December 4, 2024 – 7:43 PM
Charles Hutton — Played by Gin
20 December 1894 - The Great Hall, Christmas Dinner Feast
As much as Charlie was starting to enjoy his time at Hogwarts, he was also ready to go home. Having his own room with his own space was something he greatly missed, because sometimes the other first years could be loud when he was trying to sleep. He missed his mum and his brothers, the latter who didn’t really write to him all that much despite their promises that they would – Charlie had a
lot to tell them about! Uncle Anthony would be there too, and he was excited to recount the first few months at Hogwarts, with a few embellishments of course.
All that stood between him and going home was this feast. Charlie was sitting at the Gryffindor table, his eyes flickering around the Great Hall as he soaked in his first Christmas feast. Every surface was decked out in sparkling garlands and lit candles, and someone had even enchanted the ceiling to make it seem like it was snowing inside; he was happy it wasn’t real snow because he really didn’t want to sit in the cold while trying to eat. It would just melt and make him miserable. He
was kind of miserable though, if only because Ignacio was sitting almost right behind him, looking as smug as ever while piling his plate high with food.
His stupid smirk was bothering Charlie. What did he have to smirk over? No one liked him. Maybe Charlie ought to let him know loud and clear how much he was disliked, and maybe he shouldn’t come back after the break. The food on the long table in front of him was overflowing with Christmas delicacies that made his stomach grumble. It was while he was pouring over some cranberry sauce, bright red and
very goopy, into his turkey that he had a grand idea. Lips twitched into a smirk.
Charlie grabbed a spoonful, pretending to serve himself, yet under the table he flicked his wand to send the sticky glob hurling through the air, straight toward Ignacio’s robes. He turned, head tipped to the side to see if it hit its mark. That would stain for sure.
Ignacio Sidonia
January 4, 2025 – 11:54 PM
Ignacio Sidonia — Played by Fox
Christmas. Navidad. Año Nuevo. Home.
Nacho wasn’t sure how exactly he was feeling now that his first term at Hogwrats was wrapping up. He’d made a few friends, and bullied, harassed, forced coerced a few others into being his friend, but it wasn’t the same as being with his family. He missed his Papa and he wondered idly if any of them missed him. Letters had been sparse the last few months, but then again, he hadn’t really expected much. Hogwarts was a long way from Spain.
The last activity he had to manage with some semblance of grace and poise before returning home however was the feast and he was starving. This term Nacho had been doing excellently in his etiquette class; Aunt Lucy would have been proud. So, deciding it didn’t matter if he over-served himself a little bit—given the facts— he went about piling his plate high with everything good in sight. (Mostly sugared things, a few savories for the show of it.)
It was just as he was raising a spoonful of cherry tart to his mouth that Nacho felt something splatter against the back of his head. It hit him cold and wet, right in the scalp. Almost instantly, without even looking, he knew who to blame.
Expression darkening, the little Ravenclaw set down his utensils and turned in his seat. He wiped the back of his head with his napkin like a proper upperclassman and sniffed in his cousin’s direction. “Congratulations, you’ve perfectly captured the spirit of a poorly trained circus monkey.” Then, for good measure, he wrinkled his nose. “If you’re trying to start a food fight, at least commit to it. This half-hearted nonsense is just embarrassing.”
January 5, 2025 – 8:53 PM
Last modified: January 6, 2025 – 12:22 AM by Charles Hutton.
Charles Hutton — Played by Gin
Silently, Charlie cheered when the glob hit Ignacio right on the back of his head. It served him right for being such a jerk this year, and it wasn’t his fault if karma was finally catching up with them. The young Ravenclaw wiped his head before turning his attention toward Charlie, who scowled the moment their gazes met. Of course Ignacio was ready with the insults, although he was doing just as well as Ignacio was in etiquette. (Only because he didn’t want to be as unsophisticated when people were comparing them.)
His lips turned into a frown as he leaned forward slightly. “I thought Ravenclaws were supposed to be creative, but that insult was as lame as they come.” Of course it was the opposite of what he thought, but Charlie wasn’t going to admit that aloud. Blue eyes flickered with anger, and before the Gryffindor could stop himself (Ignacio always was able to quickly get under his skin), he was getting up from the long stool of his own table to go stand next to Ignacio.
“You want a food fight?” He snapped, reaching ahead of him to grab a handful of mashed potatoes that he quickly moved to shove in Ignacio’s smug stupid face. Hopefully his aim was good enough without being able to actually see what was happening. “Then you got one.”
