Ravenclaw Seating

[mattias]

City of the dead
At the end of another lost highway
Signs misleading to nowhere
City of the damned

Eyes glanced around the surroundings. Same old place. Same old people. A smile crossed the face of Mattias Leonhart, as the mere First Year padded slowly towards his table. The Ravenclaw table. It seemed, that he was only the first to sit before it today. Others had not arrived, or had been here even earlier than himself. The clock had only just struck Seven, and he knew full well classes would begin soon. It was always him to full himself up, before a entire day of endless classes. They were fun, dear Mattias had to ammit that. The numerous lectures, or the practicals they performed, excited Mister Leonhart. Ravie smiled simply at the thought.

Mattias looked at the empty plate. Nothing. It was up to him, to serve himself breakfast. Just as he had been doing for the past month, or so. Ravie grabbed handfuls of this, and handfuls of that. He arranged pieces on his plate neatly, like everything else which was assosiated with him. At that moment, a Slytherin barged shoulders with him, which caused him to spin round at the sight of him. "Excuse me," Mattias mumered, then realising the boy was much older than him. Quickly, he turned round once more, again arranging things on his plate, and hoping deeply to himself the boy had ski-daddled off to be with his own 'slytherin' friends. Evil, as he called them.

[ooc; indeed, this is a short post, but im having a bad day. they will become longer as time goes on]

[maryclarke]

Mary Clarke walked into the Great Hall and made her way to the Ravenclaw Table. She saw another Ravenclaw boy, a first year like herself, get pushed by an older Slytherin into the table. She saw a flicker of fear enter the boy's eyes and then it vanished, as fast as it had came. After the older boy passed, his eyes glaring into hers but she did not flinch, she made her way to the boy who was seating himself back down again. Mary sat down next to him, grabbed a small sandwich and bit into it, savoring the taste. She wiped her mouth on a napkin and looked at the boy, his blond hair shining in the sun.

"Don't listen to them, we're way better than those low-life's. They have no life anyway" Mary said to the blond boy.

[desmond]

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[mattias]

Am I here or am I there
Or am I playing on the stairs
Am I in my room with my toys
I am the disappearing boy

Yes. Mattias hadn't yet expected to be joined by others this time in the morning. It was normally only himself, never others. First, a girl sat beside him. Just as he was, a First Year. The Blonde Boy, turned to her, hearing her comment on, what he assumed, the Slytherins. Mattias merely chuckled, and of course agreeing with her. "Your right. Nothing more than low-lifes. I sometimes wonder if they have any nice-ness inside of him." Not all Slytherin's were bad; and since he knew one, he knew that they could be nice. But others were crude, and awful to those around them. Especially those who weren't Pureblooded. And Muggle-Borns had it even worse. Having heard the disgusting names they called them, he could not help but feel extremeley ill afterwards.

"My name is Mattias Leonhart, and who is it that I have the pleasure of meeting?" The question came from the tip of his tongue. It was something that he found, he always said. The same words as each person came into his life. A smile burnt on his glowing face, as he again munched on the glorious thing which was Buttered Toast. It taste so incredibly creamy within his mouth, giving his taste buds something positive to shout about.

The two were then joined by another, this time a young boy, who sat beside young Mattias. "Indeed. I normally find myself being the only one down here, but thankfully today I have some company." And of course, he was talking of the young Ravenclaw boy and girl, who were First Years, he believed. With thoughts of dearest Katie, he listened to him, as he introduced himself to both Mattias and the girl. His name was Desmond, and his name seemed to be one that had never one reached his ears. "A pleasure Desmond. My name is Mattias. Mattias Leonhart." It had been then, that he had picked up on the Irish accent which Desmond spoke in. Irishmen were those who he could say, he admired. They were lovely chaps, and always kind to those that they met. That was what he had found, with the Irish people he had, had the pleasure of meeting, which had been many.

Now again talking. "Any good classes today?"

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[maryclarke]

Mary Clarke saw the boy chuckle at her statement, his laughter rang in the greatness of the Hall. She to laughed along with him, enjoying the moment and she started to listened to him talk. He smiled and introduced himself as Mattias Leonhart, and she nodded in a gesture of politeness. "My name is Mary Clarke. You have a very nice name Mattias." She told him, being as formal as she could.

Then another person came and introduced himself as Desmond O'Sullivan, obviously Irish by the sound of his accent. "Nice to meet you Desmond, I'm Mary Clarke. By the way, I really like the accent. You're Irish, am I right?" Mary asked the nice first year, hoping to confirm her inference.

Mary nodded at Mattias's statement, moving the conversation back along. "Yes, I believe I have Charms and Herbology. I might have others, I have to check my schedule again."

[mattias]

Where did I go wrong, I lost a friend
Somewhere along in the bitterness
And I would have stayed up with you all night
Had I known how to save a life

>> My name is Mary Clarke.

Her name, was of course magnificent. It was the first 'Mary' he had met in this rather large school. "Your name is very nice too Mary. Such elegance," he smiled, trying to be polite as always. It was natural for him to speak so softly, and speak so quietly. Never once had he spoken out of line, nor said anything he would regret. Ravie was a decent, and well-brought up young man, whom had never once been in trouble. Not that he could recollect anyhow. Though he doubted it, as parents would have never let that happen to one so, dare I say, Perfect, as himself. Perfect, maybe was not the word, but he was alot different from the others of his species. As Katie said, he was an 'angel'. With caused his face to light up with happiness, there and then.

Their classes were much of the same, and he knew she must be a First Year. "I too have Herbology and Charms. Also Potions. I believe you're in my classes," he nodded, feeling quite happy to have a friend he could sit beside. It did become lonley, having no friends in the First Year, but in other years. So meeting other whom were in his classes, came as quite spectacular to young Master Leonhart. Now looking to Desmond, he smiled, asking him the same question. "And your classes, Desmond? Are you in any of the same ones as myself and Mary?"

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[maryclarke]

Mary smiled at Mattias's compliment, slightly blushing at his praise. "Thank you." She said, being as polite as possible. Hearing his classes, Mary was happy she had made a friend in such a polite and smart person, especially a boy.

Waiting for Desmond to reply, she bit down on her sandwich again, finishing it off in one last bite and whiping her mouth on the napkin.

[mattias]

You don't own, you don't own, you don't own,
You don't own what none can buy,
You don't own, neither do I.

Ravie gazed towards Mary, giving a nod of his heart. "It is of course no problem," Mattias smiled. Of course it was not. He paid compliments to most, as it was polite, which Mattias certainly was. He looked to Desmond, arching an eyebrow at him. The boy had not spoken in a while, and he was curious whether 'cat had got his tongue'. An old saying. When another could not talked, people seemed to ask cat got your tongue? It was odd, but weren't many things of this world. He knew of many old sayings, which were slightly 'strange', but he lived on with a smile.

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[alethea]

You and I in a little toy shop
Bought a bag of balloons with the money we've got
Set them free at the break of dawn
Till one by one they were gone...

Alethea walked quietly into the Great Hall, her books bouncing around on her back, and a quiet sense of hopelessness overwhelmed her. She put it down to the song that was bouncing around in her head again, about two young children who accidentally start a nuclear war with an inspirational gesture, and floated quietly into a seat at the Ravenclaw table. She was in her odd mood, the mood that occurred rarely but made her quiet, gentle, and somehow deadly. She pulled a plate of bacon towards herself, and began to eat. "Hrmohffgh," she greeted (or rather, tried to greet, as the bacon rendered her utterly unintelligible) the boys and girl sitting nearest her. "Hwr y'dng?"

...Back at base, bugs in the software
Flash the message, "Something's out there!"
Floating in the summer sky,
Ninety-nine red balloons go by!

[mattias]

Im stuck in parallel worlds, something supernatural,
It wont let me go,
Its paranormal, and no one else believes,
I feel so alone again.

How joyful. Another young girl had joined their small group of three, making it now, a total of four. Friends. It was wonderful how easily you could make them over breakfast, well, unless they were Slytherin's that was. "Good Morning." She sounded quite odd as she spoke, but realised that it was the fact that she was eating, and talking at the same time. It was one of the hardest things to do, if you wanted to sound normal. A tanned hand reached out grabbing yet another slice of toast. Mattias buttered it well, before taking a bite, still watching this Ravenclaw Student. Another First Year, it seemed. In a way, Ravie could always tell.

"I am fantastic, thankyou," he answered, nodding his head. "Yourself?" Placing his toast on the plate for a second, he outstretched a hand (which was no longer 'toasty' as he had wiped it on a napkin), also introducing himself. "My name is Mattias Leonhart, a First Year. Who are you, young miss, that I have a pleasure of meeting?" Mattias asked, smiling softly to her.

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[alethea]

Now what did I do or say?
You always look at me that way!
I can't help but just be me!
Now do you believe me?

"I'm Alethea Marine, a first year," said Alethea quietly, shaking his hand. She chose not to use her usual handshake, as she didn't think that he would appreciate having his arm shaken off. "If my head makes an odd sound, it's probably the sound of my brain motor starting up. That happens sometimes." She put her sentence in perspective with a bizarre motion that involved grabbing a large, stiff waffle, whacking herself over the head with it, then adding syrup and finally getting around to eating it. "Sorry, I often seem to have the weirdest reflexes when hungry," she apologized. "I wish I could figure out how to stop it, but I've been unsuccessful for years."

[mattias]

It's haunting me, I'm so alone,
I'm just trying to find my way back home,
I'm so alone, alone.

Her name. Different. Just as he found, Desmond's was. Both unusual. Not everyday names, but different. A smile crossed his face. He prefered the names which many did not have. Like his own. Mattias. Never before, had he met another, which a name like his. Mary. Her name was more common, but still, not a name you found used at all these days. He praised it. Praised her. It was of much elegence, like he had told her before. Never did a lie pass his lips. Never once. It had never been his style. Ravie smiled warmly to those around him, letting ears listen out to the weird things that escaped Alethea's mouth.

She was funny. Odd. But someone that made him laugh. "You are certainly a strange girl Alethea. Don't worry, I like it," the First Year chuckled, taking a couple of pancakes from he plate. Once the Ravenclaw girl had used the Syrup, Mattias took it, making a beautiful swirly pattern with the sauce. How wonderful. You could make patterns with food items.

>> Sorry, I often seem to have the weirdest reflexes when hungry.

The boy merely laughed, munching dreamily on his pancakes. "These taste fantastic." He nodded. Talking, not only to himself, but to everyone else. The House Elves should very much be complimented for this fine, marvellous food. "One day, you shall find the perfect way to stop this," Mattias informed Alethea. And she would, he knew so well.

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[invisible729]

Violet didn't know the last time she had went to the Great Hall and actually ate dinner there or something. Violet had spent little time there. Dinner or breakfast...well, she usually spend them on some other place. Today, she felt well enough to just stay at the Great Hall and eat.

Violet looked around her and spotted the Ravenclaw table. She doesn't really know that many people because she was usually quiet. She didn't scialize much for some reason. Maybe it was because she doesn't really have much time since what had happened this past couple of terms.

Violet sat down at the table. She wasn't alone. There were other people at the table whom she doesn't know. She had probably seen the boy somewhere but the girl...she hadn't met her before. She sighed realizing that she had to be frienly or at least talk to have friends. "Hey..." she said quietly to the people there.

~ hope im not interupting anything ~

[mattias]

Hand in mine, into your icy blues
And then I'd say to you we could take to the highway
With this trunk of ammunition too
I'd end my days with you in a hail of bullets

The new girl that had joined the small group, Alethea, did not speak anymore, and Mattias merely shrugged, continuing his breakfast, in silence. Thankfully, another came to join them. A bright smile shone upon his face. "Well, Good Morning to you Miss. I'm glad you came to sit with us today, always nice to see new face." The First Year oustretched an arm, so she could shake his hand if she wished. "And who is this charming young lady I get to meet today?" he asked polietly, debating whether or not, to introduce himself before, or after she spoke.

In the end, he chose to tell her his wonderful name. "I am Mattias Leonhart. A First Year." She seemed perhaps older? Maybe in Second, or Third Year? He could've sworn he had seen her around somewhere before, but where, that was the question.

[Of course not. Always nice to RP with different people]

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[invisible729]

Violet smiled at the boy, who had introduced himself as Mattias. He had seem rather familiar to her. Had she seen him somewhere before? She wasn't sure really. Maybe at the common room? She still doesn't know.

Violet took the hand he had offered and shook it. "Violet de Vincent. Third Year" she told him. "Nice to meet you" she said. Slowly, she took a toast and bit it. She knew that she should have probably put something on it before she bit it but she had already bit it. She should keep that as a reminder next time.

"So...what's up?" she asked him not sure what to talk about. Like she had mentioned, she hadn't been in the Great Hall in a while. She also hadn't been socializing. The last time she had actually talked or had a conversation with someone seems such a long itme ago.

[mattias]

And when we go don't blame us, yeah.
We'll let the fires just bathe us, yeah.
You made us, oh, so famous.
We'll never let you go.
And when you go don't return to me my love.

Violet was such a esquist name. Full of such beauty, and all the rest. "A pleasure, Miss Vincent. I must say, I adore your name. Fabulous. Beautiful even." It striked him then, that he had seen her around before. This could be perhaps in the common room, or somewhere else, but he was certain that young Violet had passed his eyes once or twice before. He shrugged though, thinking back, as he watched the group of people around him.

"I should be in Third Year, right now. But I've left the school so many times, I've had to return to being a mere Firstie," he explained to her, giving a tiny smile. "Violet, have we ever met before? I do believe I've seen you somewhere, but I can't pin-point exactly where," Ravie chuckled. Hmm. It seemed to hard to remember. It could've been a while back, when he had truthfully first arrived at the school. It seemed, so long ago from now.

>> So....What's up?

"The sky." Such a stupid answer, but many said that sometimes, when they felt the need of a joke. "Er, well, nothing much. Just the normal things. Classes and such. Yourself?" There was not much you could answer for that sometimes, unless you wished to give someone a speech about some pointless thing in your life.

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[invisible729]

"Thanks..." she said to him and smiled. She listened to him. A third year? He was suppose to be the same year as her? Wow. Maybe she had seen him before a couple of years back. She would have known him if he didn't have to go home constantly or something...

"Well...im not sure really. You seem familiar though" she told him. She still hadn't remembered where exactly she had seen him before. She wished that she did but her memories wouldn't allow her somehow.

Violet put down the toast to drink some water. She wasn't in the mood to drink juice or such and she didnt' know why. "Same here" she told him. There hasn't been much going on. It was probably because the term had just started?

[mattias]

Can't find my way home,
But it's through you and I know,
What I'd do just to get back in her arms,

It must've been from when he had first arrived. They could have possibly been friends, but who knows. His memory had altered since those times. He had forgotten many of the happy memories. "I just wish I could remember. Perhaps we met when I first arrived?" he suggested, giving a slight shrug to Violet. "In classes perhaps. Or maybe we once bumped into each other." It would be hard to remember Mattias. Over that past year, he had changed more than you could imagine. His face more like a young man's, than a scruffy teenager. He had become more handsome, and his attitude was also different. It was like he was peaking adulthood already, when he was only fifteen.

Because of term change, there seemed to be a shortage of things to do. Except meet other people, which he had thankfully done alot of. There were classes, but they were hardly much to talk about. Many didn't enjoy them as much as Master Leonhart did. He thought them fantastic, and had even learnt more than when he had first arrived, the first time round. This was what happened, when you applied yourself to your studies, which he did.

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[invisible729]

Violet nodded. "Perhaps" she told him. It was somewhat annoying to find yourself thinking hard about where you had met someone before. She really did wished that she could remember. Sadly, she couldn't.

"Isn't it annoying how our brains couldn't even remember those things..." she told him unsure why she had said it. It is true though. She was annoyed, but not that much. Violet looked around her then back at Mattias. She didn't know what to say. "So...ah...how's the term been so far?" she asked him.

[mattias]

Do you wanna hold my hand?
Could you sign this photograph,
'Cause I'm your biggest fan,
Would you leave me lying here?

Indeed, it was annoying. He certainly wished, he could remember how/and where they had met before. His brain seemed to be able to not function such an order. "I wish I could remember. It really is annoying," he explained to the Third Year Ravenclaw. If only, right? Friends were quite a big issue to Master Leonhart.

>> So...ah...how's the term been so far?

"It has been pretty fantastic so far. I am really enjoying being back here. How about yourself Violet?" Being in Trios Hogwarts as a Student, was by far, the best thing that had happened to him in quite a while now. It was very exciting.

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