That was a good start. Kelly praised her cat. The truth is no one actually noticed Laila and Erin never brings her out in the grounds. She should do it some time for her to breathe some fresh air. "I love her too. Her name's Laila. Nice to meet you Kelly," she said stroking her cat's furs. "What's your owl's name?"

" I haven't named her yet," Kelly said. " I was thinking about it earlier, but I forgot about it! I completely forgot!" She stroked the owls feathers, thinking of a name for her wonderful owl.

Mind if I ?
 

She was dead tired. Really.

So she quickly proceeded to her bed and settle herself. Seeing as there are a bunch of girls talking she decided to take a look, Davinci purring on at the end of her bed. Then she saw Erin and another girl chatting.

"Hiya Erin !" Beezus greeted. "And hello too," she said as she faced the other girl.

"Hi!" Kelly smiled. "My name is Kelly. What's your name?"

The girl seemed friendly. "Hello Kelly. Nice to meet you. My name is Beatrice but you can call me Beezus." she told her. So hopefully, Kelly would be another friend. Beezus sat up, settling Davinci on her lap.

Yay! Another friend! Kelly thought. She smiled and her eyes sparkled. Her owl flew off of her arm and on to her head. "Ah!" she said laughing.

"You need a Remembrall, my friend," she chuckled. She thought for a second on what would she name the owl if it was her. "Would you mind if I suggest?" she asked and before Kelly could respond she said, "How about Lucy, well if only she's a girl."

Beezus, the person she always wanted to talk to because of their similarities.

"Hi there Bee! Will the nickname do you justice?" she said giggling.

[QUOTE=WitchLight27;10634597]"You need a Remembrall, my friend," she chuckled. She thought for a second on what would she name the owl if it was her. "Would you mind if I suggest?" she asked and before Kelly could respond she said, "How about Lucy, well if only she's a girl."[QUOTE]


"Thats a wonderful name!" Kelly said. " Do you like that Lucy?" she asked her owl. Lucy jumped off of her head and flew over to the pillow, making a soft [I]cho cho[I] noise. " I'll take that as a yes!"

she laughed at the name "why emerald?" she asked her was curious to know. The only names she had been called was shorty and that was by her brother. Emerald wasnt a bad name though, it was kina nice. Chloe didnt mind being called this.

"i hope you didnt mind me asking about your status" she said as she didnt mean to offend if she had. Chloe loved hearing everyones status it was like hearing their story and she found it interseting. "I just find it interesting" she said kindly as she felt she had to explain

Where are those frogs?!?!
 

Sarah ran up the stairs to her dorm room in a frenzy. This is their first performance! I can't believe it! I hope they don't mess up! she thought to herself as she ran over to her bedside table, where she had a large tank of leaves and water. "Ok guys, show time!" she told the frogs, gathering their costumes and helping them get ready. Once they were all set, Sarah grabbed their stage and music. "It's showtime! Let's go!" said Sarah, who picked up the gang, got her wand ready, and headed down into the dorm.

Erin was delighted. Kelly accepted her suggestion. This is going to be the start of a good friendship with her. "Great!" Erin has this knack for naming pets like real people's names. Her cat is named Laila which is used to name a person. "So, how do you like the first year subjects?" Erin asked. She's not really in the mood to sleep yet.

Oh, her name! She'd forgotten to introduce herself again! Her brother would scold her if he knew. And her father would stare at her until she got the hint, then at home she would be in big trouble. "Presley," she said to the girl. "My name is Presley Black." That right there told anyone all they ever needed to know about her. They could look her up. There were tons of newspaper artivles about her. Well, not her really, her family. They'd gone wild when her parents were married, crazy when Leo was born, and just one teensy little article when Pres was born, but still, it was documented. Then when her mum had died, they'd gone insame again. News reporters always in Presley's face. To the point that she'd had to stay inside just so that she wasn't harassed. Really, you could look up her name, and read her whole life. Well, the parts the public knew about. She wasn't really famous, but her family was a big deal in the wizarding world. Like the Malfoys, or the Morganzo's. Big deal. "I'm glad I could help, just a little," she gave the small girl a kind smile. This would get better, with time.

For Kristin! <3
 

It was only October and Ryden was already fed up with school. Not HOGWARTS, per say, because Aunt Lea and England weren't much better, but school. Studying, exams, preparing for OWLs and all sorts of fun things like that. PSHT. It was tiring and the blonde needed a break.

One lazy afternoon found her lounging in her four-poster bed, staring up at the ceiling and NOT thinking about the piles of homework she had waiting for her. Instead, she was coming up with creative, impossible ways to cheat on exams. Stop time, freeze teachers, somehow magic all the information into her head before. . . Things like that.

And there she was, quite at peace, when she was startled out of her thoughts by a small orange kitten that bounded from the floor ONTO HER STOMACH. "OUF!" Ryden let out and sat up, making a face at the kitten staring innocently back. "TABS. For the last time, QUIT jumping on me, MERLIN," she insisted, exasperated. Stupid thing was a year and a half old and STILL was acting like a baby. Honestly.

But Ryden enjoyed Tabs' presence nonetheless.

Scheme *shifteh*
 

It was only yesterday when she and Dallin had the 'talk' *snort* if anyone called it a talk. Louisa didn't, though. She, in fact, had a sore nose that very much resembled a clown's nose as a result of shouting at the boy and getting rid of that burning feeling that kept annoying her. Not that she was done with her spitefulness, she still had to teach that snob girl of his how to call Louisa's hormones silly. Seriously, who insulted other people's hormones? If anything, they were all the same kind of chemical substances within the body that...

..okay, she was not going to recite the biology textbook of her muggle school - not when she was holding a plastic bag of Frogs-Saliva soaps and sneaking in the dorms at noon when everyone was out. So, yes, she did sneak in the dorms and started looking for the bed that belonged to 'her'.

Maybe a large poster of Dallin was supposed to be hanging somewhere? If yes, Louisa was going to replace the soaps with Fever Fudge. Seriously.

Half an hour passed without getting any clue as where the girl's bed was. A girl or two would come in, take something out of their trunks or take off their robes before staring at her suspiciously. Louisa would sit on the nearest bed and pretend to be looking for her own book of Charms under it. That worked twice so far which meant she had to hurry and find a wa-

"AHA!" She cheered, stumbling to the ground and staring at a book laid on top of a small trunk that was half visible from under a bed. It had an 'insert the her name here' tag on it. Louisa giggled, in a very scary way, and dragged the trunk out from under the bed and opened the lid.

Despite the urge of rummaging through the girl's stuff and finding out what was so special about her that Dal was crazily in love with her, Louisa took the girl's soap that was crammed between few clothes and replaced it with Frogs-Saliva one; stinking smell, very likely to melt between the layers and the color was greenish brown. Closing back the trunk and placing the book on top of it, Louisa stood up and stretched. She now could sneak in whatever 'beauty products' to miss beautiful here, her bed was not a mystery anymore.

Lol
 

Heading up to the dormitory for some downtime after classes and getting a few homework assignments taken care of, Stella held the door open so Lyra could pad inside after her. The kitten hadn't wanted to go back up here after the Care of Magical Creatures lesson, so she hadn't bothered to force the issue. Half of the time between then and now had been spent in the library and the common room anyhow, so she hadn't thought it would have been an issue.

With everything that had happened over the last month or so, she'd figured she'd have the room to herself for a while, but as she got to her bed and lifted Lyra up onto the duvet, she heard an exclamation from one of the other beds and turned to look in that direction. At least it hadn't been Lyra bothering anyone, but she stepped over anyway. "Kitty acting enjoué?," she asked, before flushing a little as she'd used French yet again. Some sort of weird French/English hybrid she was turning into, when she was still not really French anyway. Not in her mind. It was confusing, and she figured her dormmate probably had no idea what she'd said anyway. "I mean, was your kitty being playful?," she elaborated, still standing there by the bed. "I'm sorry, it just slipped out."

WHOA. Person. Turning her head towards the source of the voice, Ryden saw a Ravenclaw girl. Shocking really, since they were in the dorms, but whatever.

Er, what? "Come again?" she asked, straining her ears slightly and wondering to herself if she should get her hearing checked. Had that girl spoken FRENCH? Because deafness was not an option for her.

Oh. Right. So she HAD been speaking another language. Good. "Um, yeah - it likes jumping on my stomach. . . Apparently it's one heck of a trampoline or something," she replied with a nod, shooting Tabs a dark look. The kitten mewed back, staring at her with those big innocent eyes.

Aww, shucks. "So, are you french or something?" Ryden asked, scooping up Tabs and placing him on her lap.

As the first words out of the blonde girl's mouth were questioning what she'd said, Stella felt even that much more embarrassed at yet another slip. She seriously was going to have to remember that not everyone here understood French, even if she now knew that some of the staff did. The ones she'd talked to at the feast, and the groundskeeper, at least. But she hadn't necessarily found many students who understood when she'd slipped back into French, which was why she was trying to not use the language. It wasn't like she'd forget it if she didn't use it anyhow.

At least it seemed like her apology had been accepted, and she smiled as the kitty's actions were explained. "That sounds pretty normal. At least, my kitten likes crawling all over me if I'm lying down," she offered, gesturing across the way at Lyra sitting on her bed watching them. Of course the kitten wasn't about to not watch. She was a bit surprised she was still over there in the first place. It might have been the other kitty though. Lyra hadn't gotten quite used to all the other pets wandering the tower yet after all. But then the attention was back on her, and th efaint flush came back to her face. "Or something. I was born here in England, but moved to France when I was four. I just convinced my parents to let me transfer to Hogwarts from Beauxbatons this term," she explained. Probably going into mor edetail than her dormmate needed, but she felt like explaining it all to someone. At least then she'd know somebody knew what was going on.

Ooooh, she had a cat too? Ryden quite liked cats. They were clean, which was an important part of it, and they could stand being alone from time to time. They weren't as clingy as other pets were. Especially Tabs. Sometimes she felt like he loved her WAY more than he should, but then he could go days without even acknowledging she existed. Nodding at girl's words, she turned to look towards where she was gesturing and smiled as she saw her kitten.

"Is it a male or female?" Ryden asked as she gazed at it, tilting her head to the side. It was STARING at them. Was it shy or something? The blonde was about to ask if she was when the girl spoke again and she focused her gaze back on her.

Hmm. A little bit similar to her story... Just the other way around. Not that Ryden was going to tell this girl that - there was one person in this castle who knew her story and the fifth year wanted to keep it that way. No need for her history to be passed around like common gossip. She'd probably never get the hang of this 'spilling all your story out to random people' thing that people had going on here. Last year it had infuriated her, because she hadn't NEED any of that information so why waste her time? Tthis year she'd grown up and just nodded along with the stories. It was their decision, after all.

Patting a space in the bed, Ryden gestured for the girl that she could sit down. Oh, she was wonderful today. No punching, no snapping, being friendly... Orlando would be SO proud of her. "Why did you want to transfer here though? Is the french school terrible?"

one post before bed ;)
 

It hadn't occurred to Stella that her bringing Lyra up was going to actually get the other girl interested in her own pet. She'd just intended the gesture as another way of explaining how she understood cats. It was kind of amusing in an adorable way how Lyra was entirely focused on the conversation, though, even from halfway across the room. "Who? Lyra? She's a girl," she explained, returning her attention to the blonde as the question had been asked. Hopefully she wouldn't get asked why she'd named her kitten what she had. That was an entirely different story, that she was somewhat less apt to just tell anyone and everyone. Too many questions were involved in that explanation.

It had seemed like the slight ramble of her explanation about if she was French or not had seemed to cause yet another kind of strange moment, that wasn't being commented on. She hadn't neglected to notice that while the other girl now knew a bit more about her, she couldn't say the same. Pretty much she only knew the girl's cat's name, in all honesty, but she sat down on the bed anyhow. She was a fellow Ravenclaw, so that should mean something for trust. She couldn't help but laugh a little as the questions continued, though.

"I've wanted to come here all along, but my parents wanted me closer to home. And no, Beauxbatons wasn't terrible. My best friend still goes there, in fact," she replied, before glancing back at her own bed and Lyra still sitting there like a little kitty statue. There had been other reasons she'd wanted to transfer, but once again, that wasn't exactly something she liked explaining. Not when she didn't know a person better.

"Lyra? I like that name... I think I read it once in a book," Ryden commented thoughtfully as she gazed at the cat. She really was a very cute little kitten. Perhaps Tabs would grow to like her. Speaking of Tabs, Ryden was startled to see that the orange kitten was no longer in her lap, but rather a few meters away... Closer to Lyra and staring at her, tail very still. The blonde chuckled. She had no idea what that meant, but it appeared that Tabs was developing a baby crush.

Hehe.

"So you came here WILLINGLY, against your parents' wishes and left your best friend?" Ryden asked, just to be sure. It seemed a little weird that she would leave her best friend to come to another school all on her own. The parents thing she could understand - or, well, parent - but the rest? "Are you SURE you liked the french school?"

Odd girl. Best friends and twin sisters weren't that far off, and Ryden would NEVER have left Bridget in South Africa to come here. Never ever. Neither would Bridget until their father made her. Ryden's face darkened slightly before she hastily rearranged her features. Thoughts like that would get here absolutely nowhere.

"I love all of them! Of course! I love school. Though this is very diffrent from the muggle schools..." Kelly said. She smiled and laughed. She knew this friendship was going to be great!

It had been a looo-ooo-oooong day of learning and all that jazz. Ellie was exhausted from having to pay attention all week and she was just looking forward to relaxing. And actually, a hot bath sounded quite delightful. And then she would go to bed early and get some much needed sleep.

Yawning, Ellie pulled her trunk out from under her bed. Once opened it though, she clamped her mouth shut and threw a hand over her nose. "Eugh..." A disgusted sound escaped her. What in the name of Merlin was that god-awful smell? Ellie rummaged through her trunk but found nothing that would smell so terrible. Grabbing her soap and shampoo, Ellie shut her trunk. She'd figure it out later, because now she just wanted warm water.

After she was done, however, things only got worse. She noticed too late that her soaps smelled just like the hellish smell that was in her trunk. And she had just washed herself with that. She dumped the soaps down the drain and tried to rid of the smell until the water had gone cold, but to no avail. She still smelled icky. D:

Trudging back into the dorm, Ellie kicked her stupid, smelly trunk grumpily. "Oww, stupidtrunkthatsmellslikepoo." She muttered angrily under her breath. She flopped onto her bed and pulled the blankets over, hoping this was a terrible nightmare and she didn't actually smell so bad.

Why were her soaps smelly?! They had been fine yesterday... POUT.

Annabeth went to her bed and got out from under it, a huge box of different things, she rummaged through the box leaving a mess on her bed and got out the photo of herself and Harvey, her best friend.

She then decided that she would desplay some of her photos of her family around her bed, so she stuck the photos of her parents and her uncle, and her friends around where she slept. Then she got out some of the paintings that she did of them all, and stuck them up too. Her bed now felt like a home!