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--*--The Triwizard Tournament--*-- (Rated PG-15)

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Chariot whirled around in her seat to face her friends, who had just retreated sideways at the commands of Madam Cummings herself, with her silvery longsleeved dress draped with a black jacket, much like Chariot's and the other BeauxBaton girls jackets, with her white hair pulled up into what looked like a very tight bun upon the back of her head.

Madam Cummings scolded Chariot's friends, and they quickly arranged themselves in seats, uncaring of just who they sat with, as long as it was near the doors. Chariot herself rolled her eyes and leaned back, draping her arm over the back of the crystal chair. With one sharp glare and snippy command from Madam Cummings, Chariot crossed her eyes and sat up straight, her hands loosely folded in her lap.

"Young ladies do not cross their eyes when given an order." Madam Cummings lectured before turning around to another girl with striking green eyes and blonde hair Chariot knew as Nicolette, and as Madam Cummings snapped at her as well, she took her hands off of the clean crystal table with such speed that Chariot could've sworn Madam Cummings had swiped Nicolette's hands off the table with her wand, which, she was flinging everywhere.

"Seet up, Seet up Seet up!" Madam Cummings said in a crazed frenzy, determined to show the true manners of BeauxBatons.

Chariot made no effort to straighten her back any futher for Madam Cummings, as she noticed many other girls did as well. Chariot only sat up incredibly straight for Madam Maxime, who herself, though very old in age now, was still the most mannerly woman in the entire school. She found ways to scold even Madam Cummings!

Chariot sat herself on the opposite side of her deserted table, so she would be able to see the crystalline chateau doors when they were flung open to reveal the students of Durmstrang, and the students of Hogwarts. She took a deep breath to calm herself, as Madam Cummings arranged herself at the front table, Madam Maxime busy conversing with the charms teacher, though ladylike as ever.

Chariot caught sight of the BeauxBaton student her friends were always gossiping about. Angel was her name? She herself didn't ever quite care, but her friends were always snapping and talking about how they hated how perfect and pretty she was. They hated how 'goody-goody' she was, and Chariot would always wonder just how they viewed themselves. Every girl in BeauxBaton's was goody-goody, self-confident, and was filled with two main sins. Envy of the others, and Pride for themselves. Or, at least, the girls that Chariot had gotten to meet. She had never been very envious of anyone, because she herself, was one of the top. Her pride for her status was rather low, as her attitude brought it an entire step down. But as Chariot looked at the girl, she knew just why her friends disliked Angel. She held her poise high, and didn't seem cramped and uncomfortable like Chariot. She radiated, with something like her own glow, and had a face such no one could ever recreate. Chariot suddenly felt very self-conscious and lowered her head, before getting a snap from Madam Cummings all the way from the front table.

Chariot sighed, rolled her eyes as many girls in the dining hall stared as she got yet another snippy remark from Madam Cummings for rolling her eyes again.
 
"Hey, what on earth do you think you're doing with my sisters undergarments?!" I called after the large boy from earlier. If I hadn't been paying attention, I might have never saw. It made me wonder hoe Alicia didn't notice... "What kind of person are you, anyways?" I scolded as I continued to approach him, wand raised, my Hogwarts uniform twitching in the light breeze. "How would you like it?" I asked, then an idea dawned upon me. I raised my wand, and flicked it violently, screaming "Gendious!" as pink sparks flew from my wand towards him...

OOC: Wierd post, but meh, XD
 
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Burninating_Torchic said:
I hope there's nothing wrong with that one, too...>_<
Click to expand...
Never fear, there isn't.

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Madam Cummings rounded on Angel's table next, as the girl was stroking Larka's fur. For a split second, the teacher stared. Then she returned to her usual bossy, brisk, criticizing attitude. "Seet up!" she screeched, and in a flash Angel had straightened up in her seat, flushing. "I am sorry, Madam," she murmured quietly, her powder-white features now a rosy crimson. A few girls nearby snickered almost inaudibly, but they, oddly, escaped the Madam's notice. Angel humbly lowered her gaze to the floor. "I am sorry, Madam," she said again, looking very small.

Unfortunately, Madam Cummings only looked more vicious at this. "Meet my eyez when you are spoken to!" she ordered, and Angel shyly obeyed. What Madam Cummings saw when the girl looked up were two sapphires of eyes, beautiful and kind but somehow...sad. A secret was beyond those striking eyes, a secret hinted at only by the sorrow swimming somewhere within them. Blinking to rid herself of the tragic picture, Madam Cummings halfheartedly shouted another snap Angel's way before hurrying to scold another table.

Strangely enough for a Beauxbatons girl, Angel was neither stuck-up nor jealous. She was modest, often even timid at times. Despite what some of the others might say about her simply because of their own envy, she was a good person. And, naively, that was why they hated her. They thought she was too good, thought she was even perfect. Angel shook her head. She was anything but perfect, and anyone who saw her at night would know it. However, no one saw her at night...

"Larka," she whispered, placing the fox on her lap once Madam Cummings was safely involved in chiding another girl's posture, "Larka, what's wrong with me?" The animal blinked, watching her master intently. You know perfectly well what you are, she seemed to say, and it can be both a blessing and a curse at times. There was sympathy in the way Larka looked at the girl. Angel's eyes avoided Larka like they had Madam Cummings, and her next behavior was most strange. Reaching with a delicate hand into a shoulder of her sky-blue robes, she felt her fingers close around something soft pressed against her back. Her eyes were wet with tears as she touched it, but she did not cry. Slowly, slowly, she withdrew her hand, resuming sitting straight up in her seat as though nothing was wrong.
 
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I tensed, seeing his wand, and immidiately drew my own, twirling it and with some mumbled words to keep him from learning, wove an emergency shield spell, but it hadn't fully set in when the curse hit. I was expecting a direct attacking spell, which this most certainly wasn't, nmeaning that it was only partially deflected towards my oponent. Immdiaitely, a robed figure with the Prefect badge began advancing on the both of us... This was not going to end well, I could feel it...

OOC: Yes, I know, I know, but trust me, this time, it's not the same old, anyone know how the other professors, prefects, medical experts, ect are controlled? Also, of copurse the outfit doesn't apply. Never be caught DEAD in that.
 
The carriage lands softly and piper looks out the window and watches the river of students rushing into the school. After five minutes and not seeing a single slytheryn, piper opens the carriage door and steps out onto hard cobbled stones. Looking around she takes her wand out of her pocket and levitates the two trunks out in front of her. Walking into the school the girl takes in her surrounding and her gaze comes to rests on a supernaturally beautiful girl with a white fox, smiling to her self, hoping she might make a friend; she walks over and stops with in three feet of the girl. Taking in every detail she extends her left hand and, reverting to her usual mopey appearance, says hi. "Hello. You seem some what.......different to the rest of the school. I was wondering if you would like to be friends." Glancing at her two trunks she mutters something and the lay to rest on the floor, one on top of the other.
 
I almost swaggered into the Grand Ballroom, looking about contemptuously. Such pretension, such extravagance. Such impracticality. I laughed again under my breath, thinking about the fun of shattering the statues, the tables, the bones, the lives... I shook my head. I couldn't let myself get carried away with such thoughts. Yet, at least. Arrogantly, I slid onto one of the benches. Ghost bared a fang to scare off a Beauxbatons student in his way and curlued up under the bench. With a nod to him, I straightened my crimson robes and smiled with mock politeness at all about me including this strange girl talking to her fox. Of course, I thought, laughing to myself, You look just as crazy as she. It is a good cover, they don't know the truth depth of the insanity. I deliberately placed my elbows on the table and said, "A good efning to you all."
 
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OOC: Ozy, are you talking to everyone? 0_0;;

IC: Chariot stifled a giggle as Madam Cummings stared at the Durmstrang student's elbows. She looked like she would explode, holding back her snippy orders, but in the end, she swept away very quickly, without another word.

Chariot herself would've congratulated him for making Madam Cummings frustrated, but he didn't look very friendly, so she turned her gaze away. More and more people were filing in, and as Chariot deducted, none of the boys were really that glamorous. But perhaps it was because she had been neglected to ever really see a boy who slouched when he walked, like many from Hogwarts, or talked freely, casual and relaxed. Her father never let her lay her amber eyes upon those 'mongrel's. And none of the few and rare boys at BeauxBaton ever did that as well. They were all just as refined as the girls.

Chariot took a long stare at the statue, making sure that it would indeed not snap at her for the next action she was about to take.

She let out a sigh and slumped a little, crossing one leg over the other, and resting her head in her hand.This had to be the most boring night of her life. Perhaps it'd get better after awhile into this tournament. Chariot felt strange, used to being in a pool of light blue's and whites. But now there was a blood red, black, and many other varieties amongst the crowd. The Hogwarts and Durmstrang uniforms looked very dark compared to her own.

Chariot forced her eyes onto her friends, who were all looking at passing Durmstrang boys with strained refinement, and looked as though the only reason they weren't squealing was because of Madam Maxime. She rolled her eyes and let her hand fall to the table, as she reluctantly sat back straight, Madam Cummings walking very slowly and stiffly back to the front, scolding any Beauxbatons student. She couldn't exactly scold the students from the other schools, as this was not the way they were taught.

"Handz off ze table!" She snapped at Chariot, who slowly slid her hands off the table with a squeaky sound with each movement of her hand, a frustrated glare on her face "No squeeking! Zis' is absolutely unacceptable!" Madam Cummings said storming up to Chariot "Do not test my payzience toonight!" She said in a thick accent. She seemed to have been forbidden to speak in french for the night for the risk of 'making our guests feel uncomfortable'. That was why Chariot spoke no french tonight. But her friends were speaking rapidly in french! It was absolutely unfair. But Madam Cummings had never liked Chariot anyway. She was too 'boyish' for her tastes.
 
Groaning, Sim rubbed her eyes. The sudden blast of this foreign colours of the robes made her eyes bewildered. She was so used to seeing perfection, that the suddeness of "normal" hurt her eyes.

And maybe it was the fact that she was tired. Not the sort to remember the cycle of the moon (a bad habit for one with her case) She sometimes lay awake in her dorm fretting if it was to be full. Alas, that would not be until another week or so...or a few days, she failed to know.

Soon as it would seem, she leans her head against the table, causing a nearby teacher to scowl and approach her. It was the potions teacher, and at the moment, Simone would rather not recollect her name.

"I don't care about your 'condition,' sit up," critisized she. "Just because the statues are de-charmed for the moment, doesn't mean you should slump!"
 
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"Alright, I think we're sitting down over here." Professor Thyppin told Mike in his usual quiet voice. Mike then relayed the information to the other students, as he always did when the quiet professor wanted to make an anouncement. Slowly, Slytherin students began to drift over to one of the tables nearby where the other Hogwarts students were sitting. After Mike was sure all the others were sitting, he walked over to the table where the other three prefects were.
"I suppose I'm required to sit here, hm?" Mike said in a low voice, but not low enough so that the prefects at the table he was approaching could not hear.
"I suppose you are." The Gryffindor prefect replied in a rather poisonous tone. Mike and the Gryffindor prefect had been archrivals since they were first years. Mike sat at the table but turned away from the center of it, instead facing the other tables, particularly the one where some of the professors were congregated. Only the headmasters from visiting schools sat at the head table with the professors from the hosting school.
"Are they planning on starting this thing soon?" Mike asked rhetorically, yawning.
 
(Decided to skip to the part where he's going inside, hope that's okay. =D)

Ivan walked quietly into the Grand Hall, wiping some of his strewn hair that was all over his face. While he was walking in from the outside, there had been an ordeal with some Slytherin tripping him on the ground. Luckily, while nobody but some other Ravenclaws were looking, he had performed a tiny spell that caused the fifth year Slytherin to hang upside down in the air for a bit, then come crashing to the ground. While he watched the angry boy run off to tell one of the teachers, Ivan had quickly hurried into the main room to get away.

As he sat down at some table that a prefect had directed him to, he tucked his wand back inside his robes and rested at his hands at his sides, having finished with the resetting of his hair that had been messed up during the process of the tripping.

He looked around for a moment, not really recognzing any of the people that he was sitting with. Most of the people that he knew were down at another side, having been shoved around and pulled by other people until they were eventually forced into some random seats. Ivan sighed boringly and closed his eyes, resting his head on the table and hoping that the Slytherin from before wouldn't find him in all the confusion.
 
As the curse rebounded at me, my vision blurred and I fell to my knees. I heard Alicia scream as she ran to my side, and then the sound of laughter echoed in my head. I would have recognised that laugh anywhere... Alex, a Ravenclaw prefect. He was my best friend, but he had a tendancy of picking on my for small things. It was quite obvious why he was laughing.

As my eyes began to refocus, I found myself staring right into Alex' hazel eyes, freckles decorating his face. I blinked, and realized Alicia was at my side, her blue eyes showing a very worried look as her brown hair drifted in the breeze. "You idiot!" She scolded me as she hit me over the head, and I responded by placing my hands on my head and crying "Owww..." in a very feminine voice. Of course, Alex was still laughing at me in a maniacle way. However, I had hit my target.... Though I had made this curse so that it was irreversable... Which wasn't exactly good.

"Would you stop laughing at me already? I'm capable of doing it to you too, you idiot!" Of course, Alex quickly shut up, and lifted me up by one arm, as Alicia took the other.

"Come on then, mate, we've got to get going to the ceremony, we can deal with your problem later." Alex said as he brushed his left hand through his blonde hair, before helping escort me to the Ballroom, and into a seat with the rest of the Ravenclaws, as Alicia went over to the other Hufflepuffs.

I got various looks from the other Ravenclaws, even my other friends. I also heard things like "We have a new Ravenclaw?" and "Why are her robes so baggy?" I assumed that was because my body had shrunk. I moved my red hair away from my face as I heard a boy say "She's pretty cute" before shuddering.

OOC: Havent done this in a while, meh. https://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c146/Kurosaki_/1142932007208.jpg Of course, still in school robes.
 
((Ooc)) ........ It has come to my attention that some people are rather confused. This is mostly my fault. I didn't have much time to explain everything, and stuff came up. So, I will say some things now. The Headmistress is Madame Altus Domina now. Madame Domina is the Beauxbaton person. I'll leave the name of Drumstrang's Headmaster to Alpha, because I can't think of a name. o_o'

And for Hogwarts, the headmaster is Lenus Virr.

As for actually starting, here we go.

((Ic))

-*-Aislinn-*-

Madame Domina stood just above me, waving her wand around absent-mindedly she was about to enter the Dining Hall, where all the schools had finally gathered. We, the teachers and I, had been waiting here for hours. Finally I could escape this stupid room, this stupid place. No, no, it was for the good of the schools, I had to stay only a little bit longer.

Madame Domina stood, smoothing out her dress. Her long, curly auburn hair swung around her shoulders as she turned to face me, emerald eyes boring into my lavender ones. "You realiz', Aislinn, what we have 'ere, don't you?"

I thought for a moment, and shook my head. Domina was always a strange woman.

"We 'ave all three schools heer in one, each one competing for one thing--ze Triwizard Cup. Zis is going to get tricky, keeping everyone under control, especially in a tournament that hardly 'as rules. I will need you to be my eyes and ears this year..."

Arn't I always? I thought, smiling. She smiled back, not realising how I was laughing at her inside. She was jealous of the other schools, wanting so badly for her school to win... No, I couldn't think like that.

".... So, you will bee 'zere at all times, yes?"

"Oui, oui, Madame. I weel be 'zere, at all times," I answered in english. It sounded strange from my lips, but it really didn't matter. It was time to begin.

-*-Orias-*-

This was boring. Hogwarts had arrived God-knows-how-many minutes ago, and nothing was happening. Students speaking, laughing, one with a wolf who was obviously enjoying scaring other students, a girl with a fox who's smile was empty, other kids all over the place. There were so many things going on, I could hardly focus.

I heard a flap of wings next to my ear, Kalyca and Seir. Seir perched on my hand, ruffling his feathes. It was obvious from the way he moved he was nervous around all the cats. Kalyca, however, was having fun tauning the larger owls. She perched on my shoulder, nipping playfully at my ear. The two pheonix chirped at each other, now ignoring me. But my attention was on other things. Someone had walked to the front of the room.

-*-Corcell-*-

Everyones' head looked up at a woman and girl, both who seemed very important at the moment. The girl looked calm and smiled gently at everyone, standing to the right of Madame.... what was her name?

"Good, eev'ning. I am Madame Domica, ze Headmistress 'or ze Beuaxbaton School of Witch'raft and Wizi'dry."

Well, that question was answered. But there were so many more...

"As you all know, we are hosting ze Triwizard Tourn'ment. Thees year, so much 'as bien planned for you. Your tasks weel be revee'led in time, but until 'zen, 'zere is much for you to do and learn. We 'ere at Beauxbaton welcome the other schools with opened arms. 'Ogwarts..."

A man stood, possibly in his late-forties. He pushed some graying hair back, rising, and seating himself again. "...an' Drumstrang." The other man rose, though not many could get a good view of him.

"I'm sure you arr all v'ry tired, so, eat, pleese, before you retire for ze night." With that said Madame ..... (Domina?) sat herself at her seat, and the other girl walked toward the only table with a seat left, near the boy and girl with canines. A grey cat came from nowhere, following her footsteps. He looked up at me, causing me to jump. His eyes were milky white, though I felt as though he'd seen everything. I shivered, turning toward my plate of food.

((Ooc)) Once agian, I'm sorry if this throws anyone off, but we need some order here.
 
OOC: Thank you, Psychotic Demon...I thought we were never going to progress past everyone arriving in the main hall or wherever. One thing I am confused about, however...did we already do the thing regarding the goblet, or has that not happened yet?
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"Ah, food. That's probably a good idea." Mike said to himself, turning back around to the center of the table. A plate of unusual food sat before him, and he decided to take a bite out of one of the things. "This is horrible!" He exclaimed in a low voice so that none of the Beauxbatons students or staff could hear.
"Live with it." The Ravenclaw prefect said, eating their food without complaining. "The food here is substantially lighter then it is at Hogwarts. You'll just have to get used to it."
"I don't know how anyone gains any weight around here." Mike said, munching on some sort of cracker.

"Are we done for the night?" Mike asked rhetorically once he had finished his dinner. "I don't know if we should be heading to our rooms or not...come to think of it, I don't even know where our rooms are."
"You don't know much of anything, do you?" The Gryffindor prefect mocked.
"I'd watch your tongue if I were you." Mike replied. "Least you wake up tomorrow morning without it..." he gripped his wand, as if meaning to start a fight.
"There's a time and place for everything." Professor Thyppin said as he placed his hand on Mike's shoulder. He had overheard the conversation. "You will fight the Gryffindor in due time." With that, he walked away.
"The pathetic prefect saved by his pathetic teacher." The Gryffindor prefect laughed.
"Minus one hundred points for Gryffindor." Thyppin called over his shoulder, barely loud enough so that the prefects could hear.
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OOC: Yes, that's a reference to the house cup...there wasn't much mention of that since like book 1...
 
I smiled around the table and took a particularly bloody-looking piece of meat on a fork I ripped a large chunk off and began chewing, visibly savoring the taste of barely cooked flesh Once I could speak intelligably again, I looked about once more and said, "So. How are you all?"
 
Grand Hall, Eva you need to go to the Grand Hall! Don't forget!

Really! Two seconds on this school, this way too perfect school, and she was already lost; Narcissy would never let her hear the end of this! She didn't even know what happened. She could only remember standing absentmindedly amongst people—a lot of people—and being pushed around, until finally, she was knocked inside a large room. Maybe being lost wasn't such a bad thing? If she didn't get lost, she would have never gotten the chance to stumble across this grand hall and…

"Grand Hall"? Oh, never mind. I guess I was supposed to go here in the first place.

"Ha!" She grinned widely, cheekily. She was practically yelling. "I knew I could find this place all by my own!" Apparently, Evangeline was oblivious of all the other students sitting on the table, and of the two who seemed to be the focal point. One was a girl, perhaps a year or so older that she, and the other was a woman with curly auburn locks. When she finally did noticed her peers, and Narcissy's glare, she blinked in confusion. Huh? When did all these people get here?

"Evangeline, get over here!" She heard the Gryffindor prefect call in a mere whisper. He pointed towards an empty seat and gave her an urgent look. Luckily, he was busy with dealing with that Mike guy so he skipped his usual lecture part. As she sat down on her assigned seat, she faced the Ravenclaws sitting beside her and tilted her head to one side, in a confused sort of way.

"Hey, can you guys tell me we're doing here? Oh, and, and, who are those people there?"

The Ravenclaw students heaved a sigh of grief. Was she really that dense?

//ooc: eep, a tad too confuzzling, ne? x3;
 
I was hungry when I first arrived, but in light of recent events, and the appearance of the meal, made me feel otherwise. I was still recieving strange glances from the rest of the Ravenclaws, and word was starting to spread to the other houses as they looked at me in that "Who the heck is she?" manor.

"Don't worry about it, mate, we just need to... to... Well, I have absolutely no clue, but we'll think of some manor to change you back." Alex whispered to me, "But we need to think of what to do with you in the mean time."

"Well... duh." I muttered in response as I placed a spoon in what seemed to be like a very thin soup, before mixing it for no apparent reason. "I just wonder how long it'll be before someone approaches me about who I am..."

As we finished our conversation, another girl, Evangeline I believe, took a seat nearby. She questioned our reasoning for being here, and Alex couldn't help but comment. "Where have you been living the past few months? Under a rock? We're here for the Triwizard Tournament! Blimey!"
 
OOC: To answer your question, B_T, I believe the goblet part is coming later.

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Startled, Angel looked up, surprised someone was talking to her; more often, people were talking about her, and behind her back. It was more understandable once she realized the girl was from one of the new schools. "Different," she murmured. "Yes, that is accurate." There was no sarcasm nor bitterness in the comment, more of a gentle sadness. Brushing silver bangs in towards her face so that the girl wouldn't see her still somewhat moist eyes, she smiled warmly. It was forced, but still genuine. "I would love to be your friend," she said. She trusted anyone and everyone until proven otherwise. She looked around slowly, observing different fragments of the scene around her as they gradually pieced together. A girl with a blind cat, the same girl who had helped Madame Domina(Angel swore she remembered seeing this girl before...was her name Aislinn?), sat nearby. A Durmstrang boy with a white wolf at his heels was tearing into a chunk of meat. Hogwarts students were also grouped not far away. There was so much to see and hear, but she had reached a mood during which none of it interested her. Silently, she looked down at the meal on her plate. Finding herself completely devoid of appetite, she began sneaking tidbits to Larka under the table.
 
:: Oh, crap. I'll just... see how far I'll make it. ::

The carriage came to a stop, and Nuncio was flung to the floor in a most uncivilized manner. Rubbing his eyes wearily, a swift hand reched out to grab his bag, and he was off, trying to shove his way through a mountanious(sp?) crowd.

He was pretty successful. But very tired. When he reached the door of the hall, instead of going in, which he was planning to, he fell down onto the grass.

On his back with orange hair splayed out, his crimson eyes stared back up at the sky.
So blue... He thought.

A few students murmured something, thinking he had passed out. Slowly getting up, slinging the backpack over his shoulder, and grabbing the hat, he made his way inside. Sitting at a table with only one occupant, a girl with blond hair and pale skin, who was obviously bored from the way she sat, Nuncio stared at the room.

It wasn't so much the size, but the fact that his orange hair was in his face. Sighing, he buried his head into his warm arms. His cap lay a few inches away from him.
 
Sitting down next to the girl she looks at her and her unusual pets. "May I know your name? You haven't told me what it is." Looking at the white fox next to her, piper feels a pang of condensed loneliness, having no friends, and leaving her pet owl back in Hogwarts. Leaning against the bench she feels her eyes well up and she quickly wipes her eyes, surprised at the tears. Looking at the girl next to her piper wonders where she will be sleeping. "May I sleep in your dorm? I prefer to sleep by my self, also, you are my only friend. The other students of Hogwarts have been……not nice. If you are nice to me, and if I find you trustworthy enough to keep the secret, I will explain my world. Also, I hope we can be rivals in lessons. I rarely smile to any one. You should know that too." Looking at her shoes, her eyes start welling with water again and she lets the tears fall, realizing she has never told any one this much.
 
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The sudden smell of meat awakened her from her trance. And a wet nose against her face. She lifts her head up and gazes fondly at the beef, and other such foods. Boy, wasn't she famished. As for the wet nose, that was her orange tabby cat, Maggie, just dropping by. But in the look of her twin emerald orbs shown hunger as she eyed to beef.

"Maggie, you know you aren't allowed..." she says, brushing her black hair away from her face. So far, no one has approached her or talked to her, but she cared not. If they did, she would get all quiet and sullen...ashamed to even talk to someone whether a part of her school or one of the new ones.

She sinks her fork into the beef, and at her teachers dismay (never getting such a chance to do so with the scowling statues, she lept upon it as an invitation that they were de-charmed) started wolfing it down and tearing at it. It wasn't noticable, it was how a 'normal' witch ate when not affected with the high-maitenance group. But one could detect a savage glint in her eye, yet another downfall in being a werewolf. She couldn't resist the flavour of meat.

Taking her master's blind eye (only for the food at least) Maggie leapt at her chance, too. Grabbing some turkey off of Simone's plate, she leaps down on the ground and begins to have her own five-star dinner.
 
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