START OF TERM FEAST!

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Ahh, the good old Start of Term Feast. As you all know, this is a long-standing tradition, which has been an important part of every single student's life. Beginning with the infamous Sorting Ceremony, the atmosphere is set to an intense scale as everybody waits for the new students to be assigned to their new Houses. Students wait with anticipation, maybe to find out who will join their table, but most likely because they are salivating at the thought of getting to the good part... The food.

After a small welcoming speech from Professor McGonagall, the four giant tables magically fill up with food beyond your wildest imagination, specially prepared by the House Elves in the kitchens below. Equivalent to a five course meal, there are plates and goblets and bowls overflowing with meat and gravy, vegetables, potatoes, bread, butter, puddings, cakes, ice cream, juice, and more!

You're obviously eager to fill your boots, so come on in, take a seat, and stuff yourself silly!

[PHOEBE RAYNE]

Phoebe had eaten a particularly large lunch earlier with the rest of her family, but the thought of the feast still made her stomach churn in the best of ways. Swathed in her black school robes, with the yellow Hufflepuff accents, she watched with a smile on her face as the first years were sorted into their new houses. It was one of her favourite things about the start of term feast. She loved watching the nervous, excited faces of the kids as they wondered what horrible torturous things were in store for them.

Greeting a new girl, who had took an empty seat just down the row from her, Phoebe felt a little sorry for her. She was so small and innocent looking. Had Phoebe once looked like that to the older kids when she was new? She couldn't imagine it, really. So strange was the idea, that she spent the majority of Professor McGonagall's speech pondering it, and missed most of what was said, only snapping out of it when food started to appear in front of her.

Her blue eyes widened with glee as the platters directly before her filled with piles of piping hot lamb, and chicken, bowls full of potatoes next to it, and a steaming mug of gravy. She hadn't expected a mini roast dinner to land right in front of her tonight - a part of her had hoped there would be shepherd's pie somewhere, but those potatoes looked mighty fine. Hesitating, she leaned up in her seat a little, scanning down the tale to see what else was on offer. Sure, enough, there was shepherd's pie, and boiled potatoes dripping in butter, and what looked like a giant vat of some sort of stew. 'Oh, dear lord, I'm gonna be the size of a house after this,' she fretted, chewing her lip indecisively.

Glancing around to check what everyone else was doing, she decided to go with her cravings, and nudged the person next to her. "Could you pass me some of that shepherd's pie, please?" she asked, pointing down the table. The pie was just within reach of her neighbour, and was just screaming to be devoured whole. She poured herself some lemonade in a bid to distract herself while she waited.

[MOLLY WEASLEY]

when you sit there addressing, counting your blessings,

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Molly was the first of her friends to arrive in the great hall and she'd saved them seats. People had sat to the left of her but her friends were to the right and opposite so she was okay with that, besides, for the most part they were going to have to be sitting silence and then they'd be eating, she didn't get what the big deal was with having to sit with one another, but she did it anyway.

The sorting and speech was boring as usual and once it was over, the two boys next to her decided they wanted to talk to her friends so rather than sitting there with a conversation going on over them, Molly decided to let the two boys move up a space and she'd move down two places. Those were probably the boys her friends had been talking about on the train that they'd been in contact with over the summer. Molly didn't get what the big deal was about them, they were both fifth years and so Molly figured they were probably even more immature than a sixth year guy, why would a girl want that? molly had no clue, but she stared adding food to her new plate. Roast potatoes, mashed sweet potato, a bit of nicely roasted chicken, carrots, green beans and topped off with plenty of gravy. Molly really wasn't one to watch what she was eating. She enjoyed food. She didn't know how she wasn't the size of a house but she put it down to good genetics and a fast metabolism.

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Listening To: The Lost Children||Michael Jackson
Outfit: Click me

[ROUX L'AMOUR]

Roux was raring to go when the food finally appeared on the tables, eagerly scouring through the plates and bowls of all sorts of figure out what he wanted most. His friends were all chatting and swapping seats with each other all around him, but Roux paid them no mind. Swapping seats was not an uncommon occurrence at this sort of event, or at least, it hadn't been since he had been at Hogwarts, he wasn't really sure about anything before that.

Pulling a few yorkshire puddings onto his plate, he piled up potatoes and broccoli, cauliflower, peas, roast beef and a few slices of pork. Yes... he was hungry. Drowning it all in gravy, he popped a whole potato in his mouth, savouring the delicious taste, only to be disappointed after about fifteen seconds when it was gone. Deciding he had better take his time with the rest of his food - though it was unlikely he would run out, given the mass amounts surrounding him - he cut up the rest, taking small, polite bites, even though he really just wanted to pick it up with his fingers and shovel it into his mouth. How pesky manners could be, sometimes.

A flash of red caught his attention a little further down the Gryffindor table, and Roux leaned forwards, peering past his friends to get a better look. He couldn't help the grin that spread across his face as he found what he was looking for. Molly. The girl from Madam Malkin's was sitting maybe twenty seats down from him, eating and being generally quiet. Well, he couldn't have that. Though she obviously had friends to talk to, they didn't really seem to be interacting with her, or she with them, so Roux took it upon himself to fix things.

Grabbing his plate, he stood up and made his way down the table, sliding onto the bench next to her as stealthily as possible, as though he were just sitting down to eat, with no clue of who was next to him. "Could you pass me the gravy, please?" he asked her as he continued to work his way through his vegetables. He wondered how long it would take her to realize he was there, and how long after that it would be until she started to get embarrassed and ramble. He hoped she wouldn't make him wait too long. He found her particularly adorable when she rambled.

[MOLLY WEASLEY]

pills and thrills and daffodils will kill,

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Many hungry students started into their meals and Molly was one of them. There was nothing like that first bite at the start of term feast, everything else paled in comparison. The elves really did do a fantastic job year after year, providing them all with the most scrumptious of foods to choose from. When you were concentrating on filling yourself with food, who was around you didn't really seem to matter, conversations would probably be had on the way back to the common room and all night in the dorms. Or at least the girls dorms where they tended to spend a lot of their first night chattering away about the summer holidays, and Molly was no exception. One would think a girl would have done all her chattering on the train, but no, girls could go on for days if they were left to it.

There was some more shuffling about again that Molly hadn't caused this time but she literally paid it no attention. As long as she wasn't bumped or nudged then she didn't have any reason to interact with anyone, besides, she'd be able to get a look at whomever it was she was sat next to between mains and desserts. She was sort of listening to her friends flirting with the fifth year boys. Merlin they were daft, but the fifth years had no clue, they probably just thought it was really cool that sixth year girls were interested in them. Yeah, well Molly wasn't.

Hearing someone ask for the gravy, Molly quickly shoved half a potato into her mouth, still hungry as hell and wanting to fill up as well as enjoy the food. A little bit of gravy dripped from her mouth and onto her chin but she reached for the gravy and passed it to the guy next to her, turning to face him a little as she did, only to find it was Roux, the guy from Madam Malkin's, the guy she'd made herself look a fool in front of. he had not been there before. Had he moved to sit there or had someone moved away from her because she was so repulsive when she ate? Molly was thinking the latter but hoping for the first.

"Ohmmm." Molly placed the gravy down on the table and quickly started chewing her potato while reaching for a napkin and trying to wipe the gravy off her chin, only to make it worse by smearing it. Almost instantly Molly's cheeks started to redden and she placed her napkin beside her. When she'd finished her potato she quickly reached for her goblet of water a took a big mouthful followed by another, a little water dribling down her chin, She placed her goblet down in a rush and grabbed her napkin, but accidentally spilled her goblet of water on the table. "Oh god, I'm so sorry." She said to people around and she started dabbing up the mess with her napkin though there really was too much water for just one napkin.

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Listening To: Let's go Crazy||Prince
Outfit: Click me

[DELILAH EVERETT]

Food wasn't something that Delilah usually looked forward to. She did however enjoy mealtime, for everyone sat down together and chatted with one another. There was nothing in particular she looked forward to hearing or listening to, it was just that she enjoyed spending time with those she cared about. She supposed on some level, she must have just been slightly homesick and trying to make up for it by surrounding herself with friends. After a summer of being coddled and babied by your parents, and you'd be homesick too. Although her friends had promised to save her a seat at the feast, Delilah had been in one of the last carriages to arrive and she found no spots near her ground. No matter, she found a seat along the Gryffindor table among a few other students that she guessed to be around her age.

The sorting had been dull as usual. None of the students came in soaking wet so she assumed none of them had fall in the lake this year. She chatted quietly with those around her about how the new Gryffindors looked promising, and questioning out loud if they had really all been that tiny when they first arrived at Hogwarts too. She found herself scanning the other house tables looking for familiar and friendly faces. It wasn't odd to find Dee off at a different House table during meal times, but she figured she better keep with loyalty to Gryffindor at least for the opening feast.

It was the September 1st feast, and even Delilah had to admit that this year's dishes looked amazingly scrumptious. She filled her plate rather full for her, and had to remind herself to not inhale all her food at once. A redhead a few seats over spilled her goblet of water all over the table but those around her seemed to have it under control so the brunette didn't bother helping out. Besides, she had this scrumptious pile of perogies to work through and chatter about one girl's trip to Egypt to listen to.

[ROUX L'AMOUR]

She was comical. I was the only word he could think of to describe Molly. Staring at him, wide-eyed, with a mouth full of potato and a chin full of gravy, she proceeded to slop water down herself, and knock over her goblet, causing a mini flood on the table in front of them. Unable to really do anything, he sat and stared at her for a few seconds, his mind trying to process how a person could be so clumsy, or "flappy" or whatever you wanted to call it. Roux himself, was quite a together person, so it was hard for him to understand. Hard, but fascinating.

Grabbing his own napkin, and a few spares from the table, he threw them onto the small lake that had swallowed up Molly's own napkin, nose crinkling as he watched them turn into a pile of soggy mess. Well, at least they seemed to do the trick. The lake was considerably smaller now. Shaking his head infinitesimally, he gave Molly an unintentionally incredulous look. "It's ok," he told her. "No need to panic, it's just me. Your stalker." Maybe joking would make her more comfortable.

Or maybe it would make it harder for him to not laugh, like he so badly wanted to. And to make things worse, she still had gravy smeared on her face. Trying not to look at it, he turned back to his own food as he spoke. "Ahh, you have a little something..." he poked at his own face, hoping she would get it without him having to point it out directly. Popping a piece of broccoli into his mouth, he said no more, and left Molly to compose herself.

[JOHNNY TOWNSEND]

Johnny had already eaten a sinful amount in a shockingly short time span, but the thing he really wanted sat a little further down the table, way out of his reach. A huge plate of chocolate fudge cake sat glistening with outrageous amounts of chocolate cream on it, and Johnny had to have it. It was unusual for him to crave such a thing, but it called to him like none of the other deserts could. Finally admitting defeat, he got up from his seat, and strolled down the Gryffindor table.

Oh, how perfect. A few seats down from the cake, sat that Molly girl from the carriage. You know, the one who didn't want anything to do with him and refused to accept that he was a nice guy. He watched as she knocked her drink over, and one of the foreign exchange guys, Roux - who was pretty cool in Johnny,s opinion - started to help her mop it up. He had spotted it. His first opportunity to do magic in over a month. Grabbing it with both hands, he whipped his wand out of his pocket and pointed it at the spill as he walked by, trying out the spell in his mind that would dry the mess up. To his great delight and satisfaction, it worked! The table, and the napkins, were bone dry in an instant, and Johnny gave himself a mental pat on the back. He had been practicing silent spells during the end of his last term in school, and was getting quite good at it.

Giving Molly a meaningful look, he turned away from her, and took a seat opposite Delilah Everett, who was always good company, and had the great luck to be sat by the chocolate fudge cake. "Hey there, Delilah," he quipped, quoting a lyric from an old Muggle song that his parents used to love. He gave her a smile before pointing to the cake. "This thing drew me in like a magnet," he told her. "I hope you don't mind if I eat the whole thing." With a wicked glint in his eyes, he grabbed a small plate, and a knife, and cut himself a slice that would have fed at least three people. He knew his eyes were bigger than his belly in this instance, but didn't much care. He wanted it, so why the hell not? Unable to locate a fork or a spoon, he went for it, and picked the cake up, his fingers sinking into the moist chocolate, and took a huge bite, trying not to get it all over his face, but not really caring either way. Jesus, it was good!

[MOLLY WEASLEY]

wish i may, wish i might, have this i wish tonight,

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Molly couldn't believe what a mess she had made and not just of the table, she'd made a complete and utter mess of her reputation, not that she had much of one to start with but it felt as though what little reputation she had was now shattered. Not only was that a bad thing by itself but she was now sure that any sort of relationship with Roux, be it friendship or more, was completely out of the window. How could she get so nervous around him? It was sill. He was just a guy, just one guy that she knew nothing about apart from the fact that he was funny but she was too incapacitated to notice. She was such a clown and not even on purpose.

Roux was apparently helpful too, she thought as he started helping her clean up the mess she had created and then everything was gone. Molly looked about and she saw Johnny walking past, looking at her, those eyes of his just momentarily paralysing her through a mixture of emotions she really didn't understand entirely. She just wanted to hate him. He was rude and annoying and rude and to top it off a bit of a know-it-all. Merlin he was irritable.

Quickly she turned away from looking at Johnny who had walked past and sat himself with Delilah and looked back to Roux. He seemed to think she had something on her chin and so quickly she grabbed a new napkin and started wiping it across her chin until she thought it was all gone. From the looks of her napkin she figured it was gravy and decided that she was ready to die now. She'd suffered through enough embarrassment and was ready to move onto the next life. Surely there wouldn't be any suffering there for her, would there?

"Thanks." She said, unsure if that was entirely the correct thing to say, after all she'd barely been able to speak to him let alone thank him for something. Still she was beginning to feel a little more settled. She's managed to get out a word and nothing chaotic had happened in the past ten seconds so things were looking up, or so she hoped.

"Were you ... I mean you weren't before, did you move to sit here?" She asked, her sentences a little broken, her mind changing fast as she began to spoke, but she managed to get out a question asking Roux if he'd moved seats. Hopefully no one else around them would pay her any more attention, she'd caused enough commotion for one evening and she'd probably embarrass herself even more in front of Roux so she didn't need an audience. Knowing her luck though, Roux probably moved so that he could talk to his friend opposite or on his other side or moved to get to some food. She hoped he'd moved to sit with her but she wasn't going to hold her breath, she was clumsy and terrible when it came to articulating herself. Half the beasts in the forbidden forest would probably have more luck with him than she.

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Listening To: King Nothing||Metallica
Outfit: Click me

[ROUX L'AMOUR]

Roux smiled at Molly as she finally managed to string a sentence together, asking him if he'd been sitting beside her all along. Well, it would be fun to lie, and pretend he had been, but the truth would be so much more satisfying to him. Taking a minute to sip his glass of Pumpkin Juice, he finally gave a one-shouldered shrug.

"I thought you might like some company," he told her, "and sitting here is already a whole lot more interesting than sitting down there listening to my friends talk about Quidditch and Football." He laughed, glancing at her plate. She seemed to have stopped eating for the time being, and he couldn't help but wonder if it was because of him. "Is your food nice?" he asked, polishing the last few scraps from his own plate and glancing around at the desserts. "Don't let me keep you from eating," he said, casually,"I'll still be here when you have finished."

With a cheeky wink that he hoped would make her blush, Roux grabbed a dish of apple crumble and poured the most heavenly looking custard on top of it, almost drooling at the prospect of eating it. "If you're quick, you might be able to get some of that chocolate cake before Johnny eats the whole thing to himself," he said, unable to help but notice Johnny Townsend shoveling spoonfuls of cake into his mouth at high speeds. Following suit, Roux scooped up a giant forkful of apple crumble and just about managed to fit it into his mouth.