Relaxation on the table

Jack looked at Andrew with his eyebrows raised.

"'Ou Don liek Schnikurz?"

He asked with his mouth full. of his bar. He wiped his mouth on his sleeve and grabbed the snickers bar back. He examined it for a moment, and stuffed it back in his pocket. He then looked at all his gags, and started stuffing them delicatly into his pockets.

"Nah, I just like pranking and tricking the teachers and the patrol people when I can.I just grew into it."

He explained it, and patted his pockets. He wouldn't be anywhere without his pranks.

Sam walked into the great hall and noticed that it was rather empty, on the most part anyway, there were, of course, people there, just not too many. Most were probably out enjoying the sunshine right now, rather than being here, eating breakfast. Well, brunch, breakfast, really, had passed about an hour ago, but there were still some breakfasty items on the table.

Looking around he didn't really see any familiar faces, but there was an older Gryffindor Boy, and a guy from Ravenclaw... Jack, who had been at the lake yesterday. Smiling he walked over to the pair. "Hey Jack," he said, "Nice to see you again," he commented, his eyes scanning over the various objects on the table. "What's going on here?" he asked suspiciously, a sly grin appearing on his face.

There was mischief in the air, and when that happened, Sam could hardly wait to join in with it.

Hogwarts’ dining hall was dreadful – in fact, if it were not for the room’s size, Nerissa was certain that it would no longer be referred to as the “Great Hall”. The modern form of the word “great” did not apply to the place; far too many students spent their free time there.

Despite Nerissa’s disagreement with the dining hall, however, she found herself incapable of avoiding it; due to the fact that she did not know the exact location of the kitchen, and that she could only go so long without eating something, paying the place a visit twice a day to refuel was something that had to be done.

At eleven-o-clock, it was once again time for Nerissa to make her way to the dining hall to hastily shove breakfast down her throat, and return to her studies- studies which consisted of pain-relieving potions (for the headaches that she continued to experience, despite the time that had passed since her near-drowning in the Black Lake) and advanced Herbology.

Nerissa stepped through the impossibly large doorway that she had grown so very used to - it seemed that everything within the castle was an outrageous size that made Nerissa appear to be even smaller than she already was. Immediately upon entering the dining hall, Nerissa’s eyes locked on the Ravenclaw table, which she walked towards instinctively.

Like clockwork, every activity that the child took part in had become a part of an unchanging routine.

Right on schedule, Nerissa slid herself forward in the chair that she had claimed as her own, resting her arms on the tabletop gently. “Will someone please pass the blue jelly?” Nerissa asked without looking up from the empty bowl before her. Her voice never got any louder than a squeak when she addressed her peers, but the Ravenclaws that were of the same age as Nerissa had grown used to the fact that she had alienated herself from them, and therefore, she did not any response from them other than to be handed her breakfast.