Enya turned and glared at Carin, she had been doing ok, migerling with people without her talking. But her voice annoyed her, her very person annoyed her. Couldn't she go away. Her she was staring at her while she was talking to Skye, how rude! Enya turned her head away from the girl to continue to talk to her friends. If they thought her as one. But she still felt the girl's eye's boring into her's. Angry now she shot the girl a look.

"What?" She asked rudely, would she ever stop staring. But after a few more minutes she pushed the girl to the back of her mind. Ignoring her while she spoke to her friends. The topic at the moment was family, something she didn't like to talk about. Enya was about to comment again about family when she piped up. Carin's voice was annoying! She turned her gaze to the girl and glared.

"What if i don't want to" She asked stiffly. She would NOT tell them all about her life outside school. NO WAY! And only Louisa knew because of her stupid mouth. "All you need to know is that im English, my parents are English" She added ending the conversation.

After that the conversation got back to normal, she hoped the subject of family wouldn't come up agian. She breath after a few minutes, not realising she had been holding it in. Enya turned to talk to her friends, other then Carin. Maybe someday she'd warm to her, though she doubted it very much. It couldn't help to think. Everything was going alright, they all seemed to get though the meal without a accident/drama. She was even beginning to warm to the girls, smile a little bit. The Carin did the unspeakable....

Enya hadn't seen the juice jug, if she had she would have jumped away. All she saw was Carin picking it up from the corner of her eyes. She was ignoring her, but still keeping a eye on her. She didn't trust the girl. But the juice jug she hadn't been eyeing, i mean who would use that to destory one's dinner? Oh yeah Carin. Enya had been minding her oen buisness, talking, smiling a little.

But she suddenly felt something went on her front, her robes and her clothes underneath. She looked down curious to see a HUGE wet patch of pumpkin juice all over her clothes. Her mouth dropped open, shotting her head up she saw Carin holding the empty jug. She dropped the curterly she had been holding moments before. Her temper flaring.

It took her a few moments for her thoughts to gather what had happened, then she flipped. She was so angry. Enya stood up, pushing her plate and goblet away from her with such force the goblet fell on the floor. She didn't care. She was glaring deathly at Carin.

"You did that on purpose" She declared, trying to keep her voice down. She came close to hitting the girl. But didn't, that wouldn't be good. But when the girl tried helping her to clean up she pulled the napkins out of her hand and threw them on the table.

"HOW COULD YOU!?" She shouted at the girl. Breathing deeply. From somewhere next to her she heard Louisa saying something about it being a omen. For this!? Dirty wet robes. No this was no omen, this was a evil act. Before she knew it she had turned on Louisa.

"OMEN!? OMEN!?" She shouted, not caring who heard, "You call this a omen Louisa" She said pointing at her robes. She glared at everyone around her, she was really angry now, and there was no way to calm her down. She came close to hitting Carin, but didn't, there were better time's and places for that. But she declared she would pay for what she did, heaven forbid she would pay....

Enya turned towards Carin again and lifting her hand, brought it across the girls cheek in a loud slap. "Don't ever do that again" She told the girl.

Cosette had put her chalice back down and was buttering a baguette when a notable figure sat down next to her. Placing the knife down, she took a bite of the fluffy and flaky bread. Oh, it reminded her of home. Every morning at breakfast she would eat a bowl of fruit and a few baguettes that Hesley would leave out for her while she and Papa would read the Daily Prophet. If he was home at the time, of course.

Wiping her mouth with her index finger, in case she got any butter on her, she placed the delicacy on her plate. Noticing some butter on her finger, she stuck i in her mouth, licking it off. Smiling over at Jack, who seemed to be in clad of Slytherin green. "You know I have a fondness for sitting by myself," she paused to glance and see a boy from Beauxbatons. Did she know him? Shaking her head, she looked back at Jack. "Just waiting for a dashing young man to come and converse with me." Her french accent heavy with each word.

Going to the Ravenclaw table only meant one thing. That she was going to see Spatulaclaw. Even if she was secretly evil and planning world domination this term, Vashti was one of Trixie's closest friends and she just HAD to go see her start of term.

So the Blonde scanned the table, looking for that one person until she came across the familiar face she had been hoping to see. She approached from an angle to sit right next to her friend. "Vashti" the 16 year old grinned widely. "It's been what 2 wee....." the girl trailed off as she saw who Vashti was talking to.

Well HELLO MR PRETTY!

*Swoon*

Too. Many. Pretty. Guys. Everywhere

"Erm...Hi" she grinned and let Vashti do all the introducing stuff.

" How are you?" Rex asked Louisa, " You enjoying yourself?" Rex asked her. ' I like you too meet my half-sister, who I call my sister ' Victoria and my friend Pearl" Rex told Louisa. " They are both RavenClaws and are sitting around you on the table" Rex said to Louisa.

Carin glanced up at Louisa when she made the comment about it being a good omen. She felt almost sorry for the first year - any words of comfort offered to someone like Enya at that point would trigger a huge tantrum. Turning to Enya, Carin saw that her prediction was correct.

"Hey, there's no need to get mad at Louisa, she didn't do anything wrong apart from try to be nice to you!" Carin burst out angrily, dropping the napkins she'd been holding.

She hadn't exactly planned on spilling the juice onto Enya, but she didn't really stop her fingers from slipping either. To be fair, the girl did deserve it, what with her superior attitude and airs. Not to mention her rude response to Carin's question about her - so she didn't want to talk about her family, big deal. Carin knew exactly what the girl felt like, she didn't like talking about her family either. But that did not mean she had to snap at everyone around either.

"And I didn't do it on purpose, the jug really did slip, but I might as well have because you certainly deserve it!" she added in response to Enya's accusation.

She was also standing up at this point, and she realized that they were probably making quite a spectacle of themselves, standing opposite each other at the Ravenclaw table and yelling at one another. Oh, well, better out than in, Carin thought. No use in bottling up her emotions; she'd always feel better after throwing a tantrum as a kid, and this situation was not much different, really.

Carin could see that Enya was close to hitting her, but she stood her ground. If it came to a fight, she was pretty good. Besides, she glanced at the table and noticed a full plat of crumpets close at hand; good, she had ammunition if need be. Or maybe...

"You know what, let's not argue, I really am sorry. Here, let me help," Carin took out her wand and, before Enya could react, pointed it at the other girl's robes. Scourgify."

The wet patch disappeared and Enya's robes were as good as new. Smiling her best I'm-nice-and-innocent smile, Carin made a mock bow in Enya's direction, her hand, still holding her wand, sweeping out and accidentally catching the plate of crumpets, her sleeve sending a few top ones flying...

...straight at Enya, of course.

"Oh, my, I am clumsy today, aren't I?" Carin exclaimed, feigning horror, but dancing gleefully in the in the privacy of her own mind. Her housemate got exactly what she deserved. "Would you like me to help clean that up too?"

Louvain Louis took her seat and half of each seat beside her so she pretty much was squished uncomfortably at the Ravenclaw table. She of course was paying more attention to food than students around her as a big... no huge smile appeared on her face. This she was realizing would be her favorite place in Hogwarts.

She took a bite out of that chicken leg as she watched students being sorted and at other random students she met on the train. This chicken tasted very good.

Margaret had no idea how she had ended up sitting opposite the girl that had invaded her compartment along with the alien boy (well, at least he was not there too), but it was a fact that she was, indeed, sitting there and watching the Louvain girl eat a chicken like a pig. How anyone could eat like that, Margaret did not know. All she knew was that it was undoubtedly gross.

"Merlin, girl, don't you have to breathe?" She asked, twisting her nose in repulsion. Now she was beginning to lose her apetite, which had not been until that moment exactly small.

Spotting Snelly, Kodes smiled widely, scooting to make room for her little sister. "I think we can like, eat now?" She gestured to the food placed in front of them. Oooh, it all looked so NOMMY! She wanted to try it all, but of course wouldn't, 'cause that was a LOT of food, and she realllehhh couldn't eat that much.

Tearing her eyes away from the food, Kody tilted her head, "More...7th years?" Oh that's right! "Well, you HAVE to meet my Super!Friend Lori. She's the hufflepuff Prefect this year." And Kodes adored her, "And well, have you met Aiden? He's awesome too." Mhm. He wassss.
Kodykins smiled, waving slightly. Yes, she knew it was. "Erm, yeah, sure." Uh no. Not really. Sure it had it's perks, Oreocakes, time with S, creaming Ella in a duel. Tehe. But her momma died too, which WASN'T fun. "Yourself?"

Rowan watched the two girls fighting. She laughed to herself. What ever could have made her hope that people at Hogwarts would be more sensible than the muggles that she knew. She thought about getting up to see if she could help cool things down a bit but decided against it. It was bad enough people were ignoring her. Better to just stay out of it rather than making an enemy on the very first day.

Louvain chuckled, the chuckle came from deep down her belly, "that is a talent you acquire my friend" she took another bite, "you must taste it. It's very good" she mhmmmmm'd delightfully and tossed a chicken leg into Margret's plate knowing it would frustrate her, that girl was like that, too many stuff locked deep inside. But Louvain will spork her like a tutti fruitti salad.

"Oh my -" Her mouth opened up in horror as she stared at the carcass of the chicken on her plate. Margaret was no vegetarian, but it was absolutely disgusting to see that on her plate! She already had put a few vegetables and potatoes in there! But she would not make a scene. Not in the middle of so many people. The sight of the bone there could be repugnant, but she would not go down to Louvain's level. She just wouldn't.

And so, she picked up her napkin, picked up the leg as she tried her hardest not to let out a loud 'eww' and carefully tossed it back to Louvain's plate. Quickly placing the napkin down, she shuddered slightly and made sure to place her food as far away as possible from the spot where the leg had laid. She was not eating anything that was close to it.

Skye smiled at Louisa. This girl was nice. It made her feel just a little bit better. "I'm a fourth year, technically, but this is my first year at the school," she said in her quiet, dry voice. took a few more bites of her fettuccine wile she waited for Louisa's response.

Skye noticed that Enya's clothes were very slightly out of fashion. Maybe she could help with that, if they became friends. She looked down at her own outfit, glad that her mother had bought her a new wardrobe for the new year.

"Yes. My parents met while my dad was in Paris on holiday." Skye brushed her bangs out of her eyes. as she was doing so, she studied Enya more surreptitiously. Something about the way she moved, how she held herself...Skye inferred that this girl thought quite highly of herself and spent her time planning out how to get to know people. She wasn't sure if that was good or not.

Skye looked up and saw that carin was holding out a bowl of pudding. "Oh - thanks," she said, taking it. She didn't put any onto her plate yet though. She still had her pasta, yum yum. "Er - yes, I just moved here from Ireland," she said. "How could you tell?"
Skye smiled. Carin was certainly talkative, wasn't she? "Yes, on my mother's side." She decided she didn't need to say more than that. Carin seemed to want Skye to open up, but Skye wasn't comfortable with showing her true colors. What if people hated it?

Before Skye could even think, there was juice spilled and crumpets overturned and a whole lot of yelling going on, all at once. The exact thing she hated most: confrontation. Skye swallowed slowly. She suddenly had no appetite. She slumped a little in her seat, hoping that she could remain on the outside of this food fight.

Louvain wiggled in her seat, probably shaking whoever is on her side by trying so hard not to chuckle at Margret but she couldn't help it. She chuckled again as she watched her move food around her plate. The wonderful aspect of a plate is to mix everything together, otherwise why use the same plate?

"You just don't know what's good for you" she mused then gasped as if something very very very interesting suddenly flashed through her mind, "you know what would be so much fun?" she didn't wait for Margret to answer, she doubted the girl knew what fun meant. "Is that, if we share the same room! Wouldn't be fun Margret? To be roomates?"

Alright, she had saved the food from being rotten by the small remains of the chicken leg, but now that left her no space for some meat. The stupid girl! Truly annoyed, Margaret twitched up her nose and stared at the food she had in her plate, fiddling with it as she tried to decide whether to try the vegetables or the potatoes first. But, quite obviously, the Louvain girl was not going to let her eat in peace, was she?

"Oh, I do know what's good for me," She retorted, hoping she could just silence the girl with a spell or two, hopefully permanently. "Really? Is that what you have to say?" She rose her head at once with a quirked up eyebrow. "Every girl in the same year shares a dormitory," She rolled her eyes. "Did you not get yourself informed on this school before you entered it? Honestly! And I thought these Ravenclaws were supposed to be an intelligent bunch!" Another piece of bad publicity, of course, because it seemed like the only intelligent one was herself.

Louvain grinned, and that grin touched up to her eyes, one full conversation out of the girl now that was progress. Well somewhat, it included a little puffs and huffs there, but the wind was still safe to course through. "I share the same sentimentality" she agreed now scooping meat pie, more chicken legs, and desert all in one plate. "I heard something like that, but i didn't believe it. How could they put all girls in one room, they'll just spontaneously combust" she mused with a quirked brow like what Margret said was a huge joke. Right, like Gryffindors and Slytherins be in the same room and teachers expect students to come into class the next day in one piece? "I didn't realize you had a sense of humor, really. Very nice one too".

Yes, Margaret was most certainly the only intelligent person in this Ravenclaw house. She may have met only two people in it, one being a pig eater and another an alien, but she was a hundred per cent sure that the rest of the people sitting in that table and in all the others were not much smarter. Well, unless she had really bad luck and had attracted all the loonies, which she doubted quite a lot.

"Humor? No, miss, this is no humor," She replied, hardly believing how stupid Louvain was proving herself to be. So far, the only positive thing she had seen in the girl was the choice of candy but that was not enough for Margaret. She was a proper girl who would only be friends with proper people, which explained why she had no friends. Nobody else in the world was proper. "All girls of the same year of the same House are in the same dormitory," She said slowly, as if she was speaking to a one-year-old with learning difficulties.

She put her palm to her forehead.
"DUHHH." she said, rolling her eyes to herself as she grabbed a tiny bit of pasta.
"Why is there so much meat? I'm a vegetarian." she said with a slight frown.
"Oooh, can't wait to meet them!" she said with a small giggle.

"Hmmm" she smiled knowingly then shook her head, "but still, us being roomates would be so much fun!" she shrugged but almost chocked on the chicken, not because she shrugged but because there were suddenly students that didn't seem to fit in Hogwarts, but even better looking than Hogwarts students. "Oh, I wonder who they are" she sighed dreamily at that little blonde guy, he was so handsome. He must be angel.

"I've told you that -" Margaret began then sighed in defeat. But no, there was no point in continuing, was there? The girl just wouldn't get it. She. Was. Plain. Stupid. And there's no getting around stupidity, one is either born bright or not and Louvain was clearly not a bright one. Still, there was a good thing about her not replying, it meant that the girl wouldn't answer either, which gave her a little bit of time to munch into some potatoes before the girl's voice was ringing in her ears. Again.

"Don't know, don't care," Margaret found herself answering without even looking to see who Louvain was refering to. Shoot, she shouldn't have replied. If she spoke, the girl would speak too and Margaret would never have some peace of mind.

Rowan got up from her seat and walked over to the older girl. "Excuse me," she said shyly. "You do not look like a first year. Could you please tell me how long it will be before we can go to our rooms? I don't know anyone here and no one is interested in talking. Can we just leave when we want?"

"Pshhht" Louvain waved a hand at Margret but her head was turned and stretched the other way, at the students. "No look, Margret LOOK!" she repeated with her rounded eyes, the same she'd carry if she was looking at roasted pig that's being caramalized, she sighed. "Why don't we have some of those at Hogwarts? Sometimes its nice to see pretty faces, even if you don't talk to them. Oh maybe their exchange students? I wonder from where, they must be wizards otherwise they shouldn't be here. I bet they'll like Billy Bob too, should bring him around one day".

What on Earth was the girl speaking of that was getting her to have such a horrid expression tainting her face? Curiosity and curiosity alone made Margaret turn her head in the direction of the girl's stare, only for her to look back to her plate with a gigantic eyeroll and a grunt. Boys. She should've figured. Silly teenage girls with their silly bouncing hormones that messed up their brains more than their bodies, not that Louvain seemed to have any brains to begin with. Really.

"Go speak to them then," She told the girl, eager to get rid of her so she could have as much of a nice meal as possible under those circumstances.

"That's a thought" Louvain mused still having her head stretched which got her hip stuck on the side of the table, everything was small on this side, she should have sat near the boys they always had more comfortable space. "Maybe you can come with me" she mused quirking a brow at Margret, "we can take some food with us" she suggested with a snort.

What on Earth? Now the girl was dragging her into this foolish idea? Hell, no! "No, thank you," Margaret replied, trying her hardest to sound like a completely normal person that was simply rejecting a suggestion ever so politely. That was the bad thing about being in the middle of a crowd, one simply cannot express their disgust fully. "You can go," She added. Heavens, had Louvain really snorted? Good Merlin!

Laughing, Ivory had to admit the word 'officially' in that context probably did sound a bit weird. "Well maybe they should...want to meet you that is...You seem cool." she admitted, and she meant it. She didn't know many older Ravenclaws especially now that Cela was gone, so it was nice to meet someone who didn't brush her off in vain maturity. So that made Grayson cool in her book.

So smiling and nodding to her question, Ivory stood up nimbly following the older girl to where the visiting students were sitting. Carefully she let the other girl lead the way as they weaved their way through the crowd until finally they were at a good welcoming distance.

Smiling as Grayson gave them a good ol' Ravenclaw welcome, Ivory gulped down a quick sense of nervousness as she stepped forward from the other students too.

"Hello," Of course, it figured the first word that came out of her mouth would sound more like a breathy squeak than any semblance of regular conversation, so after a nervous little laugh and a small clearing of her throat Ivy continued. "Just have to say that that was quite a show."Grinning a little bit now, she exhaled a breath to blow her bangs out her eyes."And its an honor to have you guys rooming with us...even if it's only temporary."

Extending a slim hand out cheerily to the girl first, she introduced herself. "I'm Ivory Erised, and it's a pleasure to make your acquaintance..." Turning to beam her smile at the boy, she made sure to address him too. "Both of yours." Manners were manners after all and her grandmother would roll over in her...well her bed. Her grandmother actually was very much alive so to say she would roll over in her grave would be a moot point. But nevertheless if she found out she hadn't made an effort to be friendly to the visiting students....well there'd be rolling alright. But it'd probably be her head.