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Breakfast
Characters: Isabella Barbary, Ravenclaws, and whoever else.
When/Where: Hogwarts, Great Hall
Rating: Probably PG or G.
Summary: Typical breakfast at Hogwarts. Conversation, mail, and maybe something good to eat.
Status: Incomplete
Walking into the Great Hall, Isabella glanced up at the enchanted ceiling. After six years at Hogwarts it had become second nature. Today the "sky" was overcast and dismal. The only thought in her head at the moment was that at least it could be sunny. Getting up and going classes was hard enough and a little bit of sunshine would have made it a touch easier. If only she could change the weather.
After a moments glance, Bella redirected her attention to her surroundings. Off to her left a few first years, Gryffindors she believed, hurried in one after another. She smiled slightly. It reminded her of her first days. The days when you always traveled in pairs because you were afraid of getting lost; the days when getting lost was almost certain. She was not sure she would go back to those days, but she was able to look back nostalgically upon them.
Unconsciously, her hands fluttered down to her robes and she straightened them out. With a soft sigh she too made her way across the room. It was not that she was nervous about school starting, she had done this exact thing hundreds of time before, but her stomach let out a small growl. She was surprised how much energy and effort had gone into her activities yesterday and last night.
Since it was still a little bit early, Isabella had no problem finding an open stretch of table. There were few students there. The rest would stumble in the next few minutes she was sure. Most of the student population in the room was anxious first years. Anyone else already knew their way around and was desperate for any last few minutes of sleep they could get.
Bella dropped her bag next to her and sank into a seat. Mentally, she completed a quick check list to make sure she had everything she needed. Books-check, parchment-check, quill-check, sense of humor-she thought it was good she left most of that at in her dorm. It was certain her professors would not appreciate a colorful sense of humor as most of them were pretty serious about the way their classroom was ran.
Softly, she sang under her breath allowing her voice to easily find and maintain a familiar melody. Singing was something that eased her mind. More than that, it was a habit she never really got out of. Anyone that knew her, knew that it was just something she did practically all the time. Especially, when she was nervous, needed to calm herself down, or was just in a good mood.
Isabella spread some jam on a piece of toast and looked out over the Great Hall. Still singing softly to herself. Meal times were one of the chances one had to not only talk to members of their own house, but members of others too. Surely, there was someone around that she could chat with...
When/Where: Hogwarts, Great Hall
Rating: Probably PG or G.
Summary: Typical breakfast at Hogwarts. Conversation, mail, and maybe something good to eat.
Status: Incomplete
Walking into the Great Hall, Isabella glanced up at the enchanted ceiling. After six years at Hogwarts it had become second nature. Today the "sky" was overcast and dismal. The only thought in her head at the moment was that at least it could be sunny. Getting up and going classes was hard enough and a little bit of sunshine would have made it a touch easier. If only she could change the weather.
After a moments glance, Bella redirected her attention to her surroundings. Off to her left a few first years, Gryffindors she believed, hurried in one after another. She smiled slightly. It reminded her of her first days. The days when you always traveled in pairs because you were afraid of getting lost; the days when getting lost was almost certain. She was not sure she would go back to those days, but she was able to look back nostalgically upon them.
Unconsciously, her hands fluttered down to her robes and she straightened them out. With a soft sigh she too made her way across the room. It was not that she was nervous about school starting, she had done this exact thing hundreds of time before, but her stomach let out a small growl. She was surprised how much energy and effort had gone into her activities yesterday and last night.
Since it was still a little bit early, Isabella had no problem finding an open stretch of table. There were few students there. The rest would stumble in the next few minutes she was sure. Most of the student population in the room was anxious first years. Anyone else already knew their way around and was desperate for any last few minutes of sleep they could get.
Bella dropped her bag next to her and sank into a seat. Mentally, she completed a quick check list to make sure she had everything she needed. Books-check, parchment-check, quill-check, sense of humor-she thought it was good she left most of that at in her dorm. It was certain her professors would not appreciate a colorful sense of humor as most of them were pretty serious about the way their classroom was ran.
Softly, she sang under her breath allowing her voice to easily find and maintain a familiar melody. Singing was something that eased her mind. More than that, it was a habit she never really got out of. Anyone that knew her, knew that it was just something she did practically all the time. Especially, when she was nervous, needed to calm herself down, or was just in a good mood.
Isabella spread some jam on a piece of toast and looked out over the Great Hall. Still singing softly to herself. Meal times were one of the chances one had to not only talk to members of their own house, but members of others too. Surely, there was someone around that she could chat with...