School had started almost a month ago and Natalie was surprised by how fast time had gone. It had been good, though. She had been in a MUCH better mood than she had been last year, so already things were looking up.

It was a Saturday morning after the treacherous morning run that the Headmaster was forcing onto them. Luckily her body had started to get used to it and she didn't feel as dead afterwards as she had that first time. She had gone to shower and clean up and then changed into a sweater and some jeans to take a walk.

The bridge was where she went to enjoy a good view and, usually, some peace and quiet. Natalie reached into her pocket and pulled out some cookies she had received from her mum in the owl post and munched on them as she looked out over the grounds.

Dizzy was running again, only this didn't feel like running, not like the stupid morning runs were. No, Dizzy was enjoying herself, trying to keep pace with her kitten, Solstice, hot on the tail of a field mouse. The three of them raced toward the old wooden bridge. "Get him! Hurry, before it reaches...the..." Too late. The mouse zipped over the threshold onto the bridge, and Solstice rushed after him. Only Dizzy slowed, skeptically. Would that thing hold her weight? A mouse and a Kitten, sure, but her?

After a moment of debate she decided it may in fact hold her weight, if she was cautious. Dizzy approached the bridge slowly, and took a couple of step down it. It was, surprisingly, much more stable than it looked. Relaxed now, Dizzy's pace increased to a normal stroll. What if they are already across the bridge though? And now she was jogging.

But Solstice wasn't acrossed the bridge. She found him half way across, pawing through a small hole in the floorboards, where she assumed the mouse escaped, and rudely ignoring an older slytherin girl standing nearby, looking out at the landscape. "Sorry about him," Dizzy said as she scooped the black kitten into her arms, getting a disgruntled mew of protest. "He's still a baby and doesn't know it's rude not to great people. He'll learn though." She grinned as though she was sure of that. "I'm Diz...er, my name is Dizzy. Rather, it's Alfdis, but I go by Dizzy." It used to be a lot easier introducing herself in non-English countries. Ik ben Dizzy. Je suis Dizzy. In English it just sounded like she was complaining about being light-headed. Her Dutch accent probably didn't help much either.

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Dizzy was running again, only this didn't feel like running, not like the stupid morning runs were. No, Dizzy was enjoying herself, trying to keep pace with her kitten, Solstice, hot on the tail of a field mouse. The three of them raced toward the old wooden bridge. "Get him! Hurry, before it reaches...the..." Too late. The mouse zipped over the threshold onto the bridge, and Solstice rushed after him. Only Dizzy slowed, skeptically. Would that thing hold her weight? A mouse and a Kitten, sure, but her?

After a moment of debate she decided it may in fact hold her weight, if she was cautious. Dizzy approached the bridge slowly, and took a couple of step down it. It was, surprisingly, much more stable than it looked. Relaxed now, Dizzy's pace increased to a normal stroll. What if they are already across the bridge though? And now she was jogging.

But Solstice wasn't acrossed the bridge. She found him half way across, pawing through a small hole in the floorboards, where she assumed the mouse escaped, and rudely ignoring an older slytherin girl standing nearby, looking out at the landscape. "Sorry about him," Dizzy said as she scooped the black kitten into her arms, getting a disgruntled mew of protest. "He's still a baby and doesn't know it's rude not to great people. He'll learn though." She grinned as though she was sure of that. "I'm Diz...er, my name is Dizzy. Rather, it's Alfdis, but I go by Dizzy." It used to be a lot easier introducing herself in non-English countries. Ik ben Dizzy. Je suis Dizzy. In English it just sounded like she was complaining about being light-headed. Her Dutch accent probably didn't help much either.

Natalie's peace and quiet was starting to get disturbed... but she was curious about the distant yelling, so she didn't mind too much. Turning towards the sound, she saw a younger girl running towards her and a small black object running in the same direction, several feet ahead of her. At first she thought she was talking to her, telling her to capture her cat before he bolted off the edge, but then she saw the mouse right before it disappeared.

She watched the cat with an amused smile on her face as the owner caught up. She looked a little wary about the bridge, so Natalie spoke up to hopefully ease her mind. "Don't worry. This bridge could probably support the weight of the whole castle if it had to." And that was magic for you.

As the girl approached and picked up her cat, Natalie smiled, not at all bothered by the lack of manners from the kitten. "It's okay. He's cute." Which was saying a lot because Natalie disliked most animals, especially ones with fur. But she held her finger out at a safe distance to see if he was interested in sniffing it.

Dizzy was her name. An interesting nickname, but it was cute. "I'm Natalie," she replied simply. Then she watched the kitty in her arms again. "What's his name?"

The thud of footsteps were the only sounds on the air as Julie Bellaire (the seventh year slytherir herself) walked along the bridge leading to the wider reaches of the grounds. It was a quiet, calm day, warm enough to be out but cool enough to enjoy it and Julie was attempting just that. Attempting, being the key word, for the witch’s mind was anything but calm these days. She went back and forth, in mental circles over the last few weeks back and the sudden changes she had not expected but most certainly should have given Hogwarts’ track record and penchant for the dramatic.

The new headmaster weighed heavy on her mind, and though she never felt any great loyalty to Hawthorne Julie could not get the defeated look on the woman’s face out of her mind. The ministry has sought to change Hogwarts for the better, but it seemed... fundamentally the same.

Maybe it was a ploy to get the student body to feel sorry for Hawthorne in her absence only to bring her back at the end of the year. It would be quite the show, she mused as she settled in the middle of the bridge, her arms resting on the wooden railing and bright eyes searching the horizon. She was looking at nothing at all as the clouds rolled by and the water of the lake (which she mostly ignored) gleamed in the sun. Quietly, Julie began to hum. A muggle pop song she had heard over the summer the Slytherin would not easily be rid of.

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The thud of footsteps were the only sounds on the air as Julie Bellaire (the seventh year slytherir herself) walked along the bridge leading to the wider reaches of the grounds. It was a quiet, calm day, warm enough to be out but cool enough to enjoy it and Julie was attempting just that. Attempting, being the key word, for the witch’s mind was anything but calm these days. She went back and forth, in mental circles over the last few weeks back and the sudden changes she had not expected but most certainly should have given Hogwarts’ track record and penchant for the dramatic.

The new headmaster weighed heavy on her mind, and though she never felt any great loyalty to Hawthorne Julie could not get the defeated look on the woman’s face out of her mind. The ministry has sought to change Hogwarts for the better, but it seemed... fundamentally the same.

Maybe it was a ploy to get the student body to feel sorry for Hawthorne in her absence only to bring her back at the end of the year. It would be quite the show, she mused as she settled in the middle of the bridge, her arms resting on the wooden railing and bright eyes searching the horizon. She was looking at nothing at all as the clouds rolled by and the water of the lake (which she mostly ignored) gleamed in the sun. Quietly, Julie began to hum. A muggle pop song she had heard over the summer the Slytherin would not easily be rid of.

He had gone to bed feeling just fine. Almost unnaturally fine given what had just transpired the night before and he had attacked the morning's S.O.R.E with such focused intensity that he had churned out his faster five laps to date - one of the first if not THE first to finish that morning. It was almost as if to prove a point, maybe. That he hadn't been broken. Though, on the flip side, one could also argue that he was falling in line by performing the task with such diligence. He reckoned it was two sides to the same coin and just decided to leave it at that, not wanting to overthink nor spiral on account of the new headmaster and his Divination lackey.

He had never been particularly attached to his badge, but walking around without it pinned to his robes now somehow made him feel surprisingly naked. It wasn't about status for him or to be recognized and acknowledged by his peers as some chosen one, that limelight had never particularly appealed to him, but it was something far more deep seeded than that...and he wasn't sure he could properly explain the feeling to anyone.

So it was, with his hands shoved in his trouser pockets, that he began making his way around the grounds just for a bit of fresh air. It helped him think, you know? He eventually found himself strolling along the wooden bridge, his ears bringing him to a stop nearby the source of the gentle humming.

"Maybe I shoulda brought my guitar," he chuckled lightly when he came to a proper stop behind her.

With all the craziness that was happening lately, it was nice to get away from it and take a little break. Walking around the castle wondering didn't seem interesting to her, plus it was such a beautiful day! Why waste it inside when it was such a nice day? As though she wondered where to go, the lake was always too busy for her taste.


Her mind wondering she kept on walking until she seen herself on the wooden bridge, seeing that their weren't that many people there she looked at the view in front of her and sighed to herself. The view was quite nice, she could easily see herself slowly but surely starting to relax from everything lately. She felt as of lately everything was crazy and chaotic, but there was still some streak of hope in it, most of the Professor were nice she just hope they didn't go and leave. Although she pushed all that from her mind, taking a chocolate frog she had in the pocket of her robe eating it.

............ Uh...........

A rickety old bridge that looked like it could BREAK?! No thank you.

See, Lucas wanted to go wandering around the castle and the grounds. He'd gotten lost a few times and found rooms that he was sure he wasn't going to be able to find again but he was sure this would help him find out where things are. He just wanted to enjoy Hogwarts. This was his DREAM. And now there was a rickety old bridge standing between him and the grounds that he wanted to explore.

Needless to say, Lucas was scared. Very scared.

Biting his lip, the first year clutched onto the side of the bridge and..... carefully..... placed on foot onto the bridge. And then there was a pause...... and he did the same with the other foot. His eyes were wide and his heart felt like it was going to burst out of his body but hey, his feet were still on the bridge and the bridge was still there. He took a few more tentative steps forward, only really holding onto the rail just in-

Oh. Hey. HEY! He recognised that face. Or side of the face.

Exploring the grounds were completely gone from his mind and, instead, Lucas started to walk towards the girl. He wasn't walking as slowly as he was before but he was still holding onto the railing as he walked. There was a small smile on his face when he realised that he knew EXACTLY who this person was and, instead of being worried, he knew he could easily talk to her.

"Enjoying the view?" Which was the world's worst greeting.

Hearing someone asked if the view was nice, she jumped a bit snapping back into reality.

Seeing that it was Lucas, she smiled and nodded blushing at the fact she was basically staring off in the distance in her own little world. Although as they always say, fantasy was some times better then reality. In this case, being around the Headmaster and Divinations Professor she sure felt that way, but she found not all the Professor's were like them. She didn't want them to go or leave and they be left with people like the Headmaster and Divinations Professor that was her fear.


Pushing these thoughts from her head, she turned to Lucas and smiled. " I guess you could say that, just needed some peace and quiet you know?" she asked him sighing. " Just the beginning of the school year didn't start as I expected it would, feels like were in a military school." she said quietly but to where he could hear her. She didn't know who was around or was ears and eyes could be spying.

Lost in her thoughts was not a state you'd expect to find Julie Bellaire, but that was the state she'd happened to been in as Derfael had approached the middle of the bridge where she was so casually settled. She'd not heard him or sensed him at all, and wouldn't have noticed the Prefect at all if he hadn't spoke, wrenching the Slytherin from her loud thoughts and pulling her back into the present. Surprised but not startled, Julie turned to Derf and managed an amused smile. "What do people call it? a jam session? We could have had one of those." it was not a great joke, and Julie knew it the second it slipped past her unpainted lips but he'd caught her off guard and- well, to be entirely honest she hadn't even known Derfael had a guitar. Weird.

"What are you up to?" She asked, now leaning with her back to the banister and the view beyond it. Bad form to turn away from a friend, no matter how understanding said friend might have been or how much she wanted to. Manners persisted no matter how down, confused, angry, happy or furtive Julie might have felt. There was something strange here- something in the Hufflepuff's appearance that was irking Julie but she could not quite figure it out. Like one of those photos in kids books where you were meant to spot the difference except the curly-haired witch was working from memory alone. No easy task no matter how perceptive the young woman might have been.

What made the greeting worse? The way she jumped. He almost felt bad for disturbing her but they were friends, right? Which made it okay, right? It was like when he disturbed Emma but he knew she wouldn't mind because they were close.

So, he stayed. Right there. But ready to move if she showed that she didn't want to be distur-

Oh. Was that a smile?

Relaxing slightly, Lucas smiled back and moved to stand right next to her, still leaning on the railing but this time looking out at the grounds as well. She was talking about peace and quiet and if there was anyone who understood how it felt to get some peace and quiet, it was him. "Peace and quiet is nice. And it's a nice view so I don't blame you coming out here." But he did glance over at her when she sighed because it wasn't.... it was a.....

...... something was wrong. And he could tell because that's what that sigh was telling him.

And then she mentioned military school and he understood completely. He felt something drop in his stomach because, yeah, this did feel like military school. And he didn't know what military school was like and it was only his first ever year at Hogwarts but it wasn't..... as great as he was expecting it to be. And that's what sucked.

"Yeah....." he started, fiddling with his fingers as he talked. He paused for a moment but then slowly came to realise that if she could tell him how she was feeling, so could he. "I always.... thought Hogwarts would be great. I mean, you hear all these stories about it and think that it's going to be the the place of your dreams but even better. But..... it's not. It's not even close." Which sucked. Majorly.

"Do you think it'll get better?"

Stella looked at the view to Lucas and smiled. " It's probably one of the only things that haven't changed here!" she said frowning. Although she giggled alittle at whar he said, only because she didn't mean to come here she was just wondering around. " You know I didn't really mean to come here, I was just wondering around and seen the view and thought it was pretty so stopped to look at it before I knew it I was in my own little world!" she said giggling at herself. She uad to have some laughter, heaven knows what will happen for the next couple of months she just hoped everything will be ok in the end. She was counting the days until Mr. Beady Eye Stone Face was sacked and his Mini me also known as the Divinations Professor.


She nodded. "Yeah I know what you mean, with all these stupid rules how can we have fun?" she asked him. "Oh...that's right, no fun allowed he forbids it! she said rolling her eyes in annoyance. She wasn't even sure if they were suppose to be out right now, wasn't there a rule on that as well? With so many rules she forgot, oh...well she needed some fresh air in her defense.

" I wanted this year to be happy filled with happiness and magic as well as dreams, just felt like the Headmaster is a dementor sucking out every ounce of happiness and joy in our souls." she said softly sighing. "Not even close by a long shot, that's for sure." she said agreeing with him.

Stella bit her lip for a second, she didn't know that it will anytime soon but she did have faith.

" I do believe it will, I have faith it will just no anytime soon." she said sadly.

One of the only things here that hasn't changed? He bit his lip, trying to hold back a laugh. It was just..... one of those things. It shouldn't be funny because it was sad but he kind of..... found it funny? Yeah. "You're probably right, you know." He.... didn't really know because he had no idea what the school was like before but..... yeah. "Yeah?" he asked, glancing over at her, "That sounds like a happy accident. Or a happy adventure. Maybe..... it could be your usual hangout?" Meaning, he would know where to find her if she wasn't in the common room.

This time, he did laugh because it really was funny. "Yeah, I bet he never had fun when he was younger so that's why he's doing all this. All these rules." See? He was smart. "I wish we could have fun. I mean..... this is our home as well, yeah? For..... a few months? So we should be able to have fun here." It was simple logic.

Happiness and magic and dreams. Lucas found himself agreeing to what she was saying, nodding along as she spoke. It was..... weird, really, how right she was about it all. Especially the dementor part. He visibly shivered when she mentioned it but she was still right. "Maybe he could go and join the dementors, instead. You know, in Azkaban. They'd love him over there." The dementors, not the prisoners. "Sucks, doesn't it?" He placed his arms on the rails and then his chin on the backs of his hands and just..... looked at the view. At the sky, mostly, and the mountains in the distance and..... yeah.

When Stella said she had faith in a change, Lucas turned to look at her. He was mostly looking to see if she was joking or being serious but he knew that as soon as he looked at her face. And her answer? Yeah..... that made his chest hurt. They weren't seers and didn't know what was going to happen but he liked to believe Stella's words. "You're probably right," he mumbled, "As sad as it is, I guess we just..... have to wait it out and see." Yeah. Definitely sad.

Stella looked at Lucas and seen he was holding back a laugh and laughed. "What it's true, at least the view is still the same as when we go here!" she said seriously but half joking. " Hey I could be, I think the Whomping Willow will agree with me too!" she said giggling. She nodded. Yeah and that sounds like a good idea, I really like it here its nice and quiet. " she said smiling happily to herself.

Laughing along with him her sky blue eyes sparkled with happiness and laughter. " I wonder what made him so bitter and cold, he had to have a terrible and rough childhood or something. " she said biting her lip. " I wish we could disappear for awhile and go to a place like the ice cream shop or candy store in Diagon Alley, heck just anything fun will do!" she said sighing sadly.


That was all Stella wanted was happiness and magic as well as dreams, but it was filled with these stupid rules and a nightmare. A nightmare that was real and she couldn't wake up from no matter how hard she tried. She giggled. Maybe he's a descendant of dementors or one in disguise no wonder I feel so cold and uneasy around him, it explains so much!" she said. " Majorly I wasn't going to go home for Christmas but I just might to have some fun if he allows us to that is!" she said bitterly.


She looked over at him and sighed. " I just hope it's sooner then later, I hate how things are now." she mumbled. Looking at the view she rested her hands on the rails the cool breeze calming her.

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Lost in her thoughts was not a state you'd expect to find Julie Bellaire, but that was the state she'd happened to been in as Derfael had approached the middle of the bridge where she was so casually settled. She'd not heard him or sensed him at all, and wouldn't have noticed the Prefect at all if he hadn't spoke, wrenching the Slytherin from her loud thoughts and pulling her back into the present. Surprised but not startled, Julie turned to Derf and managed an amused smile. "What do people call it? a jam session? We could have had one of those." it was not a great joke, and Julie knew it the second it slipped past her unpainted lips but he'd caught her off guard and- well, to be entirely honest she hadn't even known Derfael had a guitar. Weird.

"What are you up to?" She asked, now leaning with her back to the banister and the view beyond it. Bad form to turn away from a friend, no matter how understanding said friend might have been or how much she wanted to. Manners persisted no matter how down, confused, angry, happy or furtive Julie might have felt. There was something strange here- something in the Hufflepuff's appearance that was irking Julie but she could not quite figure it out. Like one of those photos in kids books where you were meant to spot the difference except the curly-haired witch was working from memory alone. No easy task no matter how perceptive the young woman might have been.

Derf was not even aware that that had been meant as a joke, instead taking it as a genuine offer. "Always next time," he smiled as he settled down beside her and leaned forward on the wooden railing as well. But yeah, a jam session. He hadn't one of those in a long time now. Not since he had Abey had happened to be in the music room at the same time with their guitars and had performed a light duet before easily distracting themselves with one another otherwise. Though that...seemed like forever ago. Otherwise he and his guitar were reserved to only orchestra time with the Charms professor.

"Just looking for a bit of fresh air," he said with a big of a defeated shrug. Fresh air and avoiding being inside the castle. A lot of recent events weighing heavily on the sixteen year old's mind. Holy harpies was he relived that OWLs had been LAST term, inferi aside. "I've got an appointment with Professor Noble later and then...detention with Professor Fletcher..."

Which, well, he reckoned explained why he needed the fresh air.

The slytherin laughed, her fingers reaching up to brush back her straying curls (no thank you, wind). "Let me know when, I'll drag Mairwen along with it and we can make it a trio." Was that actually... Sort of... an appealing idea? Not just for the juxtaposition of Derf's crup-like nature and Mairwen's serene attitude - which might have proved hilarious - but for the sheer... Frivolity of it all. She'd been joking, yes, but now the offer felt cemented, warm and weighed down and Julie allowed a soft smile to grace her rosy lips.

which was knocked right off a second later.

Julie could have been knocked over with a feather. Derfael? Detention? The two words together, although alliterated, made no sense, and her complete shock shone brighter on her face then the mid-day sun on the black lake. "What?" She managed eloquently, her mouth remaining open despite the lack of sound coming from it. Fletcher- Fletcher- what did he teach again? Most likely a class Julie didn't attend for her own experience with the man had so far (thankfully, it seemed) been restricted to random encounters and the daily S. O. R. E. "For what, even? being too understanding?" That was a joke, but there was a fair amount of truth in it- for Julie couldn't think up a single reason why-

Oh wait. Jessa. Zoryn. Abra. It was not actually impossible that her fair friend had been pulled into something by any one of the three which hadn't set well with the new professor's sensitive sensibilities.

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The slytherin laughed, her fingers reaching up to brush back her straying curls (no thank you, wind). "Let me know when, I'll drag Mairwen along with it and we can make it a trio." Was that actually... Sort of... an appealing idea? Not just for the juxtaposition of Derf's crup-like nature and Mairwen's serene attitude - which might have proved hilarious - but for the sheer... Frivolity of it all. She'd been joking, yes, but now the offer felt cemented, warm and weighed down and Julie allowed a soft smile to grace her rosy lips.

which was knocked right off a second later.

Julie could have been knocked over with a feather. Derfael? Detention? The two words together, although alliterated, made no sense, and her complete shock shone brighter on her face then the mid-day sun on the black lake. "What?" She managed eloquently, her mouth remaining open despite the lack of sound coming from it. Fletcher- Fletcher- what did he teach again? Most likely a class Julie didn't attend for her own experience with the man had so far (thankfully, it seemed) been restricted to random encounters and the daily S. O. R. E. "For what, even? being too understanding?" That was a joke, but there was a fair amount of truth in it- for Julie couldn't think up a single reason why-

Oh wait. Jessa. Zoryn. Abra. It was not actually impossible that her fair friend had been pulled into something by any one of the three which hadn't set well with the new professor's sensitive sensibilities.

He had never met Mairwen, only seen her in the corridors and knew her name from common friends and acquaintances, but a jam session seemed as good a time as any to get to know a person. And if Julie was joking, well...Derf had not picked up on that at all. "Will do," he chuckled, ruffling his hand through his straw colored hair. It also helped that Julie was smiling, something he had not seen too much of recently, so it made him a bit more inspired to act upon things.

Much had happened since the pathways, you know?

That carefree form of hair ruffling slowed and soon his fingers were moving a bit sluggishly through his locks, more combing than ruffling. "Yeah..." he mumbled. The detention itself wasn't what bothered him, but he was mostly trying not to dwell on things. As best as a fretting Hufflepuff could manage, which was to say that he was failing miserably. "There were...a lot of little things and missteps...but what made him ultimately ask me to turn the badge in was when I defended myself over him calling me entitled. Told him I reckoned he ought to get to know me before he made such a claim. Which, well, suppose is a bit entitled on its own...you could argue...but the context he was using it in was implying that I was being difficult on purpose. Trying to be rebellious when...really...I was just being unobservant and assumed wrongly on a few things..." He glanced over at the Slytherin. "Detention isn't...so bad. I get to clean and organize this one room that is loaded with old artifacts, tomes, and grimoires...so it's kinda more exciting than a punishment. Even with my doing things the muggle way." And, well, him enjoying it and not letting them GET to him with this punishment was sort of his way of rebelling when you really got to thinking about it. Same sort of way he wouldn't let S.O.R.E nor the physical forms of punishment upset him.

why was this school just nuts? he knew the school year had already started and of course his parents wanted to move but why did he have to go to this school... he felt like everyone was at each others throats, which gave him little to no time to make any friends here.

"thanks mom and dad" he said bitterly as he pulled out his sketch book and leaned it against the the arm rail and started to draw random trees and animals that he saw running around on the grounds, it was still light enough out for him to make them out... it was great. a nice cool breeze and no craziness.

After a relaxing meditation at his favourite place on the grounds, the entrance gates, Dorian walked the wooden bridge to get back inside of the castle. He still had to do his potions homework and the history of magic essay was not going to write itself sadly enough. He let out a soft sigh as he thought of the work he had waiting in the Ravenclaw Common Room. Don't get him wrong, he enjoyed learning and studying as well. But not all the time. Sometimes he wanted to do nothing.

Stretching his arms in front of him, the fourth year passed a boy on the bridge and as he looked back to see who he was he noticed that he was drawing or writing something in a sketchbook. Curious, the Ravenclaw walked backwards a couple of steps before turning to see what he was drawning. "That looks neat" he said after looking over his shoulder. Of course, he didn't draw himself so he thought that everything was neat when others drew...

"why isnt this rock turning out well.. stupid pencil" he rubbed the sharp pencil on his pants and continued to work on the rocks near the water... he felt someone coming near but he was sure that they passed then he heard the guy talk.. thank goodness he was aware of his surroundings or he would have screamed and dumped his book over the edge.. keeping a tight grip on the books edges he turned around to see the guy.

"hey man thanks" for some reason this guy didnt seem like he would be annoying at all, he actually came off as cool, so far this is the most interaction hes had here other than the teachers.

"just wanted to get out of there" he jabbed the end of the pencil towards the castle, "is it always like this... i just try to stay out of the way as much as possible" no way he was going to be caught in any of this crossfire happening between the professors and students.

When the guy turned around, his blue eyes went to the sketch book again and he found that he was gripping the edges tightly. Had he scared him just now? Or was he afraid he would steal it or something?

Dorian did not need to follow the pencil that the guy was jabbing to know that he was talking about the castle. He did however nod his head in agreement. "It's chaos alright..." he said with a small sigh. "I enjoy meditating but i can't do that in the castle , so i come down to the grounds instead. It's usually nice and quiet when you know where to go" of course he wasn't going to mention his favourite spot on the grounds.

What he said next though, made him frown. Always like this? "What do you mean?" he asked as he looked him up and down. "I don't mean to be rude but you don't look like a first year..." So shouldn't he know that the situation Hogwarts was in was NOT normal?

CL nodded in agreement, and ohhhhh this guy seemed to be right up his ally meditation..... YESS!!! he could totally use some of that soon.

"i havent meditated in a while but maybe next time when you go maybe i can join in?" pretty much mention a quite place away from the castle sounded like heaven to him. "yeah i dont know too many places"

oh yeah he wasnt a first year thats for sure "oh i just transferred like two weeks ago" he was kind of regretting his life choices at the moment though.

"sorry the names "CL" im in this house called Slytherin... im a third year" he looked up and read a few books about the houses but didnt fully understand the system here... or points... everything seemed weird to him. "you surely dont look like a first year either, what about you?" he leaned down and moved his bag from between his legs and opened the zipper to put his things away, no need to hold it any more because he was talking to someone..

Let him come along to meditate?

Dorian did not answer immediately and instead thought about it. He preferred meditating alone but he guessed that company wouldn't hurt anyone. He was just nervous that he would be a distraction. "Let me think about later" he said which meant that it was not a yes or no.

A transfer student! Now his question from earlier made sense. "Oh man, sorry to tell you but you transfered at the wrong time" he said with a light chuckle. "Professors are getting fired by the new Headmaster for the dumbest reasons. Your Head of House got fired for letting us drink in class" he mentioned after the guy told him he was in Slytherin.

"My dad was in Slytherin but im in Ravenclaw" he watched CL put away his things away in his bag "And im Dorian. Fourth year." he looked up at the sky and sighed again. He sighed a lot these days, it was a wonder he hadn't been thrown in detention for sighing too often. Which school did you transfer from?"

"yeah man no worries" they did just meet after all he didnt expect a "yes" right away. slinging his backpack over his shoulders he leaned against the railing.

"for sure at the wrong time, everyone seems to be soo on edge" wait did he say staff are getting fired?? man it was a lot worse than he thought. "drinking in class... to bad i missed that but wow!" did the old head of house loose their mind or something...

"oh nice to meet you Dorian... yeah i came from Ilvermorny its in the states, i lived in southern Canada and it was the closest school, it wasnt too bad the food was great though, i have to get used to the stuff here" so many carbs, everything seemed so heavy he felt like he was gaining alot of weight.

"so what can you do around here other than trying to find a quite place, ive been too afraid to wonder around incase i get like accidental detention, who knows what kind of "punshiments" he made air quotes with his fingers "happens in this place" why did his parents have to work around here why couldnt he just stay in the states, ughhhhh...

Dorian nodded and sighed. "Yeah, and my Head of House got fired as well." he said. "I don't know what reason they had given her because she was a really qualified professor and i learned loads from her but everyone could see she did not agree with the Headmasters new rules so my guess is that she got fired for having an opinion" he missed professor stewart and the old headmistress ..."But although school feels like a prison now, its still better than last year when the Inferi attacked" he let out a small nervous laugh and his eyes looked at the water of the great lake in the distance. Merlin's Beard that had been scary.

Before he got snapped back to the present at the mention that this kid was from Ilvermorny. ILVERMORNY! A soft gasp escaped his lips as he looked at the Slytherin almost admirably. And again he wondered why someone would CHOOSE to go to Hogwarts. The Arithmancy Professor had told him a few weeks ago that he had been a student and had taught at Ilvermorny before coming to Hogwarts and Dorian just wanted to know....WHY?

"I've wanted to study in Ilvermorny after my second year here" getting possessed had not been fun and it had been the first time that the fourth year had wanted to leave the school. "But my dad said no..." he sighed heavily. He knew why not but that was personal. "But what House were you in? I think i'd make a great Horned Serpent myself" he said proudly. Did CL notice that he was getting excited about this topic? Cause he was.

Dorian shrugged his shoulders. A lot of things were forbidden these days that it was hard to tell what they could do. However, roaming the castle had so far not been on the list. "Well, there's a cat room" he said and even after saying that it sounded so strange. A room fully dedicated to cats. "And the other day, i used the wrong portrait as a short cut and i came in an area of the castle i had never been before" and he had been here for 4 and a half years now. "You like to draw right? I know there was an creatitivy room where you could paint and build things. I made some paintings myself as well" more like he had splashed buckets of paint on a canvas and had dubbed it 'art'. "But im not sure if its still there though.. "

As for the punishments that happened to those who received detention he did not know. Because he had never gotten one before and he planned to keep it that way. It had been a horror moment for him when he had lost five points in class for greeting the Headmaster. HE WAS STILL NOT OVER THAT T__T