Originally Posted by AmbiguouslyMe

Thornton waved in greeting at Eden. He didn't know the older girl very well, but she had been really nice to him the year before. Watching Kyroh wave as well, though, it struck him home much taller he seemed, even sitting down. "Whoa, dragons?" Thornton's eyes grew big, wondering what seeing an actual dragon would be like. He smiled though. "Being a big brother is pretty cool," he added. "Little brother or little sister?"

He was about to head into his summer, but he spotted Penelope headed their way. Waving to her, he grinned when she sat down.

"My summer was good. I practiced my cello a lot. Did some reading. Paige came to visit. Spent time with my little sister." He shrugged. "It was pretty quiet. What about yours?"

Out of the corner of his eye, he spotted the Grey Lady, and remembered the awkward way he had greeted her last term. "Good evening, Lady," he offered with a nod. "Thank you for your welcome back." No awkward attempt at a handshake this time.

Originally Posted by AmbiguouslyMe

Thornton laughed as Kyroh described the dragons. "That sounds incredible," he said, though he wondered about the kill at first sight. Surely there needed to be some sort of system to differentiate intruders from workers. Maybe he'd ask Dima...

"Little sisters are great," Thornton said with some personal knowledge. "My little sister, Mairwen, is six." He nodded at Kyroh. "Yours will get bigger. You should ask your parents to send you pictures." Thornton didn't exactly remember Mairwen growing so quickly, but they'd been looking at photos this summer and Thornton thought it was kinda astounding how big a difference even a month or two made when she was an infant.

"Oh, you don't know Paige?" Thornton twisted to see if he could spot her in the hall. "She's a Hufflepuff. Curly hair." Thornton gestured to his hair and twisted his finger. "Penelope, you know Paige, don't you?"

If not, there were introductions to be made!



Thornton smiled as she remembered him. "I did, thank you. And yours?" He supposed she just remained around the castle, but perhaps it was nice to have it free of students for a few months.

Originally Posted by Kaos.Doodles

"Gringotts dragons." He bobbed his head as he watched his housemates eyes grow."Trained to protect and kill on first sight!" Except...not exactly because then he'd be dead. Kyroh figured they just killed intruders not the people taking care of them. "Little sister." He held out his hands to try and show how big she was but was probably off. By a lot. "And she's really little." As in, he couldn't even play with her yet or anything. Which kind of sucked.

He pulled his attention away from Thornton as Penelope sat down. "Hullo Penelope!!" He hoped her fingers were okay from the train ride, and that she had remembered to pick up her wand.

Turning back to Thornton the third year grinned. Cello? Little sister??"You have a little sister too?" They should start a big brother club! With Dot! Even though she wouldn't be a brother but still! "Who's Paige?"

It was at that moment that the Grey Lady chose to arrive, Kyroh waved slightly, but hesitantly. He still wasn't sure about her after she had given him a stern warning against saying TRUE FACTS about his Head of House.

Originally Posted by natethegreat

Originally Posted by keepmeclose22

Austin knew Ophie was right. He knew they should stop, and he would have. If it wasn't for the Snake about to punch him. Austin took a stance, ready to pounce. But a smile crossed his face as the boy dropped his fist. His words had sunk in, and it made him oddly happy. It wasn't a good happy, no. It was one that looked out of place on the third year's face.

"How dare I!?" Austin said loudly. "I don't even know you, and so far you have lied, tried to get in my personal life, and disrespected an elder!" He was referring to the prefect of course. Prefects were to be treated like elders, they were to be respected. That's what his mother had taught him. This snake obviously was never taught that. But he was taught to fight, apparently, which was something his mother also told him not to do.

But his mother wasn't here. Austin pushed the Snake, not caring who saw. Yea, he'd probably get in trouble, but what did that matter? This fourth year needed to be taught some manners. "Don't you know anything? Don't disrespect prefects. Or was respect not something they taught in France?"

With every word he spoke, the thought of Ophie was in the back of his mind. She would probably get in trouble for this, her sisters would never let her live this down. But he would defend her for as long as they were friends, and even longer than that. He would make sure she didn't get in trouble, and if she did, he would have to make it up to her. But that was a different problem for a different day. Right now, he had a Snake to worry about.

Originally Posted by carpediem

As Gregroire pulled out his wand, Ophelia took a couple of steps back, falling onto the bench again. The twelve year old had never seen a wand pulled in anger, and it was terrifying. And in the middle of the Great Hall? Her yells had been ignored by him, obviously, and all that was left to do was for the fight to escalate. And the small girl was caught in between. Could they just not do this? She loved both of them, Gregroire like a brother and Austin.... well, like an Austin. And now she was watching the two men argue and fight. It was too much. A tear slipped out of the floodgates, and the Ravenclaw thumbed it angerly away. She wasn't going to be a bystander. Something had to happen.

And Austin had completely lost it. He was yelling, Gregroire had yelled and she was flinching at their words. The elder boy had almost thrown a punch! That's it, she HAD to attempt to do something. There was no more sitting by. There was a fight brewing and even though her parents were going to be angry, it was not the time to worry about parents. It was the time to worry about them hurting each other and getting expelled. All of them getting expelled. Hopefully someone in her family would understand.

Springing up from the bench, the blonde took a running start and pushed Austin back a bit. Thank Merlin for her arm and leg muscles, or the kid would've been completely unable to do that. Taking a few steps back, she tried to talk to him, hoping that he would listen. Another tear tried to budge from her eye. She furiously hoped it would listen and stay where it belonged.

"Austin, stop! This isn't you! You wouldn't do this! Who cares about Gregroire? He's just a flea! He means nothing! Don't let him annoy you!" And then the blonde turned around, her blonde hair hitting hr in the face.

"Gregroire! Stop! Go back to your table already! You've done enough damage without getting into a fight!" There had to be some courage she was digging straight from her toes at this point, because there was no way she would do this normally. But years of being the youngest had taught her one thing, and that was when crap hit the fan, she still could fix it. Sometimes.

And the Prefect? She was kind of on his side? Smiling at the older boy, the Ravenclaw looked back at both, trying to save what could be a great disaster on the first day of school. It was either save it or watch it happen, and the twelve year old girl was not going to let this just happen. She loved both of them too much.

Originally Posted by Govoni

Gabriel blinked at the Slytherin, so sure he'd been covert about performing the spell...

.....but the one good thing about the situation was that...Gabe forgot to be nervous when the teasing turned in his direction. He'd been picked on so many times...and by people who were much better at it. So, he knew how to better deal with that sort of thing....which still wasn't that well, truth be told...but was much better than what these two younger Claws were doing. He didn't cry or scream. So, that was something?

Steeling himself, he took some deep breaths to make absolutely sure his voice didn't crack, waver. AND he was MUCH more careful this go around about making absolutely sure the Slytherin did not see the motion.

"Silencio."

He meant it. Stop talking.

Originally Posted by Tattie

Clara was not one for confrontations, nor did she often feel the need to get involved with other people's business ... okay, that last bit was a lie, but right now her blood was boiling. So much so that she couldn't even focus on the arrival of Rorie and Damien to the 'claw table. They could wait. She knew they didn't have any interest in her, anyway.

As for her own interests, they were currently focused on a rather LOUD argument between Gabriel and an unknown Slytherin.

Spells were been cast.

Usually, this situation would leave her anxious and unable to do anything of use, but for unknown reasons only few of those signs were showing. She was shaking and her palms were sweating, but other than that, she felt completely focused. While watching and listening, Clara slowly approached. Now, as a Prefect, she knew Gabe could handle the situation perfectly fine, but ... Clara was never a patient one. She tapped the Slytherin's (Gregoire) shoulder. "Excuse me. That's no way to speak to a Prefect." From her tone it was obvious she wasn't messing around. Despite her short height of 5'3" and reluctance to use physical violence, she could be a force to be reckoned with potentially. She could feel her panic growing, but she stood her ground. This was their table and her friend.

Originally Posted by natethegreat

Originally Posted by keepmeclose22

Austin was surprised when Ophelia shoved him away. She was a strong for someone so small. His stutter only lasted a few minutes before his rage took back over. "Ophie, this has gone beyond anything. He has now disrespected our Prefect. This is about something much more now. And I don't want you to get hurt." His words were spoken with a yelling tone, but there was sincerity behind them, and he hoped she could see that.

A smirk grew across Austin's face as the Slytherin couldn't speak. He wanted to high five the prefect. That's how you handle this! But there wasn't any time for celebration as Gregoire ran at the older Ravenclaw. If this was how the French boy handled his anger, than he was the unwise one. Which was fitting since he was in Slytherin. Ravenclaws were the wise, Slytherin were... well they were the snakes.

This ends here. Thought Austin.

The lanky 5'5'' Ravenclaw ran at the fourth year full force, hoping to at least knock him off course. He made contact, that was for sure, but what happened after that, was a blur to him. He wanted to punch the boy harder than anything. He wanted to make this boy pay for calling him dumb, and disrespecting the prefect. This boy knew nothing. It didn't matter that he was a fourth year. Austin knew more about life that this boy. He had spent the whole summer taking care of both his father's shop and his younger sister. He had one friend, and they saw each other once in the whole year. His whole summer full of anger at life was about to be taken out on this boy.

He balled up his fist and took a swing for the boy in the green robes, aiming for his cheek.

Originally Posted by Tattie

She'd never been in a situation like this before, it was crazy. The boys were using physical strength ... something she didn't posses and something didn't think Gabe would use. She didn't know what to do, but she felt she had to do something. Anything. Charms were good in theory, but in reality ... she could get in serious trouble, but she couldn't see anyone else coming to help. The time it would take to run to the staff table ..... someone could get hurt. Gabe could get hurt.

More hurt, rather.

Seeing him being struck down set something off inside her.

She tried to assess the situation. Her logic was telling her to go to a teacher, but her insticts were telling her to prevents them for causing more damange. She'd seen enough of it in her time. With that seemingly decided in her, disrarding any possible consequence. Clara raised her wand and pointed it at the two boy, and unfortunately also Gabe, and shouted her spell. "IMMOBULUS!"

Well ...................... now what? Panic.

Originally Posted by Deezerz

She had no idea what was going on. Absolutely none for the fact that a student, one of her OWN, was charging at the Ravenclaw Prefect like a bull. For Fawkes' sake! He was a Slytherin not a Gryffindor! What was going on with her snakes? Was there something in the water? Had their table been lathered in some kind of potion that made them lose their wits?

Slytherins were looking bad tonight and it was making the Prefects -- especially her, she didn't care about Caleb -- look bad, as well.

No more.

Stomping toward the Ravenclaw and rolling up her sleeves, Beverly withdrew her wand. Oh, look, another Gryffindor wannabe. "Hey!" She wasn't going to use it at anyone, not yet at least. "Stop this right now!"

All of them. She wasn't afraid to use a bit of fist power, but...house points were already precariously on the line. Beverly expected the Slytherin to back down.

Cool status: zero.