The spinning was definitely slower now. Lukas could tell even though his eyes were shut tight. He prepared himself for the sudden jerk that came when he halted. He sprang from the fire without falling flat on his face but landed a bit more heavily than intended. "Ha," he said with pride.

He dusted the soot off his blue shirt and stepped away from the fireplace. He was familiar with the Leaky Cauldron so the bar didn't hold his interest for very long. He walked over to the tables.

The summer thus far had been dull affair. The isolated house in which Oliver lived with his dad, half-sister and now only one of his older half-brothers was not perhaps the best place for a energetic teenage boy with ADHD to reside. Sure it was beautiful right on the cliffs of Cornwall.. but there was nothing to do. The nearest beach wasn't for miles so that meant no surfing to burn off that inner energy. And he had only recently turned seventeen so apparition was off the cards and there was no way he was going to ask his dad for assistance.

His father, if described in the kindest possible terms, was eccentric, and the floo network at the Greenwood residence had been disconnected over a decade ago... long before Oliver even lived in that house with that man. To get to Diagon Alley today, the Slytherin had to walk six miles to the nearest town; get a bus into Newquay which was another thirty miles away, and then walk to the outskirts to find the tiny dingy little pub which was avoided by all the muggle tourists and surfer dudes like either they couldn't see it, or it was too dilapidated for their tastes. The pub was indeed a wizards pub and was conveniently linked up to the Floo Network. A godsend, despite the trek to get there, and Oliver's only means of getting to Diagon Alley.

The now 6”1' form of the curly haired teenager came spluttering out of the fireplace bashing his head on the way out and groaning with pain. Owie. Another blow to the head – just what the Captain needed. He dusted himself down and coughed some more. A nice hearty dust filled chesty cough - healthy...

Cameron had spent a summer avoiding anything to do with her parents and spending it doing more travelling than she cared to think about. Wales, Florida, New York .. and all parties. Merlin. When had she collected so many friends?

She sighed and yawned as she stepped onto the last step, readjusting the long, thin, bulky parcel under her arm. She'd spend the last three weeks of her holidays in the Leaky, working, trying to scrap together some money to pay for school and her lodgings. It hadn't exactly been fun, but it had been better than at home or at least with the silent treatment and ignorance that went on when she was at home. She pulled a face and shoved her hands into her pockets which were occupied by her diminishing gold supply.

She took a left towards the fireplaces and sighed, looking for a free one. She'd been trying to procrastinate the event, but she was running out of cash and she'd heard of a small store that bought 2nd hand brooms. Moving her parcel to the other hand, she walked toward an empty one when a tall figure stepped out from the same floo, nursing his head and coughing profusely. She grinned.

"Hairball?" She asked with a smirk before she dropped her broom and enveloped him in a bear hug. "Missed you," She mumbled, pouting. "Where've you beeeen! I haven't seen you since.. Trixie's.. party thing.." Which was weird enough as it was. What with them fighting over who would get her support.

Oliver was trying to catch his breath -clutching his head and blinking back the tears in his eyes as his choking fit subsided- when he heard the dulcet lilt of that Welsh accent he had come to adore. Not the native tongue, cos, lets face it, with all the llllllllll's and rrrrrrrrr's going on and the phlegm that accompanied it, it wasn't all that pleasant when you didn't have an umbrella handy. Hehe!

He hit his chest as if trying to dislodge something and finally managed to stop spluttering like a chain smoker. And then the redheaded Welsh girl was in his arms and hugging him tightly. He chuckle-wheezed and wrapped his arms around her. “I've missed you too.” He murmured softly. And boy, he had... like really had.

He released his hold on her and looked at her. “You look nice. Summery.” he said admiring her choice of attire.

Where had he been? The Slytherin seemed somewhat subdued, he was smiling but nothing could hide the dark circles under the usually optimistic lad's eyes and he was skinnier than before the holiday.. the healthy glow, and mischievous spark in his eyes had faded. He shrugged at the question. “You know.. staying with my dad. It's difficult to get away.” He eyed the package in her hand for a moment and then took her by the other. “Lemme buy you a drink?” He offered gesturing towards the main seating area of the Leaky Cauldron.

The sixth.. wait.. seventh year eyed him bizarrely as he gave one final cough. "You right?" She asked curiously as he nursed his head. She disregarded his health because he always had some sort of injury and hugged him. His wiry limbs wrapped around her and she frowned. Had he always been this bony? She let go, picking up her broom, eyeing his taller, lankier and shallower appearance with a critical eye.

She glanced down at her attire - all unironed shirt and tatty vans. It was exciting living out of a suitcase. "S'hot today," She murmured dismissively. He was skinner. Right? Maybe she just hadn't seen him for ages and ages. But he was definitely taller.. perhaps paler but the lighting of the LC was shoddy and she while peering through the light wasn't making it any easier to see.

Her question about his MIA status over the summer brought about a change in his usually extremely chirpy mood, in fact, he seemed almost reserved, quiet. There was no smirk and Cameron frowned at her boyfriend wondering what had happened to make him so.. quiet.
She frowned. "Owls are really useful things. All letter-delivering and such," She told him sarcastically but regretted the drastically opposite mood clash. She was fine and he was.. looking sickly. She didn't like it.
"Nuh-uh babe." Taking his hand, she squeezed it lightly. "I'm buying you lunch. You look like you need it."

Oliver nodded mid cough and smiled a little. Way to make an appearance. Still, Cameron was used to him suffering from head injuries and such mostly due to Quidditch and girls named Trixie.

He was aware of Cam eyeing him almost in an accusatory way and it made the Snake strangely uncomfortable. He usually like attention of any sort, but he also knew he looked tired of late and Cam could obviously see it too. There was no magic he knew of to hide such evidence. He forced a smile but averted his eyes from hers to look at the package in her hand. “Where were you off to?” He asked nonchalantly to get her attention away from his gaunt appearance. That package was suspiciously broom sized.

Meh.. what could he say? Cam rocked the 'just slept in a dumpster' look. She had never been one of these perfectly groomed and manicured girls Hogwarts was overrun with and Oliver liked that about her. She didn't mind getting her hands dirty and in his book, that was a good thing. “Chyeah.. you are hot.” He murmured stupidly in reply to her dismissive comment. Heh. Well... she walked right into that one.

No owls. Man, he was bad at that stuff. “Sorry.” He shrugged unable to think of an excuse, or something witty to say in reply. But he smiled at the girl when he realised this was her attempt at humour. He looked like he needed a meal? He frowned at her. Oh man. He looked THAT bad? Blehhh. “Alright. But I'm buying.” Or Emmanuel was. His money was the best thing about the dude. He started towards the main seating area, still with his hand in Cameron's.

Cam frowned as he looked away from her. Whether it was on purpose or accidentally, it felt like he didn't want her to know. That kinda hurt but she dismissed it and turned her eyes to her broom at his question. "Surrey - there's a broom reseller there. I mean.. Silver Arrow won't sell for loads, but it'll pay for school books this year," She told him in her usual blunt manner. There wasn't much beating around the bush with Cameron.

Cam laughed at his comment, going up on tip toe to kiss his cheek. "Riiiiiight," She drawled sarcastically, "Haven't washed my hair, haven't put any make-up on and coming from a early morning shift. That's hot," She winked at him, her smile slipping at his lack of reply. She frowned, but bit her tongue back. He'd tell her, right? He'd tell her if something was up? She had a right to know.. yeah?

She felt hypocritical in thinking so, considering Oliver didn't know half of her history. She was starting to get irritated by his 'eh *monotone*' disposition when he seemed to think it was fine to ignore her. She'd been worried.. even more so now that he looked so gaunt.
She eyed him at his frown, challenging him to fob off some excuse about being 'distracted' or whatever. Him buying? Curious she let him lead her towards the main floor seating area.

Oliver's eyes suddenly snapped back to meet Cameron's as if seeing her properly for the first time since he got here. “Your broom? No way, Cam. You love your broom.” She had the same broom as himself.. only his had been vastly modified. The trusty broom had been great for when he played Beater at Durmstrang before he switched to Chaser/Keeper at Hogwarts. He reached out to take the package from her. If he had it, she couldn't sell it. Mwhaha!

He closed his eyes, appreciating the soft loving gesture of the kiss to the cheek. He opened his eyes and smiled at her sarcasm. Cameron, for all her hang ups and social inadequacies, made him feel wanted... loved. That was all he really wanted in this life and he certainly didn't get such affection at home. Maybe that was one of the reasons he was such an attention seeking idiot when he was away from the place. “You're a natural beau then aren't you?” He winked playfully despite his sombre mood. Seeing Cam had given the boy a wee lift. But... Wait one sec though... Morning shift? o_O “You didn't want me to take that job in the supermarket but you're working yourself?” He raised an eyebrow. What, she thought he was better than that but she wasn't? “Please tell me you're not working here.” He said with concern, his brow crinkling. A pub filled with dirty old stinky men? Merlin... no.

It was easier to deflect attention onto Cam right now but he could see the irritation in her face at his dismissive replies to her questioning. He thought he better venture a better reply before she lost her rag with him. He didn't want that today – not when he had missed the redhead so much. “You know me.. I'm rubbish at all that sappy writing shizz. I'd rather speak to you on the phone... or see you in person.” He poked her tummy and ventured what he hoped was a mischevious smile. “C'mon.” He said and lead her through to the main seating area. He'd eat – but only because he didn't want to play Twenty Questions with Cam.

Nathan was going to kill his brother.

After being pushed into the fireplace by his brother and then being floo'ed to the Leaky Cauldron when he was still lying down he was thrown out of the fireplace and landed of his back. He stared at the roof for a few seconds, trying to get his bearings. After the world stopped spinning and he didn't feel like he was going to be sick, he scrambled to his feet and away from the fireplaces. He rubbed his head where it had connected with the fireplace and the floor. That was going to leave a mark.

Finally.

He was away from home. The past few weeks at home had been so boring. His sister was studying to be a healer and he only saw her once a week. Dad as always had busied himself at work rather then deal with anything. He needed some help that man. And Barry, he'd only seen him a couple of days. He was busy spending time with Georgie and his other friends.

Daniel had compentated going to see rex and Jason at the castle. Carolyn might have been there but he decided against it in the end. But he thought maybe he would go some other time in the holidays.

Daniel shot out of the fireplace covered in soot. What spell cleaned you up again? He had to find someone and ask. Daniel straightened up and looked around looking for someone

"I don't understand why we can't just order the school supplies from home, mother." the whiny tones of a pale, eleven year old boy was heard before the dust in the grate had even settled down for people to see him. There wasn't much to see, in any case, he was a short, skinny, blonde and pale little boy who looked like he could use a steak and some sun.

But Salmandrius Beaugustus Malfoy stepped out of the grate, brushed stray ash off his straight shoulders and cast a glance around the Leaky Cauldron that suggested he owned the establishment. Yeah, he was hot stuff.

In his head.

Terra Cota Malfoy, the mother in question, simply laid a hand on his shoulder and nudged him in the direction of the entry to Diagon Alley, "Go get your supplies, Sally-"

"MOTHER!" came the exasperated hiss at the use of the much hated nickname.

"-And meet me here at a quarter past 5." The mother continued, passing him a money bag for his shopping.

Salmandrius took the bag from his mother's hand and sulked off towards the street. He really needed to figure out how to do a Memory Charm on everyone who had ever heard or used that ridiculous nickname.

Jennifer felt the spinning slowing and knew that she was there at the Leaky Cauldron. She opened her eyes hesitantly when the spinning finally stopped, she hated traveling by the Floo network. If it hadn't been for her parents she would've come through the muggle world, and even though she had no idea how or where she still wanted to try something new.

"Pfft," She muttered as she brushed some ashes from the colar of her coat and waited for the nauseous feeling to subside. Urrgh, how she hated the over-protectivity of her parents, and she was going to get a new broom whether they liked it or not. They didn't have any idea that she'd been saving her pocket money for a while now to buy herself a decent racing broom, her only request which her father had refused without any explanation although she guessed that he was afraid she'd fall off the broom and break her neck. Her broom was one of the most old fashioned brooms on earth, and it was turtle slow.

She walked out of the fire place remembering that someone else may arrive any second and being thrown out of the firplace would be annoying. Yet the moment she walked, a strong feeling of dizziness and nausea overwhelmed her that she had to lean back on the wall facing the fireplaces, close her eyes and tried to breath regularly.

After the wave of nausea had subsided she straightened her clothes and held her handbag more tightly on her shoulder, and headed towards the door leading to the Leaky Cauldron, thinking about having a drink before going shopping.

"Why can't I bring my chocolate along with me, mother?" asked Pacifica Elizabeth Rombustus. She was a skinny, brown haired little girl and had a tiny obsession with chocolate. "It couldn't do me any harm. It's just chocolate, mother!" cried Pacifica.

"It's not good for your teeth, dear. " said Emily Rose Rombustus.

"Errrrgh." She muttered as she brushed the ashes from her rainbow coloured coat and felt like throwing up after the feeling of going through the Floo Network.

"Here is some money for you to buy your school stuff. I have to go somewhere. Be here at 6, sharp. Okay? Tata, Paci. Mommy loves you!" cried Emily.

"Okay, mommy. Bye! Love you too!" cried Pacifica.

"Oh boy, wish me luck.." muttered Pacifica as she exited the Leaky.

Ashley felt like the world was spinning all around her and finally felt it slow down. Ashley never traveled by floo powder before and landed flat down on her knees and hands.

John felt like the whole world was spinning like crazy since john never traveled by floo powder before and landed on his face.

Ambrosia was waiting for Jude as he spun into the fireplace. Floo always upset his stomach a bit and, as he stumbled forward into his older sister, he pressed a hand against his belly until the nausea subsided moments later. As expected, the Leaky Cauldron was bustling, filled with people of all ages and beings of various sorts. Jude shifted his gaze away from a pair of hags to his sister.

He watched her rifle through her bag and, after a few prolonged seconds, withdrew a drawstring pouch. The pub was loud; numerous voices and languages carried over clinking and thunking of dishes, frequent outbursts of laughter and general camaraderie. More pronounced than the noise was the scents: a melting pot of aromas wafted to the twelve-year-old and he salivated for bacon, ham, Cornish game hens, and fresh baked cookies.

“Are you listening, Jude?” His sister’s voice was sharp and snapped him from his reverie.

Guilty, he offered Ambrosia a sheepish smile. He was not, in fact, listening, and judging by her hands on her hips, she was short on patience.

“I said I’ve got to meet someone, so you’re on your own.”

“What? But mum said-”

“I made a promise.”

“Yeah? You promise mum.”

Ambrosia’s sigh was heavily exaggerated and she merely thrust the draw string pouch at him.

Scowling, Jude took the bag in hand. He highly suspected this “someone” his sister was meeting was a boy. It used to be, she had no problem toting him around to her friends, guys or girls, but now she took every chance she could to take off. He’d just let Dad know – if anyone, he’d be the least thrilled to find his daughter was sneaking off to meet boys.

“Your list is in there – oh Jude, don’t pout like that, it only works on Johnny anymore. Really now. You’re twelve. Merlin’s pants, Jude, you’re old enough to go about on your own. Honestly. Go forth, find your mates.”

For Jude, this was not a simple matter of age. What it really boiled down to, the truth, was this: Ambrosia was his friend, his best friend, and he’d been swapped out. This was probably how she felt when Vincent took off with his mates – or had she dumped him? Jude only remembered hearing of their row.

Glancing furtively to check that no one she knew was watching, Ambrosia leant forward, pecked Jude upon the forehead and drew back very quickly, with only a ruffle of his hair to spare.

“You’ve enough money in there for your supplies and maybe some sweets afterwards. Don’t buy extras ‘til you’ve got your supplies. I don’t need to explain you ran out of money ‘cos you were being a stupid prat.”

Without even a good-bye, Ambrosia adjusted the strap on her bac and strode off, leaving Jude alone near the Floo fireplaces. He made a noise a cross between a snort and a scoff. Next year, when Fable joined Hogwarts, he’d not ditch her, Jude vowed. Secretly, she was always his favorite, anyway.

Jamming the drawstring pouch in to his pocket, he strode off from the Floo fireplaces.

WOOSH. It took a few minutes for the almost-sixth year to realize where he was. Of course it was Diagon Alley but the floo system was so wonky that it made him forget stuff. Legend hated the floo system. And it wasn't due to the fact that when he was younger he had a fear of fireplaces. No, that wasn't it....really. It was because it made him forget stuff. Duh.

The blond emerged from the fireplace brushing off all the soot from his clothes. Time to buy some stuff make some friends and push over a bunch of people in the streets.

His eyes looked around the pub. It wasn't too busy today, cool-his eyes focused in on a small boy. DUDE small people shouldn't be in Diagon Alley by their selves! Right? Uh- he couldn't remember being that small..it was almost like three years ago, that was FOREVER. He walked over to the kid, until he was paces behind. "What do you think you're doing kid?" Legend asked loudly.

"...And so the Unicorn farted, and Morgan said the glitter I swore was there, was just part of my imagination. Just like the Unicorn. CAN YOU BELIEVE THAT, IAN?"

Ian McKensie did not bother to answer. In fact, he had no idea what on earth was Greer going on about except that he was going to be late for work, and he'd still had not given her the usual coaching that had be given whenever Greer was left on her own.

In typical Greer fashion, she'd bounced off the fireplace and resumed her story about magical beings without worrying over the state of her clothes. McKensie pursed his full lips, and with a flick of his wand got rid off all the dust on his sister's clothes and curling blonde hair. Tucking it inside his cloak, the eighteen year old put his hands on her shoulders as he bent down to meet the girl's eyes. He tried to muster a stern look that would hopefully take over his dark blue orbs. "Okay, Greer. No talking to strangers, no pocketing things that you've not paid for, not begging strangers for money if you lose yours, no give away your money, and most importantly--"

"---not taking food from strangers!" Finished the twelve-year old, cutting off her brother, and looking rather annoyed. The dissatisfied look on her golden brown eyes did not leave until the other boy, who had the same round face and child-like eyes that she possessed, took his hands off her shoulders, and departed with a small grunt.

Wiggling a little on her spot as freedom settled in, McKensie skipped towards the first familiar face she spotted, and clung to the person's hand. "LEGEEEEEND CHOSEN!" Sing sang the girl, with a huge beam. Then she proceeded to twirl around him. Noticing the presence of a stranger who seemed to be part of goblin, given his size, Greer wondered loudly, though not exactly at the unknown boy. "Who's the stranger?"

Strangers were potentially dangerous beings that would lock her up in their trunks, and sell her for two knuts in Knockturn Alley. Or at least that's what she'd been told by Ian.

Looking for comfort, the Gryffindor got hold of Legend Chosen's hand and half-hid behind him. Then she unabashedly stared at the other boy.

What did he think he was doing? What was this bloke on about? He was clearly only standing here, wasn't he? Was the kid blind? Weren't blind people supposed to have those seeing-eye-creatures? Jude glanced at his feet but saw nothing, and his eyes didn't look like they were magical eyes, just simple, normal eyes.

"I think I'm just standing here," replied Jude, quite honestly, looking up at the boy.

No sooner had he spoken these words, though, then a curly haired girl was yelling, presumably to the older boy, for Jude was not a Legend Chosen nor did he have any idea what these words might otherwise have meant. Brows lift in curiosity, he turned his green eyes on her. She was taller, but something about her seemed younger. Was she a ballerina? The girl reminded Jude of Fable - in fact, he was pretty sure Fable would get along with this girl. If she was here right now, she'd probably go up to the unkown girl and skip around with her and sing the stupid song about the Hippogriff.

"Stranger?" repeated Jude. Okay, admittedly, he was a stranger, and he didn't know the boy who'd begun talking to him, but she was the one who'd barged into their almost-conversation. "You're just as much a stranger," he pointed out, a defensive edge in his voice.

For a moment, he watched the way she sort of hid behind the boy, still very reminiscent of Jude's favorite younger sister, and Jude used the tip of his wand to rub behind his ears. Finally, he dropped his brows.

"I'm Jude. Second year Ravenclaw."

Whoa. The Leaky was all quite and peaceful one second, and the next it was filled with a twirling LOUD little girl. Legend blinked back his confusion. Oh, it was Greer the first year who didn't understand that HE was the master of all fristies...because she made him pour her juice.

Sure she seemed a bit annoying then but well...she seemed innocent enough. After all she was just singing his name and ...twirling. "Hey Greer!" Legend said grinning. Alright, he had to admit, she was acting sort of cute.

The blonde wasn't expecting her to grab his hand and hide. What was so scary..the midget? "The stranger's like..two feet tall.". Yeah...he was never that weird when he was younger. Legend's green eyes glared at the boy. "I can see you're standing there. I mean Jude You can't go into Diagon Alley alone! You'll get like run over...or kidnapped...or kidnapped then run over then robbed." Yeah? It could happen. You would think a Ravenclaw would be smarter! Jeesh.

"That's Jude. He's a Ravenclaw." He said answering the young girl's question. "But I don't think he's very claw-ish if you ask me." No one did but, yeah...he was Legend Chosen.

Greer tried to keep. Honestly, she really did. But the truth was that the Part-Goblin seemed too grumpy (or was his brain not developed enough?) for her to care, and Legend said wayyyy too much.

So her attention was soon given to a passing butterfly, to which Greer gave a small giggle and a tiny wiggly of her skinny fingers. But soon her attention was required by a half-breed and a tall blonde boy, and the girl placed her unfocused gaze on the latter. And then on the former. "Oh."

....

"I don't really like your tone, Jude Second Year Ravenclaw." All the same, she smiled a tiny smile at the short boy, "But it's nice to meet you all the same! I'm Greer McKensie, but you can call me Greer. Everyone does!" Well, no. A lot of people called her by different names, but that was beyond the point.

Greer blinked a few times at him, and then looked back at Legend. "Ravenclaw." Hmmmm. Maybe because his brain was part-goblin his brain was more developed than the average woman. Weren't goblins really smart? after all, they worked t Gringotts, and that involved a lot of mathematic and all that boring rubbish she did not care for.

"Wit beyond measure is a man's greatest treasure," stated the Gryffindor, quite blandly.

"Oi!" Jude's brows dipped towards his eyes again, a frown settled on his face for a moment. "I'm almost five feet, thank-you." As if he could elaborate this point, the boy puffed his chest and attempted to draw himself to his full height. Which was only 4'8" at best. Regardless, he tried to ignore the pink in his face. Even Fable was near his height, now!

You'll hit puberty soon enough his father tried to tell him but Erlach! Who wanted to hear that from their mother?

"You asked what I was doing," Jude mumbled. All he'd done was replied! The boy had asked! If he didn't want a response, don't ask a dumb question. He held his tongue, though, for this boy was clearly older than him. And taller. Hmph. "Anyway, it's not my choice to be here on my own. My stupid sister went off and abandoned me. Probably meeting some blighter or something. Some Hufflepuff, eh? Abandoning her own kin, her very own flesh and blood, for a swap spit with some bloke." Arms folded over his chest, he grunted. Stupid Ambrosia. "Anyway. I've not yet been run over or kidnapped, now have I?" His face shown with momentary pride, before he glanced at the curly top.

Ignoring the older boy's comment about not being very Ravenclaw-ish (what did he know, anyway?) and looked at the curly haired girl. "I wasn't aware I had a tone," he noted, unfolding his arms. At least she smiled. That was a good thing, right? Was she always going to call him Jude Second Year Ravenclaw, though? Would she keep it up even when he was a seventh year? "It's nice to meet you, too, Greer."

The silence which followed wasn't entirely uncomfortable and Jude settled into it for a moment, before she piped up again.

"Er. Yup. That'd be the motto of sorts," he told her. Did she want a cookie? A pat on the head? He reached his hand up for a moment, as if he was going to do so. After all, Fable didn't mind.

But then. Fable wasn't a stranger girl, either.

Lulu Patterson didn't know why Elizabarf had kept the truth hidden from her ADORABLE baby sister. All it would take was a simple 'I'm really a witch and not a victim of alien abduction' and Lulu would have been understanding. In fact, Lulu would have been Mugglefarting ecstatic! Her own flesh and blood a witch! JUST LIKE SHE WAS NOW! Except, the blanket of deceit had already been draped over Lulu's expansive head. It was too late for niceties so when ElizaBARF attempted to escort her through the floo network, Lulu stole the pot of floo powder and jumped in first. Alone.

She knew how to do it, after all, she had read up on it last year. What did she need a bigger sister for anyways?

The Leaky Cauldron was as crowded as Lulu remembered it to be and she squinted at the nearest patrons, daring them to come closer. Her wand was basically useless as there was that ever stupid law forbidding her from using magic outside of school. However, it could still be used as an adept poking device. All she needed to do was lodge it in the right spot and acquire an easy victory. Ha! Triumphant, FOREVER.

Her hands had found her hips as she chuckled to herself, pleased with her cunning. It was then that a small crowd of children made her blink curiously. One she knew to be Greer. There was a boy (DISGUSTING!) and a--well, Lulu wasn't sure what that was. Definitely some kind of hybrid magical creature. Fascinating!

"OI GREER!" shouted Lulu from afar, hands still on her hips as she took slow steps towards the gathered kids. "Are you being bullied again? You kick them on the shins, Greer. Right on the shins. I don't even know how to 'splain it to you anymore."

Well at least the Greer was getting along with the Not-Smart Ravenclaw right? Yes good? He actually didn't know, girls were weird and little girls were weirder..but she was smiling!

Five feet? Was he talking about in his dreams? The kid looked shorter. "So your basically the normal height for a nine year old?" Well DUH! Legend shook his head. No wonder these kids needed to go to school, they didn't know anything! "Yeah well, in that case you should have said breathing too. Or even being short." Yeah, cause the dude was doing all those things. Woah, woah, this kid was talking about his sister snogging some random dude? WHY WOULD ANYONE WANT TO THINK ABOUT THEIR SISTER SNOGGING? "You...are not normal." Legend said expressionless. Ew. "It's bound to happen. They'll kidnap you but then if they find you too annoying their just return you. But sometimes they don't have a receipt so then they are stuck with you. And then they can't return you so they try to run away but then you'll always follow them." Legend nodded. Wait..what was he talking about again?

"I know he's not that smart Greer but you don't have recite his own house motto." Unless this guy was really dull. But he wouldn't make fun of a second year. You know, as long as he didn't start talking about his sister making out with a random dude.

Legend turned his head to see ANOTHER short person coming his way. It was like, if he had a phobia of short people crowing around him right now...he'd be dead. "Uh...violence is never the answer?"