#nsb:starter

[kiran-thakkar]

Kiran was just putting piece of food after piece of food on a large pile of food on a huge plate, collecting some left-overs here and there, especially going for sweet stuff or especially salty stuff. Enough food to feed a small family, or one very hungry - and very stoned - middle-age dude. Last situation in this case. Probably wasn’t going to eat it all, but the smells were great, his stomach was rumbling, and he just thought of everything he wanted to eat and collected anything that was even remotely similar to what he wanted to eat. His eyes were blood-shot and he felt very light on his feet. Also very unaware of anyone watching this hoarding in process. Food so good.

[fernleypark]

Fernley was seated at one of the tables in the Great Hall for breakfast when she sensed an inquiring eye peering over her shoulder. Abruptly, she whipped her head round to level her gaze at them. “What? You’ve never seen a bacon before?” she said, as she put the bacon deep inside the pockets of her parka. Then, with as much discretion as the smell of her heist on her hands, Fernley began to relocate a blueberry scone into her other pocket. “Move to the left a bit, hey? I think someone saw me.”

[snakesanchez]

First day of his first year, and Alvaro already felt like he wasn’t going to fit in with Slytherin. Not because he didn’t think he fit the values of the house, but because he’d already messed up with a 3rd year. Well, it really was only an accident that he spilled some of the chocolate fondue on their pristine white socks, but it happened, and they were not happy. As soon as it happened, seeing as they were not calming down, the boy took a quick leave from the table, and ended up sitting on a bench, outside, with a student he did not know. But it wasn’t long until he spotted the angered third year follow out the door, forcing him to try to cover his face, turning his head to look at the other student on the bench. “Hey, sorry, can you pretend I’ve been here for... say, the past hour? I’ll explain later.”

[erik-grimshaw-blog]

Erik had decided to take a page out of Grace’s book and visit the library to get a look at his required reading before the classes began in full earnest. Yeah, he’s becoming a goddamn try-hard that would probably be better suited to Ravenclaw some days but it’s a good thing to be, he thinks. It’s better than his time at secondary, wasting so much time, so many opportunities. 

Besides, he needs the extra time. He’d never really learnt how to study, even in his Sixth Year he’s not sure he’s got it down yet. Definitely hasn’t got it down because he went in search of ‘Magickal Law ( Revised )  Edition MXVI’ and left with a copy of Folio Bruti and flicking through the magical creatures. Muttering aloud, he forgets after so long in the usually empty Magical Law section that he’s not supposed to, y’know, talk at full volume to himself and pace around, let alone do all of this in the library.

The Hinkypunk is a little one-legged creature and ... “ looks as if it is made of smoke. It carries a lantern with which it lures travellers into bogs. Is it fuckin’ born with a lantern? How — why does it need a lantern? Fuckin’ magic...”