Realizing how many people were at her heels, LouAnn glanced around the Entrance Hall nervously. The group that had gathered around her wasn't really that large, but under the circumstances, it seemed like just one was a crowd. She did managed to shoot Rafe a little smile. He was being so helpful and kind...he deserved that at the very least. She did let out a tiny laugh when he went on and on and on about pumpkins, too.

The talk turned serious again when Mr. Masterson spoke up. LouAnn nodded at his words but otherwise stayed quiet. Things would start happening soon. This would be the moment that she would either make it or break it. She'd either end up in the Forbidden Forrest or in Professor Kazimeriz's office. "I'm ready," she whispered, looking up at him with wide, fearful eyes. Why was she even being hunted in the first place? Wasn't what happened when she ten enough?

"Excellent," he smiled, looking around one final time. Rafe appeared to have (abnormally) good hearing. "Mr. Lycaon, keep your ears open. Listen for any sign that they're going to do anything...particularly 'attacking'." He hoped it wouldn't come to that point...if it did, he was ready.

With that, Constantine pressed on ward, remaining close to LouAnn as they walked out onto the grassy grounds.

Nodding at Destiny, now she was starting to feel really nervous. There was only two of them against...three? Four? How many were there? Plus they were first years! Well, technically wasn't a first year when it came to dueling or anything of the sort...but still... 'I can do this. We can do this.' Evelyn repeated in her mind, swallowing and walking forward. She could see the group leaving, and they had to follow. "Okay..." she spoke softly, quietly, and confidently to Destiny. "You ready?" she continued to walk after the group, keeping her eyes only on LouAnn yet making sure she knew her surroundings.

She suddenly felt reeaally lucky that she had worn an outfit that was easy to run in. 'Groundskeeper might be a problem...Would we get into trouble if we sent anything his way? Or maybe we could just say it was for defense purposes only. Yea, we'll do that.' Evelyn thought, taking a deep breathe. Now to just think of a way to get to LouAnn...

Chris followed Lena out into the Entrance Hall wondering what she could be up to this time. "Yes I liked it very much." He told her and smiled. "So why are we now in the Entrance Hall instead of the Great Hall where I can eat?" He asked. Though of course being himself he had grabbed a piece of toast on the way out and was now eating it. Not really minding that they were by themselfs now heheeee.

Mmmm.... Chris was following her.... good. Lena smiled a bit wider at his words and paused to look up and down the Entrance Hall, as if she was unsure where she was headed. Hmmm.... well, I suppose, Mr. Kaplan, that we are in the Entrance Hall because that's where I just walked to - but that's just a guess. Lena looked back at him with a wink and then headed past the marble staircase.

Vivianne had been so busy. She had just received the result of her Astronomy homework from Professor Borr. And it made her mad. How could he not know Professor Morgan?

Enraged to remember the scribbles on her loved Ode to her favourite Professor of Magical Creatures... Who? Who is that? she remembered. "That was just so unbelievable. I could not believe how the ode got a score of five." She heaved a sigh of disappointment. It's already March and classes had been here and there. She missed Professor Forrester. Probably Professor Morgan would jinx him if ever he denies knowing her, haha.

She stood there and didn't budge. She's waiting for Daisy. She promised her she'll meet her there. She missed her best friend so much. And she couldn't wait to tell her about that homework. If before she loved Astronomy, maybe now no more... it's just a matter of teacher factor.

She brushed her dark brown hair with her fingers and whistled. She could see a lot of people passing her but saw no one to talk to.

One stair, two…Daisy hopped down the steps with the Daily Prophet rolled up and clenched in one hand. She hit the landing right above the entrance hall and looked around.

Vivianne…Vivi- Daisy glanced around looking through the crowds for her best friend. Ah! There she is-

Daisy hopped down the rest of the steps two at-a-time as she hurried to meet up with her best friend. Their last meeting had been a while ago and way to short. She hit the ground floor of the entrance hall at quite the pace and plowed past someone. “Sorry!” she called over her shoulder before sliding around another one and idling up next to Vivianne.

“Sorry I’m late,” she said huffing just a bit as she leaned back against the wall. The house hourglasses were directly across from them. “The Delivery Owl wouldn’t let go of my Prophet copy…”

Glad to see her best friend finally climb her way down the marble staircase. "Finally.. I was a lil bit bored watching all this crowd," she smiled. And she noticed her clutching what seemed to be the daily prophet. "I haven't read a piece of that since last year," Vivianne laughed.

Just when she realised that she missed her bestieee so much that she suddenly gave her a hug after laughing. "Sorry... haha. haven't spoken to you in ages."

"Have you attended the first Astronomy class? Too bad for me. I should have not done so when i've learned what happened to Professor Forrester," she was unaware she was speaking loud enough for everyone to hear but she was aware of what she was talking about. She was just bitter about her score. This time she whispered, "Professor Borr gave my ode a score of five.. and wrote the reason that he doesn't know who Professor Iliana Morgan is..." She was never to attend that class again beside she missed the second class.

"So what do you have for me today??" she asked her. Maybe it's time to give Daisy a chance to speak.

Satine felt like every step she took was out of her control. She felt like someone was the puppetmaster and she was their puppet and they kept pulling the strings to make her do things she didn't want to do. Copernicus had told them to hang the signs up everywhere and the cloud that was inside of her longed to please him....but a voice deep inside kept fighting with her telling her that this wasn't her fight or even how she felt about werewolves...she had always been an accepting and loving being until that night in the classroom and since then her views were skewed out of context.

She stared at the blank spot on the wall...an internal fight raging on...what was the Headmaster going to do to her when he saw all of these signs....but then the cloud and puppet master took control and pulled her string one more time....

She unrolled the two posters...glanced at the wall and then around her to make sure no one was looking... and flicked her wand. Using a sticking charm she hung the signs up...and then headed on to the next spot on the list....the little voice deep inside screaming for her to wake up and fight against the puppetmaster but he was just too strong....

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“A five? Well, you’d think that with a name like ‘Borr’ he’d know who the creatures professor is.” Daisy responded to Vivianne’s disappointment in an attempt to make her best friend at least smile, if not chuckle. “Even without a name like that, I don’t know how one could not know Professor Morgan. She’s one of the nicest professors in the school.” After all, she had given Daisy a replacement cage for Houdini, her grasshopper mouse.

“Funny you should mention him,” Daisy muttered as she unrolled the Prophet in her hand and scanned the pages. She hadn’t had a chance to really look at it since she retrieved it from the stubborn delivery owl up in the owlry but there had been one article that she had been dying to share with Vivianne. “I missed you at the midnight creatures class…the mooncalves were amazingly agile.” Which reminded her, she still needed to deliver her jar of mooncalf poo to Professor Bunbury…she was probably overdue for the delivery as a matter of fact…

She flipped the paper to the middle and then flicked an article with her finger, now-empty entrance hall with a sharp “snap!” sound. “Here – first news I heard about Professor Forester since the welcome feast.”
Daisy handed over the Prophet to Vivianne and then watched as a Clawder-head started putting up some flyers in the Entrance Hall. Although these flyers looked different from the last couple she had come across, there was something strikingly familiar about them.

“Hey!” Daisy called out, leaving Vivianne with her copy of the Prophet. “What do you think you’re doing?!” If there was one thing, Daisy didn’t like, it was people that were so – narrow-minded and the more she saw the posters, the more upset she got about them.

Marilyn entered the Great Hall feeling slightly depressed. It had been difficult sitting there on Rafe's cloak and listening about Lucy. Even though this was a girl she had never met, Marilyn still didn't like her...But that could've been because she was a Gryffindor female. Whatever the reason might have been, didn't matter anyway. She was clearly after her friend. Stupid slag...

She sighed, having every intention on going to her dorm to read...until something caught her eye...

The blonde couldn't believe what she was seeing. Could students post things like this in the middle of the Entrance Hall? How vastly inappropriate... She approached the girl standing near the poster and glared. "Do you know any werewolves? Im just curious..."

Satine turned on the spot as she heard people walking towards her...her eyes were completely clouded over and she really didn't comprehend what the girls were asking. The person in her head told her to just smile and walk away, so that's what she did...she just plastered a smile on her face and scurried off to the next area. Deep inside a voice was screaming at her to wake up...this wasn't what she truly believed...she was accepting and loved werewolves...but everything had changed since the meeting in Classroom Eleven months before.

Did she seriously just walk away from me? And what was up with her eyes? Marilyn sneered at her retreating back, before facing the poster again. She just couldn't understand some people. One of her closest friends before coming to Hogwarts had been bitten. Of course, she wasn't allowed anywhere near him during the full moon...but he'd still been an amazing friend the rest of the time.

The poster was disgusting and before she could stop herself, Marilyn had her wand-tip pressed against it muttering "incendio". She watched as the paper was slowly consumed by flames. The blonde swore to herself if she seen any other posters like this, she'd burn them as well.

As the burning remains hit the ground, she quickly stamped them out. She vaguely imagined it to be a certain Gryffindor's face...

Perhaps Daisy was right... the professor was new and so he'd never be able to familiarize himself with all the staffs easily. But still, She's one of the coolest there...

As Daisy unrolled the Daily prophet, "what's with that?" She peered over the wizard magazine.

Still peering at the paper she spoke, "I might have been out somewhere," and she chuckled. "I wasn't actually there... Sad to say. I was a little bit ill during the class." She had been having colds but glad to say it was all gone now. "Although i'm sad i missed that class. Oh..."

It seemed like Daisy found the article she had been looking for all over the magazine. "Professor Forrester?" she repeated. "Where?" she eagerly read the prophet. Vivianne didn't seem to mind when Daisy left her with the newspaper to read and just heard her ask someone what was she doing...

"Talking to me?" She got distracted that she looked at her best friend but was wrong when she saw posters being pasted into the wall. "Werewolves...." she murmured as she read the posters instead of the daily Prophet she was handed.. She wasn't surprised at all but who'd make such things? She saw a Slytherin girl burn down the posters into ashes.

The girl hanging the posters just gave Daisy an odd blank look before turning away. Daisy glanced at Vivianne and then back at the girl who was walking away. Another girl came in and burned up the paper before Daisy could step forward and really get a good look at it.

“Didn’t it look like something was wrong with that girl?” Daisy asked her best friend who was holding Daisy’s copy of the Prophet, although Vivianne wasn’t looking at it all. “Do you think we should check on her?” Daisy wasn’t really familiar with the behavior habits of Ravenclaws and her best friend might know if blank looks were the norm for the Clawder-heads.

"I don't know," she shrugged. "Livvy didn't act that way... nor adrienne," she recalled the Ravenclaw people she knew. She walked beside her bestfriend, "Do you think she's under some spell? Like... she's being manipulated by someone superior?" That was the first poster she have seen saying those things. And she was surprised to see a Ravenclaw posting it on Hogwarts wall. "We could..." she told her.

Vivianne was unaware of what other things lies inside Hogwarts, "Does that thing mean that there are werewolves already inside the castle?"

Raven wandered into the Entrance Hall with her bass in hand, she really hadn't time to get some practice in lately, between classes, homework and Hogsmeade trips; but this was the perfect place for her to play, there was no one around so it was good because she hadn't actually mentioned to anyone if she had any musical ability whatsoever. She took her mp3 player from her pocket,turning it on and putting her headphones on, she flipped through trying to find a song then began playing the bass sections once she finally settled on a song.

What was that sound he heard?

Torin was heading down the stairs to the sound of music that he was hearing coming from the direction of the entrance hall it seemed. Someone had a musical instrument in the school and he needed to find out who it was.

When he emerged on the landing, he saw that it was Raven. Shocked, he headed over to her, stopping right in front of her.

Raven kept playing along to the song, completely unaware that there was someone in front of her until she actually payed attention; she took out her headphones and turned off her mp3 player, placing it back in her pocket for now. "Oh..umm...hey Torin, what's up?" she asked, trying to prevent herself from saying anything that made her sound like a complete fool while she was around him.

He seated himself across from her and watched her. "I didn't know that you played bass." Or that she had a MP3 player, but that was besides the point. "What song were you playing?" He couldn't recognize it.

"Well not many people do, I tend to keep my talents hidden just because I'm used to being insulted about them from people." Raven said with a slight shrug as she began to play a song that she was in the middle of working on but there was still a lot of work to be done on it. "It was Lost and Confused by Lillix, an old Canadian muggle band" She seemed to listen to their songs a lot lately, probably because they were just so good.

Well, that made sense. Sorta. Maybe? "I see. Not too many people know about my talents either." Like the baking thing. Not that he really had too much time for that lately. Nor was he in the mood for it. "I never heard of Lillix before. Maybe because I'm not really up on Canadian things." He smiled and listened as she played something new. "That's nice too."

She raised her left eyebrow curiously when he told her that not many people knew about his talents, she began to wonder exactly what those talents were but she didn't exactly want to be nosy. "Well, they were quite popular back in 2003, had 2 albums I believe and they totally rocked." she said as she continued playing her song, her fingers moving along the neck of the bass. "Ah thanks, its something I'm currently working on."

"Hmm. I need to learn more about Canadian pop culture." And he was usually so good with Muggle things. And old school things. And Muggle old school things. "It's very nice. I didn't know that you wrote music." He was rather impressed.

"Well I know enough about Canadian pop culture to last a lifetime, I don't see the point of knowing it when its conflicting with my Irish history." She chuckled slightly with a slight roll of her hazel eyes, it was true though she knew practically everything about home yet it was being taken over by unnecessary information. "Well, I haven't been able to for awhile but lately since I found some inspiration again; I've been able to write without a problem" And that inspiration is you..