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[The ADMIN]

So, this is how it works, in every section there will be one board for members to roleplayer in. After it gets too long, an admin will lock it and a new post will be created.

DO NOT MAKE YOUR OWN THREADS!

[gryfindork]

Hermione took one step into the Great Hall and was instantly slapped in the face by a wall of sound. Students were bustling about, chatting and giggling. Who couldn't love Hogwarts? Everyone was so happy here. Even if he-who-shall-not-be-named threatened to take it all away. Hogwarts, at least in her mind, was perfect.

The Gryffindor finally made it to her table, sliding into an empty space on one of the benches. That was the problem with coming to breakfast late, you usually had a tough time finding a seat. But today Hermione got lucky, she managed to find one.

Without warning, an English Muffin flew past her head, buttered and all. A short second later the words "FOOD FIGHT!" followed. Hermione glanced around, eyes wide. "Oh no..." She muttered.

[Rolf Scamander?!]

Rolf had just sat down from getting his tray of food. He ate slowly until all of a sudden food was being thrown accross the room. He held a plate infront of his face when he heard "FOOD FIGHT". He got something thrown to the back of his head and it meant it was on alright.

His nostrils flared, but he knew it was just a game. He picked up a small piece of buttered bread and threw it accross the room and suddenly hit a girl Gryffindor.

He covered his mouth and whispered to himself, before sitting back down and chuckling.

[gryfindork]

The Gryffindor girl slowly turned, eyes wide. The buttered slice of bread slowly shook loose from her fizzy curls as she turned to find the culprit. Why couldn't she have been granted the chance to run away before being hit in the cross fire? Hermione wanted nothing to do with the food fight, now she was in it. Her gaze met that of Rolf Scamander's and she knew he was to blame for the bread and butter in her hair.

"Rolf!" She shouted.