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Posted: Oct 10 2017, 09:54 PM
There were few things Hepzibah was reliably early for that weren't his favourite classes. Sometimes he made a point of his timing but breakfast was always an exception no matter his mood or age. Among the family meals were as important as keeping the candles lit at night. His body had bordered on perpetually ravenous since toddlerhood, so it was after yet another long night of fit-less sleep and hormone fuelled dreams that he let himself be led by the stomach to the Great Hall. The consumption of food was a class all its own. It was normally in the cavernous hall over breakfast, food in one hand and wand in the other, that he finished getting ready for the day ahead.
With quick flicks of his wand as the first piece of toast disappeared into his mouth, he felt his shoelaces tighten enough to stop his boots falling off his feet and another flick had his socks rising just higher than the mouth of the waterproofed shoes. As the days grew colder and the dirt grew damper his socks grew thicker, and the charms to stop them getting soaked through grew stronger. Wiggling his toes to test the comfort his nod was self-satisfied as he tucked his wand into the waist band of his cropped trousers. Instead of using the wooden tip his short fingernails scratched his unshaven jaw - he had been cursed with fast growing hair since birth, but luckily it wasn't until puberty hit that the facial hair started. At his age if he didn't shave at least every second day he ended up with dark shadows and an annoying itch.
He might have grumbled at himself for thinking more of food than tidying his face if he hadn't been so hungry. Reaching for another piece of toast to butter, the knife rattled on the silver tray as something heavy landed on the table further down. It was then that he recognised the sound of thrashing wings as it doubled, tripled, and a bowl of roast pumpkin clanged as it was knocked to the floor; mail was arriving. His own position at the Hufflepuff table was (as usual) free of animal activity, and smiled in consolation when a younger boy across from him tried to coax an owl down with the piece of toast he'd been about to take for himself. Bribes were a nice concept but in the seventh years' presence their effectiveness was nil. Even his own owl detested him, a thick-bodied beast, large in a way that would make his family think it would be brave enough to deliver mail to him instead of just flying away like all the others; having talons the length of his fingers wasn't enough to convince it to land in front of him.
Jaw cupped in his hand as he watched the hopeless play in front of him then tilted his head to the side to see who was left at the table and getting packages of their own. After a few curious checks as others opened letters or boxes he choked on the last bite of his toast when he spotted the familiar brown mottling of his owl - yet again delivering his mail to someone else. "Damn bird. Don't open it," He lifted a hand to try and get the persons attention, unable to see them past the owls ignorant large wings, "If it looks like it's from family don't open it, the whole lot are basically drunk on ergot you'll probably lose a finger." Or it could be a finger in some form, either for the owl or for the fun of it. His guess wasn't always right, but as whole neither were his family.
Posted: Yesterday at 11:11 pm
Rainy days were her favourite, as it allowed Brianna to feel at peace in the Greenhouses she loved to spend as much time as possible in. Even with classes, she liked to visit her plants and make sure they had survived the long night, choosing to skip breakfast and go straight to class when the time came. It wasn't healthy by any means, but when you discovered that the kitchens were available by hilariously tickling a pear, the Hufflepuff usually carried enough snacks to feed her throughout the day. Today though, she had decided it was a good idea to make an appearance in the Great Hall and say hello to some of the friends she had made over her years at Hogwarts.
It wasn't that she hated their company, it was more she forgot they existed for moments at a time as the plants she loved dearly took over her life. By now, she was sure they understood what she was like and so she never worried that she would lose friends over it. Her true friends would always be there for her, just like she would be as all they had to do was follow the dirt splattered footsteps down to the Greenhouses in order to find her. Although some days she could be found covered head to toe in dirt, it didn't bother her as that's what magic was for. It was rather handy having a wand to help her cast a quick cleaning spell when she was done - if she remembered.
After greeting some people she knew as she drifted past, Bree settled down and started eating some cereal and started reading the tattered Herbology book she always carried around. Quickly, she was lost in in the book she knew by heart as she started thinking about some things she could do to her plant babies. She didn't notice that the hall had started filling up with the owls carrying posts of all sizes. After being at Hogwarts for six years, she had become accustomed to the messy ritual of Owls delivering post. One had to wonder why it was even allowed, as all it did was cause chaos. It was no wonder that some muggles thought Witches and Wizards to be strange, especially after she heard of the highly organised postal system that they used. Although not as fast, it seemed quite nifty having something delivered calmly to your doorstep.
She was pulled out of her thoughts as a bird landed right on her book, and startled she looked up to see it Zi's owl. She hadn't noticed that her friend was sitting quite near to her and she had to giggle at the owl desperately trying to get away from her friend. After all these years, it still made her giggle that animals seemed to avoid her Hufflepuff friend like the plague. "Shh now," she whispered to the owl as she tried to wrestle the package out of its hands. The owl calmed down considerably when it realised it was dealing with her. Bree had interacted with Zi's owl in the past and knew there was no way it would go near him, and as she finally pried the package out of its hands she patted the bird before handing the package to her friend, still giggling. "Still no luck with our feathery friends, huh?" She said with a twinkle in her eye. "Whatever would you do without me, Zi?" she said grinning, teasing her older friend.
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