the fact that his guise was weak today. On the other hand, his pained mind suggested, is it not something that he knows and seems to care? Malfoy gave a small critical look to the boy in mentioning his paleness, but his gaze and faux pout softened the look. Orion was not accustomed to joking, but he knew Albus, whom he'd known for years would understand.

A little sneer broke across his features as his line of comforting thought was interrupted, he knew who the voice belonged to. The moment of anger his face had betrayed softened to a tired look, one of superiority one might use in scolding a child. "As is this were your conversation to listen to in the first place..." He said clearly, his eyes focused on his reasonably full plate. It was not a strict insult to the older snake, but his tone was bored and equally cold. Several insults about nosy eavesdroppers fell to mind, but he seemed to know his part in the conversation was over. Orion certainly didn't mind. Anything that threaded from it would leave him rather vulnerable in his current state.

Orion's burst of anger pounded shyness from his mind and he turned to Albus, who seemed to be enjoying his meal. "I'd like that. The quality of company at this table has very suddenly lessened." He stated simply, and mildly selfishly as he pushed his plate away from him, moving and stepping away from the table in a quick motion. A particularly severe feeling of vertigo passed him, and the boy's arm shot out quickly to steady himself. As it passed he found himself breathing rather shallowly, but his blank face did not react to the rather frightening feeling. Instead he strode over to Albus, waiting, though a sudden pang of guilt struck him. He wasn't incapable, or a burden. Besides, if Albus went he would probably have to go to the hospital wing. "I can go ahead by myself if you don't want to go." He muttered lowly, those words for only Albus.

[Liam Rosier]

There was truly no use in being cooped up in the Slytherin Common Room, especially when there was breakfast to be eaten. He wouldn't have minded skipping his first day of classes in favor of finishing the book he was currently reading, but Luke had insisted that they should attempt to be social and go eat with their housemates. It was pointless to argue with Luke, as inevitably they would come to the same decision, so he gritted his teeth and readied himself for his return to the social scene of Hogwarts. It had never been his favorite aspect of the school, but he had tucked his book away in his bag, so if it became necessary, he could take it out and read it.

Yawning, he had beckoned to his brother, indicating that they should leave before the massive droves of people arrived, causing a disgusting commotion, but he had overslept, which meant that they would be treated to an "exciting" conversation filled with rude and petty comments (although most of them were true), and pointless observations that left Liam wondering if he and his brother were the only sane ones attending their school. Slytherin was supposed to be a smart house, but the moronic and naive statements made mostly by the younger students caused him to strongly doubt the quality of the students within his house. The older students were more respectable, in his opinion, but he was too young for them to respect him. In time, they would realize that he and his brother were certainly worth their attention, but pushing the issue with them seemed like a good excuse to be hexed. However, he trusted in his ability to win any duel, so if he had the chance, he would have no qualms against a fight to the death.

Luke was the more social one of the pair, more likeable, Liam presumed, but that had never been a problem for him. In his mind, he and his twin were practically the same person anyway, so his social gains fed into Liam's, and both of their academic gains were divided between the two of them. However, he was considered to be more 'reckless', known for his random hallway hexes and the Tripping Jinxes that had angered more than one teacher. It was his minor way of showing that he and Luke could be different, if necessary. Although in the end, he couldn't imagine being without Luke, and knew how much he needed him to make his life make any sort of sense.

The pair walked down to the Great Hall, engaging in mindless chatter about teachers and homework assignments until the doors swung open, and the overwhelming noise filled his ears. Clenching his jaw, he walked swiftly over to the Slytherin table, nodding a brief hello to the students already sitting there.

[Luke Rosier]

The twins had decided to go down to the Great Hall for breakfast, Luke thinking it was necessary that they ate well, and perhaps even make some conversation with their housemates. Liam had naturally ended up agreeing with him, which happened a lot. Had the older brother decided to remain, though, Luke would have stayed too undoubtedly. Perhaps sneaked off for some food, but that would've been it.

He followed his brother out the Common Room, thinking about the amount of annoying comments they'd get. Younger Slytherins were a pest, really. Luke thought that perhaps the hat was losing it's touch, because most of those kids seemed unworthy. He figured they could talk a bit with whomever they had social connections with. The younger twin always had more people willing to talk to him, though he never considered it so. Any interaction was always with both of them, no matter what, because the other twin would know in detail anyway. Luke wouldn't let that change for anything, Liam was his lifeline in a way.

Somehow, silences weren't common between them, so they found themselves in a random conversation as always as they arrived the Great Hall. The notorious chatter of the Hall made him cringe, and smile a bit. He liked being back at the castle, and he would get to know a lot of stuff on other people soon. But also, these people were quite annoying in their loud conversations and less than polite manners. He followed his older brother towards the Slytherin table and sat down, an empty space for his brother to his right. "Good Morning, gentleman." he greeted the other students at the table. It was him speaking for the pair of them, he thought, because they shared everything, anyway.

[Albus Potter]

Green eyes narrowed in worry for Orion and his faltering actions, the Potter restrained an urge to place a comforting hand on the shorter boy’s shoulder. They were interrupted of course, by a fellow Slytherin by the name of Aidan Connors. The Malfoy spoke coldly to the brunet that had joined them at the table, his words on offensive and Albus didn’t bother to reprimand him. The ‘ladies’ jibe wasn’t that far-fetched, but it was easy to see that Aidan didn’t suspect anything, and that he was just trying to aggravate them by throwing the words out. Which sort of worked, but Albus still spoke in a rather complacent tone of voice.

“It’s either that you have a hangover or not, Mr. Connors. But you must understand that you were the one bothering to listen in on us anyways, while you could have chosen to ignore us.” Not all Slytherins were friendly to each other; most of them had self-preservation as a background, but they did know House unity and protection of each other against the other three Houses when the House discrimination got too much. Contemplating the politics of his screwed up, inside-out House, he returned to finish off his pancake.

He watched out of the corner of his eye as Orion stood up from his seat, pushing his plate away from him. Then the boy swayed slightly and Albus quickly put down his utensils and prepared to steady the other, though the blond managed to regain himself. The Potter had to smile lightly as the boy spoke, saying that he could go to the Hospital Wing by himself, as if in order not to bother the dark-haired boy.

“I offered, but if you’re sure that you can make it without falling off the stairs, then you may go by yourself. I’m not your keeper – that job goes to Scorpius.” Albus smirked at the last sentence, though he was really trying hard not to be. Scorpius had quite the influence on him, he realized; he was getting protective of the younger Malfoy even though they weren’t that close, though the past evening was trying to prove that wrong. There was change in the air, really.

“Good morning, Messrs Rosier.” Albus nodded at the Rosier twins who had just walked in, before he turned back to finish speaking with Orion. “I was actually waiting for your brother to come join us at breakfast. He went off somewhere last night, as I’m quite sure you remember, and he wasn’t in the dorm when I got back. But he was sleeping quite soundly when I left.” He chuckled lightly; sleeping Malfoys were rather cute, tumbled around in blankets and mussed up hair. But as he turned his face upwards to look at Orion, his following blush was forcibly pushed down as he saw the similarities between the siblings. “Just remember to come back to get your schedule after you feel better, alright?” He coughed quietly to the side, glancing away, feeling mildly awkward.

[meow]

"Whatever..." Adian said to Albus in annoyance. Shifting his weight, he looked around the Great Hall trying to block out those around him. He didn't like the Potter at all. When they had all been sorted into different houses, he remembered the shock of hearing the sorting het say that a potter was going to be placed into Slytherin.

Snorting at Albus' greeting to that Rosier twin, he picked up his appled and took another huge bite into it. He would have just gotten up and walked off, but there wasn't really anywhere to go and he was not going to go to class early and besides, he needed his class schdule, he couldn't just go into a random class room.

Aidan flipped his hair to the side yet again, and took a drink of juice. This was definetly going to be a long day.

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ooc: Sorry this is so short....I'll try better next time.

[Orion Malfoy]

The boy's fist tightened around Albus's seat as it anchored him. His gaze was reduced to a squint and now he realised he'd have very little choice but to head to the hospital wing. His blond ponytail shifting past his shoulders as his head tipped distractedly to the side. Orion tensed as another bout of dizziness hit him but it was far better than the first. His distraction was rather helpful in that, he assumed. The persistent sun shone through the ceiling, the enchantment doing nothing to calm him. The fourth-year relaxed noticeably as Albus spoke, partially due to stern words not directed toward him.

Orion vaguely contemplated pressing the issue of rudeness--the Malfoy image was not one to be tarnished but over such a simple insult the pursuit wasn't really worthwhile. Besides, this trip would surely impede getting his schedule on time and he didn't particularly need any more irritants in his day. A smirk spread across his face until he noted two more occupants of their table. Nodding respectfully in return to the first Rosier, he turned to the second. The boy carried a semi-respectful look, the best he could currently hold. He assumed the speaking one was Luke. Orion resumed his standing position, holding a rather stiff and formal stance until they sat.

A slight frown creased his brow as he heard Albus speaking of his brother, not at disappointment for his suddenly lonely trip but curiosity and slight bit of concern for his brother. The corners of his lips twinged in a slight smile as Albus's cough drew his attention back to him, sealing together as he examined the older Slytherin's face before he turned. Green eyes fixed on his shoes for a moment, his head swimming with thoughts he'd rather not linger upon. Orion nodded, not quite remembering Albus had turned before he offered a quiet and quick, "Yeah." Connors forced up some uninteresting response, but the Malfoy found himself quite beyond that with the new arrivals. He paused a moment before offering the pair his gaze.

"Good morning," He agreed rather distantly, "However I've been caught at an odd time--I need to make a little trip before most of the general populace clog the halls." Part of his voice betrayed his understandable displeasure as he tipped his head in another little nod to the table before striding off, grateful for his temporary stability as he walked out of the Great Hall.

[Liam Rosier]

Liam sighed, wondering why there was even a point in going down to breakfast. It was clear that the students already there were immersed in their own conversation, except for Aidan, who just seemed to be aggravating the entire table. Silence seemed to be the best alternative, especially when Luke was more involved in the conversation. It was sometimes easier when Luke was the conversationalist, as Liam seemed to be more adept at getting the duo in large amounts of trouble. Liam preferred to be away from the crowds, mostly because he usually ended up "accidentally" tripping someone and getting detention.

Looking over at a group of innocent looking Hufflepuffs, he scowled, mumbling a charm under his breath, and watching with a satisfied smirk as each student had their shoelaces tied together. They seemed to be the easiest students to break, whereas the large clump of gossiping Gryffindors and the extremely boring Ravenclaws...just looking at them made him feel exhausted.

Turning to Luke, he quietly muttered, "Look at the Hufflepuff's shoes...this is going to be priceless." With a short chuckle, he grabbed himself a large amount of eggs, and began to eat them with gusto, finding himself ridiculously pleased by his wrongdoing. It wasn't as if this could easily be traced to him, and if it did, he would deny it.

Glancing around at the other Slytherins, he felt slightly emboldened by the fact that he had begun his usual routine of mayhem. As the Malfoy boy left the table, he spoke up, slightly shocked by the sound of his own voice, "So, it seems like the Slytherins aren't in their finest form today. Everyone must be off doing something else." A part of him yearned to be with the older students, who clearly were up to some sort of an awe-inspiring plot. But they had never taken any interest in him, and he had no intention of making his actual emotions clear to them.

[Luke Rosier]

Luke smiled politely at both Albus Potter and the youngest son of Malfoy after their greetings, he knew Liam wouldn't be interested in social conversation anyway, so he took the role upon himself, something he actually kind of liked anyway. "How are you this morning? I expect you had fun last night, I heard you were invited to the Lion's den?" he asked, a small smirk on his lips at having information that most at the table wouldn't know of.

Orion had left the table with little more than a nod their way, which annoyed Luke slightly, the lack of attention upsetting him. Connors, an older, more annoying student didn't even turn a glance towards the twins, also upsetting Luke. At the sound of his brother's voice, he turned towards the Hufflepuff table, laughing lightly. "I adore what you've done there, Liam. Quick and sly as always." he said, smiling brightly. He thought a small explosion from their breakfast would be fun, but that might give them away, and Luke wasn't the one to get in trouble that obviously, anyway.

"Guess not, brother. I'm kind of looking forward to see what's been boiling up, though." he said, his eyes returning to his brother, quite happy to hear his voice, as usual. heir older housemates would surely be planning something in which they'd like to participate, but they weren't really interested in the pair of twins. They were either too young, too soft, or too obsessive... Something like that, he imagined. He put some food on his plate, starting on his breakfast, drinking some tea with it.

[Albus Potter]

Turning his head to ignore Aidan and his remarks, Albus pensively watched Orion walk away, and sighed as he tried to figure out what was going on inside his head. People who were not you were confusing to figure out in the first place, but to understand your own self…it was even more of a challenge, especially in a situation like this. What was this, really? Ballroom dance steps that he could never remember, no matter how he looked at it? A Charms theory proposed by a drunken fool?

He was a drunken fool, really. He had no idea what he was thinking right now, and it was only the second day of school. Social relationships were so complicated, especially if you don’t know the other person well, you have no clue what they are thinking and they you. And some of the time when this happens, you want to say something you don’t usually say, you want to say something meaningful. Something worth listening to and not your usual dribble of flirtatious words or friendly exchanges. Bewildered, Albus shook his head harshly, his dark hair whipping around his face. This was making no sense.

He returned to his breakfast, taking what he tried to make a calm sip of apple juice, but he was startled as the Rosier twins got up and left the table. He watched as they asked Professor Slughorn for their schedules, and he mused that he should be doing so as well. Indeed, he did not want to be stuck here with only the Connors boy for company, and thus the Sixth Year pushed his cutlery, cleaned plate, and empty glass away from his seat, getting up in the process. Dipping his head at the boy who was drinking his own juice, he walked away from the table, and went to fetch his schedule, school bag slung over his shoulder.

‘AARD? They combined the three Divination subjects…the North Tower classroom too. They must have finally bumped off Trelawney.’ he pondered as he stood next to his Head of House, scanning the paper that was in his hands. True, he had been required to buy all three set of textbooks this year, but he had done that every year since his Third, and this combination was a surprise. Albus wondered if his dad knew about it; at that thought, he wondered if the rest of the family knew. Well, he supposed it was time to find out.

And get caught up with what happened to them last night, since some of the Gryffindors had seemed rather down this morning, from what he could see across the Hall. Of course, some looked quite happy, so obviously there was going to be a lot of gossiping he was going to hear about today. He might even find some things in the Hogwarts Tattler in the next couple of days. The boy headed towards the somewhat crowded Lion’s table, schedule held out in one hand, flapping away rather noisily.

(OOC: Is this what you would call waffling? I can't believe I produced exactly 500 words of mostly BS, just to get to the Gryff table. -is proud-)