Cutty had returned to the Common Room looking a great deal more calmer and smug than he had when he'd left. His wand was out and he was carrying it across his chest. He'd been up to things. Things like how to change things from their original states. Transfiguration things.

Duvessa had said it herself, hadn't she. We can do as we like as long as it's not permanent. He'd taken those words and corrupted their meaning, having gone to study up on a good transfiguration spell to do exactly that. Those pink pillows were going to be switched for something decidedly greener. That was, IF he could perform a spell he'd read about correctly. Iron will. Flexible wand. Shouldn't be a problem, no?

His plans were postponed for something he thought potentially more effective when he saw another Slytherin raising what was apparently as much hell as he had before he'd left. Yeah! Yeah, girl! Tell her! This aint no place for pink!

She sat on the couch cross-legged with a book held in her hands and a frowning expression. Yeah, she frowned at books which she didn't like, or found hard. Like this particular one. Ugh. Herbology was so not her thing. Really, all the blame went back to her father for insisting she took this subject. She could see the 'T' itched on the parchment that will contain her OWLs results. At least then she'd be expected to drop it. She was going to miss Bentely. The woman was nice and decent.

Deciding it was time for a break, the fifth-year snapped the book close and set it aside then stretched her arms and legs, popping her joints and groaning softly. She'd been sitting in this position for quite a while.

As no one seemed to be helping the hell-raising Slytherin girl, Cutty decided to proceed with his original plan. Figuring that it could, if nothing else flush out the offender for all to see while having the pleasant effect of greening up the place. He raised his wand in a manner he'd read about and went for the accent pieces that Sonea had laid down changing their colour from that unabashed pink to an emerald shade of green.

He was slowly making his way around the room, wearing a smug little grin as he did his mischevious work. Not unlike a snooty housewife getting to her vacuuming. "Multicorfors!" He said as he began on the little pink pillows, stopping when he reached little Cassia Jane Somerlad. Before he greeted her, Cutty bobbed around the chairs appearing to be looking for something. He could've swore he'd seen Sonea drop another pillow around there when she went on her redecorating rampage.

"Cassia." He said greeting the outstretched girl while lowering his wand. His eyes immediately fell towards the book. "Herbology, h'mm. Can you believe there were right and wrong answers to that tea thing Batty Bentley had us do?" He had been used to referring to their Herbology Professor by that given monicker that he'd forgotten to edit himself around people he considered friends (or as close as Cuthbert got to friends). "Are you taking your test on Herbology?" He asked taking a seat on the nearest chair to hers and meaning her OWLs.

Zéline walked into the area she would be staying while at Hogwarts. She wasn't expecting anything as nice and groomed as Beauxbatons Palace, but that Common Room was... moldy. It looked moldy, at least. The girl made a face at the walls as she walked past, glancing at, but ignoring the English speaking kids completely.

She quickly scanned through the hanging lists of names and stared at a book that was in a podium sort of thing. Zéline blinked and decided to ignore the English book too, walking towards the window.

What she saw truly impressed her this time. Widening her eyes, Zéline realised the place she was standing right now was just underneath that lake. At least an interesting thing about this odd place in the dungeons...

Beau walked into the Slytherin common room, he had not been expecting much though. Nothing could compare to his French home and Beauxbatons Palace. This common room was covered in green and skulls... How could the Headmistress expect him to stay here? Lots of Slytherin crests around everywhere as well. Where they there to remind everybody what house they were in? That was weird!!

He scanned the room quickly and quietly. Stopping at the windows, there was Zéline he could go talk to her. Making his way over the windows, he stopped. Wow now this was pretty cool he had to admit. "Zis common room is..dégoûtant.Speaking the insult in French just in case there were Slytherins overhearing.

Again in French he added, "Avez-vous pensé à certaines choses que nous pourrions faire?" with a wink.

She was too focused on the book...or trying to hard to do so that she hadn't been paying attention to people around her. The regular chatter was soothing and normal. She looked around her taking in the familiar faces when she noticed two NEW ones. Her eyes lingered on the girl and boy and she guessed that they must be the visiting ones. And they were talking to each other, the blond couldn't tell what it was, because she wasn't going to eavesdrop. And they weren't talking in English. Ahem. She might have tried.

However, her attention was diverted on someone else uttering incantations. Her eyes darted around searching for the source of the voice until they landed on Cutty. Curiously she watched what he was doing then found herself smiling. Of course her won't like the pink.

"Hey, I see you're not a fan of pink," She grinned greeting him back at him as he approached her. She glanced down at her book then back at the younger boy. "I can believe anything about that subject," She said in disdain shooting a look at the book. And also, what did he call Bentely? Lookit him coming up with nicknames for Professors already. At his question she nodded slowly and cheerlessly. Obviously she wasn't looking forwards to doing it. "Do you like it?" Yes, there was a wrong answer here.

Cutty shook his head in agreement about not liking the pink. It was...UGH! But he did smirk a little smile at her comment about the subject being, was it, loose with it's surprises? "Sort of." He squinted then cast a glance towards the ceiling in thought. "I think I do. Mostly, it's been just making teas and studying medicinal uses for herbs playing a little part in that. I like the spells we've learned so far. Now I can wet and dry things..." He said his gaze again refocused away from the ceiling. "Oh, yeah and I can cut off things too!" He sounded a bit too eager as he recalled the trimming charm Tobias Tempus had taught him. Oh, the horrible haircut he was waiting to give some poor firstie next year!

Or maybe he wouldn't. If Cassia Jane taught him nothing else, but in fact she had, it was to extend ones reach to the generations behind yours. The other lesson was simply to always work out the details of a deal. "For a minute there, I really thought Alexa wasn't going to buy ANYthing." Cutty might have gone to mention how they ought to use more caution next time, but his ears caught the little French murmurs of the new students who'd just entered their common room.

Cutty was by no means fluent, but having a foreigner for a father and a grandmère who regularly called him in her native tongue did have some advantages. He tried to tune in, but it was drowned out by other soft murmurs. He did not feel territorially towards the students, however, feeling that two new faces were two new potential buyers for his candy business.

Zéline watched as some creatures swam by, lost in thought when someone spoke to her. "Salute, Beau." She greeted her friend with a small smile and turned to look out the window again. Her smile turned into a disgusted face as she nodded at his comment on the Common Room. "Oui, c'est dégoûtant." No better word for it.

A smirk played on her lips at his question. Zéline lowered her voice and shot a glance at some kids that were around. "Pas ici. Ils pourraient comprendre." After that girl she met back in Hogsmeade who could speak French, Zéline would trust none of these English speaking kids. One never knew what they could come up with. The girl's gaze fell upon all of the Slytherin crests and flags before she smirked once again at her school mate.

So far, she hadn't found anyone who shared her dislike for the green smelly things. AKA plants. The murderers and dangerous ones. How could people possibly be fooled by them. tsk..tsk..tsk. Such a sad thing. Cassia gave a slight nod of her head. "I do not," She said flatly. "But I'm taking the test," because she didn't give him an answer earlier, was too eager to know his opinion. "I know that I won't do very well, though," She said with a sigh. She was almost sure she was going to get a T! But let's not say it in public.

It was obvious that this subject affected Cassia's mood negatively. However, hearing Cutty's eager voice, made that annoyance caused by the subject subside. She grinned at him proudly, "Use that wisely," Slytherins know what that meant. Don't get caught.

Absentmindedly, she twirled a strand of hair around her finger and chuckled at what Cutty said. "Maybe if you were selling books and quills. But candy? No possible way was she not going to buy anything," She told him knowingly. "She just tends to not make rush decisions," eeeeeh. Not really, but in that case she was thinking it thoroughly. Hopefully, the lioness thought about everything that way.

Her gaze trailed to the two french people whom were noticed by the younger boy as well. Did he know what they were saying?

"Salute Zéline," he greeted her. Beau turned to look out the window, under the black lake that was-he had to admit cool. But there were several problems that could happen what if the window was to break. Thinking so he tapped the glass. Nothing. Hmm interesting.


Beau looked around as well, had she seen something. Hearing her speak he nodded, "Ah oui, nous devons parler quelque part à ce sujet." Looking to where she looked he smirked. He whispered, "J'aime la façon dont vous pensez." Shame if it was to happen, they all had some glorious house pride going on....

Zéline couldn't care less about Slytherin's House pride, but she couldn't do much about it at the moment, for there were Slytherins around. The French girl had to refrain herself to not give them annoyed looks.

Looking outside the window again, she nodded at Beau. "Oui. Peut-être que dans les jardins." She said watching a fish swim by. There would be a lot more people around outside, and it wasn't going to be as quiet as in the Common Room. Besides, they would look a lot less suspicious. At his other comment, Zéline simply smirked and turned to wink at him. "Venir avec moi."

They'd come back later...

Caterina was on her way out. She had plans which included finding her best friend and trying to talk her out of the little fear of broomsticks she seemed to have. It was rather silly, right? Not that Cat would say anything. But really....

Silly.

So she navigated her way through the common room, broomstick in hand. Spotting Cassia, she paused to say hello to her dorm mate but got distracted by two other people, people she'd not seen before. French speaking people. It was weird, but having other people with thick accents that were not the usual around Hogwarts, was nice to hear. They weren't Italian, but at least they had different accents too.

She still wasn't over her curiosity about the visiting students, therefore, she approached them. "Hello." Her greeting was punctuated with a smile. Hello, new people.

As soon as she found out that the Slytherin common room was partially under that Lake outside, Bronislava grew leery of what would be her new accommodations. Would it be structurally sound still after all these years to support the weight of all that water? And, just as importantly, would it be moldy?

But the Durmstrang girl saw no evidence of mold in sight or smell as she slowly walked in. In fact, the eerie green glow of the room was almost alluring. Yes, it would do for her stay, even if it was not as majestic as her room in her own school. She headed over to a chair in an optimal location, one where she had a view to the entrance as well as most of the rest of the room and took a seat, brown eyes staying observant to her surroundings.

There were a few already here that she was sure were Slytherins and she glanced in their direction, giving them a light, acknowledging nod. And were those Beauxbatons students near the window? She watched them for a moment as they seemed almost conspiratorial. Good, perhaps they would do her work for her leaving her to focus on more important things. A light, almost imperceptible smirk fell over her lips as she pulled out her copy of Napredni Preobraženje and began to flip slowly through the pages.

Before Beau even responded, Zéline turned on spot to leave the Common Room, only to almost bump into a girl around her age who decided to greet them. Oh, great. "'Ello." She answered politely, but with a slight suspicious tone. What did this girl want with them anyway? Zéline had heard Slytherins weren't exactly the nicest and friendliest of people...

West had homework to do. He hadn't often stopped in the common room lately because he'd been so busy with everything and all, but he figured it was a good of a place as any. He strode in and shot a cursory look around, noticing the Beauxbatons and Durmstrang people but not particularly fussed about it. They were talking to people or not talking to people or whatever but West figured if his attention was needed someone would say so.

Instead he went to the bookshelf and grabbed a couple hefty tomes, placed them on the table, and stood back, wand at the ready. Had to practice the Seize and Pull charm. No big deal.

He partnered the incantation with that whipping wand motion, confident that he could manage it just fine after practicing so much in class and all, "Carpe Retractum!" The purple light lashed out, caught the bottom book in the stack, and with a pulling motion he neatly tugged it out of the stack, letting the others drop with a gentle thud, still stacked.

With his free hand, West caught the one he'd just nabbed and examined it. Okay. Again? With something else maybe. He glanced around.

Adelaide walked into the common room balancing two overloaded plates filled with freshly baked brownies. She'd been stressed because she had been sick and was falling behind. So she went and baked. Baking always helped with stress.

She looked around the fairly crowded common room, even spotting a few Beauxbatons and Durmstrang students. "FRESH BAKED BROWNIES!! WHO WANTS SOME?!" Addi shouted as loudly as she could. Wanted to make sure people heard her over the chatter.

West SMELLED it before he HEARD about it, and had already turned to face incoming food things.

He put his hand up. MEMEMEMEMEMEMEMEME

He SO was down for brownies. Was one of those plates for him? He was wiggling practically like a little puppy, his charms homework forgotten.

Adelaide looked around the common room and spotted West...who looked like he really wanted some brownies. She walked over to him. "You okay there West?"

She was trying her best not to giggle at him. Addi held both plates. They were starting to get a bit heavy. "Take some." She put one of the plates closer to him. She turned back to the room. "IF ANYONE ELSE WANTS SOME COME GET 'EM BEFORE WEST EATS ALL OF THEM!"

"They smell REAL good, Add." So good that he shortened her name. He had his eyes on brownies and his mouth was watering over here. Take some? Yes did she KNOW that some was an arbitrary amount and therefore pretty much meant he could take as many as he wanted provided he didn't take ALL of them? Because this was his immediate plan.

This was pretty much... yeah. It would happen. West looked around. Anyone? Fair chance here. Thirty whole seconds even. He began a countdown and loaded up his hands, just one brownie in each right now, and he'd alternate bites, and by the time he was done he'd know if the rest of that particular plate was HIS.

Adelaide giggled. "I hope they taste as good as they smell. I put extra chocolate in them today." Because why not? Super chocolatey brownies were the best kind of brownies.

She watched as he took a couple of the brownies. She set the plates down on the table. Her arms definitely needed the rest. "THEY'LL BE OVER HERE IF YOU WANT SOME." Addi turned back to West. "Verdict?"

Om. OMNOMNOM. West could for SURE taste the extra chocolate. For SURE. He was busy eating and omnoming while she put the plates down and hollered at everyone again, but he managed to finish a mouthful and speak before filling his mouth up again.

"Is SO good. Why exactly you don't have a boyfriend I'll never know." Because seriously. Brownies. These brownies. Right up there with snogging.

Adelaide took a seat in a nearby chair. She'd basically been on her feet for the past few hours so it was nice. Plus carrying the brownies over from the kitchens.

She giggled. "Glad you like 'em. If it was that easy to win guys over, don't you think I'd have had a boyfriend by now?" It wasn't like she'd never brought brownies to school before or made them for anyone while she was here at Hogwarts.

"I think you'd have to make them exclusively maybe." Omnomnomnomnom. "Or you know, proactively feed whoever it is what you think you like." Omnomnomnomnom. MOAR. West grabbed another two and kept eating, one in each hand, alternating bites, and surprisingly not making even a tiny bit of mess doing it.

But really, they were GOOD BROWNIES. What had he been doing before? Did it matter? Nah, he had brownies now.

"That would mean I would have to cut down the amount I bake." No one could eat that much. Well, West could but he didn't count. Adelaide bit her lip. "I don't think I have a crush on anyone around here though..."

True she'd crushed on Stan for a bit, but she got over it because she realized it was just because he was the first person/guy who was really nice to her. And all the other guys she knew had become good friends.

Hey, so long as she kept feeding him it was all good. He finished number three and four and started on five and six.

"Don't you?" Shrug. What, was she Derry? West couldn't imagine not being interested in people. Even with a girlfriend he still noticed people and all that, it was just that he wasn't actively trying anything on account of he had an Alice.

"These are REALLY good." Really. Mmmm brownies. "Could you make green ones sometime?"