"Oh Abby" Ray said as he looked at his long hufflepuff friend. "I'm sorry I was distracted... I'm good how about you?" Ray asked.

Abigail wasn’t quite sure where Arrick was going with that. The napkins belonged to Hogwarts and they were there for their use, why did he think he couldn’t use it? ‘This is going to be harder than I thought; it might actually take 7 years.’

“The napkin is next to your plate so it’s yours to use. You can get it as dirty as you want, it’ll get cleaned. And what’s the point in napkins if people don’t use them, the napkins will end up unemployed if you don’t use them! And anyway its better the napkin get’s dirty than you, the napkin doesn’t have to walk around you do.”

"Sure..." Sara replied, glad to be finally talking to someone. "Are you a first year, too? I guess we'll be rooming together for the next 7 years!"

Sara sat down. Kay seemed like a really nice girl. Sara hoped they would become friends.

"Well..." Sara wouldn't be the person to help her learn how to fly," thought Sara, but she had said that she loved potions...so did Sara.

"I love to cook too," Sara told Abigail, glad to have a common interest with her. "Actually, I like to bake even more. Maybe we can help each other with homework?" Sara looked to her food and began to eat.

"Aww...now that wasn't nice," Only he could turn her smile into a frown so quick, but even with her frown he didn't feel like she was upset with him. When she turned her back on him he only grinned more and took the seat next to her. Resting his elbows on the table and leaning his head against his hand, as he looked at her.

"One or two...maybe three," Ari replied, with a shrug as if it didn't matter. He liked teasing girls, not his fault when they start wanting to go out with him and he wasn't interested. "Find a boyfriend over the summer?" He asked, in a casual type way like he wasn't interested in her.

Abigail reached for a big piece of Strawberry cheesecake as she answered Sara “Sure I’d love to. My brother said you work in partners during potions, so maybe we’ll get to work together in class as well. Do you have any brothers or sisters already hear?”

Abby sits down next to him. "I'm good. Happy to be back at Hogwarts. I really missed this place."

Tavelon scooted himself away to avoid another spill of gravy. "Actually, using a napkin might help"... Might. But in Arrick's case, Tavelon didn't know.

Tavelon extended his exceptionally clean hand to the girl who was also making the case for cleanliness. "Hi, I'm Tavelon. What's your name?"

"No," Sara replied gloomily, "I'm muggle born, and I'm an only child. How about you? Do you have brothers or sisters going here? Oh... and I'd love you be your potions partner!"

"It was nice to have someone to talk to," Sara thought, happily.

He simply smiled at the suggestion of sending away for forgotten supplies. If only that was the most of his worries. No, no, he had much more zooming about in that little brain of his and it should be kept very private to those whom he was unsure of.

However, his blaming it on the pumpkin juice seemed to cause a bigger fuss than expected - he truly hadn't thought this through when he had used it as his excuse. "Oh.. no! I'm sure we don't need to tell the Professors anything. It's... probably just me... or..."

"WILLIE!" He practically screamed the boys name when he spoke up about Varius' stealing his juice. Thank Merlin he had made such a mistake (because let us face it, who WOULD want to be drinking from Willie Crockers cup?). "See," he tried to laugh the whole thing off and decrease suspicion from the seventh year, "It's all explained now! Willie was trying to get me loopy on something." He was joking of course and laughed to identify this, but he was now concerned with what problems he may face after slurpring on that Crocker concoction - irregular bowel movements, problems breathing, infinite hiccups! Probably all of the above. Oh Lord!

He was going to object and defend himself, informing him that one who steals from a joke shop and starts a fight in the process should not be pointing fingers and blaming Varius for his mistaken juice-picking-upping, but it seemed better to keep his mouth shut and not create a scene... besides, the boy was now fondling poo! And oh! There was Lawson and oh! Willie was off, away elsewhere. Varius took this opportunity to remove a handkerchief from his robe pocket and scrubbed down the surface area in which Willie had previously sat. Much better.

Well, Ema was talking about the candy, but...well Miranda didn't seem to be. "Uhh...I guess...well, nevermind. I don't think I would like actual...Swedish fish." she let out a giggle.

"Yeah," Ema nodded. "Thanks." she gave her friend a small smile but dropped her eyes quickly back to her plate.

"Cheers!" Ema bumped Miranda's goblet as well (maybe a bit less forcefully, cough cough) and gave her a somewhat genuine smile. "Can you believe it's already another term? Our fourth...it's so strange."

Emalyn nodded, shrugging at the same time. "I saw a few posters, but I don't really...get it. I mean, I get the point of the posters, it's just curious, isn't it?" It certainly got her wondering again. Why even bother with posters? Was Hogwarts really in danger of werewolves at the present time? Unless they were...

Ema cast a suspicious eye around the crowd of Hufflepuffs. She imagined for a minute the headline: "Head Boy Werewolf", and squinted at Dominic Denton. Oohhh how that would ruin (or add to) the boy's ego. She shook her head and turned her attention back to Miranda. All this werewolf talk was getting too many people stirred up...

Sylvia had had enough.

It was TIME to see her best friend, even if they were seperated by houses. HOUSES!? Pfft, Sylvia was above that. No one could seperate her and her Brody, NO ONE, or suffer the consequences!

Flattened her school skirt out to get rid of any creases from sitting down earlier, Sylvia spotted Brody in yellow uniform. Yuck, she should have been in green. She looked upset, and Sylvia knew exactly why, Torin had expained with a rather nervous and anxious voice to her. "Hai babe." Sylvia sat beside her best friend and patted her shoulder affectionately. "You alright?"

Abigail smiled at the boy and shook his hand. “Hiya Tavelon, I’m Abigail. I take it you a first year as well?” Abigail was glad that more boys had joined Hufflepuff at least of Arrick’s sake.


“I have a brother, Edan, but he graduated like 8 years ago.” Abigail couldn’t even imagine Edan at Hogwarts. She just couldn’t see him...fitting in hear. “So how are you feeling about the whole werewolf thing? I know it must be a bit weird for a muggle born.”

"Oh Sylvie" Brody sighed, smiling a little at Sylvia. She was quite glad that Sylvia was here now, she knew Sylvia would understand, mainly because Sylvia knew how much Brody hated things like this.
"She was here" She scowled, resting her elbows on the table, and glaring in the general direction where Reese had walked off. That girl was horrible.

She looking down at her plate, which was still half full since Reese had made her lose her appetite. Maybe she'd eat a little more later. After she'd talked to Sylvia about it. "I want her to stop it."

I'm keeping my mouth shut about it," replied Sara to Abigail. "I figure if it stays away from me, I'll stay away from it. I'm not one to go looking for trouble." Sara had to smile at that last comment!

You could only eat so many potatoes before you started to feel bloated, and Sarah seemed to have found her limit.Burping slightly behind her hand, she wiped her mouth in the napkin and took a glance over at the Staff Table.The Headmaster was making his speech already and she was interested in what he had to say about the werewolf thing....considering the situation and all.Not surprisingly he went for the same route that Nathaniel took...werewolves are people too.Which is quite true of course, but they are darn scary when they break out of cages and try and launch themselves at the students.

Shaking her head, Sarah looked back towards the door of the Great Hall, hoping that she would see Ryder.And to her relief there he was, bold as anything, stood in the aisle between tables.But he hadn't seemed to have seen her....Humph.

Standing up quickly and nearly knocking over her goblet of juice in the process, Sarah waved manically in his direction. "Ryder! Over here.I wondered where you had got to, come sit down!" She shuffled over as much as she could without squashing the person to the other side of her, leaving just enough room for her boyfriend to sit down.

A broad smile spread over his face when he finally saw Sarah. He made his way to sit down beside her, and swished into the bench right beside her, automatically putting his arm around her shoulder. With his one free hand, his right one, he started putting food on his plate while he talked to her. "I'm sorry I lost you, I don't know what happened, I sort of just got lost in the crowd." He now had pototoes, and corn, and chicken on his plate, and it all looked really appetizing. "Would you like anything to drink?" He asked her.

Sighing, he finally made his way back over to Brody. He was still nervous 'cause of Reese. That and feeling guilty. It had all been an accident, yet his fault all the same. He never should have made that love potion for Bunbury. More than that.. he should have remembered where he had put that thing and thrown it out ages ago.

But what could he do now? Try to make her feel better, that's what. Smiling weakly, he sat down on the other side of Brody. He put his arm around her again and said, "you can punch her in the face if you want to."

He didn't really want Reese to get hurt, but he wanted to make Brody feel better at the same time. And he also had a feeling that he would be getting a punch in the face soon too.

It was a shame. Sylvia really liked Reese, she wasn't going to start disliking her because of Brody, because it wasn't really to do with Sylvia. Plus, she knw that Reese hadn't meant it, she had drank a love potion, but she wasn't allowed to tell Brody that, because of a ridiculous idea Torin came up with.

Why couldn't he just explain it was for Bunbury before Brody and Torin had met? It sounded much easier than keeping quiet and not telling the whole truth. But, Sylvia had to respect Torin's whishes, and she wrapped her arms around her best friendling. "It's alright. I'll make sure she doesn't come near you ... or Torin." She giggled at that last part.

Silly potions.

"She'll get the picture soon right? You were there first, love wise anyway." Brody didn't know Torin before Reese, but that wasn't the point. "Plus, you're prettier."

Sylvia frowned and shook her head as Torin arrived. "No. Violence isn't the answer unless I'm using it."

Sophie entered the great hall with a flourish. The forty-two year old woman was dressed in pink from the bows in her pig tails to her shiny shoes. She wore open pink robes over a short pink skirt, pink blouse, and pink coat. Even her knee-high socks were pink. Her finger nails were pink, too. Her hair was jet black with narrow strips of white betraying her advancing age where her personality did not.

Sophie Melita, former member of the Ministry-approved Hogwarts staff (potions mistress), former professor at Belle's School for Witches, former unspeakable, former preschool teacher, and most recently, former healer at the Center for Aged and Cursed Wizards, was carrying a HUGE basket of cookies that looked as if she would tip over from the weight of it if it hadn't been charmed to be light (though why she hadn't just charmed a smaller basket to have an unending bottom, one can only conjecture that she just like things big). Each cookie was graced with a pair of wings, which explained the flock of cookies fluttering over her head.

She beamed at everyone as the door shut behind her and then she started skipping (with her flock of cookies still encircling her head) down past the Hufflepuffs, tossing cookies toward the table which fluttered onto each plate. Once there, the wings disappeared and a seemingly plain chocolate chip cookie was all that was left. "Welcome to Hogwarts!" Sophie declared in her high pitched, talking to a baby, voice, over and over, as she went.

Leaning in as Ryder placed his arm round her,Sarah loved the comfortable feeling of it.However much the school term was worrying her she knew that Ryder would be there, along with her friends.And as long as that was the case she could put up with, and do, anything.She watched as he piled his plate with food, something that made her feel even fuller. "Oh not to worry, you're here now.It did get crowded out there," she smiled at him,placing her head on his shoulder.Gazing into the middle distance (or rather the forehead of the person in front) Sarah was oblivious to everything and nearly didn't hear what Ryder asked her."Hmm? Oh! drink? I'd love a top up of juice please." Stretching forward she picked up her near empty goblet and placed it down by his plate with a smile.

Quite an extraordinary sight was to be seen coming through the Great Hall doors that Varius would never have expected in a million years. He had been too focused on the full moon and Lupa and the Headmaster being so close by that he hadn't even thought about the replacements for Avalon or Forrestor... this, he assumed, was one of them.

She was brandishing her winged cookies and one very delicately landed on his plate. Picking it up, he sniffed it and it smelled sooooooo good. Even better than the cookies Granmummy Tipps made! Taking a cautious bite, in case he discovered nuts or such like, he was delighted to experience the best taste in the entire world. "MERLIN!" he said through a mouthful of cookie crumble, "These are bloody awesome!"

Hurrying up to the strange, cookie lady, a grin escaped and he hurriedly introduced myself. "HI!" he couldn't explain it, but his worries about the werewolves had momentarily disappeared and he was only concerned with being happy and introducing himself to this woman - clearly, the Madonna of this generation, no? "I'm Variusssss," he droned, "Thank you for the cookie! They. Are. AWESOME."

His sudden happiness and lack of worry apparently made him suffer slightly from torretes and useless babble, but he was in too good a mood to care how stupid he was making himself look. "And who are you?" RAWRRRRR.

After spending some time with his housemates Drew decided to spend sometime with Sara oh God he missed her. He went her table and greeted her wit a warm smile ''Hello Sara how are you? How is it going?''

Abigail didn’t get the logic in that; it was just a topic it wouldn’t get the girl in trouble. ‘I have a funny feeling she’ll find it difficult to stay out of the discussions, I mean it’s all everyone’s talking about.’

“Ok if that’s what you want to do.”



Abigail blinked as an older woman walked down beside Hufflepuff table flinging cookies at everyone, she couldn’t quite believe what she was seeing. ‘What does she look like? Overload on pink much’ she was completely shocked.

“Who is that?!” She asked the people around her hoping one of the older student would be able to tell her.

Sara looked up into Drew's clear, brown eye's and sighed. She had really missed Drew. They had been together up until the sorting hat, and then the thinkable had happened. She had been sorted to Huffelpuff, but Drew had been sorted to Gryffindor. Sure, he was brave, smart, and daring... but it just wasn't fair. She was just, loyal, hard-working and patient... well maybe not so patient... Didn't they compliment each other?

Sara jumped up from the beat and gave Drew a huge hug. "God, Ive missed you Drew," Sara said. "I didn't think we'd ever see each other again... and here you are!" Sara was happy... very, very happy.

Brody smiled when Sylvia hugged her. Oh how she loved her best friend. Sylvia just knew how to make her feel better, and her just being there did it really.
She smiled at her. "She better get the picture." She spoke harshly. She knew that Sylvia knew she could get jealous easily, and if she wasn't annoyed with Reese she would probably be feeling quite bad for the girl. They would most definetly not getting along.

She smiled again when Torin came back over, and she then giggled at what he was saying. "I wasn't actually going to punch her...." She commented, trying to act sweet. Which totally didnt work. "I dunno....it would make me feel bette?" She shrugged. She didnt want to hit the girl. She didnt want to get in trouble.

Then she heard what Sylvia said and giggled. "And Syvlie's too pretty to use violence."