Ehh.

Newbies have taken over.

Jule sighed as she sat down at the house table. Just a year ago, she was in their same position. But she didn't know that they had mutiplied by way more this year. No matter, she tried not to pay much attentin to them. Besides, Victoria was like their new mommy. Just one person she didn't want to be around. Jule just poured herself some pumpkin juice and wondered where Laura, Izzy Bella and Linda had gone to.

WAAAAAHOOO!!! Start of term!! Gawsh...it was like that train ride would NEVER end. Ugh. Lucy was feeling a bit queasy after all of that running around and dung-smelling incidents that now...she was so glad to just sit down at her second home, and relax next to her...erm...house-mates. And classmates. All of whom she did not know. Hmm. How strange it was for her to soon be amongst so many Ravenclaws and she didn't know the name of at least one. Eep!! Should she continue her habits from before or break them? Hmm.

Lucy swiftly walked over to the Ravenclaw table and grabbed the first seat she could find, and eyed the first years as they were sorted, one by one. Ah...that was her four years ago and what a funny moment it was. Heehee. She took her eyes off of the newbie kids, and looked around at any interesting Ravenclaws...hmm. Kind of...sort of...meh. Well, time will bring her closer to some of these people. If it was meant to be, of course.

Becca followed a group of students into the great hall. Her immediate instinct was to scan the staff table then the Ravenclaw table. Bontecou was present, of course, everyone had heard about that, but there was no little William at the Ravenclaw table. Her face grew more and more pale upon considering the fact that maybe his parents hadn't let him return - or maybe he was just too horrified.

...No. William was braver than that. He'd be here.

She took her time to get to her seat, walking down the long aisle between the tables. When she finally sat down, she turned her gaze back up to the staff table and scrutinized the headmaster. He LOOKED harmless at the moment...

But that didn't mean he wasn't capable of being harmful.

how did you find out you were a metamorphmagus?" emily asked, very interested

With eyes still fixed ahead of her, Issy grunted in reply to Willow. Horrendous certainly was a good way to describe her trip, as well. With careful caution, she sorted out her response in her head, quickly tearing apart sentences and placing them with parts of others. As she did this, she felt eyes upon her from Willow's other side (Sabrina, no doubt. Hmph. May she stare all she wanted) and Cela pranced around the table like the Succubus girl she was. A flinch nearly shook Issy's body as Cela gave Willow a quick hug and the smaller girl felt something akin to envy churn in her stomach.

In their friendship, Issy had hugged Willow only twice, knowing full well that Willow was quite against physical contact of any sort with any one. Why wasn't she more like Cela, spontaneous and free of whatever anyone else thought? Merlin, Issy chastised herself. For what reason was she even thinking this way? Since when did she desire to be anyone else but herself, anyway? Certainly, this was nothing of Samson's doing. Okay, expect the part about wanting to be colder like Willow. Ugh, there was that stupid churn in her stomach again.

Issy's mouth opened to speak when she heard a voice on her other side. She blinked with shock, eyebrows crawling wayward. Where had this boy come from? Had he been sitting here all along? Hmph, he looked about her size. Ugh, ruddy genes of hers.

"Pleasure," said Issy, her voice less frosty than she'd imagined it would be. At least she could still feign her way through; being pleasant was practically an art she'd mastered. Happy chirps were her way of introduction, even when her heart was heavy and her stomach churning and head aching. "I'm Isabella Cortella, but everyone else just calls me Issy."

Then she turned back to Willow and her voice lost its warmth, once more rather frosty.

"Horrendous, as well. I spent my ride on the floor outside the food trolley with some little first year whose name I never even caught, spilling out my guts and crying." There went the dignified answer she'd constructed. Caught off guard by the boy beside her, Issy had lost whatever it was she had put together for Willow. Whatever it had been, it had not included that she'd been crying or spilling her guts, that's for sure.

Willow would probably by now have jumped to a conclusion that this was all Samson's fault. Issy wondered if that meant something, or if Willow was just shrewd enough to blame him for any string of unhappiness. Whatever the reason was, though, was unimportant. Fidgeting still, Issy reached for her purse, pulling it in her lap, and she dug through it. Withdrawing one of the pumpkin pasties she'd bought, she opened the snack and began to crumble at it.

He'd be here soon, and she'd rather distract herself some way.

Especially because minor guilt was beginning to gnaw at Issy's already tumult stomach, for ignoring Sabrina.

As if it would make herself feel better, Issy quickly glanced at Sabrina and nodded. "Hello, Sabrina," she said, her voice as frosty as it was with Willow, which Issy told herself was fine. Sabrina couldn't fairly make anything of that, now could she?

The guilt still nibbled.

Kate glanced up and down her table, so excited to finally be at Hogwarts! She timidly smiled at the people surrounding her and said ,"Hello!" She couldnt wait to start digging into this delicious food!

hi!" emily sais excited to meet people in her house.

"Hi!" said Bella with a smile to Keeley and Choluna. "May I sit here?" she asked.

Stare. Stare. Stareeee

Mariel had become completely oblivious to her surroundings as she continued to fixate on the Staff Table. Her eyes lingered over to Professor Forrester's empty seat for a moment, the travelled back to the center of the table.

She did not hear Livvy's soft voice from across the table, but nearly jumped in surprise at a louder, more excited voice. Startled out of her reverie, Mariel spun around in her seat, wide-eyed, to face the owner of the voice. Her eyes first landed on Jenn, then traveled to Kel, then Livvy, as she was surprised to be surrounded by familiar faces. How could she be so unobservant? That would not do this term. Constant vigilance was most essential, especially now.

Her surprised expression softened into a friendly, yet solemn smile. "Hi, Jenn... Kel... Livvy..." she greeted them each in turn. Her gaze lingered on Livvy for a moment longer. The girl seemed a little... off. Must be the school full of werewolves, Mariel thought. That would put anybody on edge. "How's that new broom working out for you, Liv?" she asked her Quidditch teamate. Then to the collective group, she slowly added, "Good summer, I hope?" Hm, maybe that wasn't the best question. For as much good as Mariel had over the summer, that much bad happened as well. The rest of the group could have felt the same way.

Plymouth slid down the table to submerse himself in... well.. girls. There were a FEW he knew, a few he didn't, and one in particular he loved. "Hello ladies!" Plymouth blew kisses at each and every girl in his vicinity.

Ah. Good to be back.

"hi" emily waved back nervously.

"Hello," said Bella. Waving to plymouth, then to emily.

hi whats your name?"

o_O

This dude was smooooth. Blowing kisses to girls? How and WHY did he not think of that?! Note taken.

"And hello to you toooo," Xander said wriggling his eyebrows to the kid. "I'm flattered, but I've already been claimed by a few ladies."

Bahaha. He couldn't help the giggle coming. "Hehehe."

Timothy approched the table after being sorted, he looked around at all the masses of kids gathered around, he quickly found a seat, embarrassed that he didn't know anyone....

"And how was your train ride, Sabrina? Did you have a pleasant one?" Obviously not.

Normally during feasts, it was Willow's thing -for lack of a better word- to be the one in a not-so-particularly-good mood. She was the one who either scowled her way through the entire thing, disconnected herself from the world and looked apathetic to everything and everyone or simply skipped it altogether and headed to the Ravenclaw dormitory.

Clearly, she should have done the latter this time, for it seemed that everyone was in the mood to do exactly what she did. They all wanted to be her.

Willow could not condone anyone for wanting to be her -no, of course not- but it was still slightly annoying that both Sabrina and Issy's moods were positively foul. And both of them were at her sides.

So, as much as she could not blame people for wanting to be just like her, the truth was that there was place for only one Willow at Hogwarts. Darn it, go to do your own thing and stop trying to steal mine!

"My summer could have been better," Said Willow as smoothly as she manage, and keeping her temper under check. Yes, Cool, Calm and collected Willow Kovac. And no one could imitate that. Hmph! "But it was, overall, alright, I suppose. Thank you for asking, Alexander." Nice,Alexander, fine, Alexander - he was not trying to be her, and that just instantly put him on her good list. She offered the younger boy a small smile.

Flinching upon feeling a set of arms wrapping around her from behind and then sighing upon realizing that it had been Celandine Toussaint (who else would do such a thing and then skip away to talk and socialize?) the seventh year waved lightly at the little blonde before turning to Issy.

Hmph. "Do you honestly still believe to be in love with Samson Carswell, then?" Pfftttt. Samson, who, after giving her a love potion, was making her CRY. "Or do the effects of that love potion have yet to wear out?" She finished in the same tone of voice one would use when commenting the weather.

And there it was, Eight year old Plymouth Morgan making himself noticed. With an amused expression, Willow waved lightly at him as a greeting.

"My name is Bella Chloee Lovegood," said Bella shaking hands with Emily. "What is your name?" she asked.

Keeley nodded to her friend Bella, and smiled as another new boy sat down, seeming just as nervous as herself. She pulled out a script from her pocket and read underneath the table as other kids got sorted.

Lucy noticed a girl walking sloooowly towards to the Ravenclaw table, eying each of the Ravenclaws. She made began to make her way down the aisle and that's when she realized that this girl was a Ravenclaw. She looked...worried. Wait, why? Actually...a couple people looked odd. Sort of. And then...she noticed that the girl had actually sat down next to her. But she paid no attention to her surroundings, it seemed...she just moved her attention to the staff table. Huh. Lucy tilted her head, and raised an eyebrow, wondering when she'd react to anything that was within five feet of her. Then...

"Heeeellllllloooooo?" Lucy said, waving a hand in front of her face. "Anyyyyyone hoooome?" Seriously. WAS ANYONE HOME IN THERE?!

"Oh here's your script back," said Bella to Keeley. Then she went back to listen to emily becasue she knew that Keeley was reconiziing some people.....

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"hi" emily waved back nervously.

Plymouth's held tilted to the side as he considered the ickle firstie. "Welcome to Ravenclaw, kiddo."

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"Hello," said Bella. Waving to plymouth, then to emily.

Ohhh the little kid from his train compartment. "HI again, little firstie."

...

Then he tilted his head back slightly and gave a LITTLE muffled wolf howl.

.. "hehehe"

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o_O

This dude was smooooth. Blowing kisses to girls? How and WHY did he not think of that?! Note taken.

"And hello to you toooo," Xander said wriggling his eyebrows to the kid. "I'm flattered, but I've already been claimed by a few ladies."

Bahaha. He couldn't help the giggle coming. "Hehehe."

Plymouth Morgan did not blow kisses at this... dude. He'd been quite sure of that, but he regarded the young lad all the same. "Have you? There's a few at this table that are, in fact, already mine." Plymouth winked and moved on to the always.. always... lovely Willow Kovac.

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And there it was, Eight year old Plymouth Morgan making himself noticed. With an amused expression, Willow waved lightly at him as a greeting.

"You're as pretty as a picture, Willy. And I don't mean one of those artsy drops of paint on a canvas. You're an exotic landscape, you are. Wowza." Plymouth scooted down the table to sit closer to his TEAM RAVENCLAW Quidditch Captain. Then he petted her arm.

I'm Emily Moonfield, im so excited for school to start what are you taking?" emily said, returning the hand shake.

"I'm taking the usual," said Bella, she hadn't even looked at her scedual yet so she wasn't sure what to say. "What about you?"

Keeley looked up, and realised that the sorting was almost over. So, she grudgingly put away her script, knowing that the food would arrive soon. She listened to some conversations, and wondered what classes there were to take.

"almost everything, you know potions divination, charms, transfiguration. did you know keeley was an anamorphmagus? I think i might be able to become one if i try hard."