Isaiah hadn't really given much thought to where they were going to dance. He thought he'd figure that out after he figured out if Irene would actually dance with him. But he supposed that time was now and she was suggesting dancing on the table. Isaiah's first thought was that they might get in trouble. His second thought was that since a professor was doing it then they could do it too. And his third thought was who cared about getting in trouble when Irene Avery had agreed to dance with him?

"If we don't dance on the table how would everyone see our moves?" He winked and used his seat as a step onto the table. Isaiah took the hand Irene was offering and pulled her up onto the table with him too. Now it was a party. He nodded along to the beat of the song, finding a rhythm, and started dancing. There was limited room to move as he was careful not to step on dishes or silverware, but he could make it work. Was anyone else joining? Or was it just them and the professor?

Where was Will and his pretty face going?

Still amused at her sister’s complete lack of attention in the pathways, yelling for her as if she hadn’t been standing right there, Ambrosia had done a bit of prowling once the Ilvermorny retinue had made their way up to the castle proper. She hadn’t gotten lost. She’d been prowling, and besides, she already figured this castle was more straightforward than theirs back home. Either way, it had been some time before she had followed the sound of music through the doors of what she assumed was the dining hall and immediately bee-lined for the source. Of course. Ambrosia Crabtree was not the type of girl to hang back from the action, and she’d slid past the few people, mostly unknown to her, who had apparently been fleeing from the fun. Too bad.

The table was understandably crowded, which hardly bothered her at all. “Think they’d mind if I let loose?,” she asked, of no one in particular as she bypassed the benches and simply moved a dish or two to take a seat on the table, humming along with the music. She didn’t think anyone would mind, seeing as she wasn't actually referring to turning into a panther inside the building. Plus, she’d be closer if she decided to follow in Isaiah and Irene’s path and get up to dance. It was all good. Oh, and…

“You would get lost, Maddox,” she said with a grin. Unlike her, but then that was his fault for ignoring her for the others.

Bentley shook his head at the American boy. Umm no clearly he was way too happy to make a fool of their professor. The old man didn't even realize what he was doing.

"Nah he's good." The 6th year replied. "You wouldn't want him to push himself too far and get hurt would you, American?" His eyes narrowed just a bit as he looked at the boy.

The sixth year Gryffindor tilted his head and fixed Ace with a look. Show off his moves? He was not a poppy show. There was no way he was going to bust a move so the Americans would have something to guffaw at. He shook his head slowly at the prefect.....

"No Ace. That is not how I get down."

The professor got a relieved smile when he said Bentley was right. See some common sense was going to prevail....pride would be restored to Hogwarts..the professor was finally coming to his se----

No.....oh no....Oh no.....

Each move was a dagger to his heart. So painful to watch..

"Oh professor.....oh no...." Where was the headmistress? Someone needed to save this man from himself.

In true Ilvermorny fashion, they were the life of the party. The sixth year was so so so so happy right now - giddiness was practically seeping from his pores - and even the terrible food couldn't get him down. He looked over to (Bentley??? He was named after a car?? So bougie.) the boy who was trying to ruin the groove of their party, because yes this had turned into quite the event. "Listen, man, the Lion's Den of Champions needs entertainment. Professor Poncho is delivering, don't ruin our vibe." He gave him a confused look and took another sip of pumpkin juice. "It's Khalil, by the way." Because just calling him "American" was rude. Were all the Brits like this?

As he surveyed the table, everyone seemed to be enjoying themselves. Excellent. "Man, listen, this song is a CLASSIC, we gotta keep it on. Who cares, the beat goes hard." Which was the whole point. He cast a glance towards Dalia who was being perfectly perfect and smiled her way as he watched her move. He fell in love all over again. "Beyoncé? We should play her next!" A party wasn't a party if the Queen of Music wasn't playing. It was law. Will was doing that thing Will did and Khalil, predictably, did what he was known to do: act up. "Shuddup, don't expose me to everyone, that's rude," he stared at his friend - who was really his brother, Will just needed to accept it - and started grinning. He knew that look, he knew exactly what Will was going to do, but Khalil reminded himself that he would have to deal with that later because Will was being terribly WILL right now and it was irking him. "Bruh, what are you doinnnnnnnn?" Dalia the goddess was being generous and offering seats, so he shot a look at Will that said: get back over here you nerd and kept jamming to the music.

It seemed that Professor Poncho was in rare form tonight - Khalil appreciated his vitality and enthusiasm - and he clapped his hands and laughed (head tilted back and everything) as the old man continued to bust a move. "You are certifiably authentic, man," he said, amusement plastered all over his face. Isaiah and Irene were going to dance, and the cogs in Khalil's mind started to tinker and move quickly. "Impromptu dance party," he said to the group. "Everyone's gotta dance on the table or ELSE. Consequences." And he was always good on his word. He motioned for everyone to get it together and cut loose even more because the Brits were really raining on his parade and he didn't bring an umbrella. He addressed the group again, "Up up up," and took Dalia's hand in his as he stood up. "We're gettin' straight ignant, girl," and joined the others on the table, tugging Dalia along with him.

He looked over to the gloomy blue table and caught sight of Madelyn. Because he was such a great friend, he cupped his hands over his mouth and called out to her, "Ayyyyy, Madelyn, come over here to the winning team." The Lion's Den was lit. And, because he was so in tune with Ms. Pretty-Pretty, he caught her staring - be still his beating heart! - and he smirked in her direction. He had the good sense not to call out to her, but the temptation was there. He was okay with the song changing, because Happy was another great classic. He bobbed his head to the beat, not caring if they were disrupting dinner or not. How could they eat when the music was sooooo great?

Ezra was trying to say hi to all of his classmates who wandered over - but some of them, like Will, were there one second and gone the next. Same with some of the Hogwarts students. Likely going to mingle with some other houses. So instead they just got a little wave goodbye as they departed. They had all year to get acquainted after all!

"Hey Maddox!" he called to the OTHER Maddox who had shown up at the table. Melon? Weird nickname. Ezra chuckled and shook his head. "Nah, haven't seen anyone by that name," he spoke up. Although, it was very possible he HAD seen her in the crowd but not noticed. There were SOOOO many people around here, it was hard to keep track.

As long as they didn't get in trouble, Ezra could care less how loud they got, and Khaili was getting louder with each song. It was fun to watch though. When Happy came on, he had to admit...he started tapping his foot a bit. It was such an old song but damn was it CATCHY.

But he was NOT getting him dancing or singing any time soon. NOPE. He'd die before he started dancing and even though, he was going to be sure he came back as a ghost to stop any embarrassment that might befall his old body.

OOOOOH LOOOOK! One of his fellow Pukwudgies! Ezra stood up and grinned, waving her over. "Hey Irene!" he called. Out of all the Ilvermorny kids, Ezra was definitely most comfortable -and talkative - around those from his own house. Especially Irene cause she was pretty but also nice and her friend Aurora was also hotttttt.

Ezra noticed another girl coming nearby (Watson) - a quiet one, like himself, so he instantly felt for her - and she looked like she ran in to someone. It was hard to tell amongst the crowd. "You ok there?" he asked her with a smile.

"Seems that way, yeah," Ezra said with a grin to Louise as she came over to join them. For some reason, he thought the older girl might turn up her nose at all the noise - but no, she was going to join them! WOO HOOOO! She was by far one of the like, most mature, responsible students out of all of them, so if they had her approval, things would be ok.

His thoughts were rudely interrupted though when FLYING BREAD ROLLS hit him in a face! He blinked and then turned, chuckling when he saw a girl (Daisy) wearing green robes talking to him. A PRETTY girl. ALL the Hogwarts girls were turning out to be super pretty, this wasn't fair..."Um, yeah, pretty much. They're showing off JUSTTT a bit though," he assured her. Key words - a BIT. This was still pretty much their normal selves. "And thanks, I'm Ezra," he added when she welcomed him to the school. This was good, he had the impression that some of the Hogwarts kids didn't want them there...

Oh hey! Kathleen had joined the party as well! Ezra grinned at his fellow Pukwudgie and shrugged. "No idea - hopefully somewhere FUN though. Not like the dungeons. Can you believe they make some of their students sleep in the DUNGEONS?" he asked her with a whisper, raising an eyebrow. That was totally barbaric! But at the same time...maybe they liked it down there? No one seemed to be complaining all that much about it.

ANNNND ANOTHER pretty Hogwarts girl. Ezra shot a grin at the girl who introduced herself as Charlotte. "Nice to meet you! And thanks for having us - although I guess you guys didn't get a say in it," he chuckled. He was slowly starting to ease up a bit here. It just took him a moment...it was hard NOT to feel more relaxed after all this music and shouting and all around FUNNNNN.

Mel appeared at the table moments after her cousin’s questioning her location…oh hey, MADDOX WAS HERE! She couldn’t help but grin when she saw Ava giving her aid…”Hey Ava,” she grinned at her, ”she’s my cousin – Maddox” Mel grinned before spotting the boy that was eyeing and pouting at her cousin…what was his problem? Did he…OH.

”I think your boyfriend is staring at you,” she hissed under her breath before dropping down and giving her cousin a quick hug before forcefully pushing her closer to the boyfriend in question.



Mel’s friend seemed nice and Doxy was about to respond when Mel appeared and filled Ava in on her introductions. ”yep, we used to live together…she’s technically my aunt fluke thing of my dad having me before my grandparents had her,” she laughed and eyed Mel as she mentioned boyfriends…boyfriend? Did Mel have a…

Snow!

Wait…He was pouting at her? Mad’s questioned when she spotted her…Louise was there…merlin, this was awkward hadn’t Louise like hated her for like a week or maybe a little longer than a week after she and Snow had started dating? Something like that.

She didn’t want to trouble herself with trivial matters after all, Snow…he was great and she loved him and was well, sure things would work out. No meddling would break their solid thing up. ”Snowy!” Mads grinned up at him her eyes almost imediatelly softening into their usual doe like look that they seemed to don whenever her was near. ”This is Mel! I wanted you to meet her! She’s family…and this here is her friend Ava right? Its ava right? I don’t want to be flubbing names from the start I’m notorious for it.” she glanced over to Ava fore the briefest of moments before she felt Mel’s hands shoving her closer to Snow.

Wow…that was a lot of shoving so much so that the Wampus girl had nearly fallen off of the bench.


After the dirty work of shoving Madds over to her boyfriend Mel couldn’t help but laugh when she heard the Ilvermorny boy tell Bentley he was being a buzzkill. ”Cool name Khalil! I’m Melbourne” she grinned at the boy in question…leaning toward the group and watched as he turned Ace’s mention of dancing…. ”c’mon Professor Meyers dancing isn’t bad he’s having fun…you should have fun Bentley,” Mel sighed at the gryffindor boy and gave him her usual mischievous smirk.

When Khalil suggested Beyonce Melbourne couldn’t help but bounce practically bounce out of her seat and look over to the American boy in question. ”Yaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaas she’s like THE immortal queen…her and Stevie Nicks in my opinion,” Mel admitted with a grin. Turning her gaze over toward Hufflepuff for a moment Mel just glanced over to Carl and debated heading over to the Hufflepuff table to meet the Ilvermorny visitors over there…but, Gryffindor was fun…but she wanted to go talk to Carl and still a part of her wanted to go over and bug Hadley and Kirk….but Beyonce and dancing and ugh this was hard.


Maddox grinned over to Ezra and chuckled, ”I found her,” Doxy grinned at Ez and chuckled, ”this is her…you ugh probably can see how the nickname fits eh?” Mads chuckled only to get a swift elbow to her stomach. ”how’d you like it here so far?” she asked with a big from on her face.

Crowds were not Sam's thing, and anyone who knew her was well aware of that. But, she was here, and she was watching the goings on. She didn't have family in the US, heck, she hadn't even been out of the UK. Though, looking at certain people she was sort of glad that she couldn't get pulled into the family drama, but well, it did look like her cousin was drowning. "Ace" she half shouted over the commotion. "Need any help?"

And there was a fellow pukwudgie calling out her name! Ezra was here too. She had lost track of him before. "EZRA!" she practically squealed and nearly hugged him tightly but she had to restrain herself because there were so many people and she was afraid of accidentally hitting someone with her spazzing. Instead, she sang out to him with a question. "How are you? Have you seen Aurora? I'm afraid I lost her in all of this and got carried away," she explained as she looked a little sheepish. Where was Aurora? She glanced up and directed her gaze at the four other tables. Nope. Her friend wasn't seated in the sea of yellow..... or blue.... GREEN. Aha. Gotcha! "Oh by Scamander's suitcase... She's with Kyle, Jesus, and.... and" She turned more pale. The she-witch. The Veela.

And MADDOX WAS HERE TOO?! "Maddox" she's chuckled at his comment about the ukulele. "I know it's a shame. Maybe they have a music room with one in it?" Or she could probably order one online too? She wondered if they had mailboxes here. Hmmmmmmm... Would amazon deliver to the oweries?

Now she had only been joking about using the table to get up and dance on so when Isaiah stood up on his seat, she was a little taken aback. His nerve was something to be admired. It made him cuter for sure. Irene smiled just a little more when Isaiah took her hand and helped her up onto the table. She giggled. "I like the way you think, Isaiah," she said, feeling a little nervous when their fingers touched. She was generally a huggy person but perhaps it was a mix of being in a new place that made her nervous or maybe it was because that she and Isaiah were going to be dancing. Heh. Either way she was having a blast. Without being prompted, she began dancing to the beat (she LOVED dancing) and then reached out to grab Isaiah's hand. "Want to spin?" she winked.

Then she heard Khalil coaxing the others to dance. YAAAAAAAS. EVERYONE SHOULD DANCE AND HAVE FUN LIKE THE PROFESSOR, ISAIAH, and HER. Smirking at his comment at consequences, she shook her head slightly. "You heard the man. Let's dance. This is a party right? Last time I checked the definition of a party, it had an event of fun. And dancing is fun so dance. Don't be afraid to truly express yourself!" She smiled, waving her hands, trying to get more people to join. "Come on! It's fun!!" Her eyes landed on Erza and she smirked briefly. Maybe she could even get him to dance. Teehee. She'd work on it with Isaiah.

It looked like as one person left, another one arrived. Daisy waved goodbye to Dora and with that same wave, waved hello to Bentley; at least until he ignored her. She frowned in the direction of the boy and hmpfed under her breath. Lions and strangers? What was he even implying there? Anyway, it didn't matter. His hotel didn't allow dogs. How terrible a person could he be? Not to mention, of course, the other stuff that Daisy was trying to come to terms with because someone had told her she was being a bit of a hypocrite. Not that they had used those words, but anyway.

"Sunglasses Boy." She turned to look back at the responsible for all this ruckus and frowned. A frown, not a glared, despite it being what she actually wanted to do. Did the Americans not believe in eating in peace and quiet? "Yeah? Well, maybe I want to open it." She didn't want to open anything with him, thank you very much, but that seemed nicer than what she actually had had in mind to say. Professor Myers was still around, there were certain things she couldn't allow herself to say. So she turned to the girl near him, enthusiastically introducing herself as Kathleen. Despite her previous feelings towards their visitors, she couldn't prevent a small chuckle to escape at how fast the girl talked. "Hi, Kathleen. I'm Daisy Carden." She nodded her head towards the little man sitting at her left. "This right here is Abey Botros. I hope England .." She frowned at herself and shook her head. "Or well, Scotland, doesn't disappoint."

Probably would, if they were all like Sunglasses Guy, let's be real.

Oh, thank Merlin Noelle, the Prefect, was here to welcome the guests. Daisy smiled at her and tried to return to her food. Welp. Not yet, it seemed.

The guy with the white hair - Snow, she had heard him say to Levi - seemed to be really into his hair. It wasn't a weird thing at all, not with the way it looked, but Daisy smiled softly at the sight of him running his hands through it. "Don't worry about that, it looks great as it is. I'm Daisy, by the way." So sociable, so polite. She reached for her goblet with her free hand but as soon as it touched her lips, someone else was talking to her and she felt her eye twitch nervously as she set the goblet back down on the table. It wasn't that she minded, but she was thirsty. "Welcome to Hogwarts, Irene!" She did blink at her question, though, because she couldn't remember ever having been asked that. How odd. Still, not as odd as some of her classmates. "Uhm. Falmouth, Cornwall. Have you heard of it?" Probably not, let's be real. "How about you? Where are you from?" New York? Los Angeles? Other places she knew the name of but that was sort of it? Or actually -- hmm, Daisy wondered if it was rude to assume she was from Hawaii simply because of the ukelele thing? Quite possibly. Moving on, then.

At least the bread guy (Ezra) wasn't upset at her and Daisy waved at him with a smile. One eyebrow raised at his words and she made of show of looking around at the Ilvermornies dancing and climbing onto the table. During a feast. She turned back to him and chuckled. ""Just a bit, eh? It's nice to meet you, Ezra. I'm Daisy." She felt Abey link their arms together and glanced at the boy for a second with a confused expression before turning back to the American. "How are you finding the castle so far?" Not that they had seen much yet, but still. Small talk was a hard art to master.

Especially with a second year clinging to you. "You okay there, AB?" Her hand emerged from its spot under the table and moved to the boy's forehead. She didn't really know why she was doing it, but her Mum always used to do it whenever she was upset so -- eh, it was worth something? Maybe. Anyway, the hands on ears thing was clearly easily understood and Daisy found herself turning once again to face Professor Myers. "Professor!" She called out, watching in honest terror as he ... moved. What if he broke a hip?! She cleared her throat and tried again. "Deputy Headmaster!" Yeah, Sir. You. "While we're all very glad that our guests are so happy--" Was the eye roll she was trying not to do audible in her voice? Just a bit? Okay. "-- shouldn't we be getting ready to listen to the Headmistress' announcements? Also we're trying to eat." And there were people on the table. She glanced at the second year next to her for a second before returning her attention to the Herbology Professor. "Also, Sir. Mr. Botros might not be feeling too good." Remember him?

It seemed to Dalia that students at Hogwarts embarrassed easily. She wondered if that was a cultural thing. You know, something that went hand in hand with their love of bitter leafy tasting tea, passive aggressiveness, and monochromatic wardrobes. There was very little energy invested in thinking this matter any further. After all, she was busy spooning bits of mashed potato and vegetables into her mouth while simultaneously dancing to the latest switch in music.

"I need Beyoncé, like, yesterday," she told Khalil loudly over the music and settled down her fork. She was done trying to eat with all this commotion and the hot sauce was starting to get a bit much for her after so many bites. Will was taking his sweet time making up his time. She offered her lap twice. What else was she supposed to do? Beg?

Or dance. That seemed the other choice.

Now she was up on the table, and she was up against Khalil's body. The music was playing, and her feet followed the beat. Professor McRhythmless was putting on a good show and Dalia couldn't help but laugh. She clapped and encouraged him before turning her attention back on Khalil for a little bit. She held on to Khalil's hand and with her free one she tried to wave Will on to the table.

"Now now! Don't just sit there. You came all the way here only to get lost and sit?"

Will didn't make it more than a few steps before the delightful Miss Dalia was inviting him back to sit next to her. Not that there was much room with the way the red team and the Ilvies were squished all in together, but he could figure out a way to fit. Since he was invited and all.

Will lurked all awkwardly, arms akimbo and he surveyed Dalia's spot at the table. "You're offering up something you don't have, kid." To emphasize his point, he turned and wiggled his rear into the space between her and the person on the other side. Not enough room. Unless she was serious about him sitting in her lap.

Khalil got a look for his trouble. Exposing each other was the name of the game. Brothers protected each other against harm and yet constantly mortified each other. He'd know... he had three, not including Khalil. For good measure, Will did a little Single Ladies booty shake. "I'll expose us all, man. You think any of us are good at subtlety? You're literally competing with yourself for biggest splash."

She had grabbed her pom poms and had come over to the lion table after Khalil had called out to her. How she even heard him over the music was a question, but the fact she had been staring at him probably helped. Though her eyes moved to the snake table for just a glimpse to see if it was truly a certain person over there. Quickly looking back at all the crazy going on at this table Madelyn hoped she made the right choice to come over.
She didn't want the other school to think she was rude or anything, but she had been invited over by Khalil so of course, she wouldn't say no.

"Hey Y'all"

She beamed and waved the pom poms around, because of course, she would have brought them. She was getting a cheer club together to cheer on their competitors here.The uniforms she had come up with were almost done and Blakeney was helping so it was sure to be great.

Looking at Khalil she grinned, "You called?"

Melanie had her wand drawn as she approached the Gryffindor table like a dementor with her robe billowing behind her. It was too chaotic for her head; where to start? Mr. Khalil Jordan would be a good irksome thing to deal with first.

"First of all, Jordan, you do not yell across the hall like that. You are a guest. You must behave like one," she gritted her teeth as she glared into his very soul through those windows of eyes. Who was he even yelling at? Madelyn? "Secondly," she began, "You can have this - " she summoned the radio to her, jabbing the OFF button hard - ow? - and glared. "Later. And even then, that's only a possibility, not a positively. You do not want detention in a million year old castle next to a spooky, enchanted forest, do you? Or the black lake?" she raised an eyebrow.

Then, she rounded on her Ilvermorny students as a whole. "SIT. NOW."

With a tap of her wand to the table top, all of the chairs of people standing (her Ilvermorny babies, not the others) suddenly scooted outward. Melanie gave a wave, and the chairs scooted in, hopefully forcing her students on their bottoms as they did so. Picture Beetlejuice dinner scene, here. "Eat. I'm sure the Hogwarts' headmistress will be speaking to us soon." She wanted to cringe, but she didn't. She merely swept the table with an icy look.

She noticed a small first year or so? Hogwarts student looking terrified. [Abey]. Perhaps the music was just too loud. Regardless, his hands were over his ears. She leaned over, slightly, and pulled a hand off his ear. "It's okay, darling. The loudness is gone." She managed a genuine smile before straightening and eyeing daggers at Irene Avery. The girl was so loud, dancing so obnoxiously. She supposed it was a good thing her students were happy; that was great! But it was not appropriate for this feast of sorts. Especially not when there were important announcements to be made. Her sneer in the deputy's direction was not hidden. "Sir, I believe your headmistress would like you to be seated, please." The words were never explicitly given to her by Regina, but she knew. Regina probably hated this as much as she did.

Before she made her way back to the staff dias with the boombox, she turned over her shoulder. "We can dance in our 'living quarters' later. Promise." Melanie liked dancing, too. She did set the boombox in front of Khalil once more. For the love of Merlin, do not turn it back on, child.

Another cute Hogwarts girl was introducing herself - Melbourne? - and Khalil returned her smile with one of his own. "Melbourne? Like the place? Niceee." She could hang. With a cool name like that? How could he not hang around with her. Plus, she was a Beyoncé fan, like, this was a fated meeting. Irene and Isaiah were doin' their thing, so Khalil made sure that he was also doin' his thing as well. It was only right; they were going to finish up the night with a bang. If Baegina thought she was going to give a stuffy speech about nonsense while the Ilvermorny Squaaaad™ was there, then she had another thing coming.

Eyebrows girl was really, reaaaally being a drag. It was hard to like her - she was hot but she was so lame - and she kept giving off confusing vibes. He shook his head and shrugged at her. "You do whatever you want, Eyebrows. It's a free country." Wait...was it? He didn't know. Scotland was a strange place; weren't they always fighting some war or something? And to add insult to injury, the Eyebrows was doing the absolute MOST and trying to dry snitch but Khalil wouldn't stand for it. "Hey, don't be lame, we're just having fun, right?" he turned to the others; he was fairly certain they'd all agree. "I'm shocked you guys don't...have music playing when you eat, like, what do you do...just...sit in silence???" It was shocking, absurd, and very strange. Maybe coming to Hogwarts was a bad idea after all. At Will's comment, Khalil could only laugh (loudly, of course) and clapped his hands at the truthfulness of the statement. All of that didn't matter, anyway, because Dalia was getting with it and Khalil was happy and Will was finally being his true, free self.

It was all so very beautiful, so very American. He loved it. And it got even more beautiful when the very lovely, very sweet Madelyn joined with her pretty little pom poms and Khalil - for what felt like the umpteenth time that day - fell in love. Wiggling his brows briefly, the corners of his lips curved upwards, and he extended a hand to one of his favorite girls, but was rudely interrupted by the ever-so-alluring disciplinarian, Ms. Pretty-Pretty. Yikes. Khalil froze, like a deer in headlights, and remained speechless (momentarily) as she started her verbal beat down. "Professor Williams," he said smoothly, trying his best to sound innocent, "I figured we needed to show the host school a little Ilvermorny spirit." A sheepish grin followed his statement, but he knew that it was too late to soothe the dragon that was Melanie Williams. Yikes. Yikes. Yiiiiiiiiiiiikes. He wondered how long they would be able to get away with all their shenanigans and as Professor Williams continued doing what she did best, Khalil shot the Eyebrows girl a look as if to blame her. If she wasn't so negative then they could've kept having fun.

The sixth year knewww not to say anything when Ms. Pretty-Pretty was on a roll, she he pressed his lips together, tried not to smile - she looked so radiant, even in all her anger - and kept nodding. He wanted to say that he wouldn't have minded detention here, but...figured that it was best to keep quiet. And because she asked so nicely, Khalil hopped off the table and placed his dainty derriere into his seat, though he winked at Madelyn and offered for her to come sit with him. Although she returned the radio, Khalil pocketed it, and waited for Ms. Pretty-Pretty to be a little further away before he addressed the group again. "Crazy right?" His grin was anything but apologetic, as he always had a backup plan. "A cappella time." He turned to Dalia briefly, "What do you say? Maybe something light and upbeat to get them back in the groove?" Because Professor Williams specifically said to sit and he was pretty sure she didn't want them to play music out of the radio, BUT she didn't say anything about not singing. Loopholes were great.

In the most ridiculous fashion, Khalil started banging out another beat on the table, not caring if the Brits wanted a quiet meal or anything. This night was in honor of Ilvermorny (right???) so, might as well make the best of it. He decided to go for a Katy Perry classic, something he was pretty sure everyone needed to hear right now in their time of oppression - the oppressor being the staff on the dias - because Saint Khalil always delivered what the people wanted. "Do you ever feeeeeeeeeeeeeel, like a plastic baaaaag, drifting in the wind, wanting to start agaiiiiiiin," he sang, not caring if Williams number two came back or not. He hoped that the rest of them didn't chicken out; they were all in this together.

Welp. Irene should have known that Professor Williams would have come over to tell them all off for their behavior. And the glance that Williams gave her chilled Irene to her very bones. Yiiiiiikes. She's got chills now and they're multiplying. Irene gazed down at her hands, feeling truly like a child being told off for throwing a tantrum or not sharing a toy with a sibling.

Part of her wished to pout and fight back, claiming that they were only embracing the Hogwarts way as Professor Myers and the Hogwartians had started the party. However, she knew such a remark would be futile and wouldn't earn her any mates so instead she glanced down at her feet and then slowly returned to her seat. Once in her seat, she rested her chin on her hand. She was Irene Avery and she should have known better. Silly girl. She oughtn't let herself get carried away like that.

Her mood lightened when Professor Williams left with a promise to let them party in their own room later. Why not all together? She wondered if they could invite some of their new friends? She leaned over to Isaiah and said, "You still owe me half a dance, Isaiah." Irene definitely didn't plan on losing the chance to dance.

Her gaze turned to Khalil and she stared at him stunned by his words momentarily before smiling a little more when he stated singing Katy Perry's Firework. "Did you know you could just keep repeating the first line of the song over and over again and it works?" she said. Do you ever feel, like a plastic bag, like a plastic bag, like a plastic bag. Do you ever feel like a plastic bag, like a plastic bag, like a plastic bag. She chuckled as she sang it in her head. "We just have to be much quieter."

Okay, so she HAD heard of the city that Daisy was from but don't ask her to show it on a map because that would practically be like throwing darts at a dartboard while being blindfold. It wasn't a good match, y'know? "Vermont!" It was much easier than going into specific towns that she assumed Daisy wouldn't have heard of.

Isaiah was having fun dancing with Irene. And it seemed they had started a trend, because now Khalil was, well, ordering that everyone else get up and dance too. He hoped that his brother was listening and having a bit of fun. It would have been easy to look and check but there were two reasons why he couldn't. One, it was taking almost all of his focus to maintain his coordination. And two, little brothers are not as important as dancing with pretty girls. So his attention remained focused on Irene as they danced on that table. And then she was requesting to spin and Isaiah was all for that but before he could reply their party was being interrupted.

Of course a professor would shut them down. Of course it was Williams. This time, when they were ordered to sit, he chose the other side of the table, and a spot next to his lovely dance partner. "To be continued." He winked. Williams had said they could dance more later. In their living quarters, wherever that may be.

Just as she came over, just as Khalil was offering his hand to her the professor came over. Madelyn through her pom poms behind her back and turned even redder than she already was. She didn't want to get into any trouble and she didn't want to ruin their feast. All of the sudden the chairs were being pulled out and they were being made to sit. She looked around at everyone before taking a seat. Her pom poms for now went to her feet.


Khalil started talking and Madelyn just watched as he tried to smooth things over. Ilvermorny spirit? Goodness, she wasn't sure about that, but if he said so. She'd never admit to the group she felt it was a bit much even for them because that wasn't fitting in and that's all she wanted at the moment was to fit in and of course look good in front of Khalil. "The Cheer club has been working on some cheers we could do if you'd like professor." They really hadn't practiced that much since shew as still trying to get the club going, but her and Blakeney could do some if needed.


Once the professor had moved away she looked at everyone. "She did say there could be dancing once this is over." That was a plus, wasn't it? She heard Khalil start singing and she giggled a bit, but her eyes looked toward the staff table. "You are going to bring her back."

Olivia likes his song selection? She gets a thumbs up for that. And this isnt even his wireless. Just imagine what other tunes he's got in store in his own playlist.

Irene made him smile. Its nice to be liked, although he had to blink for a split second because he thought she swore at him. "Pleased to meetcha Irene! 'Name's Tenacius Salander. At your service." and he made a small bow.

Oh do they have a new addition? Despite the ruckus, the Gryffindor Ace still managed to see the newcomer (Ambrosia) making herself comfortable on the table "Hey there welcome to Gryffindor!"

Someone was yelling out his petname. See if that had only remained a fam n' friends use only he'd think of only a handful of people and it would be easy to find them. But everyone calls him this now, and it took him a while to figure out who it was-- "SAM!" he waved her over. "Guests!" he gestured at all these cranberry-robed shenanigans who are now DANCING on the table. And he really REALLY wants to join them. But first "--Grab something to eat before the elves say they're out of food." Because hey that could happen. As for the help-- "Wanna rep the Lions because its looking like we could be headed for a dance off." he laughed.

Aaaand another Ilvy lady gracing their presence (Madelyn) "Welcome to Gryffindor! I'm Tenaicus. Have you eaten?" Offer offer all the food before it runs out or the dancers kick it out.


-- And then A VOICE. And then MUSIC STOPS. Tenacius turned back towards the wireless-- uhoh, an Ilvermorny Prof who ISNT the Moxinator. Which means party hat off, badge on. Sighs.

And because scary Ilvy Prof made like a dog trainer and told them all to sit, he cleared his throat and offered a hand to anyone still on the table and helped them down.

And then now an immediate concern arose as the William's command still hung in the air.... do they even have enough space to sit? Maybe magic can take care of this, but just in case he's giving up his spot and will remain standing "Hey guys free seat right here, to anyone who needs it."

A smile for Ace. Since he had Happy, she wondered what other songs he had..... Hmm.. "What other songs do you have on your playlist?" Meanwhile she noticed Irene getting SUPER friendly with some of her fellow Gryffindors (one of which caused her to raise a suspicious eyebrow) and a few Illvermonies. Hmm..

Olivia turned to see an Illvy boy (Ezra) asking her if she were okay. Was he also quiet around large crowds? Sometimes Olivia joined in but it was only when she felt comfortable. "Yes! I'm alright. Just ran into one of my housemates. I wasn't paying attention and tripped," she explained with a small chuckle. "Welcome to Hogwarts. I'm Olivia." With that, she began to hold her hand out towards him to shake when chaos itself erupted.

Oh Merlin.

She just stood there and watched chaos. People danced on the table. Then an Illvermorny Professor came over and told them all off sternly even Professor Myers. Olivia had to restrain herself from telling her off for being rude to Professor Myers. Now was not the time nor place. She silently fumed and took a sip of pumpkin juice from the goblet in front of her.

Well now that was an image, Dalia. Maddox laughed and started imaging said bikini. Ok, that was a lot better than a flag. Wait a sec when did Ambrosia get here. It was not his fault for ignoring everyone else. It was a party at this table and Khalil brought the music. So, of course, he was here "Ambrosia don't sneak up on someone like that. And of course, i would. I have never been to this school before. So obviously". Well now things were getting more fun and people dancing on tables. Maddox was, of course, enabling it all and stood up to get on the table.

DID THIS SCHOOL HAVE A MUSIC ROOM???

Because if it did he would find it eventually and see if it did have a ukuele.

Also why did Khalil always get the cool nicknames? Sunglasses Boy was a good one. And thumbs up to whenever they wanted to play Beyonce. The Queen needed to be played. Uh-oh what did they do to have Williams 2 come over and she was strict as ever. Down he sat. You dont mess with her when she is like this.

Uh where was their living quarters and you bet they were going to dance there. Just depends on who is there.

"Do you ever feeeeeel, feeeel so paper thin. Like a house of cards one blow from caaaaaving innnnnn"

He would have picked Roar but this was good too.

Now someone else had to join in. No more dancing. But Williams did not say they had to stop singing. Just stop being so loud.

People were ignoring her, and Ambrosia had already begun wondering exactly how she could change that. Aside from using her unique ability to gain attention that was. If the she!Williams was annoyed with the music and table dancing, she was fairly certain a panther in the middle of Hogwarts’ little feast would be frowned upon. It was much more fun to stay under the radar, but also not completely ignored. Even if she hadn’t actually gotten up from her seat on the table when others had begun dancing. So there. She was sitting. It wasn’t her fault that there wasn’t enough space on the actual seats, and nobody had offered to help with the situation. Plus, it wasn’t as if she was actually sitting on any of their precious plates or anything either.

She had given the curly-haired Hogwarts boy a grin as he had welcomed her to the table, though. “Much appreciated,” she said lightly, even as she had continued to watch the lecture. And the order to take seats, which once again, was a bit more problematic than their professor seemed to realize and it wasn’t her fault the table was the popular one. But okay then, she’d find her way onto the bench, squeezing in next to Maddox even as he had spoken to her. “You know it’s only you I enjoy sneaking up on,” she pointed out with a nudge. “All you have to do is a bit of exploration. Or have someone who can sometimes see in the dark on your side.” Considering feline characteristics, after all.

And Khalil had, obviously, found a way around their little stereo ban, which made another grin cross her face. She wasn’t surprised in the least by who had chosen to accompany him, either. Even if she could think of plenty of better Katy Perry songs.

“Do you ever feel already buried deep. Six feet under, screams but no one seems to hear a thing.”

"'M'okay," Abey said back to Daisy, because even though he had his hands over his ears and the music was blaring, he could still sort of hear people talking around him. He did also end up talking a bit louder though, because noise. "It's just a lot." A lot of a lot. A lot of people. A lot of things happening. A lot of headache.

Also, Abey really really REEEEEEALLY LIKED DAISY, okay? And not as in he like liked her or anything like that, but he just really liked her and the way she let him literally hang off of her arm and didn't get even a bit bothered by it and was always mega mega nice and WOULD EVEN FEEL HIS FOREHEAD TO CHECK HE WAS OKAY. It was good because Abey did often worry that he was bothering everyone else or being a pain or really really annoying.

Which may well have been the case today with most of the people at the Gryffindor table, because Abey could tell that Daisy was trying to get the party to quiet down because of HIM. But.......... he also selfishly did want the music to stop, because even though he WASN'T panicking yet, it felt like it might start happening soon, sooooooo he didn't really do anything to stop her trying to get Professor Myers' attention...

...... speaking of........ that man had some moves, didn't he? Abey staaaaared that way, until suddenly THERE WAS SOMEONE NEW HERE, one of the other visiting professors, who didn't look like she was someone to be crossed.

And then, there it was... quiet. Sort of quiet. When the almost-scary professor leaned over and pulled Abey's hand off of his ear and smiled at him real nice like, Abey flashed her a very grateful smile in return. "Thank you," he said, quite shyly, and wishing he had paid attention to the woman's name... not that he could remember if he'd even heard it yet so far.

Once she had gone, Abey took both his hands away from the side of his head and, now that both his arms were free to hug at will, he turned and gave Daisy a big hug of gratitude. "And thank YOU." This was much better actually; even though there was singing now, everything felt less like it was attacking him from every angle.

At LAST, Abey had his hands free. Now he needed to EAT EVERYTHING before all the food had a chance to disappear. As he loaded up his plate, he looked over at the Ilvermorny kids who were still singing. "What's that song?" he asked nobody in particular - but let's face it, probably Daisy actually - as he kept piling yorkshire puddings onto his plate.

Seriously Tenacius, guests? Sam rolled her eyes, being fully aware of the guests. The ones who were currently stomping all over their table, which happened to be incredibly rude. What in the name of Merlin were these people thinking? She didn't mind the music, the tunes were kinda cool, but the dancing made her want to stick close to her cousin. At his words though, she shook her head. “Not on your life. I'd sooner face off against a mummy.”

When the Ilvermorny Professor came down on the table, she caught one look at the woman's face, and knew they were in for trouble. Except she wasn't exactly yelling at the Gryffindors, which was a new feeling. However, she did make unwelcome remarks to their awesome Herbology Professor. Cutting a look at the curly haired prefect, she uttered aloud, “Well that lady is terrifying.”

Now she had Isaiah siting next to her. And he had promised to continue their dancing. It was unfair that he was so smooth... Yes! She beamed when he took a seat next to her. She liked it when people seemed to like hanging out with her. Sometimes (all the time) she was a social butterfly. Irene turned to face the curly haired Prefect, Tenacius, who was at her service. He bowed to her. What a gentleman! She could get used to this. Irene smiled, enjoying the attention that was placed upon her. She felt very special. Being the youngest child, she craved the attention but would never openly admit that she did. That would be incredibly unclassy of her. Psh. "A true gentleman," she said, standing up to offer him a graceful curtsy. "Perhaps you can help me navigate Hogwarts." She smirked at the girl's (Olivia) reaction and simply nodded to her before retaking her seat next to Isaiah.

As soon as she sat down, Headmistress Hawthorne began speaking and then the Book flew around the room, searching and searching. It stopped on her. Her mouth dropped and she looked genuinely surprised that the book at chosen her. "Me?" she whispered perhaps only loud enough for the people sitting next to her. She couldn't believe it. Wow. Wow. Wow. WOWWWWWW. This was AMAZING. And then Aurora was called. Lachlan... AND she even put on a gracious smile for when Valerie and her mates had their names announced. Irene would be a good sport and cheer them on even if she didn't like them. "Wow."

The Gryffindor table had become the sort of chaos that Levi reveled in simply because it meant he was not required to do nor say much. The Ilvermorny students seemed intent on leaving their mark today, and this was perfectly fine with the sixth year, for now; their need for music and noise seemed to be the type that could not be easily satisfied. They could be merry and free and whatever the hell else they felt like being; the Hogwarts castle and its secrets would probably, sooner rather than later, make one of its usual demonstrations to remind everyone just who--or what, really--ran the usual business in the Scottish highlands. He toyed with his food for a moment, before digging in, his head occasionally tilting to one side whenever one of the tunes coming from the boombox caught his attention.

"Hmm?" He said at Daisy, though his eyes had strayed to the Ilvermorny girl who'd addressed him before. "Oh, the song." He grinned, a little, the gesture only a touch unconsciously wolfish, even if his ears had reddened, a little bit. "The Spanish is too fast for me to get it. But I think I got a pretty good gist of it." Because he was an excellent friend, as far as he was concerned, Levi leaned in close and whispered it to Daisy.

Then he innocently went back to his food. The mashed potatoes, gravy, dinner rolls and roast chicken were calling his name. In between bites and gulps of pumpkin juice, the boy watched with clinical interest as Abey Botros decided to express his disapproval for the music and general ruckus in ways that Levi found slightly over the top, but who was he to judge, really? Daisy seemed to be intent on protecting him, so he left them to their own devices, until his friend decided to take matters into her own hands and alert Myers.

Well.

"That seems extreme," He repeated again, not for the first time, and largely to himself.

Evidently, one of the Ilvermorny professors disagreed. The woman had come in, finalized the music and coddled Abey in the process. Levi was still of the firm belief that this was a little extreme, even if yelling across the hall to beckon someone over was also extreme, but he could admire competency when he saw it. And this professor was competent the same way Hirsch and Stewart and even Headmistress Hawthorne was. And like Healer Reed, of course, but the man was mostly in a separate league from the other three.

Distractedly, Levi wondered if the other Ilvermorny professor was the same.

But he went back to his food, anyway, his plate almost empty. Dessert seemed like a good idea, so he merely pushed his plate away and reached for the kind of chocolate cake he'd have probably not been permitted to have at home. Certainly not a slice as big as the one he was about to get. He'd just have to run some extra laps the next day when he went out for his usual morning run with his usual group of people. Levi was still debating just how many laps, exactly, he'd need when Regina Hawthorne decided to demand everyone's attention and the boy was left with no choice but to sit back and listen.

She really knew how to command a room. Was that skill learned or something you were born with?

What the woman went on to say wasn't news, exactly, scholarship aside; most of these she'd already said a month ago. But what was interesting was the book she held and how it seemingly was a sentient thing, flying around the room presumably doing--whatever it was it did other than choosing. What were the parameters? How could it get that from just hovering over their heads? He supposed this was one of the reasons why Merlin was the epitome of Wizardry but Levi found it hard to just take things as they came without any given explaantions. This was not the way his brain was wired. What had Merlin done for him, personally, that he was to trust him so much? Other than numerous achievements in numerous fields, of course.

The choosing ceremony began as faster than he'd expected it to, and Levi blinked against the white light and the runic letters that gave way to names. The Ilvermorny ones completely unrecognizable, the Hogwarts ones, save for one or two, largely less so. His very own was a blur of letters and shapes that took a moment to settle in and by the time it did, the book was gone and Headmistress Hawthorne was back on her seat.

Something was churning in his stomach, and his chest felt like it was either catching fire or was about to. The back of his neck was unbereably hot, or maybe it was just that ants, ridiculously enough, had decided to take residence there. Which would be completely ridiculous because Levi was sure that by the time the entire colony of ants made it to his neck, he'd be dead. He didn't think this was entirely weird, at all; after all, it was beginning to feel like it was only a little bit difficult to breathe.

Palms sweaty, he pushed his goblet away and loosened the red and gold tie that suddenly felt very heavy around his neck. But Levi smiled, showing all his teeth and dimples, the way he figured a proud, excited chosen one might. Then, quite calmly, stood up.

"Excuse me," He said, to no one and everyone. The boy reached up to loosen his tie somewhere, as if that'd make it easier for air to make it to his lungs. He heard himself say, mouth moving in autopilot, "Must use the loo." And slipped out of the great hall.