Evan entered the castle with all that crowd, and he halted at the entrance, fascinated with it. So this was the magical castle, that was it? He looked at the Great Hall in astonishment, mouth opened a meter. How could the candles fly? And how come it was so big? Was it charmed, or it was that big? All these questions were asked in his mind in a second, right before his mind froze with his glance up to the ceiling. WAS IT OPEN-AIR? He sniffed, trying to smell something natural. But he smelled nothing from the nature outside. And it wasn't cold like outside. Then he got it, it was charmed either. He chuckled to his idiocy, they lived in magic. When someone yelled him to move on, he jumped a bit, looked around as he came back to earth. He smiled to himself and took some steps, stopping to examine every table to see a familiar face. He spotted Rayedem at Ravenclaw table, and then he saw Eva Hufflepuff, although he couldn't see through the crowd, he was sure Andrew and Joshua were somewhere at the Gryffindorks'. At last he spotted Andy Aaron, Iris, Fallon who immediately sped up his heartbeats, with some weird haired girl... He narrowed his eyes to see better, he hoped to spot Lyra too. But instead, he spotted... [/u]Joshua? What was he doing here? He gasped with a very frightening thought: was he sorted into Slytherin? No way! He couldn't be! He was a dork, he couldn't be soted into Slytherin! Oh no! He felt like fainting or throwing up, but he held himself and approached to the table with confident steps. He gave his back to Joshua as he sat somewhere far away from him, and pretended he didn't see him. He waved to Fallon and smiled, his blue eyes sparkling with excitement and joy. He smiled politely and shyly to Andy Aaron and Iris, waving a little. He sat somewhere close to them, but still they had a few people. If Fallon wanted to talk to him, she could call him.

He turned to the people around him, and to a random person he said "Hey, I'm Evan Cartwright." in a thick Scouse accent, and tucked his blond hair behind his ear impatiently. He smiled politely, and poured down some water, sipping at it. With all fear of Joshua being Slytherin, his throat was dry.