Slytherin Table V1.0

[Draco Malfoy]

Completing his margin notes, Draco ate the last of his breakfast and wrote a quick announcement to post on the Slytherin board. That one Bardzecki boy had brought up the subject of quidditch again and he decided perhaps he should convince the males and females of his house a little more when it came to joining the team. After all, they only needed three more students to form a complete quidditch team and once that was gained, they could hold practices and get to honing their skill. He left the great hall with the intent of posting the parchment in the common room and then leaving for a patrol before class one began.

[Draco Malfoy]

Draco took his seat in the great hall and set his things on the table, taking a plate and filling it with typical lunch foods. The lack of hunger was there again but he ate because he knew he had to.

[Draco Malfoy]

Feeling sufficiently filled, Draco stood and left the hall to patrol with his things in hand. He tossed a flirty smirk at a group of sixth year girls gathered around some teen witch magazine and left with the smirk still in place.

[Theodore Nott]

Theo made his way to the table and grabbed some things to eat. He was stopped by a second year who wanted his help in potions. He not so nicely told the boy to bugger off and stomped out of the hall mumbling to himself.

[Amber Smith]

Amber sat down at the table and sighed. She put her hand against her face as she looked around the great hall

[Theodore Nott]

Theo walked in and sat down. Not wasting any time he filled his plate and began to eat, focused on his meal. Half way through he looked up for Arawn and then looked back down grabbing another roll and ripping it apart as he searched for the butter.

[Draco Malfoy]

Draco entered and hid a stumble by "artistically" taking his seat, eyes shifting to and fro as he held his face in place. It would do no good for him to be caught of guard, having just woken up or not. He fought a yawn and gave his stomach another half-glare as he served himself with a few grumbles spoken under his breath.

[Theodore Nott]

"I saw that." Theo continued to eat his roll but looked sideways at Draco.

[Draco Malfoy]

Draco gave Theo a brief glance and held his roll in one hand, knife in the other as he began to slice it clean in half. "Of course you did."

[Theodore Nott]

Theo shrugged and went back to eating stabbing at his potatoes and chicken. "You have a stick in your hair."

[Draco Malfoy]

Draco set his sliced and now buttered roll down as he felt around his blond locks, "I feel no such thi -" There was, indeed, a stick in his hair. He pulled it out gently and tossed it aside, "There's no stick in my hair.. now." He returned to eating, taking a few bites of his lancashire hotpot then sipping at his goblet with none of the usual sense of urgency. Perhaps he would patrol early tonight.

[Theodore Nott]

"Of course not. There would never be something like that in your hair." Theo ate a potato after his had been sufficiently stabbed to death by his fork. "I must have been seeing things."

[Draco Malfoy]

"Quite right Theo, there would not be such things in my hair lest I found myself in the midst of a violent snogging session." Draco sipped at his goblet again and then quirked a brow in question, "Has your food upset you?"

[Theodore Nott]

"I've told you before, your hand does not count as a snog." He continued to look at his food. ""Hasn't upset me. I am merely inflicting as much pain as possible before it meets its demise."

[Draco Malfoy]

Draco snorted and smirked, "A hand? Honestly Theo, I thought you of all people would have come up with a better retort. I need no hand anyhow." Stabbing at his own food, he looked back up to his friend and raised both brows, "I suppose it has its merits.."