Current Time: 6:00 PM
Weather: Slightly cloudy. Though it gets dark very quickly in West Hills
Ding, Dong, Ding, Dong! The old bells throughout the school rang at the same time, signaling dinner. The first dinner of the year was always very important to Gelda. She allowed no students to allow it. As the bells rang, the students found their feet moving to the Dining Hall, even if they weren't too eager to. Once Gelda had all the students safely in the Dining Hall, she had the two great wooden shut. No one would be leaving without her knowing. Gelda and the other teachers sat at a special table at the far end of the hall. The table was raised up and made of finely polished cherry oak. Each teacher sat in a chair with a high back, the handles golden and the cushions alternating between the Falcon blue and Phoenix red. Most of the teachers seemed uninterested in the students, except for Mr. V. His dark eyes scanned the room until they met the ones of a girl from Phoenix, a girl with lovely blue eyes and strawberry blonde hair. Georgina Wright. He offered her a charming smile and a nod before Gelda stood up to speak.
"Hello students," Gelda said,her voice dripping with false students, her eyes darting from student to student. She got mostly blank stares and a few curious ones. "I see you all found your way to the Dining Hall." She paused to let out a little chuckle at her half-joke. Of course the students didn't know they had no choice in coming to the hall, so she was the only one laughing. She let out a cough. "Yes, very good. You'll eat all your meals here - as opposed to eating in the basement." Another joke, another fail. Grelda scowled. This is what you get for trying to be a nice headmaster. "But remember, no one is allowed in the basement," she snapped, her voice returning back to its witchy demeanor, "And let me tell you know that the stairs leading to the basement are behind the main staircase. So don't tell me you 'accidentally' wandered in there. The door's locked anyways..." Gelda took a moment to regain her false sugary sweetness. "As you can see, our cook and Nurse, Ms. Greenfield is passing out your dinner.” Daphne quickly dispensed bowls of stew left and right, keeping her head down to avoid the stares she got. Gelda continued. “This is our famous 'Welcome Back' stew! We’ve prepared this specially for our…” Gelda had to choke out the next part “…lovely new students. That’s enough of me talking! Please enjoy your dinner and stay here at West Hills!” There was scattered, pathetic applause and Gelda sat back down scowling.
Mattie Farghbad, the Health and Science teacher leaned towards Gelda. “I thought your speech was wonderful,” he said kindly, his eyes filled with adoration.
Gelda held no interest in his little puppy love. “Go drink one of your potions,” she said cruelly, dismissing him. Unfazed, he turned to talk - well it was mostly telling since Priscilla wasn’t a talker - the Math teacher about his latest experiments.
As Daphne finished pashing out the last of the stew in fine china, painted in colors of blue and red, that somehow went with the silver bowls, she whispered something to a random student. A warning. “Don’t eat the stew,” she said in a hushed whisper to Daniel Henney. When he looked up at her in surprise, she repeated her warning, “Don’t eat it. It will make you forget.” After serving him, she left without another word, her head down.