Travis entered the Great Hall, a little jittery. He'd lost sight of Irial as they made their way to the grounds and he cursed himself for not watching where he was going. He was being paranoid. Irial said he wouldn't leave until he chose to.

Out of habit, he looked over at the Hufflepuff table...

Plymouth pulled his hand back and folded his fingers together in his lap. "I don't want to think about ... it. Besides, thinking about you just comes natural." Which was the truth. He took the chocolate frog from and eyed the card for a while he nibbled. Again, that silence fell on the compartment and Anna and Plymouth rode the rest of the way quietly to school.

When they arrived, Plymouth finally broke the silence.
"Did you know? Is that why you said you were sorry?" Plymouth asked, genuinely curious now. "I didn't know." He followed Anna to her table. He had NO desire to sit at his own table. He didn't even turn around and look at it.

This time, the silence on the train had been comforting. Neither seemed to know exactly what to say to the other, but in some weird sort of way, the silence just said it all. Apparently silence worked well for Plymouth and Anna, for when they finally arrived at the castle, both remained silent and simply filed into the Great Hall. Anna blinked a few times upon walking in. This was another of her lasts. She'd had her last Diagon Alley, or at least, the one where she'd buy school supplies. She'd just finished her last train ride to the school, and now she was experiencing her last Start of Term Feast. "Wait," Anna suddenly called out, grabbing ahold of Plymouth's hand and stopping him before he walked any further. "This is one of my lasts." She looked over at Plym, a bit of a lost expression on her face, then nodded towards the Gryffindor table.

As the two walked towards the table, Anna released Plymouth's hand. She took a seat on the far end of the table and then patted the empty space beside her. While she waited for Plymouth to take a sit, she looked down the table and waved Tarvis, a fellow Gryffindor, who'd sat down just before her. She made a mental note to go and chat with him later. "Honestly? I didn't know, Plym. I promise. I apologized because I know something's wrong, but I don't know how to fix it. I think you deserve for it to be fixed, and I feel like such a terrible friend for not knowing how," she explained. "You can stay here with me for as long as you want, though."

Irial, his trenchcoat back on, and his archaic designs safely hidden, strode into the Great Hall, and he spotted Travis. Silently he made his way over to him. He noticed the younger boy looking at the Hufflepuff table.

"How often do you do that?" he murmured, not even bothering. He felt lost, broken inside. It was killiing him. He needed her.

Jane ran to the table, having missed the touch of it over the summer. She saw a fellow Gryffie and smiled.

"Helo, Travis!Good summer?"Jane said his name without prior introductions. She knew everyone's name of course.

"Do what?" he turned to Irial in relief. He sat himself down at the table, not entirely hungry. He glanced back at the Hufflepuff table and realized what Irial was talking about. "Oh, I never notice when I'm doing that. Out of habit, I guess..." He sensed Irial's desperation and frowned.

His hand twitched, and he turned to a girl around his age. "How did you know my name?" He asked without thinking. "My summer was fine." He said, distracted by her abrupt statement. He turned to look at Irial and back again. "Who- I mean- what's your name?"

Irial sighed and sat down. There was no point in looking for her. She'd left him. She'd abandoned him. He'd gone off to war to protect her and Travis and their kingdom and she was gone.

He supposed he could see why...three years. He looked down and said nothing when another Gryffindor spoke to Travis. There was nothing he could do or say, and Irial just sat there like a rock.

He'd never seen Irial look so...defeated. "Irial," he hesitated knowing what he was about to say was true but feeling an odd sort of emotion, "Caitlin loves you. You know that don't you?" He glared at Irial for not having faith in Caitlin's feelings.

Plymouth noted "the last" and had a respectful moment of silence for it. "I get to be part of your "lasts"? I like that. Means you'll always remember me." Plymouth slid in next to Anna. "Think I'll get in trouble for sitting here though? Can the Head Girl deem me an honorary Gryffindor?" Not that hiding at the Gryffindor table from the Cela and Copenericus was all that brave.

He chose not to comment on Anna not knowing. But, to be honest, he was glad she hadn't known. It hurt his feelings that people DID know and didn't tell him. Plymouth was glad for Anna, to still have her, and her still be the same.

"Of course you get to be a part of my lasts, silly boy. I hope you'll stick around long after my Hogwart's lasts are over and done with, too," she said. Anna playfully rolled her eyes and gave Plymouth a joking glare. "Mister Morgan, I could never forget you." Plymouth's attitude seemed to be changing ever-so-slightly. Anna didn't think he'd made a complete turnaround, or at least not yet, but she thought he'd at least accomplished something. She smiled at him, thinking he was at least a little happier, but she didn't bring that to his attention.

Anna shook her head when Plym asked if he'd get into trouble for switching tables. "Not at all. People switch all the time to talk to friends, significant others, and the such," she replied. She sat sideways on the bench and turned to face him. Without hesitating, she unclasped a tiny pin (a little lion with the letters AG on it) she'd had on her jumper. She pinned it on the collar of Plym's shirt, then sat back to admire how it looked on him. "There. The Head Girl has deemed you an honorary Gryffindor."

Selena couldn't help but stifle her gasp as she walked into the Great Hall. It's huge! And has magical ceilings... I'm so getting Lumiere to do that on my bedroom. Wow, I can't believe that I'm actually going to a magic school... Compared to Hogwarts, her castle would totally look like a little cottage. Sliding into a seat far away from other students, she hope she would get her well-deserved peace and quiet. She had always enjoyed solitary.

Lacey walked into the great hall ready to eat. She had had fun on the train, ecpecially after whatching the video her family sent her. She played with the ring around her neck, she wanted to take it off and put it on but, she knew it would set people off. She found a seat at her table and suddenly, she didn't care if people knew she was engaged at 15. OK, she did care a bit but, she took it off anyway and put it on her ring finger. If anyone asked she would say it was her mothers.
Lacey, couldn't wait to see the 1st years, theywere always so adorable, them all nervous and the older students telling them that it was OK. She couldn't wait.

Irial looked at Travis, who was glaring at him. "Of course I know that," he whispered. "I'd be dead if she didn't." And Travis knew Irial was literal on that comment.

"I just...I can't not be with her...I've been slowing dying every day we're apart. She must feel it too...unless she's slowing losing her love for me. She won't die if she is, only I will." He swallowed, his voice barely a whisper.

Ahh.. the feeling of home away from home.
Aschere settled down on a well-worn bench, ready for food. She looked around for firsties. Her stomach growled, and she hoped she didn't look like she was ready to eat one of them - they seemed frightened enough already.

Jack had gotten caught up on the train talking to the oh-so-lovely Evolette McKenna, and by the time he realized that he had spent a good hour in her compartment, saying very little and mostly letting her run the conversation, he had lost Anna and Reese and little Wesley somewhere in the crowd. So, he had resigned to just gathering his things alone, as usual, and making his way into the Great Hall to try and find a seat.

As he scanned the Hall, looking for an open space at the Gryffindor table, he spotted Anna once more, sitting next to that Plymouth fellow that Cale had told him about. Frozen and blinking at them in shock, wondering what on earth he should possibly do next, he was only broken out of his trance when a bulky dude walked into him and nearly flattened him. Clearing his throat, he threw back his shoulders and confidently walked down the table towards the two of them.

"Hi Anna!" he exclaimed, perhaps a bit too enthusiastically, taking a seat across the table from her. Best to keep a clear view on the two of them by sitting directly across from them. "And, erm...hello to YOU...Mister, uh...Ravenclaw," he added with an awkward chuckle. He was PRETTY sure his name was Plymouth, but he had no clue what his last name was and he wasn't about to embarrass himself by calling him something weird.

Travis stared, unblinking, at Irial. Selfishly, he thought that Caitlin and Irial can never stop loving eachother or he'd be left alone. His heart beat in a painful cadence and he turned away from him, his forhead creasing in concern for both Caitlin and Irial. He remembered the first weeks, the first months with Caitlin, how she'd be feeling terribly ill and he'd have to stay with her constantly to keep her strong. "You can't die, Irial," he whispered, not really talking to him. I'd kill you if you did.

Where are you, Caitlin?

"Hehe... hehehe..." Plymouth was all sort of loving his AG Gryffindor pin. THe little gesture made him ridiculously happy, at least for a moment. "Thank you. I'll ... Oh." Some little dude was yapping at Anna. Everyone loved Anna. Sigh. "Hey kid. That's Mr. Honorary Gryffindor Ravenclaw. Or Plymouth." Plymouth gave Anna a nudge as he admired the pin. Okay, he LOVED the pin. Ridiculously so.

Irial sighed and laid his head on his arms on the table. He wasn't sure what to do. He hoped beyond hope that she just was still on the train or in the bathroom, or something. How could he had been gone that long...?

He muttered a string of curses under his breath, then turned to Travis. "What happened? What happened while I was gone?"

HOGWARTS! Pietro was so excited to FINALLY arrive. He couldn't wait to go to classes & he couldn't wait to meet more people. The ones he had already met seemed really nice. He had a grip on Raiden's shoulder, dragging him towards his own house table. He wanted to check out the Gryffindor table for some odd reason. Dragging Raiden he accidentally ran the boy into some random kid (NightShadows). Realzing this, Pie turned around and shrugged. "My bad buddy! Sorry for running you into him."

Irial looked up in shock when someone bumped into him, which was odd, because he was seated. He looked around and saw someone speaking to him. "No, it's alright," he said, nodding once. "No harm done. Is he alright?" Irial tried to look concerned, and he was, but all he wanted to do was crawl into a corner.

Half-running, half-limping after Pietro (really, he wasn't limping but there were no other words to explain the odd walk he was forced to do because of Pie pulling him forward by his shoulder) Raiden didn't see the taller guy until the last second, when Pie ducked aside, and he ran riiiight into the guy. And then, Pie let him go, because he fell backwards onto the floor, fingers scrabbling for anything to grab onto to prevent this from happening. Which failed; he grabbed onto the guy's coat, but still ended up on the floor.

"Pie," Raiden said, a bit of a whine in his voice, "Don't do that again, I just got over my motion-sickness and running into things isn't gonna help it stay away..."

Oops. Still holding onto the guy's coat. Raiden looked up and blushed slightly.

"Sorry, old person," he said, without thinking. Old might not have been... the best word for that actually...

But it was said. And he couldn't take it back.

"Ohhh," Anna whispered, turning to glance apologetically at Plymouth before turning back to Jack with a polite smile. "Hey there, Mmm....Jack?" Anna greeted, her greeting coming out a bit more as a question rather than a statement. Jack was nice, honestly, he was, but the way he always followed her around and attempted to keep her distracted from each and every boy on this Earth (except for Cale) really annoyed. Be nice, Greingoth. Be nice. "Nice to see you here, J...Ja...., erm, nice to have you," she said. What was the kid's name? "You remember Plym, right? He's an honorary Gryffindor. See? He even has a pin to prove it."

Anna giggled right along with Plym. So her little gesture had made him happy. She smiled widely, glad to see a glimpse of the old Plym shining through. "Ha ha! There's the real Plymouth! I see him right there---in your smle!" Anna happily exclaimed. "You'll what?" she asked, wondering what he was going to say before Jack showed up. Jack had such lovely timing. Anna giggled again when Plym nudged her in the side. "You can keep it, too. That way, whenever you feel sad or just need someone to talk to, you can remember that you're an honorary Gryffindor, and you can always come and talk with me."

"Finally" Alana sighed, the wind from the opening doors of the Great Hall sweeping her hair out of her face. "I have to remember to find out how this is done" she said as she made her way to the Gryffindor table. "Hey, I'm Alana"

Jack felt himself frowning once again. Well, at least she hadn't called him Mack this time. Sheesh, Jack wasn't THAT hard of a name to remember, right? Except maybe in his family, where every child had a name that started with J.

"Yeah. Nice to meet you, Plymouth," Jack said, turning to the Ravenclaw. He mentally figured in his mind about how much of a threat this guy was--Cale had told him that Plymouth was in loveeeeeeee with Anna, but this guy didn't seem very bad. He seemed pretty cool. "Welcome to Gryffindor," he joked with a small grin. He had noooo idea what to say next...so he just grabbed a nearby goblet of pumpkin juice and chugged nearly half the cup in one drink.