Originally Posted by EquestrianGal88

"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."

Originally Posted by hermione9495

Sure. She passed some treacle tart towards the new girl. Hello, il Lucy Porter. You are? she said sweetly holding her hand out.

Originally Posted by pogo123

The unnamed girl passed the tart, she seemed to have grabbed it quite quickly for someone grabbing a dessert. She introduced herself, Freya, that was a nice name. Penelope didnt want to introduce herself thinking Freya would make fun ofer her name, but she thought, She has been nice so far.
'Hi I'm, uh, Penelope, but people call me Pickles for short, I'm a first year, what year are you?'
She waited yet again to see if she answered.

Originally Posted by EquestrianGal88

"Penelope huh?" Freya said to the girl, "That's a pretty name. And Pickles is cute too." she said still being cautious with her choice of words. "Well, I'm a sixth year, but it's my first year here, and I'm seventeen. I've been homeschooled until now." Freya told the girl sweetly, showing her pearly white teeth.

Originally Posted by pogo123

Penelope was gobsmacked, Freya actually liked her name. She was starting to like this girl.
'So you were, uh, homeschooled?, what's that like?
Penelope waited thinking that just because her family wasn't as rich as some as these people that she might be accpeted, even if she was wearing tatty old robes.

Originally Posted by hermione9495

Pickles, that adorable. And yes ill show you to the common room. So your a first year? Im in sixth year. Lucy replied biting into her on tart.

Originally Posted by EquestrianGal88

"Hmm, for me?" Freya asked in a sly voice, "It was pretty horrible to be honest. I couldn't wait until I could come here. Took a bit of persuading my mother to let me come here though." Freya looked at the small girl with her piercing, steely blue-grey eyes, and pushed her dark blonde hair out of her face. "How about you? Are you happy to be here instead of at home now?"

Originally Posted by pogo123

Penelope thought about whether to tell the truth or lie.
'Well, probably here, at least people notice me here, at home I'm the youngest and my parents are always at work, plus my brothers ans sisters pick on me heaps because I like to read, what 's the problem with reading?
She hoped she hadnt just made a fool of herself.

Originally Posted by hermione9495

You could say that. My best subject is Transfiguration. What do you think yours will be? Her eyes turned a vivaed color of purple. She took another bite of tart unaware of her eyes changing color.

Originally Posted by EquestrianGal88

"There's absolutely nothing wrong with reading." Freya told the girl, "That's pretty much all I would do at home. Read, study, practice, read, compete, practice, read, study...ugh." Freya sighed with relief, "At least here I will get a break hopefully. What is your surname by the way?" Freya asked out of curiousity. "And after this year, hopefully you'll know enough to pick on your brothers and sisters yourself. Or at least defend yourself better." Freya added with a smirk.

Originally Posted by hermione9495

Lucy burst out laughing at Pickles question. My eyes change color with my mood. My mother was a Metamphogus. She died when i was three but i inhearated the morphing. What color are my eyes right now?

Originally Posted by pogo123

'Um my last name is, uhh, promise you won't laugh?, well its Hardwaller, but I don't like it, you said you compete, what at?'

Originally Posted by EquestrianGal88

"Hmm, never heard of that family before." Freya's face went blank for a moment. "Well...uhh. I used to compete in quidditch. I was a beater, and very good if I say so myself. But my mom banned me from playing, she didn't say for how long." Freya paused, wondering if she should continue...oh what the heck. "Tell me, have you ever heard of boxing?" Freya asked curiously, "It's more of a muggle sport, but it's the only one of muggle origin that my mother approves of, so I also compete in that. I do very well." Freya concluded looking somewhat exhausted, as though thinking about being in a match.

{ooc--pogo---try not to double post, you might get in trouble. Try using quote brackets or copy/past in your posts, ok? :-) }

Originally Posted by pogo123

'Oh yeah I'v eheard of boxing, my dad watches it all the time at home, although I think it's a bit brutal, all the punching and pushing, It scares me.
Penelope once again started to cry, thinking about people hurting each ohter.

{thanks for the the help equastriangal88}

Originally Posted by hermione9495

[I]Purple purple purple..../I] Oh thats right purple is curiosity. Red is anger. when they turn black i do magic.....magic i cant control. Blue is sad. Green is normal. Golden Yellow is happy and theres many more.

Originally Posted by pogo123

'Wow, I wish i was a metamorphgus, cna you change appearance too?'

'Penelope tryed to stop crying, but continued to cry as she spoke
'Yeah , I like quidditch, Im a *sob* seeker, but my siblings cheat so I cant win'
She started crying even harder at the thought of cruelty from her family.

Originally Posted by accio.brain

After having to spend a tremendous amount of time cleaning his school shoes just outside the Great Hall, Seth finally entered the room in a bit of a bad mood. Wait. Where prefects allowed being seen in a bad mood? It’d be entirely impossible not to have some type of angst-like mood once and a while if it was so. I mean, how couldn’t he be mad at ending up stepping in gnome dung that shouldn’t have been where he had stepped in it in the first place? It was totally not his fault that a pile of gnome droppings just magically happened to get right in his path. Brainless gnomes.

Taking a quick glance down at his now squeaky clean black shoes, he sighed and put on a smile. Whatever. He’d get revenge on those gnomes later. Or he’d hunt down that lazy caretaker and teach him a thing or two about keeping this place clean. It would be a whole lot easier just for that man to clean up after those stupid creatures than having to listen to Merlin knows how many students yelling at him for not doing his job. Yelling sounded like a lot of fun, but gnome chucking sounded even better. Shame that was sort of against school rules; such a good exercising activity was being wasted right there....

He stopped walking just about five feet from the huge doorway, straightened his recently polished prefect badge, and looked around the hall. Where should he sit? He could always do the whole traditional thing and sit with his fellow Hufflepuffs, but he wanted a change. Anyway, it wasn’t like he was completely going to abandon his own House. Right? That would be mad – like Azkaban prisoner or a St. Mungo’s patient mad. Nevertheless, change was what he needed right now. Anyway, he had been invited to sit with Nicholai and his group of friends at the Slytherin table on the train. And who was he not to accept that offer?

Looking this way and that, Seth’s feet started to glide toward the Slytherin table, completely ignoring the fact that he could just make a mad dash through the Hufflepuff table to show off the new badge. Nah. They all probably knew right now of his boost in school ranks so it would not be much fun at all really. He’d still have the first years to dazzle with the badge – including a few ‘stories’ here and there – but he wasn’t in the mood for going face-to-face with the little rabid things at the moment.

Aha! There was Nicholai now, pink hands and all. Hang on. Pink? Even from a distance Seth could see that something had happened to the sixth year. Strange. Was it normal for kids to end up having pink hands? He quickly peeked down at his own hands to make sure. Nope. His hands were tan, barely any pinkness to them at all. Shrugging the whole pink hand deal off, he patted a hand on the Slytherin’s back a couple of times and sat down right next to him. With his blue eyes twinkling and a customary smile on his face, he said, “’Sup, Nicholai?”