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Title: Slytherins at Breakfast

Contributors: diabolic_davis, pb_prince, lucamoonstone, pb_prince

Edited by: Carla Lute

Posted: 2006-01-07 to 09

Game Date: September 3rd

Disclaimer: No one at Levicorpus owns Harry Potter, the world or its characters. We just like to play in J.K. Rowling’s world.

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Tracey sat amongst the other Slytherins at her table as she watched some devour their breakfast hungrily and others only peck at their food, as Tracey was doing. She simply didn't seem to have much of an appetite that morning, though she wasn't quite sure why. She set down her fork and gave up at trying to somehow find an interest in her breakfast. Everything seemed to be making her feel ill lately, especially when it came to Granger and the rest of the mudbloods at Hogwarts--although Granger seemed to be the one who bothered her most. Tracey rested her chin in the palm of her hand and tried to imagine what the wizarding world would be like without the aberrations of mudbloods, halfbloods, and other disgusting impurities.

"Morning," Blaise said as he sat down to breakfast. He took a piece of toast from the center. "You look thoughtful."

Luca sat at the table, staring at Blaise and Tracey as they made their hellos for the morning. He straightened up, closing the book he had been currently studying. The fourth year had made a name for himself so far by not making a name for himself.

Luca stood up, frowning a bit and stretched, the jingle jangle of jewelry under his robes faintly audible as light glinted off his gold hoop earring. He bowed courtly to His fellow Slytherins and headed over to the Gryffindor table, much to the shock of his own House.

Blaise had asked Moonstone how to work the evil eye the first time he heard him mention it. Moonstone had refused, spouting some tripe about family secrets, and fallen from Blaise's notice since then. He didn't even look up when Luca left the table.

Luca ate at the table, talking with a few of his classmates about the news and events of the school. With his family writing to him everyday, family from all over, he was soon known as a person for world events, not just those in Britain. He had a respect for the Daily Prophet, but to truly understand things one must look at a bigger picture. Such was his view of school, why only pay attention to his own house, when there was stuff he could learn and use from all?

"I have relatives settled in America, they speak that one of their academies is responding to this "internet", since Hogwarts installed it. They are thinking of starting up a course in Technomancy. Bah, rubbish the lot of it. The thought of Muggles creating their own source of magic that they themselves cannot use. Only the Americans would think of such a silly thing."

He paused in thought, jotting down a few notes into a notepad.

"Although the Gremlin has been known to be attracted to mechanical objects for many, many years. There may be something to it, but it surely is nothing to be making of classes for, no? They sit across their ocean, and make up silly classes to teach their students and wonder why they falter behind. No wonder they do not send over their powerful wizards to come here and fight your You-Know-Who Voldemort. Speaking of family I must respond to them. After classes I ponder playing music in courtyard if you would like to listen. Father sent me my Buzuq, I am most excited. Until then I bid you all good blessings."

He sat up and excused himself politely, bowing to the few who he did not mind speaking to. As an afterthought he looked to Blaise and Tracey.

"Tracey, Zabini. May the day find you well." He bowed and headed off to the Slytherin common room to study and send off an owl that is if he could keep that temper of his down...

Blaise thought he heard someone say his name but decided he have imagined it. "Since Draco's not around anymore to summarize, I was thinking about taking out a subscription to the Daily Prophet," he told Tracey. "Who knows, they might actually print something important." He took another bite off his toast. "So what's on your mind?"

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