"Oh, it's just that I thought I felt something brush against my leg...Never mind." he says with a glance under the table again. Is that a foot? he wonders as his eyes get bigger, once he had looked again.

Popping his head back up at the word dessert, he smiles "I should say, nothing better then dessert. Thank you!" he adds, taking the plate from her and taking a bite of the cake.

"Oh, about the library...it's just, that I never have time for reading, and haven't found anything I really wanted to read yet." shrugging "I don't have anything against libraries or books, just never have time, I guess."

Lettie peeked under the table, but didn't see anything. "Is this place haunted?" She didn't like ghosts. Ohhhh no, not this girl. Ghosts plus Lettie equals freaking out.

"That was MY cake." Leticia said with a smirk and flicked a jelly bean towards Ott. "THAT one is yours." The girl continued as she pointed to a plate that she had pushed to the side momentarily. She got herself another piece, a bigger one, and started to eat again. Eating sweet stuff was nice, every family gathering she went to resulted in Lettie getting scraps of dessert.

The food that was on her fork slipped off and fell to the floor, much to Ornlu's delight. "Never had the time to read for fun?" She said in disbelief, "We'll have to change that. Reading is great, I spend hours a day sometimes reading."

Jack had grown tired of all the talk and drama over at the Gryffindor table, and decided to go do something he had never done before--sit somewhere else. He hadn't ever sat at a table that WASN'T the Gryffindor table, and since he knew a lot of Slytherins now, he figured he would stop over there first.

He scanned the table, looking for the heavenly Evolette, but he couldn't find her anywhere. Instead, his eyes fell upon Reese, talking to some younger boy he had never seen before. Clearing his throat, he hurried over to her and pointed to the open seat next to her. "Hey, is this seat taken?" he asked with a small grin.

Cam confusingly stared at this girl that was now sweet-talking him with her kind voice and it just freaked the heck out of him. He was scared, really. It was like she wanted to get back together again. Wait. No. NOT AGAIN. He knew all of her plans at that moment; she was going to try and kiss him again and persuade him to be her boyfriend. It was nasty. But sadly, it was the truth. Reese Upstead was not attracted to any other boys and so her last resort was him; Cam. It wasn't fair.

He took a bite of his chicken and shivered at the thought of being kissed by the devil herself again. And just the thought of it made him want to curl up in a ball and lock himself in a room for 10 years. The HORROR! Why was it that his life was slowly turning into an action/horror movie? For the past few weeks, he'd been kissed by a girl, threatened by a woman, betrayed by a friend, and then attacked the same girl that kissed him.

Life was filled with surprises, no?

"Did... you're asking if I had a great summer?" To him, that sentence was more like a "So, did you like kissing, Cam?" That question proved it all... Reese wanted to get back by him and that was her first step; to see if he liked the kiss. And he obviously not. "No, I do not like kis--," a boy came to them and asked if the seat was taken. He didn't mind if the boy sat there--it meant that Reese would have to go on with her "taking-back" plan later.

...oh well.

Reese wrinkled her nose a little bit and stared down at Cam, who was taking ages to answer her simple little question about his summer. What was taking him so long? It wasn't such a hard question. Yes, he had a great summer- orrr- no, he didn't have a great summer. Not hard at all.

She nodded her head when Cam asked if she really did ask if he had a great summer. "Of course, that's what I asked. Can't I be nice and asked if you had a great summer?" She asked, trying to figure out why Cam was asking weird. Maybe it was because she was being nice, but then... she caught what he was about to say until Jack came. "This has NOTHING to do about that kiss. I was just asking a simple question," she told him before turning to Jack.

"Oh, Jack. Hello," she told him, "Oh, no, it isn't take. Please, do sit down." She looked back at Cam then to Jack. She wasn't sure if they met yet or not, but might as well introduce them. "Cam...this Jack. Jack...this is Cam," she said, smiling as she introduced them.

"I sure hope not. I've seen enough ghosts to hold me over til I...well I've seen enough of them. peeking again under the table.

"And I don't think chicken bones are left by ghosts. Who in Merlin's name is eating under the table!" he says with a surprised voice, popping back up. Laughter filling his deep voice "I know, yours looked better." popping the jelly bean into his mouth, he smiles and adds "Thank you!"

"More food for the visitor under table?" he asks with a smirk.

"Well, perhaps, I need someone to read with. The company might be lacking." he finishes lifting his eyebrow a little while daring to look into her eyes again.

Jack gave Reese a smile of thanks and sat down next to her, glancing over at the boy as he did so. Hmmmm, he had the impression that he had just interrupted an awkward conversation of some sort--and the boy hadn't said anything since Jack sat down. Clearing his throat, he smiled politely at the small kid. "Um, hi. I'm Jack," he said, introducing himself to Reese's friend. Or acquiantance--he couldn't be sure if they were friends or not.

"So, enjoying the feast?" he asked Reese. Gah. What a lame opening question. Borrrrrrrring. He really needed to start coming up with better conversation starters.

Now he just stared at her cautiously, thinking that in any second, she would jump and then start kissing him in front of the whole Slytherin table. And when the Slytherin table went silent, everyone would see. He was just so sure that she would do that and he scooted a little bit away from her. Girls these days. They were crazy and that is why boys were better than girls: because girls were all weird and desperate. Reese was probably desperate to get him back. Oh, it was soooo obvious.

"Oh really?" he answered when she said that it wasn't about... about the kiss. Sure it isn't. Reese was a bad liar because he figured that her bad lies would suit her bad attitude. Right, Reese, herself, was a meanie-bo-beanie.

Cam looked at the older boy and then quickly waved a hello. Whoever he was, he was probably some criminal that went out of prison. Most of Reese's friends were criminals (he was sure). "Uhhh, hi Jack. I'm Cam." He didn't pay attention to his robes and asked, "So are you in Slytherin?"

pfft, Slytherin was a place filled with bad boys and bad girls. All of them were bad and mean... wait, he was a Slytherin--which would make it mean all Slytherins were mean except him. Yeah.

Reese turned back to Cam, blinking a few times. Cam really thought that- this was about kissing. Did he think that Reese wanted to kiss him? Dude, that was NEVER going to happen. Just being she kissed him one time and they went out for a few weeks, didn't mean she wanted to do it all over again. One time was enough for her. She wasn't planning on being Mrs. Karsten, so they were no need to kiss and go out with Cam. There were other fish in the sea.

"I'm telling the truth. That kiss- and us going out- it was nothing. Okay? Nothing was so ever. It just all happened," she said, her voice was firm and serious. She wanted Cam to know that she didn't like her anymore. She didn't want to go this whole term with a 11 12 year old thinking he still liked her. "I mean it, Cam. I seriously don't like you anymore," she added before turning back to Jack.

So, enjoying the feast? Not really. Reese has had better feasts then this. She should have never sat with Cam, because he was acting like a total jerk by thinking she was going to go out with him, again. What was with guys? You try to be nice to them and they think you like them. Typical guy behavior. Maybe, her big bodyguard Jack could just beat Cam up and everyone can live happily ever after without Cameron Karsten.

"Oh, it's been okay," she said, trying not to lie. Technically, it was okay. If she said her feast has been great, well, that would have been a BIG fat lie. Why would she lie to Jack? He was nothing but nice to her. So, she was sticking with okay. It was between a great feast and a horrible one. Sigh. Maybe this was a horrible feast. She looked over at Cam... it was his fault. It was all his fault for making her have a horrible feast.

"How about yours, Jack? Are you having a good feast?" She asked, looking back at him and smiling.

Xehanna walked into the Great Hall stoping to inhale the ahmazing smell of the Start of Term Feast. She walked right over to the slytherin house table and sat down. She didn't know who to talk to so she just poured herself a cup of coffee and waited.

Jack looked at Cam and smiled. "Nice to meet you...and erm, no, I'm a Gryffindor," he explained, hoping that Cam wasn't one of those Slytherins who still believed in house segregation. He blinked, however, when Reese started telling Cam that her and him dating had been nothing at all...whoa whoa WHOA. Back up. They had dated? This kid was like, 10! And Reese was HIS age. Interesting.

"You two erm, dated?" he asked, wrinkling his dark brows in confusion. Oh yes, he had DEFINITELY stumbled in on a strange conversation.

"Good time? Oh er, yeah, it's been ok...except for all the drama at the Gryffindor table. Now we have to work extra hard this term to make up for a bad start," he said with a small chuckle.

Mystic waiting for Karma to answer through in where she was from. "I was born in Kyoto, Japan and Live in Falmouth, England.

Sooooo it was about time Celandine said hi to the Slytherins. She tended to like them almost as much as her own housemates, but since she was avoiding her own table at that moment, Slytherin equaled win. She bounced over, still caught someplace between the excited skip of a little girl and a more mature little saunter. Hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm where to sit? She brightened upon seeing a likely spot and climbed up to stand on the seat, unintentionally announcing her presence to the entire Great Hall with a flash of pink and white striped socks, a short skirt and her regular Ravenclaw uniform. She slowly sat down, kicking her mary janes off under the table and tucking her feet underneath herself and smiling around in greeting.

"Hi and ZOMG! Ravenclaw and Slytherin already tied for first!" Hah. Cela cracked herself up. The zeros wouldn't last, and Evangeline and Clifford still couldn't do it on their own. Ravenclaw ftw again, she hoped.

Reese was an el pollo loco and well, that was a fact from the way she was acting right now. It was very, veeeeery creepy and right now, he wished he could just run away and hide because Reese was kind of scaring him right now. The truth? What a total liar! He knew it all from those fake innocent-eyes that she did want to get back with him and becoming her girlfriend was just disgusting. Now what was he suppose to say? Maybe... maybe Reese didn't want him to find out her plan and so she was just speaking lies right now. Yeah that was it.

"Oooohh, sure you don't." That was all sarcasm. Cam wanted to let Reese know that she was indeed a bit crazy and that she did need her medications. Like... reaaaaally. How come she never took his advice? And he'd been telling her that ever since the previous term.

She started talking to the older boy again and then suddenly she looked back at him. That stare. Yes, yes... she did like him. It was really clear right now. Bleh. He looked at the guy named Jack who asked if they dated. "She started it!" he pointed at Reese, "she forcefully made me her boyfriend!"

Right before he could say anything, he turned around and heard a familiar voice. "CELAAAA!" Yay she was here. That was lyke, YAY.

A short time later, a paper napkin, folded quite carefully into the shape of an owl---or so Anna thought---flew through the air and landed gracefully on the table right in front of Celandine Toussaint. Okay, so that was a small stretch of truth. In all honestly, the paper owl chugged along at a sad speed, finally coming to rest in a bowl of punch two seats down from Celandine. Hopefully the "PLEASE GIVE TO CELANDINE" scrawled across the top would get the attention of the appropriate party, though. Inside, a short little note---scawled in pretty pink lipliner---is addressed to Cela.

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Dearest Celandine,

Might I be the first to tell you that those pink and white striped socks you're wearing are totally kickin'! Had I not thought they'd completely clash with my Gryffindor red, I'd get a pair just like them! Fashion-wise, you're so lucky to be a Claw! Blue and pink get along together quite nicely, yes? Well, more so than red and pink. Yeah...

Anyway, you and I need to get together soonish for a little chat. I'm thinking the Student Gardens? They do seem to be our unofficial meeting place, yes? We have things to discuss! Boys to drool over! Pink to wear! I do think Lyra would like to come along, too, so if you see her before I do, please tell her that she's more than welcome to join us.

Please do come say hello soon!

In Pink We Trust,

"Rizzo"

Reese looked back at Cam and glared. Was that sarcasm? She took in a deep breath and breathed out slowly. She wasn't going to start anything with him, especially not in front of Jack. She reached for her pumpkin juice and took a sip. Oh, how she just wanted to pour all her drink on Cam and just tell him she didn't love him anymore. SHE DIDN'T LOVE HIM ANYMORE! Goshdarnit. What was so hard about that? Did Cam just want her to love him? It seemed that way.

She sat her cup back on the table and then turned the Jack when he asked if she dated Cam. Guilty as charged. She was about to answer his question, but then Cam answered it for her. What the-? She turned back to him. "Forcefully? Excuse me. I didn't force you to do ANYTHING," she told him, pretty much getting all in his face about this. She was NOT going to be accused of forcing Cam to be her boyfriend. Because, she didn't force him to be her boyfriend. She just kissed him. That was it. The whole 'going-out' thing just happened.

She turned back to Jack, who really wasn't suppose to find out about that kiss or going out thing. Barely anyone knew about it. Cale didn't even know about it... nor did Anna. She's been trying to keep it a secret to some people who she just really didn't want to explain it to. "I- uhhh- yeah. We did go out for, like, about 2 weeks. It didn't last long," she told Jack, "Drama at the Gryffindor table? Oh, I did see some commotion over there, but didn't bother checking it out. What exactly happened?"

Hearing a familiar voice, Reese turned around to see Cela walking to the table with pink striped socks. Haha. That was so cool. "Ceeeeeela," she said, waving at the girl.

Helena glanced around the table. She was absolutely glad to be back, but it was odd that she hadn't seen anybody she knew particularly well yet. She longed to go over to the Gryffindor table and say hello to Chris after the comfort he had been to her over the summer. It pained her that she had to stay put. Groggy from her headcold, though, she stuck it out and ignored the lavish food in front of her, waiting until she could return mercifully to her dormatory and, perhaps, even see Freya before bed - or so she wished.

"You've seen ghosts?" Lettie asked with interest. "I don't know much about them, I only hear the stories that other people tell me. Like when they went to haunted hotels and stuff, that sort of thing."

Leticia blinked with some sort of phony sadness. "So...you took the better piece all for yourself?" She narrowed her eyes a little bit, "That's Greeeedy." Some sort of smirk played on her facial features, "Self preservation is one of the traits many Slytherin's share. Maybe that's what you were acting on."

She looked down at her large cat, who was looking up at her from under the table and licking his lips, awaiting some more yummy human food. "Hm?" Leticia said and turned to Ott, "What visitor?" She asked, playing dumb. *Gmmmrow* Ornlu hopped onto Lettie's lap and placed his front paws on the table. "No, you. Get down." Lettie said and stuffed the feline back under the table. Cat hair plus food equals gross.

"Yes, I'll read you bedtime stories in the common room before you go to bed, and all the other children with gather round in a circle and listen to the tales of grasshoppers and bears and Peter rabbits." She laughed and stopped abruptly, having moved her damaged hand a little too much. "Maybe you've just been choosing the wrong books."

Jack looked back and forth between Cam and Reese, still trying to piece together all the broken parts of the story they were feeding him. This was beyond weird--Cam had to be like, 12 at best. What was he doing going out with REESE? He cleared his throat and decided now was the best time to change the subject--and fast.

"Erm, yeah. I dunno exactly what happened...there was shouting. And something about the mafia. I dunno, it was a stupid thing to lose points over though," he grumbled. In the negatives already. It was still hard to get used to the idea, even though they almost ALWAYS started in the negatives each term.

Jack turned as a familiar face joined the table--it was that Cela girl, the one who had all those points last term and had invited Jack to her party over the summer, even though they had only met once. AND she loved candy...he remembered now. "Hiya Cela...nice socks," he said with a small smile. They were definitely...interesting, to say the least.

"I have actually. My sisters won't even go into the barn alone, because we have a few, that like to play tricks." shaking his head disgustedly, "I'm sure there are nice ones, but the ones I've seen so far, have been either cruel, rude or mean."

"What can I do to make up for taking your slice of cake?" he asks with a wink and a twinkle in his eyes.

Laughing outright, he grins, "I'd like to see that happen. I'm sure all the ickle first years will line up for it." pretending to stand up, "I'll see if anyone's interested, if you'd like."

"They play tricks?" She repeated in a hushed voice. Lettie didn't like the idea of ghosts that pranked, that was downright scary. "You have sisters?" She said a little louder, "How many siblings do you have? Do you have a big family?"

The girl could feel her face burning again, "Well, you can stop winking for one." She looked to her pudding and made a chocolate face in it with the end of her spoon. "Oh, AND you can give Ornlu a fresh piece of apple. He likes that, and it would be good to let him know that you are nice...before he decides to attack you." Lettie couldn't help but grin. She had a completely wild cat to deal with, and she knew it completely.

"You wouldn't dare." Leticia growled slightly, "I don't like talking in front of crowds, I'm too shy." She ate another spoonful of pudding.

"Unfortunately some do, yes. Others like to just bother you, and float through you." shivering at the thought he adds "That is very uncomfortable.

Smiling at when she asked about his family. He replies. "Yes, I have 3 siblings actually. I have an older brother Anton, he's 16. He's a bit jealous, because I got a letter, and he didn't. He's not a wizard in any respect.

Popping another jelly bean off his plate into his mouth, he goes on "Then I have twin sisters that are 10. They're both hoping to get a letter next year."

Taking a slice of apple from the platter, he breaks it in half. "Ornlu" he says softly, patting the seat next to him. He shows him the slice of apple.

"I'll be nice. I wouldn't want to actually even stand and even announce that, myself." he adds with a grin.

Lettie shivered at the thought, then changed topic because it was making her freak out slightly.
"Your brother didn- you are muggleborn then? Or is your brother a squib?" Lettie asked with wide eyes, she hadn't been able to meet many muggleborns yet, and they were fascinating. Like a missing-link sort of fascinating to her. "I only have one brother, he's older, moved out now." She rolled her eyes imagining what the buy must be up to. "And he's a royal pain. I have like, twenty cousins though, and some are my age, and they are like my siblings." To be honest, her parents were the only couple in both family lines to have fewer than four children, making their household the least crowded.

"Twins must be interesting to have, none of my relatives are twins or anything." Giving a smirk she asked, "I hear that twins in their terrible two's are just horrible. Worse than babies who are non-twins."

It was nearly perfectly played out. Ornlu peeked over the top of the stool with his yellow-green eyes, then looked over to Ott, then turning to the apple again. Very slowly his head started to vanish, little by little until he was completely hidden again.
A moment later his large, furry paw appeared and it moved around trying to find the food, claws out slightly. Finally, Ornlu managed to find the treat and dragged it under. Only a soft crunching sound could be heard.

Lettie didn't say anything as Ornlu put on his little act, rather she just rolled her eyes and sighed. 'Typical, Ornlu.'

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"S'not my fault that guy looked suspicious. He shouldn't have a crap ton of marking sticking outta his jacket as a student." Pietro nodded and stuck his nose up in the air while eating his chicken. "People here are strange. That professor seemed nice, though." Smiling, Pie looked over at the girl that he had plopped down next to. "Hi! My name's Pietro but you can call me Pie if you'd like." He extended his hand to the girl, which he had just cleaned off because his uncle always taught him that you should be clean when you introduce yourself to a lady. (ooc: NADIAAAAA)

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Jude finally looked away from the plate. His eyes were wide and filled with confusion. "Whoy wouldya feel sorreh fer Gryffindo'??" he asked, a bit harsher than it was meant to. "Sorreh... bu'... wha'??? Oi'm confused... Those boys wa' bein' realleh... realleh, REALLEH mean ta us an' yer gonna go an' feel sorreh fer DEM!?" he asked, his right hand flying out from underneath the table to point across the food and expose his snotted-upon hand to the world, his index finger extended in a focused point on Gryffindor table.

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Kiri fell silent as Jude began explaining to the girl, Hayley. She had trouble understanding him even when he wasn't upset, but now she really had to concentrate to get what he was talking about. She nodded at what she judged to be appropriate times. It really was a good thing that they hadn't gotten into a fight after all, that the professors had been there. Whatever this mafia was, the fearful way in which Jude spoke of it didn't really made Kiri want to find out.

He went on and on. Kiri refilled her goblet, still leaning against Raiden. This was enough excitement for one day.
When he patted her on the head, a happy shudder went through her. "I just wanted to make sure you weren't going to get hurt," she mumbled into her goblet. "They looked mean enough to just hit everyone." Another thought occurred to her, even more frightening. "And what if they'd pulled wands at you?" The thought of Raiden being hexed... She dug her fingers into his robes heavily. (And where those the robes they'd bought together in Diagon Alley?)

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Sooooo it was about time Celandine said hi to the Slytherins. She tended to like them almost as much as her own housemates, but since she was avoiding her own table at that moment, Slytherin equaled win. She bounced over, still caught someplace between the excited skip of a little girl and a more mature little saunter. Hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm where to sit? She brightened upon seeing a likely spot and climbed up to stand on the seat, unintentionally announcing her presence to the entire Great Hall with a flash of pink and white striped socks, a short skirt and her regular Ravenclaw uniform. She slowly sat down, kicking her mary janes off under the table and tucking her feet underneath herself and smiling around in greeting.

"Hi and ZOMG! Ravenclaw and Slytherin already tied for first!" Hah. Cela cracked herself up. The zeros wouldn't last, and Evangeline and Clifford still couldn't do it on their own. Ravenclaw ftw again, she hoped.

Raiden nodded; the guy had looked suspicious. With tattoos and stuff... nobody else had tattoos, did they? It was an odd thing for someone so young to have. Along with purple eyes. It seemed really weird.

"I wonder what he's teaching this term... He wasn't here last term, I don't think," Raiden murmured, looking to the staff table. Few new faces up there...

And now Jude seemed to be very upset with him, and he held up his hands in submission. He hadn't meant it that way...

"I just meant I feel bad for the others... they're already 50 points down because they have meaniefaces in their house. I don't feel bad for the boys, they were really rude... I understand them being mad at Willie but really, talking like that to a professor is justasking to get in trouble..." He patted Jude on the shoulder. "They deserved to get in trouble for being mean, but I feel bad for Anna, and Daphne Hopton, and the crazy pirate girl, because they lost points for THEM too."

Kiri was leaning on him again, making most of his side go all numb and odd-feeling. He listened as she spoke, her voice rather quiet for talking in the Great Hall... she had been worried about them drawing wands on him? He hadn't even thought of that possibility before, had he... but it seemed like it might have been a possible conclusion to the situation.

"We would've been alright... jinxes and stuff are annoying but reversible, and the professors would have been right there. It would have been... annoying, but I doubt they know anything that could really do irreversible damage to us..."

He patted her hand that had dug into him gently; was she really THAT worried? They were students too, surely they didn't know bad enough magic to hurt them very badly. He mulled over the thought as he felt the bench shift slightly. Glancing over at whatever had moved it, he started to smile at the realization of who had just arrived.

And then he promptly fell backwards off the bench in surprise. WHAT WAS SHE DOING STANDING ON THE BENCH IN THAT OUTFIT.

"C-Celandine Toussaint get down from there!" he yelped, face bright red. "Are you mad?!"

Seeing her shiver, he drops the subject. Not wanting to frighten her any more then he had.

"Yes, I am muggleborn. I feel bad for him, because he is fascinated by it, but I'm glad I finally can do something he can't. chuckling he goes on "Oh, yes Aesa and Aldis were both difficult both when they were two and three actually. Those were definitely not pleasant years.

Shaking his head, "I can't imagine my life without my two sisters, and only having my older brother, though. It was worth it."

Watching Ornlu finally get a hold of the apple, he gives a small laugh. "I'm thinking he's trying to act shy. But I'm not fooled. I don't dare get closer yet."