a gathering-- EVERYONE POST HERE OR DIE.

[Rowena Ravenclaw]

THE GREAT HALL

was afloat with many a student, some of them quieter or louder than others. No matter the table, someone was always chatting away to their friend sitting beside them, wondering what the food would be like today or if their favorite pudding would show up for desert. The four Heads sat in their throne like chair at the staff table, the most marvelous yet small table at the front of the Great Hall, raised on a platform. The candles above the heads of the people of Hogwarts seemed to glow extra lit, reflecting the mood of Rowena. It was happening, this was now, and it was real. Hogwarts was open, students were here and learning, and history was in the making! Of course, they didn't know that yet, but the Founders obviously knew that this was a big event to be marked on in history.


The day was Thursday, which meant Rowena was to call them all to attention. The days of the week were split up by the house heads, the Founders, Mondays and Fridays to Godric, Tuesdays and Saturdays to Helga, Wednesdays to Salazar, and Thursdays and Sundays to herself. She thought it a bit odd that Salazar hadn't requested two days, but there were only so many days in a week, and he had stated it was fine with him if he only had one. It wasn't as if they had to do much. Say hello, announcements, a welcome, and a thanks.

She stood up, her lavish dark blue robes spindling down her body in a very elegant and graceful manner, and looked upon the students. They quieted. "Welcome! It's dinner, it's Thursday, and I can say for myself and I'm sure you as well that a very highly anticipated rest comes in the form of this weekend! Now, dinner will be served shortly, but I must ask, are there any dire announcements that need to be pronounced in front of the congregation?"

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[Helga Hufflepuff]

Helga kept her head raised elegantly in front of her peers and students. Her hair was in a neat mess tied up on the top of her hair. She had been working hard n the herbology greenhouse and hadn't realized the time, so she didn't have time to make herself glow with the presence she had wanted to.

But she didn't assume the children would mind. If anything, it would displease Salazar. A very picky man he was, never seemed satisfied with the other founders. And his cruelty was often looked down upon by the three, leaving Salazar as an outcast during most decision meetings. Though, Helga understood he meant well, he just wasn't very accepting of different people. And he was terribly too harsh and blunt, even towards the students. But he was also wickedly cunning and intelligent.

The mixed feelings towards all of the founders made Helga uneasy sitting there next to them as Rowena spoke out. Her hair was always perfect, and she did hardly anything to make herself look presentable. Though her intellect sometimes aggravated Helga, as Helga was competitive and often found herself below Rowena's level. Godric was courageous, and he always was passionate enough about things to stick up for himself While Helga was a mere, modest woman who was still a child at heart and was frightened often by, who she liked to call, her superiors.

((Also dear, Helga and Rowana both have Saturday, you forgot Sunday and put Saturday twice~))

[Rowena Ravenclaw]

{damn, sorry, i fixed it =) i love you for postig; what do people not understand by post here or die? *sighs*}

SHE LOOKED AROUND

and saw that no one had spoken up, so she looked to her friends, her best friends, her fellow Founders. They were so innovative, clever, brave, e.t.c., e.t.c.; the list she knew she could continue for ages, but she didn't, because she was busy thinking about how there flaws mysteriously worked together. For herself, she was too quick to make judgments, it was a horrib;e habit of hers that would probably never be stopped. Godric, bless the man, he was devilishly handsome, (and even more so Salazar) but he was on the edge of having an ego. Salazar, he was ... different. Just different, the man was full of ideas but some of them were completely innapropriate. Helga doubted herself all too much, and Rowena didn't know why, she was gorgeous, in a very mundane way. It was the simplicity of her apperance that made it beautiful.

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[Alethea Rwaht]

<sup>Alethea was, to be honest, slightly frightened. The sorting ceremony was frightening enough, what with her just having learned of Hogwarts and its houses days prior, but the castle itself was just so odd and unpredictable. Why, on her way to the great hall, her foot had fallen through a step! It was a very frightening thing indeed. She wasn't sure if she was honored or horrified to go to such a school. She supposed the good outweighed the bad, though, all in all. One of Alethea's favorite parts of the castle so far was the Great Hall.

It was odd that that seemed to be her favorite place, seeing as she rarely ate. The Great Hall was where meals were eaten. The food wasn't what Alethea liked, though. The floating candles, the seemingly missing ceiling (which she later found actually was a ceiling, it was just charmed to look like the sky above). More than either of those, though, Alethea loved that she could look up to see the founders of the school, eating in the same room. They were all so beautiful, Alethea hadn't seen anyone such as beautiful as the adults before her. She couldn't help but wonder if they had used magic to look so appealing.

Alethea looked up as her head of house and favorite founder, Rowena Ravenclaw, greeted the students. Her voice was so nice to listen too, you could tell she was wise, just by hearing her musical voice. Alethea listened intently, her face falling slightly as her professor ended her greeting and announced dinner. Looking ahead of her, Alethea was, as she had been every meal time so far, surprised to see so much food appear out of nowhere. There was so much food on each of the four tables, Alethea couldn't help but wonder where it had come from and who had prepared it. Magic was all so confusing to the girl.

Picking up her fork carefully, Alethea used it to gather a small helping of cold turkey onto her plate, as well as a slice or two of bread. The girl took small bites and munched silently on her food, alternating between turkey and bread. She had always been a slow eater, taking time to eat every last thing on her plate. She supposed the time it took to eat her food made up for the small amounts Alethea always took. The girl never really had much of an appetite, whether it be at home or school. As a child her parents worried over her eating habits, especially because she was sick so often. Alethea was always to young to see the risk though.

Now, she knew that the combination of eating so little and being sick often was not a good one. Being sick depleted her apatite even more than it already was, so when she wasn't sick, Alethea at least tried to eat more than normal. She almost never could though, eating any more than she usually did often made her feel sick and bloated. Bending over her plate, Alethea forked the last of her turkey into her mouth, chewing the rather large bite slowly. When the turkey was gone, she took another slice of bread and ate it bite by small bite. The food at Hogwarts was good, Alethea thought it tasty, she just did not have enough of an apatite to stomach any more turkey, bread, or really any other food at that.</sup>

[Rowena Ravenclaw]

EASY ENOUGH AS

it was to just sit down and eat, Row didn't. She did sit down, but she didn't eat because she was too busy looking around at everyone who had gathered in the Great Hall for food-- to share the one thing they had in common: magic. It was amazing how in a war-stricken and diseased world that a rather large group of people could come together under one great ceiling (that looked dark and starry) and do something as simple as eat. It was hard to pick up her fork when she was thinking about somethin as big as that.

She looked about the crowd; and she could see heads of every color imaginable, red, brown, black, white, blonde, gray-ish, and there was even a blue haired student out there. Rowena chuckled and realized they must have a metamorphosis in their school. She had never really gotten over her excitement at their starting the school, and this castle was just the way they all had imagined it. It was perfect, with secrets they themselves didn't even bother to guess. Thiscastle would be the wonder for so many generations of students and teachers to come.

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[Aíne Kildare]

Aíne knew there were people staring at her, she didn't mind it though, one would have thought that everyone would be used to it by now, but here she was, an older Ravenclaw sitting amongst the black and yellow-clad Hufflepuff first years, laughing a little with a girl that most people knew by now was her younger sister. The older students merely smiled and accepted it as a part of who Aíne was, always looking out for her siblings. They knew that she also spent time over at the Gryffindor table where her brother Aenghus was housed and that he had a habit to visit her at Ravenclaw whenever he got the yen.

The younger students, however, didn't really see how such different siblings: Bold, outrageous, and not so academically minded Aenghus, shy and sweet Hufflepuff Morrigan, very strange (bordering on freakish) Gwenhyvar, and bright, gifted Aíne could by so close. Eventually, Aíne bid Mori and her friends a quick goodbye before crossing the Great Hall to join her fellow Ravenclaws just in time for the head of her house to stand and speak to the gathered students. Aíne listened intently as the majestic woman spoke, feeling small stabs envy. Professor Ravenclaw was the most intelligent, and the most beautiful woman she knew, Professor Hufflepuff coming into a close second. Aíne knew deep down that she'd never even be able to come close to what they were, intelligence and skill at Transfiguration or no. That thought saddened her a bit and she looked down at the food that had appeared before her.

She wasn't exactly hungry, and besides, she felt she needed to lose a bit of weight anyway, the food back home in Ireland was always very heavy and she was sure that she'd gained a bit of weight since being back home.

[Isabella Night]

Isabella stared at the food not daring to put anything on her plate all the Slytherin girls were health conscious not eating it was some unspoken rule only men can eat. The most the girls had was salad and pumpkin juice but even that was measured. "Of course I get put in the house with a bunch of anorexic muggle hating people" she muttered darkly to herself though she was sure no one could hear her. She didn't want anyone to know that she was a half breed she would be kicked out of Slytherin and possibly killed by the pureblood nut.

[Rowena Ravenclaw]

SHE FROWNED WHEN

she saw that some of the crowd was not indulging on food. The food at Hogwarts to was to be enjoyed, and there was a secret that Row felt the need to give to those students who paid enough attention to see it themselves, with their own eyes, to testify if it was real. Rowena Ravenclaw looked down at her plate, which had two helpings of potatoe, asparagus, and meat, and said clearly but quite quietly to her plate, "Pork chops."

The two words were plain and simple, she pictured them perfectly in her mind as she wanted them, and slowly they appeared on her plate, atom by atom, bu quickly enough for her to only smile up at the students who had seen her. If the meal was not satisfactory to them, then they could find something else to eat, right there. Of course HOgwarts encouraged as healthy a diet as was availble to their students, but who was to deny a child chocolate for dinner once a while?

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