Food, Glorious Food. [open]

Cel sat herself happily down at the Gryffindor table in the great hall. She took a place and stared hungrily at the food that lay before her - tempting her to just take the entire plate and eat with her fingers like a beast. However, she restrained herself.
She took piled her plate with chicken, rice, and other delicious things including seaweed. She took her fork and dug in.

He strides into the Hall, stoutly and wearily, frowning. There were bags under his eyes, but otherwise he was fine. He had persuaded Dumbledore to give him more hours of sleep. He made his way to his table, a slight limp in the way he walked and he sat down, stifling a yawn but failing. He issued a loud yawn and leaned back against his table, not hungry. When he glanced around the Hall, a few people were staring at him. Looks like I'm a celebrity. He thought with a wry smile.

Krum sat at the Slytherin table, munching on his Sausages, reading the Daily Prophecy. Aas usual, there was a lot of crap in it. He looked up when he saaw a few people at his table staring, and he saw the boy he met yesterday. He gave him a short nod, before turning back to his paper.

He nodded back at the other boy, Krum, he thought as he glanced around the Hall as he had did a hundred times. His excitement had left him this time, he didn't know what had gotten to him yesterday. He was not usually like that, but he was sometimes. He shrugged idly, watching all of them with his grey eyes, a faint smile playing on his lips.

He finished his sausages and wiped his mouth with a napkin. He looked up, and his dark eyes flashed trough the Hall. Not much going on this evening, I guess. He folded the Prophecy with a aigh and threw it on the middle of the table.

He crossed his fingers together absently, still watching, though it would not do for a good distraction. He already knew himself too much, he had a short attention span and he got bored way too quickly. That was him, he chuckled a bit. A low, deep sound out of his throat. He shook his head wistfully, and yawned again. It seemed people were still watching him, it had almost been a week yet they did not turn their faces. He was enjoying that, he knew. Some had approved of him when he had caught the little brat, Nate. He recalled it clearly, it had been fun. When a fellow Gryffindor friend offered him an issue of The Daily Prophet, he accepted it gratefully, straitening it. He was oblivious to all else as he sat there, reading on and on.

Friendly as he was, he made a little chat with some ladies at the Slytherin table, but they all left, giggling, after a few minutes. Bored he drummed his fingers on the table. Trough a window came a ray of sunshine, and he saw the blue sky. Nice weather to fly.

He stretched his arms widely after reading the Prophet, there had been nothing in the news. Well, there had been lot of things but nothing which had caught his interest, he leaned back against his respective table. Boredom overwhelmed him after a few moments, he rolled his eyes bitterly. He knew this would happen, the Hall itself had a boring atmosphere, or so it seemed. He made small talk with his surrounding students, forcing a jovial smile on his face. They all talked to him pleasantly, it seemed they had forgotten how he had attacked Captain. Since all of them were smiling at him, real genuine smiles, he could tell it from their eyes. He looked out of a glass windy, sunshine came pouring through it. It seemed as if it were lovely weather, he proceeded to wander in his thoughts. He thought about one thing, Quidditch. He glanced at Krum, frowning.

Basil walked into the Hall yawning. She had been up the night before studying a plant she had found on the grounds. Oddly she couldn't identify it. Even with all the books she used, she couldn't find it anywhere. She sat down at the ravenclaw table, rubbing her eyes. She picked up a pear from the center of the table an bit into it. She chewed the pear carefully, thinking about the plant.

When he saw Basil out of the corner of his eyes, he waved merrily. "Hello!" He shouted across the Hall, across the noise, smiling. He returned his gaze to Krum, starting to think again. He rose from his position on his table and he raised a hand. He had an idea "Oi! Krum, can you teach me a few of your moves?" He called over the voice, rising it slightly so as to be heard.

SHe waved back to Hex. "He's in a good mood..." She mumbled to herself. She bit into the pear again watching Hex. She followed his gaze to the slytherin table, at Krum. She shook her head and turned to a window, staring out of it, in deep thought.

He grinned back at Hex. "of course I can. Do you want to now." He winked at the lady who just walked in, he had met her yesterday.

He feigned a frown carefully. "Ah, yes. Now would be the best time since..." He trailed off gesturing to the weather. He hadn't flown for a while, he needed to feel the wind running through his hair, wildly. He nodded idly.

She sighed and got up from the table. She had to get back to that plant. She was curious why she couldn't find it in any books. She did a quick wave to Hex and Krum and rushed out of the hall.

(Going to go see Men in Black III for the second time with my brother. See you two later)

"yes, weather is nice." he noded and walked to hex. "Lets go then."

He gave a short wave to Basil, smiling warmly, not saying a word. He stood up briskly, nodding to Krum, a giddy feeling overwhelming him. He strode to the exit, his face hidden by the shadows of the tall, bright walls, he glanced around the Hall before stepping outside. He noticed that many were watching them with interest, some of them were creeping behind them trying to escape his notice, but he noticed them nevertheless. He smirked and walked down the corridor as a couple of them tried to follow them, it was mostly girls, he noted. He chuckled deeply.

ooc - A new topic in the pitch, then?

Ooc - Yup, who starts ?

ooc - After you, sir.