"Hi, Leslie," Natalie greeted the girl. "I'm Natalie Conoman. And yup, I'm a first year. I assume you are, too?" she guessed. She scooted over to make room for her on the couch.

Leslie smiled, "Hi Natalie, yep I am a firstie," she sat down on the coach, "Thanks so what do you think of Hogwarts so far?"

He was shocked. That was the easiest way to put it. Sabel's mind worked slowly as he watched Alexa, the once Elizabethean girl, go over to one of the couches and slump down in it. She looked terrible. Frowning he listened to the exchange between her and Brant, his eyebrows rising. So it had been the pumpkin juice.

Slinging Merlin back around his shoulders, Sabel stole a glance at Enid. She appeared in better condition than her friend, and as he had said what he needed to try and clear things up, he excused himself from her presence and moved over to a table bearing a few cups and pitcher of water.

Bringing her a glass he squatted beside her chair, watching her with concern. "You don't look so good. Have you checked into the hospital?" He had a sneaking suspicion that she would indeed get to meet the King, or rather Headmaster, with the situation being what it was.

Alexa looked up... and then down at the boy as he brought over a pitcher of water and some cups. Smiling weakly she said, "Yeah I just left the Hospital Wing. I just feel terrible now and I can't remember anything that has happened since I got off of the train. I mean you alls faces look familiar and I know Jack and Brant from last year, but other than that I am stumped." Her head was still pounding...

As per usual, when Daphne stepped over the portrait hole, she prepared herself to be extremely displeased. Of course, her house never failed to disappoint. Disgruntled, Daphne was so sure that Ravenclaw (even Hufflepuff) made such a mess of the pillows on the couch.

How hard was it to keep them organized by color, shape and size? How hard? How hard was it? Breathing out a lengthy sigh, the blond rubbed one sullen cheek.

It was her responsibility it seemed, to keep the common room in tip top shape. So she got it to it by heading towards the couch and maneuvering around whoever was sitting on it.

The pillows--were going to the floor for now.

Watching her carefully to make sure she didn't choke or suddenly pass out, Sabel scratched the back of his head. "I would try to fill you in, but I honestly only got..." Was involed the right word? No. Probably not. "...Introduced to you and Enid not too long ago."

Shifting his weight slightly he considered her, lightening his tone. "Well you seemed to be enjoying yourself at the feast..." He trailed off trying to make her feel better for a more concerning line of thought. "Wait...you said it was the pumpkin juice. You had that at the feast, or after. I saw it in your hand. How come your memory is gone since the train?"

Rafe finally made it to Hogwarts. He'd missed the train and the opening feast, but he didn't care. He didn't really want to return. He would much rather stay with his new found father. He changed greatly this year. He grew about 5 inches and he kept a bit of scruff on his face and also had some scars now visible on his face. He didn't look thirteen, not that he ever looked his age. But, as soon as he walked into the Common Room, he was happy. He was so exhausted, coming straight from Romania. His mother was ticked off at him for not stopping by before he left, but he didn't care.

He took a seat on a large comfy chair and decided to just relax a bit before setting out and looking for friends. Rafe was definitely wondering where Kat was and if she made it back okay.

Legend was bored. But he wasn't tried, and that was the problem. The third year scratched his head as he re-read the chicken scratch in front of him. Wait....did he really write this letter? It was absolutely unreadable. He didn't understand what it said. Crumpling the parchment into a small ball he threw it on the floor. The House Elves would clean it up.

His attention quickly turned to an older student, her name was....something....weird girl. Who was taking away the pillows? "You know, you don't own those right?" He had to make sure she knew. Just it case she was some psychopath who stole pillows.

One by one, she got them on the floor. Breathing out again, Daphne placed both her hands on her hips. People were just sitting around while she worked, as usual. Maybe she should MAKE them work except she really doubted that would work.

It would require face-to-face conversation with strangers. Err.

Oh. It was Legend Chosen. Three years and he was still insufferably...tiny. "Actually I do," she said and gestured towards the rest of the common room. "I own the pillows and the couch and the rug," she added pointing at it. "And everything else. You own it too. Everyone does and because of this you should take care of it. Proper care of it." The common room was THEIRS to keep and look after.

Not. To. Drop. Chocolate. All. Over. It.

Rafe's relaxation was cut short, when two students got into a discussion over pillows. What in the world was going on?

He was just lounging in a big, comfy red chair and this girl was putting pillows on the floor.

"'Scuse me miss...but what's going on? Are you cleaning?" Rafe asked with a raised eyebrow. "Do you need help with something?" ...Mentally?

Ah! This girl sounded like his mum. Yup. Legend racked his brain for her name...it was...Daphne! Yes! He knew that if he tried to remember a girl's name he would. Even though girls were fairly unimportant.

The green eyed boy really didn't get what was the big deal. They didn't need to cleaan. That's what House Elves were for. However he would play along, this once. Only because he was bored. "Okay I got that, but how does throwing the pillows on the ground...make this place clean?"

Legend turned to the guy who had entered the conversation. "Nah she's just trying to build a pillow fort." He answered with a smirk. Would the guy believe that?

Rafe just shook his head. It didn't look like she was making a fort, but Rafe just chose to ignore it and hoped he wasn't in the way. In fact he wanted to make sure of it and moved from the comfy chair to the window seat and looked out onto the grounds.

"Well, good luck with that," he said as he got out of her way and nodded to the guy that answered. He began to sing a song in Romanian called "Esti ingerul meu," or in English, "You're My Angel."

"Well," she began to answer the boy who asked her if she needed help. However, they were RUDELY interrupted by Chosen again. Sigh. Legend Chosen. Unruly and wild Legend Chosen. "It's not clean yet, obviously."

Duh. "We're going to organize the pillows!" she told them, pointing at the couch (and whoever was on it, I don't know). "Size first, pattern and then color. Okay?"

So, Daphne began collecting all the smaller pillows first.

Rafe was really confused, but he felt bad for the girl and this was certainly something she was determined to do. He took out his wand, and quietly began summoning pillows that looked about the same size and stacked them on a nearby chair. It was getting easier to do spells mentally with his training he endured over the summer and "Accio" was a really easy spell.

He just hoped he was doing this right. He didn't want to put this girl over the edge, though it looked like she was getting close. He still was very confused as to why she was doing this. This was certainly something the house elves would be more than happy to do, but he didn't mind, it was actually kind of fun and good practice.

Something was obviously wrong with Daphne. Something just had to be wrong. She really didn't look like she hit her head sooo it MUST have been the food. Everyone was totally INSANE. "Size...pattern and color? They are PILLOWS. No one cares what color they are! They could be like lime green and no one would care! This is mental!" Legend grabbed a couple of pillows and tossed them over to any random chair. "See!? No one cares. It looks good. Find another way to be a productive clean freak."

Annnnnd the other boy was actually listening? It MUST have been Daphne's tone. That's probably why. It was serious enough to sound normal.

Impressive. "Mostly I just do it by hand," she commented, holding three pillows against her chest. "It's a good stress reliever. That was some nifty wand work too. What year are you in?"

To be doing non-verbal charms. Cela would probably like him.

.....

"I don't appreciate your tone," she said, wrinkling her nose. "No one asked you to help. I was going to do it myself. I was fine doing it myself. Obviously, you don't care. I sensed that much. There's no need to be so loud or rude about it."

Putting down the pillows on the couch, carefully and the way she had intended them to be in the first place: size, color, patter--Daphne took a deep breath.

"You should keep your temper in check."

" No, I am the probably in the top rwo or three dancers in the United States, so I am number one in Texas, mam" Rex explained to Tori. " I won dance contests so I am not trying to be conceited, mam" Rex told Tori.
" Now in football, the quarterback sometimes hand off to a running back or passes to a wide reciever and they both try to make a first down with 10 yards and there is 100 yards on the football field" Rex said to Tori.

" I really enjoyed your Lady Alexa,mam " Rex told her. " I sure hoped you liked me bowing to you, my majesty" Rex laughed. " You do bot have to apologize to me, mam " Rex explained to Alexa. Hopefully this time Alexa may notice Rex but if not, Rex will roll with the punches.

Oh the age ol' question of well, age. "I'm a second," Rafe said as he scratched his stubble chin. Rafe continued to make the pillows soar across the room and stacked them up. He was surprised at how many pillows were actually in the common room. Rafe stood up and began to look around, she seemed to have most of the pillows together.

"Daphne is it?" Rafe said walking up to her. It was so weird being taller, he definitely had a growth spurt, but he was still unusually tall for his age. But, given his "condition" he wasn't that surprised and he could always lie, like he always did about being hit with a growth spell when he was younger.

"Umm...you could probably go down to the kitchens and ask a couple of house elves to help, to speed things up a bit," Rafe suggested. There was strange things happening at Hogwarts already...but, he did just get back, it couldn't get worse. Could it?

Alexa blinked at the boy several times. "I got the pumpkin juice when I was in Diagon Alley, before I went to Kings Cross to catch the train. I started drinking it before I got there. I suppose it started making minor changes in me before I went all loopy and what not. All I know is that I came back around to myself and I was in the Hospital Wing. But I mean, I am getting flashes of what happened, it's very bizarre." she said to the boy in rapid fire. Wait.... had he introduced himself... Darn it...

"Forgive me, but I cannot remeber your name right off of the top of my head, can you refresh my memory?" she asked, giving him a weak smile.

Just as she was setting her cup of water down in came a rather.. erm... strange girl going on about stacking pillows and whatnot. Alexa simply pulled her long legs up into her chair and quirked an eyebrow at the weird little thing.

She was actually still shaking her head when Rex came over to her. "Hey... I t-th... YOu are Jason's friend right. Yeah I sort of remember you. How are you?" she said to Rex with the same weak smile. Placing her forehead on her knees she sighed to herself.

" Yes, you are right mam, my name is Rex" he told Alexa, "Actually I met Jason at his castle a few weeks ago, mam " Rex said to Alexa. " I am fine and you, mam?" Rex asked Alexa. "If you had a problem with a student, what would you domam ?" Rex asked Alexa. Jason did tell Rex rhat Alexa is very nice but she can be devious.

The Common Room really didn't have that many pillows, did it? Unless they had somehow magically reproduced while she wasn't looking. Like unicellular organisms--except, pillows weren't living organisms at all. She shook the image off her mind. Tucking one stray blond lock behind her ear, Daphne tried not to be nosy and overhear a conversation being had nearby but...

Dancing? United States? Football? Quarterback? ???? Oh! "You're a muggleborn, aren't you?" she asked to the boy speaking toooo...a girl who didn't look very alright. Curiously, she frowned at her for a bit before picking up more pillows.

Gold was done. She'd move on to crimson. It was a good color.

"A second year?" repeated Daphne a bit confused. Blinking repeatedly, she observed the boy quizzically before shrugging. She supposed kids were developing early as of late. "Daphne Hopton to be precise, I think I've seen you around as of a matter of fact. I just thought you were older though." Hehe. Or something. Waving his suggestion away, Daphne brought out her wand too. "It's not a matter of whether it's quick or not. I just like doing it."

Which...no one seemed to get. Yet. They'd get used to it eventually, although, she had been doing it for five years now....maybe they wouldn't ever get used to it.

"Yeah, my father taught me a few things this summer," Rafe said. "In Romania, there's no laws on underage wizardry." Rafe grabbed his pillows he stacked on the chair and added them to the couch. "So, size, color and pattern? Or do we sort them by size first, then take each size and divide them by color and then once divided my size and color, then pattern?" Rafe really didn't know why he was going along with this.

"Well, everyone has their weird...well, interesting hobbies," Rafe shrugged as he waited for her to get sorting so he would follow her lead. "I like to stargaze, that's sort of different."

Jason quietly looked up at the approaching him and she quite suddenly sat down on the sofa. She was smiling and that kinda warmed him up. Her smile was almost magical. And certainly so was she and specially her red hair. Jason couldn't help feeling perky. "Hi!" he replied back. "Jason here. I'm a first year too. Finally i met someone in my year. I hardly know anyone here. They say that all magical families in Britain are inter related. But i was brought up in India. Even all these customs are new to me. I gravely needed someone to talk to. Thanks!"

Brant got out of his chair, for he was really tired. "Oh ok, Guys and Ladies Im off to bed. Night all" as he dragged his feet behind him.

Lucy was still covering her face, and could hear Kat laughing. She smiled herself also, though it wasn't visible to Kat because her face was covered with her hands. "Yeah, it was pretty funny. He didn't look too scared, though, which makes me mad. But you know I can't swim, right? So he had to come rescue me anyway," She said, finally removing her hands from her face. "That boy is an idiot," She added in an undertone, grinning nevertheless.