Sournois Table

[mme. o. maxime]

This is where you post if you wish to eat with Sournois Students. Below is a picture of how the Dining Chamber looks. Imagine the table longer, and three other tables in the room as well(Cossu, Rouerie and The High Table)...click!

RP posts only!

[valerie]

i know a place where the grass is
REALLY GREENER WARM WET AND WILD THERE MUST BE SOMETHING IN THE
WATER SIPPING GIN AND JUICE LAYING UNDERNEATH THE PALM TREES AND

Well, good morning to you too. Indigo brushed some hair out of her eyes as she glanced over at her neighoring beds. It seemed as though her roommates had already left for thebday. Ah, Monday off. What a nice addition to be added to the school! Relieved for the extra day of peace, she rolled over in her bed and covered her head with her pillow, shielding the light from her window. It seemed as though she just didn’t want to wake up despite it being around eleven thirty in the morning. Oh, the night had had was just included a giant box of Pumpkin Pasties as well as some Fizzing Whizzbee’s and about three jugs of butterbeer and firewhisky. One thing she knew was that she wasn’t going back to any of those weekly Room of Requirement get togethers anytime soon if she valued her brain cells. She felt her head throb a little as she closed her eyes, darkness obscuring any view of anything or anyone else around her. God, she wished she didn’t do those eight shots… they were seriously taking their toll on her brain. She should have at least taken the polished plastic throne up on it’s offer to spill her guts to it, or at least sat down and drunk about eight gallons of water. That way she wouldn’t have so much pain going on that she couldn’t see.

Blinking back a couple of frustrated tears, she slipped out from under the covers. She didn’t really want to miss lunch that day. Tucking some hair behind her ear, she stumbled over to the bathroom where she saw her reflection. She stumbled back a few feet, shocked at how weird she looked. She didn’t exactly look bad, but she did look how she felt. Wondering if this was how she looked at the party the other night, she shuddered. Immediately, she reached for her hairbrush and began to count her strokes through her tangled mop of hair. Taking a few extra breaths, she smiled to herself as she finally saw her regular chic appearance poking through the hairball that had formed above. Next step was the regular routine that involved brushing her teeth and washing away all the gunk on her face and around it. She slipped on some deodorant and pulled her hair up in a tight bun that said she was available but clearly not needy. If a bun could talk. She slipped into a comfortable pair of denim shorts and pulled on a simple white tank top with lace at the bottom. She grabbed her sunglasses and slid them atop her head like a headband.

She stuffed her feet into a pair of black flip flops, letting her bright silver toenails glimmer. Well, not really since they were starting to chip already. Indigo felt no need to fix that. She left the dormitory and entered the common room where she plopped down on a couch and crossed her legs. She picked up a discarded Daily Prophet that lay on the table and flipped through it, getting herself up to date on what has been going on in the Wizarding World since Sunday morning. She smiled seeing as there was only minimal depression going on, and that there was nothing else going on that was going to destroy the wizarding world. That was always a relief. Though she always wondered, in a war between muggles and wizards, how badly would the muggles loose? She knew they would suffer, but would it really be a huge victory? She had no idea if a shield charm could block an oncoming canon ball. It could block other jinxes and objects and stuff like that, but it couldn’t block more serious curses. So what about something as strong as a canon ball? She didn’t linger on the thought though, since she got up and tossed the paper aside. She began to make her way to the dining hall where she began to smell the delicious lunch that was being served to the students.

Licking her lips at the idea of food, she quickened her pace. Within seconds she spotted the Dining Hall and how crowded it was. Sighing, she wandered over to the Sournois Table by the wall and took a seat in a vacant chair near a couple of other students. She began to pile her plate with green leaves and tomatoes. It already looked delicious, she thought as she began to dribble some elf-made dressing atop the salad. Next, she grabbed a few slices of bread and some butter. Nothing like a healthy lunch to satisfy a girl who just woke up from a hangover.

[● ARI , T.]

All night, Arielle could feel this slight pinch of hunger in her throat. She woke up about five times wondering, or maybe even hoping someone would come and deliver some food. She haddent ate anything the day before, and now she was hungry, like she'd never eaten anything in her life. Ari woke up, her eyes unfixed and like a zombie, she wasn't tired, she didn't say a word. She just sat up, like a robot, and walked out of the dormitory. It seemed as if her eyes didn't blink whatsoever, she didn't care, her stomach was rumbling, the poor Sournois girls probably didn't get to sleep for awhile, her belly was moaning and groaning and gasping all night for something that would fufil her hunger.

What was the time of day now? Breakfast? Lunch? Dinner? Ari would eat grass for all that mattered. She sat on the floor, once she was out of the Common room. She looked down at the stairs, she honestly wanted to crawl to the dining chamber, or maybe someone would come and carry her? Endless possibility's streamed through little Ari's head. She slipped down the first step, then the second, followed by the third, the fourth. Until finally she reached the 100th step. Maybe it wasn't exactly 100, but somewhere in the alot of stairs category. She was still in her pajama's getting passed by students looking at her and giggling. Ari couldn't help but giggle herself, after all. She was that pink thing they talked about.

Arielle couldn't remember what happened the night before, it was all blury, but she had a headache the size of a watermelon. She blinked four times fast, her mouth hung open, at the thought of eating. Arielle; still crawling entered the Entrance hall and to the Dinning chamber she went. It was crouded with students eating lunch, it was. She stood up and headed towards the Sournois chamber. She sat down, not looking at who she sat by. The eating utencils were nicley to her side, a goblet was there, but no liquid was in it, she looked at all the food. She stuffed her plate with croissants and then grabbed her fork and knife, then started chowing down. After all her croissants were to an end. She looked to the right of her. There was Indigo Dalton, a fellow Sournois student, Arielle rarely talked to her, but she seemed, kinda nice. At once, Ari's belly was full. "Hi." she said to her.

[rosa]

Cassie, who had been floating around for most of the morning, finally grabbed a hold of her wandering mind and told herself that it was time that she head down to the dining chamber. She wasn’t one to eat breakfast usually, because she had never been hungry enough to eat in the mornings, but still she made her way to the place where the meals were held. She had ensured that she went to bed fairly early the night before, and so, was well and truly refreshed for another day at Beauxbatons. It was such a trip being a witch! She’d never once thought that she had the so called ‘witchy gene’. Her mum was given even more of a scare, however the two had come to terms with things.

The smell of gourmet foods filled Cassie’s nostrils, making her feel a little ill. Everything was ever so rich. She could pick out several distinct dishes to be chosen from, even before sitting down at the Sournois table. The elves had definitely done a good job in preparation! As she took a seat well away from students already digging up their breakfasts, Cassie recalled the previous day and hoped that today would prove to be just as rewarding. She had beaten the score of one of the best players on one of her favourite PC games which had had a positive effect on the rest of her day. Being the competitive type, Cassie had a hard time admitting defeat when it came to most things and was only truly happy within herself when she beat personal high scores and the grades of those around her. She didn’t intend to be like this. In fact, if she knew she was so competitive, she would be sure to refrain from taking this trait to such a crazy extent!

She began to watch the people around her, blinking slowly as she took in the ‘scenery’ as it were. Cassie loved watching people. She found people fascinating. She loved how every single person had their own funny traits and ways of doing things... It made the world a more interesting place.

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[kerriebethh]

"Great," Eva mumbled to herself, her eyes adjusting to the brightness of the outside world. She'd been in her room so long she had to cover her eyes with her hands until she'd gotten used to how bright the upper levels of Beauxbatons were.
She glanced around uninterestedly, realising she hadn't seen Pan, her cat, since she arrived the day before. It wasn't unusual. Pan was a free spirit and hated being around crowds of people - his least favourite places were probably her common room and the courtyard. But, Eva did wonder whether she'd be seeing more of him this term, or whether he'd be out chilling by the lake or stables again like he did all of last term.

Arriving at the dining hall, she slipped into one of the Sournois table seats and sighed heavily at the spread of food in front of her. It didn't look particularly appetising - but then again, it never really did. There was everything she could think of wanting for breakfast; cereal, toast, croissants, porridge, bacon, sausages, beans; you name it, they had it. There was just one problem: Eva barely ever ate anything.

Ever since she was little she'd been taught that even being slightly overweight was unacceptable. Her mother had portioned her food, denying her more when she wanted it. "No, dear, you won't be able to fit into that brand new dress I bought you last week" would normally be her response. It was true, her mother bought her a dress literally every week in the hopes that Eva would actually like all of the frills and lace attached to the hems of them.

Eva almost threw up. No, she hated all of the dresses her mother had bought her, and only packed them for school because no one would see her throw them under her bed and leave them there until the end of term. She'd never wear one, it was out of the question. Instead, Eva would opt for something more relaxing - like jeans and a t-shirt - when she wasn't supposed to be in uniform. It was better that way. If she put a dress on, she'd probably never figure out how to get it off.

Another sigh, and Eva began to slowly add food to her plate. A croissant to start with - a French delicacy. She loved anything French, mainly because only half of her family belonged to France and the other half England. For some reason, they'd made the decision to move to France when she was five, and so French food was mostly all she was used to.

She ate hesitantly. People would probably think she wasn't enjoying her food at all, but she was. It probably didn't help that'd she chosen to eat a chocolate croissant and felt like she was poisoning her insides with every bite, but that couldn't be helped now.

I think I'll go to the Library later, she thought to herself, trying to ignore the stares. The last time Eva had stepped foot in the Library was probably her first year, and she'd been promising herself at the start of every year that she'd visit it sometime. She never had. Books weren't really on her to-do list. She couldn't understand why people sit and stare at pages for hours trying to memorise things when they'd eventually be pushed out of their heads anyway. It was odd.

With the last bite, Eva felt like she'd been set free. She dusted her hands off and glanced around, before gliding up off of her chair and across the hall toward the door. She looked back as she approached it, gazing at the long strips of bacon that no one had even touched yet.

"No," she whispered to herself, jarring her head forward. "No."

[rowan elliot]

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It was a nice and warm summer day and, well, Rowan was yet unsure what to do. There were no classes as the term had just ended and it wasn't as if she had fifty friends waiting to hang out with her on her whim. Frowning in though, she tried to decide what to do as she got dressed and, when that didn't happen, as she made her way towards the dining hall for breakfast. It was pretty common that when she was lost in her thoughts, Rowan would fidget around and her usual sour expression only got worse. That was how she looked when she walked in to the dining hall, one hand toying with the hem of her skirt and the other absently brushing out her knotted hair while she glared at nothing in particular. She usually looked like this, one of the many reasons people didn't often approach her, in fact, no one ever came up to Rowan Elliot unless they had a death wish. It wasn't that she was overly mean she was just cold and that much was clear from her facial expressions and the mood she put out. Plus, she mentally scrutinized everyone and while no one could know that for sure, she made everyone feel as if she was looking down at them (even though she was on the short side and so usually was looking up at people).

It was hard to describe what made her this way but that was who she was and that was what everyone at the Sournois table saw as she sat down to eat. If you asked someone if they expected to see Rowan in the dining room it was more than likely the person would say no, Rowan seemed like the kind of person who would see such things as beneath her. Actually, that was the truth. Rowan wasn't the kind of person who enjoyed eating surrounded by people but after multiple scoldings from the school staff and nagging on her sister, Melanie's, part, Rowan was in the dining hall for every meal of the day. Come rain or shine there she was. She looked angry and uncomfortable for every moment of it, sending glares over the Cossu table (where her sister sat along with Kabriel, one of the few people she did like) and wishing she could be over there since she was forced in to this affair. Sighing, Rowan scanned the table and took in what was being offered today. She had to admit that the food at Beauxbatons was really good, almost as good as her home's chef's food. The house elves out-did themselves with every meal, or so it seemed. Thinking on it for a moment, Rowan reached out and grabbed a piece of toast and a jar of jam, an apple and then sat to sort out her thoughts.

There wasn't much she could do today that would be any different from her normal routine. Usually, she would stay in her room as long as she could (generally until one of her roommates came in or she started feeling a little stir-crazy) and then go outside and wander the grounds with her camera until other obligations brought her back to the castle. One would think such a life would be lonely but it wasn't to Rowan. She didn't like the effort it took to be friends with people, the lovely grass, the beautiful flowers, the gorgeous trees were her companions and to Rowan, that was the life. After school she planned on hiding in a cabin in the woods for the rest of her life, enjoying the silence she had yet to really experience in her life. Then, she would just take pictures until her fingers fell off and her eyes lost their sight because there was nothing that could take Rowan away from her camera. It wasn't even that she liked photography, it was just something she did and she enjoyed the result of it. She liked showing the world how she saw it, being able to put her memories in to a solid things she would have forever. These were her thoughts as she chewed on her toast, glaring at anyone who even thought of interrupting them.

---- 709
---- outfit (right)
---- we've got to get some inner house relations going on! (Although I have to say Rowan is not the best to break the ice with)

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