An Average Dinner(OPEN)

[Silvia Pendragon]

The entrance to the Great Hall was flooded with its usual amout of bodies moving into the hall from the doors at the dinner hour. Silvia jumped into the air trying to catch a glimpse of anything within the room over the heads of the other students. When a particularly tall Slytherin boy stepped in her way, Silvia ceased her attempt to jump over other students. She shuffled in slowly as the crowd moved snail-like through the doors. Silvia could hardly hear the soft voice of her small Hufflepuff girl friend over the noise of the crowded hall but she made out what the other girl was saying anyway since she crept off and broke off toward the Hufflepuff table as they finally collapsed into the open hall. Silvia had always been impressed with the girl's ability to hop through crowds. Silvia wasn't used to large amounts of people being around her and still hadn't gotten used to limping closely past others. In spite of it, she preferred Hogwarts to her uncluttered home. Especially since her mother passed away. Though she felt quite guilty leaving her father alone, she knew he preferred it that way.

The final trek to the Gryffindor table went much smoother than the initial entry into the room. Silvia sat near the end dominated by the sixth and seventh years. She took a seat in between two other girls and looked up at the professors table expectantly, hoping Godric would make a speech tonight. She was not disappointed by his absence, which she usually was, for he sat in his usually empty chair. Silvia beamed and used her plate as a mirror to be certain her hair hadn't messed itself during her voyage from the Common Room. She then looked down to her black robes and flattened them carefully though they weren't quite so messy as she suddenly felt they were. Someone nudged her hard in the abs and Silvia made a loud gasp for breath. She turned toward the other girl and held up a hand to block an incoming apology and she smiled warmly. "Its quite alright. I'm fine. Don't worry." She called before the other girl could answer. Despite her insistence to the contrary, her side throbbed with pain and Silvia clutched her abdomen with both hands. Her attention turned toward Godric again when she recognized movement along the staff table.

[Luna Cedrella Fricke]

Luna was never fond of having to squeeze through countless number of people. She was the type who would rather that she walked longer than necessary instead of squeezing herself into a shortcut with everyone. Letting out an impatient sigh, she continued to walk as fast a snail toward the entrance of the great hall, which was now buzzing with people. The rather slow movement did not help Luna’s temper. She had a row with Rowena Ravenclaw’s daughter, Helena, in the library at around three in that afternoon. She never liked the girl and when the Ravenclaw bad mouthed Luna’s best girl friend and fellow Gryffindor sixth year, Melinda Fawcett, Luna exploded and defended her without hesitation. The librarian was quick to come finish the ugly business between the two and each was given ‘a well deserved’ detention that will be served that night, at around midnight.

After a few more moments, she finally managed to get into the hall. On her way to the Gryffindor table, she saw Helena sitting alone at the edge of Ravenclaw table. What a loner. She scowled at her and when the Ravenclaw noticed, she glared daggers at her Luna. Rolling her eyes, she stalked off to the Gryffindor table and made a beeline for the end of the table where sixth and seventh years usually sat. She sat beside a seventh year Gryffindor boy. She let out a sigh, closed her eyes and rubbed her temples to calm herself. Internally, she hoped Helena and she would not spend the evening together in one detention because she certainly did not want to get into another row with her while serving a detention she got because she had a row with her. When she opened them, she eyes landed on Silvia Pendragon, who looked like she was in pain. “Silver? Are you alright?” She inquired, concern etched on her face.