The Great Hall was filled with the excitement of the opening ceremony as its students, new and old, gathered to share in the fantastic feast. The room was glowing with the soft candle light shining off the golden plates below. Ghosts roaming between the tables resembled the clouds in the false sky on the ceiling.
At the professors' table sat the most prestigious minds of the era. Professor Flitwick, a small but excitable man and a master of charms, sat on top his piles of books conversing with his neighbor, Rubeus Hagrid. In complete contrast to Flitwick, Hagrid towered over everyone else in the room due to his half giant heritage. They talked of just about everything that they could fit in between mouthfuls. Beyond them Professor Trelawney muttered to herself about bad seeds which can only bloom poisonous flowers, acting as weeds to bring down its fellow flora, killing the garden. Overhearing this ridiculous murmurings Professor Sprout, the herbologist, feeling thoroughly offended, stabbed at her chicken with unnecessary aggression, brows fixed together. At the other end of the table Professor Alastair, specialist in the dark arts who somehow ended up teaching Defense Against the Dark Arts, laughed and jeered with an unamused Professor Snape. While Alastair spoke of an assortment of curses Snape, being the potions professor, silently thought of which poison would best shut this bloke up. And of course at the center of the table was the Headmaster, Albus Dumbledore and his second in command, Professor McGonagall. McGonagall sat upright, thin lips giving the appearance, and properly so, of the strictest professor in the school. However tonight, despite her usual stiff body, her eyes sparkled as they peered through her glasses, reflecting the sky above her pointy, dark green hat. Next to her Dumbledore grinned fully entertained by the mere bustle of the room, all of his students so cheerful and since Harry Potter was not at school this year maybe nobody will die.
He glanced at his favorite table, a mostly biased opinion considering it was his own house, where the Gryffindor students sat. Like a stereotypical high school the Quidditch players all sat together. The captain, Jack Harkness, could be found in the center of it all, jumping from conversation to conversation, grabbing mostly everyone's attention simply with his good looks and then engaging them further with his toxic spirit. Directly next to him was his fellow seventh year players, Nick Fury and Thor Odinson. Malcolm, called Mal by most, sat across from Jack and laughed with Zoe and Jo at something funny Dean Winchester had said. Nearby Mycroft Holmes rolled his eyes at the lot of them.
The table next to them belonged to the Hufflepuff house. Though one of the most content houses the table was rather quiet. Conversations were shared between less people in reserved friend groups. The Doctor, a strange fellow whose real name nobody knew, joked childishly with his best friend Amy Pond. Sam Winchester listened to his friend Becky's summer stories. Molly Hooper sat quietly with Greg Lestrade, the both of them listening to the scrawny boy called Garth. Chuck, to his displeasure, accidently sat between Anderson and Owen who spent the evening arguing like usual. Finally Phil Coulson talked politely with Clint Barton and Wash. Wash, as much as he tried to listen, continually turned around to the table behind them to catch a glimpse of Zoe.
One would think that at the Ravenclaw table where the wisest students sat that they would be having intelligent conversations. On the contrary they talked as any teenagers would, about crushes, complaining about work, planning mischievous outings, and ways to torment first years. Martha Jones and her roommates Anna Novak and Toshiko giggled as they watched their fourth roommate, Kaylee flirt with her long term crush Simon. Inara, who was a year ahead of the other girls and a lifetime ahead in maturity watched her best friend Kaylee from afar hoping that this time maybe Simon would quit talking about his sister long enough to see Kaylee's interest. Since most of the Ravenclaw students had formed friend groups outside of their houses they usually sat with whom they shared a dormitory with. Sadly, three students sat and ate alone: Jethro, Ash, and a creep that everyone called the Master. John Smith, a somewhat loud but not obnoxious boy with strange hair and square glasses, talked with his roommates Castiel Novak, Ianto Jones (no relation to Martha Jones), and Sherlock Holmes. Castiel listened intently to what John had to say with a confused look upon his face. Sherlock seemed thoroughly uninterested in the conversation but he continued to add his opinion every once in a while. Now, see, the Ravenclaw House seemed to be plagued with Novaks. In her fifth year was Anna Novak and a year above her was her brother Castiel. Now in their seventh year were Gabriel and Balthazar Novak. They were the troublemakers of the family. Not trouble as in dangerous, murdering trouble like their brother Lucifer, also a seventh year, but as in playful pranks.
Their brother Lucifer was in Slytherin. He was the only Novak to be in Slytherin house. At the table during dinner he sat with his "friends" Lilith and Azazel. He was more like their boss. Part of a Slytherin characteristic was leadership. However this was always looked down upon from other Houses as just being assholes. Other bosses sitting at the table were Loki Odinson, Dick Roman, Irene Adler, Jim Moriarty, and Cassandra. Each one had a small group of followers to help them carry out whatever they wanted. Jayne Cobb was a bit of a whore and worked for the highest bidder. Usually this consisted of doing their homework or helping them nick some extra food from the kitchen or playing harmful pranks on other students. Lucifer however dabbled more in dark magic. Everyone knew it though none could prove it and his polite exterior could convince just about anyone to forget about it. Not everyone in the house were complete assholes or otherwise unpopular. Some like Donna Noble and River Song were very kindhearted. In fact the two of them were good friends and sat gossiping during the feast. Meg Masters and Ruby glared at each other across from the table, each trying to sit closer to Lucifer than the other. Along with a lot of bosses came a lot of rivalry. It was no secret that Meg and Ruby were in love with Lucifer, always had been. Cassandra and Irene Adler had the traditional pretty girl rivalry, though it was completely one sided on Cassandra's part. Then there were those odd ones, as there are in every house. Natasha was quite alright with being alone but Tony Stark just wouldn't have it. Though she wouldn't admit it she enjoyed his company. Crowley, a rude, angry, short boy was practically a politician or some back alley businessman. While most could see him owning some store in Knockturn Alley others thought that it was far too below his high class standards. Many would assume that he was a rich pureblood while in actuality he was a poor half-blood. Then there was Bella Talbot who today chose to eat with John Hart. The two weren't particularly friends but Bella liked to surround herself with pretty objects.
The night went on until the din of clattering forks and knives turned into a dull hum of content. The students were dismissed by Dumbledore for them to settle into their current home and prepare for the year ahead with a good night's sleep.