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.