Rachel slipped into the Great Hall as silently and as unnoticeably as she could. After the horrid eventfull train ride here, she had taken the liberty of using the bathroom before the feast and had ended up staying there for much longer that it deemed necessary.

See, THIS was the reason she hadn't been placed in Gryffindor (other than the fact that she was pretty intelligent). She just couldn't be brave - to her, it was a little impossible, expecially when it had something to do with people. Even facing them was turning out to be hard, let along talking or even making eye contact.

Ugh, this was ridiculous. She was a SIXTH year, for heaven's sake. It was the year of having fun, doing bad things and just generally slacking in the work department because at the end of it, there were no exams/tests/any other horrible things.

And how was she going to spend it? In toilets, evidently, since she couldn't bring herself to leave them for at least a few hours. Which was what had happened now - and because of her stupid cowardly actions, she had missed the speech, the sorting AND the starters.

She LOVED the feast's starters.

Quietly, Rachel made her way to the Ravenclaw table, eyeing the clusters of giggling and laughing students with something close to bitterment. Sighing, she took a seat randomly on the long table, not really caring who was sitting beside her.

Unless it was one of the two people she had been sort of avoiding before. But the chances weren't really big, since one of them was a Slytherin and the other had a habit of creating mess around herself and there was no mess where Rachel was sitting.

Here goes...

Xander had been messing with his mashed potatoes and observing the entire hall. He was looking towards Willow, Issy, and Sabrina as they argued. Okay maybe it wasn't arguing, but there seemed to be a lot of drama going on right now. Ugh, drama. Cue eye roll. Some of the other older girls he met weren't THIS dramatic. Hmph. Oh well, he'd just have to wait to see the other ones later.

Then the blonde one got up from her seat, and started to walk away. Except, her graceful walk was hindered when her dainty foot got caught on the chair. Xander saw what was happening a bit too late, but he still flew out of his seat.

"Look ouuut!" he said, diving after Sabrina. Except, she had grabbed onto his robes, and in a tangle of arms and legs, landed on the floor under her to break her fall. At least she didn't get hurt, even if she was a bit shorter than him. "Geez Miss Lady," he said. "You're gonna start a food fight."

He moved a little bit on the cool floor to see if she was alright, and gently moved from under her. As he scanned her face and then her clothes for any food or injuries, he sat up and leaned against the bench.

"hi" emily said "are you our prefect?" asked emily looking at the new addition to the table. She reached out her hand for a hand shake but knocked over her glass and it broke "woops" emily said, she decided now would be a good time to use the new spell arakhora had taught her "reparo" emily said and her glass fixed itself, now for a spell she knew well "scourgify" emily said and the drink was cleaned up "sorry for that, at least i know how to fix things and clean them once ive gone clumsy on them" emil said smiling "im emily by the way"

Rachel blinked as someone seemed to be talking to her. Turning, she noticed a first year Ravenclaw gazing at her. Sighing, the sixth year nodded with a small smile. "Yes, that would be correct - we also have a male Prefect, Jack Jones," she told the girl, then reached out and popped a small piece of potatoes into her mouth, making a face as the usually delicious potatoes tasted sour on her tongue.

Well, apparenly her appetite was still absent.

Jumping slightly as the girl's cup broke, Rachel was about to whip her wand out when the first year did it herself and even cleaned up after herself. "Impressive wandwork for a first year who has never attended a magic class," she stated as she eyed the flawless goblet. "It's nice to meet you Emily, I'm Rachel Rider," she smiled to the young girl, deciding not to stretch out her hand since it would probably shake so badly it would knock over the glass yet again.

Shaking, no appetite, HUGE bags under her eyes... It was a small wonder Jake hadn't sent her to St. Mungo's. And it was no surprise that Reid NAMELESS ONE had looked so shocked on the train as he took in her apprearance. At least she hadn't needed to look at him for long - she had escaped the compartment in less than twenty seconds. Which was quite impressive, considering that she had actually given him a pathetic reason for leaving.

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Bianca was casually walking down the Great Hall, not exactly paying attention to anyone or anything. But that was what she was like most of the time. In her own little world.. Well, sorta. Looking at her hand, and studying her nails she realised, OH CRAP, one of them was slightly longer than the rest. No, no, no, no. Panic began to rise in her throat, not again. And this time she didn't even have a nail file or scissors on her.

Turning around to ask anyone if the hand one.. CLATTER. A plate had flown out of a girls hand, and the food that was sitting on it, flew over Bianca, and a vegetable got caught in the top of her singlet. What was with her stay so far? It was just one clumsy incedent after the other. Not that she could talk though, she had caused the majority of them, but not this one! Then, something grabbed her hand, and pulled her down. AHHHHHH. What theee? With her legs spread apart, and a shocked look on her face, she turned to what seemed to be the one that pulled her down. It was a pretty blonde girl, older than herself. "Are you right there?" She asked, delicately raising her eyebrows. What else was she to say? This girl just pulled her onto the floor! Then a nagging at her head, NAIL FILE! "Do you have a nail file at all?" She added quickly.

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Xander had been messing with his mashed potatoes and observing the entire hall. He was looking towards Willow, Issy, and Sabrina as they argued. Okay maybe it wasn't arguing, but there seemed to be a lot of drama going on right now. Ugh, drama. Cue eye roll. Some of the other older girls he met weren't THIS dramatic. Hmph. Oh well, he'd just have to wait to see the other ones later.

Then the blonde one got up from her seat, and started to walk away. Except, her graceful walk was hindered when her dainty foot got caught on the chair. Xander saw what was happening a bit too late, but he still flew out of his seat.

"Look ouuut!" he said, diving after Sabrina. Except, she had grabbed onto his robes, and in a tangle of arms and legs, landed on the floor under her to break her fall. At least she didn't get hurt, even if she was a bit taller than him. "Geez Miss Lady," he said. "You're gonna start a food fight."

He moved a little bit on the cool floor to see if she was alright, and gently moved from under her. As he scanned her face and then her clothes for any food or injuries, he sat up and leaned against the bench.

OUCH!

So it seemed that her prior belief that, upon turning seventeen, her knack of finding tings to fall on had disappeared, was indeed incorrect. In fact, this seemed like the biggest blunder of her life - at least so far, since she had never managed to pull two people down at once before, as she seemed to have done now. Additionally, her plate had slipped out of her hand, probably knocking some poor, unsuspecting Ravenclaw on on their head, showering them with vegetables and mashed potatos.

"Yes, I am fine." The blonde looked at the girl and was about to apologize when she heard the boy -oh, it was Alexander- WHO WAS LYING UNDER HER!!1!11!

Oh, God! The poor boy! Well, Sabrina was extremely short and small and didn't weight too much, but he was a little boy and she fell on him! "Sorrrrrry!" She squealed, trying to get off him, but he was already wiggling away. Phew. She rolled over and sat, Indian style on the floor.

Whaaaat? Falling was exhausting!

Food fight? "I didn't mean to start a food fight." But food fights were FUUUN! Well, only when they involved cake. Or ice cream. She almsot laughed as she remembered her parents' wedding reception disaster. When it involved non-vegetarian gravy-type food, it was disgusting.

"Are you okay?" She asked him, looking worried. What if this boy had a concussion?!

'Do you have a nail file?'

The seventeen year old Ravenclaw blinked up at the girl stupidly when she heard that. Imm sorry, but, nail file? NOW?! "Umm, no, sorry." She said. She was pretty sure her nail file was safely packed in her trunk, whicn was probably up in her dorm by now.

"thanks" emily said "ive seen my mum do it loads of times. well i learned reparo just a little while a go from my third year friend, she's new too actually transfer student from beaxbatons" emily said smiling

After the sorting Annabell placed herself on a spare bit of bench at the Ravenclaw table. Being a bit miffed about being placed in this house she didn't try and talk to anybody, actually she was too scared to talk to anyone. She didn't know a soul. All her friends had been muggles!

She looked around her and up and down the table but everyone was immersed in coversation. She sat hugging herself and swinging her feet.

"I knew I'd hate it here.." she thought.

Ohh dear..

Hi" emily said extending her hand to the new student at the table "im emily whats yours?" emily didnt want anyone left out

Elios jumped on Emily's head, gnawing on her blonde hair for a moment, then falling on her lap. Once again, Arakhora was not far behind.

"Hey Emily... no one is really having any fun at the Gryffindor tabel. What's new here?" Arakhora sat backwards on the bench beside Emily, Elios crawled on to her lap. "That ring helped ya any yet? I'm hoping it'll prevent a trip the hospital wing early this year. I hope I can make the Quidditch team. I have fun playing it back home with the others... I always lose. A half elf can't beat a full elf... WE SHOULD GO TO THE LIBRARY LATER! "

emily looked up at elios "cant you make him stop eating my hair?" she looked at arakhora "i just knocked over my glass but its not like that ring can help me on that" she said "sure ill goto the library with you later.

Aww, poor girl. She looked pretty shaken up! But that wasn't going to go over well with Xander if she was still upset. There would be something he'd figure out to at least make her smile.

Watching her sit up, he too began to adjust himself against the bench, pulling his tie a little bit away from his neck so it wasn't too tight. At least he wasn't wearing a skirt, like she was. That would be extra embarrassing, but at least the robes would cover any accidents. WHEW.

At least she was fine, that would be bad if she wasn't. Oh well, he would assist her to the nurse.

"Yeah, I'm fine," he said. "My hair broke my fall."

Hehehe. He giggled slightly at his own comment, but then looked up to see a Slytherin girl on the floor as well, asking for a nail file. A nail file - really? She had just been knocked over, and all she cared about was that. Can you say, shallow? OH Xander could.

"Sorry, but, a nail file?" he asked. "You could have broken something and all you're asking for is a nail file?" Psssh. Slytherin. At least not all of the Slytherins were incredibly shallow. Most, yes. Not all.

He waited to see how Sabrina was doing, just in case she needed a laugh. He started to prepare things in his head to say, and looked around into people's butts since they were still on the floor.

"Here," Xander said, starting to stand up and holding out his hands. "Do you need help up?"

"Hi Emily," said Annabell. "Are you a first year too? I'm really nervous!"

"But he likes you!" Arakhora pet the lil cat on her lap, "We need to find some fun spell books. Maybe some that can cure your condition.

(MEH REH, WHY ARE U A STUBOURN GERMAN?)

yeah i am this is my friend arakhora, a third year."
yeah we do, but my condition isn't THAT bad" even moved her hands at THAT and knocked over her glass again "gah!, reparo, scourgify" emily said. "this might get annoying to clean up haha"

Hello. Nice to meet you.

Emily, we should be going. See you!" Arakhora drug Emily with her, BYE! (Said with her permission. We're in the same room)

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Aww, poor girl. She looked pretty shaken up! But that wasn't going to go over well with Xander if she was still upset. There would be something he'd figure out to at least make her smile.

Watching her sit up, he too began to adjust himself against the bench, pulling his tie a little bit away from his neck so it wasn't too tight. At least he wasn't wearing a skirt, like she was. That would be extra embarrassing, but at least the robes would cover any accidents. WHEW.

At least she was fine, that would be bad if she wasn't. Oh well, he would assist her to the nurse.

"Yeah, I'm fine," he said. "My hair broke my fall."

Hehehe. He giggled slightly at his own comment, but then looked up to see a Slytherin girl on the floor as well, asking for a nail file. A nail file - really? She had just been knocked over, and all she cared about was that. Can you say, shallow? OH Xander could.

"Sorry, but, a nail file?" he asked. "You could have broken something and all you're asking for is a nail file?" Psssh. Slytherin. At least not all of the Slytherins were incredibly shallow. Most, yes. Not all.

He waited to see how Sabrina was doing, just in case she needed a laugh. He started to prepare things in his head to say, and looked around into people's butts since they were still on the floor.

"Here," Xander said, starting to stand up and holding out his hands. "Do you need help up?"

Blink. Blink. Blink.

His ... hair broke his fall?

Sabrina peered up at his hair and then back at him before realising that was probably meant as a joke. If she hadn't been upset, Sabrina would have giggled at that line, but since she was, she didn't find that joke perticularly funny. The blonde sighed with relief that Xander-bear -the name just randomly popped in her head- was alright. Phew.

She decided to ignore the nail file comment. He was right though. The girl had just fallen on the floor, attacked my a Ravenclaw and she was asking for a nail file.

The Ravenclaw watched Xander look around at people's backsides and almost giggled, despite herself, but then she looked at his hands. Did she need to get up?

Of cour- NO! She didn't need to get up. In fact, that is what Sabrina should do. She should just sit there on the floor, surrounded by people's butts and just let all the chatter around her tune her out. Not listen to anything and not have anyone talk to her. It was pretty comfortable on this stone floor ...

... okay, bad idea. Because then people would ask her why she was sitting on the floor and she would have to answer them and that would just blow the whole point. Besides, she had to talk to her brother, didn't she? That's right.

And her body would probably ache by the end of the night.

"Yes." She said, but made no move to take his hand and get up. Really, why wasn't she moving? After a moment, she took his hand and stood up again. "Thanks."

"Well it was nice to meet you both!" whispered Annabell. Suddenly she was alone again with no-one to talk to. Everyone was still chatting away as she sat twiddeling her thumbs.

"It's time I made some friends!" she thought.

This girl, Satine, was the second one that day that apparently gave him a little cheering up. The other girl, Sylvia, was probably somewhere here, and he had a slight want for her company, because he thought that maybe with their combined powers, he'd cheer up more. But really, there was only one person who could cheer him up right now, and her name did not start with an S.

"Er, I don't mind," Samson said as she apologized. He also realized that there were many apologies being passed today. Huh. "I... suppose you had a good reason for it anyway. Nice to be one of your first acquaintances." Psh. Not. He just couldn't say anything else, since he wasn't really thinking. As if Samson Carswell would ever feel sorry for not meeting someone he didn't know anyway. Weird, right? Yes. But Samson wasn't himself, therefore he was even weirder. Ugh. It sucked, feeling this way.

He copied the girl's action and took a sip of his own goblet of pumpkin juice. He was parched, to say the least, as he hadn't eaten or drunk in the past 24 hours or so. Sigh. Then he looked at her with narrowed eyes when she asked what was bothering him. Oh yes, thank you for stating the obvious that he was looking depressed. He hadn't known that. Insert rolling of eyes here.

WHY was he depressed? What was bugging him? It was just annoying little Isabella Cortella, who was impossibly infuriating, incredibly stubborn, undeniably, absolutely, positively... beautiful, amazing, sweet, and everything Samson Carswell could ever have wanted in a girl ( and he never wanted girls! :O ). Isabella Cortella, who was driving him off the edge with madness and misery, for losing the only girl he ever loved, for making her miserable, for making things miserable for him, for THEM!

"Oh, nothing. Just... some problem I wouldn't normally deal with. Normally." And even with that dry and flat response, he still admired the girl's attempt at humor. At least someone was trying to make him happy.

A commotion was happening at the middle part of the Ravenclaw Table, and even in his emotionally limp state, Samson was able to look at what was going on. Well, who else could it have been, but Sabrina Evanstar, once again making a scene.

He watched as she and some guy toppled over, heard Sabrina scream, and... were those tears in her eyes. Huh.

Raising his eyebrows as he watched the ruckus unfold before him, he rose a bit from his seat. "Sabrina?" He called out, a little worried. It didn't matter if she heard him or not. Meh.

Mina slowly made her way toward the Ravenclaw House table. Scanning the table carefully, she found an empty spot and sat down.

'This isn't that bad,' she thought to herself.

She looked up and down the table at her housemates with a smile. Maybe there was someone she realized.

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This girl, Satine, was the second one that day that apparently gave him a little cheering up. The other girl, Sylvia, was probably somewhere here, and he had a slight want for her company, because he thought that maybe with their combined powers, he'd cheer up more. But really, there was only one person who could cheer him up right now, and her name did not start with an S.

"Er, I don't mind," Samson said as she apologized. He also realized that there were many apologies being passed today. Huh. "I... suppose you had a good reason for it anyway. Nice to be one of your first acquaintances." Psh. Not. He just couldn't say anything else, since he wasn't really thinking. As if Samson Carswell would ever feel sorry for not meeting someone he didn't know anyway. Weird, right? Yes. But Samson wasn't himself, therefore he was even weirder. Ugh. It sucked, feeling this way.

He copied the girl's action and took a sip of his own goblet of pumpkin juice. He was parched, to say the least, as he hadn't eaten or drunk in the past 24 hours or so. Sigh. Then he looked at her with narrowed eyes when she asked what was bothering him. Oh yes, thank you for stating the obvious that he was looking depressed. He hadn't known that. Insert rolling of eyes here.

WHY was he depressed? What was bugging him? It was just annoying little Isabella Cortella, who was impossibly infuriating, incredibly stubborn, undeniably, absolutely, positively... beautiful, amazing, sweet, and everything Samson Carswell could ever have wanted in a girl ( and he never wanted girls! :O ). Isabella Cortella, who was driving him off the edge with madness and misery, for losing the only girl he ever loved, for making her miserable, for making things miserable for him, for THEM!

"Oh, nothing. Just... some problem I wouldn't normally deal with. Normally." And even with that dry and flat response, he still admired the girl's attempt at humor. At least someone was trying to make him happy.



A commotion was happening at the middle part of the Ravenclaw Table, and even in his emotionally limp state, Samson was able to look at what was going on. Well, who else could it have been, but Sabrina Evanstar, once again making a scene.

He watched as she and some guy toppled over, heard Sabrina scream, and... were those tears in her eyes. Huh.

Raising his eyebrows as he watched the ruckus unfold before him, he rose a bit from his seat. "Sabrina?" He called out, a little worried. It didn't matter if she heard him or not. Meh.

ooc: Once again making a scene? :O

"Yes?"

Sabrina's head snapped up when she heard her name and she looked around and found Samson looking at he- WAS HE WORRIED?! The blonde blinked at her brother. He actually looked concerned about her. She wanted to giggle, but she remembered why she had been going to see him and -Oh. Where was her plate?

Oh, nevermind about the plate.

Turning back to Xander-bear - really, the boy didn't even look like a bear- Sabrina said, "Thank you, Xander." She gave him a reassuring smile and patted his arm. "I am going to talk to that boy over there." She pointed at her brother. "So I'll see you later."

Then she walked, even more carefully than before, towards Samson, not taking her eyes off her surroundings before she reached him. "Shove." She said, but sat down next to him anyways. She was back in her gloomy mood now and all those things she had thought she would say to Samson already evapourated out of her brain.

She needed a mental rememberal.

And a new, clean plate.

Bonnie spooned bite after bite into mouth.
Her stomach growled from hunger.
She was starving!
The food tasted fabulous!
What a dinner! she thought.
I'm a ravvie! I'm a ravvie! her mind sang.

Toshi chuckled at the little boys joke.
He had the feeling that Revenclaw was the right place for the guy to be.
"So JD...", he said and poured himself a cup of milk and gulped it down in one gulp, "Where do you come from?"

He turned to Vicky and greeted her, too. "Hey Vicky! I´m good, how are you? Had a good summer?"

Then - he nearly dropped his empty glass - he saw rachel.
He waved over to her. "RACHEL! OVER HERE!"

Samson watched as Sabrina was apparently about to make her way over to him. Ah well. He needed familiar company. Not that Satine wasn't good company already (insert sarcastic snort here), but he needed someone he was more familiar with. He waited for her to arrive, but didn't expect her lack of cheeriness.

He stared at her as she asked him to 'shove', and in that tone of voice! If Samson was in the mood, he would really have liked to irk her more. But, alas, he was not, and he was going to sacrifice some good fun. Ah well.

Complying to the 'shove', he moved over to make room for his sister. Then he sighed and looked past her, to the place where she was before.

Then he did the absolutely unthinkable; the most un-Samson-y act ever done.

He lay his head on her shoulder and closed his eyes. "How're things over there?" he said, half moaning. Ugh.

Hmmmm.

Sylvia would never usually find herself at the Ravenclaw table. What was the point? She only knew one person who was a Ravenclaw, and Sylvia was pretty sure that he was over at the Slythie or the Huffie table.

Her mood on Xander had lightened up a bit, only because she couldn't resist him hating her forever, she just couldn't. If he took her meaness to heart, like she took his, then she'd probably never be able to speak to him, or see him. And Sylvia couldn't bare that, no matter how weird that sounded.

But instead, she saw ... uhh .. what was his name again? Samson, that was right. Sylvia didn't know he was a Ravenclaw. Huh. You learn something new everyday. Although he looked a little busy with a lot of ladies ... and he said he was having love problems! What a lie! She felt hesitant to go over though, they all looked so much older than her, she'd feel so out of place. So, instead, she sat .... near him, as not to bother him, though maybe he would notice her, and invite her along.

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Samson watched as Sabrina was apparently about to make her way over to him. Ah well. He needed familiar company. Not that Satine wasn't good company already (insert sarcastic snort here), but he needed someone he was more familiar with. He waited for her to arrive, but didn't expect her lack of cheeriness.

He stared at her as she asked him to 'shove', and in that tone of voice! If Samson was in the mood, he would really have liked to irk her more. But, alas, he was not, and he was going to sacrifice some good fun. Ah well.

Complying to the 'shove', he moved over to make room for his sister. Then he sighed and looked past her, to the place where she was before.

Then he did the absolutely unthinkable; the most un-Samson-y act ever done.

He lay his head on her shoulder and closed his eyes. "How're things over there?" he said, half moaning. Ugh.

See, this was what she needed. She needed to be with her family. Sitting with Issy and Willow and watching them hug while she just sat there was starting to really get to her and, maybe for the first time in her life, she had really, truly felt alone. Like she was the ugly duckling. Now, just sitting next to Samson she was starting to feel better. A lot better and although she wished Carla was here to give her the hug she needed, Sabrina was okay with just sitting next to Samson.

Pulling a fresh plate towards her, Sabrina was about to spoon some mashed potato when she felt something fall on her shoulder and froze.

On the shoulder which was next to Samson.

...

The blonde turned her head to see what had fallen on and found the most unexpected thing there. It was Samson's head.

KYYYYYAAAAAA?! x3

Samson's head was on her shoulder. He NEVER did something as affectionate as that to her. EVER. Boy, there really must be something wrong with him.

But you know what? It felt really nice.

And she wondered if they looked like two gloomy siblings being ... err ... gloomy together.

'How're things over there.'

Sabrina let out a sigh and gently rested her own head over his, suddenly needing this affectionate gesture. It felt as good as Carla's hugs, but she still wished her sister was here and that she was being hugged right now. "Issy was crying." She finally whispered, closing her eyes as well. "She was really upset." And angry with me. "And ... you should talk to her. I know I shouldn't say this but that was just ... " She hesitated, but then sighed. "Just talk to her."