Breakfast! Oh, boy! {Stella, Svenny}

[Jimmy St. Clair]

Jimmy sauntered down to the dining hall, and flopped down at the one of the tables. No one ever sat at their right house table-- it was pretty much a seating free-for-all. He generally sat at the same table every day, with his posse, and of course, Sven. He and Sven had been great friends since Jimmy had arrived, which hadn't been that long. Despite that, the two had become great friends. So, with his sunglasses firmly on his face, he grabbed a plate, and piled pancakes onto it. Dousing them with syrup, he grabbed several pieces of bacon, and began to consume them with the typical gusto of a teenage boy.

[Sven Malinovsky]

Sven had been so tired that morning that he decided to use his walking stick. He usually didn't need it because he was so good at judging just where to walk. He'd always been able to move around just as well as any normal person, but today he'd gotten very little sleep. He'd already knocked over some stuff in the dorm room when moving around, and the breakfast table was always so cluttered, so he was going to have to have Jimmy help him a little bit. When he got to where they usually sat, he listened for a little bit til he heard Jimmy's voice so he knew that's where he was. He felt around and sat down across from his friend. "Strasve," Sven greeted Jimmy in Russian. He then set about piling his plate with food. He ate even more than Jimmy, and that was sayings something.

[Jimmy St. Clair]

Jimmy barely glanced up. There was only one person in the entire school who greeted people in Russian-- Sven Malinovsky. "Hey, Svenny," Jimmy said cheerfully through a mouthful of pancakes. He scooted over slightly to make room for Sven, though didn't let that slow down his eating inertia. It was then that he noticed Sven was using his cane. Sven rarely used his cane, unless he hadn't slept well. "Hey," he said, this time sounding more concerned. Jim had sort of taken Sven under his wing, despite Sven having been at Forks longer. No one dared to mess with Jimmy St. Clair's best friend. "Didja sleep okay?"

[Sven Malinovsky]

Sven piled who-know's-what onto his plate and stirred it all around. When he missed sleep, he usually felt less hungry. He had a rare nightmare disorder, and sometimes, he wouldn't get any sleep because of it. He was trying not to think about sleep, and then Jimmy asked him about it. He slumped forward into his hands. "Not really," He rolled his neck, cracking it, and then felt a little better. His appetite came back a tiny bit. He shoved the contents of his plate into one of the magic receptacles and pointed to a dish with food on it, "Vut's that?"

[Jimmy St. Clair]

Jimmy sighed, feeling sorry for his friend. Jim was actually an incredibly empathetic guy, even if he acted like he didn't give a d**n about anyone else. Well, a lot of the time, he didn't give a d**n, but when it came to Sven, he did. As Sven reloaded his plate, Jim grinned. "Hash browns. Incredibly good hash browns," he said, through a mouthful of said hash browns. He, too, reloaded his plate, and glanced around. It was incredibly quiet down there that morning. Well, Jimmy was sure Sven was enjoying that. "So, who d'you think you did on Lacauna'a exam?" He asked.

[Sven Malinovsky]

"Mmm, hash browns," Sven mumbled sleepily, not really paying attention. He shoveled some into his mouth, half-awake. It was weirdly quit in the hall today. Sven could still hear the random bits of conversation around him, but it wasn't just a rabble beating against his eardrums. He listened to some of it, and learned that a fourth year girl's cat died last night, the quidditch players had practice that day, and there was a pop quiz that day in Professor Lupin's class. "Pop quiz today," He told Jimmy. Not that he would do anything like study for it, but he thought he'd just let him know. When Jimmy asked him about the exam, Sven shrugged, "Vell, I didn't have much of a problem vith it." He neglected to mention that Laucuna pulled him out of a class to ask him if he'd cheated because he'd aced it. Of course he hadn't, and he'd convinced Laucuna of that, so there wasn't a problem.

[Jimmy St. Clair]

Jimmy grinned. "Huh, pop quiz. Thank you for that totally useless piece of information that I don't care about!" Jimmy never cared about pop quizzes, or really any types of quizzes or tests. It wasn't that he wasn't smart-- no, quite the opposite; Jimmy was incredibly bright, he just never applied himself. Even though, he scored in the top percent of his class on just about everything. He, too, had aced Laucauna's quiz, and incredibly hadn't studied. It was a fact that baffled his teachers and parents, but Jimmy had a brain like a sponge. Even when it looked like he was spazzing out in class, he heard and remembered everything. "Oh, c'mon, Malinovsky, whadja get?"

[Stella Kandemoure]

Stella wandered into the great hall, tucking her insulin kit back into her bag. She flopped down in the first seat that caught her eye. Not really having a super tight group of friends led her to sit wherever, usually with people she didn't know. Not that she minded. Stel spent most of her meals reading or doing homework. Being shy also led her to just be quiet around people, so it never mattered where she sat. Which is how she wound up sitting at Jimmy St. Clair's table. He and his posse had commandeered the entire table for themselves, with a few spots for stragglers. Stella was friends with a few people who were part of Jimmy's loyal followers, so she sat by them, murmuring a quiet hello. Her rain still wasn't quiet functioning, since she hadn't had her morning coffee yet...not that Stel was supposed to have coffee. With a steaming mug in one hand and The Guidebook for the Recently Deceased in the other, she slipped off into her own little corner of the universe, where no one cared about a tiny blond ex-gymnast with no friends.

[Sven Malinovsky]

Sven rolled his eyes. "I really do not know. He hasn't handed out the scores in my hour yet." Still lying, but Professor Laucuna was embarrassed that he'd accused Sven of cheating, and he didn't want anyone to know, and he was technically supposed to know his grade yet, so he kept his mouth shut. Well, only shut when he wasn't putting food into it. Though he wasn't as hungry as usual, he was still able to eat a full plateful of food. And he only had knocked down a glass of milk, a box of cereal, and two and a half glasses of orange juice...so far. Usually he wouldn't have knocked any down, but being deprived of sleep, he didn't function well. He sighed and took another piece of bacon, spilling water next to a girl who had just sat down. "Sorry," He mumbled and quickly mopped up the mess. Going back to his food, he absent-mindedly ate his bacon. When he was done, he reached for the water, spilling some scalding hot coffee, also near the girl. "Sorry, again," He apologized again.

[Stella Kandemoure]

(((Um, tobi, correct me if I'm wrong, but sven can't roll his eyes, can he?)))

Stella jumped slightly as the glass of water was knocked over by one of Jimmy's posse members, a tall, brown-haired boy wearing sunglasses. She snatched her bag out of the way, just before it would have been soaked by the waterfall. With a flick of her wand, she water evaporated and the cup righted it's self. Stella let out an exasperated sigh. Never having been very klutzy herself, Stels was annoyed by people who were. She was just getting back into her book, when the same boy knocked over the scalding hot coffee. Stella leaped up, again avoiding getting liquid on herself and her stuff. What was this guy's problem? "What are you-?"

[Sven Malinovsky]

(((yes, he can. his eyes can move, just not see)))

Sven wasn't angered easily. Until it came to his vision. "Blind?" Sven finished the girl's question with a severe tone, "Yes." Sure that apologies would soon come spilling out of her mouth, he stood up, gathering his books. He turned to Jimmy's general direction, "I'll see you in class." His voice still sounded venomous, though he didn't intend it to when he was talking to Jimmy. Without another word, he stalked away, heading toward his first class of the day.

[Stella Kandemoure]

Stella's hazel eyes went wide. "Oh...my...hell," she muttered, her face flushing bright red. She felt absolutely awful. She had probably just offended this guy in a huge way, making herself look like a total insensitive jerk-muffin, not to mention getting on the wrong side of someone who appeared to be very close with Jimmy St. Clair. Despite her detestation of the school "caste system," she did not deny that it was alive and kicking. She had officially killed all shots of getting off the bottom of the social ladder, and insulted a cute guy. She was just about to apologize, when the guy got up and stalked away. Burying her face in her book, she moaned, "Nice going, Stells."