Rearranging? Heh. yeah.
 

"I always knew I'd be a Slytherin. There's no way I would go in any other house. I just didn't expect there'd be so many people. Or maybe I thought there would be more and I would sort of blend in. I just don't really fit in." He said thinking of how everyone else was so loud and obnoxious. Especially Severia.

I feel the need to apologise for Oliver - I'm so sorry.
 

Hmph. Helpful. “Me too.” He replied eyeing the food like he hadn't eaten for days. Well.. he lost his pasty on the train thanks to that... girl-boy... thing. Urh. “So what's this place like? I'm new.” He pointed out pretty obviously given the attention-seeking celebration of his sorting. “These Slytherin folks are a decent bunch?” Yeah.. course they were. Otherwise Oliver wouldn't have been sorted here. hehe. But, light conversation was called for? Social etiquette failed him.

Another wee kid was smiling at him? What? Did he have something on his face? He smiled back though his smile was sort of amused... not so much friendly. He wiped at his face with his hands. He didn't just do the Moonwalk in front of the whole school with chocolate frog on his face. Right?

Meh.

Oh no. That wasn't the response he was aiming for. The wink was supposed to be a deterrent. He smiled at her despite this. “Hello wee girrl.” He said in a sing songy Scots accent.

And now his vision was beginning to flicker on the corners of his eye! What sort of monstruous fate - oh, it was a girl. Waving at him? Well, he certainly wasn't used to that sort of greeting. Actually, he was often the one to greet, wasn't he? Chaucer sat and waffled for a moment over whether to ignore her, and thereby increase his pomp with the others, or go sit and silence his mind of its incessant brooding.

The latter seemed appropriate enough and he was intrigued that a girl would engage him first. He moved down to the girl and held out a gloved hand in greeting: "Chaucer Ipswich, fourth year transfer." He stopped to collect himself. "The gloves aren't offensive are they? It's not that I don't want to touch you or such... not that I want to touch you as that would be deviant. Ah me, I'm a little muddled at present. I simply adore gloves. Your name?"

AHH! He couldn't have tripped over the words anymore than possible! Surely the worst sort of impression!

He looked over and saw Kate had arrived. Kate! He had completely forgotten about his muse! But he couldn't simply leave the current company until proper dismissals were performed.

Instead, Chaucer waved her over to join him.

Gonna do some FF stuff or something... Leaving );
 

*Rawwrrr!*
"He didn't even care to call me my name while throwing candies! I made sure he remembered it because at the rate we were enemies... He might need to learn it..." Rosalie laughed while she was trying to find the boy and his girl-friend or whatever she was to him.
"Heh.. I wish, I could've said more. Threatening to place a hex on me won't stop me.." Rosalie realized she sounded mean.
She was in fact different from her family.

What should I do first.. Run away or get yelled at then run away..? Rosalie thought. She was a disgrace to the Wayland name, she wasn't fit to hold it. Her parents wouldn't understand.

It probably looked like she was having a hissy-fit with herself.

last post g2g
 

Vicky smiled "well i wouldn´t know, i´m new too" "i´d rather be here than in any other house though" she said taking a look to the other houses
"so where are you from?"

Tobias looked up from staring at the golden plate to see a very…emotional looking Slytherin. There was no other way to describe him. The boy, Tobias noted, was staring at his tie as if he wanted to attack it. “Ummm…there’s nothing on your - ” he started to say, stopping as the boy made a fold and pinned it. Tobias mashed his eyebrows together, not sure what the older boy had achieved.

Leaning across the table so he could more easily be heard, Tobias asked, “Er…can I ask why you did that?” Silently, Tobias berated himself for letting his voice show his intimidation.

Marie walked back over to her seat after she had her little chat with Kay. "Hey Vicky, hope I wasn't gone too long. I just really needed to talk to Kay for a minute."
Looking up Marie noticed there was an older boy sitting there with them now. "Hi, I'm Marie, how are you?"
'What's this, Rex is actually coming over to the Slytherin table to talk to me, is he mad or what?' Marie thought as Rex started to whisper in her ear. Marie couldn't believe it, he was actually apologizing to her. She was in shock, she didn't really know what to say to him. "Umm, gee, thanks Rex" she whispered back so no one else at the table could hear her. "You know you really did hurt my feelings when you started talking like that, not all Slytherins are bad." Looking back at the Gryffindor table Marie sees Alexandra still sitting there, only now Rex wasn't with her. "You remember when I told you there was just one Gryffindor that I didn't like, that was mean to me and Kay last term? Well that girl you were just talking to, Alexandra, she is the one. She hates Kay even more than she does me, then again maybe she hates us both the same, I don't know. I just know she will try to turn you on us quicker than you can say Holy Merlin." Looking around to make sure no one was listening to her Marie continued telling Rex about Alexa. "Whatever you do around that girl just be careful. She makes Slytherins look like angels."
Looking over at Kay she thinks maybe Rex should go talk to her. "Maybe you should go talk to Kay, I was just at her table and she was a little nervous about you talking to Alexandra. You know Kay really does like you a lot, I would hate to see you two have problems over a girl you just met."

Chaucer heard a voice from across the table, though he was positively surprised he could hear anything. Looking around as though attempting to spot some distant landmark, the fem-faced lad finally spotted the speaker.

"Why? Was that what you said, I say was that what you said?" Was that what he had said? It would be a terrible embarassment on his part to answer incorrectly. What if he asked for a spoon?
Life is about risks, Chaucer.
"I did that, my petit popinjay, because how else am I supposed to contend with myself? I would look in the mirror and see a uniform not Chaucer- and to be honest, I do like to see the old boy every so often. Besides, it could be a new trend I think." He looked down at the tie in admiration.

"Hello, Chaucer. My name is Severia. It's a pleasure to meet you. And I love your gloves. I didn't mean to interupt you if I did. I just hate to see people alone. But seeing as you have company now, don't feel obligated to stay. Although you and your friend are welcome to stay if you like. Oh, look, now I'm babbling. Sorry." Severia said as she began to blush. What was with this blushing? Severia Gaunt doesn't blush! Hogwarts was doing something to her and she wasn't sure if she liked it.


"Whoa! Calm down, Rosalie!" Severia laughed. "An enemy on the first day, that's pretty good. I need an enemy. I wonder if I have one I don't know about?"

Georgie is NOT following Oliver, I swear it. lolol xD
 

Georgie didn't bother proceeding to her designated table. So, she was in Ravenclaw, but from what she knew, Hugo WASN'T Ravenclaw. Ugh. Where WAS he? D:

She stalked off to the Slytherin table, seeing as it was the closest table to her own. Flicking her pink-lined cloak behind her, she took an empty seat and looked around. There was just not Hugo to be fooound! Sob sob.

Biting back a whine, Georgie tapped the shoulder of the nearest Slytherin student. "Excuse me. Do you happen to know a Hugo Woods, and have you seen him around anywhere?" She tried not to sound desperate, but she was on the brink of tears. Wait. No she wasn't. She shouldn't beee.

Oh, and she was going to make it a point to ask only boys, as in her mind, asking girls would mean that they'd fraternized with him. Georgie wouldn't stand for THAT. Rawr.

ooc: For anyone who wants to RP. :D

Tobias tugged on a curl again. That was becoming a nervous habit; he really needed to stop. Nervous habits were not allowed in the Rivers family because Rivers were not nervous.

Hearing the boy speak for the first time, Tobias couldn't help but turn his head slightly to one side in an attempt to allow his words to sink into his brain. After deciphering his sentences, Tobias nodded in agreement. "I suppose I see your point," he said, picking up a spoon and tapping it lightly against the table, "individuality is good." As for it being a new trend, Tobias was unsure. He for one, did not have a pin with which to alter his tie.

"What year are you in?" he asked, "I don't think I've seen you around." And you are certainly older than me, he added silently.

"What? Who? I think you're at the wrong table. I've never heard of that guy." Avada said, looking at the Ravenclaw as if she had asked to borrow his lung.

"Severia! You like them? I wear them often! Well, I do clean them obviously, but I recently spilled some rose tonic on them and hadn't seen much sense in doing so as of late." Chaucer babbled as well, though it was not in his nature to notice it often. "Well, I should seek Kate. But then, she is quite amicable with most and I'm certain you'll meet. Ah yes, very certain."

But there was the Ravenclaw boy too - he rather liked him. He was a remarkable reminder of himself in his past, before he had discovered the delight of a custom wardrobe. Deary, how long has that been...

Chaucer grinned; the boy seemed a touch nervous, likely because he himself cut such a fine and intimidating figure. His hair was nothing to shake a stick at either.
"Fourth year, and the better for it. Last year was a complete waste; the only new friend I made turned out to have some peculiar issues and burned down a school. I had almost lost all faith in associating with those outside family you know, but then you don't know. And didn't ask for that matter." Talking was becoming easier... perhaps he could do this after all! Images of stalking lonely hallways whisped away like mist.

"I certainly hope I'll be seeing more of you around." Severia said with a smile. This boy definetly intrigued her. He was so different. Maybe she could find a pin for her tie. She hated that all the girls had to wear them. She would have anyway, just to be different.

I am glad you accepted my apology" Rex told Marie. " I will be careful of Alexa and will always make sure you and Kay are safe" Rex assured Marie. " I am going to talk to Kay now and I really love her" Rex said to Marie. 'Sorry I am not good with girls seeing I never had a girlfreind ever" Rex expalins to Marie.

To Harmony. It's ok. hehe!
 

Oh! She was new too! Well that was good. They could be new together. New OLD students together... cos she looked about his age, maybe a wee younger. “My ol' man was a Slytherin. It runs in the family.” He shrugged. “May as well keep up an age old family tradition.”

He followed her eyes to the other tables, or more specifically, the Hufflepuff table as if looking for someone in particular. He looked back at Vicky when he didn't spot her. “I'm from Scotland but we moved to Cornwall a few years ago. What about you? How come you're starting in fourth year?"


Hearing another someone addressing him he looked over the table to see another young girl. Where were all the blokes? And older kids? “Hello Marie. I'm Oliver.” He smiled at her. “Good, good. I'll be even better when we get to eat.” Man, he was famished.

And then his eyes landed on someone else. Her. Or, he. It? Whatever. That scary thing that had lost him his lunch. He gulped and looked away quickly hoping she wouldn't spot him. She was wrong. He didn't like her.

Gradually like waves eroding rock, the nervousness was wearing away. Tobias could feel it ease off until his heart was free of any constrictive feelings.

"Ah. I'm only a second year." Two years wasn't too much of a difference - so why did this boy act so...old? "It was a complete waste? What about your classes?" Tobias could not imagine a school where classes meant nothing. "Sorry about your oddball friend...wait...what school did he burn down?" Tobias tried to remember if he had heard anything about incinerated schools over the summer.

Georgie raised her eyebrow at the boy who answered her question. Evidently, he was younger than her, and from all the experiences at the train, she came to the conclusion that the younger the Hogwarts students got, the more rude they acted. Just like that boy a little ways from her. THE BOY FROM THE TRAIN! The one who kept calling her a boy. Aaaand he seemed to be avoiding her. Heh. Good. :3

"I think I'm at the right table," she replied pointedly, placing a hand on her hip. "I know perfectly well where MY house table is. I was just looking for someone..." She trailed off. What if the boy was right? HOW could they not know Hugo Woods? Hugo Woods was... was... HUGO WOODS!

Biting her lip, she held back another whine. Where WAS he? What was the point of Hogwarts if Hugo Woods wasn't around? Meh.

"Sir Martigan's Academy for Distinguished Young Gentlemen. Quite a mouthful I know, but an anagram is impossible. SMAD-YuG, how ghastly. And yet, say Sir Martigan's and people think you mean the tavern down the road!" Chaucer tossed a dishevelled piece of auburn hair to the side as he continued. "My yes, was it ever worthless! It was a tragic repeat of second year, or at least Herbology was and I do love that study. It's one of the only things muggles got right, but were unable to succeed in entirely due to their tragic hubris. Not like Divination!" Chaucer gave a snort. "Even a proper muggle can do that, so there's nothing special in a wizard doing it, is there?" Lordy lords, trailing off again. What was I talking about? It didn't take him long to continue his tirade and even went so far as to cite how he defined 'worthlessness' as 'things learned which did not both directly benefit and interest him'.

Years of speaking to tolerant relatives had left Chaucer with bit of a motormouth issue that no one really sought to comment on, but rather ignore. Also, Chaucer always found what he said to be profoundly interesting, otherwise he wouldn't bother saying anything (in his abstract logic).

Walking slowly towards the Slytherin table Alex took a deep breath before trying to find a seat. There were so many people. So many people that he didn't know and so few that he did. Closing his eyes to calm himself when he opened them again his face showed nothing but confidence.

Walking closer to the table he sat down at an available seat without really looking around at those he was sitting near. As far as Alex was concerned the sooner this was over the better off he would be.

"Just take care of Kay will you, she needs to know that you aren't going to turn on her. Like I said before, she can be a bit emotional, but she is a good person. We can talk later, now go talk to Kay and enjoy the feast."
"Nice to meet you Oliver, the feast should be starting soon. You will love being in Slytherin, it is a great house." Marie looked around at everyone that was sitting at their table, 'Yep, this is a great house to be in, lots of great students, even if they are a little mischievous' she thought as she glanced over at Evelyn, who was sitting alone, well without Destiny anyway. 'Hmmm, girl must have gotten lost. Oh well, she will find her way here soon enough.'
Marie looked up and down the table trying to find Evan but didn't see him anywhere. "Where is that boy, I hope he's not lost with Destiny. Nah, that would never happen' she thought as she giggled to herself.

"Ugh....You disappoint me,Severia.Were you actually just blushing?",Avada said,once again,in a dark tone.

Severia listened as Chaucer ranted nearby. "A distinguished young gentleman?" She said to herself, though quite loud.

"Get a life Avada! Don't you have anything better to do than to pick on me!" Severia rolled her eyes and continued to ignore him. He can be such a jerk sometimes. She thought.

Chaucer couldn't quite help but hear Severia off to his right. Bah!? Surely that wasn't... incredulity in her voice? I am indeed quite the gentleman aren't I? Oh yes Chaucer, of course you are. After the much needed talk with his inner self [to which even this narrator must roll his eyes], the lad decided to respond in turn. And why not?

"Yes! Although even I must relent that the name offers far too much hope for one seeking a proper upbringing and stabs at it roughly, leaving instead the bland knowledge that one had attended a very overpriced academy. Trust I came out quite right, but I like to think I am more nature than nurture." In fact, he would have put forth himself then and there that he was PROOF of nature's superiority was it not such a sensitive subject for some.

Avada sighed.
"I was trying to be concerned...Or as close as I can get,anyway.",Avada said,closing his eyes for a moment.
"Hmph!I have more important things to think about....like how the heck I got into this mess in the first place.",Avada said as he became immersed in thought again.

"I don't doubt you at all. I was merely expressing my interest in the academy, that's all. If anything, I can see that they do a fine job of molding you into the perfect gentleman. Although the clay must be there from the start for it to be molded." Severia answered, slightly flushed that he had heard her coment. She didn't want to offend him at all.

Art was looking for a place to sit near someone he knew, or a girl , preferably. While glancing around he saw his friend Chaucer. Ah ha, he did make Slytherin. Cool, more craziness to our house woot! I wish that there were more girls that I knew in my own house. Mostly as Chaucer coined 'cotton candy'. Woo that guy is a riot.

He grinned a sat in the empty seat next to him. Chaucer stood out even in the same uniform as everyone else. He had put a pin upon his tie and there was no mistaking that hair, with another guy at least. Art kept his uniform slightly undone, like a punk rock version of uniform. He would conform when absolutely necessary, as not to lose house points, but otherwise he hated it.

"Hey there Chaucer" he beamed."See, I knew that you would be in my house. Welcome to Slytherin my friend." he smiled warmly.

Dalanie walked over to the Slytherin table. She knew one person that was a Slytherin. She wanted to find more and meet more. Maybe even find some cute boy. She knew a few of their names that she hadn't met and she planned on meeting them. She saw a boy that she recognized as Benjamin Farley. She felt her cheeks turn red. She had a huge crush on him. Her lips tightened to where they could hardly be seen. She took a deep breath through her nose. She rushed back to her table full of Ravenclaw before she could make a fool of herself. Her brother Damar, friends with him. She had never told Damar about her crush and she didn't plan on it.

"Yeah it's weird. Everyone always puts a label on you just cuz you're in Slytherin." she paused dor a moment to think. "I don't think there were quite this many girls in Slytherin last year though." she laughed.

"We definetly need more boys. They are always loads of fun." Severia said. She was definetly enjoying being at Hogwarts so far.

Chaucer took a step back from his veritable verbal leap at the girl. Ah, so indeed I have been too paranoid. Haha! Of course, who would doubt me? My breeding must clearly show through the uniform! His modestly was receiving a painful lesson from his pride the more and more he spoke to others. It was the first time he had to start from scratch, and he was quite proud of his progress. The grin that enveloped his face was childish and not something he would have kept on had a mirror been present, that was certain. Chaucer found nothing charming in acting juvenile, where a man was concerned.
"The clay must be there first, that is true, I say very true. Or is it? I've never been very good at philosophy because I can't make up my mind you see. Conflict, ah, a Gemini and all."

Chaucer brought his conversation to a halt as he noticed someone familiar fall into view.

Art! That's right, he did say he was in Slytherin - what an irresponsible thing to forget! Had he met him at a party, true as toasted toads there would have been consquences for forgetting such important contact information. Must remember as many things as I can about the others here, lest I seem addled or absent minded.
Chaucer gave a quick nod of his head with a comely grin; yes, this is how to do it correctly, old boy. "It seems like absolute MONTHS since I've last seen you! How was your train ride? Ah, I got into a mild scuffle with some foam but that didn't last... nothing ever does. All play is transient!" It was a little theatrical, but Chaucer always enjoyed his way of speaking and its affect on others.

"Definitely!" Nicoletta felt more at home than she had when she first got off the train. "Speaking of which, how many boys do you think ended up in Gryffindor?" she asked.

"Silly? Is that really the word you'd choose to describe me?" Oh that Raiden - HE was the SILLY one. She leaned his way when he started leaning away. Was he looking at something? NEPTUNE wanted to SEE TOO! She looked at him expectantly - for him to explain why he was leaning away from her.

"Oh." Clear disappointed seeped from her tone. "You mean he's ... a fan?" Fans. How her mother never tired of their incessant enthusiasm would always confuse Neptune. She threw THAT boy a DIRTY look. "It's rude to fanboy at the dinner table." Truth!

"A Gemini, you say? I'm a Scorpio. I suppose after I study divination and astronomy a bit more I'll have an idea of what all that means."

"There were a lot more first year boys in Gryffindor than any other house that I saw on the train." Again with the thoughts of longing to be in Gryffindor. But there come the memories of the Gryffindor jerks to put that to an abrupt end.

"Mmmhhmmm... Nicoletta replied, then remembered she was talking to someone. "Oh yeah right! I didn't see very many but I sat in the middle and didn't walk around much."

"Er-" Silly was a bit of an understatement, but 'borderline deranged' was surely sad making. Neptune liked... to be complimented, an obvious fact. "I guess 'pretty' would be better."

She was cute after all. Not that... it... mattered to him.

...shuuut up.

He stopped leaning; she just kept getting closer anyway, so it wasn't like it would do any particular good. 'sides, it felt better to sit up straight and not be all bended and stuff. And her proximity wasn't so bothersome anymore, for the most part. Adjusting, adjusting.

If only she'd stop saying such insane things, he'd already be adjusted to his 'girlfriend'.

"I don't-" sigh. "It's possible he is."

Doubtful, but... possible. He bit his tongue as she chided the boy for... fanboying, trying not to laugh. It was CUTE, OKAY? IT WAS CUTE.

Art laughed, same ol' Chaucer."It has been a few hasn't it?" he smiled. He loves to formally exaggerate doesn't he?

"My train ride was excellent, until I was attacked by Blake anyway." Art mused. " That was fun in itself though, almost. I didn't get to see as much of Shana because of it , but still amusing. I got to sit with Rhea for awhile too." Art grinned. Ah, so many girls, so little time.

Wait.....foam? Foam? Wow, a scuffle with foam... Art grinned at his last comment. "A scuffle with foam Chauce? Oh, dear old boy. How did we manage that?" Art choked back a chuckle. I want to hear this.

That explained why the girl was so forward: a Scorpio. He was going to comment once more, as he often scouted for reasons to hold a conversation, but saw that this may not be the best course of action. He instead noted silently the other two who were with Severia and contemplated the interaction as though witnessing some scientific scene play out. It was important to see how exactly people generally interacted in this new area.

I doubt I've ever seen a more genuinely peeved boy than that. What character! Chaucer thought, glancing at the gloomy youth beside Severia.

" I was TRYING to read my book, keep myself occupied, tidy and quiet. No need to make a bother when one is in such a tight little area, I digress." Chaucer jumped at the chance to talk about his escapades. "Then something happened and I mentioned a bag of ear plugs I had and well... Kellen just became battle hungry and hurled the things at my fragile person! I nobley declined, but he was insistant and soon the entire compartment was in an uproar! It was taken out into the hallway, you know, oh my! The mess! I was able to dodge most of the foam bullets by ah! I was taken out prematurely by a rogue trunk which hit my leg." It seemed that tea was in order for such a tale and Chaucer felt a little irritated that he so quickly wasted the entire adventure.

Cedric glanced around and gazed at each houses table in perusal. What he notice was this: other tables, Ravenclaw and Gryffindor house tables in particular has visitors.. or invaders. So does the Hufflepuff house table but why was that the Slytherin house table has none! Well, that was gonna change 'cause he gotta go at the snake's table to visit some of his friends he has really missed.

As he reached the said table, he's seen Reese who was looking sad and ridiculously melancholic; She seemed feeling blue. Cedric, wearing his smug smile, headed to Reese directly. He missed her so much! So there's no way that he would let the chance of talking to her would exceed away from him.

He coolly sat down beside Rees, smiling confidently and sweetly. "Reese! How have you been? I've been missing you!" exclaimed Cedric with so much enthusiasm to his friend then he hugged her for some quality seconds. He has a lot of things to tell her and he was quite sure that Reese have a lot of things to tell him as well. It was so nice to see his friend again.

"So Avie, aren't you excited? You don't look excited. Do you need a hug?" For some reason, Severia loved to pester Avada. Making him angry was fun, but quite dangerous. She'd seen far too many times what happened when he got angry.

Avada didn't reply.He knew that Severia knew that he didn't like being called that,especially since the origin of his name was nothing to joke about.

Art couldn't help himself and chuckled. That is hilarious! OMG Chaucer! I love hanging around you, too funny. Suppressing his laughter he smiled at Chaucer.

"That certainley sounds like Kellen." he chuckled. "What an awful time for you, dear boy."

So funny. Art sipped at his goblet of pumpkin juice.

"What book were you attempting to read before Kellen ruthlessly attacked you with......earplugs?" he grinned like a cheshire cat. I wanna laugh so bad! I love how crazy he gets with his stories.

Art liked to encourage Chaucer , because he was extremely amused by him. Wait until Blake and Lavi meet him. Oh that will be so much fun!

"Don't ignore me little brother!" Severia said quite loudly. "Fine. I won't call you that anymore Avada. I just don't want to say your name then sneeze and accidently kill anyone." Severia laughed. Seeing that Avada wasn't laughing, she became somewhat serious again. "It could happen."

Avada was getting quite annoyed with Severia's attempt to turn him into a socialite, so he decided to seek outside assistance. "Excuse me, my good man, would you mind terribly distracting my dear sister so that I can seeth in peace?"

Then he turned back to Severia and said, "First of all, I'm older than you. Second, that's highly unlikely. And third, I don't very much like the idea of having friends, so please stop trying to force me make some."

"Fine, Avada have it your way. But when you get lonely and want someone to talk to, don't bother me!" Severia was getting used to the arguments she has daily with her adopted brother. She wondered how their life would be if they actually got along.

Marvy, but the girl was touch loud! And yet she called the maudlin youth 'Avada'? Well, if that didn't sound familiar...

Well he was a right rocket, wasn't he? No desire to make friends, aloof, angry and polite to myself, which is all I could ask for. Chaucer allowed a faint smile to pass over him; there weren't people like that in his old academy for everyone was far too busy in making their 'connections' to even entertain for a second the idea of solitude.
"Maybe Severia, if I'm not being bold - though I suspect I am - it would be better to let him fester. Wait no - poor choice of words ah... let him remain in himself. It's good to contemplate on one's own life you know and all the better to do so when one's alone. I've never been alone as a child and now look at me! As shallow as a puddle I daresay, and not an ounce of shame where there should be!" He became quiet. It might have been overstepping some sort of social boundary to interfere, despite Avada's requests to do so.
Chaucer returned his full attention, or at least as full as was possible, to Art. What was it he asked? Which book? At least Art can appreciate some finer literature. He appears to be quite familar with muggle culture in any event, and that alone takes care of half my explanations.
" 'The Book of the Courtier', it's like my own little scripture. I reference it for almost everything, but of course there are things that I on principal cannot agree with. For instance, the issue of courtly love - though terribly romantic in theory - in practical use is as stale as working in a factory. Honestly, the set-in-stone formula for every rendezvous is mind-numbing; even the tragedy of pining unrequited for a lady's love was predetermined!" With an irritated flip of his hair, Chaucer spotted the jug of pumpkin juice and attempted to non-chalantly pour a goblet-full. He was perfectly parched! "You know, I still hold that someday powdered hair will return. Lords know, everything else has!"

Severia reluctantly turned from Avada to address Chaucer. He was much more interesting anyway. "Well, if I might say so, I don't find one being shallow as much of a fault. One must think highly of onesself if anyone else is to do the same."

"Oh! So you do understand, that's a relief! Yes, the one bright side about living a life on the shore rather than at the bottom of the sea is that there are so few things to distract one. It is much easier to get to know the whole of someone like myself than others who may harbor qualities contrary to those they exhibit. It's true! It makes friendship difficult at best, tedious at worst!" Chaucer sipped as elegantly as he could from the goblet and shut his eyes, trying to grab the flavour of the juice. It was his practice for when he eventually was of legal age to drink wine, as it seemed clear (to himself) that he would become a renowned conoisseur. "Art is quite the comrade, you know? We're quite tight and just met - that's the beauty of our kind!"

Shallow as a puddle.....interesting way to describe yourself.

"One of perhaps the most important pieces of literature created during the Renaissance." Art nodded. "II Cortegiano, written by Baldassare Castiglione, circulated in 1528." he noted. "Yes an interesting read for certain, I would never be able to adhere to it." Art chuckled.

"No archaic rules for love here friend, I am more akin to 'Modern Love' by David Bowie." he grinned.

Powdered hair? Gross I pray not. Art was thoroughly disgusted by the idea. "Yes was is old becomes new again, but I pray that 'powdered wigs' never do." Art nearly shuddered. All that he could think of at the mention of them was insects , not the fun kind either.

"That's wonderful. I've met quite a few people since I've been here and no one really understands me. I suppose I scare some people off with my blunt honesty. Or perhaps I should be a bit more reserved?" She said the last part more to herself than to anyone else as she reached for a goblet of pumpkin juice.

To say Chaucer was impressed was an understatment; he was completely flabbergasted that he knew that much about his book! A feeling completely foreign to him took hold in his head for the briefest moment, before fleeing into some forgotten recess: inferiority. Disliked powdered wigs? Yes, he supposed that was something best kept inside. Just as the Victorian bustle, powdered hair was something perhaps that humankind simply never truly accepted for even in their own time periods they were scoffed relentlessly! Fashion must be a masochist...
That aside, Art was truly knowledgeable and this was an asset. He had to agree, despite the implications, that 'Modern Love' was definately superior to the older traditions he insisted on putting himself through.

Appearences, appearences.

"Art, you never fail to surprise me!" Chaucer gave a hearty laugh before he took the goblet up once more. As much as he wanted to complain, the juice was far better than what he was used to.

"Now let's not be rash! Sometimes its a treat to know someone without a poker face, which can get quite irritating, and boldness is considered a compliment by gourmets who insist upon this quality in their better sauces. Where was I going... Ah, what I mean is your forward personality is obviously a good thing as it is unique to yourself, yes?" Chaucer found himself fiddling with a fork - he was quite hungry, but the conversation was still ripe! "I would be distraught if you suddenly became a wallflower for the sake of it! What a way to be forgotten by history - why live if not to be remembered? Or is that too presumptious... you may forget that last bit as I haven't decided whether it was actually good or not."

Natasha looked around the Slytherin table, having no one in particular to talk to, and she was getting a bit bored. Surely there was one familiar person around here. Just one? But no, no one she recognized. Waiiit, there was someone who was a tiny bit familiar. She had met him in Diagon Alley - Art.

"Hey!" She waved to him with a grin.

"You must remember, dear Art, that the powdered wig was a sign of nobility. It occurs to me that I have neglected to introduce myself. My name is Severia Gaunt."

FUUUUUUUUUD!FUUUUUUD!! There was going to be FOOD, who cares about the speech.
Dodging the sea of students as he happily strode towards the Slytherin table, Blake's gaze wandered over to the Gryffindor table and he frowned slightly. Where was Juicy Lucy? He hadn't seen her after they met for a quick chat at the Food Trolley. Shrugging, he set down and placed a long stack of transparent lunch boxes on the table. These boxes had two cupcakes each, made by Blake's mother for his friends to enjoy. Yo, they're like really pretty and yummy but he had already eaten his. Meh. Peering inside the box, he licked his lips and wished for the feast to begin soon or he'd lose control and nomnom all of these beauties.

"I'll decide for you. It was quite good. I would hate to be on my death bed thinking to myself that no one will remember me because I changed who I was to fit in. I would much rather be different and remembered!" Severia was begining to enjoy herself. Finally someone to talk to that wasn't a boy obsessed with dueling or a boy crazy girl.

Say now, here was one who got the big picture. Delightful! "Agreed, agreed! It would be a shame, clear and simple. It's good to hear another voice proclaim it, though my own is perfectly suitable, there is at least some reassurance that my philosophy isn't a total fantasy." Good company, good drink; this was how he pictured school as a tot when he saw his first period drama. The French intellectuals gathered in their cafes, talking of all sorts of grand ideas without acting upon them. It was all Chaucer had aspired to, since his parents' ideals were about as common as the pavement on the streets.

"Surprise you Chaucer? For what my friend?" Art smiled. Art knew that he was very intelligent, he happened to be quite the bibliophile himself though women were always more interesting. He enjoyed Chaucers company , if not only because Chaucer understood books.............and because he was really funny. If not for his ambition and mischievousness, Art would likely have been a Ravenclaw.

"You obviously have your usual good taste, when it comes to books, what are your thoughts on Shakespeare?" Art asked curiously. Shakespeare being his favorite author, he was curious as to what Chaucer would have to say about him.

Arts head immediately picked up when he heard a familiar voice. It was that adorable third year Slytherin that he had met in Diagon Alley. He had been to Eelops with her and looked at all the adorable owls. Hers was so cute, as cute as she was. Well....almost as cute anyway. Awwww Nattie ! I wanna hug Nattie.

"Hey Nattie!" Art beamed at her. "Hey there is room right here sweets. Want to come sit with me?" He patted the empty space beside him. Aww come sit with me Nattie. I am so glad that she is in my house. Yaay for Slytherin!

Turning to give a quick glance to the young girl that addressed him he smiled politely. "Ah, yes it was in Europe at the time. I am afraid that I never found a particular fondness for that exact symbol, interesting as it looks. Perhaps it is because my culture never went through that particular trend though." Art responded with a smile.

"It is a pleasure to meet you Severia, I am Art Koizumi." he inclined his head politely.

Hm, what could he say about Shakespeare that would present an interesting view? For a long while, Chaucer had held a strange affinity for 'Twelfth Night' but that soon changed when, two years ago, he partook in a staged version for his dramatic arts group. The fact that he was cast as Viola wasn't the cutting part, but rather that those unfamiliar with him felt that Viola in drag wasn't convincingly masculine enough. Since then, the lad placed a wall between himself and the book.
" 'Othello' is probably one of my favourites, though the character Iago is really what drew me in. Simply evil for the sake of things, can you imagien such a creature? To know someone so sly?" He wondered to himself if the great Salazar wasn't similar.



It never failed to intrigue Chaucer with the forwardness he exhibited that simply dripped with a sort of chivalry most men had long since abandoned. Despite his obvious experience for one the same age as himself, there was a certain reluctance within - as though to pay too close attention to Art may damage some fragile part of his childhood. But perhaps that was a silly notion.

"If you don't mind me asking, why did you leave your school for extraordinarily handsome gentlemen for Hogwarts?" Severia asked. But, wait, that wasn't the name of his former school. Though it might as well have been.

Last post for tonight, ladies.
 

"Well I had to leave since some silly ponce decided to do away with the whole insitution via a pathetic inferno. You know, I feel as though the teachers could have saved it, but chose not to. I never really put much thought into it I suppose - don't look a gift horse and all that rot." Chaucer gave a little sniffle before continuing. "A prefect I knew very well, though why he was so darned impressionable I'll never know, decided that 'twere better the school burn than left to stand after he failed his NEWTS. Wasn't handsome enough to get into that modelling job I mentioned in passing. Surprised he hasn't sent me a howler yet." There was no more juice in the goblet, but it seemed like a good point to take a sip anyway, so sip Chaucer did. He never did like that old School for Extraordinarily Handsome Gentlemen... but wait, was that the name? Well, it might as well have been he thought lazily.

"Well, I suppose that's as good as any reason to forsake an establishment." Severia said as she watched Chaucer take a sip from his goblet. "But I'm afraid I must disagree with you for the first time since we've met." A nice pause for dramatic effect seemed appropriate. That should suffice. "Iago had his reasons for being evil. In Othello." She said with a smirk. She understood evil far to well for a girl of only eleven. But how could she not, with the family she came from.

BAM!
Destiny was here! And about time too. She almost missed the pie Headmasters speech. Not that she cared what he had to say, it was KaziMan after all. No, that man wasn't Kazi..and that other dude was new, and that lady was new..and..and..the pie wasn't served yet..such a sad day.

She stalked her way over to the Slytherin table, she has been practicing that walk to intimidate the new first years and maybe a few Hufflepuffs as well, annnnd maybe a certain Professor..who will bake her a pie, no matter what it took. She narrowed her eyes at the man known as Lawson, she didn't care if he saw her or not. It was just the point that they were narrowed at him, and as long as she known she done it, she was happy.

The table was crowded. It was hard to find who she was looking for.

She saluted everyone she passed,

'Firstie.'

'Firstie.'

'Firstie.'

'Marie.'

'Evelyn. Evelyn!' She was so busy saluting them all that she almost walked right by her best friend! Taking a seat right across from her, Destiny looked up at the staff table, 'Who is that guy? And that other guy? And that woman?' But most importantly, 'When they serving food?'

Hehe, fourth year.
 

Smiling brightly, any bored mood of hers instantly evaporating, Natasha got up from where she was sitting, and took a seat beside Art. "How are you? I haven't seen you since Diagon Alley."

Emily walked along the table until she found some other first years. She heard Allisons name being called and turned briefly to watch her be sorted into Ravenclaw, then she turned to the first year girls. Gesturing to the empty seat beside them she said "Hi, can i sit here?"

Oops. lol.
 

Art beamed as Natasha smiled at him, he just adored the girl. She got up from where she was sitting , came over, and sat beside him. Aww, Nattie ! Huggggg!!!!!!, NO. Art behave yourself. No huggies at the table............unless she wants one, of course.

"I doing very well, thank you for asking dove." he smiled warmly. So polite too. What is it about her that just makes me want to hug her?

"I know, it has been awhile, I missed you." he said honestly. He really did want to see her more often. He liked being around her, it just put him in a good mood immediately. "How have you been Nattie?" he smiled sweetly.

Natasha smiled back at Art. He always spoke very politely, it was nice. She felt her cheeks getting hot again. Gah! She hated that happening whenever he was around. He did call her dove, though. It wasn't as if she minded it, she didn't, at all. It was sweet. But she couldn't help her face getting hot, and that she did mind.

"I missed you, too. But now we're at Hogwarts, so we can so more of each other." She had not taken to someone so quickly before, apart from her cousin, but that was different. Her eyes sparked up suddenly. "Oh, Art! You should meet me in the common room tomorrow, if you want." Nat said happily. "I want to show you my cat, Candela."

Staring at Josh being...a little too cozy with the Gryffindor girls for her liking, she shook her head, hearing her name being called but not really acknowledging who said it. Evelyn did kinda have to at some point though, since that person was sitting right in her line of Gryffindor girl hating view...

Destiny? "Where...have you...been?!" she hissed at her friend, leaning over the table slightly. "I've been sitting here with whoever these firsties are, listening to them go on about powdered wigs or, whatever the heck they were talking about." Taking a deep breathe, she shook her head and raised her hands up, not even waiting for an answer. There was probably a good reason her friend made her wait...five or ten minutes...for her to get here.

Looking up to the staff table, she shrugged and propped up her head on the palm of her hands. "I don't know. Young, young, and younger? Look at that lady, it looks like she just came out of school herself." Okay, so maaaaaybee she was a in crabby mood from being hungry mixed in with a little jealousy if she were to admit it. Josh hadn't even spotted her yet!

" I am going to really take care of Kay" Rex told Marie. " I will never turn on her or you" Rex said to Marie. " Kay and you are both great people" Rex smiled at Marie. " Rex overheard those two Slytherin girls talking about firsties. " Marie, I talked to Jason, he told me he got along with those two girls Evelyn and Destiny but they were only in the first term " Rex explained to Marie. " They are not that old to be talking about firsties. " Evelyn, we will have to dance" Rex called out to her before he left to go and sit wiyh his girlfriend.

Where was Destiny? Ahh right. 'Wellll, I was outside.' Why did she always have to lose her pets? 'Inspector ran off. He ran to eat grass.' Because that is what Inspector Sly Moustache did, he ate grass. 'Powered wigs?' Who was talking about powered wigs? She stared down at the other end of the table to find whoever was talking about them. She wanted in on this conversation.

Destiny couldn't find them. The powdered wig discussion must have been over. Aww, she wanted to talk about them too! But they had other things to talk about besides powered wigs right now. Destiny turned back to the staff table, and spotted a red headed professor who was not Bunz. Unless it was her and she did something different to her face, but she highly doubted that. 'That guy is sitting in the Headmasters chair. KaziMan won't like that.' You know, since he was the headmaster and all..

Destiny thought she heard the croak of a toad.. What was he doing here? And if he was trying to be quiet talking about them, he was doing a poor job at it. Destiny stared in disbelief when he was standing like right next to them. 'We weren't talking about firsties, you git. Maybe you should clean your ears.' Maybe he missed the whole saluting she did to the firsties. But then she remembered the train, 'What are you doing over here anyway? Talking to slimeball Slytherins at that?' And Evelyn better not dance with him! 'Yeah you better leave!' she called out to him as he left. They could use magic now..right?

Daniel walked across the hall towards the Slytherin House Table. He moved towards the place where Raven is and pat her on the shoulder. "Hey, Rae. How was the feast?" he said as he look around the other Slytherin and smiled at them.

gasp...Destiny...being mean? *proud smile*
 

"So...what, is he just going to have a grass diet now?" she chuckled, thinking of Sly eating the flitterbloom on the train, which gave her an idea. "Hey, you know, if you ever get angry at Bunz, you could set Sly in on her greenhouses. She's still teaching right?" she was just about to look up to the staff table when...aw. Gryffindork.

What?! Dance with him? And get all his weirdo slimeball calling Gryffie germs on her? Pfft...No way! The only Gryffindor she would dance with was Josh...who still hasn't noticed her yet.

Though Destiny did beat her to the yelling, and she had a point. Why was he over here near the, apparently, 'dumb and slimeball' Slytherins? She would have enjoyed his visit though if the entire table knew of what he said. Maybe they should spread the word? "There is no way I'm coming anywhere near you, much less dance with you." she mumbled and smirked. Not even if given the latest broom plus got to personally meet Kizzie Ainsley and Kip Norwood again. Okay, well maybe if that actually happened...

Raising a brow at her friend after Rex left, she stared for about a minute, just wondering where in the world first year Destiny went and when second year Destiny came. There was definitely a huge difference between the two, and Evelyn had to admit, second year Destiny was way better. "So is Sly okay? Isn't turning green or anything is he from eating all that grass?"

Raven looked up when she felt something touch her shoulder then immediately smiled when she saw who it was. "Well, it's pretty boring so far hun; I mean, I'm kinda just sitting here listening to everyone else socialize." she said with a slight shrug as she slid over and patted the place on the bench beside her.

Daniel laughed a little and sat besides Raven. He held her hand and squeezed it a littler. He then released her to avoid being caught by the prefects. He then whispered to her. "So, will you introduce me to your friends?" he said looking at the Slytherin fellow.

Raven blushed a little bit when Daniel held her hand, she was finding it hard to deal with the PDA rules but she didn't want to lose Slytherin points this term. "I will, once they show up; most of my friends still haven't arrived to the feast yet so it's definitely frustrating." she replied, while scanning the other house tables.

Rex gave Destiny a dirty look. They probably did not kbow about that certain Gryffindor girl. Rex laughed. He did a two step.

Rex gave Evelyn a dirty look. Then he gave her a sweet smile. " Oh you did not tell Destiny" Rex told Evelyn. Then he dances away from the table. Rex knows about this Gryffindor girl and this is going to be fun.

"Maybe they are stuck with the carriage.' said Daniel giggling. He looked up at the Staff Table. "Have you noticed the shuffling of the professors?' he asked Raven.

"I wouldn't be surprised actually, considering I've got friends in each of the houses." Raven chuckled a bit at Daniel's comment then smirked again as she noticed Andi sitting at the Gryffindor table, she hadn't seen her friend since their vacation over the summer which was interesting to say the least. "Yes I have, I mean, it's definitely interesting to see who they got to replace the people who were fired last term."

Elisabeta smiled at Vick and said "Everything is going fine Vick, how are things with you?"

He better watch who he's glaring at. No one glared at her best friend like that, or herself for that matter. And...okay, mood swings much? Glaring to smiling. She did not tell Destiny what? What? What didn't she tell her?!

Frowning, she watched the Gryffindor dance *rolls eyes* his way back to his table, having every possible memory flying through her head. What didn't she tell Destiny?! GAH! Oh...was he just messing with her? Pfft...better not be...

*bows* thank you, thank you!
 

'Eh, he eats everything.' And when Destiny says everything, she means everything. The cat never seemed to get full, he was always just hungry. If he wasn't sleeping he was eating. What do you expet? Him is a growing wittle kittie!! Destiny would have laughed at Evelyn comment about Bunz and Sly, but the Gryffindork didn't seem to get the hint that he was not welcome here.

Resisting the urge to stand on the table and tell her Slytherin posse what this boy thought of them, Destiny took a deep breath. She was losing patience with him. She had no idea what was happening to her this term but she sorta liked it. Yes, being in Slytherin was fun and quite frankly the best house ever! *glares at whoever thinks otherwise.*

What was that? A dirty look? Destiny turned so she was face to face with this boy. He just comes to Hogwarts and thinks he can rule the school? No way. That was Destiny's job, and Evelyn's of course. What was he talking about? Evelyn knew something and she didn't tell her? Or was this boy just trying to scare her. 'I'll have you know that your dirty look does not scare me.' Because if that was what he was doing, he totally failed at it. His normal face was more scary. 'Oh, and your dance is stupid.'

Buuuuurn.

Now that the Gryffindor weirdo was gone, Destiny and Evelyn could finish whatever they were talking about. What were they talking about? Right, Sly. Destiny fixed herself on the seat so she was facing Evelyn again. 'No. He isn't green.' Which would be totally cool! 'Hey! You can change him that color!' Yep, just act like nothing happened with that boy..

"Well, he is a boy." she said, smiling a little. A cute little boy kitten. Yesh he wassss...

Wow, Destiny was really angry. Even Evelyn wouldn't cross the Slytherin girl at the moment. Oh yes, this year was going to be amazing. Smirking, she stared at Rex as her friend spoke, enjoying the little show. Though at the words 'your dance is stupid', she couldn't take it and burst out laughing. She had to agree about his dance, and just the thought made her laugh even harder.

After a few moments, she calmed down, taking a sip of water and wiping away the tears, Evelyn nodded and looked back up to Destiny. "I applaud you my Slytherin friend. You certainly have changed over the summer. Maybe you should stay at your grandmother's house more often. As far as the changing colors go, I don't think the spell works on animals or any really living thing for that matter. I tried to change Tiki green, but it didn't work. And I know I didn't do the spell wrong." That definitely was a frustrating day, and she had 'borrowed' her father's wand to do it too. Oh boy did she get into trouble...

after she was sorted, Nella walked to her house table, she wasn't surprised that she was a Slytherin after all, all her family was in Slytherin, she sat at the far end. looking miserable more than ever, she was asking herself, do i really belong to this school, why am i here? a single tear escaped her, but she tried to look happy, she thought, i should be happy, this is what i wanted all my life. and she looked at the table, she noticed that she's not the only one who's lonely and hoped she'll have friends soon.

Thalia!
 

Parker had only one complaint about his last name. Since it began with a Y, he was always the last at everything, including the house sorting. The hat itched his head, how old was that thing exactly? Hogwarts was not up to date with this sorting. There was plenty of other, non-itchy ways to be sorted into a house.

Parker proudly walked ti his house, the house he knew he would be sorted into, Slytherin. He would have to rub that into Thalia's face once he found her. As he walked, he scanned the Ravenclaw table, no sign of her. He was sure she was sorted already, and Parker was not paying attention to where she went. He moved his eyes to the Gryffindors and she wasn't there either. He smirked as he scanned the Hufflepuff's, she had to be there. There was no way she was a Slytherin. She wasn't anywhere to be seen, and Parker was confused. Where could she have ran off too? Maybe she was crying somewhere over the house she is in. He mentally laughed at her.

He gave up looking. He didn't want to deal with her anyway, he finished his walk and sat down in an empty seat surrounded by other first years. Maybe he would meet someone normal and not psychotic like Thalia. Now he just needed someone to talk too. Maybe that girl that looked sad, and she looked quite a bit like Thalia. He scooted himself closer to the girl, but stopped. That was Thalia. But what is she doing here? "Thalia?" he questioned, she unbelieving. "Shouldn't you be sitting with the other Hufflepuffs. I don't think they like when people sit at other tables." he smirked.

Did Evelyn mean all boys eat everything, or just boy cats? If it was all boys, that could explain why her brothers were so..weird. They ate everything! 'He likes pie, too.' That wasn't good. He would always get up in Destiny's pie..and she did not like to share that.

It was funny. It would have been funnier if he fell on his face, but Destiny wasn't having any luck today. 'So my change is a good thing?' She was starting to notice this 'change' too. 'It's just him!' She turned to the table he was at and pointed, and what was he doing? Was he--'My eyes! They are burning!' No matter how much her eyes burned, she just couldn't look away. Ewww! She had to look away..'Did you see that?' she asked still pointng, but at least she wasn't looking anymore. 'He was feeding her. Rex was feeding Kay!' That had to be the grossest thing she had ever seen..Fine it was the second grossest thing. The first had to do with her grandmother on a hot summer day. *Shiver*

They just needed to move on with their conversation about Sly. Lowering her arm, so she was no longer pointing at the grossness that was Kay and Rex, Destiny frowned. 'No green kitty?' Well that would have been fun. He could've been Slytherin Sly Moustache. She would secretly call him that.

Hmm, well then, Sly and Destiny went perfectly with each other. They both liked pie. Though what was the big deal about pie, Evelyn had no clue. "Yes, a good thing." A very good thing. She was getting slightly worried last year since Destiny seemed too...nice, even though the girl agreed with her on most things, but now... Now it was like another Evelyn she befriended. Though not all weird with this voice thing in her head. Where was that voice anyway...

Startled by the sudden outburst, Evelyn stared wide eyed at Destiny, trying to figure out what made her eyes start to burn. "What? Are you alright?!" Half standing up, she poured some water into an empty goblet that was next to her and was about to hand it over to her friend when she said something about Rex and Kay...feeding each other? knitting her eye brows together, she looked over to the Hufflepuff table, and sure enough...that was gross. Making a gagging sound, she sat back down and placed the goblet of water on the table, shaking her head at the two 'lovebirds'.

Taking a deep breathe, she smiled slightly at Destiny and shrugged her shoulders. "Nope. No green kitty. Unless you give him an outfit or something." The collar was pretty green too now that she thought about it. Was he still wearing it?

Rubbing her face, Evelyn pushed her dark hair away from her eyes and sighed. She was actually getting pretty tired and she couldn't wait to get back to the Slytherin common room in the dungeons. A nice cozy bed awaited her! Another small smile appeared on her lips as she thought of that, and she looked around, just seeing who else was at the table.

One girl did stand out in particular. She looked pretty lonely, and even though she looked happy, the sadness underneath that emotion was showing more than the girl thought. 'Of course she's sad. She's crying!' Well yea, it was pretty obvious, and she was sitting close by which made it easier as well. Maybe...they could be 'friends'? Heck, she was in a good mood right now. "Hey...You." she said, not knowing the girl's name as of yet. "Why don't you come sit with us." Gesturing to herself and to Destiny, Evelyn tried to look as kind as possible. Don't want to scare her away or anything...

And for everyone. ^_^
 

Evan could finally find his way away from Beaumont and reach the Great Hall with HIS chocolate, and totally fit body. Stupid Beaumont. She had just said he was flabby. What. A. Lie. He was sure she said it because she was jealous, and wanted HIS chocolate. He was holding it as if some crazy robber was behind him, and wanted his chocolate pile. He dropped some, and immediately grabbed it before it hit the ground. See? See? He had also good reflexes. Liar Beaumont. How he wished she would see him now? With his abilities so obvious? Though he didn't care. He knew he was perfect, and that was enough.

Before sitting to somewhere, he looked for a familiar face at the table as he walked towards it. He spotted Marie with some people he didn't know. With a smile again, he made his way towards them. "Heyy." he said the people around, and sat next to Marie. "Is the issue at the train solved?" That was a issue she was trying to solve between her friends, right? He dropped the big pile of chocolate in front of him. "Take your pick." he said to no one particular. It contained every kind of chocolate. He grabbed one for himself, then halted. The food must be delicious now. He eyed the half-opened paper of chocolate, and then glanced at his belly. With a sudden movement, he wrapped it again. He was not flabby, and would never be. Clearing his throat as if he just hadn't cared for his fitness, he asked to Marie "Has the headmaster talked?"

"Hey Evan!" Nicoletta called. She waved him over to where she was sitting.

Thalia really felt like banging her head against the table now. Here was Parker sitting next to her and asking her if she was suppose to be at another table. Yes. Yes she was suppose to be at another table. NOT SLYTHERIN! She put her arm on the table and her chin was on her hand. Thalia looked at the arrogant boy next to her and really didn't care as much. She was in too much of a depressing mood to reply back in a smart way. "I wish," she muttered. "I really do Parker. But here I am. In the awful stupid house that I have to spend my next six years at Hogwarts," she said in a tone of misery. She was no longer that hyper little girl on the train. "Ughhhh....," she sighed and put her head at the edge of the table looking down at her feet, which were half hidden by her robes.

Alexandraaa :) Sorry for the lateness.
 

Iris walked into the Great Hall alone, having lost Aaron, Satine, Lucia and Wesley on the way in. There were too many students, if you asked her. She walked through the hall slowly, looking rather meerkat-like, searching for at least one of her friends. She couldn't find anyof them. Then she saw a familiar blonde boy, sat near the Prefect ... What was his name again? Never mind, and some other girl. He looked pretty uncomfortable around them. HA! Cartwright, uncomfortable. That's just made my day.

Then 'Cartwright' turned round. Whoa ... That is not Cartwright. Wow. It's ... It's ... He's cuter than Cartwright.

What are you saying?!
What? I'm not allowed to say some one is nice looking?
What about Aaron?
What about him? We're not technically going out.
Sure your not.
We aren't! Neither him, nor me, have ever asked the other out.
Still, don't go having those thoughts.
Why not? They aren't hurting anyone.
Yet.

Seeing as though none of her friends were around yet, she made her way over to the boy... He was new, but he looked too old to be a first year. Iris smiled at him as she sat opposite him. For a moment, she forgot that she was wearing make up, and she forgot that Cartwright thought she was going out with Aaron; this guy's eyes were amazing. "Hi there, I'm Iris." She said simply, with a small smile.

Evan, Vicky, Oliver
 

Marie was sitting there talking to Vicky and Oliver when she heard a familiar voice. Looking up she was happy to see it was Evan. "Hey Evan, I was beginning to think you weren't coming. I'm glad you did though." 'Oh yeah, that nasty issue on the train' she thought when Evan asked her if it had been resolved. "Well I guess the problem is sort of resolved." Marie wanted to tell Evan the whole story but now wasn't the time, she would wait until later to tell him what had really happened on the train.
Realizing that Evan probably didn't know Vicky and Oliver since they were new to the school she said. "Hey guys, this is Evan, a friend of mine. Evan this is Vicky and Oliver, they are both new here this term."
'Ooohhh, chocolate frogs' Marie thought as she looked at all the chocolate Evan put on the table. "Thanks, but I loaded up on my chocolate supply too when we were on the train. I think I will have enough to last a few days." Marie watched Evan put the wrapper back on the chocolate he had started to unwrap. "Something wrong with your chocolate?" 'Stupid question Marie, maybe he just decided he wants to eat real food first.' Marie felt her cheeks turn red as she realized how stupid her question sounded.
"The headmaster hasn't said anything to us yet. He's talked to the prefects that have went up to the table but that's it. At least I think he's the headmaster." Looking up at the staff table Marie did not see Kazi sitting in the headmaster chair, instead there was some stranger sitting there. Looking along the whole staff table she didn't see Kazi sitting anywhere. "Hey, you think Kazi got booted out of here? Or maybe he quit when he didn't get the headmaster job." Marie's life would be so much easier if Kazi was not teaching this term, especially if he wasn't teaching potions. Thinking about that first time she met Evan and what a fool she made of herself with the love potion she could feel her cheeks turning red again. 'Okay, so maybe that class wasn't so bad, I did make a new friend that day' she thuoght as she played with the fork laying there next to her plate.

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Walking away from the sorting hat and towards the Greenie Table, as Lavi liked to call it. He sat down on the bench and looked at his fellow students. He noticed a few that he knew but they were all talking to others so he just let them talk. His eyes looked towards the front of the Great Hall and looked at the Professors. He wondered who would teach what subject and he leaned his elbow on the table, resting his head on it. He turned around and he suddenly noticed that he was tired and hungry. He wondered where he would be sleeping. He had heard something about a tower...or was that an other house? Lavi couldn't remember but it didn't matter, he would soon find out.

Violet looked around for anyone she knew then sawher sorta friend Evan so went to a seat next to him "Hi" said said

Evan smiled brightly at Marie. He was glad he found her too. There was a possibility of sitting next to Beaumont and--oh no. Not Beaumont again! He eyed her for a moment as she sat somewhere far. Good. Now, he could eat his meal happily, without any guilty conscience of his body or stomach. She'd managed to ruin his day again. Buuut, he was with Marie, and he should listen to her. Nodnod. He smiled again. "I'm happy that it's resolved." There was no nastier thing in a school lie having bad relationships with your 'friends'. The image of hugging Beaumont and Devilson on Diagon Alley passed through his eyes. Shudder.

"Ohhai." he said to both Vicky and Oliver. Newbies. Perfect. He remembered his last year when he was new to school too. It was always exciting. Hopefully, they would like here too.

"Oh, um..." Nothing was wrong with the chocolate, it was Beaumont who was wrong! She had said he was flabby, and now he would eat less from the delicious food today, and no more chocolate! He still didn't think he was chubby, but it didn't matter. She had rooted her evil thoughts once, and he wouldn't be able to eat whatever he wanted anymore. Giving another look of pure hatred towards her, he said "Nothing. Just that I've eaten enough today either." He would never admit that he suspected him being fat. Uh-uh.

As Marie started to answer his question, he looked up at the professors' table. Some new faces... Many new faces, he counted three. And who was that on the headmaster's seat? Where was the previous one? He remembered Kazi talking about his leave. Something like going on indefinite holiday. Wonder if the new guy's good.

"I don't know... maybe he hasn't arrived yet." That kind of man didn't look like he would ever leave torturing teaching the students. Must have punishing a kid somewhere. Poor kid.

Then, as his eyes were still searching for Kazi, he saw Lavi walk to the table from the sorting. Why did he attented the sorting? Hadn't he already been sorted in Slytherin? He shrugged and waved at him to come and sit with them. That guy was awesome and cool.
Whoa, and there another familiar face. He turned to see half-veela Violet. He didn't want another Victoria incident, so his other hand's nails pressing to his palms to remind he was Evan Cartwright and not some random veela-fan-boy, he smiled. "Hi. How was your summer?" Remembering that day with Victoria again... Shiver. What an embarrassment.

"Are those cupcakes?" Sylvia sat down next to Blake at the Slytherin table, peering over the lids of the transparent boxes. She giggled as she looked over at Blake and gave him a side on hug. "BLAAAKE! I've missed you? I thought you had been abducted or something." Scary thought, but she had been distracted by other people to forget about that. "So, How've you been?"

Nicoletta observed the plates and silverware. She had never really taken a good look at them and quite honestly, they were pretty. They gave you an almost light floaty feeling in your stomach. She had noticed that last year. Now I'm going crazy. she thought. Really, silverware?!