Monique strolled around around the Entrance Hall taking a look about. It was much less nerve-wracking than when she was standing out here a few hours ago. Her opinions of the castle had changed a little in the past few hours. For one, she was getting used to how dark it was. The cold however would take some getting used to. Luckily someone had given her robes to wear.

Rubiey wandered into the Entrance Hall. She had gotten lost been exploring the castle for an hour now, but she always ended up back in the Entrance Hall. This Castle was biiiiiiig.

She spotted an older girl looking around. She smiled timidly and went over to her. "Hello, my names Rubiey. Are.. are you alright?" She asked hesitantly. The girl looked very cold.

"Bonjour Rubiey." Monique said to the young girl. "Yes, I am fine. I'm just waiting for someone." she explained. "A nice young gentleman offered to show me where to go at the feast." Surely this girl would be able to tell that she was one of the visiting students. She could see the blue Beauxbatons' robes underneath the Slytherin ones, couldn't she? Maybe not. She did have the Hogwarts robes wrapped around her tightly.

Dylan smiled as he approached the Entrance Hall. He had never had a girl fall all over him so soon after meeting him. It usually took some work. And maybe a few flowers. He was happy though. She was nice. "Bonjour Monique. Ca va bien?" He knew it was her, since he could see the blue robes poking out from beneath his.

"Bonjour" Monique said returning the smile. "I am well. Did you enjoy the rest of your feast?" she asked. "I must apologize for Jermaine dragging me away like that."

"I am glad you are well," Dylan smiled. "It was uninteresting. It is ok. I understand that Jermaine has some sort of attachment to you. He is rather clingy." Probably something he shouldn't say to her, but he was going to anyway.

"He is an ex-boyfriend." Monique said as if that would explain everything. "I guess he never really grew out of it." she said with a half-shrug. She hoped that would change. She would like just a little bit more space to meet people.

"So where are we off to?" she asked switching topics.

Rubiey stood in the Entrance Hall, watching the two older kids talk. She looked around, admiring.. well, everything. This place was truly incredible. She smiled.

The Entrance Hall was always the best place to start now wasn't it? She had decided that she wanted to explore the castle again, because she missed it far too much. For all she knew she could pick up a few firsties along the way and show them the castle too. Which reminded her, she had promised her young Gryffindor friend that she would show her around fairly immediately.

Which was why she was so glad when she arrived at the entrance hall that the first person she had seen was in fact Rubiey, whom she had been looking for. "Well here we are at the Entrance Hall" Trixie said jokingly as she came up behind her friend, mocking a tour guides attitude. "Hey Rubiey, you ready for the tour?" she asked.

Rubiey whipped round as she heard a posh, business-like voice, then realised who it was. She laughed. "Sure am, Trixie." She smiled. "It really is very nice of you to do this for me." She said to the blonde.

"So, where to first, Miss Tourguide?" She asked, then giggled. This would be fun.

Trixie grinned down but shrugged what she said off. "Really Rubiey, it's not big deal, this is gonna be fun actually" she grinned. And seeing as the Slytherins already had this serpent sidekick business, she might as well help out other houses whilst she was at it. The Blonde glanced around a few times, checking every direction trying to decide where she would like to go first. It was a big school, so much to do and see, so many people to meet.

"Before we start, is there any more questions you've thought of?" she asked. Now that she had arrived here there may have been many things flying through her mind. She was sure many people had questions, they were just too scared to admit that they did.

"And you can decide where you would like to go, but I think to start inside would be better." The grounds would probably take an even more time, besides she didn't have the right shoes on at this very moment so she'd probably get little muddy. The Castle was fairly interesting anyway. "You want to start down low and make your way up?" she suggested.

Rubiey thought. She had asked all the teachers the questions about the lessons, so she was clued up on them, at least. She had spoken to Professor Carlton about, well, everything to do with Gryffindor, but Trixie wouldn't be able to answer any of those anyway, considering she was a Slytherin. "I don't think so. But if I think of some, I'll let you know." She smiled.

"Erm, yeah. Bottom to top sounds good. Lead the way." Her grin widened, and she motioned for the Slytherin to go first.

Trixie nodded understandingly. Well at least she didn't have any major questions, everything had already been asked and that meant that they could automatically start with their little tour. "Okay, well if your are definitely sure" she grinned down and then looked towards the staircase ready to set off on their tour.

"Erm, well that means that we should start down in the Dungeons. Don't worry they're not scary. It's where my Common Room is" Which means it was directly underneath the lake. The sixth year set off making sure that Rubiey was following directly behind her. Didn't want her getting lost now.

Rubiey smiled. She had never been down there before; hopefully she wouldn't have to after this tour, except for potions. She trotted off after Trixie, keeping close; she knew she'd end up getting lost if she didn't.

Lukas was sat on the bottom stair of the grand sweeping marble staircase. The marble was chilly but he didn't get up. It was interesting to watch the dance of the flames in the goblet and the people too. He'd seen a few of the guests from Durmstrang and Beauxbatons put their names in the goblet. Had he been able to tell the difference between the two schools he would have considered trying out his French. They might like that.

It was October now. His birth month. Soon he'd be thirteen, just a few days left. His last birthday hadn't been fantastic. Still too weak to feed himself and under round the clock supervision by Healers whilst surrounded by his family's worried faces. Fun. There'd been no cake because his diet was incredibly strict then. Just a short chorus of 'Happy Birthday to You' and a few presents that he had struggled to unwrap. Altogether he was probably in for better fare this year despite being away from home.

Enya had slowly walked down the grand staircase, running her hand down the baninster. She was bored - no surprise - and missed talking to someone. Louisa was somewhere though she didn't know, Skye was somewhere else she didn't know and she hadn't seen Lukas since the time in Diagon Ally. She actually missed him, though she wouldn't say. No way!

So when she saw him sitting alone in the entrance hall her heart skipped a beat. She smiled, knowing he hadn't seen her yet. Shrugg, she'd go over and surprise him, give him a hug? Enya bit her bottom lip walking slowly over. Stopped a few steps away from him she smiled, saying, "Hello Lukas" she also went a little bit red in the face. What would he say?

Lukas hadn't been expecting that and he jumped slightly. Well, it was more an irrepressible jerk. However, once that was over his head whipped around to look behind him. Enya! "Enya!" his mouth echoing his thoughts. He stood up and moved towards her. His immediate reaction had been to give her a hug, but he stopped short as his reason caught up and reminded him that they barely knew each other.

Was she blushing? Was something wrong with him? Did he have something on his shirt? Had she spotted a scar? Was his fly open? He checked himself. Nothing he could tell should be causing the pink tinge she had acquired. He frowned, confused. "Something wrong?" he tried, concern in his voice.

Enya continued to smile while she watched Lukas walking towards her, she heard him say her name but pushed that to the back of her mind. She was swaying Lukas up and down, memorising what he was wearing and how his hair looked. She knew it made her sound like a stalker, but she couldn't help it. Could she?

She was still watching him when he began to speak again, bring her back to the present. She shook her head slightly and looked into his eyes. "Im fine" She said before she looked down at her hands. "How are you?" She asked him, still not looking at him.

Hazel eyes gliding lazily about the entrance hall, the young woman stood near the oak doors as if she was waiting for someone, and she was. This someone must be very hot if she not only walked seven floors to meet him, but was waiting patently for him as well. Fletcher was hot though, so Sandra had no problems waiting for him on the ground floor.

He had promised her a tour of the castle at the feast, and she was holding him to that promise. Of course, if they got distracted from this tour of theirs, she wouldn't be complaining. Heh.

Coming up from the kitchens, Fletcher paused by a mirror in the Great Hall and double-checked his appearance. He ran a hand through his hair, making it look just slightly messy and plenty alluring. He puckered his lips and checked his teeth. All right, no remnants of that six or ten or so chocolate frogs he'd just had for a snack. Nodding at his own hot self, Fletcher turned around and looked for Aleksandra.

Bada boom, bada bing. There she was, looking very pretty and patient. Lovely.

"Helllllllo Champion," he called out in greeting, strolling over to her with a grin and his hands held open. "How have you been enjoying your stay at Hogwarts?"

The young woman had heard footsteps, she turned and faced Fletcher with a smile. He looked as good as she had remembered. "Hello yourself, Champion." They knew she would be one, but his was uncertain. The girl was glad that he had been chosen though. Would be nice to see him in action.

Following his open hand, she let her eyes wonder around the entrance hall before returning to his face, shrugging lightly. "I've been enjoying myself. Ravenclaw has a good selection of books. The younger students are......interesting." Another shrug. It wasn't Durmstrang, but she didn't expect it to be. But enough about her stay..."Hov have you been doing since I last sav you?"

Fletcher's grin only broadened when she greeted him with his title too. Weren't they just awesome. Two champions. Two highly attractive, good-looking champions.

"Ah Ravenclaw," Fletcher shook his head but strolled closer to Sandra and offered her his arm. You know, for a proper tour led by a proper gentleman and all. "That is what they're known for, after all. Book smarts." He nodded knowingly. "The younger students... haven't been bothering you, have they?"

Cuz Fletcher could easily defend the lady's honor if they were.

"I've been well. I fell out of the giant treehouse last week but," he thumped his chest with his free fist, "I survived." He was Tuff Stuff.

Yes, Ravenclaw. House of the intelligent and ill-mannered. Sandra's smile grew when Fletcher offered her his arm, slipping hers through his in acceptance. Such a handsome gentleman he was.

She gave her head a small shake. "They have not been messing with me," They weren't that thick. "They just don't seem to get along vith each other, alvays disagreeing over something and draving vands." What the disagreements were over she wasn't sure, but it certainly couldn't have called for them to pull out there wands on one another.

Silly Hogwarts children.

"You fell out of the giant tree house?" She looked at him questioningly, not worried since he was obviously fine now. Very fine. Her smirk reappeared. "So I see. Hov did you fall out of the tree?"

"Really? Interesting. They must be immature still." Fletcher rested his other hand on Sandra's arm and guided her toward the grand marble staircase in the center of the hall.

He wondered if he should interrupt their conversation to act like a legit tour guide, or just let the Durmstrang girl ask questions when she wished? Fletcher decided against that pretty quickly, since after all, making friends with international students was more important than a silly tour. That was the whole point of the tournament.... besides the giant pot of money he was convinced he'd win.

"Well," Fletcher paused dramatically at the foot of the stairs and gave Sandra a very intense look, "I was actually pushed, you see. By my friend. A dear, dear friend of mine. Yes, a dear, dear female friend of mine attempted to murder me by pushing me out of the giant tree house."

He turned and started to ascend the stairs, leading at a nice slow pace. "It was rather traumatic." Wink wink.