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Keira couldn't help but smile again, as the boy answered her teasing and slightly sarcastic question with looking down at his feet before finally looking back up. Apparently he was a little shy, which she never would have gotten by how he'd stepped right in her pathway. "Well, you'd be surprised," she said, a hint of amusement still in her voice, before she slid her sunglasses up on top of her head, revealing her green eyes for a second. She could suffer the sun for a while. "That would have startled me a little bit less than stepping in front of me, and now you won't know if it would have gotten my attention if you'd tried," she added matter-of-factly, with another bright grin.

"Oh, so you noticed," she said with a little laugh as he spoke about class, almost echoing his own response to her question. "Somehow I ended up surrounded by every student who decided there wasn't anything better to talk about than what sorority or fraternity they want to join. It was a defense mechanism." A half-grin crept onto her face as he then asked if she wanted to say what she'd been thinking about. "Nothing as interesting as the lesson, but I picked up enough of that to do okay. It's a good thing I'm good at Transfiguration. I was thinking about my kitten, to be honest. He's trying to adjust to the change in scenery." Going from Hogwarts back to Scotland and then now here, she totally understood how the little orange furball could have difficulties.

Freddies suspiciouns were unfortunatley 100 % correct. Professor Treux wanted him to carry up Mya's luggage to her dorm by being the gentleman that he was. And didn't he notice her prettyness? If he didn't want to act like a gentleman then what would the professor do?

Looking from the luggage to Mya and lastly let his eyes land on Professor Treux he said hiding his irritation saying with a forced smile "Of course, Sir. I will help Ms Pallas with her luggage. One condition though in the future please don't try to match me up with girls even if they happen to be pretty. Unless i specifically say you can. Good day, Sir!"

Lifting up the luggage Freddie turned to Mya saying "Mya, where do you want me to take your luggage?" Okay he had to admit she was very pretty but also a sophmore which usually complicated things beyond no end. Waiting for her response Freddie saw Joseph enter the cafeteria and be joined at one of the tables by Uni's most popular girl Rosalind.

Freddie really felt for his mate but knew that Joseph had to fair for himself since he himself had a luggage mission. Ugh why had Professor Treux given him this assignment in the first place?

A note posted in the Bulletin Board:

Rosalind smirked as she watched the boy. She could have been really harsh and not lend him her mirror, but that would be mean, and she wasn't a mean person. Ha. "Well i am a girl." She giggled a little, as she dropped her apple core into the bin, before opening her big back. After searching around a little, before pulling out her mirror. "Here...I have to go now though so just give it me back when you see me next." Because she totally needed to go and see when on earth Barbie had gotten too, they were supposed to have met here, she was probably distracted or something.


After leaving the food hall Rosalind wandered around the campus trying to find her friend. She tucked a stray strand of hair behind her ear, before rearranging her hairband. Oh she really shouldn't have given her mirror to that guy, because she would need to use it at some point, maybe she would just borrow Barbies.

Speaking about Barbie there she was. "McCorkle." She brunette frowned as she sat down next to her best friend, crossing one leg over the other. "I missed you at the food hall." She commented with a sly grin, before giving the girl a knowing look. She wanted an explanation, not because she was annoyed or angry at Barbie, she just wanted to know why she had ditched her.

Dean stood up from his seat in his office and then wondered if what the racket is all about. He then opened the door and found a group of girls nearby.

"Excuse me ladies. But can you please not shout near my office?" he said politely.

Putting his skull Candy headphones on Maxxie turned on some music as wandered along, not really paying much attention to where he was going. It was lunch, a boring time period in his period. He smirked as he looked in front of him, spotting his twin sister. Well this lunchtime was going to turn out to be very interesting.

"Fliss." He smirked, as he began walking alongside her, glancing at what she was eating. "Crisps? That's not a very health lunch Fliss."

Company. Just what she needed, but it certainly was the company she preferred.

"Maximus." She grinned at her twin brother, and looked down at her crisps, before offering him one. "So? It's not like mum can moan about it, really, is it? And you wouldn't tell her, you love me too much. I'm your bigggg sister!" Hah. And he was never going to forget that. By minutes she was the oldest, by height; the smallest. Kinda sucked.

Turning his music off he grinned at his older sister, older by mere minutes. He knew that she probably didnt really want his company, which was why he was going to stay. "She'll kill you if you're fat when we get home." Which would be extremely amusing for him. "And you're only older me by like minutes." So it didnt count. Not really. They were twins, they had the same birthday, therefore they were the same age.

"How was your first lesson?"

Fliss rolled her eyes, as she slipped an arm through her brothers, her fingers curling at his elbow. "Oh, because I'd be fat by the time I went home! It's called exercise, brother dearest. Exercise. You should try some yourself, bro." She grinned, and patted at his stomach with the hand with packs of crisps in it, and laughed lightly.

"Meh. Was okay, how was yours?"

He shot her an uneasy side glance when she asked him to call her Hailey, just Hailey. Well, truth be told, Ezra had a habit of calling his female student darlings though when he joined the university, he had to prevent himself from uttering it and had to act a bit more professional. "Ms. Mitchell, I'll think it through." He tapped his wand at the keyhole and stepped into his office as the door magically opened. The room was currently oozing out the scent of lavender; his favorite. His office was fairly normal except that it had more plants than furniture. He glanced over his shoulder and ushered her in. Slinging his jacket on the clothes hanger, he smoothed his white t-shirt and took his seat behind the work desk. "Take a seat." He said, smiling at her and with a wave of his hand, the door closed on it's own. "I appreciate that you take your studies seriously, Ms. Mitchell and I apologize that it came across as if I didn't believe your words." He said, referring to the way she was justifying her earlier statement. He then proceeded to stack up the papers lying on his desk which we're supposed to be submitted a week ago. It wasn't the students fault, he never gave them a deadline.

His gaze moved over her young face at the mention of mandrakes, "Of course, ask away. I'm here to help." Helping out students outside classrooms was something Ezra enjoyed; no wonder he was also the university's student adviser. He summoned the plate of crackers placed on the table and set it in front of Hailey. "If you prefer cookies, I have them too in my cupboard and would you like some tea or perhaps, coffee?" He asked as he took a bite of the salty biscuit and continued to scan the papers and hopefully, he'll owl them to the kids later today.

Faris continued walking, whistling softly as his shoes crunched on the pavement. Today, he seemed to be in one of his solitary moods. Just saying hello to a few people and being on his merry way was just fine. Especially after that rough and rugged Magizoology lesson, he felt a bit too tired to be a social butterfly. He passed under the stone archway of the school and walked into the inner courtyard, a few students mulling around here and there. Passing by the bulletin board, something caught his eye. Stopping in his tracks, he turned to see that Professor Connelly had posted a mandatory orientation for this afternoon. Great.

It wasn't that Faris disliked the Professor personally, but it was just his methods of teaching that tended to irk the Italian boy to no end. Nonetheless, Faris was always respectful, even if he had to grit his teeth to get through a lesson. He brought his wrist up and checked his golden watch that had been his grandfathers, placed on his inner wrist for his own convenience. There was still time until Connelly's orientation would begin. Sighing, he moved a few paces to sit on a nearby stone bench to pass the time.

ooc: Haha alright, sounds good!

Jillian couldn't help but chuckle as Layla told Kat she was 'awesome', something that rather amused the younger girl. Sure, this was something completely normal to any other English-speaking member of society, but when it came from Layla with her thick French accent and formal tones, it sounded a little out of place but at the same time rather endearing.

"Sounds good to me!" Jill agreed with a grin as Layla suggested they start from the top of the house and make their way down to the bottom floor. But it was then that the older girl's eyes widened and she began to apologize for her accent, adding a few phrases in French that confused Jill a little. "Oh, it's alright, don't worry! I quite like your accent, actually. So please, do continue using it," she said with a chuckle. But it was true, she loved hearing Layla's accent, it was so unique and catchy. Shaking her head slightly with an amused smile on her face, Jillian followed the girl as she led her up the large flight of stairs.

Dominic chuckled and said, "Well if I ever chase after you again then I'll try tapping you." He looked at her eyes as she took her sunglasses off. He wasn't sure if he had ever seen eyes as green as hers before. They were very pretty. "I'm Dominic Wilson by the way. I'm a freshman," he told her, extending a hand. He wasn't sure if she would think shaking hands was weird or anything. For all he knew she could be a sophomore with a boyfriend and he was going into territory he shouldn't. If she did have a boyfriend he could probably beat him up. It wasn't that hard to be honest. People did all the time back at Hogwarts including girls.

"Surprisingly enough I did," he grinned. That's often why he thought before he zoned out of a class. Not that he zoned out often. But people around him were watching even if he didn't notice. "Yeah my roommate talks about that sort of stuff a lot," he explained, knowing that sort of stuff could get really annoying. Especially since he was a freshman and didn't have the liberty to join a sorority or fraternity. Then she mentioned she had a kitten and he took a small step back. He was allergic to cats and that could start up any time he was around someone who had a cat. Not that the reaction was that bad. In fact it was better than some allergic. "You own a kitten? I own a puppy," Dominic remarked with a smile. "He's been trying to adjust as well." His poor boxer moved all the way from Canada to England. "So where are you from?" he asked her.

Joseph's eyebrow went up in a questioning sort of way. What did she mean, she was a girl. Well, duh. He could see that. See that very well, mind you. It was hard to miss. His face fell as it seemed that she didn't have a mirror on her after all...or she was just being a meanie and didn't give it to him.

ZOOOMG!!!!

...or not. She didn't seem to be a meanie after all!! Wee, she was his most favorite person in the whole world right now (apart from himself of course that is)!!!!! A mirror! "Thankyouthankyouthankyou!!!" He gushed beaming at her while he took the mirror from her. Aww...but she had to go already?! Joseph pouted at her back as the girl turned to leave again. Shame...

...though the moment he glanced at his reflection in the mirror all thoughts about the girl were gone. OHAI! Now, on to his hair. Biting his lip in concentration he tilted the girl's mirror this way and that. Maybe the whole 'stare-at-the-hair-and-make-it-blend-in-with-the-others' thing worked with a mirror?

STAAAAREEE!!!

Jason wasn't sure why he was walking over to the two girls in the courtyard other than Rosie was one of them. Pretty Rosie. Not that she'd go out with him when he was a nerd.

"Um, hello, girls." he said awkwardly as he reached them. He wasn't really sure if they would want to talk to him. Why would they want to talk to him?

Barbie would stay out here alllll day if she didn't have class to attend soon. Sighing, she bent over to pick up a leaf that had fallen from the tree overhead. She examined the leave for a brief second until she heard someone greet her by saying her last name. That someone being the one and only Rosie. "Hey Rosie," she greeted her friend with a grin. "Oh, yeaaah. I'm sorry. I'm not quite hungry at the moment, so I just decided to just enjoy nature until my next class." Good excuse? She thought so!

The grin on the girl's face faded when she heard someone telling them to quiet down. AHEM, she was not shouting. "I wasn't shouting," she pointed out. "But, yes, sir. I'll keep my voice down." That's IF you won't excuse me of shouting anymore, she thought.

And then a guy walked up to them. A cuteeeee guy. He did look a little dorky, though. Ah, well. He was still cute. Did Rosie know him? She looked over at her friend, and then she looked back at the guy. "Hello there," she greeted him with a grin. "I don't believe we've met. I'm Barbie McCorkle."

Maxxie stared at his sister. Why was she linking arms with him? They were twins not best friends. "I do exercise thank you very much....quidditch remember." He nudged her arm out of the way, whilst taking a few crisps out of the packet she was holding. And he was awesome at quidditch so that was cool.

"Boring. as most of them are." Why he had taken most of them was beyond him.


Rosie glanced at her nails as she watched Barbie. She needed to repaint them, maybe she would do that during her next lesson. "And you didn't want to tell me about this?" Because she had totally looked liked a loser at the food hall, if she could have looked a loser, but she was Rosie Archibald, and she did not look like a loser. She smiled at Barbie though, she could never be angry at her best friend.

Oh. Someone thought they were shouting. She smiled at the Professor. They were not shouting. She was far too ladylike to shout, that was for losers and boys to do. She didn't talk to the professor, just smiled, because she probably would tell him something rude if she spoke to him.

Wait. She knew this new guy who was coming over. "Hey Jason" She smiled at him, as she moved over a little so that he could join them on the bench. He was cute, nerdy, but cute. "How are you?" She asked with a polite smile. Now she didn't look so much like a loner anymore.

He was happy that she wasn't sending him away right away, but he still couldn't be sure that she wouldn't change her mind about that in a few minutes. But until then.. it would be nice for him to introduce himself.

"I'm Jason Lotts."

He took a seat when Rosie moved over to let him. Wow, she was letting him sit with her. This was a first. He'd try not to mess things up. "I'm good." Now that I'm sitting with you. "How are you?"

...

But who named their kid Barbie? Odd name.

Now a party was something Harlem liked. "Are the parties here any good?" he wasn't sure how Europeans partied but New York had the world's best parties he was sure.

Harlem nodded. "Its not so bad Onyx." He could identify with he. He was missing New York and he was missing his mother. he had never spent so much time away from her. "You should go into town and have a look around," he offered.

He followed behind them in line grabbing a few sandwiches and an apple. He wanted to pile his plate with mashed potatoes but he would have to spend the weekend in the gym so he wouldn't blow up like a ballon. He paid for his food and followed them to a table sitting down near one of the windows.

Onyx nodded to Harlem as he sat down with them. He did have a point, and maybe going into town would be fun. So she decided to suggest, "How about we go into town this weekend? I don't really want to go by myself, and since it seems you've done more exploring than I have, you could show me around." Not like she would have trouble finding anything; New Yorker's practically were walking GPS's. Looking up at Mitchell, she said, "You should join us!" She took a half of her sandwich and bit into it, chewing slowly.

Dean walked out of his office and proceeded to the place where he will have the orientation. When he reached the door, he touched it and there etched "DADA Orientation".

He opened the door and waved his hand in it and the room started to arrange itself. Chairs on the middle part arranged neatly and all sorts of nasty things on the walls, like a cabinet with a boggart, foe-glasses, among others used in DADA. The room is illuminated by candles floating gracefully in mid-air.

Faris yawned after minutes had passed by, checking his watch. Just in time to head over to Professor Connelly's orientation. Placing his hands on his thighs, he looked about his surroundings before standing and making his way towards the seminar. It would definitely be interesting, considering it was mandatory. Would he teach them about unforgivables, give them more information on the dark arts than they were exposed to during their teens? It made Faris frown just thinking of the class. The dark arts had decimated his mothers side of the family, and his father's family had just been barely able to escape the influence of dark magic.

Finding the door that was marked, he pressed on the wood and it slowly creaked open. He was the first student there. He made his way through the room and took a middle chair, nodding at the Professor when he looked his way.

Amelia sighed slightly then stopped pacing around her office, she sat back at her desk and continued writing right where she left off with her lesson plan; she sent her owl off with a quick letter to the potions shop since she did not have the time to leave the school and buy the supplies herself. After 20 minutes, she got up and decided to leave her office for awhile then headed off towards the teacher's break room; not keeping much attention to people she was passing in the corridors, she turned left then headed into the break room and grabbed a cup of coffee.

She wondered if there was someway she could make her classes more interesting to her students even though Potions was something she found immensly fascinating, it seemed that not everyone shared that interest but that was something she recently had taken into consideration.