Originally Posted by BluePhyre

Originally Posted by Yaya

Annie tried not to hear the boy's comment. How can you break a boy's heart and tell him that you are not talking about him, but the paradise just standing outside the castle doors? "I wasn't really talking about you, but...if you say so..." Right, the boy was cute. Annie noticed it at a small glance she gave him. But he like, didn't look so pleased around the place.

"I was talking about the grounds, the lake...the whole Hogwarts itself. It's quite wonderful." Let's give it a cheer.

"And you are? Mr. Wonderful..?" Annie teased a bit.

Originally Posted by Vinegar Tom

Chaucer's dull grey eyes shot over to Severia and gave a wide stare as though she had just told him the Philosopher's Stone was in her pocket. The lad had a habit of sitting down and asking himself a thousand and one questions and becoming very bored during the actual answering aspect. As a result, anyone who offered an explanation to his thoughts was as good as a sage.
"Truly? Muggles have such bizarre imaginations - innovative and silly! And yes, the familiars... black animals are considered to be of the fey realm, aren't they? And also associated to witches? I wonder, I wonder..." He leaned back in his chair and stared up at the unusual ceiling. He was surprised at the enchantment and made a little surpised jump before resuming a contemplative position; finger tips touching and raised like a steeple.
"And there's always the link with the dead - marvy what a different notion! You had me entertained there, did you see?"



Chaucer raised a skeptical brow as he continued his stare into the hypnotizing ceiling. "The funny thing was, dear one, that I too looked for this monster. I had read Beowulf and was emboldened by his defeat of Grendel." He turned his serious stark features to Art, as though about to reveal a terrible secret. "And you know? I searched all through that closet - which was no easy feat mind, it does have all my clothing - and there was a dark box at the far end that I didn't recognize. I was tempted to simply fling the thing into a fire, but I wasn't allowed near a match at that age. That's responsible parenting!" He added this matter-of-factly before continuing.
"So I continued towards it... I carefully opened the lid. I tell you, my screams shamed the banshees that night. Turns out there was a bogle in my closet that my parents never knew about. I had a bit of bad luck on a farm as a tot, and it knew this; it formed a maniacal turkey." The hysterical gobbles of which still haunted him to this day. My heart races now to even think about it!

Originally Posted by Deniiz

Fourth? Nah. Why did everyone Evan met had to be older or younger? Was there no third year in this school except Devilmont?! "I'm third." he said in a little bit sad voice. It sucked to be third. He was stuck with Devilmont in the classes again. Hopefully there would be someone from other houses.

Wow. His parents would never let him stay at a friend's house. He thought. How was his summer... QWC. The end. "I went to Quidditch Cup." Nodnod. It was worth the money, but he would have had more fun in a FIFA World Cup. Anywho. He smiled to back up to Marie's comments about the school. It ruled. Hehe.

Originally Posted by Vick88

Vick laughed "You don´t have to worry Marie i can asure you it were nothing but good things. They made me want to come here in spite of being away from my friends" she said

"well"she smiled "A year of difference it´s not too much right?" "You went to Quidditch World Cup? that´s great i wanted to go but with everything that was going on you know the moving and that, i couldn´t" she said a bit sad "Guess i´ll have to wait for the next one"

Originally Posted by Crayola

Originally Posted by Vick88

"Well to make a long story short, i went to Bauxbatons back in Europe and my father worked for the goverment.. when he noticed some things were out of place he decided to look for a new job so he found one here in England so we move over and i changed schools just like that. I´ve heared loads of things about this school so i was pretty excited to come" she said, her mind lost in memories

Originally Posted by Yaya

Did he just snort at her comment about the grounds being absolutely beautiful and...Okay, she needed to rephrase something or do something. That boy had some weird and funny way to make Hogwarts an unbearable place to be at. And that, Annie was not going to let him do that.

"Umm, you underestimate this place, Mr. Wonderful or whatever your name is..." Surely not a way to introduce each other, but whatever...let's take this to whatever level of weirness is let. "We came here to learn, from whatever source we have, it doesn't have to be professors all the time, you know..." She referred to books, then practice.

"And germs are part of your everyday life, just relax..." She dealt with them everyday playing soccer.

Originally Posted by The1HBIC

"I agree with you Vicky, a year isn't that much of a difference. Although with us there is two years." Now Marie felt kind of sad, she didn't think she liked being the youngest anymore, she didn't want to end up being known as the little kid in the group.

Originally Posted by noodles

Originally Posted by TheDarkLady

"That's quite interesting. Turkeys are some frightful creatures. Tell me, Chaucer, what is your opinion on Hamlet? Different perspectives on his enternal demons always intrigue me." Severia was quite taken with the gentleman before her. He was so intelligent and well read. She saw no use in someone she could not learn something from.

Originally Posted by Crayola

Originally Posted by TheDarkLady

"Actually," Severia said butting back into the conversation, leaving her daydreams behind. "I can't help but wonder if the inspiration for the fairies that Shakespeare wrote about were nothing more than ordinary witches and wizards. Maybe he was beautifying what others saw as so horrible during that time period."

Originally Posted by Vinegar Tom

Chaucer's dull grey eyes shot over to Severia and gave a wide stare as though she had just told him the Philosopher's Stone was in her pocket. The lad had a habit of sitting down and asking himself a thousand and one questions and becoming very bored during the actual answering aspect. As a result, anyone who offered an explanation to his thoughts was as good as a sage.
"Truly? Muggles have such bizarre imaginations - innovative and silly! And yes, the familiars... black animals are considered to be of the fey realm, aren't they? And also associated to witches? I wonder, I wonder..." He leaned back in his chair and stared up at the unusual ceiling. He was surprised at the enchantment and made a little surpised jump before resuming a contemplative position; finger tips touching and raised like a steeple.
"And there's always the link with the dead - marvy what a different notion! You had me entertained there, did you see?"



Chaucer raised a skeptical brow as he continued his stare into the hypnotizing ceiling. "The funny thing was, dear one, that I too looked for this monster. I had read Beowulf and was emboldened by his defeat of Grendel." He turned his serious stark features to Art, as though about to reveal a terrible secret. "And you know? I searched all through that closet - which was no easy feat mind, it does have all my clothing - and there was a dark box at the far end that I didn't recognize. I was tempted to simply fling the thing into a fire, but I wasn't allowed near a match at that age. That's responsible parenting!" He added this matter-of-factly before continuing.
"So I continued towards it... I carefully opened the lid. I tell you, my screams shamed the banshees that night. Turns out there was a bogle in my closet that my parents never knew about. I had a bit of bad luck on a farm as a tot, and it knew this; it formed a maniacal turkey." The hysterical gobbles of which still haunted him to this day. My heart races now to even think about it!

Originally Posted by Lily Lupin

"Yes, a name is important." She agreed thoughtfully. "Oh, thank you! I was hoping someone might be able to help me out." Nattie said to him. "That's nice of you."

"Neither can I, really." Nattie said.

She laughed, happy. Though she knew without thinking about it, this year would be awesome. She would not have Tammy, but she would enjoy it, and she was going to love it. "Lets hope I can do the same for you, then."

Originally Posted by Vinegar Tom

This was a response that took a little time to conjure; internal demons, was it?
In actuality, it wasn't something he had put much thought into before as, with most things, he often took the story for face-value: Hamlet was visited by ghosts. But wait, was there something more to that? Chaucer stole a quick glance at Severia, who stared back expectantly. Alas! I feel as though I am in an inquisition! What will happen if I fail to respond with some enlightening perspective? A woman's wrath doth beat the rack, they say. And it was a good rhyme as long as one emphasized the 'rah'- sound and not the -- but no, he didn't have time to linger on such trivialities. Come now brain, formulate an opinion already or I shall be forced to strain you with advanced potion formulae later!
"Ahem - yes, I think that it is a sort of 'alpha male' sort of quarrel. Hamlet feels as though it was his right to follow after his father and ... well this inner desire took a physical form in his delusions. I believe his life of relative isolation as royalty led to his strange ... ah, supressed emotional state. His father was like a keystone that kept everything together for him and once it was pulled, the barricade simply toppled!"

Now that he had said it, Chaucer was inclined to believe it was quite a fine response and decided to treat himself with another goblet of juice.

Originally Posted by Yaya

This random boy Annie was talking too. He sounded as if he was at Hogwarts doing some condemnment, taking care of punishment. Annie didn't reply to the rest of he replied because it was impossible to make the chat a bit pleasant at least.

"I'm Anna and be pleased that I bear of your weird way to make this place unbearable, now I feel doomed..." She introduced herself and looked towards the windows, out for the grounds, resting her head against her hands.

Originally Posted by Crayola

Originally Posted by VRSCIKA

[B]"Beowulf is a good story. Did you read it in its original form? That is best by far."[/I] he noted.

Art watched intently as Chaucers face became serious. He is getting to the good part... Masses of clothing no, I didn't think Chaucer would have that. Art chuckled a little. At his add-on Art giggled,"But matches are fun, so is fire."

Poor Chaucer, he actually had a 'monster' in his closet. Whoa what? A turkey!? Are you pulling my leg? He is scared of turkeys!? Wonder what he does at Thanksgiving then. Art surpressed the desire to laugh histarically.

"So you actually had a turk....er 'monster' in your closet. Hmm, your mum jinxed you." he smiled. Turkey! No can't laugh he is really scared of turkeys..........Hahahahaha!!! Turkeys! No stop.

"I wish that I would have had one in my closet.....for some strange reason boggarts used to run from me as a child.....they would panick at the sight of me. I never understood that. Well I am sorry that you had a bad encounter, I can see why you would have....'screamed and shamed a banshee.'Art tried to say with a straight face.

Originally Posted by TheDarkLady

"Fantastic!" Severia said. "But enough of this. I feel like I'm in a muggle literature class! How are you liking Hogwarts so far?"

Originally Posted by DracikinsLuver4321

Originally Posted by Yaya

Anna stood up, looking back at Sebastian. "Nice to meet you, Sebastian..." She said, with quite a wide grin and cheered up a bit. After all, Sebastian was not going to doom her days around Hogwarts, not her years in there.

She looked around the Great Hall, towards the Staff table and all, "You see, I can't give up this place, it's been what I've dreamt of all my life, ever since I made dad's face turn purple and make him look like a blueberry," Nice memory it was, of her first magical moment. " and seriously, going for three years on homeschooling is boring enough to make this place look wonderful, even if I miss my Muggle life." She said, remembering something else, soccer.

"See you around, Mr. Wonderful..." Annie said, patting the boy's back and walking off the table, "...and do have a nice first night back at the castle" A meantful wish, really.

Originally Posted by RileyRivers

Hmm, it sounded to Parker that Thalia was upset. He tried to suppress his smirk, but it just came so naturally. "I'm sure you'll do fine here." Did that just come out of his mouth? He was being nice to this girl. The girl that beat him with that muggle book! The girl who hated muggles! "I mean.." he needed to think of something else to say, "It serves you right." There he was, the real Parker. "You shouldn't have hit me with the book." Because if she wasn't so mean, she wouldn't be sitting here, with him.

Oh Merlin. He now realized what this meant. This was not going to be fun. "This means.." he couldn't believe it. The thing he did not want to happen ever since he met this girl, just happened. "I'm going to be stuck..with you! For seven years!" He will owl his parents. Maybe he could transferred to Drumstrung.

Originally Posted by Vinegar Tom

"Oh no, I'm dreadful at old english. I understand some simpler words like cynig and scipe, but bah if I just don't have the patience to sort out all that grammar!" There were many languages Chaucer took a fancy to and then dropped on a whim. He wanted to learn French while he was reading about the Sun King and German when he heard stories about the eccentric Ludwig the second. Nothing ever stuck in his head however, for he changed interests far too quickly.

But wait now...

Bogles ran from him? Was it some sort of natural repellant? Chaucer thought briefly and chuckled to himself at the idea that perhaps Art had charateristics that happened to combine all the things bogles feared. But still, what a curious thing to want a bogle. "Wait, wait I see. It's like the story of the man who couldn't shiver! Well in a way... am I remembering it right? Well anyway, it ended with a fish going into someone's shirt." He waved his hand dismissively.



She was quick - Wilde always said it was important to shift topics of conversation. When a fruit is on a branch too long after all, it over ripens and is ruined; yet another stunning allegory. How I do love my craftiness! Chaucer stifled a self-satisfied grin. "You read my mind girl! I was about to declare 'clean cup, clean cup - move down!' myself, but I'm not sure whether that would have been appreciated." Chaucer knew that he wouldn't have appreciated it if someone else did it, but then he fancied himself better able to handle such eccentric behaviour. Or are references to Alice in Wonderland considered tacky these days?
Severia had asked him a question, hadn't she? How did he like Hogwarts? "Well it does fine by me in the looks department" though the place does look a lot like a mess hall at present... "but I can't very well give a good response. The faculty is the lifeblood of any insitution and I haven't met a one yet!"

Originally Posted by destinyjazzhands

Calm was written all over her face! Calmness and a dash of hunger that is. Oh well, the opening feast only happens once a year, might as well enjoy it. But she couldn't enjoy anything with with the freak boy standing so close to her. And soon he might be sitting with them, which was not going to be enjoyable. Maybe she could get Kazi to throw him out a window too..

Destiny waited for Evelyn to finish her sentence, becauseee? Because why? There would be no reason for him to sit there, unless she just wanted Kay angry. But she didn't really think Kay would come over, not after what happened on the train.

Glancing up at the staff table, Destiny wished she could hear what they were saying. It looked like Bunz was about to lunge at the new red-headed woman, poor new lady. She doesn't know what she is getting herself into trying to shake her hand. 'Can you hear what they are saying?' Or at least know who they are..

Her attention was taken away from the staff table as someone very close to her started to speak..



Destiny turned slowly to the girl that talked to her. She wasn't really in the mood to talk to someone new, buuut the girl looked like a firstie, which was perfect!

She put on a smile, 'Hello, Phyre.' Cool name. 'I'm Destiny and that is Evelyn.' she pointed in Evelyn's direction. 'You a first year?'

Originally Posted by DracikinsLuver4321

Originally Posted by Vinegar Tom

"Oh no, I'm dreadful at old english. I understand some simpler words like cynig and scipe, but bah if I just don't have the patience to sort out all that grammar!" There were many languages Chaucer took a fancy to and then dropped on a whim. He wanted to learn French while he was reading about the Sun King and German when he heard stories about the eccentric Ludwig the second. Nothing ever stuck in his head however, for he changed interests far too quickly.

But wait now...

Bogles ran from him? Was it some sort of natural repellant? Chaucer thought briefly and chuckled to himself at the idea that perhaps Art had charateristics that happened to combine all the things bogles feared. But still, what a curious thing to want a bogle. "Wait, wait I see. It's like the story of the man who couldn't shiver! Well in a way... am I remembering it right? Well anyway, it ended with a fish going into someone's shirt." He waved his hand dismissively.

Originally Posted by The1HBIC

"Oh my summer was good. I spent most if it with my parents at home. I really miss them when we are away from each other so much so it was really nice being with them." Yep, Marie was going to miss her parents a lot but she was happy to be back at school with her friends. "I went and stayed with Kay at her cousins after we met up in Diagon Alley. That was a little wierd for me at first but it turned out to be okay. So how was your summer, do anything interesting?"
Marie took a quick peek at the staff table to see if Kazi had made it there yet. 'Yeah, he's not here, maybe he isn't coming back' she thought as she turned her attention back to Evan.

Looking at the newest arrival to their table Marie said "Hi, I'm Marie, how are you?" 'Wait, did she just say she was part veela. or did she say she wasn't?' Marie looked closely at the girl trying to figure out what she had heard. If the girl was veela then that would explain why Evan looked so nervous when she first came over to the table.

"Hey Vick, I hope everything you heard about Hogwarts was good. This is a pretty awesome school to be at." Marie couldn't picture herself at any other school. She was making lots of friends here and she was even meeting family that she never knew she had.

Originally Posted by RileyRivers

Good. She didn't comment on his nice comment. Maybe she just didn't hear it. "The book might not matter, it could have been because of the poking." The poking war that he lost. He let her win anyway. He would probably hear about that later on, but that would be later.

Was that a smile Parker saw? Yes it was! But he didn't care..no..no way. "Umm, right." His sorta happy moment disappeared as soon as it came. "Maybe you should eat. Food will help." He picked up a plate and piled food on it, then handed it to Thalia. He didn't know what half that was, he just piled it on. Why was he being nice to her?