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[gossip]

The worst New Year ever and it was May already. She wasn't allowed to write a single thing again. She was disappointed to say the least but she'd get her revenge on Dumbledore and those that had complained too much. It was jut a harmless gossip page. 'People aren't dolls, you can't just play with them and put them back in the box'. Ugh, Rita hated that man sometimes. She wasn't playing with them, she was merely writing the truth. Like at the moment, Remus Lupin had yet ANOTHER girlfriend and she wasn't allowed to report on it, what was more was she wasn't allowed to report that this girl of Remus' cheated on him with a SLYTHERIN! What the hell!? Why wasn't she allowed to let people know all this? They were living in the castle with these cheaters and idiots so why couldn't she just let everyone know?

Rita sat herself down at the Slytherin table. It was lunchtime Saturday afternoon. There was no Hogsmeade weekend this weekend so the great hall was packed with students, all of which had something going on and Rita could hear them all gossiping. Merlin she wanted to just write everything about them! They all thought they were better than the people they were busy gossiping about but Rita knew the truth, they all had their secrets, like Espinoza over at the Gryffindork table, she had so many secrets she'd literally die of embarrassment if she realised Rita knew them all. Still, keeping secrets was good, it meant that she could blackmail people later in the future, maybe once out of Hogwarts, it could potentially help her to get amazing stories to help her desired career at the Daily Prophet.

Getting herself something to eat and putting it on her plate, RIta slowly started to eat what was considered lunch at Hogwarts. If she had it her way they would have only the best chefs catering for her and the Slytherin table. Well, they'd tried to convince Dumbledore of it before and not only that they'd all said that they would pay but no, Dumbledore had of course refused to serve them anything that could even be remotely enjoyable. Instead it was all school dinners worthy of muggles. It was disgraceful really, Rita sort of wished it was a Hogsmeade weekend so that she might actually get something semi-delicious to eat not the crap they seemed to serve day after day in the great hall.

Cutting up her apricot chicken, Rita inspected it carefully before popping a slice into her mouth. The chicken was tender and well cooked, but a little too dry for her tastes, but Rita always found something wrong with every little aspect of her meals at Hogwarts and this meal was going to be no different she thought as she tried a little bit of it all. Her rice was too sticky, the vegetables were overcooked and the apricot sauce was not sweet enough and still, she was forced to eat it or starve and starvation really wasn't a good look for her, she'd tried in petition of better meals but no such luck. She ended up passed out and in the hospital wing.

Pouring herself some water, Rita refused to drink the pumpkin juice, she was sure the house elves that worked in the kitchen made it themselves and she was not impressed by that. She detested the fact that they touched her food, even if they wore gloves and had clean hands they were still vile little creatures only good for cleaning the crap off of her shoes. Rita sighed and took a small sip of her water from her goblet. Hopefully someone would come along and keep her entertained considering listening to gossip was just too much of a harsh reminder of the Gossip Page job she'd loved and lost.

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[tanith]

Whether or not it was a Hogsmeade weekend didn't matter much to Tanith Malfoy, and hadn't in a while. The fifth year had been thinking of almost nothing but OWL's for the past month or so. Being, admittedly, a bit of a geek, exams were at the foremost of her mind. Now that it was May, she spent most of her Saturdays (and Sundays, mostly with the other five days of the week) hidden under a mountain of revision, only ducking out from the library or her dormitory for lunch or dinner. This Saturday was no different. Tanith would have thought that surely all fifth years were studying as much as her, but today, with it not being a Hogsmeade weekend, the dormitory was busier than usual. But OWL revision hardly seemed on her roomates' agendas. In fact, by lunch Tanith was only halfway through the Arithmancy revision she had planned for the morning, but she had learned a lot of gossip from the loudly chattering girls in the room. By 12.30 she decided to give up her fruitless task, and throwing her Arithmancy textbook and some spare parchment in her schoolbag decided instead to grab some lunch before studying in the library, where she wouldn't be tempted to shuttup her gossiping room-mates by shoving socks in their mouths.

And speaking of gossiping room-mates, if it wasn't the gossip queen herself, Rita Skeeter. Tanith felt her lip twitch slightly as she spotted Rita and plonked herself down at a free spot opposite the girl at the Slytherin Table. Usually, Tanith avoided Rita Skeeter like dragon-pox, but today was different for a couple of reasons. Firstly, with it not being a Hogsmeade weekend the Great Hall was busier than a usual Saturday lunchtime. It was a choice between sitting near Rita, or lodged between a primal Macnair and Mulciber who appeared to be guffawing over some list they were scribbling. Tough competition but Rita won. The second reason was that Rita didn't scare Tanith as much as she had done previously. She had lost her weapon, as it were, the gossip column she wrote monthly, which Tanith had featured in unfortunately a few times. Why it had stopped no-one was entirely sure, although Tan had heard whispers (gossip, appropriately) that Dumbledore himself had put a stop to it after complaints. Whatever the reason, Skeeter wasn't half as frightening without her quick-quotes quill publishing lies for the whole school to read.

With that in mind, Tanith smiled sweetly at the other blonde, who was picking sour-faced at her apricot chicken. "Cheer up Rita, it might never happen" She sounded much more cheerful than she personally looked or felt, pale and stressed out over exams, but in typical Slytherin fashion, seeing Skeeter pissed off had made Tanith's dreary Saturday just a little bit brighter. Passing over the apricot chicken judging by the expression on her dorm-mate's face, Tanith settled for an old favourite, fish and chips with copious amounts of ketchup. Pumpkin juice. Followed by cheesecake. Mm, Tan personally couldn't understand why people got so snotty about the food at Hogwarts, it all tasted perfectly fine to her. "Oops". Wiping a stray spot of ketchup off her shirt (her vigorous tapping of the bottom of the bottle had got more on the table, with possible splash-back on Skeeter, than on her fish and chips), Tanith flashed Rita another polite smile and tucked in, letting her eyes wander around the hall. Revision breaks with fish and chips and people-watching. What could be better?

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[severus snape]

OWLs OWLs OWLs. It was all anyone seemed to think about. Indeed it was all he could really think about. He was never seen without a sheaf of papers and parchments or poring over some hugely unnecxeaaarily complicated diagram about the night sky and what he could expect to see where for every night of every day of every week of every lunar cycle..st cetera et cetera. He hoped he could perhaps learn all the constellations off by heart so that if something should go horribly wrong in his practical exam, he would still be able to blah his way through the test and hopefully still achieve those top grades that he had been fixating on since he had got his first humbug at the muggle primary school for being able to read his sentences properly.

But oh god....what if he failed Potions or Defence?! He'd go mad! And all his dorm mates compared their results with his ones whenever they had a surprise test sprung on them. And the almost nausea he had experienced when he'd recieved one of Kettleburn's lowest ever marks in the Care of magical Creatures mock practical assessment had never quite been forgotten.

He'd started off in the common room, but when Walden "Wally" Macnair and Hilary "Dont ever call me by my first name just call me Mulci" Mulciber had started sniggering and then full on laughing raucously he'd snapped at them. They didn't have exams this year, but they were stopping him revising! It didn't matter that he thought revising was quite similar to cheating and that people should learn it right the first time, because it was his OWL year! It dictated his entire future! And they were sat there...LAUGHING!

The marginally less dense of the two, Mulciber, had picked up on the fact that Severus had been nearly apoplectic, or he'd been frightened by the way his hair was sticking up at the side from where he@: been gripping his own head while propping it up to try and read more advanced transfiguration laws in case the exam spring one question containing them on him and they'd wandered off. Though that may also have had to do with the narrow miss of a temporary castration charm that had been aimed at Mulciber after the thick sixth year had attempted to seduce his older second cousin by grimace-winking at her and then presumably saying something entirely uncharming and exceedingly lewd and innappropriate.

Severus hadn't stopped for meals or sleep since ten o'clock last night. He'd got so worried that he couldn't apply simple third year charms theorems that he'd spent the night doing the entirety of every exercise in three different books. The exams were driving him mad and he knew it. It was when he noticed that some of his house-mates were complaining that it wasn't a hogsmeade weekend that he realised how long it had been since he'd eaten. But then once he had realised, had thought about how empty his stomach must be and how hungry he should be the crippling hunger pangs had set in and he'd grabbed the most pertinent papers before heading to the great hall.

He probably looks to be suffering for period pains to anyone who'd passed him on his hurried journey: clutching his stomach, groaning a little when he thought he was out of ear shot and snappin irritably when he wasn't.

But finally, finally he had reached the great hall and the smells of such a wide variety of foods assaulted his over-large nose as the sounds of forks and knives on plates and chattering voices assailed his ears. With a long stride like his it was quick work to find his way to the table, back set against one wall as he performed an odd skippin maneouvre to get one long lean leg over the bench and then sit down straddling it while he sorted his papers into a pile an put them down on the table. Just before they touched the wooden surface he spotted the strange red-orange glob of tomato sauce. He pulls back the papers as though the tomato condiment had been fire and not simply a dip. He almost flew into another fit of redfaced spitting rage whn he realised that he'd be shouting at girls. Blonde girls. One of whom was at worst an ally at best a friend and one who was at best an ally and at worst a gossip mongering snide commenting cruel hearted bitch. It mostly depended on whether the latter blonde decided it was his fault that he was picked on and bullied or whether it was James Potter's.

He realised he was still glarin daggers at them both with his legs spread wide by the smooth wood of the bench. He quickly swivelled to face the table and put his papers down. This time they were carefully not anywhere near the sauce and slightly further from Tanith since it was clear she had been the one who had been overzealous with the ketchup.

He then realised that he should say something. And probably not something about exams because he'd overheard someone referring to Malfor as a ball of repressed sexual frustration and exam nerves. And he wouldn't say anything that could be used against him or twisted to mean something else when the former gossip queen of Hogwarta was so near. He needed to say something harmless and not too obviously socially awkward. Good luck with that. Maybe he could manage something relatively harmless and only marginally socially awkward. Something relevant but almost witty? A light seemed to come on in his mind, or perhaps a lumos, depending in which half of his mind controlled his speech. He hadn't decided if it was the Muggle or Wizarding half of him that did that yet. But he had decided what to say. . So he addressed the girl currently in possession of a large amount of red-sauce.

"If you shake the ketchup bottle, none'll come and then a lot'll."

[gossip]

Rita decided to pay no attention the the crowded great hall. This sucked. She had no friends really and the prospect of making friends seemed as far fetched as thinking that she had some already. Rita was a people sort of person when she was on top of the world, but right now she as off of her worldly dominating pedestal and down with the menial rift raft that quite frankly, were happier than she was, and that was a painful sort of experience for Rita, nevertheless, she would be back on top one day, she had a couple more years left at Hogwarts, but who was to say she couldn't spend that time writing? It was her passion after all and she was damn well good at it ... maybe, just maybe, in the last two years she would be here, she could write a book. The in's and out's of the life of a Hogwarts student. The last two years, all the gory details. The food, the classrooms, the lessons, the professors and the students themselves. Oh how wonderful life could be once the book came out! Everyone would know what Hogwarts was really like! They would know how much the school had gone down hill and what mischief went on with the students and the Professors. Sex in the classrooms and down by the lake, sneaking out for booze at the local village of Hogsmeade and worst of all, student teacher relationships that were less than approvable by society. Minors and teachers? How hideously horrifying the parents would find that!

Rita smirked to herself and pushed her rice about her plate a little, oh yes, she would spend her summer holiday planning her book, keeping a diary for the next two and a bit years, documenting her life at school and the build up for her fabulous book. Dumbledore may think he had stopped her and her quick quotes quill, but nothing could stop Rita Skeeter and to make sure she could get all the juicy gossip, she was going to apply herself to transfiguration, a lesson she was already good at and become and animagus. Next year at Hogwarts, she was going to take advanced Transfiguration and she was going to be the best student the school had ever seen.

Looking up abruptly from her plate with not a hint of a smirk in place, Rita saw a fellow fifth year Tanith Malfoy. Oh brilliant, she thought to herself sarcastically, a muggle-lover thinking she was better than the great Rita Skeeter. There was once a time when Rita thought Tanith might just be worthy of her company, but that time had passed a while ago and now, Tanith was a muggle loving witch that would bring nothing but shame to her family once Rita's book was published. Yes, Rita would be focusing a small chapter on her dorm mates, especially Tanith considering her heritage and the joy she took from muggles.

"Such words of wisdom you bless me with, Malfoy." she said sarcastically, scooping her fork through her rice and popping it into her mouth in a most lady-like fashion. However when Tanith decided on fish and chips with copious amounts of tomato sauce, Rita rolled her eyes and held back a growl in the back of her throat as it splashed at the two of them and on to the table between them. Brilliant. Rita pulled out her wand and stared cleaning herself up. It was surprising how often she got covered with food in the great hall, she pissed a lot of people off and most of them tended to get her back with mashed potato in her hair, hot soup down her dress, all sorts of ways, so Rita had learnt a nifty little cleaning spell to get it all right off.

Hearing Severus' voice Rita looked up from her now perfectly spotless dress. Ugh he was a creepy kid. A muggle lover too though he seemed to have some very dark friends, Rita wasn't quite sure what to make of Severus Snape but she would be sure to keep an eye on him, see if anything happens with him that she might just be able to expose, he was sort of bordering the fence between being good and being bad and to be honest, Rita had no idea which way he would go. It was clear he fancied Evans but it was also clear that he hated Potter and his Marauders and would kill them in a heartbeat, and it wasn't just a playful sort of 'kill' them, it was a brutal, bloody sort of really kill them as painfully as possible.

"Merlin Snape, couldn't you think of something better to say?" she said, rolling her eyes at how pathetically stupid the boy had just sounded, taking a muggle saying and applying it to starting up a conversation. God how ridiculous, this book was going to be easy to write if it was filled with how ridiculously stupid the students were and how Hogwarts wasn't really teaching them anything but how to be a complete idiot in society.

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[waldemar]

Honestly? Waldemar didn't know what people were fussing about. Exams. Pfah.
Oh, yes, okay - sure. He was studying. A lot. But he wasn't afraid of his exams, he just needed to pass them in order to leave this damned school and go back home. It had been Waldemar's main focus for the last few weeks: pass exams and go home. He had secretly been arranging his return to Finland, he had tried to work out who had bought his parents' home (his home) and had happily come to the conclusion it hadn't been sold. It was still in his parents possession. Good, that made everything all the easier. On the other hand, it would make it easier for his parents to find him and demand his return. Well, at least it would do for the first few weeks, and then he could have a decent look around in the neighbourhood for a job and a home.
Waldemar wasn't so stupid that he ignored the fact he'd need a job to maintain himself. He didn't like looking at himself as a snob, but let's be honest - he liked luxuries. He liked space, he liked good food, he liked decent clothes and maybe he wouldn't be able to buy the same quality as he was used to, but he wasn't going to live in some godforsaken treehouse, no matter how 'close to nature' that was.

He hadn't told anyone, not even Dorcas, though he didn't doubt that she knew. Waldemar had mentioned it to her, he had even invited her to come with him and the invitation still stood. He wouldn't mind if Dorcas came along, she was a very agreeable person who might grow to be a good friend.
Waldemar looked round the Great Hall (he had come to lunch - surprise!), but as he couldn't find her, he decided to sit down at his own house's table.
He heaped some food onto his plate without really looking, only to realise it were fish and chips. Hm. Oh, well - it wasn't like it'd make him fat, it was only one plate and Merlin knew he got enough exercise. Besides, he'd never had fish and chips before, so this was a good opportunity to have some before going back to the country where they ate fish the way it was supposed to - not deep fried.

[ed]

Ah the week end. The end of the week. made sense to call it that really. He didn't have to do any work [well he did, but Flitwick's essay could hold for a couple of days at least], and there weren't any really serious quidditch matches. Just him, his comfy bed and-

BZZZZZZZZRRRRT!

He jumped, fell out of said comfy bed in a pile of bedclothes, tangled up in them like a straitjacket as he fought to free himself. No work, just him, his bed.... And his alarm clock. He'd set it to wake him at about midday, wouldn't want to miss lunch, but he could do without the hurried dressing and showering for breakfast. True to form, the magical clock had made the loudest possible noise, and was still making it. He fought free and staggered to his feet, underpants dangerously low. Grabbing his wand from his trousers he jabbed the clack and it finally, finallly sstopped bzrting at him.

He dressed in summer clothes, shorts and a half open shirt. Yes, he did look at his reflection, and yes he did look good. He wasn't going to deny it now, was he? His hair was still a mess though. ah, that could wait. He grabbed Diggers' hair potion thing and used it to style his hair, Diggers wouldn't mind. Or at least...he wouldn't know.

Prepared for lunch, Ed slipped on a pair of sandals, fastened them, and went his merry way upstairs to the great hall. IT wasn't as packed as eh had expected, and was frankly, nromal. Just how he liked it. HE grabbed a plate, some chips and took the ketchup bottle just as Hayman reached for it. And then he sat down to a well-deserved lunch. After all, with all the sleeping he'd been doing he must have been tired, so he must have done considerable exercise, so he must have burnt calories, so he deserved lunch. simple logic really

Now normally, Ed would sit with the hufflepuffs. But he'd seen that guy again, The new one. Well, not so new anymore. but that didn't matter. What mattered is that the new boy, who wasn't so new really, was on Ravenclaw table. So, Ed sauntered over, hands in the pockets of his outrageously short shorts.

He left his plate at hufflepuff table and helped himself to a chip from the new boy's plate, sitting down next to him and straddling the bench.
" 'alright?" the muggleborn nodded with a sly wink and then held up the pilfered chip. "Thanks by the way, I'm Ed. Edward Stenwick, but Ed to my friends."

[waldemar]

Frankly, Waldemar was there to eat and eat only. His housemates weren't paying him any attention, as they apparently thought he was stuck up and snobbish or something. Well, it was the other way round - they were terrible people, not him. Waldemar knew he wasn't flawless, but he did know he was, generally, a good guy; so if they thought it was his fault, the answer was simple: they were wrong.
It was boring, though, no conversation during lunch. Not even polite conversation, and Waldemar hated polite conversation, but even that would've been welcome.

Little did he knew that entertainment was making its (or actually: his) way towards him.
He hadn't been paying much attention when suddenly a blonde in shorts flopped onto the bench next to him and 'stole' one of his chips. "'alright?" Waldemar couldn't help but smile slightly at the wink and shrugged. "Go ahead, wouldn't want you to starve," he commented a little dryly.

"Thanks by the way, I'm Ed. Edward Stenwick, but Ed to my friends." Waldemar chuckled softly and swallowed before asking: "So - do you consider me a friend?" He had heard about Ed, Dorcas had told him the boy was a manwhore sort of person. Back then, Waldemar had thought that was a little disgusting, now he was inclined to see things in a different light. He was going to leave soonish, if he was going to have some fun (which he did sort of intend to, actually, if he got the chance) he might as well have it with this boy, who seemed the no-strings-attached sort of person.
And no, he wasn't introducing himself yet. Ed was an unconventional person, so why should Waldemar stick to conventions? They had the entirety of lunch to exchance names. And maybe something else. Or maybe both. Besides, by now every student knew either his name or referred to him as 'the Finnish bloke' or something. Who cared about names, anyway?

[tanith]

Tanith's lip twitched slighly at Rita's retort. It was clear she was even more grumpy than Tan had anticipated, which was all the better for cheering her up. Still smirking, Tanith took a gulp of pumpkin juice and shrugged breezily. As Rita's usually vicious quips went, her opening remark was surprisingly weak.Tanith was beginning to think she had lost her touch, probably something to do with lack of practice. With her silver-tongued gossip page out of circulation, Rita was a lot less scary. During their last altercation in Hogsmeade, Rita undoubtedly had the upper hand, and Tanith had always avoided one-on-one conversations in their dorm. Most people did in fact - like Tan, Rita seemed to spend a lot of time alone. Perhaps they could have an affinity if one didn't avoid the other like a plague of fibs. Unlike Tan, Rita was scary. Well, used to be scary. "Ooh." Tanith teased, feigning a shiver (and probably getting ahead of herself in taking joy in Rita's assumed misery). "Speaking of 'words of wisdom' Rita, I haven't seen your delightful column in a while. Not that I miss finding out new things about myself, but you look lonely without your quick quotes quill.."

Alright, so most of the cool appraisal sent Rita's way was directed towards her plate, but Tanith was reasonably proud of herself. She'd gotten better since her last attempt at calling Rita out, which had backfired quite a bit, at least so she thought. Thankfully though, Tanith was spared having to come up with more witty underhand comments with the arrival of a very frazzled looking Severus Snape. She quirked a brow at his appearance - she had caught her own reflection in the knife as she sat down and wasn't exactly looking good herself; intensive revision had left her paler than usual with birdsnest hair and dark circles under her eyes. But beside Severus she looked the picture of health (which, if using that scale, unfortunatey made Rita's appearance goddess-like). Did that mean that he had been revising more than her?! She strained her memory, but at the minute her head was jammed with formulai and charms and ingredients, and she had no time to wonder whether Severus had left the library before or afterher the night before.

"Wow, you look -" she stopped herself before saying awful (that was no way to make or keep friends) "Tired. Maybe you're studying too much" In other words, maybe you should take a break and give someone else a chance to get an 'Outstanding' in their OWL's. Severus itseemed, had jammed his head with so much examine revision that he was now speaking in rhyming couplets. Tanith snorted a little, wiping the splashback of ketchup near Severus in an apologetic way. "How poetic" Her quip, unlike Ritas, was not grumpy or unkind. She rolled her eyes, jerking her head in Skeeter's direction. "She's in a bad mood" That much was obvious, but Tanith worried that if Severus had lost the ability to speak in prose then he may need the small things explained too. She shrugged at no-one in general, watching he plate of hastily eaten fish and chips disappear before grabbing a jam tart. "Well, I thought it was a funny rhyme"

[severus snape]

A flush of pink appeared high on Severus' cheekbones. He opened his mouth to respond but only managed to gape at Skeeter for a while, too hungry, too tired and too nervy to do anything other than resemble a goldfish. He shut his mouth again and looked down at the plate in front of him. DAmn it all...empty.

He turned his attention to the other blonde, hoping she hadn't thought he was a complete nutter. He stared at her for quite a while. She looked like hippogriff shit. Not literally, but definitely metaphorically. She was probably revising too. He thought back to last night and remembered passing her on his way out of the library last night. From the looks of her she'd stayed there all night. HE wondered if that was a more effective strategy of revising. It was certainly effective at making her look like she'd been pulled through a hedge backwards and then beaten up a little. HE didn't have enough mental capacity to spare any for tact at the moment and kept staring at her, bags under the eyes, crazed hair that almost seemed alive, and slightly glazed OWL-fever look.

He was vaguely aware of her speaking to him, or at him, and manaeged to refocus enough to listen to her. "Oh." Was all he said in reply. THen her realised that you were always supposed to respond to a woman's reamrks about your own appearance with a compliment of your own. "Uh...."HE blinked and looked her up and down. What could he say? HEr breasts were looking slightly larger today? Theey were...but that was probably sexual harassment... and worse, what if she took that to mean he was calling her fat? How about, you have nice legs? No that was still lecherous. HE kept staring at her, doing a passable impression of Mulciber in a Transfiguration lesson. "Uhm....."
"Your hair looks nice?" It didn't really. But it was the best he could do given the circumstances.

He winnced a little as she wiped red sauce away and referred to his inane rhyme. Now it was his turn to stare at Skeeter. She did seem to be in a bad mood, but no worse than normal. To be honest he could never tell. And he didn't really care what he was supposed to say to her, ecause he was hungry. Very hungry. HE slid a bowl of mushy peas towards himself, spooned a huge amount onto his plate, layered chips on top of that and then toped it all off with a piece of fish. He couldn't find his fork, so he twisted off a piece of the fish, dippped it in the green mushy peas and then ate it. Oddly, that seemed onlty to make him hungrier and he picked up a few chips, giving them the same treatment. MAybe he needed more mushy peas actually... HE spooned more of the green mush on top of the existing pile and then resumed eating. The fork was probably knocked to the floor or along the table slightly, but he didn't have time to look for it. HE intended to eat himself to fullness and then go back to revising. HE just knew he was giong to fail Care of Magical Creatures.

[gossip]

Tanith seemed to have found a spine and some balls as she talked back to Rita. Rita smirked and didn't mind, she enjoyed a little snipping competition every now and then and even though she didn't exactly feel up to it right now, she was willing to give it a go for the muggle lover. "Don't you go worrying that little muggle loving brain of yours, Tanny." Yeah, she'd resorted to taking the piss out of her name but using an alternate pet name. "My quick quotes quill is still getting plenty of work and I'm still doing plenty of writing, just keep your eyes peeled, you'll never know what you might find, written by yours truly." Rita felt a little smug and straightened her back a little more, if that were at all possible. She probably looked as though she hand the long end of the broom shoved up her anus, but she didn't care, she was better than Tanith and wanted the blood traitor to know it.

Rita awaited some witty retort from Severus but nothing came. The silly little turd thought of nothing to say in response. Rita rolled her eyes and continued on with her apricot chicken, pushing it about her plate, inspecting it before eating. Merlin the food in this place was terrible compared to what she was used to at her. Now Rita's mother was the best cook there was but then again, the woman was wickedly horrid when it came to giving her daughter a name. Rita Waynita Skeeter? Couldn't the woman torture her some other way? In fact did she have to torture her at all? Rita didn't know, all she knew was that she was making her name known, or at least not the middle part. She kept that hidden, she was just glad her mother didn't make it her first name. Now that would have been an embarrassment, but still! People would quake when they knew she was near, as soon as her book on Hogwarts was done, no one would mess with her, she'd get her dream job and live the life she wanted.

Tanith started talking nicely once more to Severus, only when she got to how he looked, she sort of went AWOL and lost her words, so Rita decided to help out "Terrible." she said, looking at Severus just as Tanith decided to use the word 'tired'. Tired didn't even begin to describe Severus but then again, Tanith didn't look much better, but with them both sat near Rita, of course they both looked shocking, still they could have done something, dressed up a little, tanith could have applied a little make-up, Severus could have at least showered but whatever, at least they made Rita look even more fabulous. Really this lunch was starting to become a little better. Rita was starting to feel better about herself and looked across the table to the Ravenclaw table. Ed Stenwick was there. Now he was quite the cutie for a muggle-born but he seemed to be paying that new guy some attention, interesting. Still, she couldn't write much about it now she didn't have her column but she didn't care, or at least she tried not to let it bother her but clearly it was.

Severus complimented Tanith's hair and Rita snorted. She choked a little on the last of her rice but managed to swallow it properly before giving a small chuckle. "My goodness you two are both horrid. Severus, do everyone a favour and shower. Tanith, god only knows where to start with your flaws." She said, rolling her eyes. Okay, so she wasn't in quite as good a mood as she felt she had been, but insulting people was fun, though she should probably be a little careful, both Tanith and Severus were in her house and year and Tanith could do any number of things to her in her sleep, though Rita didn't really think that far ahead. She tended to say what was on her mind regardless of the consequences. That was probably another reason as to why her column no longer existed. Her poor baby.

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[Sirius Black!]

The day was lovely, and the little skirts were beginning to come out again. Sirius wasn't about to complain - this was his favourite time of year. However, he made his way to the Great Hall like a good boy. He felt like he hadn't been keeping up with as many people as he should be. He felt like he lost touch with his friends, and he felt quite guilty about it. In fact, when was the last time he spoke to Lena either? She no doubt must have started seeing someone else.

Regardless, he entered the Great Hall, and his eyes fell upon no one that he cared for. A bunch of Slytherins with the exception here and there. The only people he wanted to see would be at the Gryffindor table... and that particular table seemed practically empty. He could see Snivelly at the Slytherin table but decided to not take the bait. He sauntered over to the Gryffindor table, unable to ignore his stomach any further. Sirius immediately grabbed at everything within arm's reach, hoping that if he stayed in one place for long enough, perhaps his friends would find him.

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[Lena Marie Becket]

Clothing: (she's wearing the beige top)click meeee

Lena woke up that morning and the first thing that came to her mind, not surprisingly, was the exams. She'd been so stressed over them, so out of everything but the exam studies, that she hadn't seen or spoken to pretty much anyone outside of her professors or Remus for the last while. She'd been talking to Remus because they studied together still. They were great study partners because, if she couldn't figure out something, he knew it and vice versa. So it worked well for them. But this was the weekend and Lena knew she had to relax or she might end up pulling all of her hair out and that wouldn't be a good look for her at all. So she got dressed and headed down to breakfast, not expecting to see many people. She noticed quite a few slytherins were around but that wasn't even something she'd care about.

Lena shrugged and turned to look at her table, fully expecting it to be empty. So, when she saw Sirius there, she blinked in surprise and had a moment of 'freak out' wondering what she should do. Considering what the last time that had seen each other was like, she didn't know what she should do. But after a moment she decided to just go ahead and be brave. She'd missed him, in every way, while they couldn't talk and she didn't want things to stay like that before they left on break. So Lena sat down on the seat across from him and said "Hi Sirius." Nothing spectacular, but it would do for now. Then she noticed just how much food he had surrounded himself with and raised an eyebrow. "Did you suddenly grow a third stomach?"

[tanith]

Okay, so Tanith wasno positive that Severus had been revising more than her, judging on the fact that he appeared to have lost the ability to speak. Not that he was ever particularly gifted with brilliant social skills, but he was now communicating with both herself and Skeeter with a mixture of nonsense rhymes and 'uhhs'. She weighed this information in her mind for advantages and disadvantages whilst gnawing thoughtfully on a ketchup soaked chip. On one hand, if this was a side-effect of revising more than herself, then that was obviously a bad thing, and she would have to spend all night tonight in the library again to match him and any other hard-core OWL students. On the other hand, he was screwed for oral tests if this happened, and part of the DADA OWL was indeed oral and practically based. The compliment on her hair jolted Tanith from her thoughts, and she snorted skeptically. Either he was being sarcastic, or he was trying to lure her into a false sense of security so he could distract her from her revision. Well she wasn't falling for that. "Er, thanks. You too" She nodded distractedly at his own hair, although the compliment was as foolish as his own. Her hair looked as though she'd been on the wrong end of a stunning jinx. His looked like he'd dipped in the fat used to fry their chips.

Next to Rita, Tanith mused as she tried to observe them all as discreetly as possible in the cutlery (without Rita catching on because Merlin knew her ego was insufferable enough), both herself and Severus looked like shit. Speaking of Skeeter... apparently the self-professed 'Gossip Queen' couldn't keep her mouth shut for two minutes without passing comment on the other two. Tanith stabbed her last piece of cod violently. "You really should watch your mouth while you're eating Waynita" She replied coolly, annoyed by the Tanny jibe. "You might choke on that chicken and die before you even get to OWL's." She despised the addition of an 'Ee' on an already horrible first name, but she had spied Rita's own middle-name inscribed on her trunk in first year, and 'Waynita' was ten-times worse than 'Tanny' (although maybe a little better than 'Snivellus'). Muggle-lover was probably just as bad, Tanith realised belatedly, and she checked over her shoulder to see a third year (two years younger than her, the prat!) sniggering at the nickname. "It's slander like that that cost her her poison-pen newsletter" Tanith informed Severus, although loudly enough for Rita to hear.

She would rather not have got involved in a bitch-fight over the table with Rita in front of Severus, even if she did want to stab the other blonde in her smug face with her fork. Instead, Tanith set her jaw and pulled a large slice of cheesecake towards her now empty fish and chips plate. She was blissfully unaware that she was now thinking along the same lines of Waynita herself, namely of attacking her in her sleep. She had oftend entertained this idea in the past five years of Hogwarts, but had always chickened out at the last minute when it came to spiking Waynita's numerous hair potions with frogspawn or burning her drafts of the precious newsletter, mostly because she expected the other girls to side with Skeeter once they woke up and kick her out of the dorm... Mind you, Rita had never been particularly friendly with the other girls. Or anyone. Not that Tanith was very surprised by that. Who would want to be friends with Rita Skeeter? Thinking about more hypothetical potential sabotage on Waynita's things, and that soon it would be Summer and she would have have two whole months free of the cow was cheering Tanny Tan up already.

"Are you worried about Herbology?" She asked Severus in a much happier tone, content to address him now and completely ignore Rita, even though they all shared that particular class. Maybe if she talked about OWL's enough, Rita would get bored and stalk off somewhere. Although knowing Waynita she would find way to steer the conversation back to a topic of her preference soon enough.

[Sorry she's being so horrible about Rita XD -whacks the tan-]

[severus snape]

Severus was still eating when he heard the insult that was so infuriatingly eloquent. He consoled himself with the fact that come OWLs, Rita would be failing. Or so he hoped...What if she was revising too and sleeping....No..it couldn't be...could it? He forgot to chew his last mouthful and winced as a chip slid in what felt like it's whole unbitten form down his oesophagus.
"I do shower!" CAme his late indignant reply. Every other day. It was enough. oh...wait, had he..no. He'd forgotten to wash today..so it was his third day on the one shower...
His train of thought was rudely interupted by Tanith's strange reply. He stared at her with a very confused look for a moment before looking back at his mountain of food and continuing to eat it.
"Pass 't redsauce?" One hand stretched out towards TAnith and the bottle of ketchup. HE could probably have reached it himself with his gangly limbs, but he didn't want to reach past Rita in case she stabbed him with an eating implement. The fact that he was just on the tail end of swallowing a mouthful had resulted in the word 'the' being lost, making him sound every bit as northerner as he was.

He watched the argument starting to develop in front of him, almost inhaling a chip at the revelation that Rita Skeeter's middle name was Waynita, and some part of him wanted to cheer them on, because some OWL grades in more subjective subjects were graded by percentile, and two lower score could push his own score up a grade boundary. And in COMC he needed all the help he could get. Not that he'd asked for any help. Or would. Even though Silvanus Kettleburn had offered to help students requiring assistance...

A question rather than an insult piqued his interest and he looked up to find TAnith focussed on him. THat in itself was unnerving. What was worse is that even as he said,"Pardon?" HE realised what she had said. And that he had forgotten, for the third consecutive day to check his practical herbology assessment.
"Not really. Why? Are you? It's okay to be worried about exams." LAst time he'd killed his plant by putting it in the darkest corner of the greenhouse, because there it would have more space to grow outwards. THe one before that had been over-watered after being left thirsty. Surely if you skipped a day then gave twice as much the next day it would work? No? Well how was he to know? THe textbook didn't say that it would just die. Why couldn't there be formulas in herbology?!

HE leaned towards TAnith slightly, "uhm...do you want to revise Care of Magical Creatures together?" As though he hadn't revised last night, And the one before.

But seriously, it was OWL year.