Nathalie blushed slightly, as Caden caught her staring. "Oh - sorry, no, ummm... " She smiled apologetically. "It just looked for a moment as if your eyes were slightly different colours." Well, this could be called a start in her 'rebellion'. Her mother would have been horrified to hear her making a personal comment like that. But Caden didn't seem to be offended.

Kylie laughed, "All right then." She didn't mean to sound dismissive. The topic of 'pranking' was a bit touchy. She wasn't sure if she would or wouldn't, probably not. But maybe. After spending the summer with her brother, she'd had some time to loosen up and just be herself.
Kylie realized Evelyn was really distracted, so she talked a little louder. "Your presents. That I got you..." She repeated. She was a little freaked out, Evelyn wasn't usually like this.

" Oh.... yeah they are actually." he answered with a light laugh. " See.." he looked at her directly tilting his head slight so she had better light. " I don't think anyone has ever noticed that that quick before." he admitted.

Avada looked up at the staff table,seeing that Severia was standing there.He had been asleep since the "charms teacher incedent",because,to tell you the truth,things had been pretty boring....But now something had happened and he didn't do it.

Now that he was actually showing her, Nathalie felt comfortable looking properly. "Yes, they are." She smiled at his comment about her noticing. "I notice lots of things. It started as a sort of game when I was younger - at mother's boring tea parties, I'd look for unusual things, to keep myself occupied. I suppose it sort of became a habit. But now I do it because it's interesting, you can learn a lot, just by paying attention." She laughed. "I know it sounds obvious, but lots of people I know are so oblivious."

"Aw, shucks" Layla said with a laugh. "Well, my parents are the famous Amorinas"she continued, hoping that Severia wasn't the type to say, 'Oh, your parents are Death Eaters, well then I don't want to be your friend!' Either that or the type who had never heard of her parents. She didn't come across the second type often. "I would have been going to Beauxbatons, but my mum said that Hogwarts needed someone like me. She can be a little crazy" she finished with a smile and wondered who the guy was sitting next to Severia. Layla had always gotten along with the guys more easily than the girls. They were less sensitive. Layla couldn't stand crying.

"Oh, the Amorinas. Good people, they are. Far too few people respect Death Eaters for who they are. I on the other hand, believe it takes a lot of courage to go against the crowd of relentless do-gooders. Well, I am very glad you did not go to Beauxbatons. Now I can say I have a friend who comes from a very loyal and respectable family." Severia was, after all, a Gaunt. Students who were not ashamed of their parents being Death Eaters were so rare. A precious gem in a pile of rubble!

"Ewww..." Blake muttered under his breath when a girl nearly inserted her toe in his nose. Gagging and pushing her yucky toe away, Blake snickered. He could hear Lavi and Art chat about Football, some creepy guy and giiiirls. Picking up the lunch boxes, he slowly and careful crawled out from under the table and attacked Lavi and Art. Squeezing them together, Blake plopped down between them and placed his arms on their shoulders.

"Wassup? Wassup?" He winked, wiggled his brows and stuffed some mashed potatoes in his mouth. After munching and swallowing the contents of his mouth, he smiled at his BOY--------friends, "Lavi, this one's for you and Art, here, take this. I thinkkkkkk that's yours." Placing a finger on his chin, he looked up at the ceiling, thinking. Moment later, Blake blurted out, "OH YEAH! Art, it's your box." He handed both the younger boys their cupcakes containing lunchboxes and beamed.

Layla smiled. Again. She was proud of her parents and was ecstatic to find someone who understood that. "Yeah, I'm glad I didn't go either. So what are your parents views? Are they in the Circle of the Dark Lord?" Layla asked, curious.

Layla turned to the guy sitting on the other side of Severia, "Hey, I'm Layla. First Year." she said with a smile, hoping to make another friend.

"Yes, they are. I'm from a very long line of Death Eaters. A direct descendant of the 'Original Death Eater' himself." Severia noticed that she sounded like she was bragging. "Though, my father isn't my favorite Death Eater. He disgraces the title. So, what are your other interests?"

Cedric listened to the new headmaster's speech still wondering where was Bontecou and why he's replaced by someone. "Ah.. For sure, they have a good time. They have fun. They enjoyed shopping." Cedric answered as he nodded a little. "Maybe you could come and maybe Torin too at our house next year.. on summer.. at France." He smiled to her, hoping that she would say sure.. and of course, Torin and the others could come. For sure, they will have fun. "And umm.. you must meet my girlfriend. She'll be happy to meet you! I told her that you're a great friend of mine and it would be great if you two become friends."

Then he turned to the man whom Reese greeted. That man looked joyless, he seemed unhappy to be at Hogwarts and.. he seemed unfriendly, sinuous.. and really dangerous. Cedric just smiled feebly at him with his scrutinizing eyes.. then he turned to Reese, as he couldn't stand looking at the must-be-dangerous man who happens to be their new DADA professor.

Blake jumped up from under the table and attacked Art and Lavi. This boy was truly something else. He squished them together and sat between them with an arm about each of thier shoulders. "Whoa, hey Blake." Art grinned at his crazy friend. "Um, a little space is good too." he said referring to being squished against Blake. "We aren't the Three Amigos Blake."

He accepted the lunchbox handed to him and smiled."Wow, um. Thank you Blake." Art opened it to find cupcakes.Okay....kinda creepy. These aren't the kind of gift you give to your guy friends normally. Its okay, its not like it is White Day right? Oh, well this is Blake.

Art shook his head a little after Blake shouted in his ear. "Whoa, ok I get it its mine. Thank you Blake." he smiled. His ear now ached.

"Are you serious? That's so awesome! You're one lucky girl" she smiled, liking Severia more by the minute. "Well, I love to read and I'm actually a huge nerd. I usually get really good grades, especially in Potions, but Muggle Studies kills me! I mean, really, we're wizards! We don't need to learn about our lessers! They're not even good enough to scrub our floors, so why do they get a class dedicated to their behaviour and such?" Layla finished with a heavy breath, Muggles were a soft spot in her mind. "I love to fly and I'm hoping to make the Quidditch team next year. Uhm, as you know, I have an owl, Dracio, and I love her even though she gets on my nerves. I'm an only child, but before I came, my cousin was staying with us in Rennes. He's 9 so he'll be going to Durmstrang in a couple of years. I was homeschooled before now, so I know a lot more spells than a normal kid my age. But, unfortunately, most of them are prohibited here, as my parents taught them to me. So, yeah, there's me in 300 words or less. How about you?"

"Well, my best subject would probably be charms, but I'm good at Potions too. I can't imagine taking Muggle Studies! That will be awful, we may as well study apes. I've no idea why, but my father has an unnatural obsession with them. He finds joy in doing their jobs, secretly using magic and having them adore him. It's sick, I wouldn't want to be around them enough for that. Anyway, I have a snake named Marvolo, Marv for short. I'm a parselmouth, which can be quite annoying when you're sitting down for supper and a snake slithers past a window. I once thought my mother was trying to feed us all mice! And I love Quidditch! Wow, that was probably way more than 300 words, but it's fun talking to someone interesting." Severia laughed as she took a sip of pumpkin juice.

"Ugh, I wish I was a Parselmouth... Your dad's a Death Eather and he likes Muggles?" Layla's jaw dropped. That was unheard of.

"He doesn't at all like them. He likes to torture, humiliate, and abuse them. He just does it at a much closer distance than I find comfortable. He feels like the only way for wizards to gain full supremecy is to make the Muggles worship us. Which isn't a bad idea if you think about it. My mother thinks they should all be marched into an ocean. But why get rid of something that could possibly get put to good use."

"Oh! Okay, you scared me there for a second," she said with a sigh of relief, "I think they're too stupid to be of any use to us. We have house elves for chores and such. The only use the Muggles serve, in my opinion, is keeping us in secret. We should be proud of who we are and not let Muggles stand in our way. How were you considering putting them to use?" Layla asked, willing to be enlightened. She liked hearing other people's opinions. But most of the time, she was too stubborn to waver from her own.

"Honestly, I haven't figured out a way to put them to use yet. But it would be dreadful if I came up with something wonderful just as the last one sank to the bottom of the ocean." Severia said with a laugh. "But in all seriousness, I do believe it is time for wizards to make their presence known."

Layla laughed along, "I guess you have a point there. I think it would be too much trouble to make ourselves known if we don't have a plan for the Muggles. With no plan, we would just start a war and precious pure blood would be spilled."

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"Evelyn Flores." She nodded, keeping up a small smile. How long has it been? A few minutes? That, definitely, was a new personally record. "So, my new Slytherin friend...Nella? How are you liking Hogwarts so far?" And what she meant by that, why did the girl look so...not happy to be in Slytherin?

Nella smiled, feeling so relieved that she finally met someone nice. she thought that she couldnt thank god enough , then said with a weak smile on her face: I am loving everything so far... and thank you very much. she closed her mouth for a second and thought what if Evelyn didnt like it if she called her by her first name. afterall they just met. so she continued: Evelyn, for inviting me.
after she was seated next to her, she felt her stomach growling so she started eating without another word and she felt that Evelyn would not be very happy about the way Nella keeps silent, hoping that she'll understand her, that she's just very shy.

Lavi was getting sleepy again because of the food he had just eaten and he was about to place his head on the table when he felt someone grab his shoulder and pushed him against Art. He yellped and saw Blake plopping himself in between them saying 'wassup' ..Would people please stop using slang?! Lavi doesn't know them! he felt so lonely *sniff*

"Eh, Hai to you too Blake" he muttered while rubbing his shoulder that hurted from the collapsion and he watched as Blake placed something on the table. It was...it was.."CAKEYS!!!!" Lavi yelled out loud in excitment and quickly snatched the cake away without looking what was ...decorated on it and happily nommed on it. He was halfway through the bottom of the cake. Yes the bottom when he noticed that the cake had a decoration on top. He held the cake away and looked at the book on top of it.

Totally freaking out, Lavi dropped the cupcake on the floor and screamed in horror. "Book! book! " he gasped and actually jumped away from the bench. "Blaaaake! you meany! you know i'm scared of books!" he sniffed, holding back his tears before sitting back down on the bench again. Aww man, he suddenly felt really bad. What if Blake had just forgotten about his phobia? he had made a cakey! "S-sorry" he stuttered and layed his head on the table. Soon he would talk to the head of house and hopefully he will be cured...hopefully.

Lucille snorted. "Not daft," she said. "Hugry."

She watched as he tied up the potatos in a neat little parcell. Awww. Nice of him really. He could havetaken advantage and she could have ended up with a face full of potato.

But nope. Chaucer seemed, albeit a little ..er..old fashioned, what was the word?

Lucille's thoughts were interupted by the package of patatos flying her way. She caught them. Well, admittedly the majority did break free of the napkin and hit the floor, but that could be ignored. "Fanks," she said, setting them on the table in front of her. "Im Lucille, by the way." She grinned at him. "And you're...Saucer...Sorce...Chore...Chor-ser?" She said uncertaintly.

As Zoe sat jostling with her food she noticed she was sat next to a Korean boy who looked about the same age.
Zoe pondered for a few seconds, thinking of what would be a good ice breaker to introduce herself to the young fellow.
"I haven't seen you around here before" said Zoe in an assertive tone. "My name is Zoe Riddle, you may have heard of me, or you may have not. And you are?"

Lenalee barely touched her food. She felt detached as she watched everyone's auras swirling chaotically around her. It was strange to see how the older students had darker colors by far than the new first years like herself. The majority had already seen death. Just how safe was this institution anyway? It didn't matter much, she would keep her nose out of it. Everyone had their skeletons, just some of us have learned how to dance with them.
She thought it strange that so many seemed naturally dark in this house. The darkest house. And yet somehow they seem much more vulnerable. She finished her meal and took to looking at the professors auras. A range of colors there, none were pure black so she needn't worry any of them had murderous intentions, at least at the present time. Though she felt the stern looking man in the suit had the most gray aura of the lot. He must not care much for feelings. And would do to keep an eye on him. As well as keep her mouth from saying anything she would come to regret.
With that settled she looked around for anyone to talk to... Perhaps she was feeling a bit lonely.

Looking to his right Alex eyed the girl that was speaking to him. Why was she talking to him? "Should I know that name?" Alex asked, tone civil but sort of wary. She was giving the impression that she may be a bit deluded since she was thinking that people had to have heard of her. "I'm Alexander Hyeung and you haven't seen me here before because I've never been here before." He informed her before reaching over to grab a pitcher of water and pour it into his goblet.