"Nice to met you Legend...That's such a awesome name forwards and backwards- chosen, legend..
No I am a third year, it's just I have never seen you before and you look like a cool dude so I finally decided to introduce myself to you."Adam explained smiling brightly.
Was he really that small people thought he was new.?

"You have this weird thing about petting my head, don't you Adam Burn?"

"Sel...Not everything I do is all about you..."He teased her.
"I do it mostly to my girl friends...But I do it to everyone, Kurumi, Katie, Ever Lily...Not just you...Selina Skylar."He said in her exact tone.

"Ah, I see. So it's a weird thing you do with everyone. Got it." Selina laughed. Adam had to be one of the most unique people she had ever met, in a good way.

Then a thought popped into her head. Her eyes scanned the hall for a very particular face, "Adam? Have you seen Demitri?"

"I can be modest," she said. It was true, at times, she was. Also, at times she could be rather arrogant. She did live with an over the top arrogant brother. She was just realistic about it. "You're very dramatic, you know that Braeden?" She asked.

"Yes, but you're still not friends with any Gryffindors. We're much smarter, anyway." She was more teasing Braeden then she was trying to prove her point, however.


She chuckled when he said that he was having loads of fun. Yeah right. "Nice to meet you," she said. "Nope, I'm American actually." She said when he asked about her name. "They just like the name, I suppose." She said, taking a bite of her bread.

Awesome name? Alright he liked this guy for sure. Anyone that liked his name...well obviously they had SOME kind of coolness to them. "Oh! That's awesome then. I am pretty cool." Now Legend felt kind of bad for thinking that Adam was from somewhere else but it wasn't his fault! It wasn't a bad thing though either. "What year are you in mate?"


"Honestly, for me, the only thing fun about the opening feast is eating food." Legend stretched out his arms displaying the rows of plates that were empty. There were small stuff like bred and whatever but he wanted real food! Brushing his hair out of his eyes he continued. "Alright, maybe finding your friends is pretty fun too." American? American people were funny! "Really? I've been to America once! To...Seattle I think. Nice place, but it rained quite a bit. Where are you from in America?" Maybe he could go there too! America was quite big. "I'm from Italy."

"I'm not dramatic!" Braeden immediately denied. Oblivious to how dramatic his response had been. It dawned on him a second later, though. "I mean... I'm not dramatic. I don't know what could make you think that," he added more calmly now. Him, dramatic? Yeah, right! He was completely... 'chill'. Relaxed. Suave.

Nah, not really.

Braeden smiled faintly as Hollywood insisted that he still hadn't made any Gryffindor friends; he couldn't deny that. However, he did not agree with that statement about Slythies being smarter. Nah, no way. "Well, if you really feel so confident about that, I suggest we make a bet," said Braeden with a bit of a smirk. "We have to have a good memory for this, though, 'cause we won't be seeing the end result 'til the end of the year... but, if Slytherin has more points than Gryffindor by the end of this year, then I'll accept you're right. And I won't deny it next year. However, if Gryffindor ends the year with more points... then you'll have to admit we are actually smarter." Which they were. Brae felt confident he wasn't going to lose this one.

He just had to remember he'd made this best by the time the year ended. And chances were he wouldn't remember this even tomorrow morning.

Well, that's a plausible reason then, the handwriting I mean" Lei told him.

So, walking around the grounds you say? Do you suggest any nifty places to visit? She asked him as she looked around the Great Hall.

"Yes, but only the girl get it.With a boy that would just turn out to be plain awkward."He answered with s toothy smile.

Then he heard Selina's concerned voice over her boyfriend.

"No I haven't...Last time I saw him was the trains....Maybe he is having a private chat with the headmaster to discuss his conditions with the professor."Adam guessed.

It was best to tell the leader of the school a werewolf might be running about every month when the full moon came out, just so that staff was prepared for anything.

"I'm A third year mate..."Adam rarely used that word, but now that he was being referred to as a mate, it didn't sound too bad."You are much older...I say 16?"

"Speaking of which, does it always take this long?" She asked him. She was hungry. Evangeline was finding the feast interesting, but she'd never been here before. "Seattle is usually raining." She said. "I'm from New York." Evangeline smiled. "Italy? I've never been, but I've always wanted to go." She hoped that now that she lived so close, she'd be able to go there sometime.

Eva laughed at Braeden dramatically told her that he wasn't dramatic, and then went on to say it again calmly. "Sure you're not." He was definitely dramatic.

"Well, I don't know if I can say no to that suggestion. I like bets." She smirked at the boy. "I know that I have a good memory, so I'll remind you." Evangeline said. "But I would like to warn you that I can be a bit of a nerd." She didn't act like it all that much, but Eva always read a lot, and she loved classes. She was feeling rather confident that she was going to win this bet against Braeden. "So, how much are we betting?"

"where both first year, right, I'm looking forward for a professor in charms and DADA" Raven unsure answered

Braeden nodded slightly as Hollywood assured him she would remind him of the bet. Good, he could leave that up to her, then. 'Cause he certainly wouldn't remember; and he trusted her to have a much better memory than himself.

As the girl at his side went on to make a confession about her nerdy side, Braeden's dark eyebrows rose yet again. So he would be competing against a nerd, eh? Brae wasn't that much of a nerd himself; he did his work and everything, but he wasn't usually the first to solve the problem. He might not earn Gryffindor as many points as your average know-it-all, but at least he certainly never helped to take away points from his House.

"Well, if you'd like we could bet money," Braeden started with that usual lopsided grin of his, "But I must warn you that if you win, I won't have much to offer; my Gringotts vault has more cobwebs than it's got galleons," he confessed. "But if you'd rather bet something else, we could do that too - the loser has to do something for the winner?"

Preston gave a content sigh. He was so happy to be back at school, and making new friends. "Oh I-I in-intend t-to." He grinned. He wondered if there was a way Ringo could help him study for exams...

"You h-have any p-p-pets?" Preston asked Lexi as he reached into his robes and pulled out a small round empty container. "C-c-can you p-p-pass th-the maca-macaroni?" Preston asked nodding his head towards the dish not too far from Lexi but just out of his reach. "R-R-Ring-Ringo loves maca-macaroni." Preston explained to her.

"F-F-Freddie?" Preston questioned, "I-I'll have t-to r-r-remember th-that n-name, s-s-so H-Hank w-won't b-be alone f-f-first year." Preston added as an afterthought, though he probably wouldn't remember it by the time he took his OWLs.

Evangeline was happy to bet with money, but she understood that he might not have much to spare. She was rather certain Slytherin would have more house points by the end of the year, so it would have to be something else. "Alright then, not money. What would you suggest?" She asked Braeden.

"Hmmm." Braeden looked off into space thoughtfully for a moment or two, his brows furrowed in concentration, before turning back to Hollywood. "A challenge? Or better yet, loser invites the winner to lunch" - leave it up to him to think with his stomach. "We've got a whole year to think about it, really," he pointed out. He was sure by the end of the year he'd have some awesome task for Hollywood; 'cause obviously she was going to lose this bet.

Really. That seems interesting. I like animals to but i Never really gotten into that particular subject."she said. "I more of a wand person. I like stuff like Charms, DADA, and Transfiguration. Ancient runes was pretty cool too." she said takin a cookie from the table

"Well you speak as if you were thirty." The words were out before he had time to consider them, but then again, the truth was the truth. Hopefully she wouldn't take too much offense. Then again, while her mannerisms were very mature, the gullible factor which existed in everyone seemed right for the age of twelve.

With a chuckle, he reached out and stopped her hand from scribbling down whatever it was; all he had been able to see was something about the alleged closest trolls. "I was just teasing. Didn't mean to scare you." Patting her hand, he leaned back a little, smiling at her. "You've gotta learn how to relax. Don't be so afraid of everything. You'll know if there's any actual danger." He wouldn't go so far as to say Hogwarts was a safe place due to events in the recent years and with that strange, unnerving man still occupying Vindictus's seat.

His brow furrowed a little more as he watched the Deputy Headmaster yield after Tate seemed to bow under this strange man. That, he did not like one bit. It was the Prefect's words that had him glancing over, a small smile touching his lips as he extended his hand in greeting. "Sabel Dakest. This is Greer McKensie." A slight tilt of his head had him motioning up to the staff dias. "Do you know who the new face is in Professor Vindictus' seat?" Either he would find out now, or he would be making a trip up there very shortly.

Not waiting this time for Sabel to pour her more pumpkin juice, Greer took it to herself to do it. As she reached for it, the second year spotted a familiar and yawning blond head not too far away from her spot.

Oh!

"LEGEND CHOSEN!"

And where was his half-goblin, Jude Second Year Ravenclaw? Had he sold it already? Or was it safely tied down somewhere?

Done attracting attention to herself by being perhaps a little too loud, McKensie daintly touched her pencil to the notepad, in order to began taking notes. Before she did so, however, she saw and felt a foreign hand make contact with her very own. Sabel's hand. And he was smiling again, and chuckling again and doing veela things again. And touching her.

!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

McKensie was going to react. She was going to react in the former of hurriedly stuffing her notepad and pencil inside her messenger bag and putting a good distance between him and the boy, but her actions weret put on hold by Sabel Dakest and the other girl, the prefect. Greer eyed her carefully, checking to see if the prefect was, too, affected by Sabel Dakest's Veela Ways. There were no signs as of yet, though Greer knew by experience (ahem) that it could change. Or, judging that she'd most likely been here longer than Greer, and had seen Sabel enough around the common room, maybe the girl had grown used to him?

Perhaps. It was fascinating, all the same, and it gave McKensie hope. She'd undoubtedly get used to the boy's charms, too, regardless of the dimples, then. She rubbed a flushed cheeks, in hopes to make the rosy tone go away. "Hi! Nice to meet you, miss." Because it was good to remain on the authorities' good side, Greer offered the older girl a friendly smile.

Introductions made, Greer shifted her stare back to Sabel. Sabel and his Compulsive Pumpkin Service Ways, and Smiling and Winkling and Laughing. Dear Lord, what a menace. "Impertinent!" Said at last the child. "You called me old!" HU HU. Greer was, in fact, pleased. After all, she was deemed as childish, more often than not. Childish, naive and a cry baby, though admittedly, she was all that. "I'm not afraid," She retorted, jutting out her chin. "I'm a brave Gryffindor, not some Ravenclaw Owl Head! I'm just being cautious." Idly, Greer tapped her bottom lip as she often did when thoughtful. "My mum thinks I should be cautious because I'm so guillable. I think that's the word she uses, anyways. I'm actually pretty sure she'd frown upon me telling you all this--giving information to a complete stranger, and all."

It was between Greer's sudden shouting and flying accusations that Sabel's vision jumped from the staff table back to the twelve year old beside him. Alright, perception altered; she could have the temperament of a child. She definitely had the voice of one.

Attempting not to wince and rub his ear at the ring that had found his eardrum, he also worked hard on suppressing the amused smile that was twitching on the corners of his lips. It was an effort to keep it as a simple pleasant smile rather than one that simply wanted to chuckle again at her strangely endearing ways. "No, I called your attitude old, which means I called your personality mature. There's a difference."

Resting his arm on the table, he clasped his wrist with his opposite hand, tilting his head at the girl. "Caution is good. Especially when exercised alongside bravery." In fact it wasn't good to have the later without the former, as dictated per experience. "But if you are looking for caution, I wouldn't go telling people you are gulliable. They'll take advantage of that." Not that it was incredibly difficult to see, but still, every bit helped. His grin widened a little bit with curiosity. "So, what do I have to do to not be a stranger? I figure complete isn't exactly right as you know my name and have been talking to me for ooohh close to ten minutes now. Could we be friends?"

Boring, that's what Janie's own table had been. How utterly disappointing. One would think the cleverest of all would have had more to say than blather on about boys and countries of origins, but no. That had been the gist of it, Janie thought with a roll of her eyes.

Choosing to look for Greer first ( becuase let's face it, Greer would most likely be needing some company or rescuing by this point) Janie made her way down the tables, frowning when she'd reached the end of the Hufflepuff one. Where was Greer? Had she LEFT?

At that moment, Janie realized she heard Greer, being loud which...was normal. Sighing with relief, she followed the sound but was soon horrified to see just what predicament her friend had gotten herself into. " Greer. Greer." Janie marched up and ignored the brown haired boy who was talking to her erstwhile friend. " You do realize you're talking to...a boy." Janie looked highly affronted and...well. She didn't knwo what those other feelings were, or why they demanded to know just HOW Greer got this one's attention.

" What the heck are you smilin' at? " Janie demanded, rudely, of the boy who was grinning like he-- like he was up to NO GOOD. BOYS WERE JUST NO GOOD.

Oh.

Greer's lashes fluttered in surprise at the term. No one had ever referred to her as mature. As a matter of fact, often was she described in words that were completely antonyms of mature. Perhaps she was mature. Perhaps she had to behave mature, too.

But mature sounded so dull. Like adults.

The young Gryffindor decided that she'd ponder over this mature business later, when she was only in the company of Prince Eric, her crup. "Well, thank you. I think it's 'cause I like reading the dictionary," Greer blatantly lied, instead of telling the truth--she often eavesdropped to the conversations adults had, and wrote down what she deemed as "big words" on her notepad. "But I prefer picture books." Now, that was true.

"Friends." He was asking to be friends. Friends. That was a difficult decision. For one, Greer didn't know how to have or make friends, unless you were Janie and Lulu. Second, he was a boy, and befriending him would be a BETRAYAL! towards her friends. And third, he was half-veela who made her stomach churn with all his dimples and smiling. MENACE!

Again, she tapped her bottom lip with her index finger. "I guess you'd have to not stuff me inside the nearest trunk and sell me to the nearest dodgy-looking person," Greer answered, honestly enough. "Being locked inside a trunk isn't cool. My brother did it it once to me because he wanted to be alone with his holes-filled and ink-stained girlfriend, and it was kind of creepy." Greer did not, by any means though, sounded sad or angry at the memory. "It was interesting, too, because I found a galleon. Ian isn't alllll that careful, you know? He's kind of a prat, my other brother Colby says."

Colby also called him other things, too, but Greer had been told not to repeat those. Apparently, Morgan said they were bad words and people would call her vulgar if she said them.

HMMM.

An exhasperated, and very familiar voice reached Greer's ears and she was snapped out of her reverie--or staring at Sabel's dimpled smile, which was exactly what she'd been doing.

"Janie!" The blonde exclaimed, with a smile that carried a touch of embarrassment. The smile fell and her cheeks colored with a deep tint of scarlet when Janie noticed what Greer had been hoping she wouldn't notice, and without meaning to, she shot Sabel and apologetic look. Then she stood up, cupped her hands around her mouth and said in a tone low enough that wouldn't be caught by Sabel. Or so she hoped. "He's not a boy. He's half-veela." Duh! Wasn't it obvious after taking a looks the dimples and outstanding good-looks? It'd been for her.

Greer sat down again, and ignored Janie's rude comment. "Janie, this is Sabel Dakest. Sabel Dakest, this is Janie Hartford. He knows LOTS about you now." Yup, yup, yup.

"Well," Tapping his finger against his chin, he gave the pitcher of pumpkin juice a thoughtful look, "if you like dictionaries and picture books, encyclopedias are great." Lowering his hand he tilted his head at her. "Do you have any?" Because if she didn't, he had a few from home he would be bringing over for her.

He wasn't sure whether her repetition of the 'friend' word was an agreement or a statement of pondering, and seeing as how assumptions didn't seem to work well around Greer, he decided to leave the subject open to her discretion. Instead he refocused his attention on trying not to laugh at what most children would consider a tragic tale. Complete to her character though, her entrapment in the trunk seemed to be more of a learning experience than anything else. "I promise you, I won't lock you in a trunk." Unless it was absolutely necessary for her protection, but somehow making that distinction didn't seem to be a grand idea.

Especially not with the way another girl who had suddenly come up to them was looking at him. Someone that was bothering Greer? No, not by the way they whispered to each other. Sabel's eyes widened a little at the realization; another alternate copy of Greer. Except, rather unpleasant and unfriendly, especially with her attitude towards boys. It wasn't like it was something he could help.

Still, it was accusation towards him that had him tilting his head at her quizzically, the smile still in place. "I'm sorry, I didn't realize it was illegal to smile." Perhaps she should try it sometime and she wouldn't be so snappy. His eyes flicked to Greer for a moment as she offered introductions before looking back to this new girl, keeping in mind being polite was only practical. "Janie, it's a pleasure to meet you." May as well offer his hand in greeting too.

She started to laugh. "Lunch, seriously? What kind of a prize is that?" She asked. Braeden did have a point, however. "Yes, very true. I do have a whole year, and by then I'll have thought of something good."

Pandora smiled at the girl seated next to her and grasped the goblet, holding it up as if she were going to clink it against another. "Cheers, then." After taking a hearty drink of the pumpkin juice, Pandora sat the goblet down in front of her, not even bothering to sit up straight from her current position that she was in.

Heather was startled over her silent reverie when someone had hugged her. she turned around to see kurumi and felt ecstatic. She had not seen kurumi since boarding the train! She hugged Kurumi back tightly. "Kurumi!!!" she squealed in delight. "oh kurumi, i'm fine, how about you? Mr. Panda's back in the dormitories. i left him immobile because i didn't want him running around on his own in the castle at night! Oh kurumi! this is so wonderful seeing you again!" she said.