<strong>Crystal Renn, matron and nurse (NPC)<br/>Maxwell Albenshire (Ancient Runes Teacher) </strong><br/><br/>Once the cheering and confetti were no longer the main focus, all of the tables have been filled with food and anyone who wasn't busy chewing, was engaged in conversation. Some did both at the same time.<br/>At the teachers’ table professor Albenshire was having a casual conversation with Crystal about their summer vacation and what they hoped from the new students of this year. She was certainly paying attention to his words, but her eyes casually followed the students’ table, a habit she developped throughout the years.  Maxwell always assumed she was watching them worried that some students might get indigestion. Most table accidents had more to do with the older ones magically playing with their food to show off to the first years, actually. Not to mention that every year there was at least one Slytherin whose ‘welcome trick’ was just a tad more deadly than the last opening feast.<br/><br/>She glanced over to the Gryffindor table where Edgar stood and gave a slight smile before focusing on professor Albenshire again, looking straight into his eyes.<br/><br/>“…so then I have something planned for the extracurricular activities this year, decided to try a new approach to make my class less..unapproachable to my students. Some of the fifth years started a club two years ago, maybe it’s time I make use of it myself to promote that Ancient Runes are “hip and fun” as kids say nowadays.”<br/><br/>“That’s a saying older than you are, Max” the matron replied smiling, “no one uses it anymore. How’s your wife and Jamie, weren’t you transferring him this year?”<br/><br/>“Diana decided to stay abroad with him for another six months and only then..maybe. He isn’t very keen of leaving for the UK soon .”<br/><br/><strong>Name:</strong>Charlize Renard<br/><strong>House/Year:</strong>Gryffindor/4th<br/><strong>Bloodtype:</strong>Pureblood<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Great Hall, Hufflepuff table<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Edgar<br/><br/>A mass of curly red locks was constantly swaying from left to right and back again as Charlize directed the conversation in her group of friends regarding the Squib Rights March that took place over the summer in London.  Michael Bubble, the 6th year Gryffindor Beater was generally opposed to any kind of march, finding them absolutely useless and noisy, something which triggered Loreena’s anger – she had a squib in the family. Charlize gave arguments for both sides, mediating the conversation so that it wouldn’t turn from a simple argument into a full-scale war. Having two important players from the Quidditch team at each other’s throat couldn’t be a good thing, even if it was just the beginning of the year – or maybe precisely because of it.<br/>She looked around the table for backup and again ended up gazing at Summerby. Her loss of focus on the conversation almost caused the start of another Wizarding War – at least that’s how she’ll relate things back in the dormitory later on.<br/><br/>Eventually things settled down and Charlize was able to greet Edgar properly, but instead of waving, she directed the tip of her wand towards him and<div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button"> Magical confetti dice roll</div><div class="spoiler_body">Roll Result: Charlize Renard rolled: 3d6, keeping 3 dice<br/>Comment:<br/>Result: 5, 1, 4,<br/>Total: 10<br/></div></div>.<br/><br/>A boom of red and yellow pieces headed straight for Edgar and Mori, landing on their clothes and plates.<br/><br/>