Madness Takes it's Toll[Open]

[aiden]

Aiden walked into the Great Hall and stopped for a moment. He admired his surroundings. He always liked being in the Great Hall, there was always something going on. He looked around quickly and saw that some people were already at the tables. He walked over to his own table and sat down. Once he did, his food magically appeared. It smelled really good tonight. He took a bite of his food. Another thing he liked about the school; great food. The elves really knew how to cook.

He pulled the Daily Prophet out of his pocket and began to read it. Had to keep up in the wizarding world if you wanted to know what was going on! He liked to be up to date on things. He took another bite of his dinner and continued to read.

[Brayden Christiansen]

The sky had began to grow dark, and Braydens stomach grumbled loudly as he awoke from a short nap he had. He sat up in his bed, rubbed his eyes, and looked out the window next to his four-post bed. The moon was out, and the stars were beginning to twinkle around in the sky. He stood up, slipped his shoes on and walked down to the Common Room. He was in his school robes, with the proud Gryffindor Lion badge, pinned on, next to the collar.

Brayden walked out of the Common Room and down the Grand Staircase, slowly. For the first time, he took notice of how many pictures really were plastered up on the walls. It seemed like there wasn't any wall at all, just picture after picture. Some pictures didn't have any people in them, probably because they were off visiting a different frame. I wonder what it would be like to be a moving picture?

He made it down to the Entrance Hall and into the Great Hall. He walked towards the Gryffindor Table, and sat down by a boy he had never seen before. He was reading the Daily Prophet, so he decided not to disturb him. Brayden sat down and a plate and a goblet of Pumpkin Juice appeared in front of his. He grabbed for some turkey on a platter in the middle of the table. It was great food, those elves did a good job. Hmm, Brayden would have to stop by the kitchen one time, just to see how they do it all.

[aiden]

Aiden sighed and turned the page. Nothing really going on in the Wizarding world. There was stuff always going on in the muggle world. He never really bothered with that stuff. It didn't concern him much since he was a wizard. Global warming, wars, all the stuff. He never really understood why muggles did those things. He took another bite of his dinner and closed the paper.

But when he did close the paper, someone was sitting across from him. Was he that into the paper that he didn't hear or see someone sit down? He took a sip of his drink and looked at the boy. "Oh, good evening." He said, putting the folded Daily Prophet down near him.

[Brayden Christiansen]

The boy set down his paper and noticed Brayden had taken a seat across from him. He didn't say anything yet, so Brayden continued to eat his food, until the boy said hello.
"Hello. I'm Brayden Christiansen, 3rd year. I presume your in Gryffindor, hence the fact your sitting at the Gryffindor table." he said to him, and laughed a little. Brayden never remembered seeing the boy in the Common Room or in the Dormitory. He started at his food, and took another bite of the Turkey.

( ooc;; sorry, bad post :[ )

[aiden]

"Aiden McKean, third year also. Nice to meet you." Aiden said, giving the boy a smile. He took another bite of his dinner. It was just so good. He then took another sip of his pumpkin juice. "I think I remember you now. I think you were in some of my classes last term."

[It's okay, mine isn't that good either ^^;;]

[sophieann]

Sophie-Ann had gotten lost en route to dinner, a fate which, she imagined, befell a fair few newbies as they got used to all the peculiarities of the building. This time, it had been a vanishing corridor which had impeded Soph's progress towards her destination.

She had gotten there eventually though, and trotted quickly across the floor to the Gryffindor table, where she spotted a gap near where two guys were sitting, one dark-haired, the other with a brown mane. "Evening," she said by way of greeting, as she took her seat next to the guy with the dark hair.

"Anything interesting in the news?" She asked in a curious tone, noticing his Daily Prophet on the table next to his plate, as she reached into the middle of the table and helped herself to some mushroom lasagna. The vegetarian selection here was pretty good, she noted approvingly.