The Slytherin girl pulled ,softly, a lock of her brown wavy hair behind her hear and then bit the last peace of her toast. “I don’t think its cold Alice.” She told her while she looked at Charlotte. That girl really knew how to make a big entrance. She turned her eyes from her to Alice and raised an eyebrow. “Maybe you are sick and you should see the nurse. ”
Or maybe Alice was going crazy.
Yes, that was a good option.
“Its Charlotte.” She whispered to Alice, noticing in her expression that she didn’t remember the girls name, Oh well, Alice didn’t seem to remember many persons names. After that, Krystin started to prepare another toast.
Knowing Charlotte like she knew, the girl wouldn’t be happy if someone didn’t remember her name.

They seventh year was already bored, and playing with her toast. Really, she was not hungry, and truth be told the only reason she decided to make an appearence in the Slytherin Table, was to see if Scorpius was there, and since he wasn't, the table itself was quite boring.

Charlotte was about to stand up and make her way out of the great hall, back to Slytherin Common Room, when she realised that someone was pointing at her.

How rude.

It was a girl. A girl whom she was not familiar with. OKay, that was a lie, since she was sure that the girl was in seventh year as well, and they may have talked a couple of times. What was her name? Cristina? Kristen? Whatever, I don't care.

"Excuse me" Charlotte said, sternly to her as she approached to where the girl was sitting with some other girl "I believe it's rather rude to point at people, Cristina"

Krystin bit her toast softly and said. “Don’t forget her name. I don’t want to hear her right in the beginning of the day.” She really didn’t. Her day wasn’t starting very well and she didn’t need a mad and bad-mod Charlotte to help.
She quickly turned her eyes to Alice when the girl started saying that she wasn’t sick.
Crazy. Definitely crazy.
“Okay Alice. Just calm down.” She told her, with her eyes observing the girl. Not that Krystin cared about her, she had never really cared about someone, it didn’t seem to be her nature and she had afraid to get attached to someone, but that was another history plus Alice really didn’t seem to be okay.
Oh well. The girl was like that.
“If you say that you aren’t sick. I believe you.” She told her with a nod then bit her toast.
Rigghhhttt.

Krystin was about to bit her toast when she heard Charlottes sweet voice.
There it was. Her morning was ruined by Miss Charlotte.
Well, not totally truth since her morning was already ruined when she woke up and walked out of the common room.

“Good morning to you too” she told her after, finally, biting her toast then rolled her eyes when the girl called her Cristina. “Its Krystin, Charlotte. You know that.” She told her then added. “Pointing? I wasn’t pointing at you. Don’t be so conceited.” She told her with an innocent smile then turned to Alice. “Was I pointing at her?”
She hopped the girl had noticed what was going one.
It was a lie, she was pointing at Missy Charlotte. But she didn’t need to know that.

Krystin heard Charlottes question, then bit her toast and prepared another juice.
This time, orange juice, since the pumpkin juice was with a horrible taste in that morning.
After drinking a bit of her juice and eat her toast, she turned her head to Charlotte and answered calmly while she rolled her eyes. “Your bed is next to mine, we also talk sometimes.” She told her with a firm nod. “ Not that, those thing matter but, still, I would like you to call me by my name.” she looked at the girl with a fake sweet smile and continued. “Okay Charl?”

Krystin was looking at Alice, the girl didn’t seem to be paying attention.
She rolled her eyes and looked back at Charlotte then bit her toast while she waved her free hand softly, like if she didn’t care with what the girl was saying.
“Whatever you want to believe Charlotte.” She told her simply, the girl didn't need to know that it was truth.
Pretty good for a liar.

Rose looked up as Cody sat down in front of her. “Morning!” She said, grinning up at him, she looked like she could do with a bit more sleep, but her eyes brightened when she saw him. He should be seated on the Hufflepuff house table, but nobody really cared who sat where these days. Least of all Cody. Not that she minded. Of course a lot of people would wonder how the two of them ended up together. They were so different. But whenever she saw him, her heart fluttered and her stomach flipped.

“Had a good sleep last night?” She asked him and then muttered, “I feel like a zombie today.” She shouldn’t have stayed up all night to finish that essay, but she had put off doing it for the whole week and she was determined to get it done last night. "So what's the plan for today?" She asked him. "You know I was thinking of going back to bed, since I finished almost all my work last night. But now I feel like spending the day out in the grounds. Do you know when the next Hogsmade trip is? McGonagall didn't tell us about that yet."


Rose was just finishing off her toast when she heard Al’s voice. “Morning Al!” She said, waving her arm at her cousin. She smiled at him as he walked over and then remembered her parent's letter. “Oh, by the way, Mum and Dad said ‘Hi’ and they asked me to pass along their best of luck to you. And Dad advised you not to strain yourself. Well, you know what he‘s like.” She rolled her eyes. “I got their letter last night.” Her parents had been busy last week and weren’t able to be at the platform when the train left.



Rose turned to look at Harlow as she slouched onto the seat. "Hey Harlow." She said, but didn't say anything much further. Harlow seemed to be a little mesmerised in Albus. Rose knew Harlow had a crush on Albus. She just wish she'd just tell him already. She wasn't really sure how her cousin would react, though.

Al chuckled, and bowed his head slightly but respectful to her news. "I will write to them back, Rose, thank you, they should wish you luck too I hope. Your father is a great man Rose, you shouldn't let him down like you do. ". At this moment Albus looked dreadfully worried and concerned towards Rose, "I shall hear for my parents soon Rose, they will have hope for you to do well." Alex smiled at her reassuring her doubts about her parents.

Albus turned to Harlow, and chuckled in a huff of a whisper, he looked at her for a while and then said to her quietly, "Whats wrong Harlow, its been quite a while you've been acting this. I don't understand Harlow..." His sentence did not finish, he didn't want to push Harlow into telling him, therefore he let it be although he thought it must be a 'girl thing' he still hoped he could help.

Albus smiled at Rose, "I am glad that your parents take some pride in you, I mean some are unfortunate..." He broke of his sentence to see her eyebrows raise, he quickly amended this matter. I meant the way your eyes roll when you speak about your father. It seems as if..." Albus stopped. Honestly he knew he was digging himself a hole, and put his face in his hands, his wild unkempt black hair sticking up. Within his thoughts he cried for help to fix this situation, he always seemed the one to dig himself a hole, make the mistake or even trust everyone and gave them second chances. His kindness was his forté but thinking areté was also his forté. Sometimes this led to disaster, well most of the time. He couldn't help falling deep into the hole he was digging with his kindness thrown back at him or his worry shadowing him.
Some even felt sorry for the poor guy, most of the time he looked towards the hero's he was named after for advice.

While she rolled her eyes, the Slytherin was asking herself why wouldn’t she have just stood up latter.
“Its.. rude Whitlock.” She told her. “And since you have so much problem with someone pointing at someone, I take it as you think that its rude, know someone and say “but that doesn't mean that I should remember your name”” she said that last part like she was Charlotte then smiled. “Its also rude. I thought that you knew that. But it seems that I was wrong about it. ”

And there was Whitlock again, opening her mouth and let some words coming out.
She turned back on her seat. Morrinson? Who was Morrinson?
Oh right.
“Seriously Whitlock. You should go to the hospital nurse. It may be something wrong with your memory. ”