Extremely put out, Broccoli sat in front of the bowl of large pickled pig's snouts which sat mid-way down the Ravenclaw table. He scowled deeper as he realized the double insult of the situation.

a) he hadn't been able to find any pig bristles in Diagon
b) thanks this his family upbringing, he couldn't eat pork - of any sorts.

"Ahhhhhhheeeee," he sighed as his shoulders slumped over a little. Where was the chicken? Chicken he could eat. He leaned forward looking for some.

"Here." said Jule as she pulled out a tissue from her cloak and passed it to him. She caught a glimpse of her eyes in a goblet, and they turned purple. "I do. But I dunno where they are right now."

Patrick sat eating and eyeing the table around him, trying to listen to as many people as possible. Sure, he wasn't jumping in any conversations, but that was fine with him. He was more of a strong silent type, he thought sincerely. Anyhow, what would he talk about? His family? Not interesting in his point of view. Quidditch? If it had nothing to do with Puddlemere United, it was rubbish to him.

He ate most of what he saw there, nodded to a few of his fellow table mates as they passed by to take a seat. He noted that the Head's table wasn't full yet. Would they get a new professor for the new semester? the students would know soon enough, he thought rather wryly.

Jenn walked in, happily taking in the warmth, for she was FREEZING! Searching around, she spotted the table with the blue cloth over it, and where the people were more familiar, she sat down and started piling her plate full of food. She was finally home.

"Thanks." Divad dobs his eyes. He hands her back the tissue. Clearly disgusted, Divad pulls his hand back and begins to speak.

"What do your eye colors mean? I wish I could change my eye color!" Divad sighs. He's a tad bit jealous, but who wouldn't be, right?

"Excuse me," Broccoli said tapping the boy who was sitting next to him on the shoulder. "Can you pass me the chicken?" He motioned to the plate he had spotted two students past the boy. "And do you see some potatoes anywhere?"

Patrick scooted over a bit to give the new arrival a bit more room to sit, as any well behaved Ravenclaw would do in his opinion. He recognized her, "Hey, Jen." he muttered as a greeting of sorts. He reached for the pumpkin juice jug that was nearby and bumped hands with the girl's. "Sorry, be my guest." He offered her.

Patrick nodded calmly, passing the plate to Aden Broccoli, a fourth year Ravvie. "Potatoes are coming up. Gimme a sec." He searched around until he found said bowl of potatoes and passed it along too, grabbing the chicken plate when the other boy was finished with it.

"Anytime." she said though she noticed his face and giggled.

"Well my natural eyes are blue. Purple is nervous. Red is angry. Pink is embrassed. Black is terrified and so on." she smiled.

"Why are you nervous? My apologies for making you nervous, not my intentions." Divad said hastily. "Do you wanna be friends?" Divad asks awkwardly.

"Sure. It's not your fault. I guess because I...ummm..." Jule didn't know how to tell him she had a small crush on him.

"Aww, I...well. you know.." Divad din't know how to tell Juliette that he had a bigger crush on her... "This is awkward...."

"You're welcome to sit here, although you'll be surrounded by the sea of blue," he gestured to the bench. "But if you have issue with Professor Kazimeriz, I suggest you not linger near me. He always seems to find me when I'm not doing as I should."

Jule laughed. "It kind of is."

"Yeah, so do you...ya know...like me? Because I sort of like you...." Divad admits. He doesn't know where to go from here.. He's lost. Well, not completely lost, but kind of sorta.

"I...do like you. alot." She felt her eyes turn pink again.

"Wow. Um, do you wanna go out?" Divad asks her nervously. "I do..."

"S-sure." she smlies

Abby sits down. I'll have you know I look very good in blue, and I'll make sure to keep you out of trouble. With me around, Ravenclaw should have no trouble keeping its lead. The last time I saw Kazimeriz; he took 75 points from Hufflepuff. I'm not sure if he's forgiven me yet for speaking out of turn." Abby sees Kazimeriz being particularly nasty to a fellow Hufflepuff. The Professor is also using a cane too. "Professor Truebridge must have been ruthless when they dueled. I hope Professor Kazimeriz showed a little restraint, but I doubt it." Abby scans the table looking for Professor Truebridge. He's no where to be found. Abbby hopes that's not a bad omen.

"Well then, what's your first class?" Divad asks more confidently, now that Juliette is his g-friend.

"Dunno. I havent gotten my schedule yet." she responses relaxed.

"Abby!" Copernicus gave her a panicked look. "If you're planning on getting in trouble with the good professor, I wish you'd do it at your own table. I've had to work hard to get remotely close to his good side, and... I can't lose that."

After a few minutes, Arienna cleared her throat and broke her statuesque pause. Hopefully, anyone who had noticed her obvious disability had looked away by now. Most people had only heard of blind people, but never actually saw or met one. Unfolding her hands, she brought them from her lap and up to the space of table in front of her. Her fingers encountered a plate--Roughly six-and-a-half inches in diameter. To the left--a spoon, a fork, and a knife. Just above the end of the knife was a goblet. Ari reached forward, past the goblet, and picked up the first bowl that met her fingers.

Bringing the bowl close to her, Ari reached to the side of her plate after a moment. In the time it had taken her to reach for the utensils, she had determined the contents of the bowl--spagehtti. Keeping perfect suavity, Arienna picked up the fork. Weighing out the apropriate amount of pasta, she lifted a few forkfuls of spagehtti onto her plate, before replacing the bowl back to where she had found it.

Pressing the fork back into her own spagehtti, she twirled it for three rotations, before lifting it. She dipped the fork once, so that any loose spagehtti would fall back onto the plate. Then, with no hint to her blindness, she ate her spagehtti bite, by bite, by bite.

"Me either. I was hoping it would come soon, but who knows. Maybe it'll come in the next day or two..." Divad says driftly, hoping someone knows the answer.

"Maybe when we go to the common room. Our head of house might give it to us."

"Hmm?" Mariel's eyes snapped away from her goblet as Keltan spoke to her, shaking her out of her thoughts of poisoned pumpkin juice. "Oh! Right, no problem," she said in response to the whole back-up partner plan. And he could be her back-up to, so win-win situation.

Waving her hand dismisively, she said, "I'm in my third year... same as you. We had this conversation on the train right about the same time we were discussing how we'll both be turning fourteen this month." And really, she couldn't fault him for forgetting... She had an impeccable memory and, besides, she was certain he had met a ton of people recently being new and all, and probably had a hard time keeping everything straight.

"So, you said you were homeschooled, right?" Mariel said, watching him momentarily. "What subjects did you like?" she added, wondering if they'd be like classes here. Of course she had been homeschooled up until the age of eleven, but her classes weren't as magically inclined as the classes here, mostly the basic reading and math sort of things. Certainly someone a little older would've had more magical training starting at Hogwarts in their third year... or they'd soon fall behind.

Mariel nearly snorted in response to Sarah's words. Oops, totally unladylike. Good thing she was able to supress it. Smiling and nodding as she listened to Sarah's further statements, she said, "I'm glad you came over anyway." She really wished that Sarah was a Ravenclaw too. Even though she saw her plenty, she knew Sarah was often worried about intruding on another House's table and she couldn't be in their common room.

Glancing away from her table for a moment, she noticed a familiar boy from the Slytherin table headed towards the Ravenclaws. "Hi, Nate," she said brightly as he sat down. "How's it going at the Slytherin table?" Her brow furrowed with slight confusion at his next words. Heart of a Slytherin? What was that supposed to mean? Most of her family had been in Slytherin and so was one of her closest friends... yet he said it like it was a negative thing... She shrugged it off, then couldn't help but to glance over at Lasca who couldn't seem happier. Hmm. From Lasca, Mariel's eyes then traveled to Sarah to whom she gave a meaningful look.

Grinning up at Copernicus as he returned her greeting, Mariel's smile completely faded into wide-eyed surprise. Staying out of trouble? Her mind immediately went to the opening feast from last term where she managed to lose fifteen points for Ravenclaw on the very first day. And she was determined not to do that again. But did Copernicus know about that and was he trying to make sure she didn't do it again? She stared at him momentarily before realizing that he couldn't possibly know... right?

Regaining her composure, she once again smiled brightly back at him. "Always," she answered, glancing up at the Staff Table. Oh no. Kazimeriz was no where in sight. That meant he was probably wandering through the student tables like last year. Well, she was going to stay on his good side. Wait, did he have a good side? Staying off his bad side was probably the more appropriate phrase here.

"And you, too, I'm sure," Mariel told Copernicus as she turned back to him. Of course he was... he was far too well-mannered to ever get into any kind of trouble, at least in her mind. "If I remember correctly, I believe your name was at the top of the list for Ravenclaw point earners." And how could anyone who earned so many points for Ravenclaw ever be in any kind of trouble?

And then she saw a familiar face, one that she hadn't seen in a very long time. "Jenn!" Mariel exclaimed from further down the table and gave her happy wave. It was such a shame they hadn't crossed paths much at all last year. Mariel was going to make it a point not to let that happen this year.