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"Blunt the Knives, and Bend the Forks" | Martin and Mordred

Contrary to popular belief even though the houses were into 4 tables at meal times, inter-table mingling was never frowned upon her at Hogwarts and in fact was usually encouraged at less formal meal times such as lunch and breakfast. So that's how the make up of the Great Hall usually went during the morning hours with random spots of blue red and yellow dotting around the room, and a long line (well it was more like a wall) of green over on the left. Even then though, it wasn't uncommon for Mordred to sit alone for meals other than dinner. This was due mostly to the fact that sadly his a freya's schedules hadn't matched up that well this semester and his overall personality not exactly allowing him to go up to people and "crash" their parties, that was though until today. 

"Hey martin, mind if I sit with you?" He asked the ginger in front of him, coming toward the hufflepuff table. He'd had a grueling Charms class today and hoped that some company would cheer him enough to make it through double history of magic this afternoon. 

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Pitch Perfect | Martin and Mordred

Walking down from the castle broom in hand Mordred sighed rubbing his aching neck. He had been practicing his team on doubles all week hoping that they would pick up the slack and start working better as a group but of course they hadn't really... and he was pretty certain they just kinda sucked at this point in time. 

So of course the little Ravenclaw was taking it hard, and mostly taking it out on himself, running drills and things by himself after practices whenever the pitch seemed empty. Which it looked like it was now.

Stepping out on the field though he realized he was wrong and way above the stands flew another person quaffle in hand.

"Oh s-sorry I didn't know anyone else was out here" Mordred called out to the figure above him.