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WHEN: Week 02, 'Whites of His Eyes' / Wednesday, December 15th, 2008, 7:43 pm
WHERE: Great Hall, Slytherin Table
WHO: Annnnyone
Time for another lonely supper at the Slytherin table with his brooding housemates!
Hisoka couldn't help but sulk just the slightest. Sure, the food was spectacular and it was always nice to listen to the people around him talking, but he had always wanted someone to talk back to, someone who could understand him and not grow bored within the first five minutes, before going off to sit with their friends.
Friends.
That dreadful word. Dreadful because it was something that Hisoka wanted very badly, but knew he could never have. He was just too damn shy, and if he'd already been at this school for five years without making any, there were only two years left and what was going to change, really?
So he sat there, at the far end of the Slytherin table, mushing his peas with his fork. He wasn't really that hungry, really, and there was always far too much food at supper. He felt bad if he didn't take seconds, sometimes, hoping the food didn't go to waste. What? Of course it didn't! It was magical anyway! But still, it was always kind of pathetic to look back when you were leaving and see so much just sitting alone, forgotten.
WHERE: Great Hall, Slytherin Table
WHO: Annnnyone
Time for another lonely supper at the Slytherin table with his brooding housemates!
Hisoka couldn't help but sulk just the slightest. Sure, the food was spectacular and it was always nice to listen to the people around him talking, but he had always wanted someone to talk back to, someone who could understand him and not grow bored within the first five minutes, before going off to sit with their friends.
Friends.
That dreadful word. Dreadful because it was something that Hisoka wanted very badly, but knew he could never have. He was just too damn shy, and if he'd already been at this school for five years without making any, there were only two years left and what was going to change, really?
So he sat there, at the far end of the Slytherin table, mushing his peas with his fork. He wasn't really that hungry, really, and there was always far too much food at supper. He felt bad if he didn't take seconds, sometimes, hoping the food didn't go to waste. What? Of course it didn't! It was magical anyway! But still, it was always kind of pathetic to look back when you were leaving and see so much just sitting alone, forgotten.