Gryffindor Table

[JadieLou]

*When I get to it*

[Nathalie Desjardins]

Nathalie paused, looking down the long Gryffindor table. She couldn't see Adam anywhere. She'd thought about the Easter Ball all through the holidays, and had finally decided that she was going to ask him out! He'd been really nice to her when Caeleb was off doing whatever it was - Nathalie had her suspicions; she was certain, anyway, that it hadn't been prefect duties that kept calling him away! Well, that hadn't worked out for her, but if she could ask out Caeleb Dracus, then asking Adam was certainly something she could tackle.

But where was he? Was he still up in the Gryffindor common room? "Excuse me," she said to the nearest student. "I'm looking for Adam Samson. Have you seen him?"

[Ceallach o Raghallaigh]

Ceallach looked up when she heard someone asking for Adam. She sighed. She motioned to the other student to let her answer.
"Umm, Nat, sit down," she said, hoping she sounded soothing, pattign the bench beside her. When the girl was seated, she sighed, turning in her seat slightly to face her properly. She had a very apologetic look on her face. She bit her lip. Jeez.
"I'm sorry, Nat. Adam - uh - Adam didn't come back this term," she said haltingly. She just hoped Nathalie was just asking to say hello.

[Nathalie Desjardins]

Nathalie frowned, but sat down beside Ceallach. "He didn't come back?" She was confused. "Why not? Did he transfer to another school?" It would be such a nuisance if he had. Just when she'd made up her mind to ask him out. "He was really nice to me at the ball, I - um - I really want to ask him - um - ask him something," she finished, a little flustered.

[Ceallach o Raghallaigh]

Ceallach sighed again, chewing on her bottom lip. "Nathalie, he didn't transfer." She bit down on her lip again. She put her hand over one of Nathalie's. She could see some people looking at her. They were wondering the same thing. Adam was a character and got along with everyone. When Nathalie explained herself, Ceallach sighed again, shaking her head. "I'm so sorry Nathalie, Adam was - uh - Adam was killed during the holidays. Him and his family. Nat, honey, I'm so sorry."

[Nathalie Desjardins]

It felt as if someone had just hit her on the head with a heavy book. "He... what? Killed? But..." Nathalie shook her head. "His whole family?" No, she must have misunderstood what Ceallach had said. "No, I mean Adam. You know, he's in your house..." It was the look on Ceallach's face that made it sink in what she had just said. "Killed?" she whispered. "Adam? He's - he's dead? But... but... why? What happened?" Her face crumpled slightly. She felt dizzy, as she stared anxiously at Ceallach.

[Ceallach o Raghallaigh]

Ceallach watched, her lip back between her teeth, as Nathalie comprehended it. "I know," she whispered, as Nathalie tried to tell her she must be thinking about a different Adam. Ceallach put a comforting arm around Nathalie. She looked like she was about to faint. "It was just a random attack. Apparently. It was all AK. It was quick. I'm so sorry, Nat. I really am," she said quietly.

[Nathalie Desjardins]

For a moment, Nathalie thought she was going to throw up. She swallowed hard. "Random? AK? Oh..." She realised what Ceallach meant. Avada Kadavra. A flash of green light and then - nothing. "But who would want... he was just a kid..." Her voice broke. With a sob, she got up, and ran from the hall.

[Ceallach o Raghallaigh]

Ceallach sighed, the apologetic look never leaving her face as she watched Nathalie run it through her mind. She didn't even try to stop the girl as she ran from the hall. She physically had to shake her head to try and rid herself of Nathalie's thoughts. That poor girl! Then, all of a sudden, she was bombarded with questions from her fellow Gryffindors. She groaned and stood up, leaving the hall as well. Poor Adam. Poor Nathalie.

[Krysta Hedwig]

Krys stirred her tea absent-mindedly. She didn't really want the drink anyway, she was only having it because the peppermint tea was supposed to be good for her. She didn't like the taste, though. She stared into the green-brown liquid, her eyes not really focusing on anything.
Since they'd come back to school something had changed. Sebastian's excitement and pure joy about her pregnancy seemed have waned rather quickly. Much quicker than she had expected. She tried not to focus on the panic that had started to appear in his eyes...and in his mind. This is what she had been afraid of. But in contrast, the idea of having a child had really grown on her. She wanted this baby more than anything, but felt like she couldn't show how happy she was.
At the back of her mind was the danger her life seemed to constantly attract and how that danger had such greater implications now that she had so much more to lose. And that was why they hadn't told anyone. Only Kit and Simon knew so fa and that was how she intended to keep it. If the wrong people knew about her condition...it didn't bear thinking about.

She watched the back of Sebastian's head as he talked to Danika and couldn't help wondering what they were talking about. Dani didn't look well, that was for sure.
"Oh sure, sit and talk to Dani. Look after Dani. Why don't you just go and sleep with her too, I'm sure that will cheer her up." she muttered to herself darkly.
She was suddenly pulled out of her own mood when a dark, deep angry presence entered the room. She gripped the spoon tightly in her hand, shocked by the intensity of it. There was only one person it could possibly have been. And sure enough, Kelly Black was walking across the room making a beeline for Danika. Krys froze, fighting the urge to intercede against the instinct to stay out of Kelly's way.
But Danika simply got up and left with Kelly, leaving Sebastian alone at the table. She relaxed, though just having Kelly this close made her extremely nervous.

[Alycya Weasley]

Alycya wasn't in the slightest bit hungry, but she found herself in the Great Hall anyway. Autopilot she thought to herself. She sat down beside a rather disgruntled looking Krysta.
"Hi Krysta," she said, none of her usual happiness, nor bubbliness evident at all. She'd just found out why one of hte other Gryffindors, Chris Marquez, hadn't been to school yet. He'd been killed over the holidays. This one had affected her the most. Not that her and Chris had really been friends, but they'd both been Muggleborns. It made Alycya a little more scared for her own life. They were killing off Muggleborns. Sure, she had different protection to other of her 'status' but still, the Potters and Weasleys weren't with her all the time. She sighed, and robotically reached for food, and began to eat, feeling more and more sick as more food entered her body.

[Krysta Hedwig]

It took several seconds for Krysta to respond to the voice that said her name. It wasn't that she didn't hear it, it was more that she was so wrapped up in her own dark thoughts, it took a while to come out of it.
"What? Oh hi Alycya." she said with a weak smile.
Alycya's very pretty. Nice hair. Krys thought to herself as she glanced at her. She seemed worried and slightly nervous. Krys studied her features more closely with a small frown.
"What's wrong?" she asked, unable to block the emotions the girl was feeling.

[Alycya Weasley]

Alycya looked up again with a strained smile as Krysta acknowledged her. She continued trying to eat for a few more moments before Krysta asked her what was wrong. She let out a sigh.
"Chris Marquez was killed during the holdiays," she began. "Did you know that? We weren't really friends, but - but - that means it's all getting closer. I'm Muggleborn. I'm scared," she admitted shamelessly.

[Krysta Hedwig]

As Alycya spoke, Krys's blank, almost nonchalant expression hardened. Her eyes narrowed and her lips pursed so firmly together they began to turn white.
Chris. He was only a kid.
Her hands clenched into fists and her anger began to boil inside, the beast growling threateningly. The tea in her mug began to boil, bubbling spontaneously and steam swirling out of it. Just as Alycya finished speaking the mug shattered, spilling the hot liquid over the table.
It broke her trance and she looked at the scalding pool in alarm. She quickly waved her hand at it.
"Evanesco!" she commanded and the puddle disappeared. She looked at Alycya with a scorching look and opened her mouth to speak, but nothing came out. She shut her eyes tight and when she opened them again they were pitch-black. She whipped her head around to glare at the Staff table. She was there, calm and happy with her arms wrapped around Caeleb like they were Romeo and freaking Juliet.
"That...that..." she began, unable to think of a word evil enough to describe Kildara. "How can she sit there...knowing what she's done?" she hissed in a deep growl. The desire to just stand up in the middle of the Great Hall and use the Cruciatus Curse was unbelievably strong.

[Alycya Weasley]

Alycya watched, and let out a tiny squeal and a jump, as Krysta's mug broke. She looked at Krysta, and was shocked to see the colour of her eyes change. That was odd! She listened as Krysta spoke, looking up at the Staff Table.
"K-Krysta, w-what are you talking about? I think I know who you're talking about, but what?" she asked, a shaky edge to her voice that no one had ever heard before from her.