Maura tipped her head back. "Uuaaaaggghhhhh. I am going to hate flowers for the rest of my life," she said jokingly. she followed Patty's gaze to the staff table. "Yes, but I'm sure we'll get used to them in time," she said.

Chris looked at Melinda. "Thanks." He said to her as she cleaned his shirt. He looked down at the shirt. "Looks like this shirt ruined." Chris said to her with a half smile on his face.

Melinda looked at Chris's shirt and sighed. "It sure looks like...but don't worry...sure a good handwash will be enough to get some of the stains out and then, put it shown to the sun..." She told him and smiled.

"And besides...this is a school...all this tends to happen..." She told him and giggled.

Patricia giggled again, "I really do hope so, or this year will be a horror!" she grinned to Maura. "By the way, have you met Winter yet?" She nodded toward the her other new friend.

Patricia thought for a moment, "I collect chocolate frog cards, listen to music, both magical and muggle. I like to draw; i have this cool artist's box my uncle Ernie gave me. It has lots of paint brushes, oils, pastels... the works!" she said in one breath. "How about you..." as she was finishing asking Winter about her own pastimes, Patricia suddenly felt something land on her shoulder with a soft splat. Turning her head, she saw a blob of mashed potatoes just sitting there; looking further, she saw something of a food fight starting off down the table. "Oh nooooo!" She frowned at the mess it was causing.

Chris couldn't help but laugh at the whole thing. "Yeah its really not a big deal." He said with a sigh.

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Livvy glanced up from her book and yelped as she ducked down to miss a flying plate of pie. Oh... how nice of them. She sat back up and then thought, Oh.. what the heck? Livvy grabbed a some mashed potatoes and threw them at random people.

Melinda laughed and finished cleaning her boyfriend's shirt. "That should be it for now...remember the handwash..." She said and smiled to Chris.

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Winter saw a big blob of potatoes flying through the air and shrieked, "Patty, quick, move!" but it was to late. The potatoes had landed on her new friend's shoulder. "Are you okay, Patty?" she asked handing her a paper towel.

Oooh. Already Issy had decided she liked this boy, for the mischievous glint in his eyes and the way he smiled. And he was rather cute, she decided, with pretty blue eyes that were very… well, pretty. Eyes that one could easily fall into, at the very least, which made her feel very foolish and silly. His hair, too, she noticed, was nice. Issy quite liked boy hair and often felt the urge to play with it.

Forcing herself to turn to Willow, she ducked her head in slight shame and nodded, a small grin curling on her lips, whether a lingering swoon directed to the boy or a happiness for seeing Willow, she couldn’t be for certain. Perhaps it was a combination of the both, for her cheeks hadn’t yet lost their patchy pinkness.

“Just a bit late,” she noted, glancing over at the boy, up through her lashes. He was teasing, she knew, in a playful sort, and it only made her lips pucker in attempt to ward off another grin. “Sure it’s only a couple odd hours? I was thinking I surely must’ve been out for a good five hours.” Did she bat her lashes? Issy might have fluttered her lashes at the boy. “I figured a fashionably late entrance had to be the best of them all, yes?” Coyly, she rose her shoulders, smiling.

Flirting was second nature to Issy and suddenly, with all these boys around, Issy found it wasn’t exactly THAT hard to keep her mind off Samson.

Except that he was still there, at the back. As she glanced around the Great Hall and spoke, she found her eyes scanning around for Samson. Thus far, she hadn’t caught sight of him and, though she tried to pretend it hadn’t, her stomach kind of plummeted.

Against her will, Issy was quite desperately missing Samson, possibly more so because she was trying to push him out of her life.

“Pleasure to meet you,” she told the boy, trying to change the topic of her mind. “I’m Isabella Cortella, but everyone just calls me Issy.” Insert charming smile here.

A slightly worried expression crossed Jean Raoul’s face as the girl turned bright red. Was this normal? He had known girls before, at Beauxbaton, but they usually did not flush like this, with no provocation. The only blushers he was accustomed to were people who flushed with anger, or so he thought. And now this girl was flushing, and he hadn’t knowingly done anything to frustrate her. Had he?

“Erm… no apology is necessary, mademoiselle,” he said politely. “And I am quite fine.”

Well… now he was standing there, towering over the table and looking quite ridiculous. He quickly sat back down on the bench, in his seat next to the girl. The girl whose name he did not know… oh, that was a problem. But an easily curable problem, nonetheless.
“I’m terribly sorry, but I don’t believe I know your name. Mine is Jean Raoul,” he said, his accent causing the entire statement to flow together. “Jean Raoul Devereux, that is.”

Patty tried to gently remove the blob, giving the older students that were fighting, a rather nasty look. "I'm ok, Winter. But now I'm stuck with a dirty robe." she said after removing most of the stuff. A whitish circle could still be seen though. "Do you know any kind of spell to remove this junk, Winter?" she asked with a desperate tone, moping a little bit.

Jason came over with a wet rag with soap on it. Jason cleaned Patricia's robe. " There you are for right now" Jason told Patricia. He left the RwavenClaw table.

Patricia kinda jumped a little when she suddenly saw a wet rag close to her face, rubbing the dirty spot on her robe. Looking up, she saw that it was Jason coming to her rescue. But as she was about to speak, Jason left the table without waiting for her words of thanks. "Thanks, Jason!" she shouted after him, wondering if he had heard her.

Willow! What a beast! She was such a snob and that other girl - whoever she was - was irritating him. Last year - he could get kicked out and go join the aliens. He opened his mouth to snap at the two of them - but closed it when Vindictus came over. Great.

Shooting a glare at Willow, silently blaming her for involving this professor, then folded his arms across his chest as he stared at Vidictus. He remembered back at the boys school how Gav got points taken away for what - a twisted tie? Gimme a break.

And here Willow was making up stories! About him getting lost! God forbid, he wasn't that dumb. Oh, he'll get back at her. Just wait. "No, I'm not lost," Gavin flashed a look at Willow, although speaking to Vindictus. "Willow's just making up stories to get me in trouble." Idiot.

"I was looking for Samson," Gav added, then froze when they both demanded an apology. Him - apologize to HER? No way! Gavin doesn't do apologies! But wait... Gavin had to go back to his table? Nuh-huh. He wasn't going back to those losers.

"Apologize to her?" Gavin more-or-less yelped. "What for? I didn't do anything!" Willow was the one starting it by making up stories of how lost he was. Plus, all he did was greet her. Man, was she high and mighty.

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Elizabeth nodded. "Yeah, Bella is short for Grizabella." Then she trailed off as it seemed Asteira had chosen to go past that as a subject. Smiling a bit, she went on. "You could look at it that way. But it also meant I couldn't just sit and enjoy the ride."

She waited as Asteira finally noticed Ludo, then turned back to her as she apologized. "It's okay. I don't know that we would have gotten a lot of time to talk or anything anyway." She shrugged as chess came up. She had never really gotten into chess. But maybe that was because she had never known anyone who had played it before.

As she was asked if it was the green, she laughed. "Yes and no. It identifies you as a member of Slytherin, but doesn't mean anything, really. It's just, some Slytherins get really into their superiority thing, and it reflects badly on others." She presonally had never developed the need to separate people by houses. And then she looked back at Asteira, surprised. "A competition? For points?" She shook her head. "No, I don't think there should be wagers."

She flushed a bit as she could tell her cousin was getting frustrated by her specifying their relationship. "I'm sorry," was all she could get out. She didn't really know why she did it.

She was curious where someone would find a name such as grizabella, but she wasnt about to ask. " Well it also means you didnt have to sit there and be bored. Theirs a bonus. And thanks to your bella she gave you exercise. Always good to have." she pointed out the good things about her little adventure on the train. she heard superior as she wished now she had took the time to read that huge book again." what are we Superior to? I like the color green, but really isnt my favorite color." she teased lightly as though the colors were the reason they were better. hopefully she hadnt explained it while she had spaced. she smiled as she had to laugh a little at her cousin. She looked a little petrified if you asked her." No wagers then. Just to see who's better?" she loved competitions, challenges...whatever you would like to call them.when Elizabeth apologized for setting everything straight in their family tree she just gave her a shrug." whatever."

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Ludo snapped his attention away from the ceiling and back to the table talk. Liz commented on his trip to the school. He grinned, "Yes. Very relaxing. Did you find your cat?"

Asteira asked him about his chess game. "Sadly, I never got the opportunity. It'd be pretty lonely to play against myself. But now that I'm back amongst some Ravenclaws, I might find an opponent. That or Gobstones." He smiled as he thought of secret Gobstones tournaments held by Cooper and Belle teachers last term.
Asteira then mentioned wagers on House Points. It honestly sounded fun.
"Sounds interesting. Although I've been on the short side of earnings in previous terms. So maybe a wager isn't for me."

She then talked about green clothing...
"Green? So are you a Slytherin now?"

"well at least if you played against yourself you would always win." she listened to him talk about gobstones as she hadnt heard of that either." well i'll play you sometime, but im not the best at it either. Must be a family thing." asteira teased as elizabeth said she wasnt good at it either." I'll try anytime you would like." she offered him as she then asked both or anyone either. " whats gobstones?" as ludo said he didnt want wagers either she decided to completely give up the wagers idea." alright so just playing to see who wins with the most points. You in ludo? More the merrier" she asked hopeful that he would join in. when ludo asked if she was slytherin she gave him a nod." Yes, but you wont see me without my scarf." she said pulling out a little bit of her red silk scarf.

Asteira had spaced out there for a few minutes as she came back to catch that everyone was talking about houses and quidditch. Not before Elizabeth explained the unfortunate events of last years school change. Quidditch was alright for her, but you werent going to get her near a broom. She wasn't one to be floating in mid air with nothing but air between you and the ground. It was a disaster waiting to happen.

Jason walked back to The RavenClaw table." You welcome Patricia" Jason told her.

"Ummm, no, sorry I don't know one maybe one of the older students can help." she answered looking helpless. Just as she said this she saw an older boy walking toward them with a wet rag.

Jason sees the girl talking to Patricia. " I know Patricia, but I like to get to know you" jason told her. "What is your name?" Jason asked her. "My name is Jason Potter Weasley." he said to the girl.

Sela took her seat and stared around at the Great Hall in amazement. She had spent the better part of the train ride there trying to picture what Hogwarts would look like outside of the books, and it definitely did not disappoint. Everything that was impossible before now happened all the time. Looking up and down the table, she already saw members from the other houses walking up to talk with old friends. She recounted everything that had happened since the morning; going to the magical train by walking through a wall, watching others cast spells in the other compartments, departing to see carriages moving of their own accord, crossing the lake, being sorted into Ravenclaw... She doubted anything bad could happen at all.

"Hi Jason, I'm Winter. Thanks for helping my friend. It's only my second year and I don't know many spells." she said with a smile.

Chris gave Melinda a kiss on the cheek. "Meric Mademoiselle, and yes I will remember that." Chris said chuckling.

Winter saw a girl take a seat at the table and thought she should say hello. "Hello, I'm Winter. Is this your first year at Hogwarts?" she asked the girl with a smile.

Sela looked up to see a girl slightly older than herself talking to her. She nodded a little too enthusiastically. "Yeah. It's amazing..." Everyone probably said that, but it didn't decrease the truth. She wondered if they would be able to explore after the feast. "I'm Sela." she said after realizing she had failed to introduce herself.

Patricia looked between the two of them, quite glad that everyone was so friendly around here.

"That's fine, Winter... Jason just cleaned me up with a wet rag he had." she said while still brushing her shoulder with vigorous swipes with her napkin. "I guess it'll be ok once its dried." she put the napkin back on the table.

Patricia smiled as she heard those words... she was someone's friend now.
She beamed quite contentedly.

"Nice to meet you Sela. Yes, it is truely amazing." she siad looking around the Great Hall. "Hey Sela, this is my friend Patty." Winter said as she pointed to the girl sitting next to her.