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Week Name/Date/Time: 'Lost and Found'/Thursday, November 17th/12:10 PM
Location: Great Hall
Open To: Rae
Currently Involving: Hargreaves
Perhaps this was to be a lunch in peace. What a concept! Hargreaves got badgered, (literally, in the case of the Hufflepuffs), with all the blasted students who had fallen for his "charms." Such situations made him wonder if perhaps heeding his father's advice was worth it; having to sit through lunch with some random person who he smiled at perhaps once in the halls, who ran up to the Slytherin table with the high-pitched "DO YOU MIND?!" He only wished he could give them the same brainless grin and reply with a "YES I DO MIND! Stop polluting my air with your mudblood breath! For Merlin's sake!"
Of course, this was usually only a daydream he had as he zoned out, not listening to anything the "lucky" student would have to say to him.
However, this particular lunch was going nicely. No sheep, as he called the other Houses' students who believed his act so blindly, had intruded on his lunch yet. He sat with the other Slytherins, the way it should have been, solemnly, eyeing the empty spot in front of him with suspicion. In precautionary measures, he swung his feet up onto the bench across from him, letting his feet rest. If he were at home, his father would have had a fit and told him to mind his manners.
He only thought saving the spot for a fellow Slytherin, in the case they arrive, was polite. . .for them.
A Gryffindor entered the Great Hall out of the corner of his eye, yelling something rather boisterously. He imagined her vomiting slugs, to pass the time. Such a large, loud mouth only had to have slugs pour out of it. It only seemed proper.