One of the perks of being a sixth year student is, she could drop some lessons that she would not need (or fail at the OWL exams). At this time, Ava didn't have any lesson that she should attend and just enjoying her free period by sitting at Gryffindor table.

She flipped the magazine's page while sipping her tea. Ah, what a life. Ava did have some assignment that had waited to be done, but never in her life she worked on them unless it's closer to their deadline. Yeah, such a bad habit.

So yeah. Dora hadn't joined everyone on the pathways, but she had indeed watched through a window as the Ilvermorny folks arrived. To say it was interesting was an understatement. The red Volkswagen was a pretty legit mode of transportation!

Wandering into the Great Hall, the blonde smiled around before taking a seat near the middle of the table. Now. What was going on? AND THERE WAS FOOD!

NOMNOMNOM!

SO not only was the ride to Hogwarts terrible the WALK was even WORSE. Normally one to turn a negative situation into a positive one, was currently having a hard time wrapping his mind around the lameness that was Hogwarts. The sixth year had followed the crowd, shaking his head at all the medieval-styled decor, and continued to shake his head at the blandness of...everything. The Great Hall really wasn't so great after all.

He blinked several times, green eyes landing on the Table of Champions - aka the Lions Den, aka the Red Crown Jewel, aka the table that was clearly meant for the Ilvermorny students - and adjusted his shades, so that everyone could see just how important he was. He cleared his throat, pulled out his handheld, wizard radio - never left home without it! - and turned the volume up LOUD.

It was his gift to the Brits. He really needed to be canonized - Saint Khalil, if you will - as he was doing everyone a favor. "Now, this is how you make an entrance," he said, grinning as he leisurely walked to the table, with the American anthem (an iconic, classic: "Party in the USA",) blasting in the background (a theme song for all the Ilvermorny peeps to feel at home.) He slammed his free hand on the table dramatically, to announce his arrival, before having a seat.

AWWWWW YEAH

While nothing was really great about this hall. And Maddox was still trying to get over Blakeney jumping on his back randomly. Anyway. The place where they got sorted was a lot cooler and pretty mucher greater than this. It was okay. Was Louise still with him as his buddy because he was going to the table Khalil was at because look, he was already starting without him. PARTY IN THE USA

"SO I PUT MY HANDS UP. THEY'RE PLAYING MY SONG, THE BUTTERFLIES FLY AWAY. IM NODDIN MY LIKE YEEEAAAH. IM MOVIN MY HIPS LIKE YEEAAH!!!"


Maddox started singing along smiling as he took a seat next to him.

Now, this was an entrance.

Now hopefully the hand food he could actually eat.

Well this was exciting innit? A few hours ago the Curly Top thought this was just gonna be just like any other dinner with his housemates, but now they had guests! Ilvermorny guests! And his cousin is here AND he bested him in his own game haha!

Ahem. Rubbing that in would have to wait, because PARTY PEOPLE IN DA HAUS! The Gryffindor Ace bopped along to the beat, singing out the lyrics. Gosh he missed fellow Americans that knows how to PARTAY!

"Great tunes, what else you got there?" he asked the guy with the wireless. Did he get his name earlier? Because he must've missed it with all the excitement "I'm Tenacius by the way." he offered his hand to their guests.

As the loud Americans entered the Great Hall Dora merely arched a brow in their general direction. She appreciated exuberance, she did. And well maybe they could be friendly while they were crashing at the castle. Maybe.

But to honest, she found them to be a bit arrogant perhaps. Typical Americans, right?

Giving them a small smile she turned her attention back to her plate of food. Dora's didn't speak first, you see. But anyone was welcome to introduce themselves to HER. She wasn't in the mood to bother anyone just yet. Heh.

Ayyy, Maddox finally joined him. Now, all he needed was the others - he looked around for them, they probably didn't get the memo about red being for AMERICA - but before that, he chimed in along after Maddox.

"I GOT MY HANDS UP, THEY'RE PLAYIN MY SONG. I KNOW I'M GONNA BE OKAYYYY." He made a fist with his hand and alternated between banging on the table with his knuckles and fist in tandem with the music. "YEAHHHHHHHHH, IT'S A PARTY IN THE USA!" he belted shamelessly. Because, wow, it was so good to be American right now. He nodded at the kid sitting near them, "You've got great taste in music. Here," he slid the wizard radio over to him, "filter through and check it out." They were here to be friendly, right? And sharing was caring. "Sup Tenacius," he didn't shake the boy's hand - what was this??? a meeting with the president? - and instead took to giving him a light slap with his own hand. "Don't get formal with me, I'm not your boss or anything." Weirdo.

"I'm Khalil," he figured he might as well make himself known; he wanted his name to be in everyone's mouth by tomorrow evening. He looked over at the blonde girl sitting near them and flashed her a smile. "Sup girl, don't be shy, you should come and talk with us." Friendly friendly friendly. He looked down at the food and made a face, nudging Maddox in the process. "This is nasty," he said while simultaneously shaking his head and piling food onto his plate. "It needs help." And, wouldn't you know, Saint Khalil had exactly what that food needed. He fished around in his pockets and pulled out a small bottle of hot sauce. He generously shook the bottle over his plate and muttered under his breath about the audacity of Hogwarts.

Whoooooo were all these people all of a sudden? Okay so Char had kind of forgotten, for the moment, that there were Ilvermorny guests arriving, but she soon caught up once she had sat down in her usual spot only to find herself surrounded by a completely different uniform. The blonde smiled happily at the prospect of new friends and spoke up, addressing the new arrivals. "Welcome to Hogwarts! I'm Charlotte, if anyone needs anything just ask!"

Newfriendsnewfriendsnewfriends!

Looooool.

Dora wasn't SHY, she was merely observing. People watching was, after all, one of her favorite price past times. Heh. When the one American spoke to her she couldn't help but laugh. A good bit. In his general direction.

"Sup girl isn't a proper greeting, " she said in her slightly posh accent, but a smile stretched her lips nonetheless. "I'm Dora, by the way." She didn't offer a hand, but she offered a warm smile before looking at Char. Hehe. She was exuberant enough for the both of them, yes?

And now the other American got a smile. Introduce yourself?

Ok, all Ezra had to do was pick a table.

This was NOT that difficult.

Nope, it was the worst. THE ACTUAL WORST.

Ezra felt like he was being sorted all over again. Would he have to stick with this house his entire time here? He WOULD get to go mingle around with the other students later, right?

Despite not generally being one to gravitate towards LOUD, obnoxious people, he found himself...following the sound of singing. Not singing just anything either - Miley CYRUS.

Oh man. This was going to be NUTS.

Quietly sitting down and chuckling to himself as he witnessed his fellow classmates starting a full on PARTY at the - wait, which house had he even sat down at? He looked up at the banners hanging above his head. Ok. Gryffindor. He could work with this.

He smiled once it calmed down a bit and waved shyly. "Um, hi. I'm Ezra!" he piped up.

There. He'd spoken. Now what?

"IT'S A PARTY IN THE USA" One more time singing along. See if you want to be the center of the party you need some amazingly catchy tunes. Nothing beat Party in the USA for this. And seemed they weren't the only ones who appreciated it. NOW THAT WAS A NAME. Dont ask Maddox to ever get it right. Before you knew it he will be calling him Tenacious.

"Hey Tenacius. Maddox and just be warned he spelled it to only play the most American songs possible. All American for this trip"

He was probably kidding. Don't think there was anything to top Party in the USA but he would not be shocked. Look two more to add to the list. Did she really say if they need anything?

"Whats up im Maddox. When you say anything do you mean anything "

Excuse you, sup girl was totally a proper greeting with the food they had here. "Would Sup, Dora be better and hi Maddox at your service " Maddox took a look at it and looked around to see if anything he would find good was around. Maybe he should start with something to drink. That should be safe. He motioned for Erza to join them since more Americans the better.

Hogwarts? Dreary. Great Hall? Unimpressive. Food? Unappetizing.

Dalia Islas kept a mental checklist as time progressed. Hogwarts was always painted as such a great and fantastic thing. The only thing that was living up to its name at the moment was everyone's accents. A sigh dropped from her bow-shaped lips--quite dramatically. At least the unofficial anthem was playing.

Dalia squeezed in between Khalil and Maddox. She propped one elbow on Khalil as she sat on her knees on the bench seat. "Let me have those," she muttered snatching (delicately) the sunglasses Khalil was wearing. A hair flip and a flick of her wrist, she was sporting the sunglasses herself. "It's too neon white up in here. It hurts my eyes."

After a moment's pause she thought to look over at the girls on the table and nodded at them in greeting. "Hey. What's up?" Dalia reached over playfully and brought Maddox closer by wrapping an arm around his neck and roughly bringing him towards her. She squeezed him close to her. "This is Maddox and I'm Dalia. Don't mind Khalil. Sometimes his mouth breaks and he says stupid stuff."

There was clearly no need for introductions because Maddox also had a severe case of Acute Broken-Mouth-itis.

"Don't mind Maddox either. It's contagious sometimes but only between male species." Dalia flashed a big grin and wrinkled her nose at the girls before turning her head towards the direction of a squeak. Something like a mouse had made a noise. Her olive eyes scanned the table for a rodent but she only found a very timid looking boy who was very VERY familiar.
"You okay?" She asked him (Ezra).

Very well accompanied by her two Gryffindor favourites and holding onto them very tightly in case they somehow got separated by the crowd, Daisy made her way to the Gryffindor table to find what appeared to be the epicenter of chaos. Absolute mayhem. It appeared that Gryffindors had found their match and they came in the form of Americans. Very, very loud Americans singing a song she didn't recognise at all. Clearly, they did. There was singing and dancing and table banging involved and the ringleader appeared to be Sunglasses Guy. Who apparently had given his sunglasses to someone else. Who was wearing them. Indoors. When there were candles floating around. Honestly, staying quiet was not even an option right now. "Are the sunglasses your lucky charm or something?" She asked them, or no one, loudly, trying to be heard over the music and all the noise, as she tugged Levi and Abey further down the table. She looked back at them over her shoulder. "Pretty sure you can survive Scotland without them."

Maybe the sunglasses were their mascot? That was an American thing, wasn't it?

Finally, she released her hold on the boys, confident that she wouldn't lose them now (well, she was more concerned about Abey than Levi, to be fair) and smiled brightly at Dora and Charlotte. The Ilvermornies were sticking together so maybe they should too. And anyway, Tenacius, as a good Prefect, was already doing the welcoming thing. Like Levi had pointed out, that was kind of their duty. Or something like that. "Hey girls. This is really busy today, eh?" She casually commented, rolling her eyes at everything that was going on, and taking a seat in front of them. Leaving space each side of her for the boys, because she fully expected them to sit by her. She turned to Abey and smiled, patting the free spot on the beach. "This is better than the opening feast already, AB. We have food before speeches!" Clearly Hawthorne preferred Ilvermorny to Hogwarts. Daisy wasn't even that surprised, to be honest. "Levi." She looked up at the boy and nodded towards the wizard radio. "Think we can blast that thing without getting in too much trouble?" Actually. She twisted again on the bench, smiling sweetly at the Gryffindor girls.

"Dora, isn't blasting things into oblivion your speciality?"

This just kept getting better and better.

Dora shook her curls a bit as she watched the boys' antics. Looked quite fun, but she wasn't one to show out when her Headmistress was around and could put her in detention. Ahem.

But what was that? A softer voice? From an AMERICAN? This was new! Dora immediately turned a bit in her seat and offered him and smile. "Hey Ezra! I'm Dora. Welcome to Hogwarts, " she said sweetly. Not that she was particularly sweet, but she had a soft spot for meek people you see. But then a girl happened. Hmm. Dora didn't always get on well with girls... and she couldn't help but feel like the American was being a bit patronizing.

BUT being a good Hogwartian, she offered her a small smile. "I'm Dora and we can handle ourselves quite well. I assure you. "

"Sup Dora works, I reckon. And at my service, you say? That's saying a lot, " she said as she turned her attention to Maddox. Heh. She could put him to work if that's what he meant.

And then Daisy Carden happened! Dora quite liked the Slytherin even if Daisy didn't quite feel the same. SHE WOULD BEFORE IT WAS OVER WITH THOUGH. "Fire and destruction, yes. But not here. Patience, " she said with a wink. Yes all in due time! The Americans were in for quite a TREAT once all of their professors and Head people weren't around to watch them like hawks. Ahem.

Khalil's brows went alllll the way up as another blonde joined the table; he flashed her a pleasant smile. "Charlotte. Pretty name for a pretty girl," and then turned to, Dora? "Another pretty name for another pretty girl." Friendlyyyyy. He didn't think his day could get any more friendlier, but then Dalia came and plucked her dainty self in between him and Maddox - he wasn't complaining, how could he??? - and his lips tugged upward, into that smile that he reserved for her because she was the love of his life. At the moment, of course. "Anything for you, girl, you say the word and I'll jump like a dog." And he would, as long as it was worth his time and effort.

It was WEIRD not having his trademark sunglasses, but Dalia was delicate and he didn't think she'd break them. "She ain't wrong," he said in agreement, taking a bite out of the food before him. He winced, grimaced, shook his head, and tried it again. "Morgana be a fence," he said in disappointment, grabbing the bottle of hot sauce and dabbing it all over his food again. "Ay, Ezra, speak up, man, I don't think they heard you." Always quiet, that guy. Khalil didn't get it. The whole POINT was for EVERYONE to know that they were there. Like. Duh. He tried the food for the second time and it wasn't as nasty as it was before, so he continued eating in peace.

He chanced a glance over to where the staff were seated, noticed some very beautiful faces - and some not-so-beautiful ones - and then his eyes landed on the current Headmistress of Hogwarts. Cupping his hands around his mouth, Khalil shouted to Baegina aka Regina at the staff table, "AYYYY, LONG TIME NO SEE HAWTHORNE." He wanted to whistle, but...that was inappropriate, right?? He shot a knowing glance at Maddox and returned to his food.

The arrival of more Brits didn't phase him, what did phase him with eyebrow-girl talking at him all crazy. "Sunglasses make the man, baby." It was his life's motto. He slid the hot sauce over to Dalia - he knew she wasn't gonna eat the food just like that - and kept eating. He had fully planned on ignoring eyebrow-girl, but she opened her mouth again. Sheesh. And they said Americans were talkative. He blinked at her suggestion and shot her a warning glare. "Don't you even think about it. I dunno about you, but I actually don't care about getting in trouble." He would serve out detention every day in order to protect his property. The NERVE of her. And the NERVE of that Dora too. They were in for a rude awakening if they thought Khalil Jordan would sit by quietly. "Turn the dial to the left, another good song will start playing," he said to Tenacius. And by good song, he meant Unwritten by queen of pop Natasha Bedingfield.

Snow wasn't exactly sure of where he was going to sit down, his sister and his girlfriend were no where to be seen, so the tall, white haired boy sort of trailed after his dorm mate..

Minus the singing of course.

He slid into a spot on the bench and kept an eye on everyone, he probably should have gone over to sit with the one person he knew there, but she seemed busy.. so here he was.. drumming his hands lightly on the table and looking around. The enchanted ceiling was amazing, and he couldn't wait to add it to his novel, hopefully he would be able to find a new writing spot!

This was the jolt he needed to get through his writers block, it had been the whole reason he wanted to come here. That and the competition sounded fun as well.

He looked back down at the table and nodded, his blue eyes taking in everyone who sat there..

"Hello. " The boy said. Curious as to how friendly everyone was, even his own school mates.

The decision of what table to sit at was not one that Isaiah had anticipated. And he had anticipated most things. Their arrival in that beetle was definitely not something that had been agreed upon by the student body, but rather dictated by some higher power. Maybe Moxley. If so, he might be willing to forgive. Maybe.

The tables, though. He hadn't had time to anticipate the long term consequences of the table he chose to sit at. He knew that each one was for each of the four houses. Should he sit at the one that most closely aligned with his Ilvermorny house? But which one would that be? Ravenclaw, maybe. Their houses weren't really chosen in the same way so it was hard to be sure. He needed to sit somewhere where he could find good allies - er, friends. He didn't want to make the wrong impression on anyone. In the end, he decided that the table he sat at didn't really matter in the grand scheme of things. So he stuck by his friends and followed them to the table they had set their sights on - the one under a scarlet and gold banner.

He took a seat next to Khalil and grinned at the music he was already playing. "I did think it was too quiet in here." He glanced at his other classmates already assembled there as well, grinning at Maddox and Dalia, and giving nods to Exra and Snow. Isaiah then nodded at the Hogwarts students already present, especially those who had greeted them. Tenacius, Dora, and Charlotte. Or...Charlotte and Dora. He looked between the two girls, already having forgotten who was who. So he instead focused on the boy who's name he did remember. "What's the badge for?" He asked, nodding at it.

Now, where was his brother?

THE MUSIC WAS HERE AT THE GRYFFINDOR TABLE.

Paul Myers wasted no time implementing some of his ole' white man moves, including but not limited to: the boogie, shimmying, that dance move that makes it look like you're diving under water, the DISCO finger, and random bopping around.

"WELCOME - TO - " BREATHING. PAUL NEEDED TO BREATHE. "HOGWAAAAAAAAARTS!" He said. "THIS IS DELIGHTFUL. I LOVE IT!" he shouted over the music at the boy who had provided said music.

It was only missing his BANJO! ALAS!

Lines had been drawn and sides had been taken and whatever but by the time he made it to the Gryffindor table along with Abey and Daisy, Levi actually laughed out loud, unclear on whether or not it was the result of shock or amusement. This was completely ridiculous, even if he had to admit that the clear display of American patriotism coming from that radio actually had a pretty good beat.

As evidenced by the fact that he was nodding his head along to it by the time he sat in between Daisy and Charlotte.

Someone was introducing themselves and Levi nodded. "Hi, Ezra." It was only polite, right? "I'm Levi." He went for a smile because those were supposed to be polite, too, and because he felt like being extra, Levi continued, "I was going to say welcome to Gryffindor but that's not really the case, is it? Anyway, I hope you enjoy your stay here and all that."

It was good to know he was not wholly judgmental.

"Kettleburn, Dora, Tenacius" Friend, friend, prefect. "Ilvermorny people." Strangers. Which was pretty much the majority of the table, or maybe that was just what happened when people screeched about festivities in the Unitied States of America. Regardless, what was clear to the Gryffindor boy was that, presently, there was an American invasion at play and somewhere in the great beyond, colonizers were screeching in rage.

He laughed, again, reaching for the jug of pumpkin juice and pouring himself some. Daisy was talking about blowing stuff up which was a terrible idea when Dora was in the vicinity. Dora seemed to be maybe trying to but heads with an Ilvermorny girl and an Ilvermorny guy in sunglasses seemed to have some problems with Daisy.

Well.

"That seems extreme." To everyone.

But his attention was drawn by someone else, a white haired guy (Snow), and Levi found himself staring, raising one of his eyebrows in curiosity. "Is it rude to ask if it's natural? The color, I mean." He had never actually heard just how British he sounded until surrounded by those who pointedly did not. Or maybe he'd never actually paid attention to how peculiar American accents were. Or just how their accents, like the British one, came in different drawls and sounds and shapes.

It was interesting.

He drank the pumpkin juice in one go, and lowered the goblet in time for another Ilvermorny person asked about Tenacius' badge and Levi turned to look at him. "He's prefect. Supposedly in charge of keeping us Gryffindors out of trouble. It works really well." Levi hadn't sounded necessarily sarcastic, but laughter had tinted his tone by the end of it. So.

Professor Myers, meanwhile, was genuinely doing the sort of thing that would have made his mother scoff about the clear difference between her and the Herbology Professor. Levi tried his best at not smirking, and it didn't quite work so in the end he ended up raising his empty goblet to cover his mouth with it. "You're missing something, Professor," the Gryffindor boy pointed out, innocently. "It's the poncho, I think." Or a sense of rhythm. "Maybe we should hook them up with some speakers."

And who SAID Hogwarts students couldn't be welcoming?

Maddox did not like being manhandled but well there was exceptions to his rules and Dalia was one of his many exceptions. He now had to give the made up award of who pulled the glasses indoors better to Dalia. But it was pretty obvious.

"Dalia we are lightening up the place on song at a time. You don't happen to have american flags on you. I want to wear one as a cape" And EXCUSE YOU. It was not contagious you don't see Erza doing it and he was not saying anything stupid right now. That was saved for after they found something to eat.

WHOA, NOW THAT GIRL WAS HOT. Maddox was trying ignoring the two people she was dragging because they did not matter. But now one of them was talking and "What's Up" He couldn't nudge Khalil because Dalia was between them. Which might be for the best. Well, he said at Dora's service but not what type of service so it really was not asking a lot at all.

"Is it really since it all depends on the type of service"


The real question is would Baegina actually come over her and talk to Khalil because Maddox wanted to see what would happen if it did. He doubted it. But then it would be a party. Maddox shook his head at Khalil. Yeah, whistling would not be the best idea. The best idea if they could get her to join the dance party.

"TURN THE DIAL TENACIOUS"

See already name wrong. Oh look Snow was here.

"Snow I know you were singing along to Party in the USA"

With them at this table, you can guarantee it would not be quiet. And what was a Prefect and why did they get badges. Wait, was this old man a Professor at this school and yeah he just answered that question with that greeting. HOLD ON HE WAS WEARING A PONCHO

Maddox had to stop whatever he was doing to hide laughing

Ezra was always so quiet. It took a while for her to remember his name but it all clicked in a succession of flashbacks. Dalia blinked them back and tightened her smile at the sight of a trio joining their table; girl, little boy, handsome guy.

Her mental checklist just continued to update in a fascinating fashion.

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"Are the sunglasses your lucky charm or something?" She asked them, or no one, loudly, trying to be heard over the music and all the noise, as she tugged Levi and Abey further down the table. She looked back at them over her shoulder. "Pretty sure you can survive Scotland without them."

She released Maddox because she needed to regroup. It was difficult to pool in all her energy and not say something that would shatter the supposedly Enchanted Ceiling. "Nahh," she drawled, still leaning on Khalil's shoulder. Dalia adjusted the borrowed glasses. "Not lucky at all, and you're right, I'm sure I could survive without them just fine, the same way ya'll have been surviving without a good tan." It must be a real struggle.

Maybe along with the yellow crooked teeth she heard all about, the Brits were also allergic to the sun; or was it melanin? It was hard to tell just yet. This required further research.

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But then a girl happened. Hmm. Dora didn't always get on well with girls... and she couldn't help but feel like the American was being a bit patronizing.

BUT being a good Hogwartian, she offered her a small smile. "I'm Dora and we can handle ourselves quite well. I assure you. "

Dalia raised her eyebrows and laughed a little. "Okay?" she said and nodded. What was she supposed to say to that? Anyway...Dalia had more important things to do, say, per chance: figuring out how to make this food a little bit edible. Khalil was a saint, truly, and she dropped a kiss on his cheek when he handed over the hot sauce bottle.

"Easy there, tiger," Dalia crooned as she shook the bottle, covering the mysterious protein on her plate with a heavy heaping of hot sauce. "We shouldn't start a riot just yet." Dalia needed to at least have a look around the castle before they were all kicked out for good. Her fork went from her plate to her mouth, and her eyes from the girls whose names she had already forgotten to newer arrivals. A flash bright white hair caught her attention.

"Snow!" she called out with her mouth around her fork. Dalia stopped to chew and sorted for wiggling her fingers at him from where she sat. They would have to talk later for someone was dancing--an old someone at their table? towards it?

Dalia's eyes could not look away. It was a wreck. A huge wreck. It was fascinating.

"You're amazing!" she said in awe with wide eyes. Who knew such lack of rhythm existed in this world? He was so shamelessly displaying it for everyone to take notice. Before Dalia could contain herself she was clapping for him. The handsome friend of the mouthy girl was talking to the old man. Dalia watched him carefully, olive eyes drifting from his temples to his lips.

"Speakers? A boy like you has those kind of things laying around?" Dalia asked him with a twinkle in her eyes.

Again, distractions were everywhere. Her eyeballs wanted to roll to the back of her head but she controlled them. She was the boss. She was! Her shoulders rose and fell with another deep dramatic sigh.

"No, I don't," she told Maddox sounding utterly devastated. "To be honest with you, I didn't even think of it. The only thing I thought of packing like that was my bikini."

What was more patriotic than wearing your country's flag on your bottom?

Ezra just watched his classmates, laughing and grinning as they continued to make total fools of themselves. He could see a few of the Hogwarts kids raising eyebrows at them - and he didn't blame them. Ezra was used to this sort of thing because it happened ALL THE TIME back at Ilvermorny. What could he say? They were a loud bunch. And also probably trying to intimidate a few people over this whole competition thing. Not that he cared much about that, really.

Still he was NOT going to start singing. Sorry Maddox. Not gonna happen.

Ok, this wasn't so scary. He could do this. Relaxing a bit, he took the goblet in front of him and peered into it. Was this that pumpkin juice stuff? He wasn't sure why they drank PUMPKIN juice of all things here...but he took a sip and it actually wasn't bad. Like at all. He looked up at Dalia as he sipped, raising an eyebrow a bit at her sunglasses before shrugging. Why did everyone always think something was wrong with him when he didn't talk right away? He liked to scope out the crowd before opening his mouth, that was all. It was more fun to be a spectator anyways. "I'm fine. Just...watching the show," he told her with a smirk before turning back to Maddox and the rest of the Ilvermorny crew that had slowly started to join them.

He turned to the girl who introduced himself as Dora and grinned. "Thanks! This place is awesome," he added with a nod. He knew that some of the people in his school had already made snap judgements about the place, because that was just how they were. Ezra, meanwhile, he was totally in awe but wasn't going to be THAT obvious about it. Hopefully. A lot of people told him that he had really expressive eyes so he hoped that wouldn't give it away.

How Khalil had any voice left after all that was beyond him. He laughed and shook his head. "Nah man, you're making plenty of noise for all of us," he assured him. There. Ok. He was relaxing now. Not so scary, this place. Or these people. He had definitely picked the right table.

It was the LOUD table, but still - the right one.

For a second, Ezra's heart jumped when he saw that a professor had wandered over. OH NOOOO were they going to get in trouble?! He didn't mean to cause any trouble! They'd JUST gotten here, after all! But no, the man seemed delighted by their music! Downright thrilled, to be honest. And possibly on the verge of passing out for excitement. Ezra tried to imagine one of the Professor Williams' getting that excited about something...and he couldn't do it.

"Thank you!" he called out to the man over the music. He then turned to the Gryffindor boy that was sitting nearby (Levi) and smiled at him as well. "Thanks, nice to meet you! I swear we aren't usually this, um...exuberant," he assured him.

They were showing off, obviously. Although...that was sort of a lie. They all sort of WERE this goofy almost always. Maybe it was something in the water at Ilvermorny. Or maybe this pumpkin juice stuff made them all boring here. Who knew really.

Maybe Will got lost. Maybe he took the long way around to see if any doorknobs came loose in his hands. Maybe he stopped at the 'loo'. Whatever. He was here now, and he was annoyed to find that there wasn't room right next to Khalil at the red people table.

He fell in beside a blond (Charlotte) across the way, reaching out to click the dial on Khalil's radio to something a little more current and a little more angry. Could they NOT with the ancient bubble gum tunes, pls?

"Who offers tours? I've already been lost twice and this place is a straight line from the front door." To be fair, it was hard to navigate Ilvy for the uninitiated, but tours were good ways to find the dark corners. And make new friends. And make new friends in dark corners.

Maddox needed to find Melbourne! Where was that fine lion girl she missed so much? It had been since Madison’s wedding that she had seen her and since she had met the not-so-pint-sized bundle of fun that she had taken as her date…oh, and of course her new…whatever they were. They were fun and like family of course.

”heeeeey lions,” Maddox Johanson grinned at the Gryffindor cubs as she flipped a section of her long golden brown hair out of her face. ”do you all like it here?” she asked the distinctive twang to her accent made it clear that the young girl was clearly not from England…still, she didn’t sound American…oh look Ezra was there – she recognized his face obviously because well, they’d all traveled together.

”Hey everyone” she grinned and looked around for little Melon…where was that silly girl..."have you seen a girl...uuuh short really short goes by the nickname Melon?" she asked the table glancing around at everyone...she wasn't about to do the obvious move and pantomime the reason most people would know her as Melon as well...that wasn't something she would do to her family.