Edmund had never been one for the rules. Hey, life was short: break some rules, live on edge, create some chaos. Besides, the table rules had always seemed a bit absurd to him. Everywhere else in the world people were allowed to mingle for meals. Okay, maybe Ryan had influenced his dislike in the separation by table, but still. It had to be one of the few times in Ryan's life where Ed had to agree he was right. I mean, maybe, scientifically, separating them by table wouldn't increase rivalry, but meal time was a bonding thing. At least in his house, so he had grown up seeing it as such. Whatever the case, Edmund found himself in the Great Hall for lunch. He couldn't say he had many "friends" from the off. The main group of people were more like annoyances than friends. Add Ryan to that and it was a "stay away" zone, complete with caution tape. No, whoever managed to have a civil conversation with him became more like an acquaintance that he kept at a distance. He looked up the Ravenclaw table and managed to spot Rhiannon. They had been talking in the courtyard before... and had kept it rather civil. So why not?

Edmund walked over to the Ravenclaw table with head held high, and a "I-Don't-Give-A-Crap-I-Dare-You-To-Say-Something" attitude. Give 'em hell. He was still in his Gryffindor robes, so a few heads turned, but he ignored them. Haters Gonna Hate. Gods, his brother was rubbing off on him. He probably already had a bit of a reputation, given his sling shooting and hexing and detention-ing, but whatever. He felt it was all worth it in the end. Target practice, spell practice, and justice/revenge all rolled into one. What wasn't to like? He didn't think there was an actual thing where he could get put in detention for sitting at the wrong house, but right now, he was beyond caring. Edmund sat down across from the older girl. "Hi Rhia," he smirked. "Edmund Simons. Incase you forgot again."

OOC: HAI o.o
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There was always talking at the lunch tables so it was nothing new to the black haired girl, who had taken to ignoring the people around her in favor of some book. She found greater interest in the book she read than the people around her. There were so many sheep ready to be teachers pets in Ravenclaw, and the other houses had their own things that she really couldn't stand to be around them for too long. She hated to peg any one by something silly like skin color, hair color, religion, or even what house they were in. Though she had to admit that sorting hat did a rather decent job setting similar people in to the houses. She could sometimes see herself in Hufflepuff, where her older sister had been while she was here at school. It was also the house she could stand the longest.

The muttering seemed to get louder around her, though she seemed mildly unaware as she left her book to hover in place as she ate. Flipping a page once in a while once she comprehended the page. Sometimes it would take multiple readings, but she didn't mind it so much. A familiar voice coaxed her from the isolation as she pushed the book down onto the table. "Yes, thank you. I'd forgotten." She said with hardly an emotion in her voice. It was the same general face she started out with until someone peeked her interest, which Edmund had done it when last they met. "So you've actually done it, and so soon." She said with a slight smirk, it looked like somewhere down the table the perfects where standing up looking over at them. Rhiannon hardly glanced their way.

Edmund didn't mind noise. He had learned how to block it all out. It had kind of been a necessity when living where he did. Ryan being, well... Ryan. Lila crying. There was only so much noise and high pitched stuff Edmund's ear drums could take. So he learned how to ignore things: people chattering, things breaking, fire alarms (okay, maybe not those), professors giving lectures, professors disciplining him, his parents disciplining him, older students chastising him, younger students chastising him, the whole nine yards. In a way he supposed it let him concentrate on what he actually wanted to do. On the down side, someone could tell him something important, and it'd just go over his head. Now though, he wasn't blocking out anything of importance, he was certain. Just students' chatter while eating. If he was in the mood, he'd talk a bit at his house table or in the common room, but mostly he was on the quieter side. Unless he was sassing, arguing, or found someone he could actually stand to talk to. So far, those people had been far and few between, but there were some.

Speaking of those "some", Edmund watched as Rhia's eyes slowly detached from the page of the book she was reading. He thought everyone had a bit of Rhia in them. Forgetting names. Heck, he couldn't remember half of the people who had introduced themselves. Some people were good with names, others weren't. He was on the "weren't" side of the ability. At least Rhia had given him warning. One he actually remembered. "As expected," he said, matching her voice in turn. He was pretty sure he could feel eyes staring at them, but he didn't even look. "Yup. Well, I have an opportunity three times a day, so why not?" he smirked.

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Listening to what she wanted, hearing bits of conversation that would catch her ear, that small bit of training she had gotten on the streets had only helped her in school She had already gotten used to picking out certain sounds, cars, chatter about food, and when people would be leaving on vacations. Her name also happened to be high on her warning list, things she would catch no mater how deep into her book she had driven herself. That and the ever potent Watch out! was something she seemed to recognize. Though funny enough her eyes caught nearly everything that happened around her, so such a shout was hardly necessary. Some people who didn't know her name has started to call her Belle. She didn't pay much attention to it, and hardly even noticed they did it. It wasn't her name, no point in trying to recognize when someone called it out. Lucky for her not many Rhiannon's went to this school.

"Will you be coming for dinner and breakfast too? Maybe Ravenclaw will have a chance at the house cup this year." Sometimes with how often Slytherin and Gryffindor would get in trouble, for this reason or that, she wondered how they managed to win the house cup so often. Ravenclaw had it's fair share of troublemakers too she supposed. She had some how managed to get herself caught exploring the forest her first year here. Simply too curious, and there were those large leathery horses there. She liked them. Thestrals. Of course she liked nearly every type of animal and magical beast. She took a roll and sliced it in half with a knife, that most certainly was not Hogwarts silver wear, and skewered some of the near by meat with the same knife putting it in her roll. "It's clean, I promise." she said wither he asked about the knife or not. She'd stopped caring about when people would turn her in for having a knife, and in general the other Ravenclaw's didn't notice it anymore. "You're on the Gryffindor team right? I don't actually watch the matches I just noticed your name on the plaque thing."

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"If I want," Ed shrugged. "Maybe. It'd certainly be a change up." Edmund honestly didn't know why (or how) Gryffindor and Slytherin managed to get the house cup. Gryffindor, full of trouble makers, and Slytherin, full of bullies AND trouble makers. He knew he certainly didn't add to the points. But then you had Ravenclaw: home of the intelligent and law abiding, and then sweet old Hufflepuff who worked hard and gave their loyalty and yadda yadda yadda. In all honesty it didn't make sense. What did make sense in the magical world? Answer: nothing, because it was magic. Even though he had gone to the school for five years, it still didn't cease to amaze him. Growing up non-magical would do that. Of course, his after did give displays of magic around the house on a nearly daily basis, but he and his siblings were sworn off it until they got to Hogwarts. Magic at Hogwarts, non-magical at home. Kinda balanced out. Ten full years of non magic + summers. Then seven full school years of magic and possibly even for the rest of his life.

He gave a slight shrug as she cut a roll and some meat with what looked like a personal knife. "Even if it wasn't, it's your food." In all honesty, he didn't mind. He thought it was kind of cool, her having a non-magical weapon in here. Or just a non-magical personal effect. Sort of like how he had his sling shot. Sure, he could of enchanted it, but that would take away the whole skill of it. The frustration or running out of pebbles, or the pride/disappointment upon hitting or missing a target. The process of setting up and executing the shot. The entire process of sling shooting screamed non magical, and that's how he grew up with it. So that was the way it was going to stay. He nodded as she asked about the Quidditch. "Yup, beater. Did fairly decent on a broom, and then I realized I could be flying and trying to hit people with bludgers. Win, win," he smirked.

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“Close proximity to food you might eat. I know I'm rather picky with those kinds of things.” minus the fact that once she got to know you there was a high possibility of her stealing food off your plate for the heck of it. Without a care for what germs you may or may not have. Of course there were certain cases she did avoid it, mostly in the case of certain diseases you didn't get better from or with life threatening issues. That was so few and far between though. It was also the reason she accidentally spread strep throat around her house, how was she to know she was immune to it and just a carrier?

Knives and other bladed weapons were just kind of her thing. She carried the butterfly knife on her wherever she went, but she had much more than that at her house. Katana, gladius, naginata, machete none of which she was allowed to sharpen like she wanted. Heck the naginata didn't even have an edge on it, and her brothers would dull her machete cutting away some plants at the farm when they'd get too high for the machines. She loved her family, and she had adopted them just as much as they adopted her, but sometimes she wanted to smack them with a rolled up news paper. Oh wait she did do that.

After she let out a little bit of a laugh several people near by stopped and look at Rhiannon. All of which she ignored completely. “Yeah, my sister was beater for the Hufflepuffs the first two years I was here. I don't know if you played her, but her arm was better than any of the guys.” she sounded a bit proud, and there was a smile on her face as she talked about her sister. “She might have been Hufflepuff but she loved to derail people on their brooms.” Her sister Aiden was a great fighter, and one of the strongest people she knew. Maybe it was because she accepted the fact she was a werewolf, without thinking it was a curse like the Ministry kept saying it was.

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Edmund scoffed. "Eh. There are hundreds of us. Germs flying already. Whatever." And it was true. Shared buffet style like this with not even the glass things they had at non-magical buffets? Someone was bound to get sick from someone else. He had gotten his fair amount of colds, stomach viruses, and strep from his siblings because they were the type to just reach other and grab things off his plate. They just conveniently forgot to tell him that they were sick. Edmund found out for himself within the next day or so. Besides, they were family. Shared food or not, one of their jobs was to be around each other so much that they got each other sick. That, along with annoy each other, keep each other sane, keep the peace between the other two (usually Ryan), and use others as target practice. Of course, Ed used softer pellets if he decided to nail Ryan or Lila, but they were still pellets.

"Kudos to her. That's pretty cool," Edmund nodded. May've played her? For the first two years of Rhia being here... so that meant her sister was only there for Ed's first year. He shook his head. "Ryan may've known her because Hufflepuff. That, and he goes to the games every once and a while. I didn't join the team until Fourth and I don't think they've allowed another First year on the pitch since Potter." A smirk flickered across his face. A Hufflepuff who liked to derail people? His kind of person. "Well, that's all the perks. Let out pent up aggression." True, beating could help, but he had plenty of other outlets as well. Like playing the piano (aggressively) or shooting things. He, Ryan and Lila played mock Quidditch. Roles got confusing with fourteen positions between two teams and only three people, but they made it work. It usually became him against the other two. Or just him against Ryan when they were younger. In that case, they had to do everything. "Is she continuing to play, or was it just a "only for school" kinda thing?"

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Rhiannon looked at the food on the table, to be honest he had a valid point. Open air food all across the table, no sneeze shields over them. She looked at the roll she had been eating and put it down on her plate. She'd get over it in a minute, but right now it simply was not appealing. She wondered if she actually had some kind of germ phobia sometimes. Then she remembered it was probably more of a people phobia and she just went on with her life. People were pretty gross and sometimes simply intolerable if you asked her. Perhaps the reason she wasn't a Hufflepuff despite her rather obvious views on how people should be treated equally, or how she felt like everyone could be loved by someone. Yeah, she'd have liked to be in Hufflepuff. She heard they had the best chairs in their common room, not to mention it was by the food. Midnight snacks every night.

She gave a bit of a shrug at his comment, she hadn't ever actually found out what year he was in. Now she knew, a fifth year. That would have been the reason she didn't recognize him from any of her classes, but considering her pattern it wouldn't have been surprising if he was in every one of her classes since first year. Heck she still didn't know the people in her house that she'd been with for six years. “Hey maybe you were a prodigy, I don't know.” she said with a bit of a smirk “Yeah, she loved it. Aggression, and I think her favorite games were vs Slytherin. Absolutely no idea why.” she ended with a hint of sarcasm to complement her normal lack of emotion. Though she loved her sister she wasn't the normal loveable hugging Hufflepuff most people knew. Sometimes she could be a little bit of a book nerd, and that was probably what got her into teaching.

“She still plays sometimes, but it's just a fun sport for her. She went into teaching for a living, it was a bit difficult to get her into a teaching position but she got it.” With how the Ministry had started treating Werewolves like criminals even though they did nothing wrong doing anything was difficult. Even finding a place to live! It was utter hogwash to her. Aiden did perfectly well taking her potion to keep from going on a rampage, and she did a fine job with the terrible effect leading up to the full moon as well.

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Edmund couldn't help the slight, amused smirk that flickered over his face as Rhiannon put her roll down. His mom had always chastised him for improper comments at the dinner table, but oh well. If the person couldn't stomach words while with food, he wasn't sure how they lived. Yup, Losing Potential "Friends" 101 with Edmund Simons. He could also probably give sling shot lessons too, but that was beyond the point. Not many people showed interest in a non-magical weapon when they had, well, magic. Sure, the Ministry was a jerk and wouldn't let them use actual offensive stuff, but he could still do his hexes on people. A piano, hexes, his sling shot, and rock pellets. That's all he needed, really. People put a side. Excluding family, objects were sometimes more reliable. Wow. He really was getting worse. Why wasn't he in Slytherin again? Oh, right. Because he asked not to be. To this day, he still found that the Hat taking account for personal feelings interesting. Wasn't the hat supposed to know best and all that jazz? Apparently not.

As Edmund thought of where he might've seen Rhiannon, he came up dry. Probably random passings by, as it was with all the other Hogwarts people that he didn't bother associating with or getting to know. He knew people he hexed and shot at, he knew his Quidditch mates, he knew some of his house mates, he knew Georgie Merrimen, he knew his brother Ryan, and (unfortunately) he knew some of the people Ryan hung out with (even though he shouldn't have been. Seriously, the amount of unnecessary drama! Ryan wasn't even into that stuff, but he still stayed!); everyone else were extras in the background, until they got his attention. Two notable people who had done that: Georgie, and Rhiannon. Edmund smirked slightly. "Far, far from it," he said, shaking his head. "Potter's the only exception to that one as of now." At the mention of the matches with Slytherin, Edmund gave a scoff. "Yeah, I have no idea why. They always did seem rather tame," he said, not even trying to mask the sarcasm. People breaking house stereotypes. His kind of people. He hadn't met many, but he was sure that they were out there. Besides, other people could've done what he had done: asked for a different house based on values or personal reasons or whatever.

He gave a slight nod. Teaching, nice. He had respect for that... to an extent, since it was the professors at Hogwarts he probably gave the hardest time to. Authority figures. No one had authority over him except his parents (to an extent), and then Ryan. Mildly. In the most mild sense. "That's good. Well, she got it. Sure it was well deserved."

OOC: Sry for the wait >__<
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Welp, that was a nice break from food. Rhiannon picked up her makeshift sandwich and started eating it again. She had only needed a moment to get over the brief lapse in appetite. People were gross. People would always be gross. Time to eat. It was kind of funny. Rhiannon had such a long discussion with that sorting hat about where she wanted to be placed. It seemed stuck on the proposition of Slytherin and Ravenclaw, and she almost stated Ravenclaw for the simplest of reasons. Her favorite color was blue. Still she had a conversation in her head, basically, about the benefits of Slytherina and Ravenclaw. It was rather obvious what the outcome ended up being. Perhaps if the choices had been Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw her decision would have been much more difficult. As it was she chose Ravenclaw for it's library in the common room. Though she had heard the Slytherin common room was quite extravagant.

He seemed to speak her language. Sarcasm. It was great, and such a difficult skill for some people to grasp a hold of. She found herself falling into her old ways when she was with him, though she did try to keep up her calm even voice. Sarcasm discussions were so much fun. She had them with her sister all the time, and it seemed like even her brothers where getting the hang of it as well. “Such friendly matches, good sports all around.” she couldn't hide the smirk, or the roll of her eyes. There were Slytherins she liked, few and far between but they existed. She remembered the Sorting hat telling her if she was a Slytherin they would accept her as their own. It sounded kind of nice at the time, what she didn't realize was the absolute distrust they seemed to have for all the other houses.

”Yeah, and she's had to deal with a dozen siblings so hopefully that helped. Especially when we take rules and supposed orders as......helpful suggestions and challenges to do the opposite.” There has been many a time Rhiannon had to betray her naturally rebellious spirit to do as she was told, because it really was for the best, instead of the complete opposite. She wasn't sure what it was, perhaps insubordinate youth, but she ALWAYS felt the urge to do the opposite of any order she was given. Thank goodness for her ability to use logic to decided weather to go with that feeling and when not to.