Freya looked around at the seamlessly flawless faces of the other Slytherins. She sighed deeply, if it wasn't for the gash on her face, she would be equally as 'perfect' as the rest of them, whatever that meant. Reaching into her inner-pocket, she retrieved her trusty mirror. Freya gave a miniscule smile, it did seem to be settling down after all, it was less red now, and the swelling was going away. 'Oh well, it'll be gone eventually,' she thought, 'until then I guess I'll just wear it as a badge of honor.' She continued to gaze up at the ceiling, again deep in thought.

Evolette shot a glance at her nails, regarding the boy beside her with the full force of her ice queen exterior, "Mmm." she mused, deliberately taking her time before she replied, "I suppose you could say that." Not that it had been her fault. Nothing was ever her fault. She was faultless.

Cale wrinkled his eyebrows and stared at her, determined to break her before she made him cave, which would happen soon, as always. "Well, some apologizing needs to be done, don't you agree?" he asked. "Because all this...awkwardness is just stupid, don't you think?"

"Do you have some kind of question asking quota that needs to be filled for the day?" she asked, brushing her hair back again in an agitation. "Because it is giving me a dull migraine."

An apology? How delightful.

"All right then." she replied, dropping her hand palm down on the table and looking at him, "Go right ahead. I am listening."

Cale's mouth dropped open for a second before he retailiated. "Do you have a sarcastic quota that needs to be filled for the day? Cause I think you just filled a weeks worth within the last five minutes."

He frowned again and crossed his arms. "Why should I start? It was you who was rather rude, you know."

Touche.

Evolette looked at Cale, a smirk tugging on her lips, "Too unoriginal to come up with your own slams?" she asked, pride almost visibly dripping from her words, "Well, feel free to quote me, you seem to need all the help you can get."

She followed his example and crossed her own slim arms together, "Perhaps, but I am always rude. Why should I start apologizing now?"

"Maybe cause it's common decency?" he suggested, glaring at her and pushing a stray curl out of his line of vision. "I mean, you caused an awful lot of trouble between me and Anna that could have ruined our relationship. And well, I don't like rude people, but I do like you and if you're going to continue being rude I'd rather not be around you. So, I guess I'm asking...do you still want to be friends with me?" he asked.

That was the point silly boy.

Evolette sighed, he was playing the pity card on her. "I suppose I might." she replied, shrugging, "But I do not fancy having friends who raise their voices at me."

What was he expecting? Did he want her to cry all over herself and beg his forgiveness? As if.

"Well, I don't like friends who are rude to me and my friends, so we have to make some sacrifices."

Gah. What was WITH him and ripping off her comebacks today? Usually he could do witty banter pretty well.

"Look, I'm sorry, ok?" he muttered. He just wanted to get this whole thing over with and if he had to back down, then fine. It's not like he wanted to, though. "Just promise me one thing, ok? Can you at least try to be nice to Anna? You can hate her as much as you want but when she's around could you at least try to say something to her without it coming out all rude and caustic?"

Evolette raised an eyebrow when he pretty much parroted her last statement. Meh. Get your own material Newell!

She listened to him carefully, almost wishing that she could record his apology, this had to be epic. She winced at his last comment and pressed her lips together as if it were physically painful for her to even think about being nice to Anna Greingoth. "Fine." she replied finally, "I will try."

She said she would try. She never said she would try hard.

Geez, she didn't have to act like he was asking her to stab herself in the eye with a quill when he asked her to be nice to Anna, did she? Ahh, well, it was progress at least. "Ok, friends again?" he asked, holding out his arms for a hug, but at the same time blushing more than normal. He hugged all his girl friends, sure, but it would feel weird hugging Evolette after they had just had this huge argument.

He had caught her by surprise. What, was he bipolar or something? First he was yelling at her, now he was asking her for a hug? It was a good thing that all boys were not as weird as Cale, or she would have signed off of them a long time ago.

"Er. Friends. Okay, sure." she replied, hesitantly looking at him as if he had lobsters crawling out of his ears. What the heck? There was nothing wrong with a hug, she guessed anyway.

Shifting closer, she leaned into him and wrapped her arms around his neck. It was still weird, but, why not have some fun? He was already blushing. As she pulled away, she pecked his cheek, smirking innocently. She kissed ALL of her male friends. Bwaha. "Well, goodbye now." she said suddenly, standing up and walking away from the table in search of Terry.

Isabella walked quickly to her house table. Of course, just her luck that she was running late. She took the first seat she could find and glanced around a bit unnerved by the many new faces surrounding her.

"Hello" she stammered to the people beside her. "I'm Isabella Carrington." She gave a slight smile as she stared down the table.

Nicholai looked up and smiled at the other boy. The smile turning into a smirk as he caught the flirtatious byplay between Hugo and various young slytherin girls. Hah! Evolette was right- Hugo would be a good candidate for the game.

"Nice to meet you, Hugo." Nicholai nodded easily.

Nicholai smiled lazily having just been watching the interplay between Seth and Evolette.

"Now, now my friend; if you wish to hear a pearl of wisdom or two you need only ask." Nico raised an eyebrow, "Although Evolette seems to be doing a fine job of schooling you." Nico grinned and shot a look at Evolette.

Nicholai watched in annoyance as the hufflepuff girl tried to start a foodfight. He had his hand ready to reach for his wand in case any food got thrown at himself or Evolette; another excellent application for the protego charm.

Seth and the new Slytherin prefect were on it though.

And then came Cale. Nicholai frowned and shot a look at Seth; still over with Bowl boy and the Slytherin female prefect. Evolette was on a roll however, and managed to keep Newell in his place.

Evolette of course made a timely exit; keeping the upper hand. And leaving Cale in the snakepit. Nicholai was being on his best behaviour; he had told Anna he'd play nice, and in this case it meant he was going to ignore Cale. He was too close for that right now however, so Nico slowly stood up and moved further up the table.

His new spot was a little quieter, with space on either side of him. He glanced over at the Ravenclaw table again, this time spotting his sister. He frowned; was Cela playing with her food? He'd have to talk to her about that later.

Flutters began to errupt in Kiera's stomach as that smile appeared upon Samuel's face. Ugh. What an annoying feeling. "I think you've killed that bread roll," she said nodding to the roll and, letting the smile creep upon her face. She reached over to his hands, took the pieces of bread from him, and placed them onto his plate. Then she dusted off her hands, and sat them neatly on her lap. "No, you didn't," she said, just as matter of factly. Picking up her glass sitting on the table, she took a long sip, and then set it back down, the water now was gone.

Turning her attention back to Samuel, she began to bite her lip. Stupid nervous habit. "Well, did you enjoy the train ride without me?" She asked, with a small unnoticable wink, and her rich french accent lacing her english words.

"I am full. If I eat anymore I fink I might esplode," Theo giggled. "I heard from my daddy dat Ravenclaw won last year, and Slyvverin before dat. He tells us all da winners of da Quidditch cup at Hogwarts. I fink he gets all da notes." He was happy that Slytherin had won. "I don't fink Hufflepuff have won in years."

Tasha turned at the sound of the girls voice and missed the handful of potatoe by inches.

"Oi! What are you doing exactly?" She asked, her dad's temper kicking in. "Seriously, food fights are so lame..." She added as she flicked her shoulder length blonde hair away from her face. "Anyway... What right have you got to throw something a slytherin? None. Go back to your own table thank you..." And with that, Tasha turned her back on the girl and searched the table again. I can't believe I don't know anyone! She thught as she picked up her goblet and sipped at the pumpkin juice it was holding, her eyes darting round the faces near her.

Raiden made a mental note to start paying better attention to his surroundings. One minute, he was talking to Evangeline Green, and then he'd been distracted by something appearing on the table... He'd heard her speaking, but before he'd had a chance to say anthing back...

SPLAT.

Evangeline Green seemed to be covered with mashed potatoes. Raiden flinched with surprise as a bit of it hit him in the ear after splattering off her; he blinked and looked around at the source of the potatoes as the older girl jumped up and went after her. And there was a boy, too, going for the Hufflepuff troublemaker... Raiden wondered for a moment if he'd gotten it wrong. He'd heard that Slytherin was the House full of troublemakers... So far he'd seen Gryffindors and Hufflepuffs causing problems. Carefully, he wiped potatoes out of his ear and stared at poor, potato-covered Evangeline Green as she disciplined the girl, amazement etched on his face.

Evangeline had known she had messed up the moment the words left her mouth. This is Clifford Carden. He's my ... friend. That was true - Clifford was her friend; Clifford was her bestest friend. But Clifford was her boyfriend, no matter how she disliked the word. Somehow, and no matter how cheesy it sounded, the word boyfriend didn’t quite apply to Clifford in her mind.

He was everything. So much more than just a mere boyfriend.

She could sense that Clifford had been offended, perhaps even sad. What an idiot she was. If it had been the other way around, and Clifford had introduced her as his friend to some other girl, she would've been seriously annoyed too. But she hadn't thought of that before.

She never did.

"Are you --" She started, but her voice trailed off into nothingness and she sighed a bit. Of course he wasn't okay. She could hear it in his voice, she could read it on his body language. But what should she do? Apologise? She doubted that would be enough, but she really couldn't do anything else there. So, in a poor attempt to apologise without saying so, she moved her hand to brush against his and finally cover it.


One of her eyebrows went back up into her fringe when the last expected person showed up - Cale Newell. Hah. He probably was there to check if she had been killed by the attempted food fight. "Newell." She said in acknowledgement, wondering what business he had at her table.

Just then, she remembered the little boy she had been talking to before being attacked with food and, without leaving Clifford's hand, turned around to see him. Awwww, poor thing. He had potato on his ear! Grabbing a clean napkin, she handed it to him and grinned. Apparently, Evangeline could well be separated from Evangeline the Prefect. Emotions wise, at least. "Here you go, Rai. Sorry about that."

He wasn't particularly in the mood to eat anymore - SHOCK HORROR! - and Clifford stared down at his plate, playing with his food and turning it into a plate of gooey mush. Heh. Being the pig he was, he'd still eat it.

He understood that Evangeline now being a Prefect.. well, that she'd kinda be busy doing her Prefect stuff, whatever that was, but this wasn't what he'd been expecting when he'd come and joined her.

There was food wastage ... horrible introductions ... a very popular Evangeline ... and a sulky Clifford.

Maybe it was a bad idea after all? ACK!

"Don't worry. I'm fine." He shrugged when she showed her concern. He really wasn't fine, not really. But he didn't want to make Evangeline busier than she already was. She probably had more important things to worry about than him being an idiot and he accepted that. She was a Prefect after all.

Absent mindedly he slipped his hand out from underneath hers so he could cut up a piece of chicken.

He'd just keep quiet and eat. That way he couldn't embarrass Evangeline any more. That was why she hadn't intoduced him as her boyfriend, right? Right.

"Neatly destroyed, actually," Samuel objected, nodding towards the roll that had been so recently removed from his hands aswell. He still wasn't feeling at his best, even with her a few inches away from him, it was just the smell/sight/thought of meat. When is it going to be over?! He thought tiredly, also picking up a glass of water and downing it, slightly less gracefully than Kiera had done it.

"The train ride was quite good..." He replied, his mind suddenly flicking back to it, then his eyes went to her as he spoke, "I met a rather nice person, she helped me get over my travel sickness." Alright, so it possibly wasn't nice to mention Astrid in such a way, after all, she might like him a bit more than he liked her, but she still was his friend, even though he'd caught a glimpse of her wearing that awful Gryffindor outfit. It was a nasty colour combination in itself. Yellow and red. Ugh.

Beginning to feel slightly annoyed by, everything, Miles glanced at Vannie and half smiled. Maybe he was overreacting, and making a big fuss over nothing. But whatever it was, it wasn't nice, and it was only there when Hugo and Evolette were there. But, they were his best friends right? Wasn't he supposed to be happy that they were there? With him, at school? It was the fact that, once Hugo and Evolette were together, they were off, and it annoyed Miles, even though he didn't want to be. The way they talked and talked and Miles was left, he still had Vannie, but these were his best friends ... he thought.

Miles knew that they knew eachother before he had even came into their lives. But the feeling of being left out still remained, it made him grumpy, and lose his appetite. He placed his falk, more like dropped, at the side of his plate, which weirdly, was still full with food. He really had lost his appetite. "No. It's not-..." Miles tried to say quietly, she didn't understand, but it didn't matter, she didn't need to know right? He rested his chin on his hand, scanning the great hall. He had given up answering to Vannie, there was no need. He glanced at her again, smiled, kind of reassuring her that everything was fine, although it wasn't.

Vannie could tell that something was wrong, especially when he stopped eating, even though his plate was full of food. "Miles," She spoke quietly as she shuffled a little closer to him. She wanted to know why he wasn't okay although she had a pretty good idea what it was about. She saw his look but didn't believe it that much, his body language from before had concerned her and she wasn't going to drop it. Taking his other hand she interwined there fingers and squeezed his hand, hoping to make him feel a little better. "Whats wrong?" She asked, seeming to be talking even quieter than she had before. She was going to ask was he okay but she kind of knew that he would just say yes so that the subject would move on. She smiled at him as she looked around the hall. He should be enjoying the feast, especially seeing as his best friends were her but he seemed to not be. She wanted to know why.

Clifford wasn't eating, and Evangeline knew him well enough to know that that was not a good sign. In fact, it was a very, very, very bad sign. Just like playing with the food was an universal sign that something wasn't alright. And since Clifford was doing both, there was no denying it - something was terribly wrong with him.

And Evangeline had a feeling she knew just what wasn't okay with him. Stupid, idiot her had just spoilt everything. Everything! Like in that day back in Diagon Alley.

"If ... if you say so." She muttered rather sadly, looking down at her own plate and avoiding eye contact. Okay - he didn't want to talk to her, she wouldn't force him. Maybe she should just believe that he really was fine. Eh. Sure he was. The fact he had just slipped his hand from where it was underneath hers proved that he was amazingly well.

He was so well he didn't even need her.

Wrapping her now empty hand around some random napkin, she swallowed the weird lump on her throat and looked up, scanning the Great Hall for any trouble makers.

She was a Prefect now - and that meant not showing how her emotions were affecting her.

Claira frowned as Freya showed her and Florence the long gash that was upon her skin, etched down across her eye. It looked painful. As Freya told her about it, she sighed and removed her wand from her cloak pocket once more. "Dude, Like for the love of Salazar. Let me help you out at least. I've heard my mother using a spell to help the healing process she'd learnt from her ex-Healer Friend. It's so funny the type of people my mother can relate to and be friends with." she gave a short laugh before turning her wand point to Freya. "I'm unsure if I'm allowed to heal people or if it's up to the Nurse completely but... I'll give it a try. This will stop it from bleeding and make it easier to heal on its own."

She gave a weak smile and begun to mutter a simple healing spell under her breath. The things you hear being said by your parents, you always do want to try them out yourself. The tip of her wand glowed gold for a moment, Claira seemed satisfied with this. "Hopefully it won't take much longer to heal now. I'm only twelve so I've probably only knocked off a few hours from the healing process but it's better than nothing, no?" She smiled, pocketing her wand once more she took a glance around before returning to look at Freya.

She gave a light smirk as Freya mentioned messing with things that shouldn't be messed with. Oh, she knew alot about that. "Let's change the subject to something else, shall we? I'm guessing now we're set upon First Level Friendship now so... We've talked about our family for as long as I can bare... We've discussed Dark Arts which I'd like to talk more about but won't in case I get in trouble... We could discuss something else... but what?" She sighed. She remembered her mother's suggestion for talking topics and decided she'd start with one. "I guess you can see Thestrals then, eh?"