Tibi bounded out of Ollivander's flying higher than a kite. He had a WAND! He thrust his arms out to the side, and twirled and twirled in the middle of the street. He was a wizard and he had a wand! His mum just chuckled at him and walked a bit ahead, toward Flourish and Blotts. Their next stop would be to pick up his school books.

But in the meantime, Tibi was content to just stand alone in the middle of the street, arms out, eyes closed, face to the sun, twirling. And twirling. And twirling.

Life was perfect.

Stepping out of Scribbulus' Everchanging Inks, William sighed, the weight of his purchases finally beginning to weigh him down. He had one brand new broom in one hand, the servicing kit in the bag holding his new quills and ink. On his other hand held bags full of joke items and snacks. He needed his joke items if he was going to survive another term at Crazy-warts as he liked to call it.

Taking a left he lifted up his right arm, admiring his broom once more, his eyes completely focused on the long wooden shaft, imagining himself riding the broom during classes. No longer would he need to use the old school brooms no now he was a big boy. Grinning he continued walking, picking up pace as he had a sudden urge for newspaper ice cream he didn't notice anyone around him. nothing like newspaper ice cream topped with chocolate sprinkles and whipped cream he thought, his mouth already watering as he put down his hand his eyes focused on a spot to his left as he began to walk faster.

WHAM!

William slammed into a solid object in his way, knocking him onto the ground, scattering his bags. With a slow motion gasp he watched his broom slide on its side towards the end of the sidewalk stopping in its side. "ZOMG no!" he shouted his eyes wide as impossible images of a smashed Oakshaft invaded his mind. furrowing his eyebrows he whirled on the obstacle, about to give it a pice of his mind, but he didn't see anything.

Huh.

Darkness. Silence. And then... stars. And... were those birds? chirping birds?

Tibi groaned as he patted his hands over his body, eyes still closed, making sure everything was still accounted for. He felt like he'd been run over by truck. He moved a hand to his head and felt the place where it had hit the ground. No blood, but a lump was quickly growing. When he opened his eyes. Groping again, Tibi tried to find his wand, unsuccessfully. The realization that he may have already lost or broken it shook him out of his drowzy state and his eyes shot open.

He sat straight up and cried, "where's my wand?!" It was half whine, half squeak. His hair was matted to his forehead and covered in dirt from his fall. His eyes were panicked. The suddenness of sitting back up cause a wave of nausea to over come him and Tibi closed his eyes and groaned, before laying back down on the ground.

Closing his eyes, he muttered, "ow. what happened?" to no one in particular.

William shook his head, carefully placing the rest of his bags onto the ground when he heard a groan. Oh no he had hit someone! Eyes wide he forgot about his broom, its brown packaging ripped and torn from skidding and jogged over to where the small boy lay. "Ohmygosh" William gasped, dropping to his knees and looking the boy over. "I'm so sorry, I didn't see you there I was..." distracted by my broom? no sounded lame, "I was thinking to myself and thought the road was clear. Are you okay?" yes much better.

Wand? What? Oh no he hadn't broken the poor kids wand had he? Glancing up he looked around, his eyes wide. The first wand was an important one, one to be cherished. "Let me look for it." he said in a kind voice, his eyes already roaming the street. There, by the garbage can! Getting up he walked over to the can and bent down, picking up the piece of wood. It felt weird in his hands, like it knew he wasn't its master.

Walking back to the boy who had sat up before laying down again William smiled, before leaning down on the ground, his long legs making it a bit difficult and handed the wand over. "I think it's okay. Doesn't look broken, just dirty." he stated, a hopeful look in his eye. He then frowned, "You don't look so good. I'm really sorry." he said glancing at the boy with a frown, wishing he could do magic to help with the pain. Of course he'd just probably mess the kid up worse since all he knew were defensive spells. "Think you can get up? I should probably take you to an adult, they'll know what to do." he said in a soothing voice.

"Ah, well from that 'brainless twit' comment I take it that you are in Sytherin!" Rafe laughed roaringly. "Not that I have anything against Slytherin. I was hoping to be in that House and my mum really wanted me too. She went to Durmstrang." Rafe stared a little as Marilyn took out her beret and ran her fingers through her hair. It was something he had only seen in muggle movies, he'd never seen a girl actually do it in real life. Staring is impolite, he thought and quickly snapped out of it and continued their discussion.

Rafe was astonished that she knew about the Astrological Clock. When he talked about his travels, most people blankly stared at him. It was such a relief to speak to someone with such intelligence. "La Sainte-Chapelle est très bon et très beau!" He smiled being very proud of his French speaking skills, he actually spoke many languages. He had to with all his travels.

His jaw dropped when she mentioned her fascination in the hieroglyphics at the Louvre. "That is such a coincidence! That is my absolute favorite place to go! I love Egypt and all the mythology! I love Anubis he's my favorite!" Rafe didn't want to go into detail of why Anubis was his favorite, again it had to do with his past and his ancestry.

"That does sound creepy, but wow, you live by stonehenge!" Rafe's eyes lit up. It was one of the places he hadn't visited, but had a strong desire to. "That a least counts for something! I love all the muggle speculation about stonehenge, when it's really something as simple as magic!" Rafe laughed at the thought. He was very familiar with muggle history, his mother thought it was important knowledge to know their history as much as his own. "So, what's your family like? They seem like a high class of wizards."

Tibi was thinking how nice it would be to just lay on the ground forever and never move again when he heard someone talking to him. At least, he thought someone was talking to him: were those actual words? Tibi's head was swimming.

Opening his eyes, he saw a boy, not terribly older than he was, but much taller, looking around frantically before finding something... Tibi's wand! The boy was bringing it over now and Tibi's heart was beating faster and faster. Was it broken? Would it work? Not broken? Did he say not broken!? A rush of joy swept over Tibi and most (but only most) of the pain was masked by that euphoria.

Sitting up, Tibi took his wand back from the boy, wiping it on his shirt. "Thank you for finding it. And don't worry about bumping into me... I.." Tibi was too honest to let the boy think it was all his fault. "I had my eyes closed, so I didn't see you coming, either." Tibi smiled sheepishly, his face caked with road grime.

Looking around the road, Tibi noticed that the boy's packages were strewn all about. "Oh.. oh my," Tibi said quietly. "Did I break anything of yours? If I did, I'm ever so sorry." If he did, his Mum would kill him.

Did the boy just say 'find an adult?' "Oh, no no no," said Tibi. "I mean, my Mum's headed to Flourish and Blott's for my books, but, well, she's a little high strung at the moment and, well, I don't think she'd be really happy with me if we told her." Tibi rubbed the back of his head. "I should be find if I just sit a bit."

Tibi extended a dirty hand to the boy, "Tiberius Pryce, nice to meet you!" Tibi grinned broadly. This was certainly an unusual way to meet people.

(ooc: off to bed; will respond in the morning)

William sighed with relief when the boy spoke. "Oh good, I was afraid I'd zoned off there. I'm very clumsy and always run into something." well it was true; his mother was always going on and on about him breaking something or hurting himself for some reason. Really it didn't bother him anymore. "Don't worry, we all have our moments of standing in one place and closing our eyes." he said in a joking tone of voice, a grin on his face.

Looking around at his packages he turned back to the boy with a shrug. "I think everything is okay. My broom might be scratched but I have a servicing kit that can fix it." right? it could be fixed of scratches right? Hmm, he'd have to read up on that. Stuff was stuff and could easily be bought again but someone getting hurt had serious repercussions, especially when Will was involved.

When the boy said he'd be alright he nodded, "Great, I'm glad. This road can bite hard sometimes." he joked, his blue eyes twinkling as he replied to him. He spoke of his mother and he chuckled, "My mom's the same way; but she trusts me now that I'm in my third year." he added. "Just take as long as you need." he stated matter-of-factly shrugging. When the boy introduced himself William grinned taking the boys hand, "William Cullack, nice to meet you too. you a first year?" he replied, nodding once.

He walked off to begin picking up his scattered supplies and kept glancing at the boy. He seemed like a pretty normal kid, but so had William. One term at Crazy-warts had changed that for him and he hoped Tiberius would be normal after his first year. If he was a first year Picking up his Oakshaft 1000 he sighed as he tore the wrapping off, getting a good look at the wooden part. Nothing serious dirt encrusted the twigs but he could fix that. With his packages back in his hands he walked over to the boy and sat down beside him. "You wanna go to Floreans for an ice cream? Least I can do."

Lizzie happily walked down the street, peeking through the windows of Madam Primpernelle's Beautifying Potions and Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes as she passed them. She smiled and took a deep breath, happy to be back in the magical world after a summer without even the smallest magic happening. Her blonde hair was tied in a pony tail today, and over her left arm she kept the bag she always carried with her everywhere. Giving each and every person she met a little smile, she just couldn't hide the excitement she felt. She'd missed everyone so much, and in just a few days she'd see all of her friends again! That is, if she didn't meet them here today..!

She looked back and forth, this part of the street was almost empty. Strange, she thought to herself as she stopped in a corner and started looking through her bag for the list of supplies she needed.

Marilyn placed the chocolate-colored beret on her lap, continuing to run her fingers through her blonde mass of curls. The odd habit had always helped her relax, as strange as that sounded. She paused her fingers and shot Rafe a look

"...My family members have been placed into Slytherin house for 1100 years. I know this won't change...After talking to me for just this short time, could you imagine me anywhere else?" That knowing smirk fitted her features again. Marilyn knew the type of girl she truly was; There was no fooling herself. "I've heard some nasty things about Drumstrang...I heard more than a few students have gotten attacked by different animals in the school." She frowned, thinking about that Bulgarian woman her mother had afternoon tea with three times a week...One of the students had been her only son...a friend of Marilyn's. I won't think about this now.

...Did I just hear him speak French? Her eyes widened at the lovely sound. She enjoyed different languages and like most pureblood witches and wizards, she'd collected more than a few. "C'est bel et bon. Je visite la Chapelle Sainte chaque hiver avec ma grand-mère." In ten to fifteen years, she hoped to marry a man who was fluent in such a beautiful language.

When he began speaking of Egypt, Marilyn laughed in surprise. It was an odd feeling sharing so many common interests with someone she'd just met. "Im such an Egyptoholic. Everything about their culture fascinates me to a point of obsession. Although, im more partial to Isis myself." Isis was everything that women were today and Marilyn felt oddly connected to her.

Marilyn couldn't help but smile at her companion's enthusiasm about the mystical wonder that was Stonehenge. Rafe was very interesting to her...and she enjoyed watching his eyes shine with pleasure at the thought of such a magnificent place. "Yes, Stonehenge isn't that far from the Force Estate. I find the speculation a bit comical myself. Muggles are narrow like that, though. It does make me wonder what Merlin would say to muggles trying to take credit for his genius and ability."

Marilyn remembered going there once. She'd felt so insignificant next to those large statuesque boulders. It had quite literally taken her breath away. It's funny how that insignificant feeling can really put things into prospective. He just asked you a question and you're not even paying attention... She signed heavily. Marilyn, you're losing what little bit of sanity you're clinging onto.

"My mother and father are typical purebloods. My father owns a large corporation that deals in racing brooms and my mother is a highly acclaimed clothing designer." She could never quite meet anyone's eye when she talked about her parents. "We took in my cousin Jasper when his parents passed away seven years ago..." But he'd left her to deal with the strange 'Force family dynamics' alone. Not even he could stand the loneliness there. "Yes...They're very high class. Snobbish and stuck up." She smiled, but it was weaker than many of the others she'd given him today. "I told you typical was boring."

Ellie's new friends had gone off in different directions, and Ellie herself had wandered down the street, and was peering in the shop window of Weasley's Wizard Wheezes. She had already been in there, and carried a rather large bag full of various goodies. She was pleased to have made new friends, but she also felt a little low. She was yet to meet any Gryffindors at all, let alone Gryffindor first years.

Okay, so maybe writing poetry was a lot harder than Fyo made it look. Stupid Fyo. Why couldn't he just write me more poems himself? Why does he have to be such a butthead now? GRRR! Torin crumpled up yet another piece of paper and let it fall to the street. The bench he was sitting on would soon have a mountain of paper surrounding it.

Bianca began to wander down the south end of the street. Her mind was else where so she wasn't exactly looking at where she was heading. A piece of paper then flung out in front of her, and she raised a brow. Bending down, Bianca enclosed a slender hand around the piece of paper, and straightened back up, realising that a boy was sitting on a bench right in front of her. Straigtening out the piece of paper, she looked at it. Poetry. Aww. "Oh, hello," she said slightly startled, remembering that the boy was sitting in front of her. Oops. "Is this yoursss?"

Looking up when someone said hello, he was about to reply to her when he saw that she was reading one of his poems. He had been caught! By a girl!

"Um, that's nothing. Absolutely nothing," he replied quickly tempted to grab the paper out of her hands and rip it up. It was so humiliating to be caught writing poetry for a girl. And the fact that it was bad poetry made it worse.

Looking back down at the paper, she looked at the words, and then back up. Obviously it was making him feel awkward that she was reading it. Hahaa, oops. "It's nothing?" She asked, with an eyebrow slightly raised. "It doesn't look like nothing, or sound like nothing," she added, holding out the piece of paper for him to take back. "Are you trying to impress a girl?" Bianca inquired. A girl? Wth, why did she even ask the question? Why on earth would he be writing poetry for a boy. Snort.

"No, it's for a boy," he replied back at her with a roll of his eyes. But really he was kidding with her. Sorta. Even if he was rather embarrassed that he was caught trying too write that kind of thing. "Well, it doesn't matter really. She wouldn't like any of this poetry anyway." He looked at the pile of paper scattered at his feet. What a waste.

Bianca blushed a light shade of scarlet, her joke had backfired. Haha. But, as ifffffff it was. "Why? It's not that bad," she said, and then her eyes widened at the paper that was piled at his feet. "But apparently you think that it is." She said, letting a slight laugh emmit from her throat. "You must really like this girl to be going to all this trouble." How she wished a boy would do this sort of thing for her. But pshhhh, she'd hardly met any. "Oh, I'm Bianca, by the way," she said. Silly girl, she hadn't even introduced herself.

So the blushing was contagious, he thought as he noted the rosy hue that her cheeks turned. But oh well. Maybe he had been a little harsher with her than he should have been. But he was still teasing with her. "I also bought her a kitten. Is that laying it on a bit thick?" He wasn't sure if he was overdoing this stuff or not. Even with his ex-girlfriend.. he never really got her gifts like this. He wasn't even dating Brody yet! Well, that is if she said yes of course. He had to stop assuming that she would. Oh, but she was saying her name to him. "Torin. Nice to meet you." He smiled at her for the first time and cleared away the paper that littered the bench so that she could sit beside him if she wanted to.

A kitten, he brought her a kitten as well? Wait, was that a joke? And if it wasn't, he certainley spoiled his girls. Pout. Bianca was slightly confused, so she let a smile escape itself on her lips. "Oh, how adorable. What does the kitty look like?" And can I have it? She added to herself, in her head. Note to self: buy kitten before going to Hogwarts. She had meant to when she had first arrived, but she had no memory at all. "Pleasure, Torin," Bianca said with a smile, and realised that he had cleared away the litter.

Taking a seat next to Torin, she kicked a couple of pieces of scrunched up paper away from her feet. "How long have you been at Hogwarts?" She asked, wondering if he had started there at all, for that matter.

Brody was always the hyper one, whilst Sylvia was a bit more passive and quiet. Though, she did enjoy watching her best friend go crazy nuts when they were both together, linking arms and talking about girl things.

"Of course." What else could they do here? Plus, Brody loved shopping, whereas, again, Sylvia was not really as into it. She preffered going on walks, exploring places. Sylvia wasn't exactly materialistic. Sylvia gasped and tapped Brody's shoulder playfully. "I have not, they have been chatting up meeeee!" She smirked and took a glance at Torin. He may not have flirted with her, but a few others had.

Sylvia smirked at Torin's wink. She was only aware of it because it was very noticeable, but she wasn't going to say that. She didn't want to seem TOO vain, even if she was slightly. "Thankyou, and I am, very." She let out a giggle before thinking about the Care of Magical Creatures Professor. Why would Miles have a crush on her? Would she smell of animals or something? Surely that wasn't Miles' type. Unless she masked her animal smell with lots of perfume which made Miles fangirl over her. How disgusting.

Torin didn't say anything. Sylvia questioned this, and his blushing episode in which she had just had one earlier. People were blushing a lot today. Sylvia wasn't going to nag him about calling Brody darling, but it was something that Sylvia would have to look into. Best friends knew EVERYTHING about each other any how.

The movies? Aaaah, she completely forgot about that, but she was genuinly excited. Sylvia turned to Brody. "The movies are like big screens with moving pictures on them, a bit like pictures ... but not." She wondered if Brody already knew about this, because Sylvia was clueless and a bit dim when it came to Muggles. All she knew was, that they didn't use magic. Straaaange people.

"Pleased to meet you! My friends call me Tibi, or... at least my friends at my old school did. I don't have many friends in this world, yet." Tibi chose his words carefully. His forehead creased as he thought about the friends he wouldn't see at school next year and wondered what he'd tell them.

"Yep, I'm a first year! What year are you? I just started my shopping, really. Still have loads to get." Tibi thought about all the shopping left and his Mum's discomfort here in Diagon Alley. He wanted to stay as long as possible, but Mum seemed to want to shop fast and leave quickly. Not that he could blame her... she'd been in the Leaky when it happened...

Tibi's thoughts were interuppted by the word 'broom' and then the sight of William's broomstick. Tibi's green eyes twinkled and were soon the size of saucers. "Wow," he whispered. "Can I touch it? I've never seen one before!" Tibi began to hold out his hand, but quickly dropped it. It was rude to presume. As he waited for a reply, he heard the boy suggest ice cream.

"Florean's? Oh, I just had some before I got my wand. I could use some company while my head stops spinning, though!" Tibi grinned. "Maybe I should stop sitting in the street?"

"Mum said Durmstrang was the best school in all of Europe. They're more open to accepting different types of wizards. She says that Durmstrang had a bad reputation early on and the rumors had spead more harshly over the years." Rafe shrugged. His mum always talked about school overall and always talked about it in high praises, but never got into detail about it. She once slipped about saying that that's where she met his father and from that point on the discussion of Durmstrang was put on hold.

Rafe was glad she approved of his french and simply added, "Votre grand-mère est très chanceux d'avoir une telle petite-fille enthousiaste." He smiled widely revealing all his pearly whites. "I actually speak about eight languages now, I think...let's see..." He started to count on his fingers, "Romanian, of course. French, German, Spanish, Italian, Bulgarian, Dutch...and I'm working on my Greek, there's a few verbs I still need to learn... and well English of course! So, I guess, technically, that makes nine." He sighed.

"Well, after Isis took in Anubis, he became her protector." Rafe raised an eyebrow. Hopefully, history wouldn't repeat itself, but given that before school has even started a professor is already dead, and the Headmaster was now a target. He was wondering what safety measures were going to be taken to protect the other professor that shared the Headmaster's condition and for other special students for that matter.

Rafe listened to her intently as she talked about stonehenge and her family. He definitely felt his mum would approve. These were the types of witches and wizards she associated with herself all the time. He thought it was a bit old-fashioned, but he too was a pureblood. "Ah, purebloods! So, I am. That's so cool that your deals with racing brooms. I'm a bit of a Quidditch fan myself! Been riding one ever since I was three! It's very exciting and all! Hmm...fashion! Not that into it as my mum. Though she is always buying big designer names, including those famous in the muggle world, like Alexander McQueen, Luis Vuitton, and John Galliano. I know they're really old names, but mum likes some of the older styles. She says they're classics, hard to come by nowadays!"

Rafe paused for a bit and the mention of her cousin. "I'm very sorry for your cousin's loss. I know it must be hard to lose parents." Though, Rafe had never lost either one of his parents, he felt as though he had lost his father because he never knew him. He was completely cut off from his father. "I never knew my father. He's in Romania, I know that much, but my mum never talks about him and refuses to go back. She says its too dangerous. I just wish I knew why..." Rafe frowned, "...she caught me once looking through one of her bags and I found a picture of him, but before I got a good look, she cursed me from behind, and from that point on I never looked into my past or anything that could lead me to finding out my father. I was six at the time," he clenched his fist and said under his breath, "I dispreţuiesc mama uneori." Rafe could feel his eyes tear up, but simply wiped them on his sleeve, trying to conceal it from Marilyn. "Sorry bad allergies and all." Rafe forced a laugh. "So what else is there behind that glowing green eyes of Miss Force? What are things you like to do for fun?"

Victoria was looking round to see if there was any first year that needs help or wants information on Hogwarts.

Ellie noticed Victoria. She rushed over her and smiled. "Hey, Victoria!" Ellie said. "How are you?"

She saw someone running up to her, "I am good thanks Ellie, how are you?" she smiled at the first year.