Ashleigh was clearly bored. Her zune was already plugged in, and she was listening to 'Break The Ice' by Britney. Again fiddling with the diamond ring - it was huge on her tiny fingers -, she found herself with an annoyed expression on her face. This was not the place where Ashleigh belonged - she belonged in a hotel in New York, pampering herself as much as possible.

However, a new figure appeared at the table, dressed head-to-toe in black with long black hair. She scoffed - her grandfather would never have approved. "God, goth much?" She muttered, her eyes narrowing, the fake eyelashes that were specially colored to match her skin tone gathering together. Her pale blonde bangs slid down her cheek again and she brushed them off, tossing her hair behind her so her own eyes were more clearly visible. The pink horizontal streaks in her hair caught the light, looking more like hot-pink than the original peach-pink she had chosen for it. Neon pink eyeshadow pulled the entire look together and made the face look flawless and her clothes matched. A black camisole, grey skinny jeans, red and white supra kicks. A zillion bangles were on her arms and her ears were hooped with genuine silver earrings, hoops big enough to wear as bangles. A true drama queen indeed.

Aiden Walker sighed and sat on the grass beside some girl he had no idea what her name was. He wasn't going to ask, either. She seemed a bit scared, so he just ignored her. As he looked around the place, everything seemed too bright. He blinked, hoping it was just the sun. He wasn't going blind, was he? He shook his head, standing up and going to the picnic tables and sitting down quietly.

Carmen Lopez looked as the boy beside her left. It wasn't her, was it? Yes, it probably was. She shivvered in the breeze, which was cold to her. She pulled her knees up to her chest and watched everyone with wide brown eyes, examining them.

Alexander was painfully aware of the Barbie's eyes boring into the back of his neck and he shivered, feeling his blood freeze with a mounting frustration. Furthermore, she was seemingly attached to hot pink, weaving it into her makeup and hair, and the color set the mildly chromophobic boy on edge. He spun his black earring in slow circles out of habit as he shrank from the blonde's stare, breathing deeply in an attempt, a futile attempt, to push his anger back down to his stomach where it bubbled like lava in the pit of a volcano. Another second ticked by and he was ripping the earphones viciously from his ears mid screamo chorus, and clunking to his feet with surprising grace for one weighed down by metal and boots as he was. His death rock hung ominously in the quiet, awkward atmosphere and from between pearly teeth Alex hissed, "Wouldn't you rather be looking at yourself, Princess. Your reflection's getting lonely." He imagined Princess lost to her own reflection like Apollo, swooning over her mirrored image. The thought brought a sadistic grin to his lips.

Ashleigh rolled her eyes ath the boy. This was the reason why she was so upset about being here in the first place - everyone seemed so out of it, such freaks and morons. He looked nervous, annoyed, insecure and like a freak, was being paranoid for no reason. Why anyone would want to send Ashleigh here, she had no idea. She, unlike other people (ahem) didn't have a fear of everything in the world.

As he turned around to hiss at her, she rolled her eyes. Oh please, this girl had looked down the barrel of a gun as a newborn... There was no way this was making her scared. She crossed her arms and got up to get as close as she could to him, her face inches from his. "And wouldn't you rather be heading to a barber shop, Gothic? Oh, that's right. You can't see an inch in front of your face." She smirked, her left hand on her hip, her blonde hair brushed away from her face with her right hand.

Jeremiah was already at the table. He sat there- staring out into space. Not really thinking of anything he was curious to when all the other people would start arriving. Slowly with time it started to fill. One by one people came in. He looked over- people we already starting to argue? Instead of getting involved he kept to himself- biting softly on the metal ring on the one side of his lip.

Coheed came trotting in. At moments she looked like she could own the place with self confidence- other times she looked like a coward or a whimp, or someone with no confidence at all. Really the girl had next to no confidence inside of her body. But when she came walking into a room, dark heavy makeup, blunt bangs across her forehead, the dark heavy knee high platform boots- she looked as though she could take anyone one. Her image was somewhat fierce walking towards the table. A ring of bullets lined her hips on the dark black skin tight pants. She light almost white, and being covered in all black didn't help much. A black velvet blazer kept her warm for the most part.

She sat down at the table, a leather bracelet with hoops hanging off jingled a bit as she did so. But other than that, Coheed hardly made any noise.

A man-like shadow drifted into the field, shoulders hunched and hands curled into tight fists. He moved noiselessly, his baggy jeans dragging along the ground and his guitar slung loosely over his back. He stopped beside an old oak tree, and slid gracefully to the ground, his black hair gelled up slightly and his dark, slanted eyes hidden behind dark sunglasses. Jay Jay laid his head against the tree and took off the sunglasses, then pulled his guitar off his back and layed it beside him. He pulled off his converses, then relaxed against the tree, his tanned skin going browner still in the strong sunlight. The were quite a lot of people here besides him, two of them were in the midst of a heated argument, but most of them sitting alone and secluded. He clenched his fists, a frown was appearing on his face. He didn't want to be here, he didn't want to be surrounded by freaks with mental problems, he just wanted to be alone. He punched the ground, missing his guitar by a few centimeters. Jay Jay looked at it, its smooth polished wood, and the perfectly tuned strings. It had accompinied him through everything he'd been through, he couldn't stop a small smile from appearing on his lips, but then he looked up and the smile went away. He was going to spend a whole year surrounded by freaks, and nothing would change that.

Alex's hand crept to his left arm where his wand was cradled in a leather holster. His eyes narrowed to mere slits, though Barbie could most likely not see this, but there were other signs of his obvious mounting lividness. His nose scrunched slightly, and his lips frowned. He pulled himself up until he was standing at full height (around 6'3"), and his aura, if possible, had darkened. He longed to thrash the life out of Ashleigh, pull out his wand and show her what six years and some prior lessons had taught him. He wanted to show her what he could do, what monstrous hatred possessed him at his most unstable states. She wouldn't laugh then, wouldn't smile. Princess didn't have a clue about people like him. "Grumpy, Princess?" He cooed in a velvety, angry tone. "But I can see how your mattress stuffed with diamonds could disagree with a delicate Barbie." He wasn't expecting, however, for her body to lurch so suddenly towards him. Heat shot through his veins and his heart ceased to beat. He was frozen for a moment as he jerked his own head back so that he was a safe proximity away from her eyelashes. His wand was ripped from the holster and he took a few discreet steps back, eyeing her with loathing. "And you're late for your beauty appointment. Better hurry.... Is that a split end? A wrinkle?" His wand was still at the ready, but regardless, he was on edge. What. If. She. Touched. Him? Alex's eyes flickered over to the new arrivals, appraising them. The freaks. They all probably wanted to make friends with each other, all wanted to be understood. He, however, never did care for friends. What was the point of his being here?

It was cold. Very cold. Or was that just her.Silly question really,corse it was her,she was always cold.She looked at the building infront of her.Maisy's now long blonde hair wipped in the wind.Sort of like the sort of dramatic moment you seen in a stupid pointless Romantic Movie,except there was no Romance in her life.There was nothing.Just this building.Her blue eyes scanned the entire building.This was her home.She looked at the people who had also arrived.She grunted.

Coheed looked over to the argueing barbie and the tall dark boy. There were already problems starting. Did Hogwarts not see a problem sending all there issued kids to the same school where they would have to face each other. Stuff like this would go on forever. She wasn't going to say anything though. Instead she just looked at the two of them. The boy insulting her, the girl looking as though she could explode into rage or tears any moment now.

Jeremiah looked over at them too. They seemed as though soon enough they were going to be eating each other heads. Give it time and it wouldn't really surprise him. He laughed slightly at the two pathetic children. It was going to be like this all year. "You know she is most likely going to destroy herself out of the fear of being ugly, you don't really have to do it for her." He said from where he was sitting to the boy.

Jay Jay couldn't stop himself from grinning when a boy nearby said something to the gothic boy who was fighting the barbie doll, but he quickly wiped the grin off his face. He would not be seen happy in this place, he hated it from the yellow grass to the grotty toilets. He just felt like running a knife through his heart, but he'd tried suicide several times, and as it was illegal and as he never seemed to suceed, he'd spent plenty of time down the police station answering questions and almost being sent to jail, until his mother came ranting and raving and killed all the police officers. The barbie doll reminded him of his mother, with her fake eyelashes and bleached blonde hair. He grinned as he thought about it, and then sipped from his water bottle. It was a hot day, and he could feel himself burning up. He absent-mindedly plucked one of his guitars strings and fiddled with the laces on his converses. It was going to be a long year, he could tell.

Lacey rolled her eyes, these people were so immature. Pushing her hand out of her sleeve, she watched the drawn wands fly gracefully through the air to her grasp. She had loss the need for wands or words after a short while in school. In a small voice, a whisper almost, she stood up and said,"I do not believe violence is needed." She said sitting back down silently. Glanced at the people around her, Lacey's cheeks went red. "Unlike princess, some of us cant afford having this place shut down." She added quickly. Steeling a glance at everyone, she let her eyes sit on two boys for a few moments. The boy who's wand she held along with 'Princess's wand and the boy who had made the comment about the fight.

Jeremiah looked over at Lacey as she started to talk too. He smiled a nodded. It was really the first smile seen yet through out the day. And why not smile! Why not be friendly? "Agreed. I need my education one way or another." This girl seemed like an alright person. While the two were fighting, she was making sense. "The name is Jeremiah Methal." He gave a curtious nod at the girl.

Ashleigh rolled her eyes. "First of all, how about you get a grip?" Nutjobs. Freaks. Why in the world did a Capone need to be here?! No, Ashleigh belonged in Chicago, sitting at a meeting with Jimmy Humphrey and Frankie McGurn, Not in some pathetic school for the 'mentally challenged'. He backed up and she smirked - "Something bothering you, Mister I-Hate-All-Colors?" She asked, a fake pouty concerned look. Her eyelashes suddenly turned from the light pink to an icy blue and her eyeshadow started changing colors too - it was specially made that way, and Ashleigh new it would turn a light turquoise. She was getting cattier by the moment.

Ashleigh's eyes narrowed as a boy seemed to speak. What? Fear of being ugly? Well, Ashleigh didn't want to be gross... Unlike some people here... But afraid? What? She whipped around to face him, "First of all, how about you brush your hair. Looks like you haven't done that since you were born." She snapped, both hands on her waist, one blonde eyebrow cocked. "Second of all, watch your mouth. You don't possibly know if I'm actually afraid of being ugly, right? Which, by the way, I'm not." She lied through her teeth, and she did it well. Rolling her eyes at him one last time, she turned around... To be interrupted again.

The girl was annoying, period. She was being timid, which was what Ashleigh hated the most. "Oh, and you needed to jump in to save the day, of course, Miss Einstein." She hissed, hissing at the red girl. Her wand was taken from her and she watched with narrowed eyes. Putting her right hand out with her left hand on a waist, she frowned. "Give it back." she hissed, her most menacing voice. You could just tell that Ashleigh would tear this girl down, piece by piece if she wanted to.

Jeremiah looked over at the girl everyone has seemed to nicname princess. His eyes rolled up as though he was looking at his hair. He shrugged slightly. "I assume it is a bit of a mess. Forgot to brush it." He patted his hair down with his hands slightly and smiled. Did everyone really have to be so miserable? "If you didn't care about looking ugly miss, you wouldn't wear so much makeup up nor do your hair. Anyone who spends any time on them selves in the morning is afraid of being ugly." He said with a bit of a nod. "Perhaps not afraid of someone thinking their ugly." He waved his hand to the boy all dressed in black. "But afraid that they would fulfill there thought of beauty."

Ashleigh rolled her eyes. "No, really? I never noticed." She replied sarcastically, her eyes narrowed. He began to ramble - that was the problem with the kids around here. They always thought that their opinions always mattered, people really cared about their thoughts. Yawn - boring much?

He moved onto the matter of 'ugly'. Rolling her eyes, she crossed her arms and sighed. "And, perhaps, you ever think that nobody really cares?" She asked mockingly, her right eyebrow raised. Her eyeshadow was turquoise now and she was in full-on catty mode. No one around here, it seemed, appreciated the fact that Ashleigh was absolutely normal, unlike what her parents and everyone else thought. She herself was normal, yes, very much so. Apparently her parents thought she was 'vain, self centered and was obsessed with looks and money.' Which, by the way, was not true in any way what-so-ever.

Jeremiah shrugged and looked up at the sky, a smile still on his face. Well now he could at least she why she was here. Snappy, this girl defiantly had an attitude. "Perhaps." Is all he said. Jeremiah wasn't going to give her the satisfication of him snapping. She sure was trying hard- but to Jerry, it just didn't matter. Instead he left his words at Perhaps and looked over down on the other end of the table.

Lacey smiled lightly over to Jeremiah,"Lacey O'Brian." She said in her light tone. Her smile didn't fade when the girl spoke again. This girl was pretty, no doubt, but she handled herself inappropriately. "I'm sorry, but I don't feel as if your wand will do you good." She shrugged. "I'll give it back, with one tip. Use it wisely, or next thing you know, it'll disappear." Lacey said shrugging, tossing the wand in the air, it disappeared into thin air. Putting her hands behind her back, she stood, starring at where the wand now sat, right in front of 'Princess'. "So, what's your name, unless you prefer Princess?" She said in a tone lighter than snowflakes drifting down.

Ashleigh rolled her eyes. What a freak, she thought to herself, turning around to the other girl who was getting on her nerves. Even bigger freak, even bigger loser that this person standing in front of her.

Ashleigh's eyes narrowed. She had thrown her property on the ground. "Pick. It. Up." She hissed, her eyes narrowed as she looked from her wand to the annoying stupid little... Ugh. Anyways. She rolled her eyes as the girl decided to ask names. "Ashleigh Capone. And yes, I'm related to Al Capone. So pick it up or you might find yourself in a sticky situation." She replied coldly, her pale blue eyes narrowed in the way that always scared other girls. But then again, these freaks were not normal.

Coheed looked over farther down the table where everyone has seemed to collected. Were they still going on with the Barbie girl and the other boy. Most likely they had gotten everyone involved. But Coheed, she wasn't about to go over there and get herself involved. That would be next to suicide.

Jeremiah looked over at the wand on the ground and at the girl who just introduced herself as Lacey. And now the princess had called herself Ashleigh. "Al Capone? Who is that?" Most likely some muggle person Jeremiah thought. But as he thought that it seemed as though Ashers exploded inside of herself.

Jeremiahs dark eyes looked down at the wand and up at her. "Too much work for you?" A small smile still across his face. She did seem very much like a princess. As though it seemed on the outside not to annoy Jerry at all, inside he could feel his insides collapsing into each other.

Lacey's mouth seemed to get smaller, a thin line on her face. She was contemplating the outcomes of certain actions. She began to laugh lightly. "Al Capone? Al Capone! That makes you think your a big shot? He wasn't even that amazing. Just an F.Y.I., I mean, what about someone more sinister?" Lacey shrugged. Her voice was a bit stronger. "I don't want to start a fight, but I will protect myself. You need more than a name to scare me." She said smiling. Glancing at Jeremiah again, she looked back to Princess. He's cute. She felt her insides twist when that thought came across.

Jeremiah looked over at Lacey. She seemed to know who this guy was? And he must have been someone, at some point, somewhere. But any of those somes, well he didn't know one of them. Not the slightest clue. "I say we all drop this little mess!" Jerry said cheerfully. He knew that this was going to happen the minute he walked in. Everyone would be fighting, he would find himself in it too. "Let's all just sit down and relax and wait for the teachers to come out."

Ashleigh narrowed her eyes. "If you don't know, you obviously have never read a history book." She replied, rolling her eyes in the way that obviously said 'Duh'.

He made fun of her? Oh, if that was 'making fun of someone', it would be worse. "No, it's just that little miss mental-case is being a rude little snob and she should ask what she's asked to do." She replied, crossing her arms now.

Ashleigh smirked. "Oh, you don't think I can do anything? I will, if I want to. I'll get you..." She took a step towards her, a carefully measured one. "And your loved ones..." Another step. "And every other person connected to you."

She really meant it.

Ashleigh rolled her eyes. "Whatever, freak." she replied sarcastically, rolling her eyes to get the point across. She really didn't want to be here so she'd make sure every one of these losers and freaks would know it.

Lacey wished that Jeremiah's idea would work. As Ashleigh inched closer and closer, Lacey walked straight up to her,"Try it." She said coldly. This girl was in for it. Lacey had a few spells she had thought up waiting to be used. Before anything could happen though, a voice sounded clearly.

"Now, now ladies. No need for anything to happen." Avera McAlilster said, her voice in a melody, although it stayed in one tone. She smiled brightly to them all,"I am Madame McAlister, your school supervisor. Myself and my associate Professor Carter will be breaking you up into groups, male and female, to show you your places. There will be two to a room, all the rooms will be in the same hallway, boys on the right, girls on the left." She said loud, a sure pride shinning. "Now, room partners. In Room 1L, Maisy Crawford and Olivia Bentley, In 2L, Carmen Lopez and Ashleigh Capone, and in 3L, Lacey O'Brian and Coheed Grim. Follow me Ladies, your belongings are in your room, you just chose your beds and get to know your roommates." She smiled walking on into the castle.

Andrew Carter walked up closer to the group,"Listen up." He said flatly. "I expect behavior. 1R, Joseph James, Garrett Fletcher. 2R, Nathan Morgan, Jay Jay Daniels. 3R, Jeremiah Methal, Alexander Visser. Get up there, chose your beds. The only rules are as follows. 1. There will be no violence in this school. 2. No inappropriate actions with the ladies. 3. Keep your grades up. Get a move on." He said pointing to where the girls had just disappeared to.

Lacey walked behind Madame McAlister. She prayed that her roommate would be somewhat bearable. Walking into her room, she couldn't help but smile at the golden plaque that sat next to the door on the wall.

3L:
Grim, Coheed
O'Brian, Lacey

Turning around, she glanced at the other plaque across the hall.

3R:
Methal, Jeremiah
Visser, Alexander

Raising her eyebrow she turned and opened the door. Each room had a touch of color based off of the ability of standing things. It was brighter in here. But more of a dim bright. Sitting on the bed with a golden lining, white filling the designs out.

Coheed looked up. Well The lady did seem rather nice, the man on the other hand- to her he seemed as though he was all business. Yet the girl way happy that the two adults had came to the rescue. If they came just moments after the barbie or the red head would be missing an arm, or worse. She got up and walked behind the rest.

Jeremiah smiled as the man came and started talking to the guys. He did seem to be a bucket of joy. But there was nothing to do about it really. So instead argue about it he got up from the seat and started to follow the crowd. As they neared the rooms he noticed that his and the other boys were right across from the girl he had introduced himself to earlier. "Looks as though we are neighbors." He said to Lacey and winked before opening the door and walking in.

Coheed had found her room. They were easy to find luckily. Her room mate had the door already open and was making her way in. Quietly Coheed followed behind her. The girl's trunk already on the foot of the bed. On her bed wasn't any gold, like the others. Hers had a nice black and white print. Very Victorian, very Coheed.

Lacey glanced back to Jeremiah, unable to get a word in, she saw his wink. Lacey just blushed and got up to close the door. Turning to Coheed she smiled, walking to the side of her bed that faced Coheed's she said lightly,"I'm Lacey, you must be Coheed. It's nice to meet you." The feeling crept up her throat. When things came down to permanent situations, chances of rejection came higher. Why was she afraid of something so stupid.