Adelaide turned to face Nancy her blond hair hanging down at her sides "The last school I came from was the School for the Dramatic Arts in Salem Massachusetts" Pharaoh shifted in her lap curling his head under his own leg as Adelaide stroked his back. "My parents spent their school years at Hogwarts both were in Slytherin.It was actually were they met."

She remembered the argument she had with her mother before she left for the train.Her mother had always been supportive of her endeavors however she blew up at her when she told her mother that she wanted to become the Minister of Magic. Adelaide's parents were old fashioned and believed that a women's place was two steps behind her husband. They wanted her to find a pureblood match. Adelaide pushed this thought from her mind.

"Nancy are there many guys our age in Slytherin?" tiring not sound like a silly love-sick girl she added "We will have our own dorms separate from the boys right"

Werewolves were never really something she thought too much about however she realized that Rhea seemed to have a personal vendetta against anti-werewolf propaganda " I have only glanced at the fliers going around the train but really i have no position on werewolves for good or bad. Maybe I just don't know enough to have strong feelings about them." Perhaps Rhea would be able to inform her about them she was always interested in learning about new creatures. "Are they really as violent as they seem even with the wolfsbane potion I have heard horrible stories"

Hmm, polite, Adrienne thought as the boy stretched a hand out. Sitting up straighter, she shook his hand with another smile, before she saw him notice her pygmy puffs. "They're cute. aren't they?," she asked as she saw his grin. "I just got them before the train. The red one is Christian, the pink one is Tory and the purple one is Dolce." She had a feeling he wouldn't quite understand the background for the furballs' names, since it wasn't like she expected a boy to know shoes, but it made more sense to introduce them. And then he returned her personal introduction, and her blue eyes went back to him. Laughing a little, she spoke. "I thought you were a Ravenclaw. But it was annoying me that I couldn't remember anything more." If she'd even known it in the first place. The problem with keeping to herself a lot the previous terms, at least when she had been in the tower.

Her eyes widened a little as he then hefted his own trunk up into the rack, feeling guilty that hers was still shoved into the corner on the floor of the compartment. But it hadn't seemed to bother him, she she got over her guilt rather quickly. Besides, he had reassured her about his owl not hurting her pygmy puffs. "That's good," she said, before looking at the black owl in a friendly way. "Hi Zima," she said, before Rochester hooted again and she glanced back at her snowy owl. "I'm just being friendly," she whispered to the bird, before grinning at William again. "Sorry. Rochester's still a little weird about me with other animals. It took a couple days before he got used to the fact I had the pygmy puffs, too. But he's usually pretty nice." Then she remembered the other comment William had made when talking about his own owl. "You have a tarantula?" she asked, more curious than anything else. She didn't think she'd ever met someone with a pet tarantula before.

Of course, she didn't think she'd had to deal with werewolf professors before last term, and that whole thing didn't look like it was going to get overlooked this term, if those fliers meant anything. She wasn't sure what was going to happen if some sort of anti-werewolf rally hapened at Hogwarts. Or the reverse. It was all just odd. But then she heard William's question, and blinked. "Something happened in Diagon Alley?" Was that why things had seemd so chaotic yet oddly quiet the last few days she had been there? She had been so focused on other things, like how she kept not being able to find Chloe, or running into new people, that she had never tried to find out the reason. Which was stupid, since it wouldn't have been that hard for her.

Rhea frowned slightly at Adelaide's question. Boys were the least of her worries right now. They had two werewolves teachers at school who would suffer extreme prejudice at the hands of Varius Tipps and his crazy mother and any other students he converted. She needed to start work on posters right away.

Her face lit up however when Ade asked about werewolves.
"They are classified as dangerous by the ministry but with a properly brewed wolfsbane potion they are able to control themselves." She sat up and straightened her back and shoulders.
" But the full moon comes every so often...what about when they are human? Should they still suffer?" The passion of her cause burnt in her eyes and she wiped them as she felt them welling with tears. That was the last thing she wanted. She cleared her throat.
"So, will you join me?"

Mystic waved at everyone,Hello, she told them. Then she turned back to Aaron. "No I am not dead I was not feeling social last year and kept to myself. I am not sure if it was all the stuff that was going on at school or still feeling unsure about my hair. I am use to it now and rather like it so if I ever get my powers back I do think I well change it. Not that I have been working on my powers." She smiled.

Oh, this was going amazingly well, was it not? Woodson already had to apologise to one girl because of him - that apologetic smile of his twin had not gone missing - and it was crystal clear to him that very few people wanted him there.

How marvellous. He loved being the centre of everyone's attentions .. even if all the girls had come running into this compartment because of Woodson.

To the girl that had introduced herself, Sebastian nodded politely - to make Woodson proud, that's all. Celandine. Pretty and unusual name. He approved. "Sebastian Whitcomb, Miss." He murmured in a low voice, eyeing the hand she had extended.

Okay - that was pushing things.

He nodded, "Yes they are." he replied, listening as she named them off. He frowned for a moment, his eyelids moving so that his eyes were half opened as he said, "Dolce... that isn't like Dolce and gabana is it?" He asked, his eyes focusing once more on her. he had heard that name before, probably from his mother or from Lyra the previous term when she went off on one of her spiels about clothing. "I have a purple one but I haven't name him yet." he added putting his hand in his pocket that wasn't holding Goldie and taking out a purple fluff ball which moved slightly.

Zima hooted softly nodding his head a bit in her direction before casting a weary eye at the other owl. William knew Zima would never hurt another being, human or animal so he wasn't too worried. "That's okay, no harm done." he replied getting more comfortable on the seat, leaning against the window and looking out for a moment. The weather outside looked normal, the shun shining behind a few fluffy clouds. It was almost surreal looking in a way and he wondered for a moment how Hogwarts would look when they got there. It was than he heard her comment and he looked away from the window and nodded, "Yes, she won't bite though; wanna see her?" he asked.

Tapping his foot on the floor, Zima decided to curl his head under his wing and sleep, much to Will's bewilderment. normally he stood guard, watching over everything around him to make sure nothing happens. Perhaps the excitement of the past few weeks had finally overcome him and he needed rest. Either way Will didn't have to worry about him for awhile. He nodded, a look of sadness overcoming his face as he remembered, "I was in the leaky cauldron when it happened. I didn't see who it was though, ut I did see a bright burst of green light then heard a thump." he explained, shuddering. Just the thought that someone would so gregariously use the AK curse was enough to frighten him.

"I don't know who died if anyone though; I left right after it happened. The Aurors were swarming the place though after." he finished, looking away. It seemed like trouble usually followed William around. His hand closed around the phial necklace he held, now holding the potion that it held before. That was one adventure he'd soon forget. That, and the pink fairy.

CRIKEY!

Woodson couldn't stop the perplexity masking his well-defined features when yet ANOTHER girl came waltzing into the compartment. This one was apparently a good friend of Willow Kovac? Ew.

Well, hopefully she'd keep Kovac busy.

Besides, what did that matter when there was a girl offering her hand!?

Of course, Sebastian didn't take it. Woodson however, was quick to sweep it up in his own rather larger hand. He hadn't taken those etiquette lessons for nothing. No, sir!

"Pleasure to meet you Miss Celandine," the fifteen year old muttered, bringing her hand to his mouth and brushing his lips lightly across the back of it. Yes, he was a smoooth operator.

Oof!! Okay, looking for people she'd already met before while shopping was not going well at all. Between lugging her stuff around, and peering into every compartment, the walk was wearing her out. Not to mention all of the girls...? Running where? Part of Lucy wish she knew but the other part portrayed her old self of "Stay out of it." Aarrrrgghhh. Just go check it out...

And so...she did. She walked over to the compartment which had several girls running in to. As she reached it, she peered inside, hoping that maybe one of her newly-made friends was inside. But...it was nothing of the sort. In fact, two boys who looked very much alike were sitting down, and...wait a second. HIM. They...but which one? Lucy knocked on the compartment door, staring at both boys, trying to decipher which one had so rudely pushed her around back at Flourish and Blotts and threatened to get revenge on her. Or something. Not to mention...it was the same boy whom she'd played a trick on...dog and cat dung...on his shirt. Lucy resisted every urge to laugh. Nevertheless, maybe it was the time to start anew.

"But he's just-- ew. I just want to--- UGH!" She raised her hands in the air, and then dropped them again quickly, in a rather aggravated manner. "But I can't." She was pouting. "I can't Willow, and I really, REALLY want to."

It was only then that she realized that there were other people, besides the cute boys and her bestie, in the small little room... thing.

"Oh hello girls." she smiled at Daphne and Cela, giving them a little wave from her spot next to Willow. She sat up quickly, and offered the two boys a smile. They looked like brothers. She was SO sure. Evolette was good at spotting these things. It helped immensely with her flirting.

"Hello boys." she added with a grin, "I'm Evolette McKenna." She left off the Head Girl bit. It wasn't like they couldn't SEE her badge, and being Evolette McKenna was SO much better than being Head Girl any day.

The shoeless boy walked down the corridor, having his jacket hoodie pulled up on his head and a hand in his pocket while the other holding the backpack. He grinned wickedly under the hood, looking like he had done something menacing, which he did. He had taken a few things he didn't think people really needed. A watch from someone's back, someone he didn't care about. He took earrings, even though he didn't know what to do with them. Probably give them to someone as a gif. And last, but not least he took a compass. He didn't even know why that kid wanted a compass. Willie assumed he was a muggleborn. He didn't need it at Hogwarts, it wouldn't work anyways.

Willie had filled his needs to thieve once more. It was fulfilling, he admitted to himself. It gave him this feeling that by stealing things, everything will be alright. He could hear his brother's voice in the back of his mind, snapping at him, but honestly Willie didn't care. He enjoyed this. Heck, he might even be a great thief one day. Rob him a muggle bank or an art museum! Willie liked drawing very much, and he had talent he liked to think. That's why he liked art museums, even though he'd never been to one. He'd only seen them in those muggle magazines people would read in London.

The boy continued to walk down, his eyes scanning empty compartments seeing if people had left their bags to join other students in another compartment to chat with. These students were really stupid, really, really stupid. Never leave your bags alone, because someone a person such as him has sneaky hands and those hands like to grab things that didn't belong to him.

Why was Evolette TALKING about him? Willow ... did NOT want to start her term thinking about the thing she was NOT supposed to think about simply because she didn't WANT to do it.

But Evolette was MAKING her think ... "Slap him then. Or kick him. Or punch him. Or hex him." She shrugged, trying to sound nonchalant, "Either way, I don't particularly care." This was not the truth, but Willow found out, that it was not a complete lie either.

Huh.

Thankful for the distraction that was Woodson Whitcomb kissing Celandine Toussaint's hand and Evolette introducing herself to the boys, Willow took a deep breath and stared out the window with a little smile.

Seconds before Evolette became upset for The Devil's lack of manners ...

... Five, four, three ...

Lucy could not resist laughing, and finally let out quite a few hearty laughs. Oh goodness...whichever one it was whom she'd met back at the shop, she was sure that he'd recognize her, especially through the laughing. But that didn't matter. So what if he did recognize her? It's not as if he can do much to do. "Never hurt a girl" was a rule, right? So...THERE. And so, as Lucy tried several attempts to calm herself down, she back away from the compartment, and looked to her right, only to find the mysterious boy she'd ever seen, walking her way. Well, not towards her, no. But definitely in her directions. Most likely to pass. He seemed strange...and had the most mischievous smile on his face, as if he were committing a crime.

Although Lucy had no intentions of saying anything at first, she stepped forward and waved at him. "Hi there!!" she said loudly. "Lovely day, isn't it?" But when she looked closely at his clothes, she wondered whether she could ever think of it as a lovely day. He seemed so...dark in personality.

That boy, Sebastian, did not take Celandine Toussaint's hand. It didn't go by unnoticed by Daphne Hopton, however, she wasn't about to make it blatantly obvious by causing a scene. After all, at least he had acknowledge Celandine. Raising a brow, she glanced away from him and Celandine's hand towards Evolette and Willow who were talking about---someone not important?

Most likely if Willow was suggesting the use of violence.

"Won't you please sit down, Sebastian?" asked Daphne politely gesturing at the empty seats beside herself and Celandine. "You could get hurt standing there--you know, if the train suddenly stops."

Not that it would--the chances were highly unlikely but it could suddenly lurch to a stop. It could.

Willie was simply thinking, plotting of ways to sneak into other dorms at Hogwarts. Dominic Denton should have shiny stuff stuffed under his bed. Willie grinned, liking the idea that was growing. He could thieve from Tipps, too. Upstead was a must, of course. He couldn't get into the girl's dorms, though... But what if he simply tried to use a spell to get him the things he wanted? Then again all girls had were makeup, and Willie didn't think he'd do much with that.


He snapped out of his train of thoughts, looking up at the whoever spoke loudly. They did speak loudly, didn't they? Willie blinked under his hood, his face not showing so much. She spoke of this being a lovely day, causing him to snort. Yeaaaah, very lovely day. He was shoeless at the moment and didn't honestly like having dirty feet, but hey what could he do? "Yeah..." He murmured, watching the girl with his green eyes. Was she rich? Did she have something valuable?

Mmmm...

Celandine beamed at Evolette and Willow and shifted closer to Daph then shelaughed good naturedly. "Well hello Sebastian. I'm soooo over being called Miss! Really! Like all summer, because of my society debut and all? Miss Toussaint this and Miss Toussaint that and I like my first name just fine, sometimes its nice to be a little informal. So, call me Cela. I'll call you Seb." She smiled brightly and eyed her floaty hand until Seb's brother caught it up.

Lulz.

Cela giggled a little having just chattered on about the miss thing. Still, she had spent all summer practicing so she inclined her head gently and answered with an obvious twinkle in her eyes, "And such an honour to meet you Mr..." Obviously they were brothers so he'd be 'Whitcomb' too, but what a faux pas for someone who insisted on being all starchy and mannered. She wiggled the finger of her free hand at him and then giggled some more.

"So, what brings the two of you to Hogwarts?" She took her hand back and idly started to tug on the hem of her skirt where it sat on her thigh, not noticing when her purse fell from the seat and on to the floor right by the door.

Obviously the boy did not take to talking much. Or maybe he was more of a thinker...didn't say much but did think a lot. He must be very intelligent, then. Lucy then looked down at his...feet. Hmm. No shoes. An intelligent boy...wearing no shoes. And in a train. Okay, maybe not as intelligent as she thought, unless, of course, he had a good reason for it or was just one of those crazy weirdo geniuses she had heard about. Except those geniuses lacked any amount of sanity, and not shoes. Lucy wanted to question why was it that he had no shoes on but then again, that sounded a rude and was such an impulsive question. No...reword it. Um...

"Aren't your feet a bit cold?" she asked politely. Well...okay, that went semi-well. It was a casual question, and at least the issue wasn't faced directly. It was an indirect question that really meant "Why the heck aren't you wearing shoes?" Surely he wasn't poor...he looked...ehhh...he looked somewhat normal and not too wealthy but not too poor. Just an average kid. Although, she had to admit, it was odd seeing kids like him, considering she lived a somewhat wealthy life after moving to Ireland. The last time she saw someone like him was way back in New York. "I mean...the ground...or, the floor, I mean...isn't it cold? Or something?"

He instantly ignored the girl in front of him, hearing the thud of an object. It wasn't large enough to be a person, but large enough to be something worth taking. Walking away from the girl, raising his hand to cover his face with his hood, Willie rushed over to the door and instantly leaned down and took the purse, not caring who it actually belonged to. He didn't turn back to face the girl, but instead moved forward, shoving the purse into his jacket and speeding up.

"Uhm...wait, what are you..." WHAT?! Lucy could not believe what she had seen. In just a few seconds, the boy rushed past her and bang!! Picked up a purse and began speeding off. Ooooh, no. No, no, NO, he wouldn't escape. Lucy chased after him and attempted to level up with him. As she caught wit him, she quickly stuck a foot in front of him, hoping to trip the boy. No way would she let this...this THIEF leave with a girl's purse. This was insane, outrageous!! Ugh.

Willie reached the point where he was running, realizing that the same girl was after him. Darn it! He didn't actually think he'd see her, but a purse was a purse. It had valuable things in it, and Willie liked those things. Valuables. They meant something to people. Soon enough, the girl began to catch up with him. He looked over at her and then looked down at his feet. Before he knew it a foot was stuck in front of him and Willie's reflexes kicked in instantly. He jumped her foot and ran faster than the speed of light! Or so he loved to think.

She wasn't going to get him!

Alright, so tripping him wasn't going to work, but neither was stopping. And she wasn't getting so tired. After all, she was an excellent running. She remembered the days when she was rewarded the Best Runner award back in elementary school, and she was still a pretty good runner. If he honestly thought...sigh. Yeah. He HONESTLY THOUGHT that he could outrun him. What was she supposed to do, catch up with him and pushed face-flat on the ground? Come to think of it, this is like one of those police chases, except on foot. HOW COOL!! She began to think of how there was this one where a police-woman was chasing some guy and throughout time, she fell in love with him and--oh, no! Lucy couldn't let him get away!!

She ran as fast as she could...well, duh, she did. And once again, she caught up with him. She might have an solitary book-worm but that doesn't mean she's physically slow. She was just as fast as the boy, if not faster. And as she caught up to him, she was stumped on what to do. Push him? Pull on his arm? Talk to him? Hmm. Pull on his arm seemed much more effective, and so...she reached out for his arm, and yanked on it, and somehow, she found herself losing balance, but tried to keep it by grabbing hold of a bar nearby.

Sebastian did not care what etiquette rules said, there was no way in this world he'd put his lips in someone else's hands. He didnt know if those hands were clean and he just wouldn't risk it. Nuh huh. The amount of diseases that could be spread around by people's hands ... well, Sebastian bet it was gigantic.

That was why he reached for the inner pocket of his blazer when Woodson kissed the girl's hands. Inside there was LouAnn's hand-sanitizer, which he hastily held out to his brother. "Here you go, Woodson." Who cared if the Celandine girl got offended?! The most important thing was to make sure Woodson didnt get diseases!

He was just looking after his brother.

That other girl, the Kovac friend, seemed awfully distressed by something, not that Sebastian was concerned. She looked older than him, probably the same age as Kovac and the fifth year boy observed her through close blue eyes. Hmm. She definitely had something on her, and those eyes were amazing ... but there was no doubt about it, especially when she looked at the twins to introduce herself.

Try hard.

"Gosh, she seems awfully pleased about it." Sebastian whispered to his brother, this time bothering to lower his voice simply because of the badge on the girl's robes. He didn't want to get in trouble straight away. The sound of that other girl's voice ... Daphne, was it? ... made him lean away from his brother and he warily eyed the seat. He should seat down and she was right ... he could get hurt.

And Sebastian was too precious to get hurt.

Finally making up his mind, he moved to take the seat, leaning against the cushions on the back and closing his eyes on distate. He could pratically feel the bugs and germs crawling up his clothes. Ewww. But he didn't think about thanking the girl for the suggestion. Pfft. No way.

Besides, he had bigger issues in hand.

"I will call you Celandine, or Miss Celandine ..." Sebastian mumbled, jaw clenching at the use of nicknames. Only Woodson was allowed to call him by a nickname and, exchanging one quick look with his brother which was probably enough for him to know he wasnt at all uncomfortable, Sebastian straightened up his clothes. " .. and you will call me Sebastian."

Sensing Rhea's passion for equality for werewolves Adelaide chose her words wisely as she replied to Rhea's request for help " I would love to help you with your campaign however I must admit that I am not all that familiar with werewolves. I am afraid that I might just get in your way" She did care about others but she was not as passionate for this matter as Rhea was.

"Not to start any arguments but what about the werewolves that are not taking properly made wolfsbane? As far as I am aware there is no government regulation on proper wolfsbane production. I am sure there are many werewolves that are able to control themselves while under wolfsbane however I fear that not all are in fact concerned in controlling themselves. Some are content to roam free from any government or establishment control. Those are the ones I would fear." Adelaide remembered that she read about two teachers that are werewolves in the Daily Prophet. "I would however like to know what your game plan would be for preventing the two teachers from suffering unjustly?" She meant it genuinely wanting to help.

Willie ran, feeling the adrenaline rush pouring through his body. He felt like a convict! This was so exciting, he thought. It was odd to feel this mixture of panic and excitement. Maybe all thieves felt that way and Willie trying to be one seemed to have finally feel it! He felt like laughing manically, but he'll keep that later. He kept the purse close to his side and his bag held in his hand. He was so close to finally managing to run away! So close! So...

Not close.

His arm was held onto and yanked to the side, causing him to lose balance and fall right onto his side, hard. Pain shot up to his left shoulder and Willie cried out, his right hand instantly moving up to grasp it. Who in hell yanked him?! Willie stayed there on the floor, waiting for the pain to subside. His hoodie still covering half his face and his feel looking as if he had walked on coal.

Breathing heavily, Lucy looked at the boy whose face she could barely see, all thanks to his stupid hoodie. "Caught...you." Lucy could barely stand, and knelt down beside him, still looking at him but not with so much anger or hostility. There was still a small amount of hostility in her, but there more sympathy for him, if anything. What could he possibly gain from stealing a girl's purse? Lucy pulled back the hoodie, and continued to give her pitiful face. Tsk tsk.

"Why did you steal that purse?" she questioned firmly. No WAY was he going to get away with this. But if he cooperated, she'd probably let him off the hook. "This is a GIRL'S purse. Did you honestly think you'd find yourself happy with the make-up inside?" Well, of course, not, now that she thought of it. He probably stole it only for the money. Shaking her head, she reached for the purse. "You're an attractive boy, and stealing a girl's purse isn't exactly the best way to win a girl's heart. Trust me...I should know."

"Charmed.. I'm sure," Woodson commented, one dark eyebrow raising quizzically as he eyed this ... Evolette McKenna. He couldn't deny this time, Sebastian was indeed right. She DID seem pleased about it. She had this vibe about her that one..

Curious.

His attentions though, returned to Miss Celandine when he felt her tugging her hand away. And Sebastian... Oh goodness, Sebastian was offering him hand santizer? He could sense his twin was uncomfortable, but really, was this necessary? Miss Daphne had even been nice and offered him to sit despite his earlier words.

It was Miss Celandine's turn to get an apologetic smile this time, and teeth ground together, Woodson pointedly ignored his brother.

"We were previously home-tutored. It got a bit ... boring, you know. So here we are." That was a lie but oh well.