Kyle turned and cocked an eyebrow at Cam deciding to make her eat her words. "O so yo think im tall and handsome?" he asked cocking his eyebrow and running a hand through his hair. "But what about mysterious?" he asked making his voice as husky as he could get it and laughed. "No Kyle did not." he said objectively but distinctly remembered getting picked on as a first year for wearing glasses. Good thing his mom had fixed his eyesight.

She wanted to scream till no end. Why was she the one who had to deal with this? "Yes, I know you were hurt,and I figured you'd done something those twenty minutes you were gone. It doesn't take that long to buy some junk food." she started,just winging it and hoping she made sense. "But you simply kissed Zeke right? Just one kiss. A kiss can mean a lot,don't you think?" Seriously,if she'd kiss him just that one time and felt so much,a kiss meant plenty. "Obviously I know all of these things Amanda,but just because it was one kiss, one day, one guy...you still did it while thinking you and Zeke were or would be together." Maybe if she really did scream they'd send her to the Hospital Wing 'I should do it.' Then those mini Whitney's,the angel and devil,showed up on her shoulders. By now,she was positive she was going crazy. The little angel was telling her that it was okay to stick up for Zeke but Amanda had been her friend first and she,too,was hurt. On the other hand,the devil was telling her horrible things to tell Amanda and how she should just ignore her and take Zeke for herself. 'What do I do?' Her headache had now grown to an extreme amount of pain and her heart beat had quickened. "I also understand that he want to be friends with you...for now. For now being those keywords. He has tons of girls around him every minute of the day who,I'm sure,would love to be with him. So if he's a little lost and confused and wants to take things slow,I really wouldn't blame him. Attacking me will definitely not solve any situations we have at hand." Whitney was just tired of all of the fighting that had gone on between them,never had she had problems with people. The question being asked now was: does she tell her what she really thinks? She paced her breathing then spoke again. "Maybe forgetting about him for the time being would be best for you?" After saying this Whitney ducked her head under her arm afraid Amanda might get upset. It wasn't so much that it was Amanda who was mad,just that she'd been paranoid for the longest time. Done talking,she had a huge urge to just get up from the table and walk over to the Huffie or Gryffie table; but if she went to either one she'd have to put fake smiles on. Instead,she stayed sitting,staring at her hands on her lap.

"Tall and handsome yes. Mysterious no. He could use some lessons on being more manly though." She responded flippantly. Cam lifted one hand back to her face, where she began to chew thoughtfully on her thumb, looking him over critically. "Actually, maybe if he sweet talked that Cambri girl a bit she'd give him lessons...what since she's so masculine herself and all." She answered playfully, then let her hand fall. No way was he going to embarrass her. It wasn't that easy.

Of course he could deny it until he was blue in the face, but Cam knew he'd had an awkward phase. Every first year did. It wasn't often that someone just flounced into a school and instantly owned it. Even the popular crowd had to climb to the top. No one was just handed the title.

Jake chuckled "or mayve there is something you know and dont want to tell me" he said "but im sure you'll figure it out soon enough" he laughed and looked her still nothing came to him.

Kyle laughed trowing his head back and looked at her in disblief. "You know your something else." he said shaking his head and just smiled. He looked away wondering if he really wasnt masculine. He could deal with not being mysterius.. cause who really wanted to be mysterious? Deciding to put on a good show he slumped in his seat put a poker face on and tilted his eyebrow. He rubbed his thumb to his nose and sucked his teeth. "Is that manly enough for you?" he asked laughing. Still holding the position.

He smirked at her. "Well what about you? You didnt just walk into your other school looking great and all princessy.. i know cause one you aint really a princess." he said smrking.

ooc: dont have much time left..

"Yes I kissed Zeke, and I mean, in that moment I felt so much, but I just don't know what to do anymore. I mean if Zeke finds out I'm off kissing another guy, he's not going to be impressed and probably won't want anything to do with me anymore. Which truthfully isn't what I want. All I'm asking for here to is to be loved, and honestly this seems much more difficult than it actually has to be." Amanda said honestly. There Whitney knew the truth, so many emotions were overcoming her, and tears were welling up in her eyes. "I realize now that it was a mistake, but maybe.. you're right, if I forget about him, then maybe things might be better. But if I forget him, then I'll regret that." She said, feeling one tear roll down her cheek.

With a brownie in her hand, Christine walked through the tables to see if she found someone she knew. Walking down the slytherin table, she saw Kyle. She threw the last peice of brownie in her mouth and sneaked up behind Kyle. As she got closer to him she also saw Cam sitting there. Christine walked up behind Kyle, put her hands over his eyes, and said in the deepest voice she could manage Guess who? Christine looked over at Cam, smiled and mouthed Hey.

Something else, She pondered the statement. Part of her mind couldn't decide if that was good or bad. Given the fact that he was still smiling and laughing, she could assume that it was good. He wouldn't be having fun here unless it was good...unless he was just laughing at her. Oh well. At least he'd go to her for a laugh if that was all it was. She wouldn't be completely alone.

"Ohhh very nice!" She agreed and giggled. "Oh all you need now is some straw to chew on. OH!" Cam paused for a moment, grinning. When she spoke again she made sure to make her accent that much thicker. "'ah should teach yew hay-ow to do a good drawl! The most manly mey-uh are the southern ones." She stated, and wiggled her eyebrows playfully.

"Oh not even close!" She laughed and combed her hair out of her face, letting her accent fade slightly. "I bust into that place covered in mud an proceeded to get detention." She stated with a grin. Her and a girl she'd met on her trip, who had soon become her best friend, had gotten into a mud fight on the walk to the school.

When Christine approached them Cam grinned and waved at the girl.

ooc: Me either actually. My net is going out in 20 minutes.

Little Lina made her way to the Slytherin table with her little crab backpack slung over her shoulder, having been sorted. She didn't know why, but it felt particularly... natural here. She was strangely choosy in finding a place to sit, but when she came across it she was sure it was where she was meant to be. She settled in and looked around at the other students. This, however, was not familiar. Somehow she seemed like a stranger amongst all of them. Either she, or them, were not supposed to be here.

'No,no,no,no,no!' This was definitely not how her first official day as a Second Year was supposed to go. Whitney was supposed to have seen all of her friend,especially those Huffies; she was supposed to eat her face in food and more. She was supposed so have fun. Arguing with Amanda over some guy,who happened to be Zeke,was not even close to what she had in mind. Oh no,and now Amanda was crying. 'GAH!' What was she supposed to do now. Whitney was not a touchy feely kind of person. "Don't do that. Don't cry. Look,I'm sorry, I didn't mean to cause this." Being an ickle firstie who knew no one was so much better then being a second year who was trying to solve relationship problems. All other noises had gone away,all but Amanda's voice and her conscience. It was telling her to walk away from the problems. She'd already had enough to deal with and adding this would not help her. 'I can't walk away,she's my friend. But so is Zeke. I DON'T KNOW!' She felt horrible saying it but, "I just don't know!" Yeah,she was no help at all,but oh well. Perhaps now was the time to walk away? No matter how much she wanted to,Whitney stayed glued to her seat.

Amanda wiped away the tear and replaced it with a calm face. "Whitney, if you talk to Zeke anytime soon, please don't mention the picture. I don't want to destroy what friendship we have left." She said, basically pleading with Whitney. "I might have to talk to Zeke later to just apoligize for my actions on the train and just explain to him what's going on before we even reconsider what, if anything is going to happen between me and him" She said calmly, taking a sip from her goblet.

She mumbled an okay and sat paralyzed. Why wouldn't her body let her leave the table? Whitney could no longer sit there,in the awkward silence. It was worse then her embarrassing herself in front of everyone at Diagon Alley. Actually,she'd rather have/do that then be sitting there. AND she had absolutely no words for Amanda. She was afraid that if she said something else she'd begin crying again,or would get upset. When had one simple feast become to difficult. At the moment all she wanted was her bed,ironically enough,at home. She wanted to go back to see her father sitting on the couch with a book instead of those dad's who sat and watched a game or read the newspaper. It was all catching up with her now. EVERYTHING. Whitney staggered her breathing and stared into her cup of pumpkin juice. She didn't even like pumpkin juice. What she needed was the Muggle world. "Umm..." Was how she started but couldn't find the words to speak. In just a few seconds Whitney felt something she never wanted to feel again; somehow though,she knew that the feeling would never leave. "Ugh." She stood up from the bench and was going to walk away but figured it was best to stay tight and she sat down "I wont tell Zeke what you told me." Even though she didn't want to say it,she forced it out of her. Later on when they would speak,she'd tell him only what was asked on the train. No matter how much it bothered her.

"Well the only reason I don't want you to tell him is because I'm going to tell him myself, then explain. I don't want you caught in the crossfire when everything goes down quickly." Amanda said, explaining why she said that Whitney couldn't tell him that. Now this was just uncomfortable, all she wanted to do was change and go to sleep, then set up her stuff the next day.

"I can't wait to hear! I know I probably won't have any classes with you, since you're a third year, but we will talk again?"

She continued eating as Amanda had conversations with others at the table. A bit later, she leaned over and whispered to her. "Was that REALLY the Bloody Baron? I mean, THE Bloody Baron? Will he always make a habit of staring at us while we eat, or only on special occasions?"

Miranda laughed. "Cardiff. Just outside." She finished off her goblet of pumpkin juice. "I hope classes aren't too overwhelming at first. We'll probably be in most of them together?"


OOC: Sorry for the long delay - silly life, and now, off to bed.

Jayne took the short time between her and Cayden to have a look around again. Not because it was all new to her (which it was), but out of her own uncontrollable curiosity of other people. No matter how unlike her that seemed to others, it was her. She liked to... observe.
Hogwarts wasn't what she had expected when she walked in earlier. Her mother had raved on and on about it to no end and she had expected more. But at the same time, there was a certain feeling to it.. One that was comfortable despite the annoyingly chatty students sitting around her.

As she toyed with the fabric on her small navy messanger bag, she watched different students, her eyes wandering. One girl was talking about her snog life or something of the sort, and rather loudly at that. A few others were shoving food down their throats as if their life depended on it. Disgusting.
Her icy china-blue eyes wandered some more and landed on a girl whom had just walked in. She was... different. And she was definatly new, that much she could tell, maybe by the look on the girl's face... It didn't matter though..
With a small sigh, Jayne's slender fingers stopped messing with the bag and she put her hand under her chin, making a short glance over at Cayden then back down at her short, manicured nails.

Camira walked back over to the Slytherin table, relieved that she could finally eat. Way too much drama already. She sighed quietly and started delicately putting food onto her plate. She looked around absent mindedly as she took a bite of her salad, but she wasn't paying attention to anyone specifically. Honestly, she just wanted to eat and go to the common room and get settled. And maybe study a bit. She wanted to get all Os on her OWLs.

Sasha groaned looking up at the house points, Slytherin had minus 13 and five of those had been her fault; well they weren't her felt but because the teacher was mean when she hadn't actually done anything wrong. Sasha's eyes gazed over to the other points, Hufflepuff still had zero points, lucky them, gryffindor had minus 5 and Ravenclaw had negative twenty nine; wow that was a lot. Sasha smiled, Slytherin weren't last then, she felt a bit of pity to Hannah she's get them back, just like Slytherin would... she was confident on this.

Seymour glanced around the Slytherin house table, taking a sip of pumpkin juice. It was quite interesting to actually take a moment to look around the Great Hall during the Start-of-Term feast, and to see all the new faces-- after all, last time around, he had been completely distracted by Will's first appearence. Good times... gooood times.

His eyes scanned his many housemates, stopping upon one familiar face, and he took a huge bite of chicken, waving. "Camira!" he squeaked, swallowing quickly and beaming at her from across the table. Hopefully she wouldn't be too hard to keep an eye on this term.

Camira was distracted from her Salad by a familiar voice. She looked up to see none other than Seymour calling her name and waving. She grinned at him and waved back. He was so adorable! She picked up her plate and walked over to where he was sitting. "Seymour. Hi! Enjoying the feast", she asked, or rather cooed, while taking a new seat next to him. "How are you doing?" She was sure he was missing Will. She knew she was.

She looked at the table, a bit sick of eating her salad. Oooh, cherries. She looked around suspiciously before quickly hoarding all the cherries she could find. Tastiest fruit ever. "Cherry?" She held out the bowl of cherries to him. He had to love cherries too, right?

Seymour beamed, scooting over and making room for her (not really paying much attention to the student on his other side that he kept bumping into). "Indeed I am, ma'am," he nodded, sliding his glasses up the bridge of his nose and taking another drink of pumpkin juice. He thought this question over a bit, taking another bite of chicken. "Well... I'm glad to be back at Hogwarts but I miss Will but he says I'm ready to continue my training without him but I don't think any of the professors will be able to teach me as well as he would've but I'm still excited and looking forward to the term and well..." His mind wandered to Cela for a moment, but he shook his head and didn't mention her. "How are you doing, ma'am?"

"Please." He nodded happily, taking a cherry and popping it in his mouth. Mmm. Cherries were a good thing to nom, indeed. Though they tasted strange combined with the pumpkin juice... not necessarily good or bad. Just strange. O_o

Tanjiro nodded and smirked a bit at Miranda's comments about her brother. "Yeah, I've just always wondered what it was like to have a sibling."

He chuckled a bit as she sounded worried for such a simple thing. "Don't worry, during your first year, everything's easy as walking. I'm telling you, you won't have any problems until your third year. And besides, if you do have any problems, you can just ask me. I'll help you." He smiled reassuringly.

Did he call her ma'am? Adorable! Oooh, pumpkin juice. She hadn't even thought to pour herself any yet. She grabbed her goblet and carefully poured herself a cup. Yum. She smiled as he spoke. So she was right. He did miss Will. Not that she had doubted it. "I'm alright. I'm anxious to start classes, believe it or not." She regarded him carefully for a moment before speaking. "I miss Will too." Okaay. Anyways... "I'm sure you'll do fine, Seymour", she said enthusiastically. "And if you need any help with homeworks, I'd be happy to help." Hopefully not everyone took her up on that offer. She did have OWLs to study for. Of course, she would definitely help little Seymour.

She beamed a bit when he took a cherry. See. Everyone loved them. But then he had a weird expression on his face. Kind of...thoughtful, maybe? Confused? No, that wasn't right. "You didn't get a bad cherry, did you", she asked anxiously. That would be horrid!

Seymour grinned at her, bouncing slightly. "Oh, same here, ma'am! I'm looking forward to potions and DADA and arithmancy the most, I think. What are you looking forward to?" he asked with genuine interest, slurping the pumpkin juice. He nodded, smiling. "Thank you, ma'am... that's very kind of you. I may just at some point this term." She was so nice. It was no wonder Will liked her.

He shuddered slightly, still trying to get that strange taste out of his mouth, and had an idea. "The red ones... are... poison." he whispered dramatically, slumping forward onto the table. Twitch twitch. He couldn't have resisted if he had really wanted to.

Wow. She hadn't taken him for an Arithmancy fan, for some reason. "I'm definitely looking forward to Potions and Herbology. And maybe Defense Against the Dark Arts. The professor seems a bit frightening, to be honest." It's not that she was scared of him. No one scared her. She was scared of the fact that he could and seemed to enjoy taking points.

She was enjoying herself. It was a nice change. And she loved talking to Seymour. She'd make sure she looked out for him this term. Will would want that, she was sure. And that's when she heard him. Or at least she thought...did he say poison?! Her eyes widened comically. "Seymour? Seymour?!" She shook him furiously. Could they really be poison? Oh God, she'd killed him. This was her fault!!

"There's a new professor?" Seymour asked, curious. "You'd better watch out for herbology, though... the professor is a dangerous zombie," he said in a lower voice, glancing around nervously. All he needed was for that creep to catch on.

He twitched, doing all he could to not burst into laughter-- priceless!-- and blinked vaguely up at her. "Camira... tell her that... that..." He fell silent, trying to hold his breath, and shuddered again. Well, at least the taste was out of his mouth now... maybe he should take up acting as a hobby. Bahahaha.