Shaking her head Sloane smiled, she recognized that gleam in her eye at the recollection of hexing her sister. "No, but I think that's really a good thing. First impressions and all, Kinda worried about the homework though." She paused for a second, "Um oh..did you see that flier on the train about werewolves?"

"Oh, well if you ever need help with the work, you can find me and I'll help you as best as I can." She'd always been good at teaching, and she knew that it was easier to ask another student for help than to ask a Professor. "And those fliers, yeah I heard about that, but I'm not sure on all the details, do you know what happened?

Evelyn smiled, knowing how she probably felt. "Slytherin isn't all that bad." she said, smiling her innocent smile as always when talking to somebody. Looking down at her fork, she picked it up and examined it, and then grimaced when she heard about her brothers. "Sorry about your brothers. I'm kinda glad that my brother will only enter Hogwarts when i will be in my seventh year. Than i will only have to put up with him for a year." she said, looking back over at Destiny and twirling the fork in her hand. "How many do you have? Brothers i mean."

As Mystic was talking to Fallon Aaron came walking fast almost a jog down the aisle to the table. She high fived his out reached hand. "Nothing much up here. Just talking and waiting for you and the others.
So, you looking forward to this year? She asked.

Michael sat down at the table.

'Yeah I think I'll do just fine in this house.' Destiny noticed Evelyn playing with her fork, wondering if she was boring her. 'I have 2 older brothers. They have already graduated Hogwarts. They were both in Ravenclaw. I'm so glad they aren't here now. The only good thing about my brothers are they taught me how to play quidditch. Do you play?"

Mystic noticed a new guy sit near her. "Hello, I am Mystic. This is Aaron and Fallon." Introducing herself and friend to the new person.

CLANG!

The sound of a silver tipped obsidian cane crashing down on stone echoed through the hall, announcing the arrival of Professor Valon R. Kazimeriz, esq.

He took one look in the great hall, and he was not pleased.

The 103-year old man shuffled to a stop behind Paris Greenwood. His liver-spotted, arthritic hand was clutched tightly on the silver head of his cane. His dark eyes narrowed dangerously as he assessed the young girl, and he spoke in a loud, dramatic voice, so all nearby students could hear:

"Someone. Please. Tell me. That this is Miss Greenwood's conjured clone from last term and not the girl herself. For I am absolutely certain that no Slytherin Quidditch Captain would be foolish enough to show up to the Start of Term feast dressed as though a cauldron of Pink Giggle Gulp exploded on her robes."

He turned to the girl, his wrinkled lips pulled into a scowl. "You have not merely broken the dress code, you've shattered it irreparably. So, unless you have an affliction which turns you into a pink puffskein at dinner hour, you have exactly 10 minutes to go get into proper attire and set a good example for your housemates, or I shall start deducting points for every minute your little fashion blunder challenges our retinas." Kazimeriz pulled out a pocket watch on a chain, checking it.

"Go."

Evelyn's eyes flickered a darker green when she heard the word quidditch, and she smiled impishly. "I love quidditch. I'm considering doing it professionally once I finish Hogwarts, but you never know, i might find something better later on." Turning back to her fork, she stopped twirling it, and studied it again before letting it go. Instead of dropping to the table, it floated in mid air, twisting around in circles. After a few seconds, it finally dropped to the table noisily, making her jump in surprise. "What position do you play?" she asked curiously, looking back up to Destiny.

Quidditch! Now Destiny knew her conversation was not boring by the look of Evelyn eyes. 'Well I usually just play whatever position my brothers force me to but I really like being a beater!' Destiny never thought she was a good beater but the fact she could try to knock people off their brooms appealed to her. 'I've never thought about professional quidditch! What position do you play?' Destiny was excited about this converstion. She could talk about quidditch all day!

Abby walks over to wish her cousin a Happy Birthday when she hears Professor Kazimeriz's tirade about Paris' birthday dress. "Hello Professor Kazimeriz, Paris. Happy Birthday. I love your dress. Don't you think my cousin looks divine in it Professor?" Abby smiles at the professor. Nothing like a good detention to start the term off with. I just can't help it. I'm so happy to see Professors Lupa and Bontecou at the opening feast. It just can't get any better.

CLANG!

Kris about choked on his gigantic mouthful of chicken, mashed potatoes, and chocolate cake.

Hooolly coow.

Scaryman.

Kris's eyes went into full bug-mode, as this ancient relic declared that a girl in a rediculas looking dress had exactly ten minutes to change, or they started losing house points.

Before the feast was even over.

Nice going wierd-dress-girl.

He managed to choke down his mouthful of food, but failed to tear his eyes from the man standing only a few feet away.
Maybe it would be smart to make a first impression?

Eyes still in full bug-mode, Kris wiped his messy mouth on his sleeve, and offered his hand to the professor, who was still eyeing his stopwatch.

H-hello sir. My name ist Kris. I just transferred here.
Nett Sie-- sorry, nice to meet you.

He was nervous, he couldn't even speak English anymore. Geez. He hoped the scary looking professor could understand his German accent...

She felt him before she heard it. It was like a cold sweat was creeping up her spine, and her heart was plunged into a bucket of ice water. If there was a hell, the devil was lonely for his number one man had just clanged into the Great Hall. Paris slowly turned around to face the man. Professor Kazimeriz.

Any other time she loved attention, but he was purposely speaking loud so that everyone was looking at her while he publicly berated her.

For a person with a fairly brown complexion her entire body was visible om fire. Did he just call her couture gown a fashion blunder!!! The tiny Slytheirn was shaking rage as she tried to keep from kicking his cane out from under him, and then kicking his bad leg out from under him. He was just being mean to Paris just to be mean to her. He didn't pick on anyone else during the feast like he did her. It wasn't fair. She pushed past him toward the doors, if she didn't leave right now she was going to do something stupid and get into tons of trouble.

She turned back and gave her cousin a look that said 'give me a minute' she just wasn't in the mood to be social right now. She was too upset to speak to anyone without having a utter fit. She would speak to Abby later if she felt like coming back to the feast.

"My father did that with me too!" she laughed a little. "Well, he would make me practice with him on the weekends when he wasn't at his job. He worked me to death on every position. Though i prefer chaser, sometimes keeper. Depends on my mood." She left out the part about what would happen if she did something wrong. 'Another quidditch fan. Excellent.' Evelyn thought with a smile, noticing Destiny's obvious excitement. "A beater? It's a good position to get frustrations out." she sniggered.

With a small, satisfied smirk, Kazimeriz watched Miss Greenwood storm out of the hall. They would have order and respect for rules, by Merlin!

Having made an example of the Slytherin quidditch captain, he turned to Miss Wright.


"Good evening, Miss Wright. I am certain your cousin will be back soon in more appropriate attire and you can converse to your gabby little hearts' content. In the interim, perhaps you should return to your table. The speech is to begin soon; moonrise is not far off. You would not want to make the Headmaster miss his deadline... or would you?" Kazimeriz smiled a little and raised an eyebrow.

Kazimeriz turned and glanced down as the boy offered his hand, nodding in greeting. "Good evening. You will forgive me for failing to shake hands--" He raised a gnarled claw for a moment, then rested it on his cane again. "Arthritis, the bane of old age. Not even potions truly touch it. What is your last name, child?" He inquired cordially, as though he had not just administered a verbal thrashing to Miss Greenwood.

'My parents never liked me playing quidditch. Since I am the only daughter they figured I should be more girly.' Destiny thought it was great that she might've already found herself a friend and she was also a huge quidditch fan too! 'So are you planning on trying out for the house team?' Destiny thought if Evelyn would be on the Slytherin team they would have a good chance of winning the quidditch cup.

Schmitz. Kristopher Conrad Schmitz. But Kris is ok.

Kris let a hesitant smile reach his face. He was gaining some confidence back as he realized that the old man wasn't going to pull out his wand and jinx him into oblivion for some random rule-breakage he wasnt yet aware of.

As the professor commented on his arthritis, Kris felt bad for him. He couldn't imagine not being able to move without pain. Yikes.

Well, at least it gives you an excuse to have a really cool cane!
Kris attempted some humor. Hopefully the professor wasn't beyond humor. His tendency for pranks would get him into waaay more trouble with a cranky prof than a funny one.

Kazimeriz smirked, a tight, wry expression that added more wrinkles to his already impossibly wrinkled face. "Alas, the cane is unrelated to the arthritis, but rather to an unfortunate dark injury." His eyes shifted to glare over at the staff table, scanning it for Ethan Truebridge before returning his attention to the student.

"But we must sally forth regardless of infirmity in this life, mustn't we, Mr. Schmitz?" Kazimeriz said. "I expect I shall be seeing you in potions class... In the interim, the speech is soon to begin and I suggest you tuck in. Opportunity is not a lengthy visitor, after all. Nor is pudding. Good evening." Kazimeriz nodded to the bow and Miss Wright and began to shuffle on down the length of the table toward the staff table.

"Really?" she asked, slightly amused. "There is such a thing to love to play quidditch and be girly at the same time." Someone at the corner of her eye caught her attention. 'Woah, old professor.' she thought, spotting the old man with the cane. He looked really serious. Best not to get on his bad side. Evelyn tore her gaze away from him and back to Destiny with a bewildered expression but then relaxed when she remembered they were talking about quidditch and the man was forgotten. "I'm not trying out this year, but i will next year if they have any spots open. How 'bout you? Trying out?"

'Unfortunate dark injury'?

Oohh. Storytime! But not now.

Before Kris could rally his thoughts and ask for all the gory details, the Professor was walking away.

Something clicked.
Opportunity is not a lengthy visitor, after all. Nor is pudding.
Pudding was leaving???

WAITHOLDON!!

NOT allowed.

Kris whipped out his wand again.

ACCIO PUDDING!
An entire bowl of sloppy chocolaty goodness whizzed toward him from the other end table.

Kris beamed and picked up his spoon.
YUM.

'Yeah my parents are weird I guess.' Destiny laughed but stopped when she noticed Evelyn's eyes on the old professor. ' Whoa,' was all she could think. She turned back to Evelyn, not wanting to make eye contact with the professor. 'Yeah I would like to try out too! I think it would be fun to play and get on my parents nerves at the same time!' she said with sort of an evil grin.

Evelyn laughed out loud at Destiny's last comment. "Oh wow, we are going to get along just fine."

Destiny couldn't help herself. She started laughing along with Evelyn. After that brief fit of laughter Destiny asked 'So what classes are you looking forward to? Since we already know how to fly brooms that class should be easy!'

Pompeii got off easy, hissy fit Paris wanted to throw would have blown the UK off the map. She was upset and embarrassed. In the universe that was Paris Greenwood that was never a good thing.

She pushed open the doors to the Great Hall and stormed back into the hall. Her brown eyes smoldered as she saw the herald of Satan sitting at the staff table cool as a day old cucumber.

CLACK...CLACK...CLACK....CLACK....CLACK...

She was walking so hard on her heels she was scared to was going to break either a heel or her neck, but she was too upset to care either way. He got her to change her dress, but not even CoCo Chanel herself was going to get her out of the limited addition Jimmy Choo mary janes she was wearing. That wasn't happening anytime soon. She was sleeping in those shoes.

Her tiny little hands balled into fists as she watched him. She kept glaring at him as she stalked over to the Slytherin table and threw herself into a chair.

If the people around her valued their face being put together in a reasonable manner they would leave her alone to fume in peace.

Evelyn finally settled down enough to answer Destiny's question. "Hmm, DADA and Potions should be interesting." she thought about it for awhile. "Oh i know, i can't wait for flying lessons! Well, more like a free period for us." she smirked at the thought. "What about you?"