Emily looked at the table, disgusting the students were making a mess of it! "scourgify!" she said over and over again at the messes students made doing so she knocked over her glass and it broke "reparo, scourgify" she was clumsy but she knew how to clean up!

"Yeah, Toshi, I know that I can trust you - but this thing that's going on needs to be taken care of by me and only me..." Rachel explained in a sad little voice, stopping herself before she uttered the words she was thinking. "And you, of all people, should not be in on this." Nope, he wasn't going to hear THAT.

Groping around for something to change the mood slightly, Rachel latched onto the summer holidays thing. "So your summer was good? What did you do? Wha-" she began, then stopped abruptly as she spotted two people in rapid succession, both of which didn't do anything to lift her mood.

Well, maybe the second one did. Just a tad.

She had spotted the ever so familiar blonde hair combined with the green robes sitting with his back to her at his respective table. She had looked away VERY QUICKLY and her eyes found... Livvy.

LIVVY?!

"Li- Oli- LIVVY!" Rachel called out, her voice coming out raspy and horrid due to it's recent inactivity. Plus it didn't help that she had no idea what to call her best friend. Livvy showed that she had forgiven her, and Rachel was still a little uncertain about that - but Olivia, on the other hand, just sounded WEIRD on her tongue.

"Sorry Toshi - I have to go talk to her," Rachel apologised to Toshi and got up from the table. She wobbled a bit at first, her head swimming from her abrupt change in altitude, but after a couple seconds, she was good to go. "See you," she nodded and made off after Livvy...

... Just in time to see the girl scream 'POOP ALERT' and summon POOP into a bag she was holding. WHAT IN THE WORLD?! "Er, Livs, what are you doing? And why is there POO all over the table? And- OH, my DEAR SWEET MERLIN, WHAT is that SMELL???" she asked in rapid succession, her face contorting into an expression of disgust as she immediately covered her face with her hands in attempt to block out the stench.

In a way, it was effective since now Livvy would only gawk at HALF her face, since she was hiding the other half of her hideousness behind her hands.

sorry are you talking to me? emily asked, setting her elbow on the table.... but wait! the table wouldnt be warm... or making her arm a little damp looking down she saw what it was just as it crashed to the floor of the great hall. CRASH. The mash was all over the floor and the bowl broken. Quickly standing up and glad to show off how good she was already, the first pointed to the mash on the floor "SCOURGIFY!" then to the mash on her arm and robes "SCOURGIFY!" she said then to the broken bowl "REPARO!" picking up the now intact bowl she sat it on the table with one last "SORRY ABOUT THAT!" to the hall.

*OOC* I forgot to hit quote!*

"yeah, sorry to interrupt"

oh its fine! so how are you? and sorry about the mess, i hope i didnt get any mash on you!"

Sighing happily Lasca gave her fellow Ravenclaw a happy smile. "I'm missed you too. I don't know what I would have done without your letters. The Step-Monster was at her worst the two days before I left for here." Remembering the argument made her stomach churn, but then she gave an satisfied chuckle at how that argument had turned out. Lasca had gotten her point across, quite plainly.

"So, how are things with you? I would have written you about her latest antics but I didn't want to bug you too much."

Shifting a little so that she came up to her full considerable height, she fixed Ali with a steady gaze. There was something about this girl that spelled out trouble. She wanted to make it perfectly clear that loosing points for the House was not exceptable.

"Lasca Romanov." While she could tell Mariel was a little weirded out, Lasca was clearly not impressed. Whoever this little girl thought she was, it was nothing good for Ravenclaw. She had that look in her eye that clearly said she was up to no good. The last thing she and her fellow housemates need was a loose cannon. So, Lasca poured every once of warning she had into her voice as she said her name. It was the only warning the girl was going to get.

Somewhere inside she felt sad. Stupid Step Monster. She had ruined everything.

Kloe was walking over to the Ravenclaw table, she knew she was in Slytherin but she wanted to say hi to her friend Emily. So she walked over to where Emily was sitting and said, "Hey Emily, do you remember me from the Hogwarts Express?"

yeah i do remember! how was the feast for you so far kloe?"

"Well, it's been okay, I guess. I have only meet three people so far and a lot of the older students are in bad moods and the fight amongst each other, it is all kind of depressing." said Kloe.

"Hey emily are you- oh, hi!" said Bella noticing Kloe. "I'm Bella Chloee Lovegood, whats your name?" asked Bella putting her hand out.

i met two great girls, and several others but the girls were more talkative" emily said

Ali smiled. Once again, all insanity left her eye. The girl had clearly passed the test of a Ravenclaw. Ali, obviously, did not, but at least the other girl fell into the house that she belonged into. Lasca or whatever seemed like a good girl. One that someone could trust. Not that Ali would ever need to trust anyone, but....

Ali moaned. It was happening aaggaaiinnn.....She would now have to endure 24 hours of sizing people up without realizing....ugh....

Jenn couldn't help, but smile happily back at Kel. Like she had...thought, before, his smile made her want to make him smile all the time to her. Which, was what she was planning on making him do allllllllll year long. Yes, sir...or ma'am. Jenn right then and there, was already making a year goal. To make Kel smile all the time. Shouldn't be too hard. She was, by nature, a very happy person that made other's very happy just by gracing them with her wonderful, happy self. Uh huh. She would make sure he didn't frown because of her, otherwise then she would probably get upset, and tell him he ruined her year goal. Of coarse, she could just start over again....anywho.

How was the.....train ride? He really needed to learn some new things to ask. Maybe like, Do you like the color Puce? Or the color Aqua? Or perhaps, How was the seats? Cushiony? Or rock hard? Now those, were questions. Nod nod. "It was good. I made a new friend named, Comic gir-I mean Song. Her name was Song. And I rode with Chris P., um...Lizzie, The other Chris. Chris K. And...yeah. It was a....very Gryffindorish ride up here. I was the only Ravenclaw in there." She sighed dramatically, taking a bite out of her turkey.

Um....what in Merlin's lost pinky toe was the girl doing? Of coarse, it looked very nice...all the swirly lines, and the creamy texture of the potatoes. It was...lovely. Mariel should sign it, and leave it as a beautiful art piece for all of Hogwarts to see! It would be called, Dance of the Potatoes. Nice. Looking slowly away from the food-artwork, her brown gaze looked back over to Mariel's face, noting, once again, that the girl only gave her a SMALL SMILE! UGH!!! This right then would be the death of her. What was with her friends and giving her, small smiles? Hmm? Hmm?! Of coarse, Plym gave her a real smile, and Kel finally gave her a real smile to...so she guessed she would live. "Oh fun fun! What did you guys do? Quidditch? Wishing Pygmy Puffs could fly?" OH, if Pygmy Puffs could fly....now that would be COOL!

Parents can be such a....pain? Well she's got that right. "Tell me about it. My mum didn't even want me to come back to Hogwarts because of all the things that had been going on at the school....and then the fact that there was Werewolves, she pretty much almost lost it then. But I must be pretty persasuve...or maybe it was the fact that I ran away, and didn't come back to see what she would say."she shrugged, grabing her roll and dipping it in the gravy. "But, who cares what she thinks. I'm here, so that's all that matters. Right?" She dipped it a few more times, then took a bite, smiling over at Mariel.

Standing up to brush off the mash, Zara looked over at Emily and said, "It's alright, I've had worse!"
"But otherwise Im doing really good. Ready to start this school year off great." As Zara felt very uncomfortable, not knowing anybody she quickly sat back down.

emily pionted her wand to the mash "scourgify" she said "i'm very clumsy but my friend taught me how to clean up and fix things so ill be cleaning the common room haha, and i just cleaned an entire corridor earlier"

"wow, i wish i could learn a cleaning spell. That would really help me alot at home." Thinking about back home and how her mom always yelled at her for her room not being cleaned, she started to miss home.
But quickly tryed to get distracted by watching other students wondering around.

"well i can teacxh you some now! i know three cleaning spells!"emily said

LouAnn smiled brightly when Cela greeted her and invited her to sit down. She'd felt so lost before, like she really didn't belong anywhere, even though she'd just been sorted. The Gryffindor's had welcomed her and were really very friendly, but LouAnn was still 'the new kid', regardless. It seemed as if everyone had their own little group of friends to hang out with, and LouAnn was finding it sort of tough to become involved in some sort of social group. "Just give it time," her mother had once told her, way back when LouAnn had first moved to France and was starting school there.

"Hey, Cela! How've you been?" she asked, taking a nearby seat and turning to greet a few of Cela's friends. After a round of "hello's" and "how are you's," LouAnn turned back to Cela. "So Cela, Daphne tells me you two...," she started, but stopped when she heard loud yelling coming from one end of the table. What in Merlin's name was going on now? Since LouAnn had moved to the area, she'd quickly learned that series of odd and unusual events were actually quite common and occurred often. She supposed she'd get used to it one of these days. If she didn't move away first, that is.



Well, now that had certainly been an experience. LouAnn would now always remember her very first day of Hogwarts as the day two boys slung mooncalf poo up and down the length of the Ravenclaw house table. Eww. Could they not have chosen something a little less...disgusting? Food, perhaps? After a while, LouAnn and several of the others had siphoned most of the poo off the table. It was being bagged for someone named Bunbury---whoever that was. This Bunbury person sure had unusual interests---poo? (It didn't occur to LouAnn that said person could be a Herbologist and interested in the usage of the poo.)

Oh, so this Bunbury, the one who was about to receive bags of mooncalf poo, was a Botanist. Hmm, so giving her poo made perfect sense...LouAnn supposed. She still thought that stuff was pretty disgusting. "So who's Bunbury?" LouAnn finally asked, hearing mention the man---or woman---once again. Sure, Bunbury was a Botanist, but...did she work at the school or something?

Kloe and Emily said nothing. Maybe they didn't hear her, or see her? well she just desided to sit back down next to keeley and read somemore and listen to people's thoughts.

Heaving yet another sigh, Lasca resettled into her seat. Obviously, the girl was having some problems adjusting. Running a hand through her considerably long hair which amazingly was staying rather tame this evening, she looked back up at Ali. "Sorry. Family stuff has put me a little out of sorts lately. Welcome to Ravenclaw." She gave Ali a smile.

Hopefull within the next couple of days her nerves would settle back to normal with the extended absence of the Monster. "So did you want to be placed in Ravenclaw or what?" Good. Get some conversation going, maybe that will help.

I hope.

HAHA!!! GOT IT!

Livvy was quite sure that the poo search was almost over and that her job there was done. After she saved that little Slytherin gal from a horrific fate of smelly arm... she felt quite proud of herself. Not every day you sweep the Ravenclaw Table clean of Mooncalf dung, right?

And then she heard it. The first letters of her name and nickname, being switched around as if unsure of which was right and which was wrong. Livvy turned around with the bag of poo in her hand, and faced Rachel. Her heart skipped a beat. Had her friend begun talking to her? Was she dreaming? Had she become delusional like Cam? Did Rachel finally forgive her? Or was she still angry at her? Livvy was too scared to ask her.

She watched Rachel as she made her way towards her. What should she do? Run? Hide? Stay there? Pretend that she wasn't actually Livvy and that she was actually her long lost twin? None of those were good. She guessed she'd just have to face reality. And Rachel. And what she did over the summer. Great.

Livvy laughed at Rachel when the girl finally realized that the place was covered in poo. It felt good to laugh once again. Though she wasn't sure if it was allowed at the moment. Were they on laughing terms too?

Sighing she grinned and just shook her head. "It's a long story. But it involves two little boys that are going to be dead meat tomorrow," Livvy said. That's all there was to know. She was sure that Rachel would be able to catch on how the poo had gotten there in the first place.

"Sorry 'bout the smell. I should've stopped it when I had the chance," Livvy said, wistfully, thinking back to the train and when she entered the compartment to that HORRIBLE smell. She should've taken those buckets away from Cam when she had the chance.

Gtg now. I'll be back tomorrow!

Ali nodded. She knew what it was like to have family problems. Well, at least she thought she did. Ali thought she had everything and it was sometimes hard to distinguish what was true or not. At least this was partly true. Ali's mother was dead, and it wasn't anything that she liked to point out. Only if asked directly she would answer. She might be devious, but certainly not a liar. Ali HATED liar's. They made her sick. She eyed her arrows, thinking if she would need them soon. Obviously not on the girl she was talking to, but anyone else who might attack her. And anyone else. She was ready to put up a fight. A hard fight.

She shivered with rage at the mention of Ravenclaw. "No...." she growled. "I am not one to value simple book intelligence." She said. It was hard to imagine such a little girl quivering so hard. "I value quick intellect, a cool composer, closed openings in mind barriers, and ambition. You can't get anywhere without ambition" Speaking of a cool composer, Ali stopped quivering and sat strait as an arrow, with her face as calm as glass.

Miranda decided that noone was going to talk to her so she looked around for someone to talk to.She noticed the girl opissite her just sitting back not talking to anyone.


Miranda leaned forward to speack to Bella "Hello. I'm Miranda Kipira Skieaskie, but most people call me Kipi. Whats your name?"

Slightly taken aback by Ali's answer Lasca had to once again reconsider the young girl sitting in front of her. Obviously she was a little shaky but this show of utter contemt for the Ravenclaw's struck a sour note with Lasca. Then she watched as the girl took her words to heart and wiped all traces of emotion from her face. Never in her life had the Ravenclaw met someone as contradictory as this little slip of a girl.

"You can't possibly believe that we are simply book smart. Or that the only knowledge we seek is found in the pages of books. We seek knowledge wherever it may hide and in whatever form it may take. Most of the Ravenclaws I know have some of the quickest minds I've ever come across and in the element their composer has never been brought into question. As far as ambition goes, well everyone has ambition in one form or another. One simply must know where to look, and it shall be found." Her voice remained rock steady and in her tone was the evidence of the pride she took in her house. It was almost insulting how little faith Ali had in the Ravenclaw lines.

"Forgive me if I sound patronizing but I think you ought to read up on your history of the Ravenclaw house and then perhaps observe the people around you before casting judgement. I am proud of being a Ravenclaw and frankly am a little shocked that you think of little of us." Lasca put a little more emphasis on the "us" then she had intended.

Running another hand through her hair she noticed that more silver streaks had appeared in the long tresses. Her hair was now down past her waist with random braids crisscrossing the heavy mass. Streaks of silver danced within the black strands like lighting playing across the sky. Shaking her head she reached across the table and took a drink. Of course it was strange how reminicent that speech had been to the one she had given to the Step Monster.

Stop it! Slamming a door on that line of thinking she glanced around the room and took note of how full it was. She felt caged in here and was ready to get some fresh air. Breathing in another few times Lasca turned back around and gave a small smile to Mariel. She really didn't know what to say or what to talk about which wasn't like her. Fishing around some more she found a sure fire conversation that always made her smile.

"So...Going out for Quidditch this year?"

This... was just... Issy's stomach flopped again. Muted, she watched Sabrina excuse herself and her eyes followed her, from where she'd been beside Willow to the fall and scream to where Samson was seated and she felt even more miserable all over again. Yes, she was very aware that she was being a brat and she hadn't exactly done anything to make Sabrina stay, but what stung the most was that she had, again, chosen Samson over her. Whether this was something of their stupid sibling relationship of not Issy did not care, because Sabrina had chosen Samson over her and Issy's only remaining good, close friend was tactless and heartless and mean and that cute little Alexander boy had even left her for Sabrina and she just wanted to curl up and cry and cry cry and in a very pathetic and pitiful manner.

Three deep, shuddering breaths were required to keep the tears from prickling and her shaking hands hid in her lap, clenched, as she tried to calm them. What she needed was water. A shaky hand reached for the goblet before her and she pressed it to her lips, taking a few sips. Honestly, it didn't help her stomach.

Samson... Issy was trying so very hard to ignore him and pretend he wasn't there but her radar was going off and he had his head on Sabrina's shoulder and Issy practically had to fight for everything bit of intimacy she could muster from him. She was a fool and a brat and selfish and childish and pathetic and Willow didn't care and Issy really, really missed Juni.

Why couldn't Juni be here?

Why was this year off to such a terrible start?

"Stoppit," Issy muttered at herself. "You need to stop acting like a little baby."

So why was it so hard, anyway? Why did her chest ache so much?