Adarian laughed. "Wow those poor firefighters. I can't wait for food." He looked around thoughtfully. "I wonder what our class schedule will be?" More and more people were being sorted into Slytherin. He was so glad to be amongst this house.

Aww she said a hello to Mr.Duckles! So she liked him! This Nora person was going on his like list. He chuckled loudly when he saw the girl bowing her head as well. It was just his way of greeting someone. He had learned it since he was a little kid and even today he used it. The Slytherin just thought it was funny how English people did the same thing to him hehe.

Daichi eyed the duck on the plate and shook his head. "Nah he can't fly, but Floppy can!" Because Floppy his best friend at the duck pond was a real duck...so he could fly. There was a smile on the boys face as he thought about the duck pond. "I want this feast to end so i can see him again!" ......If Murdoch had not removed the pond O__o Poor man cause if he did he had a very angry and lost Snake at his door.

Realizing that he was saying nonsense, not to him he thought he was perfectly sane saying those words but maybe Nora would find him strange, so he thought of something else to say when he was literally stared at by Jonathan on his side that he could not ignore it.



Feeling his eyes on him, the fourth year pretended not to have realized it and smiled at his big brother. Technically not his real brother but Kurumi and him were like big sister and big brother to him.

"You can eat 5 plates?!" The Slytherin could not help but stare at Jonathan in amazement. It was one of his special traits...believing everything that is said. Wait so was that what Louisa had meant? Daichi lost focus on where he was as he thought deeply. Her simple words were so confusing to him!

Snapping back to earth as he heard Jonathan say that he missed Mr.Duckles. A wide smile plastered on Daichi's face and he rubbed his left eye from under his glasses. "You did? awww Mr.Duckles missed you too!" Cause you know, he can speak to him and understand him. That's how he knows he missed him too. Uhuh.

"Yeah yeah half a term" Daichi said dismissively and waved his hand. He was about to hear WHY he had left so he sat at the edge of the bench seat wheeen... HE GOT NO ANSWER! Puffing his cheeks, Daichi rolled his eyes at the older Slytherin. "No..." he answered but his voice sounded low, almost like a whisper and he looked down at his lap.

Duck boy. It was really Selena who had come up with that nickname at the Forbidden Forest and it seemed to have stuck with some of the other students as well.

Not that he minded it. He was still flailing his duck plushy up and down when he saw Head Pygmy Girl waving back at him and grinned. "Thanks!" He said and went back to ...what ever he was doing...

It took him a few seconds to realize that a familiar boy had taken a seat near him. Daichi looked at the boy at the other side of the table and scratched his head. Where had he seen... OH! He suddenly remembered meeting him in Diagon Alley. "YOU'RE IN SLYTHERIN TOOOOO?!" He SHOUTED over to the boy and waved Mr.Duckles just like he had done to Selena. And it was then that he realized that the boy was looking at his plate so he probably did not know that duck boy Daichi was talking to him. Argh what was his name again? King ? Bing? Fing? .... "FIIIIING!"

Jonathan was eyeing the new students everytime they got sorted under Slytherin and finds their way to the slytherin table. It's definitely nice to see some new faces. It's a good way to start the term. More people should be sorted under Slytherin.

Come on...

One person caught Jonathan's attention the most, he starred at him while he was walking towards the table and finding himself a seat. He's definitely a new student. He hasn't seen him before.... and he's Asian. When he walked pass Jonathan's area, he caught the sleeves of his arm. He has no idea why he just did that but it seems he wanted to know the person more.

"Want to join in?" he asked adding a smile. Only if he wants though.

Oh, no one. He looked at Cass starring at the door. Was she perhaps waiting for Fee? Jonathan misses Fee and wanted to see her too. She should definitely come and join them for dinner. Last time he talked to her was 2 terms ago and they were talking near the kitchen area. He can still remember they were both eating cake and drinking pumpkin juice. "Have you heard from, Fee?" he asked her once again. She might know something too.

As the question was directed back to him, he immediately pointed to Daichi. A fourth year Slytherin, that he has no idea if Cass already knows the little guy. Yup, him.

Jonathan gave a small laugh. Apparently, his eye sight is the one failing him since last term, hence why he got glasses. It had been hard for him to read since last year and his mother got worried. However, glasses was a nice solution. Ironic how Cass complimented him with that. "thank you" he beamed. His eyes were usually fast to find people he knows. Jonathan nodded with what she said next. Tapping his fingers onto the table and waiting for food to pop out. He then looked at the sorting hat area, yeah, they were having so many students this year. "The more the merrier?" he joked.

Guilty.

Jonathan is known for eating a lot. If eating is a sport he'd be one of the champions. Despite of what they shared at the train ride, Jonathan was still famished. "I know" he laughed. "I miss food at Hogwarts, that's all" and he does. At least now his mother would not complain about him barely eating in school. "I'm guessing you're full?"


Jonathan raised his eyebrow but the grin on his face was still there when Daichi asked about him eating 5 plates "yes, I can eat 5 plates" he said jokingly. Well if there were food on those 5 plates, he can eat them but not eat the 5 plates literally. SEE???? This is why, DAICHI is not allowed to grow old in Jonathan's book. He's too cute, too naive to grow old. He won't allow it. How come he's too tall all of a sudden too?

Jonathan laughed with what Daichi had said. It was really awesome, how he and Mr. Duckels are so close. It's quite creepy sometimes that he holds him around but Daichi is still the same old adorable Daichi. Jonathan will surely miss him a lot when he leaves. "he did???" he said smirking at the stuffed animal. So they both share secrets or something? Jonathan should bunk in next to Daichi, he wants to know more about his duck fascinations...

He was gone half the term... family reasons. It was always like that isn't it. He didn't want to leave, he was forced to leave. It was pretty much unfair and annoying. Jonathan almost felt mad remembering what happened in the previous months but he shook his head. No more. He's back at Hogwarts, that's the most important thing, right? Smiling at what Daichi said he once again patted his head "Then why do you look like you did?" Jonathan teased him.

Ailsa wiggled in her seat. Her feet were falling asleep sitting for so long.

"Who's the Head of House for Slytherin?" She asked some nearby students. She was staring at the Professors at the table in the front.

When he walks, suddenly his arm feels heavier as if the sleeve has been pulled. Xing turns around, noticing an older student smiling at him. In response to the polite question, he nods mellowly and is about to sit when a boy about his age shouts something while waving a... Is it duck? Plush toy. It doesn't take Xing long to realise it was Daichi. To be Frank, Xing was caught by surprise as he never thought that Daichi is this childish. "Uhh... Yes..." answers the new transferee, nodding vigorously and smiling at the boy he met in Diagon Alley.

Grumbles.

When are they going to serve the food again?

He was laughing. Daichi was laughing out loud, and Nora had no idea why. "What's so funny?" She asked, laughing nervously because, well, she knew there had to be something she'd done or said to make him laugh. Or maybe there was a dirty spot on her robes? What if there was a baby Acromantula crawling on her shoulder?!

Floppy? "Who is Floppy, if you don't mind my asking?" She WAS curious, after all. She also noticed all the interesting names he thought of for his companions, or whatever they could be called. But then... he mentioned eating... and seeing Floppy again... he wanted to eat Floppy?! No, no, no. It was just the usual, silly Nora. "You know, I'm starving as well." But she SO didn't want to eat Floppy, if that was what Daichi was thinking.

And then she heard someone else asking about their head of house. "That would be professor Lafay, the Potions Mistress." The girl didn't need to know how scary the woman could be sometimes, but Nora knew that deep inside, very deep, she never actually considered turning them into toads.

... or did she?

"No, I haven't." The young snake said with a frown as she shook her head, she wasn't even sure if anyone has for that matter...her paranoia was kicking in. Was she alright? Maybe she really did transfer to Beauxbatons to keep her sisters company. She didn't know. "Last I saw her was a couple of months before term ended." She then glanced at him and asked "Have you?" heard from Fee, she meant. Merlin, what she wouldn't do to hear from her perky, gossip-hungry bestie.

When he pointed at the guy sitting beside him, Cass leaned forward over the table slightly to get a glance at the younger looking lad and shrugged. Huh, it wasn't anyone she knew...but he did look familiar, but of course, that was normal. After all, they were in the same house.

Cass then smiled as she chuckled, simply for the heck of it "No problem." She answered easily, then the blonde shrugged, feigning nonchalance "I suppose so, I just hope the common room would be able to fit all these new Snakes." Ok, maybe it was exaggerating, but hey - no one wanted an obnoxiously crowded common room after all.

Full was an understatement.

"I'm bloated." She groaned out as she placed her hand over her, thankfully flat tummy. Maybe all that running burnt the sweets off? Whatever it was, at least it seemed like she wasn't gaining weight or anything "I personally don't know how I'm going to eat another bite..." Then, as if subtly switching moods, Cass added with a chuckle "But then, that never seems to be a problem when its food from the House elves, isn't it?"


Hearing the question, Cass looked over her shoulder to find a first year sitting behind - or rather, beside her, looking at the staff table curiously.

"It's the scary looking professor towards the end of the right side of the table." She explained with a smile after scanning the long table, trying to look for Lafay, and indeed, finding her in between Professors Cerulean and Magnus at the end of the table "Her name is Professor Hecate Lafay, she's also the Potions Mistress."

She was where she had been sitting was too crowded so she got up and sat in a non-crowded place with no other students near her.

Eliza took a seat at the table. It was nice to be under the starry ceiling, to see the golden plates and goblets, to feel the stone floor and walls, and the wood benches and tables. She fel like she'd been away for ages! She fished a pack of Every Flavour Beans out of her new robes. She'd grown ever taller (if that was possible), and had got a new set of robes, the fabric still smelt new. As she tore the packet open, half of them fell on the floor. She sighed.

After no less than eight minutes of complete mental absence, Bellamy finally came to. Months of studying the Hogwarts houses had somehow led him to the wrong conclusion; him, an intellectual muggle-born in Slytherin. It was odd, and what was more, the wand he carried - Elm - was typically attributed to purebloods as well. Carry yourself with some dignity and people just assume as they please!

Not that there was much ado about being a pureblood these days. Everyone was as understanding as a children's program espousing the merit of acceptance. As he glanced around the table at his new house-mates, he noted there was hardly a whiff of pretension or arrogance. The old Slytherin mentality, if it indeed ever had any credence in the first place, seemed to have faded along with the days of Harry Potter himself.

But what was this? An old belief, dead? O, for the old days, when one's house affected more than the color on one's uniforms! Shall I remind the others of their serpentine heritage? He might indeed, but curses - where was his pen? And paper; perhaps a napkin? Yes, glorious things had been written first upon a napkin.

...

Blast. Naught but cloth serviettes as far as the eye could see.

Ailsa glanced over to where the girl referenced. Her glance turned into a wide eyed stare. "She's the Potions Mistress?" Ailsa whined, "But I want Potions to be my favorite class."
She was so disappointed. Not enough to cry though, instead she bit her pouting lip and slammed her fist into the table.

"If she's so scary, I will be scarier!" Ailsa vowed loudly. She wondered what would scare such a woman. She wondered what sort of punishments were at Hogwarts. Would it be worth the risk?

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Originally Posted by Jack O' the Clock

After no less than eight minutes of complete mental absence, Bellamy finally came to. Months of studying the Hogwarts houses had somehow led him to the wrong conclusion; him, an intellectual muggle-born in Slytherin. It was odd, and what was more, the wand he carried - Elm - was typically attributed to purebloods as well. Carry yourself with some dignity and people just assume as they please!

Not that there was much ado about being a pureblood these days. Everyone was as understanding as a children's program espousing the merit of acceptance. As he glanced around the table at his new house-mates, he noted there was hardly a whiff of pretension or arrogance. The old Slytherin mentality, if it indeed ever had any credence in the first place, seemed to have faded along with the days of Harry Potter himself.

But what was this? An old belief, dead? O, for the old days, when one's house affected more than the color on one's uniforms! Shall I remind the others of their serpentine heritage? He might indeed, but curses - where was his pen? And paper; perhaps a napkin? Yes, glorious things had been written first upon a napkin.

...

Blast. Naught but cloth serviettes as far as the eye could see.

She saw a boy looking for something,"Need a pen?" She said snice she was good at figuring out what people needed. She held one out to him.

SLYYYYYYYYYYTHERIN..............

Despite being initially GUTTED that he wasn't put into Gryffindor, Theodore was still very excited to be here. He also peed himself when they walked through the front doors. He joined the Slytherin table, and tried to put the fact that they were all evil buggers to the back of his mind.

D:

The first year sat down and tapped his fingers nervously on the table. Why was he NERVOUS? He had been beyond excited for this moment for months now! Silly Theodore.

He needed socialize. HE NEEDED PALS.

Anyone? No?
... Okay. :[

Eliza noticed a boy across the table from her. He looked kind of miffed to be here, she'd never been a social person before, but recently she wan't sure who she was. "Hey," she smiled. "I'm Eliza." He seemed to be searching his pockets for something. She frowned slightly.

Ailsa noticed a new boy sitting next to her. "Did you know the Potions Mistress is the Head of House for us. I heard she's scary."

Ailsa was a master gossipper..

"Her name is Lafay. I've heard that name somewhere before." She added.

"My name is Ailsa. Why are your pants all wet?" She noticed that his pants seemed wet so she scooted over a few inches from him. "Do you need a napkin?" She offered hers to him sweetly.

She knew she shouldn't, but it just couldn't be helped.

She laughed.

Yes, laughed.

"She's not so bad." The blonde reasoned out as she glanced towards the staff table again "She can be pretty scary in class, but that's just because she's a total perfectionist when it comes to potions." She can be pretty scary every where else too probably, but she couldn't really tell, after all, she had never actively sought out Professor Lafay before "as head of house, she's pretty cool actually. She really stands up for us." She continued, albeit a bit proudly, remembering that fight that she had heard about between Professor Hadley and Professor Lafay. "and she can be pretty cool when she wants to be." or maybe the swimming into the lake was a one time deal? She wasn't sure.

Cass then shook her head and laughed once more "No one can be scarier than Lafay." She said with a nod "Not in this school anyway. So don't even try getting on her wrong side." Maybe she should tell her about that setting students on fire rumor that she heard a few terms ago..? Naaaah. "Besides, I heard she has pretty mean detentions, but I haven't really met one stupid enough to try to get into detention with Lafay..." But then again, there was that ditz of a Hufflepuff who decided that hugging Lafay was a good idea...

Theodore's head stiffly turned to a girl who was chatting next to him. Was she... talking to him? Was she trying to MORTIFY him before he had even began....

"Whyyyyyyy is she scary?!" The boy swiveled on his spot to face her properly. He needed the deets.

"I'm Theodore." He said simply, then didn't really hear what she said next. Eyes widening, Theodore looked down and crossed his legs immediately. WAT. He actually had peed. Only a tiny bit but still! He wasn't a babyy............ AHHHHHH, THIS WAS EMBARRASSING.

"Oh, no no noooo." He snatched the napkin and patted his wet patch.

Damn.

Umm... "It's water. I spilled it."

"Well, I guess if you say she's cool, then she's cool." Ailsa concluded. "Is there any other Professors I should look out for? Any..." Ailsa leaned over to finish with a whisper, "Crazy ones?"

She heard rumors of really strange Professors before her time. Even some that would have the students do the weirdest stuff.

Mordred emptied his goblet, and placed it back on the table. He stared at it as it re-filled itself with juice. He looked around to see that sorting is still on-going, and everyone’s pretty restless with the chattering. He forgot how long the ceremony was and wished he stuffed himself with food. The boy glanced at the end of the table and saw Aurora—in a bad mood.

She seemed okay and fine back at the train where they last talked, but with that look on her face clearly she was in no mood to have a chit-chat. Mordred scratched his temple, got up from his seat with his goblet and made his way toward her.

“Everything okay?” well, that was a stupid question, but it’s a start. He made himself comfortable as he sat across her.

“Le mood swings—and a very bad one.” The boy thought.

The cauldron cake was about to make its decent - and the girl responsible for it's launch was just watching wide-eyed from the Ravenclaw table. An innocent I didn't mean for that to happen look plastered on her face...though really.

Lets be honest. She did.

Mika was watching with wide-eyed rapture as the cauldron cake grew closer and closer to the table. If someone got smacked with it she'd giggle - but if they ate the evidence all the better. She'd have to apologize to the victim either way.

"Well, according to an older girl, she is actually not that bad." Ailsa smirked, "I bet since we are such awesome Slytherins we will become her favorites. It's those other houses that have to watch out." She explained.

"Theodore..That's a nice name. Theodore. Where are you from Theodore. I'm from Tinworth in Cornwall. Ever been there? It's a great holiday spot."

"Oh..."

Bit of mixed signals there. He'd make his own judgements, he decided. And maybe he would slip this 'Lafay' a few apples to make him a lil favourite of hers. Theodore shrugged, "You make us sound so.... evil." And he had heard lots about evil Slytherins.

Crappoooooooo.... He had found one already. This Ailsa.

"Thank you." Finally, someone who enjoyed his name. He smiled, smugly. "I'm from London, but yeah! I go there all the time on holidays. Nice beaches." Yep. About the best that British got, to be honest.

SPLAT!!!

"HEY! Who threw that?!!" Ailsa stood up ready for a fight. The cauldron cakes violet filling was slowly oozing down the back of her head. She looked around frantically for the culprit. "You are just JEALOUS!" She shouted. As she looked around for an extra napkin. She also searched the table for something she could throw back. "ooOOOoohh I will get you!" She stamped her feet and gritted her teeth.

Bellamy eyed the pen with dull dark eyes before looking up at its owner. Red hair, green eyes - or wait, were they turning brown? He stared at them with unapologetic scrutiny. Yes, they were definitely fluctuating. How very odd. They reminded him of the bag of enchanted eye-gummi he purchased earlier that day. Not that he wanted to eat this girl's eyes, that would be very inappropriate. But they would be nice on a display somewhere, wouldn't they?

He took the offered pen quietly. There'd be no 'thank you' from him until the thing had proved its worth. He was a Slytherin now, after all.

He fiddled again amongst his robes and found a scrunched up receipt. It lacked the bohemian-finesse of a napkin, but it would do. With a click of the pen, he wrote in loopy cursive: Note - restore integrity of house. Mine truly, Me. Lovely. The pen worked well and so he returned it gratefully. Well, as gratefully as one with the emotional depth of a drained kiddie pool could appear. "Thank you. You may have just helped initiate something quite remarkable. Time will tell."

Only when the pen had been returned to its previous owner did he finally notice the other girl across the way. She was rather pretty he supposed, as fair color-wise as any rendition of Guinevere he had ever come across. That being said, Bellamy had always held a particular fondness of the Lady of Shalott, though her appearance was far less iconic.

He wasn't sure what to make of such friendly behavior. It wasn't entirely unwelcome - not yet at least - so he decided that, far from staring dolefully at her in silence, a response was necessary. "Bellamy-Sansjoy Tain." He paused and considered this Eliza, or perhaps something else entirely; his mind did tend to drift. "Does that sound like a proper author name to you?

Brooke was like totally super happy after the great train journey with Superman Hero Special Alec. He was awesome, andhadwarmsofthands. And it was okay for Brooke to know that because he had had his cootie needle so she was allowed to be saved by him. So, It was all okay.

The girl giggled and spun around the great hall making her way gracefully over to the slytherin slyfring table and plopping herself down. hehehe.