Of course he had been studying--that's what he always did. She turned her attention back to him and bit her lip. As for his question, her immediate answer was Thinking about you, but of course she didn't say that. He didn't need to know she had been obsessively thinking about him. Eyeroll.
"I've just been, you know, hanging around..." She started, but then trailed off into silence, which was really weird because she always had something to say. However, she was saved when Barbie acknowledged her persence and greeted her.

Smiling back at Barbie, Haily waved as well. "Hey Barbie, what's up?"
Then, realizing that she should probably say something to Rosie, too, she turned her gaze back to her. "Hi Rosie," she forced herself to say. She was not very friendly with girls who were trying to steal her guys equally as pretty as her. Not that Barbie wasn't pretty--she certainly was--but not in the 'come flirt with me' kind of sense.

As she watched the exchange between the two, she rolled her eyes a bit. How could Jay not know the other sophomores?!

He smiled at Hailey, though he wasn't really sure what else he could say to her now. He just got vibes off of her, and he wasn't sure if it was just his paranoia or what. There was just something about her that made him more wary than he was with other girls.

"Hanging around sounds nice. We can hang around together sometime." And he wasn't sure why he was saying that to her. He didn't normally hang around with bad girls. Or anyone really.

Lucian, still on his cozy huge office, was reading some important papers. He was browsing on each student's information sheet. He found some prospect students who could be a school leade and there were also some students who would surely just loiter around the uni and break school rules so he should keep an eye on those students who might cause nothing but trouble. Anyway, he should be getting ready for his class now. After he finish drinking his tea, he would head into his classroom which was next to his office and he would post an announcement about the upcoming Transfiguration class.

Hailey's eyes shot up at he suggeted hanging around together sometime. What?! She recovered a but by placing her sunglasses on her head, and tucking a loose strand of her hair behind her ear.
"Really?" She asked him now, not even caring that she sounded like an idiot. She thought he hated her.

Her reaction made him blink. She seemed sorta happy almost. It was weird. Was she planning something? Or did she have some other motive? He wasn't sure, and he wasn't sure if he could trust her because he hated her. And you generally didn't trust people you hated as a rule.

"I guess it could give me a chance to leave my Dorm a bit more." And that was always a good thing really.

She sat down in an armchair then crossed her right leg over her left and brushed some of the brown hair from her eyes so that she could see the other Professor properly. After he had spoke, a slight grin crossed her lips; well that was something she'd not heard before actually, although it was a nice change. "Well aren't you the formal one, Professor" She said then took a drink from her mug and closed her eyes slightly to relax, there was no real point in her denying there was something wrong. "Yes there is actually, it's just regarding my class; I mean the students pay almost no attention which would explain why there's been a few explosions and why no one in my class has a mark higher than an Acceptable." There was no reasons that she could actually think of for why the students weren't able to get at least an E.

Rosalind smiled at Jason. He really was cute, a bit of a nerd but still cute. She didn't normally speak to him, but maybe she should do. "I'm very good thank you." She smiled at him, as she ran her fingers through her brunette hair. "How was you're first lesson?" And she hoped she hadn't been in it because it would have meant she would have totally ignored him.

"You always stay that." Rosie giggled, as she linked her arm through Barbies, and smiled at her. She wasn't really angry that Barbie, she could never be angry at her, she loved her too much. "Oooh. Have you got any chocolate frogs?" Because those were totally her favourite. If Barbie didn't have any she would just go and buy some. "What lesson have you got next?" She did know but it had sort of slipped her mind, but that was okay because she generally had lots of things running through her mind. Like if her hair was a mess.

Oh. And now another girl had come, and was speaking to Jason. Didn't the girl see that Jason was talking to her and Barbie. Rude much. "Hello Hailey."

"But you aren't. I'm just staring at how ugly you are." Maxxie smirked at her sister. Oh how he loved teasing her. She knew he didn't really mean it, she was very pretty. "That is not all I do. I was an awesome chaser." He grinned at her. Vain much? "Pa doesn't know what he is talking about." Just because he had been a lazy so and so at home didn't mean he was one at school.

"But i cant stand herbology." And that was why he hadn't chosen it.

Felicity frowned at her brother, and gave his arm a right old SLAP. "You're so LUCKY we're related, Maximus. If I was a girl you were trying to chat up, and failing, you would have got a slap round the face, and a kick where you don't want to be kicked." Hmpfh! How DARE that loser. She still held onto his arm though, and leant her head onto it for a fraction of a second before he spoke again. And then she looked up at him.

"You were a silly chaser. Trust me. I watched you play." Because she was an amazing sister. "Pa does! Atleast he cares about us." Not that their mother didn't, but with being a muggle she didn't quite... understand them.

"Because you're a loser."

He shook his head. "No, they aren't and they hate me for cleaning. But I can't help it. Syler just rolls up his socks and just tosses them in the drawer. I offered to color code them myself." he told her. He knew there was medicine he could take for his OCD but he didn't take it. He liked being clean and orderly. "And Syler doesn't like my 2 am bathroom scrub downs either," But Harlem WAS NOT showering in a shower that hadn't been freshly cleaned.

He finished off his sandwich and bite into his apple. It was delicious. Granny Smith applies were his favorites. Nice, crisp and sour. "How are you liking your classes?" he asked.

Layla laughed. "Well it sounds good to me." Layla was used to the British and French accent having lived in both countries. But she still found the English accent beautiful. "It is very nice here. Ze decor is so personal, it makes it unique." Layla followed Jill through the door and grinned. "Amazing isn't it?" She looked around the room and sat on oe ofthe beds. "I think it is zis one that is ze spare. So if you were to join Zis would be your bed." She grinned as Jill spoke. "Well i'm very glad to hear zat." She hugged Jill, all bubbly and excited now. Another new member, well that is if she passed the initiation test. But Layla might be able to do something about that.

He was happy when Rosie smiled at him. He liked talking to her. And she was being nice to him. He didn't think she was up to anything like Hailey always was, so he trusted her.

"It was good. But then you were there too, so you would know." Yes, he had noticed that she was there. Not that he would tell her why he had. "Have you started the homework yet?" He'd gladly help her if she needed it.

"Mhhm, yes. We could do lunch together, sometime..." Hailey said, now scanning the area for her roomie, Fliss. But Rosie's greeting caught her attention, and she glanced over at her. Boy did she not look happy--now what would she want with a nerd like Jay?! He was her's Ahem.

"How's it going?" She said, trying to make conversation, although she could already see that Jason and Rosie were already talking.

"Do lunch? That's a good idea?" He was uncertain of how he felt about the idea. That was the kind of thing that friends did, and he and her weren't friends. And they weren't dating either, because that would just be gross. Eww. He shuddered at the thought of going on a date with Hailey. Rosie was a lot better.

Mya glanced at the boy as he Professor instructed him to help her.She sighed a little knowing how much she would have rather not have taken her families luggage up when they came up to stay,and she knew how annoying it was.She looked at the boy and smiled."Sorry about this, your helping me though"she laughed shaking her head."Im sorry."she said to him shaking her head.She looked around as she realised she had lost track of Kelly.Man she moved fast to say the least.She smiled softly as she turned back to the boy.

"So"she said as she walked the way her dorm was."Have a good summer?"she asked,knowing that it wasnt like school anymore where slightly younger kids dont talk to slightly older kids.She knew how it worked as she had been there for a year now.She sighed a little as she looked around the Uni.Something she hadnt realised was the lightly covered walls which pretty vines and flowers.She smiled as she turned and caught the boy looking at some other people

"You can go and see your friends if you want"she said smiling."I dont want you to feel like you have to as a punishment,you can go "she smiled sweetly.

Onyx laughed softly. "I'm sorry to hear that. It's a shame they couldn't give you cleaner roommates. Luckily, my roommate keeps clean." She could be a bit OCD about cleanliness as well [but not as bad as Harlem, of course], but Kiera was a clean person so Onyx had no complaints.

And then he was asking about her classes. Of course she was doing well, but she wasn't one for enjoying the long hours of lecturing. She was more of a free spirit who enjoyed learning on her own. "My classes are classes, I suppose. I'm managing great grades, so I guess that's good." Harlem already knew that the reason she even picked Wenlock was to get away from her parents.

Hailey raised her eyebrows at him as he questioned her suggestion.
"Well, if you don't WANT to, whatever," She said with an annoyed expression. She wanted to shake this boy.

And this was exactly why he didn't care for her. She was always like this. "We can go. I'm just surprised that you would want to eat lunch with me." He shrugged. Because she didn't like him and he didn't like her. But they could hang out and see if they could become friends or something. He would be willing to try to be her friend if she didn't try to pull something on him.

"Why would that be surprising, Jay?" She asked him, raising her eyebrows once more.

"Because we aren't really friends. I didn't think you'd want to spend time with me." Well, he didn't think that they were friends. They did talk occasionally though. But really no one would want to be his friend. And he was paranoid, so he wasn't sure how much of that was truth, and how much if it was his thoughts. Why was he so weird sometimes?

"Welllll...I consider us friends," She said quietly, talking more to herself than him. She started playing with her hair, twirling it on her finger.
Sighing, she licked her lips and actually smiled at him.
"How about lunch tomorrow? Meet you by Umbrella-Tables?" She asked him now, wondering if he would try to back out. She really wanted to have lunch with him now.

Jillian grinned as Layla informed her which would be her bed if she joined the sorority before then awarding the younger girl a hug that Jill was quite enthusiastic in returning. Like Layla, she couldn't help feeling rather bubbly now. It was exciting to know she wasn't about to enter here all alone, but that she had someone to guide her through it all. University was definitely not going to be that bad; it wouldn't be bad at all, actually. But it was amongst all this sudden happiness and cheerfulness that Jill remembered something and her light brown eyes widened. "Oh no! There was a meeting for a Defense Against the Dark Arts class today!" she gasped, completely horrified. She glanced down at her watch; of course, she was late! Oh no, oh no, that is no way to make a good first impression with her professors. "Layla, do you think you could... accompany me? It's just for freshmen, but I'm not really sure how to get to Professor Cornelius Connelly's classroom," she asked a little quietly.

He looked at her, "I wanted a room to myself to be honest. I mean Syler is cool don't get me wrong. We get along its just he's not as clean as I would like him to be." He didn't want her to think they were always fighting and that Syler was a prat. Harlem just as strict cleaning standards that none adhered to but himself.

He bit into his apple again loving the sour juices that squirted into his mouth. There was nothing like a cold, sour apple on a hot day. His mother made the best apple turnovers. It made him long for home momentarily. "I would have thought you would have just taken up a job somewhere." he told her honestly. He was a bit shocked when she told him she was going to University. "You're more of a person to lay out in the sun daydreaming than to hang out in a class." He shrugged. There were easy ways to get away from your parents than to go to school when your heart wasn't in it.

He looked at her, stunned that she said that she considered herself his friend. He didn't get it when she was supposed to be an evil girl. Why was she his friend? He thought she didn't like him.

She was smiling at him, so maybe he was wrong.

"Friends. I like that," he mused. "It's a date." Obviously not a date date, but a date nonetheless.

Freddie walked after Mya carrying her luggage in both hands. It was actually and not just a myth that women needed more stuff. As Mya apologised for him having to carry her luggage Freddie just shrugged dismissvley "It's okay. I put myself in the position of being your servant for the day. I stupidly told Professor Treux that I had nothing to do. It's fine really."

As the headed up the floors Mya kept on apologising which for an older student was a bit weird even in Freddie's eyes. Neither at Hogwarts nor here was it common for older students to keep on apologising for things which were out their control.

When they came up to where Mya's dorm was located Freddie felt hot and flustered again. Gladly setting the luggage down he turned to Mya saying "Yes, My summer was great. My family and I went to a resort on the coast and I got to try out snorkling. It was fantastic."

"So how was you're summer Mya? Eventful?" Freddie heard Mya's comment about him being free to go back to his freinds which he could do but he didn't want to leave just yet. "I don't see it as a punishment. Now where do you want me to put your luggage?"

Onyx nodded; a single room definitely would've suited Harlem better. Even she knew that. His OCD about cleanliness was just... otherworldly, practically. It was hard to keep up with how clean he was.

She shrugged. "I didn't want a job and my parents didn't want me to get one, either. I did some runway walking work over the summer and that upset them. But I loved it." There was nothing like walking a catwalk wearing couture clothing. It was love. "There isn't any catwalking to be done right now. So I decided to come to school and try to learn something." The girl nodded as Harlem described her; he definitely knew her.