Freya noticed a girl sitting at the end and waved her over, she looked really upset. 'Well, Freya, try to be nice now.' she told herself. "Hey," she said kindly to the girl, "what are you crying for? Nobody here is going to bite you." she finished with a small smile, hoping that the girl wasn't too frightened.

Raiden giggled when the older girl ruffled his hair. As far as he could remember, only a random nurse in the hospital, or his mother, had ever done that to him. It was completely different to have a lady person doing it in Hogwarts while grinning at him.

"I'm very glad for it," he replied. "I guess I've finally figured out the thing that all my luck got put into. I don't hurt girls when I knock them over."

It was, in fact, pretty lucky. Growing up the way he did, he had gotten pretty good with being careful about falling or knocking into things. When he was younger, any little shock could have sent him over the edge and back into the hospital... He ignored the thought of that and listened to Evangeline Green as she continued on.

"You didn't even notice that your own name rhymed?" he said incredulously. How silly of her! "I really like your rhyming name, Evangeline Green... why would people want to write bad songs? I can only think of good songs for Evangeline Green, because you're nice!"

Casper? Like the friendly ghost? Lola mulled it, a confused expression shifting across her face. Before receiving that fated Hogwarts letter, she was a great appreciator of Muggle TV. Casper was a part of it, somewhere there, among those ANCIENT Muggle shows. Oh, Audrey and Grace, a bleak, bleak life it would have been if I were to never meet you! "Pleasure, Casper," she smiled gently, offering her hand. The gentleman test. Always necessary, or so that sister of hers taught. Oh, what a dizzy event that was. "Lorraine Demesne, but that's ridiculous, so just Lola." It rolled off her tongue with bated appreciation. Lola loved, pampered, and babied her name. After all, God willing, that name would make her famous one day. Soon.

Oh, she'd almost forgotten. Lola curled a leg over the bench, followed by another and fluttered down gracefully, reaching for the nearest pitcher of water. "So, Casper," that name still gave her pleasant giggles. "What year are you in? I can fairly assume that you're new?" she asked, rather curious. "I keep up with faces, but forgive me if I'm wrong." Bloody hell, I do hope I'm right. A faux-pas this early in the year? Flustered, her eyes demurely fell to her hands. Same. Small, with pale, almond-shaped nails and the emerald ring she treated herself to in Cartier this past month. She lingered on the stone, ingesting the facets, while finally gathering the courage to look back up at Casper. Water trickled into her goblet, nearly upsetting over the rim. Finished, Lola replaced the pitcher and absently pressed the glass to her lips Sly, Lola, never a thing to say. Or do you always need a script?

Yes she was. My father says ive inherated some of her ablities. Lucy grabbed some chicken and poured herself some pumpkin juice. So what are you looking foward to most in hogwarts? she asked taking a bite of chicken.

"Well," Freya began, "of course the education, I'm always keen to learn. But causing some trouble wouldn't be bad either. I'm anxious to find those hidden passageways I've heard about, that should be interesting." Freya ended with a grin. "How about you? What do you want to accomplish this year?"

Well i want to raise my potion grades, and i need to work on my N.E.W.Ts. I want to be an Auror when i graduate. But like you i need to find all the secret passageways. I know only two. she said lowering her voice so none could hear her. She did want to be an auror more than anything.

Freya stared at her, "An Auror huh? That's a rather tough field." she said a little more cautious than usual. "My mother would go into hysterics if I said I wanted to become an Auror. I'm going for formal healer training after I complete two years here." Freya stopped for a moment, stabbing another half chicken and placing it onto her plate. "I also hoped to go into researching of some sort, I like that kind of thing."

"No, the pleasure is all mine." Casper said in a smooth voice. He gently took her hand, but instead of shaking it, he raised it to his lips. He liked this girl. He barely knows her, only knowing her name. But still. She has that dramatic essence about her. It was unique, not like some of the personalityless girls he has met so far. But then again, he might be interpurrating her first impression incorrectly. He tended to do that often. "Lola." He repeated, quietly. That name suited her, or well, her red lips.

"I'm a fifth year." Casper answered before he took another bite of the food in front of him. It was amazing food, he just couldn't get over it. "Oh, don't worry. I am new. I was homeschooled, before." There must be something about his personality or appearance that just screamed 'I'm new!' There was no way that his new peers knew everyone in the school, so to be able to point out the new kid was quite a talent. Lola wasn't the first person to point out his 'newness.'

I rather enjoy challenages really. she said smiling. She took a sip of her pumpkin juice. As for a healer that sounds intersting. Do you want to work at St. Mungo's? Ive stayed there once. Everyones so nice a pleasent.

Amanda looked up at the staff table and saw some familiar faces from last term, and a few of the professors she didn't know. But she presumed they were teaching at Cooper's last term so she wasn't that concerned, her eyes stopped when she saw...Trelawney. The smile was wiped off her face,she wasn't happy now, she heard rumours of Cassandra Trelawney was coming back as the Healer's Intern but she never thought that they were true until now. She wasn't looking forward to going to the Hospital Wing now, it was like last term all over again, only Trelawney wasn't the Prefect, thank merlin.

"My mommy does that stuff too. Well not the cooking she can't cook at all. Well she makes Ghana food but it makes us all sick. That makes my mommy laugh though." Lucas said as he got another forkful of Theo's mashed potatoes.

"Hmmm," Freya thought for a moment, "I really don't think I'll end up working at St. Mungo's for some reason. I hope to end up working where there are sudden traumatic emergencies. You know...like when witches and wizards deal with beasts they shouldn't. I'd actually like to be on the scene when it happens. Sure the injuries can be much more horrific, but the excitement and rewards outweigh the negatives. And I'm okay with blood and gore." Freya stopped, waiting for Lucy's reaction, she never shared her future plans with many people.

Reese walked into the Great Hall...just running a tad bit late.But she made it.Little Miss Reese Northway has arrived.

She walked over to the Slytherin table and took a seat at the far left side of the table.She ruffled out some of her hair and looked around.She didn't see any of her friends.Where were they?

Lucy giggled. Then she said Your lucky you can stand blood and guts. I normally faint when i see stuff like that. She picked at her salad. She looked at the staff table. When were they going to start the accounments? she sat there silent. Not knowing what to say next.

"Oh really, then you'd hate what I do at home." Freya said with a wide smile, "Pretty much all I deal with is gross, nasty stuff. Especially blood, I get it all over me sometimes, not to sound grotesque or anything. Even when I compete there's a risk of getting dirty." Freya glanced up at the staff table. "I hope they get us upstairs soon, I'm beat." Thinking of something, Freya asked, "How nice are the rooms that we have?"

Lucas looked up when a girl hurried into the Great Hall. He smiled at her. "We didn't eat all the food I promise." he told her. She seemed to be wanting to get the to table in time for dinner. Maybe she thought they were going to eat all the food way from her or something.

A kiss. Lola's little heart just right near exploded. But yes, the pleasure was all his, after all. He was in the company of a lady. Normally, that would have been too forward, but his shyness was...rather endearing. Lola's eyes gently narrowed and she let the kiss pass with a small nod, a smirk threatening to ruin to the moment. How proud L'Wren would be! Turning fourteen really did work wonders. A whole year. Just the carousel of time and I'm getting my hands kissed. Oscar night, here I come! "You're such a gentleman," she complimented with a small chime-like laugh, surprising herself with how blase she could be. Tucking a stray curl behind her ear, she turned away, pondering the iridescent North Star that flickered boldly in a blanket of millions. Just like her. Stars were immersing. She stifled when he repeated her name. Oh, more. "I always wanted something more creative," she lamented, twisting her water goblet between her hands, eyes never leaving the ceiling. "Something...fierce, you know? Bold." She cocked her head and glanced at him, reading for understanding. Her speech wasn't that incomprehensible. She dreamed big.

"Mmm, I didn't think first years would be this tall," she joked, upon learning of his seniority. "I'm a fourth year." She poised a strawberry over her lips, nearly taking a bite when she stared at him. Slightly wide-eyed. Her mind protested in distaste, but also wildly inquiring. "Homeschooled? Wow. I'd never be able to cope with Divine twenty-four seven. Divine's my mom," she added as an afterthought, creating a nibble-mark in the strawberry, jaw barely moving as chewed. People always asked who Divine was. Like calling your mother by her first name was such an uncommon practice. "I remember being new." Of course, she was never this overwhelmed. He, however was, and Lola's heart went out to him. His face hinted it. He was embarrased by the recognition. The diamonds in the coal tended to. Some enjoyed the spotlight, some overwhelmed. "I came here in second year. I love it here because it's such a step from zat French school." Lola pouted prettily. No boys. Belle's was like a flashback. Horror movie style.

Reese looked at the boy that started talking to her.She laughed when he said that they didn't eat all the food."Well,I'm glad that you guys didn't eat everything,"she told him.She picked up a roll that was in front of her and took a bite.She looked back at the boy."I don't think we've met.I'm Reese Northway."

Penelope looked up at girl. She tryed to say something but all she could do was mumble.
'I, ahh, I wanna go back home, no one hear likes me and I have no friends'
Penelope waited for an answer hoping the girl wouldn't start laughing.
'Plus all my brothers and sisters are in Ravenclaw so they think Im stupid for being in Slyhterin'.
Penelope hoped the girl wouldnt walk away leaving once more on her own.

There very nice. At least the Slytherins are nice. There Four Poster beds and the blankets and sheets are very warm. Feels like home almost. Lucy replied smiling. Dessert appeared. She grabbed some Trickle Tart.

Lucas clapped his hands over his mouth to keep from spraying mashed all over everyone as he laughed. She was funny. He liked her. "I'm Lucas, Lucas Greenwood." He told her as he watched her eat a roll. "I like your name. Its like the candy Reese pieces. I like that candy. Its chocolate and peanut butter. I like muggles too." He rambled on.

Freya looked at the girl, not knowing what to say for a moment. "Don't be silly." Freya said as gently as she could without sounding like a crazy person, "You just got here, things take time." she continued giving the girl a miniscule smile. "And don't worry about what your brothers or sisters think, family tradition can't go on forever, someone has to break the mold eventually, so you should feel proud." Freya continued in her careful tone of voice. "Come down here with me, you can meet Lucy, she's nice." Freya said standing up to her full height and walking slowly back to her original seat. "Come on." she said one last time patting her hand on the empty seat next to her waiting for the shy girl to join her,watching the girl, waiting, her pale eyes keeping contact.

"Aha! Nice!" Freya exclaimed thinking about a nice bed. "I invited a new girl to come over, she's real shy...so be nice!" Freya said in a jesterly tone, "I know how cruel you are after all..." she finished with a small laugh.
Freya eyed the dessert as it appeared, looking for the least offensive one, she took a small portion and waited for the shy girl to join her and Lucy.

Penelope didn't know what to say, for the first time in her life someone accepted her. She watched the girl straighten up. She was tall, giant in fact, Penelope was starting to feel scared again. However seeing as though noone else was talking to her she got up and took her seat next to the two new people. There was someone else here now, was it this Lucy person?
Penelope was starting to feel hungry.
'Um, can yoplease pass the treacle tart?'
She said watching attentively for the answer.

Lucas?Wow.This was the third Lucas she knows.This name WAS popular."It's a pleasure to meet you,Lucas,"she said with a slight smile."Oh.Thanks.I'm glad you like it.And,truth be told,one of my nicknames is Reese pieces."She giggled."My boyfriend made it up,you are more than welcome to call me that if you like,"she told him.

"Of course I can." Freya said instantly, grabbing the bowl away from anyone else who might have wanted it, allowing the girl to take what she wanted before she put the bowl back. "My name is Freya by the way, it's nice to meet you."