Gobstones!(OPEN)

[Ursus Black]

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Ursus Sirius Black was a strong believer in the old Adage: The more, the merrier. The boy loved being surrounded by people. To hear the steady murmur of voices, to look around and be surrounded on all sides by the familiar faces of his friends and schoolmates. He also enjoyed being in the Great Hall, which was alight with a thousand floating candles and warmed by the blazing fires in each of the large ornate fireplaces.

Smiling serenely the young Ravenclaw tilted his head back and looked up at the enchanted ceiling high above, watching the large fluffy snowflakes come floating down.

Winter had come to Hogwarts, bringing with it the first snow storm of the season. All Herbology and Care of Magical Creatures Classes had been canceled until further notice. Likewise, Flying Classes and Quidditch Practices had been suspended as well. While the last bit especially had been met with displeasure by many of the children, the free periods that the cancellations opened up in the students schedules were not unwelcome.

Ursus was supposed to be having Care of Magical Creatures Class right then. Instead he was sitting with Hesta and Elliot Banks, Alexis Cromwell, Jack Bardock, and several other friends from various house, at what was normally the Gryffindor Table...

Matthew Padmore was supposed to be coming soon. The young Hufflepuff had begged Elliot to save him a seat and had then run off half ways in tears trying to get to the library to check out several books he needed for an Essay for Defense Against the Dark Arts. (Which he was failing currently due to poor grades on his practicals...)

Ursus watched as Caitlin Lusk walked in, narrowly missing slamming into the Slytherin table, her nose (as usual) stuffed in a book. Raynard Bardock who had entered behind the girl managed to reach forward and turn her at the last second. Leading to many a raised eyebrow, since when did Slytherins help Gryffindors?

...Though then. Raynard was strange all the way around. It was probably due to his younger brother being a Gryffindor that he didn't show the proper amount of uncaring disdain for them... Or so the Rumor Mill spun it...

Ursus looked down at the picture he'd been drawing. It was a picture of two Hippogriffs playing in the snow. It was a little childish in its execution, but still, you could clearly tell what the animals where, and sort of tell that it was snow and not sand or water that they where romping through... The boy went back to the task of shading the snow, so that it looked more like snow.

"You should add a tree or two with snow on the branches." Alexis said around a mouth full of scones. (There were bowls of Christmas candies and other pastries at each table, along with pitchers of Milk and Spiced Pumpkin Eggnog, and small cauldrons of Hot Cocoa and warm Apple Cider.)

Ursus frowned a bit, "Trees?"

"Ya know, in the back ground." Alexis said, taking a big gulp of his Hot Cocoa.

Ursus looked at the picture... It did look awfully bare behind the Hippogriffs...

With a shrug he started to draw a tree, ignoring as Caitlin sat down nearby and started a conversation...

"Evening Rubeus, how did your last class go?" Caitlin asked sitting down. (Having finally lowered her book long enough to find her way over.)

"This is me talking"
'This is me thinking'
"This is someone else talking"
"This is any non-Human thing speaking"

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[Severus Snape]

Snape came to the Great Hall, he was not one that greatly looked for comfort or company of others, yet do to the storm of the year at least so far, it was best to be here for at least doing so would mean that, he could keep an eye on more students simpler then to run around the castle & such looking for them, beside it was not his time to look for them, not that if he thought something was going on he would not acted or fallow it up, the students knew that likely the reason so far nothing had happed. He was dressed in his black robes & clothing of the Victorian style cut to it, his robes moved behind him like that of a snake or so it looked, yet when he stopped took on more the look of wings of a great bird of prey.

He watched those here as he entered, before taking a seat more away form people yet not to the point he could be said not be able to hear or speak with others, it was he just knew that his presents could up set people at times & as much fun as it would be to do right now, he did not wish to chase students because it due to the whether.

[RUBEUS HAGRID]

MASS CHARACTER POST

Rubeus Hagrid, unable to be mistaken to anyone else due to his giant size and rather messy hair, was trying to write something on a parchment with one hand, while the other was holding a big mug of Apple Cider. He was chewing some pastries in his mouth. He eyed at his essay for a while then erased a few words from all the messy handwriting of his. He knew he was writing it wrong, but he just couldn’t remember the right spelling of the spell.

He hated writing more than anything else. And now he had to write this extra essay because he didn’t practice his spell casting skill enough. He was too busy with Aragog the other night. The spider had gotten pretty big so he had to give it more food. And he was teaching it English because Acromantula was said to be capable of speaking. Last night, he was sure he heard Aragog said something.

Oh the irony, the one who was trying to teach the spider English was having a hard time writing it.

As he was trying to fix the word for the fourth time, Caitlin sat on the chair on the opposite of his. Looking up at her, he grinned nicely. “Evenin’ Cait. Didn’ have classes, it’s still snowin’ too much ou’side” He answered with a shrug before looking back at his paper. Then, remembered something, he looked up. “Yeh remember how ter write the spell professor Fli’wick taugh’ us last time?” He asked hopefully.

Francis Cromwell was now watching his friend draw the tree for the hippocriffs. It made him want to draw too, but he was not one who was carefree enough to not worry about his bad drawing skill. So he just watched Ursus with one cheek propped on his hand. He was getting a bit bored there. He was supposed to have Herbology at that time and was not happy to hear they had to move the lesson to another day… again.

After a while, he seemed as if he couldn’t handle the boredom anymore. He turned to Jack Bardock, who was sitting on his other side, hoping he could start a conversation for the boredom to crease. He only met the other boy through Ursus a few months ago, maybe it was during December, he couldn’t recall. “So, how was your Christmas break?” He asked. Being in different houses, they didn’t have much chance to talk with each other.

Further away, at the Slytherin table, Horatio Padmore was feeling easily angered at the moment. He wasn’t a fan of Arithmancy, but it was one of the only two subjects he would study. Divination was stupid and Muggle Studies? Ugh… Anyway, so he was given an assignment and so far he had mistaken the same formula to another for the third time. Erasing the whole messed up work, he rolled his eyes in the I-have-had-enough-of-this way.

Looking up with the feather of his quill in between his lips as he was thinking, he saw Raynard was coming his way. Good timing, he needed something to distract him from the damn math. Settling the quill down, he greeted his friend, a little more enthusiastic than usual. “Raynard,” He smiled. “I was wondering where you were.”

Meanwhile, on another part of the Gryffindor table, Colin Creevey just came into the Great Hall. He was as hyper as usual, taking photos of his friends as he ran around the table to greet them all. Even with all the bad news going on in the school, he didn’t seem to be worried about it, or maybe he was trying to ignore it. Others had warned him about the Chamber of Secret legend, yet he was still as cheerful as ever, especially after he got a good grade in his previous class.

The fifth year Gryffindor stopped at a free spot to get himself a cup full of hot cocoa. He attempted to sit down when he saw someone he knew on the other side of the room. Without really thinking it, he hoped out of the seat, hand holding his drink as he ran toward the other person. In his super excited state, his eyes missed the misplaced bench (it was a little diagonal compared to the others) near the teacher table. One of his knees hit the obstacle and he tried to keep his balance but failed. He fell on the floor. The mug slipped away from his hand and…

He heard the horrible sound of the cocoa spilling everywhere, on something, or someone. Colin looked up and was terrified. In front of him was none other than Severus Snape.

“P…professor…S…Snape.” He stuttered for he knew what horrible fate was coming. The hot drink was dripping down dangerously from the teacher’s hair. Usually he was talkative but at the moment he was frozen in shock.