This summer had gone way too fast for her, like it seemed to be over with in a blink of an eye. And here she was back here at school. Which was both just fine with her and not. She wanted just a few more weeks of summer. Yeah that would be nice. But she was here and like she had said she was okay… happy even. Fifth year.. So now it was the dreaded OWL year. She had been doing as much studying as she could over the summer. You know when she wasn’t busy doing the summer thing. So yes it was good to be back.

Though she had kept a pretty low profile on the train, she more in the mood to socialize a bit at the feast now. She was hungry more than anything. Honestly snacking on snacks pretty much the whole train ride wasn’t nothing compared the feast. She headed to the Ravenclaw table. Was she the first one there. Well it’s always a first for everything. She took a seat and watched as the sorting. She could not wait to meet all of the new first year Ravenclaws. She was so excited about the feast in general.

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This summer had gone way too fast for her, like it seemed to be over with in a blink of an eye. And here she was back here at school. Which was both just fine with her and not. She wanted just a few more weeks of summer. Yeah that would be nice. But she was here and like she had said she was okay… happy even. Fifth year.. So now it was the dreaded OWL year. She had been doing as much studying as she could over the summer. You know when she wasn’t busy doing the summer thing. So yes it was good to be back.

Though she had kept a pretty low profile on the train, she more in the mood to socialize a bit at the feast now. She was hungry more than anything. Honestly snacking on snacks pretty much the whole train ride wasn’t nothing compared the feast. She headed to the Ravenclaw table. Was she the first one there. Well it’s always a first for everything. She took a seat and watched as the sorting. She could not wait to meet all of the new first year Ravenclaws. She was so excited about the feast in general.

Now that Nettie was OFFICIALLY a Ravenclaw, she felt a surge of excitement. This was going to be her house, her home, her FAMILY, for the next seven years. These were going to be her best friends, she was sure of it! Grinning, the first year girl RAN to the table and plopped down at one of the first open seats she found. There were already students sitting there - older ones, predictably - and she grinned at her.

"Hi! I'm Trinetta, but you can call me Nettie," she told the older girl with a grin. She then turned her attention to the empty plates and cups in front of her. There was going to be a HUGE feast, right?! Because she was absolutely FAMISHED. She hadn't had anything since breakfast, unless you count that chocolate frog on the train.

She poured herself a glass of pumpkin juice and turned back to the sorting hat to watch her fellow first years get sorted. Now that she herself had been sorted, she was very impatiently waiting for the FOOD to get here.

Another year.. another final year at Hogwarts for Captain Kirk. That was something he was still getting use to. Where was he exactly? Well, to those familiar with him, he was as usual leaning his back against the table to help him observe the skies in the enchanted ceiling. He could almost make out Cassiopeia. Almost, since it was starting to get cloudy. He gave the skies a bit more attention until it became time for the sorting ceremony. That left him more potential recruits.

Kirk first noted one seat mate, "Hey Juni.. you got alot of practice this summer?" Yep, Quidditch tryouts were closing in and given her work last year, she definitely wouldn't have issues re-locking her position. "Starting Fifth year, right?" It was more for a confirmation, since he definitely remembered how fifth year was.

"Hello Nettie, welcome to Hogwarts and you definitely joined the right house." No bias here, no siree. "I'm Kirk, Captain of the Ravenclaw Quidditch team. You can call me Captain, Captain Kirk, or just Kirk." Either or worked with him. "Did you enjoy the boat ride over to the castle?" It was a nice tradition, in his thoughts.

Ravenclaw.

Ravenclaw worked.

She was perfectly fine with being a Ravenclaw, it was just...Beth was Slytherin. Would have been cool to be in the same house.

Quinn walked the length of the table, briefly glancing at her new housemates now and again. She wasn't really looking for anyone in particular, or even for a familar face; just curious. As she watch friends great each other, and new friendships being forged, it struck her just how truly quite odd this whole set-up was. In just under a minute she had become a part of a group whether she wanted to or not. These people were meant to be something to her, and her to them.

It was almost surreal to Quinn. She was used to being on her own, for days or weeks, ocassionally even months at a time, heading next door to Beth's only when she felt like being social. This extravagant group dynamic on display in front of her, that was foreign.

Right then. Quinn continued to walk down the line of people, not saying much, or really anything at all. At last she reached vacant little stretch of table and sat down. The plates were empty, which was quite disappointing since all she had today was a small breakfast and the lunch Beth's mum packed for her, which she had eaten shortly after they pulled out of London. That was that morning and so she feeling quite peckish.

Quinn sighed and pulled out her book. If there wasn't going to be food, then she might as well distract herself reading.

She wasn't excited to be back at school. On the other hand....she wasn't necessarily...not excited either. It was one of those middle grounds that you made the decision not to question for the sake of just going along with everything. That's what she was doing, going along with everything. The less she stressed and obsessed, the better things would presumably be. The philosophy hadn't failed her so far.

Having ensured the last of her Ravenclaws--the ones she could find and who wanted to be found anyway--had made their way to the Great Hall, she too took a seat somewhere near both recognizable and new faces.

"Already on the quidditch talk, I see." She said, offering Kirk an amused sort of half smile as she settled in her seat. It was a little odd thinking that this was the last term they would have the stargazer at their table commenting about the celestial bodies that peppered the ceiling of the Great Hall...y'know, when the clouds were behaving at least. "Never too early to get it in, I guess. Trying out for Beater again, yeah Juni?" She asked, looking to the younger girl sat just there. "I haven't decided if I'll try out again but I heard it's good having activities." And she would need some now that she'd completed the Seventh Year syllabus and was technically done learning here at Hogwarts. Lot of free time she didn't intend to use on revisiting old material.

And there came the First Years. The Ravenclaw smiled at each as they approached, already noting the obvious disparity between a pair.

"It's a brilliant house." She added, piggy backing off Kirk's greeting to Nettie. "I think you'll really appreciate the opportunities for growth and development, regardless of the interest. It's...interesting, to say the least. Always something to do or try." Claws could get up to a lot in the Common Room when they had a mind for it. "I'm Jessa, your Prefect." That had taken some getting used to last term. "If there's anything you need help with, come find me--or Erik....but probably me." Merlin knew her co-Prefect could be less than helpful at times.

"That goes for all of you." She continued, casting the net to all the new First Years to join the table before setting her gaze on the reader (Quinn). "Interesting read or something to pass the time?" Not necessarily meant to interrupt but more in an attempt at integration. That...was probably apart of her job. You'd think she'd know after a year.

Quinn let out a small, annoyed little huff and looked up at the intruder, ready to Shush them as she did the gaudy hat. Her eyes rest on the badge. The Ravenclaw prefect. One of them at least. Instead she gave the prefect girl a shrug.

"Both, I suppose." She wouldn't be reading it if it wasn't interesting, not when she had hundreds of books to pick from, all stuffed in the book she was holding. Her own spell.
Well, more accurately, a spell of her own design. Beth's mum had done most of the legwork in making it real. Now she never had to worry about having something to read.

So, of course it was interesting. But at the same time, she was in part reading to 'pass the time' as the prefect put it, until the food arrived.

As she made her way over to the table she kept glancing at the Slytherin table and at the Gryffindor table. Why were the people she loved so far away? She wanted her Xar and her Gunnar, this wasn't fair and that hat was wrong, though she loved being like her daddy too.

Looking for an open place she took a seat and just watched everything going on. She saw a few people that she noticed from the boats and knew they would be first years as well and she needed to introduce herself to them.

"Hello, I'm Chloe" giving a small wave she just kept watching everything and glancing to the Slytherin table to keep her eye on Gunnar.

It might not have been as overly nerve-wracking and overwhelming mixed with fun like last year, but it was just as exciting and crazy this time around. At least as a second year he hadn’t had to ride across the water in the boats in the lantern-lit dark and worry about capsizing and spending his first steps in the castle all soaked and squishy until a staff member was kind enough to dry him off. No, just carriages that moved on their own like the boats that bought him and random other students across the grounds and up until the gates of the school to be dropped off.

Septimus searched for any face that looked familiar but with no luck, even as he entered the Great Hall. There were Ravenclaws at the table as it was filling up but no one he recognized really. Not that he had been too social last term. Just getting through all the new stuff had been plenty for the second year to handle. Oh look…the captain and the prefect. THEY Septimus recognized given student leaders tended to be announced and made sure to be front in center in the lives of the House.

“Hey…” he greeted to anyone who was around as he took a seat at the table. His gaze flickering around for new and returning people and things in curiosity.

Looking up now for the first time since he was sorted, he heard a voice. It was the girl from Flourish and Blotts. The one who'd helped him find his books that day in Diagon Alley. That had seemed like a lifetime ago. "Hey Chloe! I'm Ewan", he replied, unsure if she remembered him or not. In all honesty, he remembered her brother more. He seemed... somewhat apprehensive? Defensive? Or was it protective? Quickly, he glanced around, not wanting to annoy her older brother anymore than he already had.

As a third year now, Dorian was less excited about the sorting ceremony than in his first and second year. In his first he had obviously been sorted himself which had been scary yet exciting enough and in his second year he had seen the ceremony from a different perspective. But in his third?

Mweh

He looked at his empty plate and sighed. Couldn't the Hat hurry up and decide on the houses quicker? He was hungry. But even as he thought that, he knew that the food wouldn't appear until after the Headmistress speech.

His blue eyes went to the staff table and remembering the incident of last term in which him and a few fellow students had been possessed by some dark magic, the Ravenclaw wondered how the muggle studies professor was. Though seeing her at the staff table meant that she had courage and strength enough to come back.

Making a mental note to visit the Professor later in the week, Dorian watched as four first years so far had joined their House. He clapped his hands whenever the Hat sat Ravenclaw because he felt like it would be rude not to and then went back to staring at his empty plate....before he banged his head on the wooden table

"Hurry uuuuuup" he whined.

SPOILER!!: Quinn!

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Ravenclaw.

Ravenclaw worked.

She was perfectly fine with being a Ravenclaw, it was just...Beth was Slytherin. Would have been cool to be in the same house.

Quinn walked the length of the table, briefly glancing at her new housemates now and again. She wasn't really looking for anyone in particular, or even for a familar face; just curious. As she watch friends great each other, and new friendships being forged, it struck her just how truly quite odd this whole set-up was. In just under a minute she had become a part of a group whether she wanted to or not. These people were meant to be something to her, and her to them.

It was almost surreal to Quinn. She was used to being on her own, for days or weeks, ocassionally even months at a time, heading next door to Beth's only when she felt like being social. This extravagant group dynamic on display in front of her, that was foreign.

Right then. Quinn continued to walk down the line of people, not saying much, or really anything at all. At last she reached vacant little stretch of table and sat down. The plates were empty, which was quite disappointing since all she had today was a small breakfast and the lunch Beth's mum packed for her, which she had eaten shortly after they pulled out of London. That was that morning and so she feeling quite peckish.

Quinn sighed and pulled out her book. If there wasn't going to be food, then she might as well distract herself reading.

Nettie looked over as a girl - a fellow first year girl, to be exact, because Trinetta had just watched her get sorted shortly after she herself had sat down - came and sat down and...immediately pulled out a book. She frowned a bit and wrinkled her blonde eyebrows at the girl. She knew Ravenclaws were supposed to be all SMART and everything but that was a bit much, wasn't it? Still, she smiled and scooted a bit closer to the girl.

"Hey there! I'm Nettie! I'm a first year too," she introduced herself to the girl.

SPOILER!!: Kirk! (also we apologize in advance)

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Another year.. another final year at Hogwarts for Captain Kirk. That was something he was still getting use to. Where was he exactly? Well, to those familiar with him, he was as usual leaning his back against the table to help him observe the skies in the enchanted ceiling. He could almost make out Cassiopeia. Almost, since it was starting to get cloudy. He gave the skies a bit more attention until it became time for the sorting ceremony. That left him more potential recruits.

Kirk first noted one seat mate, "Hey Juni.. you got alot of practice this summer?" Yep, Quidditch tryouts were closing in and given her work last year, she definitely wouldn't have issues re-locking her position. "Starting Fifth year, right?" It was more for a confirmation, since he definitely remembered how fifth year was.

"Hello Nettie, welcome to Hogwarts and you definitely joined the right house." No bias here, no siree. "I'm Kirk, Captain of the Ravenclaw Quidditch team. You can call me Captain, Captain Kirk, or just Kirk." Either or worked with him. "Did you enjoy the boat ride over to the castle?" It was a nice tradition, in his thoughts.

OH EM GEEEEE.

An older boy was talking to her. A GORGEOUS older boy. HEART EYES. Trinetta stared for just a moment before she registered the words that he was actually saying - he was talking about Quidditch. OH! He was the Quidditch captain! How perfect! If she got on the team, she could stare at this pretty face alllllllll day. Wow. His hair was perfect. HOW did all these Hogwarts boys have such perfect HAIR? First the Hufflepuff boy, now him?

"Nice to meet you Kirk! That's great that you're the Quidditch captain - I'm planning on trying out," she told the older boy with a grin. "I played back in a youth league in France!" so, hopefully, she would have a leg up on all the other kids who wouldn't have as much experience.

She MAY have been batting her eyelashes at the handsome boy as she spoke. Just a bit. She didn't want to be too obvious so she didn't go overboard.

"Oh, the boats. Yeah, it was ok," she admitted with a shrug, pausing to take a sip of her pumpkin juice. "I almost fell in the lake," she told him nonchalantly. Stupid ballet flats having ZERO traction on a wet dock. Thankfully, she HADN'T fallen in and all had ended up ok.

SPOILER!!: Jessa!

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She wasn't excited to be back at school. On the other hand....she wasn't necessarily...not excited either. It was one of those middle grounds that you made the decision not to question for the sake of just going along with everything. That's what she was doing, going along with everything. The less she stressed and obsessed, the better things would presumably be. The philosophy hadn't failed her so far.

Having ensured the last of her Ravenclaws--the ones she could find and who wanted to be found anyway--had made their way to the Great Hall, she too took a seat somewhere near both recognizable and new faces.

"Already on the quidditch talk, I see." She said, offering Kirk an amused sort of half smile as she settled in her seat. It was a little odd thinking that this was the last term they would have the stargazer at their table commenting about the celestial bodies that peppered the ceiling of the Great Hall...y'know, when the clouds were behaving at least. "Never too early to get it in, I guess. Trying out for Beater again, yeah Juni?" She asked, looking to the younger girl sat just there. "I haven't decided if I'll try out again but I heard it's good having activities." And she would need some now that she'd completed the Seventh Year syllabus and was technically done learning here at Hogwarts. Lot of free time she didn't intend to use on revisiting old material.

And there came the First Years. The Ravenclaw smiled at each as they approached, already noting the obvious disparity between a pair.

"It's a brilliant house." She added, piggy backing off Kirk's greeting to Nettie. "I think you'll really appreciate the opportunities for growth and development, regardless of the interest. It's...interesting, to say the least. Always something to do or try." Claws could get up to a lot in the Common Room when they had a mind for it. "I'm Jessa, your Prefect." That had taken some getting used to last term. "If there's anything you need help with, come find me--or Erik....but probably me." Merlin knew her co-Prefect could be less than helpful at times.

"That goes for all of you." She continued, casting the net to all the new First Years to join the table before setting her gaze on the reader (Quinn). "Interesting read or something to pass the time?" Not necessarily meant to interrupt but more in an attempt at integration. That...was probably apart of her job. You'd think she'd know after a year.

And now another older student was here, distracting her from the pretty Quidditch captain for just a moment. She was a prefect? Blink blink. That meant nothing to Nettie. "What's a prefect?" she asked. She wasn't sure if they had those in Beauxbatons - if they did, she had no clue what the French word for it was, so she didn't know what it was exactly. It sort of sounded familiar...

Whatever it was, she figured it was another important person. In fact, this girl had a badge on her robes, so she had to be someone special. Noted.

SPOILER!!: Chloe!

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As she made her way over to the table she kept glancing at the Slytherin table and at the Gryffindor table. Why were the people she loved so far away? She wanted her Xar and her Gunnar, this wasn't fair and that hat was wrong, though she loved being like her daddy too.

Looking for an open place she took a seat and just watched everything going on. She saw a few people that she noticed from the boats and knew they would be first years as well and she needed to introduce herself to them.

"Hello, I'm Chloe" giving a small wave she just kept watching everything and glancing to the Slytherin table to keep her eye on Gunnar.

ANNND yet another new first year! Nettie couldn't help but grin as more and more of her fellow first years got sorted in to her house. That surely meant Ravenclaw was going to be AMAZING. She hadn't cared much about houses a few moments ago - but now she was looking forward to house competition stuff.

"Hi Chloe! I'm Trinetta, but I go by Nettie," she introduced herself to the newcomer. She seemed shy. What a shame. Nettie couldn't relate in the slightest.

SPOILER!!: Septimus!

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It might not have been as overly nerve-wracking and overwhelming mixed with fun like last year, but it was just as exciting and crazy this time around. At least as a second year he hadn’t had to ride across the water in the boats in the lantern-lit dark and worry about capsizing and spending his first steps in the castle all soaked and squishy until a staff member was kind enough to dry him off. No, just carriages that moved on their own like the boats that bought him and random other students across the grounds and up until the gates of the school to be dropped off.

Septimus searched for any face that looked familiar but with no luck, even as he entered the Great Hall. There were Ravenclaws at the table as it was filling up but no one he recognized really. Not that he had been too social last term. Just getting through all the new stuff had been plenty for the second year to handle. Oh look…the captain and the prefect. THEY Septimus recognized given student leaders tended to be announced and made sure to be front in center in the lives of the House.

“Hey…” he greeted to anyone who was around as he took a seat at the table. His gaze flickering around for new and returning people and things in curiosity.

This boy seemed to be around her age, but she hadn't seen him get sorted - so he must have actually been older. He too seemed kind of quiet. So, naturally, Nettie needed to break the silence. She smiled at him and introduced herself.

"Hi! I'm Nettie, I'm a first year!" she piped up. At this rate, it might be faster if she just stood on the table and announced it to the world.

SPOILER!!: Ewan!

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Looking up now for the first time since he was sorted, he heard a voice. It was the girl from Flourish and Blotts. The one who'd helped him find his books that day in Diagon Alley. That had seemed like a lifetime ago. "Hey Chloe! I'm Ewan", he replied, unsure if she remembered him or not. In all honesty, he remembered her brother more. He seemed... somewhat apprehensive? Defensive? Or was it protective? Quickly, he glanced around, not wanting to annoy her older brother anymore than he already had.

AND queue another first year! Nettie smiled at the newcomer, waving at him from her spot across the table. "Hi there! I'm Nettie!" she called out to him.

SPOILER!!: Dorian!

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As a third year now, Dorian was less excited about the sorting ceremony than in his first and second year. In his first he had obviously been sorted himself which had been scary yet exciting enough and in his second year he had seen the ceremony from a different perspective. But in his third?

Mweh

He looked at his empty plate and sighed. Couldn't the Hat hurry up and decide on the houses quicker? He was hungry. But even as he thought that, he knew that the food wouldn't appear until after the Headmistress speech.

His blue eyes went to the staff table and remembering the incident of last term in which him and a few fellow students had been possessed by some dark magic, the Ravenclaw wondered how the muggle studies professor was. Though seeing her at the staff table meant that she had courage and strength enough to come back.

Making a mental note to visit the Professor later in the week, Dorian watched as four first years so far had joined their House. He clapped his hands whenever the Hat sat Ravenclaw because he felt like it would be rude not to and then went back to staring at his empty plate....before he banged his head on the wooden table

"Hurry uuuuuup" he whined.

Suddenly a loud BANG distracted Nettie, and she turned to see an older boy hitting his head against the table and moaning about something. At first she was a bit concerned...but then she realized he was probably waiting for the food. She giggled a bit as she watched him be overly dramatic.

"Are you hungry or something?" she teased the older boy. She herself was also DYINGGGG of hunger, but she was having a great time talking to her new housemates. Hopefully the food would be served soon, as the boy had no reminded her just how hungry she actually was....

First the prefect, and now one of her fellow first years... It was clear the direction this evening was headed. Decision time. Did she want to be herself, and thereby risk alienating herself from these people on the first, and she did well to remind herself, these people she would be forced to be around, whether she liked that fact or not, for the next seven years? Or should she do her best to fit in and, in turn, remain on more amiable terms with these people?

Quinn knew the answer. She didn't necessarily like it, but she knew. The book was shut and returned to her pocket. Quinn closed her eyes, took a deep breath and composed herself. Being friendly was something that required preparation. When she opened her eyes again, she turned to Nettie and the prefect, and smiled, just a hair too widely. "I'm Quinn. Did you...uh, did you have a nice train ride?" Quinn abhorred small talk, and as such, was noticeable not skilled at it.

She was watching the sorting but she was tapping her fingers on the table. Maybe that was hungry nervous tick. Maybe. Then her eyes started scanning the other tables. That was weird where was Slate. Normally he was right there. Looking down at the empty seat beside her. It didn’t take her too long to find herself off in her own little world. That happened a lot when the fifth year was bored. That wasn’t often but it did happen. Only the voice of Captain Kirk brought her back to the sorting itself.

Giving him a small smile. ’Hey Captain. I sure did. I’m ready for tryouts.” She was planning on reclaiming her position this term. She had really enjoyed it last term and hope she would be back again. It was a nice little break… excuse to take a break from studying and this term study breaks would be more than welcome. ”Yeah. Fifth year. OWLS and all of that fun stuff. Seventh year are you ready?” She was already not ready for this group of seventh years to be seventh years yet. She looked up to many of them. She did not like thinking about how this was their last year.

Sigh. She was not a fan of this. And when did she become a fifth year. She was not a fan of this either.

”Hi Nettie. I’m Juniper but everyone calls me Juni.” She said the newly sorted Ravenclaw arrived. FIRST YEARS!! It was a weird feeling to be excited about ickles. It kind of felt like her turn to be somebody’s Miss Skylar. Like maybe her Slytherin friend was passing the touch to her this year. She listened into on Nettie and Kirk conversation about the first year boats and quidditch. The fifth year smiled when she heard France. Boy did she love that place. She could also speak french too. And she almost fell into the lake. That would have been awful. ”Oh gosh. Are you from France, Nettie? How was your summer?” She asked both of them. She was demanded to somewhat more social than she had in the past. Not sure how that was going to go.

And there was Jessa too. ”Yeah. I plan on trying out again.” She was going to try outs and just like last year she was going to see what happened. At least now she had a term to learn from and under her belt. Maybe hopefully she won’t be as nervous trying out this time. ”I think it’s good to have activities too. But sometimes I feel like I really have a lot going on at once. How was your summer?”

She was listening when she seen another new Ravenclaw first year (Quinn). Well this was something new even for a Ravenclaw. Reading a book during the sorting. Maybe the younger girl had read that book on the train. Not judging because she could have been found doing the same thing on train as well. Maybe that was a good book and she could not put it down. Even for the feast. She waved at her to get her attention. ”Hi I’m Juni. What are you reading?” Now she was really curious to see what book the girl was reading.

She took a sip of her pumpkin juice as she turned back to watch the sorting again. Hopefully that would curve her appetit while she was waiting. It wasn’t long that where two more new ickle Ravenclaws. (Chloe and Ewan) She smiled to both of them before introducing herself to them. ”Hi welcome to Ravenclaw I’m Juniper. Most people call me Juni though. Did you guys have a nice train ride?” Yep she was doing this the talking thing to new people she totally had this. She was enjoying being social for once. But man it was taking a lot out of her. She needed food.

People were talking all over the place and the hat was still sorting. The next thing she knew Ewen was there next to her. She did remember him from the bookstore and gave him a huge smile, "Ewen, you are a claw too, congrats." That's what people were saying to each other right? "My daddy was a prefect for Ravenclaw when he was here." She was very proud to tell everyone that, though it made her feel nervous about following in his footsteps.

Her eyes fell on an older boy and she grinned, she knew him. "Septimus hi" Her mom and his mom knew each other and she had seen him around a few times. Giving the boy a wave she heard someone else talk to her and she smiled at a girl that had been sorted just before her, "Hello Nettie, I'm Chloe, people just call me Chloe." She laughed feeling better and less nervous now that people were talking to her. "Is this the house you thought you would be sorted into?" Did others feel the way she did?

A whining boy ( Dorian) caught her attention and she looked at him curiously, "Are you alright?" Did he need a healer already?

Beaming, Ewan nodded at Chloe, "Was he really? That must be so cool, you know, to be in the same house as your Dad!. He took a deep breath before he continued "I mean, If I was in my Dad's house, I might not be here. I'm so happy to be in Ravenclaw though. A little confused but Happy". In all honesty, he wasn't sure how he had managed to end up in the house that was considered, the smart house, was it? "Anyway, I'm sure your Dad will be super proud when you tell him!. He was happy for her. I mean, if his Dad was in a house, he'd want to be in that one too. Sitting back slightly now, he watched her interaction with the older boy, Septimus. She seemed to know him. Not wanting to be rude and interrupt, he turned towards the rest of the students.


He greeted them one by one now, after all, being rude to an older student wasn't something he wanted to do on his first day. At least not right away. With a mischievous grin, he turned.
"Hey Nettie, I'm Ewan, It's a pleasure to meet you, Are you a first year too? ". He asked, unsure because of the way she reacted to the older Ravenclaw, Kirk was it? The Quidditch Captain? Really? Okay, this guy is pretty cool. He couldn't blame her now. He hadn't actually seen a game of Quidditch but he loved sport! Any sport really. He had to make the team! Maybe not this year but eventually! Maybe Kirk could... help me? Nah, he won't want to. Fighting internally, unsure of if he should introduce himself to the older boy. He turned.


As he turned, he to introduce himself to the next student, he froze. Ugh.. This oneIn all fairness, Quinn hadn't done anything to deserve this reaction from him but, maybe that was why. She hadn't done anything. On the train, she had just sat she and mumbled something. Okay, Okay... Lets just start again he thought. Mustering his best, friendliest smile, he introduced himself. "Hey Quinn, I'm Ewan. What book have you got there?" That was an innocent question, right?


Briefly, Ewan acknowledged the older boy, with his head against the table. Is he...Okay Maybe I should uh... offer to help him? Or uh.. Get a teacher?. He turned now, ready to introduce himself to the next student, keeping an eye on the older boy.

"Hey Juni! I'm Ewan". Everyone in Ravenclaw was so friendly, well, mostly. With a sly glance at Quinn and the older boy, he continued, "I don't suppose you know how long until the food arrives? I'm starving!! and also as if on cue, a grumble could be heard, reverberating deep from inside him, as though something was trying to escape. "Sorry" he guffawed. Only he could make a fool of himself within the first 10 minutes of sitting down.

The book had only just reached her pocket when her new housemates started to inquire about it. Friendly, Quinn. Remember, friendly. Quinn slipped the book back out and set it on the table. It was a nondescript book, a bit worn, bound in leather and had no visible title on it at all. "At the moment? It's Peter Pan." But at the tap of her wand and speaking the name of the book, it could be any book she wanted, provided she had copied the book into it.

Oh yes. A trip to the Hogwarts library was definitely on her agenda.

"I'm Quinn," she introduced herself with a smile that only partially reached her eyes. "Do you like to read?"

And...Oh...It was Beth's popcorn robber. The pobber...? Popper? Popper! Heh, she was definitely sharing that nickname with Beth. He was asking the same question Juni had just asked. "Peter Pan. Currently." She was determined, in the interest of survival, to not ostracize herself from her house just yet. And that decision did presently extend to the Popper.

Though, --she made a face at his stomach gurgling-- at present, he was making it difficult for her.

Chloe was more than excited to be back at Hogwarts. What was more than excited? Thrilled? Ecstatic? Delirious, maybe? Her grin was practically falling off her face as she tackled Juni from behind in a hug. Best of best friiiiiiiiends. "JUNI." Just that. She didn't have to say anything other than that because JUNI.

There were plenty of others at the table already, and each of them got the biggest smile, and a hug if they looked even remotely interested in one. Chloe was never one to foist hugs on people who didn't want them, but it was hard to tell who wanted one and who didn't know they wanted one yet and who REALLY REALLY didn't want one. Better to be cautious and come back for missed hugs later.

One of those people who got a hug (like it or not in this case) was PREFECT JESSA. It was important to show respect to house leaders, and Prefect Jessa was SO pretty and interesting and grumpy in the fun way that Chloe found SO hilarious. "Hi, hi, Prefect Jessa. Hope you had a nice summer. I do have so so so many questions for you already, so maybe we better schedule a meeting. Do you need to check your diary or something?" Because that's what her dad always did.

And Captain Kirk got a hug too, although she wasn't sure he wanted one, mostly because he was enormous and she was curious what it would feel like hugging him. It felt like hugging a snowman made of rocks. A rockman? A rock giant. Whatever. To this fifth year, it was INTERESTING and she didn't regret the hug at all.

Now. Who else needed hellos? "Welcome BACK, everyone, and I have biscuits in my bag for those fainting from hunger. Chocolate!"

Was it her or did Quinn not seem all that up for conversation? It wasn't so much a judgement as an observation, one that left the Ravenclaw lightly gnawing at her lower lip. Thing was....as a student leader she was MEANT to be welcoming and ensure--for as much as she could-- that everyone was feeling like they belonged. That wasn't nearly the same as inserting yourself where you weren't wanted and sometimes that posed a conflict of interest.

Take right now for example. Did she keep talking to her, or leave her be to enjoy her book? The speech would be starting soon then it would be time for eating. With the way the rest of the night was likely to go, the young girl was already on borrowed time.

While she thought it over, she waved to young Septimus who took a spot at the table and greeted them before turning her attention to two other First Years--one she remembered from the shop in Diagon Alley (Ewan) and another she didn't (Chloe). "Welcome to Ravenclaw! I think you'll both love it here."

Dorian was the next to catch her attention as he came to the table. Understandably he seemed in a hurry for this night to be over with. He too got a small wave of greeting and a sympathetic look from where she sat on the other end.

And wasn't that an interesting question. Jessa's gaze fell to Nettie again. How did she really explain this? "Prefects are.....basically incharge of the house when the Professors aren't around and they help the Professors be in charge when they are. We help our housemates--and school mates I suppose--whenever there's a problem so if you need anything feel free to come get me." Seemed accurate enough. "Like...support and discipline rolled into one."

The Sixth Year found herself nodding along in agreement. Juni was right, it WAS good to have something to do. "Maybe pacing yourself might help? Or getting things a little more organized. Not sleeping works too if you've got too many things to do and not enough hours in the day to get them done. I tried that last term, it worked out pretty good. Got myself nicely caught up then everything felt less overwhelming." Of course, she was also aware that not everyone opted to remove necessary bodily functions as needed in order to get through everything that needed doing but if you could then why not? "Summer was decent. No real complaints. Yours?"

Oh? There were suddenly arms around her. Jessa twisted slightly, trying to get a better look at whoever it might've been. Chloe. Good egg that one was, for the most part. Not ever having to scrape her off the Common Room floor (or ceiling) was a pretty clear indicator of that. "I did have a good summer, I think." She said, a small nod coming in shortly after. Had it been good? She supposed it had, given the circumstances. "No diary needed, I could fit you in with most anything else I'm doing. 'Sides, I've always got time for questions. How does after all the ruckus of the new term ends sound to you?" I.e tomorrow when she was no longer trying not to lose anyone on the walk up. "How was your summer?"

Peter Pan, was it? Curious. "D'you prefer muggle fiction?" Despite her resolve to not bother the younger girl (Quinn), Jessa found it an interesting choice to be engrossed in. Surely by this age it couldn't have been her first read through of it. New school, all the magic of new encounters and literal magic and the permission to use it now without regulation...to an extent as opposed to only having family do it for you. The many possibilities and yet...the thing that held her attention was a muggle children's story. Naturally, this left the question of why? Very curious indeed.

She was getting more comfortable sitting at the Ravenclaw table and a little excited when she realized she did know some people. Hudson Lupin was there and Septimus and now Ewen and Avery. She searched the table, she needed to really needed to get to know more girls but she did know some. Her eyes went to the Gryffindor table and she stretched up to see Xar, her best friend hadn't been put with her and that was the biggest crime of 2095.

Noticing an older girl talk to her Chloe smiled, "Hi Juni, I'm Chloe." All these older students seemed super nice, she felt a little silly thinking they would be mean or not like her. "You are really pretty." All the girls here were, was it something in the water or did they have potions that made you really pretty? She had a moment where she might have been staring, but she quickly looked down at the table, "When does the food come?" Had she always been this hungry or had it been seeing empty plates that made her stomach growl like a bear?

Ewen was very interested in her dad being a Ravenclaw and that made Chloe sit up all proud, "Yes he was, he was even a prefect for the house and played on the house quidditch team. I'm going to have to work really hard to be just like him." She giggled when he said about not being here, though it might not have been funny, but she thought it was, "My dad didn't start at Hogwarts, so if I would have started where he did I wouldn't be here either." She only knew a little about his time at that other French school and she was glad she wasn't there since her French wasn't that great. "Why are you confused?" She might be able to help with that or she'd at least try.

Seeing another first year (Quinn)talking to Nettie Chloe decided to try to make some more friends her age, "Hi, I'm Chloe" She couldn't wait to get to her dorm to meet all her roommates, SHE HAD ROOMMATES NOW!

Did an older girl (CHLOE) say she had food? "I'm hungry" Did that sound pathetic because she didn't want to sound pathetic, not to the older girls.


Ooooh someone with a badge (Jessa) was talking to her. "Hello, I hope so, I was hoping to be with my brother, but this is nice too." At least it was starting to feel nice, "I'm Chloe McCarthy"

Looking at the book closely now, he recognised the front cover. "Aha, I know the book. It was made into quite a famous muggle movie". Not really giving much more than that. Quinn seemed like a pleasant person but, convocation didn't seem to come naturally to her. Still... I guess they would be spending time together over the coming weeks. Did he really have a choice? *Sigh*.

As he turned, he noticed an older girl....hugging. These Ravenclaws really are friendly. Smiling with a little shake of his head, he introduced himself to the older girl. Chloe, was it? Another Chloe in Ravenclaw? Hmm...that wouldn't do. How about. The serial hugger. Grinning at her now, he introduced himself. "Hey, i'm Ewan". He wasn't sure why, but it was something about the older Ravenclaws that made him at ease here. They made him feel like he belonged. Which was nice for a change.

Looking around now, slightly boggled, he took a deep breath. There was always so much going on here. Giving his head a little shake, he turned back to Chloe. The younger Chloe. He chuckled now at her laugh now. He didn't recall saying anything funny but he'd liked that she'd found him funny. With a cheeky grin spreading across his face, he continued "Your Dad sounds like a really cool person! I mean, I hope I get on the quidditch team. Like him". As much as he didn't want to admit it, he'd never actually seen a game of quidditch let alone flown a broom, and he told Chloe this. Quietly, not to be overheard. Being a muggleborn wasn't something he really wanted to shout about. Not yet anyway. "How didn't he start at Hogwarts? Don't..most children start here?" . How much more do I have to learn about this place he though, looking at her blonde hair, somewhat in his own world.

Jessa's question. That did it. Quinn's smile widened genuinely. A sparkle, or the glimmer of one at least, reached her eyes. "Very much, yes! I do read wizarding fiction too, of course, but there is just something about how muggles imagine magic and our world that is," she paused, searching for the proper word. "Charming, I suppose you could say." It wasn't at all like reality, which is why Quinn adored muggle fiction. As a whole, it made their world more...magical than magic truly was, and she'd trade Hogwarts in a heartbeat for any one of those worlds if she had the chance.

"There is something to be said about examining the things in which you are familiar through the eyes of another." And that's exactly what muggle fiction let her do. "I brought all my favorites." Quinn patted the non-descript book affectionately. "Muggle and wizarding." And more. She had, in fact, brought the entirety of her family library at home. It had taken her most of the summer to copy them all into her book. It would likely take her all seven years to do the same with Hogwarts' library.

Quinn was still smiling widely when the first year Chloe greeted her. "I'm Quinn. How are you finding Hogwarts so far?" Because, again, seeing familiar or similar experiences from different people's perspectives was a valuable thing.

And then the Popper spoke. Muggle....movies? Her expression soured slightly. She had never seen a...movie was it? Never owned or watched a telly. She knew some witches and wizards that did, but her parents never let her. Not that she minded. She hadn't been interested, anyway. "I wouldn't know. Why would they bother making a movie of it if it was already a book?" She liked muggle perspectives on magic, but she just really didn't understand them.

His light blue eyes landed on Jessa when she saw that she was waving at him from the other side of the table. At least he was pretty sure that wave was for him... It was hard to tell because she was further away but either way it did not hurt to greet their Prefect so he waved back enthusiastically before he looked back down at his STILL empty plate.

With another sigh, Dorian suddenly realised he had drawn attention to himself as a few first years asked what was wrong. He blinked a couple of times and then Rolled his eyes. "Wow, What a good guess!" he said sarcastically at Nettie. He then frowned at his own words and sighed. "I'm sorry, that was rude of me..." he nearly always got irritated when he got hungry. "I'm fine" he told another first year (Chloe). "My name's Dorian by the way" he said to the first years and he was about to ask them for their names when something important happened that his eyes and ears were focused on Chloe Kettleburn as she came to the table.

CHOCOLATE BISCUITS!

"CHLOE!" He shouted as he tried to get her attention, all of the sudden he had energy again. "I want a biscuit, can i have one i'm starv--" he couldn't finish his sentence as at that time, the Headmistress had started her speech and the food appeared from where ever it came from. YAAAS!

The third year wasted no time and grabbed a handful of chicken drumsticks, mashed potato and some green cause his father would find out one way or another if he did not eat vegetables and began to devour his food. "Can i still have a biscuit?" He asked the older girl with a mouthful so that he was a bit hard to understand.

All these Ravenclaws were very obliging to Chloe and her hugging mission, and she returned for seconds to the few who were especially snuggly. New terms were really the very best best thing, weren't they? She took a flouncy seat at the table and began to unpack her bag in search of the chocolate biscuits. Only the slightest bit crumbly, and freshly made just yesterday afternoon by her mum.

Prefect Jessa got a bright grin, and her hands stilled in her bag. They really could set up a meeting? Like for real? "Don't you know if you had a good summer or not? I mean, on a scale of one to discovered a new breed of dragon...? That's practically a scientific way of looking at it." Chloe resumed rummaging, this time pulling out a tidy and iridescent day planner that was already tabbed and bookmarked like mad. "I'll fit you in... tomorrow morning, half past ten, in front of the fireplace? I'm afraid I can't do any earlier because I have a bath scheduled."

She penciled it in and tucked the planner back into her satchel, then finally freed the packet of biscuits. One for the cute little blondie thing who had her same name. "Hi, Chloe. I'm also Chloe, but my sister calls me Chlo and Chloworm. You could call me that, if it keeps it from being confusing. Or we could call you Chloe Junior." Cookie?

And a cookie for Ewan, another cutie little thing. "Ewan. Thanks for the hug. D'you want one? I helped make them, and they are extra gooey and delicious. Cross my heart." She paused. "Why d'you suppose we say that? I'm not really crossing my heart, and if I did, why would you be more inclined to trust me?" Sigh, so many questions. Another cookie to Dorian, who had YELLED Her name, but at least he knew her name. She gave him two, actually, even though the food had already arrived. "You can have as many as you want, Dorian."

Speaking of... what sort of pudding did they have today?

SPOILER!!: Quinn

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First the prefect, and now one of her fellow first years... It was clear the direction this evening was headed. Decision time. Did she want to be herself, and thereby risk alienating herself from these people on the first, and she did well to remind herself, these people she would be forced to be around, whether she liked that fact or not, for the next seven years? Or should she do her best to fit in and, in turn, remain on more amiable terms with these people?

Quinn knew the answer. She didn't necessarily like it, but she knew. The book was shut and returned to her pocket. Quinn closed her eyes, took a deep breath and composed herself. Being friendly was something that required preparation. When she opened her eyes again, she turned to Nettie and the prefect, and smiled, just a hair too widely. "I'm Quinn. Did you...uh, did you have a nice train ride?" Quinn abhorred small talk, and as such, was noticeable not skilled at it.

Trinetta didn't pick up at ALL on her fellow first years' hesitation to start small talk, and instead grinned when she got the girl to close the book and put it in her pocket. If she was going to start being best friends with everyone, they needed to start NOW, so that was good that she got her full attention!

"I did, well, except for a small scare with a chocolate frog," she explained. She still wasn't convinced that English candy was better than the French ones.

SPOILER!!: Juni!

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She was watching the sorting but she was tapping her fingers on the table. Maybe that was hungry nervous tick. Maybe. Then her eyes started scanning the other tables. That was weird where was Slate. Normally he was right there. Looking down at the empty seat beside her. It didn’t take her too long to find herself off in her own little world. That happened a lot when the fifth year was bored. That wasn’t often but it did happen. Only the voice of Captain Kirk brought her back to the sorting itself.

Giving him a small smile. ’Hey Captain. I sure did. I’m ready for tryouts.” She was planning on reclaiming her position this term. She had really enjoyed it last term and hope she would be back again. It was a nice little break… excuse to take a break from studying and this term study breaks would be more than welcome. ”Yeah. Fifth year. OWLS and all of that fun stuff. Seventh year are you ready?” She was already not ready for this group of seventh years to be seventh years yet. She looked up to many of them. She did not like thinking about how this was their last year.

Sigh. She was not a fan of this. And when did she become a fifth year. She was not a fan of this either.

”Hi Nettie. I’m Juniper but everyone calls me Juni.” She said the newly sorted Ravenclaw arrived. FIRST YEARS!! It was a weird feeling to be excited about ickles. It kind of felt like her turn to be somebody’s Miss Skylar. Like maybe her Slytherin friend was passing the touch to her this year. She listened into on Nettie and Kirk conversation about the first year boats and quidditch. The fifth year smiled when she heard France. Boy did she love that place. She could also speak french too. And she almost fell into the lake. That would have been awful. ”Oh gosh. Are you from France, Nettie? How was your summer?” She asked both of them. She was demanded to somewhat more social than she had in the past. Not sure how that was going to go.

And there was Jessa too. ”Yeah. I plan on trying out again.” She was going to try outs and just like last year she was going to see what happened. At least now she had a term to learn from and under her belt. Maybe hopefully she won’t be as nervous trying out this time. ”I think it’s good to have activities too. But sometimes I feel like I really have a lot going on at once. How was your summer?”

She was listening when she seen another new Ravenclaw first year (Quinn). Well this was something new even for a Ravenclaw. Reading a book during the sorting. Maybe the younger girl had read that book on the train. Not judging because she could have been found doing the same thing on train as well. Maybe that was a good book and she could not put it down. Even for the feast. She waved at her to get her attention. ”Hi I’m Juni. What are you reading?” Now she was really curious to see what book the girl was reading.

She took a sip of her pumpkin juice as she turned back to watch the sorting again. Hopefully that would curve her appetit while she was waiting. It wasn’t long that where two more new ickle Ravenclaws. (Chloe and Ewan) She smiled to both of them before introducing herself to them. ”Hi welcome to Ravenclaw I’m Juniper. Most people call me Juni though. Did you guys have a nice train ride?” Yep she was doing this the talking thing to new people she totally had this. She was enjoying being social for once. But man it was taking a lot out of her. She needed food.

Nettie nodded, taking a sip of her pumpkin juice before answering the older girl. "Yup! My parents and I just moved here this summer. My brother still works in France, and my OTHER brother is attending university in London," she explained. It had been an eventful summer, moving and settling in to their new home, that was for sure.

SPOILER!!: Chloe!

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People were talking all over the place and the hat was still sorting. The next thing she knew Ewen was there next to her. She did remember him from the bookstore and gave him a huge smile, "Ewen, you are a claw too, congrats." That's what people were saying to each other right? "My daddy was a prefect for Ravenclaw when he was here." She was very proud to tell everyone that, though it made her feel nervous about following in his footsteps.

Her eyes fell on an older boy and she grinned, she knew him. "Septimus hi" Her mom and his mom knew each other and she had seen him around a few times. Giving the boy a wave she heard someone else talk to her and she smiled at a girl that had been sorted just before her, "Hello Nettie, I'm Chloe, people just call me Chloe." She laughed feeling better and less nervous now that people were talking to her. "Is this the house you thought you would be sorted into?" Did others feel the way she did?

A whining boy ( Dorian) caught her attention and she looked at him curiously, "Are you alright?" Did he need a healer already?

She giggled at Chloe and then shrugged her shoulders at her question. "My parents and siblings didn't go here so - I didn't know a whole lot about the houses, to be honest," Nettie admitted. "I read up on them a bit but didn't give it much thought," she added. A house was a house - the learning was what she was most excited for!

"How about you?" she asked. She figured if Chloe was asking, that meant she had some feelings of her own about her sorting.

SPOILER!!: Ewan

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Beaming, Ewan nodded at Chloe, "Was he really? That must be so cool, you know, to be in the same house as your Dad!. He took a deep breath before he continued "I mean, If I was in my Dad's house, I might not be here. I'm so happy to be in Ravenclaw though. A little confused but Happy". In all honesty, he wasn't sure how he had managed to end up in the house that was considered, the smart house, was it? "Anyway, I'm sure your Dad will be super proud when you tell him!. He was happy for her. I mean, if his Dad was in a house, he'd want to be in that one too. Sitting back slightly now, he watched her interaction with the older boy, Septimus. She seemed to know him. Not wanting to be rude and interrupt, he turned towards the rest of the students.


He greeted them one by one now, after all, being rude to an older student wasn't something he wanted to do on his first day. At least not right away. With a mischievous grin, he turned.
"Hey Nettie, I'm Ewan, It's a pleasure to meet you, Are you a first year too? ". He asked, unsure because of the way she reacted to the older Ravenclaw, Kirk was it? The Quidditch Captain? Really? Okay, this guy is pretty cool. He couldn't blame her now. He hadn't actually seen a game of Quidditch but he loved sport! Any sport really. He had to make the team! Maybe not this year but eventually! Maybe Kirk could... help me? Nah, he won't want to. Fighting internally, unsure of if he should introduce himself to the older boy. He turned.


As he turned, he to introduce himself to the next student, he froze. Ugh.. This oneIn all fairness, Quinn hadn't done anything to deserve this reaction from him but, maybe that was why. She hadn't done anything. On the train, she had just sat she and mumbled something. Okay, Okay... Lets just start again he thought. Mustering his best, friendliest smile, he introduced himself. "Hey Quinn, I'm Ewan. What book have you got there?" That was an innocent question, right?


Briefly, Ewan acknowledged the older boy, with his head against the table. Is he...Okay Maybe I should uh... offer to help him? Or uh.. Get a teacher?. He turned now, ready to introduce himself to the next student, keeping an eye on the older boy.

"Hey Juni! I'm Ewan". Everyone in Ravenclaw was so friendly, well, mostly. With a sly glance at Quinn and the older boy, he continued, "I don't suppose you know how long until the food arrives? I'm starving!! and also as if on cue, a grumble could be heard, reverberating deep from inside him, as though something was trying to escape. "Sorry" he guffawed. Only he could make a fool of himself within the first 10 minutes of sitting down.

Nettie grinned at her fellow first year. "Yes! First of my family to go to Hogwarts too!" she added with another smile. Since everyone had gone to Beauxbatons up until this point. Yup.

SPOILER!!: Prefect Jessa!

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Was it her or did Quinn not seem all that up for conversation? It wasn't so much a judgement as an observation, one that left the Ravenclaw lightly gnawing at her lower lip. Thing was....as a student leader she was MEANT to be welcoming and ensure--for as much as she could-- that everyone was feeling like they belonged. That wasn't nearly the same as inserting yourself where you weren't wanted and sometimes that posed a conflict of interest.

Take right now for example. Did she keep talking to her, or leave her be to enjoy her book? The speech would be starting soon then it would be time for eating. With the way the rest of the night was likely to go, the young girl was already on borrowed time.

While she thought it over, she waved to young Septimus who took a spot at the table and greeted them before turning her attention to two other First Years--one she remembered from the shop in Diagon Alley (Ewan) and another she didn't (Chloe). "Welcome to Ravenclaw! I think you'll both love it here."

Dorian was the next to catch her attention as he came to the table. Understandably he seemed in a hurry for this night to be over with. He too got a small wave of greeting and a sympathetic look from where she sat on the other end.

And wasn't that an interesting question. Jessa's gaze fell to Nettie again. How did she really explain this? "Prefects are.....basically incharge of the house when the Professors aren't around and they help the Professors be in charge when they are. We help our housemates--and school mates I suppose--whenever there's a problem so if you need anything feel free to come get me." Seemed accurate enough. "Like...support and discipline rolled into one."

The Sixth Year found herself nodding along in agreement. Juni was right, it WAS good to have something to do. "Maybe pacing yourself might help? Or getting things a little more organized. Not sleeping works too if you've got too many things to do and not enough hours in the day to get them done. I tried that last term, it worked out pretty good. Got myself nicely caught up then everything felt less overwhelming." Of course, she was also aware that not everyone opted to remove necessary bodily functions as needed in order to get through everything that needed doing but if you could then why not? "Summer was decent. No real complaints. Yours?"

Oh? There were suddenly arms around her. Jessa twisted slightly, trying to get a better look at whoever it might've been. Chloe. Good egg that one was, for the most part. Not ever having to scrape her off the Common Room floor (or ceiling) was a pretty clear indicator of that. "I did have a good summer, I think." She said, a small nod coming in shortly after. Had it been good? She supposed it had, given the circumstances. "No diary needed, I could fit you in with most anything else I'm doing. 'Sides, I've always got time for questions. How does after all the ruckus of the new term ends sound to you?" I.e tomorrow when she was no longer trying not to lose anyone on the walk up. "How was your summer?"

Peter Pan, was it? Curious. "D'you prefer muggle fiction?" Despite her resolve to not bother the younger girl (Quinn), Jessa found it an interesting choice to be engrossed in. Surely by this age it couldn't have been her first read through of it. New school, all the magic of new encounters and literal magic and the permission to use it now without regulation...to an extent as opposed to only having family do it for you. The many possibilities and yet...the thing that held her attention was a muggle children's story. Naturally, this left the question of why? Very curious indeed.

Nettie turned her attention to the older girl when she answered her question and nodded, listening intently. "Oooooh, ok...well, good to know," she said with a smile. It really WAS good to know who she could turn to if she needed help. So far, everyone in her house seemed super helpful and welcoming!

SPOILER!!: Dorian!

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His light blue eyes landed on Jessa when she saw that she was waving at him from the other side of the table. At least he was pretty sure that wave was for him... It was hard to tell because she was further away but either way it did not hurt to greet their Prefect so he waved back enthusiastically before he looked back down at his STILL empty plate.

With another sigh, Dorian suddenly realised he had drawn attention to himself as a few first years asked what was wrong. He blinked a couple of times and then Rolled his eyes. "Wow, What a good guess!" he said sarcastically at Nettie. He then frowned at his own words and sighed. "I'm sorry, that was rude of me..." he nearly always got irritated when he got hungry. "I'm fine" he told another first year (Chloe). "My name's Dorian by the way" he said to the first years and he was about to ask them for their names when something important happened that his eyes and ears were focused on Chloe Kettleburn as she came to the table.

CHOCOLATE BISCUITS!

"CHLOE!" He shouted as he tried to get her attention, all of the sudden he had energy again. "I want a biscuit, can i have one i'm starv--" he couldn't finish his sentence as at that time, the Headmistress had started her speech and the food appeared from where ever it came from. YAAAS!

The third year wasted no time and grabbed a handful of chicken drumsticks, mashed potato and some green cause his father would find out one way or another if he did not eat vegetables and began to devour his food. "Can i still have a biscuit?" He asked the older girl with a mouthful so that he was a bit hard to understand.

...except for this one.

Nettie frowned and raised an eyebrow at the boy. WOW. RUDE. She was just being polite and trying to joke around. Hmm. She wondered if anyone else in her house would react like that to her bubbly personality. She softened a bit as he apologized for being rude, but still made a mental note in the back of her brain about the whole attitude thing. "Hi Dorian! I'm Trinetta," she introduced herself politely to him.

She paused as the Headmistress at the staff table stood and gave a short little speech. No new teachers? Was that like...a THING here? She wasn't sure how the turnover was at Beauxbatons but she imagined it was a good thing if you DIDN'T have people quitting and leaving all the time. She wasn't sure what kind of reading she got from the woman - who was clearly American, that was unexpected - but as soon as she ended her speech and the FOOD appeared, her thoughts completely derailed and all she could think of now was piling her plate HIIIIIIGGGGHHHHHH with food!