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Ooooh. Now that made sense to her. Mhmm. Louisa even showed it on her face that she got it, nodding vigorously at him. "Got it. I can show you around and introduce you to nice people." Errr... she didn't know any, actually. Louisa paused thoughtfully, she seemed to be doing this a lot today, and then went on, "I can introduce you to fifth year students, yeah." She couldn't just promise him about the nice part though. Blunt people like Louisa rarely got along with goodie-two-shoes.

"Did you study the same subjects we do at Hogwarts? Or did-" But she was cut off by someone - a small someone scooting over...

Staaaaaare. Louisa's mind raced for a full moment as she looked from the young girl to Nealan and then back again at the girl. "It means Patriarch, actually." Bahahaha. "It means whatever you need, you come to me and I'll help you out." Or not. Considering, of course, Louisa's mood. The sixteen years old flashed a grin at the younger girl anyways, she was about to act oh-so-friendly coz Nealan was around still but the young girl didn't have the attention span needed.

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Louisa's eyes bulged out of her head, almost following the flying pastry. "WHAAT?" Ahem. She smacked her hand on the fork the girl used as cauldron cake launcher and peered down at the firstie, "Why did you do that?" What logical possible explanation made her do that? Well, to be really frank, Louisa did threw a pie or two at a feast five years ago... the Prefect pursed her lips together and looked sternly at the girl, "You can't throw food at people. It's... wrong. And messy." What? How was she supposed to deal with this without immobilizing the cutie lil girl?

Maxwell continued to ignore what Damon was saying to Taylor, he didn't wanna know about how she continued to always run to him. Even after she'd been called out on it. He should have known. But he didn't let it bother him, He was determined to be better for her.

Maxwell bad as Violet got up and moved next to a firstie. "Bye, Violet." He said politely. He knew he deserved to be snubbed, he wronged her but there was nothing he could do to change that now...He would be sure to tell her he was sorry later.

Marie nodded. "Maybe she could transfer next term." She took a bite of food, chewing slowly while she thought about what else he had said. "Well whatever you decide to do about Christmas, I hope you enjoy it." She gave him a warm smile.

Violet's smile went wider when the girl smiled back. "Hey Amelia! It's great to meet you. I've never met your sister before, but sibling rivalry is always so frustrating isn't it?" She laughed at the thought. "I don't even have any siblings, but I get the feeling that a lot of people have."

Violet was glad that the girl took her hand for a handshake. "Yeah sure, You can call me Vy. Whatever you want." She never had a nickname before, but it sounded pretty cool. "So are you liking Hogwarts so far?"

Anyone? And ELLIOTTTTTT! ^-^
 

Jayden entered the Great Hall and practically fell into the Ravenclaw table. She was so excited to be back... to be home... to be welcomed. It was great. "Hey guys!" She called out to everyone at the table, her blue eyes flashing cheerfully in the candlelight.

"Has anyone seen Elliot?" She asked, her eyes scanning the room for any sign of lace...

Maxwell shrugged. "I'm sure she'll make friends and want to stay there, I know i couldn't leave Hogwarts." He nodded. "I'm sure I'll have a good Christmas either way." He sighed as Violet ignored his words, He felt very guilty...He was hoping not to run into her so quickly... He looked to Damon with a slight air of surprise. The self proclaimed always right duke of whatever, graces me with an apology?' He thought to himself. He nodded. "It's all right Damon, I understand why you were angry. The past is the past we should leave it there." He said rather diplomatically.

Mika!!!
 

Joanna was so excited. She could feel the tears joy inside her begging to come out to the world, but the Ravenclaw would never let that happen. It's far too emotional and 'Drama-Queen like' for her. Last year after Christmas, she had to go back to America because of a family crises. But now she was back, and this time nothing would get her out of this school, even if it a matter of life and death.

The Ravenclaw, was sitting watching the sorting ceremony, with her usual grin. She remembered the moment she heard the hat roar 'Ravenclaw' three minutes after it was placed on her head. It was such an awkward moment. The whole school looking at you wearing an old talking hat. Joanna sighed she missed this place, the lessons, the professors and especially her friends. Speaking of friends... Joanna wondered were are they right now. "Never mind them... you have ten whole months to hang-out with" she thought to herself.

Violet looked back at Maxwell who had called her when he left. She waved her hand to him while looking at him with a longing look in her chocolate brown eyes to be with him. This was how it was going to be she guessed. Could they still be friends. Violet wasn't sure about the future.

Marie watched everyone around her. Talking, laughing, goofing off. It felt good. She reached into her pocket and pulled out her mirror. Looking into the glass, she noticed the blue smoke. Daddy, what does it mean, she thought, I don't know what all the colors mean.

Jayden smiled, looking around at all the new first years. They were all so small... and odd. Well... some of them were.. anyways. But one smaller girl caught her attention, she was playing with some sort of pocket mirror.

"Hey there!" She piped up, attempting to catch the girl's attention. "Welcome to Hogwarts, and congratulations on making Ravenclaw, the best house at Hogwarts in my opinion!" She laughed, looking down at the eleven year old.

Had she really been that small her first year? Probably, but she didn't want to think about that too much. For now she was just focused on being welcoming and helpful.

Maxwell waived back to Violet, an apologetic look on his face. He didn't know how to make things better. He was with Taylor now and he loved her there was no changing that but he wasn't in love with her and the future was always changing, he would be happy to friends with Violet for now, if she would be his friend. He looked over to Marie seeing her confused face. "Everything okay?" He asked her out of concern.

Marie looked up in surprise, nearly dropping her mirror. "Oh Max, hey," She looked back at her mirror. "It's just my mirror. I can't tell what all the colors mean." She held up the mirror to him, the blue smoke twisting and moving with an unseen force.

Maxwell looked into the smoke equally confused. "What's it supposed to do?" He asked unsure of the function of the magic mirror.

And also McFeisty but I don't want to spend ten minutes waiting for my internet to...
 

Continuing OOC rant: ...load the other page just so I can click the multi-quote button and on this computer I'm not even sure it can DO that so just... yeah, I'm quoting the cauldron cake chucker too. O_o



It wasn't that Neal didn't like younger kids; under the right conditions, they could be thoroughly entertaining and fun to associate with. It was more that, in their own special way, they were summarily excellent at interrupting conversations with acts of childishness that would be immature on anyone older.

Plus, he'd been quite willing to join in the speculation of what the P stood for, prepared to point out that it couldn't possibly mean Patriarch as Louisa was most definitely a female.

...the airborne cauldron cake kind of spoiled that opportunity though, didn't it?

"..."

He wasn't altogether opposed to immobilization. If his opinion counted for anything.

Marie giggled at Max's face. "That's what I'm supposed to find out. Daddy made it for me. He's a brilliant wizard. Unfortunately he wants me to figure it out on my own. He says that I'll appreciate it more and that it will make me stronger, better." She shook her head. "I know the colors mean something, maybe about emotions, but I don't know."

Maxwell tilted his head like a confused dog as he looked at the mirror. "He sounds brilliant. Emotions could make sense, I'm sure you'll figure it out. If anyone can i think it'll be you." He said smiling at the first year, he was interested to see how she turned out.

Innocent. She is INNOCENT.
 

Marie looked up at the girl. "Oh hello," she said, a smile dancing across her face. She giggled at the comment about Ravenclaw. "I'm glad to be here. I'm Marie Faris." She said, holding out her hand to the girl.

Marie looked at Max. "Thanks Max. He is brilliant. That's for certain. You know, you're not the only one with a messed up family." She smiled sadly. "You're not the only one with a mother you can barely talk about." Marie got up. "I'll be right back."

Maxwell was about to say something about what Marie was talking about but didn't before she got up...She's a little too smart sometimes... He thought.

While Joanna was watching the sorting ceremony, she noticed at the corner of her eye, that the small and adorable firstie that sat next to her was waving at her. Turning gleefully towards the girl with her wide friendly grin, she answered back with a small gentle wave, "Hi." JoJo loved young children, they always made her smile and giggle. Probably because they were always super-hyper... like her sometimes.

Joanna giggled when the firstie introduced herself. She just couldn't help herself this girl was so cute that it made her giggle. "I'm Joanna," she began saying, lately she noticed that she is beginning to lose her American accent and is getting the snobbish British one. "But you can call me JoJo or Joe," she added.

Tay looked over at Maxwell, confused for a moment until she remembered the picnic, "Oh yeah of course, why wouldnt i be?" She smiled and laughed. To Damon, she smiled even brighter, "It isnt exactly what you said persay but more of a thank you for comforting me when i went over to comfort you and to see if you were okay...." Taylor sighed a little. Tay's face showed the delight she was feeling when Damon apoligzed. Now if only MAxwell would apoligze also.... then maybe today wouldnt be so bad..... She sighed at the thought, knowing that, that might be impossible.

"Who cares what people think?" Lilly said, impatiently. "Do you forgive me or do I have to scream and hug you more?" The most important question of them all. She was perfectly happy to carry on, she didn't get a sore throat easily, and was probably able to go on all day, but she got bored very quickly so that would be hard unless she had a book to read while doing it or something. Second most important question. "Do you think Rupert would let me build a treehouse if I owled him?"

Louisa's hand grabbed the younger girl's fork and pushed it away the other side, where Nealan happened to be sitting. He wasn't going to use it as a launcher, was he? Nope. Probably not. "Listen, honey.." There's a first for everything, right? That was Louisa's first in 'sweet talking kids'. "There is this... giant dungeon with damp slimy walls.." she lowered her voice to spice up her telltale, ".. creepy spiders getting into your pretty blonde braids and nice fitting clothes." Pause to let this horror sink, "Sometimes when someone is naughty, a professor gets them down there." Louisa was right about one thing. The slimy walls. Her detention last year was a disgusting experience no thanks to PAULIE.

Stealing a sideways glance at Nealan, curious to see his reaction to this - he wasn't going to get scared or taken aback by the school, was he? She should clarify things later. Looking back at the girl, she sighed and went on gentler, "Just.. don't eat flying food, okay?" Or use kitchen utensils as weapons.

WAAAAAAIT A MINUTE! Freeze and rewind that! Louisa's jaw dropped open as the blonde girl whispered her secret revenge on, none other, Joao. Brazilian with a million names, that was definitely Joao!

"No." She ordered simply, "We don't do revenge in school. Just..." although the sixth year was curious to hear the whole story... who was this girl's sister? And why on earth did she want to take revenge from Joao's girlfriend A. K. A. Louisa Carter? "Just forget it, okay? I'll be watching you." She pointed with two fingers at her eyes and then toward the younger girl's eyes. Louisa can be creepy.

Back to the boy sitting so quietly nearby, "Gotta love the shiny badge, huh?" She rolled her eyes and smiled weakly, "So did you take the same subjects we do here?" Louisa's arm snaked around the younger girl's shoulders to hold her where she sat.

This young 'claw was not going anywhere.