As the Gryffindors chatted away, the doors to the Great Hall opened and Cale Newell slipped inside. He pushed a piece of curly hair off of his forehead and headed over to the table, making sure his Gryffindor prefects badge was gleaming in the light. He wanted everyone to know what house we belonged to today. Yup yup.

"Hi everyone!" he said with a grin, hurrying over to the place where his friend--and, of course, his girlfriend, Anna Greingoth--were sitting. Unfortunately he hurried a bit too fast and tripped over his own two feet, crashing into the table with a slight bang. The silverware rattled and he knocked over the goblet of water that was at the seat he was about to take and he blushed. Pulling out his wand, he cleaned up the mess and sat down as his cheeks grew impossibly warm. "I, erm...no one saw that," he muttered. Gah. Stupid feet. They always ruined amazing entrances with him.