"Excellent! Excellent man! Just ah-" he turned to call after Sho. "Just don't water the plant! Or it'll droop. And if it starts honking just tell it to Shhhh - be quiet and shut up don't work!"

Cale turned back to Eddy and his friend. "So? A traipse around the grounds? A peek through the halls? Some planting?" His bag did a wonderful job of bouncing itself around to emphasize his point.

"You got it," Sho said, disappearing into the dorms.

Hopefully the beds were comfortable. Though with everything else wrong with this school, he doubted it. They were probably made of stone or spikes to toughen them up.

Eddy waved at Sho's retreating back before reply to Cale. "All of the above," he answered decisively. "You guys in?" he asked the other boys.

Samson had fallen asleep on the very uncomfortable couch (Gah! White! Plastic! NOOO!), only to be woken up by the entrance of several other Ravenclaw boys. It seemed he had gotten used to the quiet entrances of the girls whenever he'd fall asleep in the Common Room. Whatever. A little adjusting never hurt. He looked at the group of boys and overheard their little chat. Oh! And there was that Ryan dude!

"Hey! Hey Quidditch Cap!" He called out, falling to the floor and crawling towards the boy on the floor. "Now, now, don't be scared. I'm not here to get your autograph again," he smirked, poking him on the arm gently. He still hadn't forgotten that little episode at the old Ravenclaw Table last year. "Ryan, was it? Yeah..." He trailed off in a daze as he averted his eyes to their Prefect, Sho, and Eddy. They were talking about plants? Huh?

Ah yes. He had spaced out. Again. "Planting?" he echoed from Cale, an arch in his eyebrow which clearly questioned if he was being serious or not. Planting. Huh...

James was startled when he heard a rather loud voice talking to him. He turned to Ryan, rolling his eyes, making sure the other dude didn't see.
"Apparently there are some people that like it here." he thought.

He looked up at the mantle as more Sapphires were taken away.
"This just keeps getting better and better."

Oho! More people! Perhaps this term wouldn't be quite as lonely as Ryan previously thought.

"Good to meet you, Eddy. I'm Ryan Lee...fifth year." Ryan gladly took the boy's hand and shook it. "You know, I don't know what you're all talking about...I don't think it smells THAT bad in here...but it is quite an unfortunate living space."

"Wha?" Ryan's head snapped back toward the awkward boy. "Oh....she's just someone who annoys me. I didn't actually mean to say anything about her...I prefer not to talk about her." And now Ryan was in a rather awkward position.

"Yes, but she's also a girl who goes to Hogwa-...Belle's School. And like I said, she's annoying and I don't want to talk about her." He willed them not to talk about her. With all this, he really wasn't in the mood.

Before he could stop himself, Ryan let slip "Lord Boar's more like it." He looked nervously at the picture of Minister Cooper and covered his mouth. "But I suggest we not talk about him. You never know who could be wathing."

Plants....plants. Umm, no thanks. "Plants, you say? I think I'll pass....Mr. Prefect." Meh...Ryan didn't know the boy's name. Mr. Prefect would have to suffice.

"I suppose..." Ryan added absent-mindedly.

"There you are!" Ryan shouted accusingly. "It's about time I've found you. What in the world are we going to do this term? It's so....not Hogwarts here." Ryan grumbled and crossed his arms while still sitting on the floor. "Hmph."

Oh no. It was him again. Ryan may have been rid of Rapunzel, but he needed Missy Issy to defend him from the likes of Samson Carswell.

"Uhh, Samson, was it? I don't know what you're talking about, but do you see me wearing a badge? No. So how does that make me capain?" This kid was going to ruin his plans! He wouldn't be able to surprise everyone at tryouts at this rate!

Ryan backed away a bit as Samson made a beeline for him on the grounds, and stared in disgust as the boy poked his arm over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and......"You can stop now," Ryan said.

"Yes, Ryan. We've noticed. If you'd like to accompany me to the dorms to unpack, you're more than welcome," Sho said as he heard the boy talking to him.

"This white is blinding me anyway..."

Sean walks into the common room and settles into a chair. He glances around. it was odd to see only boys and none of the girls. He opens a book he brought from home and tried to read it.

"Hmph." What? The last time Samson checked, Ryan was the biggest Quidditch freak he knew, therefore he assumed he was Quidditch Captain. But that didn't look like it was the case anymore. "You suuure?" he asked the boy, poking him again and looking at him from every angle if there indeed was no badge. Eh. No badge. "Fine. You're clear. But whatever..." It wasn't like it really concerned him.

When he snapped out of his reverie, Ryan was telling him off already. "Oops, sorry," he muttered, quickly stopping and placing his hand on the ground.

Samson turned his head to another Ravenclaw boy he recognized from the Great Hall, who was commenting on the blinding white.

"Eck! I know! White? Who does that?! What if the sun was too bright and started streaming in the Common Room? We'd all be blinded before we can even get to our first class," he ranted, shaking his head miserably. Seriously. They needed a Common Room make-over. If only they were allowed. At least make the walls a darker, less blinding shade!

"Very sure," Ryan said flatly. He watched as the boy searched him for a badge. It took all his concentration to stop from laughing. He had really send this kid into a tizzy!

Once Samson had stopped bugging him, he added a quick "Thanks" before turning back to Sho.

"I think I'll have to take you up on that offer, Sho," Ryan said. He almost had to shield his eyes. The white really was starting to blind him, and he wanted to just go unpack and look at his clothing. It wasn't too colorful, but at least it wasn't white.

And with that, he bid everyone adieu and headed toward the dormitories.

"Alright, see you later Ryan." said James.
He stood up, grabbing his bag.

He then left through the double doors, unsure of where he was going.

Con's eyes had glazed over for several minutes. While everyone was talking his brain had decided to take an alternative route--mainly, into the world of his personal comic book hero, Wally Wander.

At the end of our the last issue of The Magical Missions of Wally Wander, Boy Wizard, our hero was trapped between the great fire lizard of Glockenspiel, and a man-eating chimera with a thirst for blood! Wally's wand has been swallowed by the fire lizard! What will he do now? Is this the end for our pint-sized prodigy? Or will he find a way to retrieve his wand and save the village of Smarmeepuff?

"Accio wand, accio wand," Con murmured, chanting softly under his breath. It would have surprised him to know others could hear him.

With the loud repeat of a question by Eddy and a new boy with a bouncing bag, Con jerked to attention, his reverie unpleasantly broken. Small dream bubbles dissipated into thin air. "Huh? Go somewhere with plants? Ohhhh. . . Um, sure." Con was never one to turn down an invitation. He got them so rarely, after all. "As long as they don't bite." Oh! Mental note. Wally Wander could use a biting plant about now.

"Alrighty then - let's away to find the greenhouses!" Cale was more then excited to find that two of the boys wanted to go with him. "Here, take these," Cale said shoving the bag of bouncing bulbs into the hands of the boy who didn't have a name (at least Cale didn't know it if he did). "Careful though, they like to try to escape." He grinned and shifted the empty terracotta plant pots so he was holding them with both hands and led the way out of the common room.

James came down from the Dormitory. He was in a better mood than the previous day and hoped he could make others realize this.

He looked at the Hourglass on the mantle; it hadn't changed.
He then looked at the Notice Board. A message had been put there recently but he hadn't noticed.

"Flying class? Wonder if that means there'll be mention of Quidditch. Well I already know how to fly, but it wouldn't hurt to be present just in case." he thought.

James straightened his tie and robes and exited through the double doors out of the Common Room.

Sean stretches a little. There seems to be little going on. He wished classes would start already. He didn't really know what to do. Plus his closest friends were in the other school. Who could he talk to now? He didn't know 90% of these people.

James entered the Common Room, plopping down into one of the plastic-covered couches. Things were beginning to buzz around the school. He took out a book from his bag and began to read, silently.

For the first time since his arrival at Hog… Cooper’s School, Jonathan had the time and the energy to absorb his surroundings. He hadn’t been very happy to begin school this year, the year Hogwarts closed down, because it had always been Hogwarts. His mother and father had always told him such lovely stories of the place and he had anticipated his arrival there since as far back as he could remember. Nevertheless, he reminded himself that one could not miss what they never had, because unlike others in the school, he’d never seen Hogwarts, and so never had to suffer the sudden and surprising loss of it.

Today however, Jonathan was in a rather lively mood, because today he had time to explore the place. Whether it be Hogwarts or Cooper’s School, it was still a new and exciting place ready to be discovered. And so he found himself in the Ravenclaw Comme Room with the time to look around. At first glance, he was not pleased. At second glance, he was still not pleased. And at third glance, he found the room more displeasing then the sight of a girl attempting to kiss a wart-covered toad. What disgusted him the most however, something which could be easily compared to a puss-filled toad wart, was the gigantic portrait of the Minister. Repulsing. He might have been only eleven, but muggle literacy enthusiasts would never miss out on the a classic like 1984. And this portrait was oddly similar to that of Big Brother. The portrait freaked him out, in a sense. Just as imposing as it was repulsing, he fell back on a nearby leather chair.

Except it wasn’t leather. It was plastic. “Ugh, they’re just as bad as my mother and her new furniture…” he mumbled and sighed. He felt the urge to rip off the plastic, if only to be rebellious. Jonathan was not one to obey pointless rules, and this one was certainly one of them. However, he restrained, and simply got up again. Wanting to leave the room as quickly as he could, he got up once more and with the corner of his eye, saw the one thing that deserved its place in a Ravenclaw common room. The bust of Rowena Ravenclaw. He felt relieved and approached it. It was nearly invisible, transparent in this corner. Jonathan would’ve moved the statue somewhere more appropriate if only he had the muscles.

Having lost all will to explore, the young boy sank back into the leather chair and simply closed his eyes in order to avoid the torturous glare of Mr. Cooper.

Robert Entered the Common room and plopped down on a chair in the corner.
He let out a long and Drawn out sigh as he slided
around six inches down the chair.
''oh boy..'' He said with that 100% Stereotypical Irish accent.
''This is horrible..not only is it impossible For me
to meet or even contact Eliza..but now i also need to write this report on the Olympic Games..I stink at muggle studies!'' he got out his wand and waved it around in front of his face. he looked around ''why is it so bright in here?'' he said in frustration...
''What have they done? this whole education system is going down the toilet!''

Toshi entered the common room and blinked. This wasn`t how he had imagined it. This wasn`t like he had imagined it at all he thought, after taking some looks around.
The plastic covers seemed to be a weird sort of joke.
Then he recognized Paul and walked over to him:

"Hey! Nice to see you again!"

Samson popped back in the Common Room, frustrated once more at the sight of all the white in the room. Seriously. He made a mental note to change the color of his wallpaper back home into something other than white. Maybe black. That ought to cure his eyes of the intense light reflecting off the now infernal (to him, at least) color. He looked around with squinted eyes and noticed a few new faces. Probably new arrivals, and it looked as though they weren't up for the all-boys school either. Whatever. They had to learn to adjust! Hmph!

He walked over to one of the boys sitting on a couch and plopped down beside him, almost lifting his feet on the table, but then noticed the Feet Off sign once more. Meh. Sighing heavily, he placed his hands on the back of his head and looked sideways at the boy. "This is just like my grandma's furniture. Nasty. And white," he whined, smirking down at the too-clean furniture.

James came down from the dormitory in a cheerful mood. He had heard about the Charms lesson and had thought he'd been mistaken when he head about dodgeball. However he soon considered this to be a great tactic to practice the shield charm with.

He left through the double doors and headed for the first floor for class later that evening.
"Maybe I'll grab something from the Great Hall first." he thought.
He left with the incantation Protego running through his head.

"In or out mate," Cale said to the Gryfindor as he stood inside the door to the blindingly white Ravenclaw Common Room. "Come join us. And quit blushing." He grinned teasingly. "It's lame."

Sho squinted at the white as he walked in. He set the pots down on the closest table before swinging his arms out. Those pots were heavier than he thought...

"I say you come in. You're already here after all," Sho said chuckling and dusting his hands off.

Soil flitted down to the ground, making an already apparent mess. Oh someone was going to have a field day with that.

A different sibling would have had a different reaction. For instance, Claire would simply have walked right by the boys and never have found herself in this position. Grace, well Grace is as her name implies, she'd have held open the doors, and probably levitated the pots through. And Rebecca might have simply opened the doors just as Tobi had, but faced with an invitation she'd have accepted it with ease. Of all of his sisters, the one to take a lesson from in this situation was probably Becca. Simplicity and poise.

"Uh, thanks." he croaked, as he tried to step collectedly through the door. Geeze those walls are bright.

WHUMP!

and he tripped over his own feet, landing sprawled on his chest. "Ow." he said dully into the floor.

"You ok mate?" Cale pawned one of the pots off on Sho before leaning down to check on the Gryffindor who had joined them. A bit of dirt spilled out of the pot and landed on Tobi's head. The pot in Cale's left hand started to quiver, but Cale didn't notice to much. "Need a cold compress or a chocolate frog or something?"