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Week Name/Date/Time: 'Promises and Plans' / Thursday, October 13th / 12:10PM
Location: Great Hall
Open To: Any, preferrably someone I've not threaded with before? :D
Currently Involving: Tobias, Trefor
Tobias had gone to the Great Hall for lunch. Really, that was what he'd gone in for. Having had a nice -- if somewhat peculiar -- chat with Erik about the stairs earlier that morning, he'd gone to the library, and then decided that he needed food. Going into the Great Hall, however, he noticed the House tables, as if for the very first time.
House tables. Houses. It split everyone up! Even in Tobias' mind, the Slytherins were all bad because they were in Slytherin -- even though he knew that to not be the case. Look at Will! He was a nice guy and Tobias got along with him splendidly, even if he was a Slytherin.
He didn't want to be split up like that. So, after a moment's thought, he decided that he wasn't going to sit at the Ravenclaw table. Nor was he going to sit at any other table. Heading for one of them (he wasn't sure which one, perhaps the Gryffindor table), he grabbed a plate and some food, and piled it high, before turning and plopping himself down on the floor.
In the middle of the Great Hall.
A statement? Perhaps.
Location: Great Hall
Open To: Any, preferrably someone I've not threaded with before? :D
Currently Involving: Tobias, Trefor
Tobias had gone to the Great Hall for lunch. Really, that was what he'd gone in for. Having had a nice -- if somewhat peculiar -- chat with Erik about the stairs earlier that morning, he'd gone to the library, and then decided that he needed food. Going into the Great Hall, however, he noticed the House tables, as if for the very first time.
House tables. Houses. It split everyone up! Even in Tobias' mind, the Slytherins were all bad because they were in Slytherin -- even though he knew that to not be the case. Look at Will! He was a nice guy and Tobias got along with him splendidly, even if he was a Slytherin.
He didn't want to be split up like that. So, after a moment's thought, he decided that he wasn't going to sit at the Ravenclaw table. Nor was he going to sit at any other table. Heading for one of them (he wasn't sure which one, perhaps the Gryffindor table), he grabbed a plate and some food, and piled it high, before turning and plopping himself down on the floor.
In the middle of the Great Hall.
A statement? Perhaps.