Slytherin is Not Synonymous With Evil (Harry Potter RP, open)

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    Eventualy, as the sorting took its time, Veloce got bored from reading and took out her wand. She grinned as she moved it a bit, thinking about dueling and transfiguration clases, her favourite ones.

    Heather noticed Veloce take out her own wand and smirked, making a small movement to catch her attention. Personally, she liked Defense Against the Dark Arts and Potions best. Defensive, and offensive, magic came easy to her, and Potions was just fun.

    Veloce turned her head and saw Heather trying to catch her attention with her wand. Jokingly, as if they were in a duel, Veloce moved her wand as doing Tarantella charm on her opponent, without speaking the words out loud.

    Heather was delighted and grinned, twitching her legs a little on purpose. Then she made the wand movement for Anteoculatia, the antler growing hex. She grinned, not saying the words of course, but picturing Veloce with antlers in her mind. The girl had to stop herself from laughing out loud at the ridiculous image.

    Veloce changed her face expression to a shocked and panicked one for a moment, then smiled. She was about to get her revenge, but at that moment she saw the food finally appearing as the sorting was over and motioned time-out with her hands.

    Heather nodded and smiled before turning to her food. She put little on her plate, mostly fruit based things, saving room for desert. She loved pudding and cream, and Hogwarts had all sorts of those at the feasts.

    Veloce soon got her plate full of grilled meat and some sweet fruits. She smelled the wonderful scent it created together and began eating, quickly, as she always did.

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    "I had no reason to be
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    IC;; Ignazio strolled into the Hreat Hall with his friends from the train, late because their carriage had decided to lose a wheel on the way up to the school, and Ben -the idiot- had somehow managed to scare away the thestral while fixing it. But that was in the past, and now they entered the Hall with cheery faces. It was a bit disappointing to have missed the Sorting, but Zio was glad that they at least hadn't missed the food. He got to the Ravenclaw table fairly quickly, and he and his friends eagerly made themselves at home, eating as much food as they could possibly manage, and then adding another plate on top of that.
    It was during this time that the Italian let his gaze wander over to the other tables. He examined a few Slytherin girls acting rather childishly and play-dueling, some Gryffindor guys eating even more than he had, and then back to the Ravenclaws, his eyes meeting those of some curious first years who felt no shame in watching him. He gave a little smile, then returned to his meal.
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    Veloce noticed some Ravenclaws coming in late, but didn't pay much attention to that. She was discusing the last Quitdich game with few other Slytherins. Veloce herself didn't take muchinterest in sports, but sometimes went to a game or two.

    Heather glanced up with interest as the Ravenclaws entered. She wondered why they were late, and sat still, watching them for a few moments as they sat down. She blinked and looked away, listening to the conversations going on further down the table. She could hear Veloce talking about Quidditch, and the people next to her were discussing which classes they were taking that year. She listened to them idly for awhile.

    ''So this year should be easy. I'm not taking Potions or Astronomy, have only two electives, so that leaves me a lot of free time,'' Veloce bragged to others, then took her goblet, full with apple juice.

    Heather leaned sideways to join in the conversation. "Out of curiosity, what are you planning on doing, once out of school?" She genuinely was curious. Usually such a comment would have come with some sort of barb, or sarcastic smirk, but for now she would refrain from judgement.

    "Probably something with mystical creatures," Veloce replied comfidently, "And you?"
    She drinked the juice, waiting for an answer.

    Heather nodded. "I'd like to become an Auror, I think. Catching dark wizards would be fun. But also, maybe as a sort of side job, I suppose, I want to change things. Change how the world is run. Make it better." She met Veloce's eyes and popped a grape into her mouth.

    Veloce shruged, deciding not to point out just yet that a Slytherin is going to become an auror. She noticed that some of her friends had a similiar reaction and smiled, deciding to change the subject, "So do you like Quitdich?"

    Heather shrugged. "Not really my thing, I guess. I'll go to the matches to support the team, but I wouldn't try out." She paused to drink from her goblet. "I'm comfortable enough on a broomstick, just not competitively."

    "Not bad," Veloce ndded, "I someties play for fun and go to some matches."
    She sliced off a bite of stake an ate it, "My name's Veloce. and you are...?"