The Great Hall

[Varda]

"Yes, of course," said Natalie as she covered her head with her hands.

[Captain Jack]

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Name: Angus MacDouhty

Age: 535 years

Defense against the dark arts teacher

An actual teacher who was teaching in his native Scotland before his good friend Dubledor asked him to come to the school.

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Angus walked over to the children and looked at them
"Celeste, aren't you at the wrong table? go on back to your seat." He said with authority. Turning his attention to the two young Gryfindors and said with a warm smile, "Now you two lassies try to stay out of trouble."

[Romala]

"You." She stopped and smirked. "Ha. YOu idiotic Gryffindors arent even worth my time. OH yes, I'm just bloodthirsty and would give anything to be able to kill you right now." She said sarcastically, turning her back on them and walking back to her table, laughing quietly to herself. AS soon as Celeste sat down, she took out her wand and cleaned herself off, before moving down to the end of the table, where the quidditch captian sat. The only place she felt like she belonged was on the quidditch field, frantically looking for the small, walnut sized snitch.

[Varda]

Natalie smiled at Proffessor MacDouhty. "Thanks," she whispered, giving Celeste a dirty look.

[Anac Su-namun]

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Name: Poppy Deathscent

Age: 17

House: Slytherin

Year: lower 6th

History: Her father is an unspeakable in the ministry of magic. Her mother is an auror. They were suspected of involvement with Lord Voldemort, but there was never any real proof. She is a good friend of Draco Malfoys¡¯. Her hatred of Harry Potter stems from her general hatred of muggles and all that are not pure bloods. Her favourite subjects are Potions, which she excels in, transfiguration, and arithmancy.
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Tha pale faced girl wrinkled her nose as she swept past a group of Gryfindor first years on the strairs and resisted the urge to hex them all, she had just learnt a particularly nice hex involving sprouting large carrots from your nostrils, that would teach the nasty little mud bloods.

Entering the great hall, she spied Celeste talking to some Gryfindors. Uh-oh! she thought panicked, they were looking for an excuse to expel her after the incident with her sister. She quickened her pace and arrived at her freinds shoulder jsut in time to hear Professor MacDouhty make her back down.

"What was that about?" she quietly asked Celeste as they headed back to their own table.

Sorry, couldn't resist!

~Varda

[Varda]

Natalie quickly finished up her breakfast, every once in a while fertively looking over her shoulder at the Slytherins.

[Romala]

"OH, the usual. People not minding thier own businesses and me having to shut them up." She cast a dirty look towards the Gryffindors, yet her icy look softened as her gaze went over David. Quickly looking back at Poppy, she sat down next to Phillippe Smith, the qidditch captian. "ANd stuff about my sister. I hate them." Celeste said out of pure spite. "All of them, all of those nosy little Gryffindors." Yet she knew it wasnt true, not at all.

OOCC: yay, she has a friend.!

[Anac Su-namun]

"Yea nasty little mud bloods!" She snarled as she sat down on Celeste's other side, and looked at her timetable with one hand while spooning porridge into her mouth with the other.

She swallowed, "Noooo!" she moaned "I have arithmancy with Gryffindors next period for a whole hour! I can't bear ot be stuck in a room with that mudblood no-it-all Granger!" she said angriyl stuffing her timetable back in her bag as the owl mail flew in over head.

Circe, Poppy's large eagle owl, landed infront of her and held out her leg with a dignified hoot. It was a letter from her parents, the usual rubbish. Everythings fine balh blah blah work hard blah blah blah, something exciting. Now this caught her attention!