"That really does depend on Professor Happy Violet" Zoe said in a monotone voice, her face void of any expression.
"When you meet him and talk to him you really wouldn't care if a grand piano happened to fall on his head, killing him instantly" Zoe smirked and put her hand on Violets arm "Don't worry about a thing Violet, I'm sure he'll be juuuuust fine" she explained, elongating her voice.

The change in the mood of the conversation was almost unbearable. Severia thought for several moments for a lighter more exciting topic to discuss. Since she could come up with nothing that seemed interesting she decided to just ask a few random questions and hope a conversation would follow. "So, Chaucer, you mentioned that you were quite close to your cousin. Do you have any siblings?"

"Oooh it did! It's not so bad now though, just kind of annoying." she smiled. "So how was your summer?"

"Maybe.. maybe.." Kylie thought out loud. She didn't like participating in huge, dramatic pranks. They were really just against her nature. But, little things here and there were funny, as long as no one got hurt. Kylie thought about her trunk and asked, "So when do you want them?" referring to the presents. She hadn't realized that Evelyn had missed the whole 'presents' thing.

Violet took Zoes hand of her arm immediately Violets stomach was hurting but she couldnt have aten to much because she didnt have any food maybe that was why she was so skinny she put her hands on her stomach and said "I don't feel so good"

Helena shrugged slightly, still grinning as she lowered her hand before.... Yeah, of course - my bad - sit down, she said with a chuckle, scooting over a little bit to make room for him. Sorry I missed you on the train, she added as she turned toward him slightly.

"Honestly, I wish I didn't have a father to inherit anything from. He's a horid man. He left my mother and I to rot in a shack when I was only a year old. The only reason I will inherit anything is because he has yet to find a woman stupid enough to produce another heir for him. He gained his wealth by lying and thieving from innocent muggles. So, forgive me if I offended you in any way, but it is hard to respect a man who has not earned it." Severia said as a single tear formed in her eye. She hated talking about her father, and hated even more to think about how he had treated her mother.

Zoe's face had now turned to one of concern for the second year Slytherin student.
"Would you like me to get a professor? Is there anything I can do to help you?" Zoe was genuinely concerned about Violet. She had only known her for a short time but she felt as though it was a lot longer.

"Maybe a professor would be good but not not" Violet paused thinking of one professor "Not professor happy"

"Hm? A bird? Where?" Chaucer darted his head around, but every buttress was concealed with faux clouds. He was referring to YOU, you great clod! A look of comical indignation spread across his face, adding a little colour to his cheeks. "Bah! Of course I wouldn't imitate a first-year! This particular piece of pudding just happens to be... inedible. That's all and now we shall move on because talk of bland food is more depressing than talking about dead frog-like fathers." Fully realizing he had almost branded himself as a miserable, though immaculately dressed, ingrate, he took another piece of pudding and popped a healthy chunk into his mouth.
"That is how one cooks a pudding! Much better." Hah, and none would suspect. Truly I am a good Slytherin.



"Oh let's not talk about Anne-Marie. Well fine, I can see you're quite eager, but I won't be enthused!" Chaucer lifted his nose into the air. Obviously, his good humour had returned. "She's a silly thing - alsways wants 'to be alooone' (this last part he said drawn out) and doesn't even play with dolls. She's young enough, only 8 or so. Wait... 7. Oh that can't be, I'd remember a number like 7 more clearly. Well I love her dearly, though she has no imagination. You know she watches the news? Who watches the news I ask you, I dare you refer me to a little girl who prefers the news to 'Lovely Sorceress Corrigan'!" He gave a deep breath when he finished his tirade and plunged with fervor into his meal.

"I wouldn't dream of fetching that miserable twit over here Violet. I'll see if I can find someone else for you" Zoe said, looking around the room, her eyes darting around looking for the best candidate to look at Violet.

"ok" said Violet

Drew watched as Helena scooted over slightly to let him sit. And so he did sit right next to her. "It's no big deal. I understand you were with your friends." He said shurgging. Wellllll he knew that she had a 'best friend' and Helena was probably with him. Plus it gave him time with Annnnie...."Sooooo how have you been sense the last time we talked?" He asked.

"Ahh. She is like my brother. Finds fantasy to be a bore and would rather dwell in the misery of reality. I couldn't possibly live like that. To not hope and dream of something better than what is would be utterly depressing, I think." Severia said as she began to take a small bite of her pudding. Then remembering how Tobias had mocked her, she filled the fork a bit more before raising it to her mouth.

"Truly? A realist? Well the Jacobins were realists and they had excellent clothing I find, quite a treat to look at. But then..." Chaucer tilted his head in contemplation, his brown hair flounced to the one side as though each piece knew how to best fall in place, "... they were quite murderous, the whole lot. Wouldn't take a joke if you tied money to it from what I've read."
This time he knew better than to drift off into reverie again, though he couldn't help but briefly meander over the notion of an excellent waistcoat with a matching large-lapelled jacket. He soon snapped back when a thought occured to him: "What is there to even think about aside from fantasy?" Half-outraged, half-shocked, he looked over in curiosity at Avada. Indeed, what would he think about if he were to be a realist?
Bricks, dirt and breathing... ugh, what a bore. But I suppose the brick would be the more interesting of the three, when one ponders it's formation and colour. Or where it came from, like an old manor where a young woman pined away, because she was in love with a man she couldn't have. After her death, the place was left empty for a century and fell apart; it's stones scattered as a constant remin-- oh. No, that was no good. Too much wonder there, far too much. Maybe if he tried dirt...

''Hmm...i don't know'' He said absent mindedly taking another cooking and biting it as he pretended to think ''Maybe torture him to death or...or quite the opposite developing relations with him'' Of course he was joking at the torturing point but wanted to the rest remain as a sarcastic comment for he had no information on what was going on here between them before he arrived at the green table. He laughed when she said he should have been the king, at least the king. ''Obviously then they had to deal with you as the queen''

Right after uttering that remark, he looked at the half-eaten cookie in his hand and looked back at Destiny to aim another shot at her the moment Rose yelled. ''C'moooon hun. Crumbs are not that bad...but that Hufflepuff girl is bad.'' he added as she ruined his cookies with her wand ''YOU ARE BORING!!!'' he yelled at her before turning back to Rose to answer her question but at that veru moment a shower of carrorts rained on him hitting his head, shoulder and chest and bouncing around. ''Nice shot this time. Bunny carrot witch!'' he, for sure, did not lose time with throwing the ones he managed to catch back at her. ''Ehem...what were you saying Rose? Ah..yes. I think i cannot wait for the Herbology and Divination classes and maybe DADA''

Nathalie had to smile. "Yes, that's always possible. Though I suppose he figures that with five daughters, at least one of us should produce a boy." She shrugged. "Yes, it does stink - but I've been raised to accept it. Hopefully they'll choose someone reasonable. But... " she glanced around, and lowered her voice slightly, "I know Father would love to make an alliance with the Malfoys!"

'Oh.' Destiny peeked her head up again. She wouldn't even know if there were crumbs on her anyway, since she was hiding. But carrots don't leave crumbs! 'It's his fault about the crumbs.' she secretly pointed to Josh, 'cookie crumbs I bet.' And he started this whole thing anyway! Destiny wasn't even mean to him..yet.

Was this really Kylie? The same Kylie as last term? Lifting her head up all the day, Destiny faced the new Kylie, 'You? You want to prank people?' Well this day was starting to get better and better, considering it started out as a horrible day, but not anymore!

Did Kylie say presents? 'You got us present and you want to prank people?' Unless this was a prank.. She is starting all ready..on them? She better not be. 'We can wait until after the feast.' That way if this 'present' had teeth, Destiny could surely make a run for it.

Destiny turned her head from Kylie when Josh and Evelyn were talking about being kings and queens and whatever else they were saying. She still had her suspicions about them two, and maybe this term she will finally find out, even if she had to hide in bushes and do some sweet spy moves, like the ones she seen on that muggle box. Surely she could roll on the ground, how hard could that be? Roll, roll, run. Easy enough.

'Ha ha! You cookie crumbled.' she teased and then stuck her tongue out at him. Before she could even put her tongue back in her mouth, Josh was throwing carrots at her! 'Owww!' she cried as she rubbed the spot that he hit. 'Carrots hurt.' Then she remembered what he called her, 'Bunny carrot witch? Reminds me of Professor Bunbury..' for some strange reason.

Evelyn barely heard Kylie, or Destiny really. She was already thinking about all the ways she could get Rex back. Pfft, no one calls them dumb and slimeballs and gets away with it like he did. "What?" Though she was brought back out of her thought process when she heard what Kylie asked. "Want what?" Did Kylie say something about giving them...something?

Hmm, were they cookie crumbs that she brushed off? Were there any crumbs at all? Looking at her sleeve again, she was about to check what 'crumbs' there were when she realized there were none. Well duh, she already brushed them off.

Torturing to death sounded good at the moment, and so was...Woooaaaaah. Well now she knew where his mind was at the moment. "Develop...relations?" She asked in disbelief, raising a brow. "With him?!" Laughing out loud, she shook her head, tracing her name on the table with her finger. "No no no. That would never happen. Ever." Plus why would she need him when she had a perfectly good and awesome Gryffindor right here? Pssh, one Gryffindor was enough anyway. And he thought her a Queen? Aw, too bad there were like a million people around them at the moment.

"Crumbs...are evil. They are difficult to get off you and once you think you got them all off, there's a whole 'nother spot that you didn't see and they are just annoying." she babbled on, looking around her sweater again to see if she missed any of those invisible crumbs. "Okay you guys, seriously, stop throwing food. A professor might come over, and I seriously don't want to lose anymore points." Because if that happened, someone was going to be hexed...

"Why...in the world...would you want to go to Herbology?" Didn't he think the class a joke or something the first lesson? Or was it not enough with the killer whomping willow...or think that the really weird torturing children Professor was just crazy? Pfft, well she thought those last two.

Nina walked over to the Slytherin table to make some friends in other houses. She had been in the entrance hall and had a question she was dying to ask about something odd she saw there. But that can wait till later. She doesn't want to straight out ask a blunt question to people she doesn't know.

"Hi, my name is Nina. How is everyone?" She asks the table abroad.

Layla smiled and also turned her attention to the professor. After he had gone to the staff table, she started at her food again. Why was it so easy for Severia to make friends, but she couldn't make even one. Life at Hogwarts was going to be harder than expected...

Ah, the golden opportunity. "Hey! I'm Layla! Take a seat" she smiled.

Caden nodded he understood exactly what she was talking about his dad had some pretty strong ideas about things as well. He sighed. "Well I figure we can't always do EVERY single thing they tell us to."

Nathalie turned her head a little more, and gave Caden a smile. "I suppose I've mostly done what they tell me, so far. Maybe I should try doing my own thing more often. You know, make the most of the rest of my time at school." She paused. Was it a trick of the light, or were his eyes slightly different colours? She looked a little closer, though trying not to stare.

"Reality is such a bore! I can't see how anyone could spend more than a few moments thinking on it. But I suppose history would be the most interesting topic for a realist. But I think it is the wonder of what we don't know about it that is interesting to me." Did that make since? Severia wondered after she had spoken. Too late to worry now, I've already said. She thought as she shook the quizzical look from her face and took a sip from her goblet.

"Hello, Nina." Severia said with a smile. "I'm Severia. Please sit down so that I can pick your brains with random questions as a way to get to know you better!" She said with a laugh.

"And Layla, I suppose I should get to know you as well. I have already begun to think of you as a friend and I can't say that I know much more about you than your name and that you have an owl." She said taking another sip from her goblet. Wow. I have met so many people in these past few hours. I have no idea how I am going to remember all of their names let alone what we talked about. Perhaps I should be writing these things down.

Caden smiled at her decision to 'do her own thing'. Then he realized she was staring. " Something wrong?" he asked. " Do I hav something weird growing out my neck or something?" He asked playfully turning to face her a little better.