Originally Posted by Deatheater 2251

Connor walked over to the Slytherin table after having been sorted into Slytherin house. He looked up and watched the rest of the sorting and then smiled as the food appeared on the plates. He was hungry. He filled his plate and took a bite of Salad and waited for one of his friends to speak to him or something. He looked up and saw little Lila, waving her over he smiled at her happily.

Originally Posted by Bubbles

OHMERLIN!!!

She, Peyton Xiomara Baltazar got sorted into SLYTHERIN!

The eleven year old could hardly contain her excitement. She skipped all the way to the green table and stopped once she had reached it. There were several people there, but then realized she didn't know anyone there.

O_O

She straightened her robes and cleared her throat. Time to make her debut. "Hi, everyone!" she greeted everyone at the table. Might as well, since she was going to be sharing a common room with these people.

Originally Posted by Anna Banana

Sierra gave a routine eye roll toward absolutely no one in particular. The Great Hall was just getting noisier by the second. The sound of some chattering person or possibly object grew louder and louder behind her. What in the name of Merlin?! With her eyebrows furrowed in slight annoyance, she turned around, hearing her name yelled quite loudly halfway through the spin.

Oh. Lulu Patterson. Well, Lulu was an obvious exception, as Sierra seemed to get along surprisingly well with the third year girl. She was loud, proud, and had a no-nonsense attitude about her similar to the one Sierra usually displayed. Plus, she was a proud Slytherin, which of course earned her enough brownie points to make up for the sound of her ferret making its grand appearance.

Sierra stood and moved to Lulu's end of the table, not because she was willingly obeying, though, but because the feast with Lulu was bound to be better than continuing to spend her time assessing the staff table. "Oh, hey, Lulu," she greeted. Oh, yes. Miss Greingoth could be very nice to a few certain people. She eyed Sir Robin, who she now knew to be the one responsible for the chattering sound she'd heard earlier. "Sir Robin will...," she said, continuing to eye the ferret, "...be less than pleased to meet Hissy Fit." She glanced down at the empty table, wishing there was at least a roll in front of her. "Well, anyway...how was your summer?"



Sierra immediately stiffened her body and widened her eyes. Whoever had just greeted her sounded overly-friendly, which likely meant a badger boy had escaped the confines of his own house table and wandered over to the snake pit. Michael White? Oh, please no. Cedric? Jake? Nahh. Long gone. In her new seat next to Lulu, Sierra slooooowly turned around, finally coming face to face with...

"...oh. Oh, Alex!" she said, her voice a little more excited than usual. It had been months, literally, since she'd seen her brother, and Merlin it looked like he'd grown even taller than he'd been the last time she'd seen him. Sierra had always secretly joked that Alex was half mountain troll, what with his unusual height of--what? 5'6"? 5'7"? Hmm...--at such a young age.

...and then awkwardness set in. Why? She didn't exactly know, but she found it sort of hard to think of something else to say. "So, ...how was your summer?" she finally asked. Yeah. That's what she wanted to know.



Sierra had just finished questioning Alex about his summer, when she happened to glance across the table and see some unfamiliar older girl looking her way. Had she been here last school year? Hmm...nah. Sierra would have remembered her from at least a few classes or the common room. A transfer? Yeah. Most likely. ...but why was she trembling? Surely someone her age wasn't afraid of their first day of school?

She mentally assessed the girl for a moment and then finally spoke up. "Sierra Greingoth," she said, "...and I'll be much better once this feast gets underway and I can return to the common room." She paused and reminded herself that this was a new student and someone going out of their way to at least try and make a friend. She smiled and added, "It's good to meet you. Is this your first year here at Hogwarts?" Wow. She sounded so...Hufflepuff.

Originally Posted by Emms

Emma walked over to the tables and saw a familiar face. It was Orabelle- the girl she had briefly met at the Ice Cream place or was it the Leaky Cauldron? She couldn't remember. The blonde walked over and saw a seat open by Orabelle. "Hey Orabelle. Nice to see you again. Welcome to Slytherin." greeted Emma with a friendly nod. Then she noticed something didn't seem right about Orabelle- was the girl not eating?

"What's the matter? Upset about something. I can understand. My best friend left last year and her mother locked her away in America." she explained, shrugging.




Emma turned around to see another girl and she smiled happily at her. "Hi, not sure if I've seen you around before. I'm Emma. Emma Malfoy. And you are? So is this your second or third year here?" she asked, holding her hand out for the girl to shake it. Twas always good to be friendly- Fee, Alex, and Ellie were not here. Pout. Neither was Dianna nor Sel. Bigger Pout. Yet the blonde continued to smile at the other girl.

Originally Posted by mellamaet

Cass entered the great hall with a frown on her face. Stupid firsties almost trampling her to death. Hmph. Honestly, Hogwarts was still going to be there, even if they would just slow down and not squish people to death!! Was she like that as a first year? She hoped not.

Then she walked towards the Slytherin table, she heard someone call Elle's name, and found that it was a young Gryffindor holding a book who looked liked she was going to faint due to fright or something.



"I know her." Cass said as she stopped in front of the girl. "Do you want me to give her the book or would you rather return it to her yourself?" She asked as she raised an eyebrow. Typical of Elle to leave her things lying around.



As she was talking to the little girl, she felt someone pass her who seemed to be in a hurry. Someone with long red hair.

Ah. Elle.

It wasn't that hard to guess who she was considering the bizarre fact that most Slytherin girls were blondes and not redheads.

"What's with the grim expression, Princess?" She asked with a small smile, using the nickname that they had come up for her last term.