Mehhh? Dungeons? Want... as in patrolling? Or... want... as in buying? Livvy didn't think the dungeons would exactly be on the market. Though... with Kazi, you never truly knew for sure. But, Livvy pretty much assumed patrolling was what Cela was talking about. Who would want to buy the dungeons?

And then. AH! Candy.

She made herself pay attention to what Jack was saying. This was important and although she was nervous, Livvy would just have to get through it. The first prefect meeting. Mhm. It brought chills to the depths of Livvy's body. She almost shuddered right then and there, even though the compartment was pretty heated with all this body heat.

Livvy cracked a small smile at Jack. At least she knew she wasn't the only person that was nervous. This was good. This was better. Livvy wondered what he was thinking at that moment. An escape plan?

Smiling, Livvy spoke up after Jack finished talking and introducing himself. "That sounds like a good plan, Jack. Hi everybody... I'm Olivia Zhang, but you may call me Livvy. Your choice. I'm a seventh year Ravenclaw and I'm the Head Girl this term. Uhm... I... live in a foster family with seven other siblings and I have a strong interest in Quidditch. I've been on the team for a good three terms. And... yeah. I think that's all." Didn't need to add anything right? "Anyone like to go next?"

Celandine cleared her throat and piped up, "I don't need to introduce myself." she already kind of had.

She looked at the red headed Gryffindor again, curiousity in her eyes. Who you? Whooooooo?

Chris stood up from his seat to introduce himself to the room of people he pretty much already knew. "Ok I am Chris Potter, Gryffindor 6th year." man this felt wierd all the times he had been Prefect before he hadn't been looking in the faces of his close friends in the prefect meetings. "As most of you know I have been Prefect the past two terms and I was on the Quidditch team last term. I am a friendly person and I have been in the top five points earner for Gryffindor every term since my first." he nodded happily and with a smile sat back down. Who would go next?

Oh.

Him? His turn? Raiden stood rather slowly, swaying as the train bumped, and gave them all a smile.

"Uhm... I'm Raiden Jae Kururugi. Slytherin Fifth Year. I was asked to step in last term when the former prefect had to give up his post." Nod. "I play on the Quidditch team when I'm needed, and..."

Did he really have nothing interesting to say?

"I'm allergic to pumpkin." Not... exactly the most interesting thing, but it was something. "That's... yeah. Not much else."

He sat down rather hastily. Hadn't expected to have to do introductions or anything like that...

Reese looked up from her chocolate frog box when the room went quiet after Raiden introduced himself. Oh...it was her turn?

"Hello, people," she greeted her fellow Prefects. "I'm Reese Selena Upstead. And for those who don't know, I am related to Jake Upstead; he's my little brother. I also go by Reese's Pieces, so whatever you choose to call me is fine. I'm a 7th year Slytherin and this is my first and only time to being a Prefect." She looked back down at her chocolate frog and added, "And, I have a unhealthy addiction to chocolate frogs."

The end.

Reese opened her chocolate frog box and ate the chocolate frog. Mmmm, chocolate!

Miles looked around as everyone started introducing themselves and then it was his turn. What to say.... Standing up he looked at everyone, "Umm...hi I'm Miles Vorkosigan. I'm a 5th year Ravenclaw so obviously my first time being Prefect." Something interesting? Well he was a lord but he wasn't going to tell this lot that. Only Fia knew that. He scratched the back of his head and laughed, "I'm an only child and that's...all I can think of." Sitting back down he listened and watched everyone. An interesting group that was for sure.

Awww Miles looked all sad!face.

Celandine scooped up some of the chocolate frogs, recalling that chocolate was like, his thang, and moved over to squish in next to him, dumping the chocolate in his lap.

"I'm super glad you're like, my co-prefect and stuff." Cela told him seriously and gave him a biiig squishy platonic!hug.

Miles' eyes caught on Celandine as she came over toward him with some chocolate frogs and he raised an eyebrow. What was she.... OH! He said as she dumped them in his lap.

"Umm...thanks?" he said as he found himself in her arms in a hug. "Umm...Cela are you alright?" he said with a slight chuckle that kind of hid how weird he was feeling but not well.

Hummmmm hmmmm was sheeeee alright? She was fine. Sure she missed Copernicus (and Plymouth and Dom-in-ick and Evee and Willow and Tino), but she was doing pretty dandy as always!

She pouted.

"Nooo I'm all saaaad and need cheer!up!hugs." Actually. Actually that was Miles. He so clearly needed hugs. She patted his head affectionately, like a wittle puppy and then squished him again.

He looked at her as she patted his head and then...yup another hug. Laughing he nudged her, "Alright alright...you're cutting off my circulation," he said teasingly.

Picking up a chocolate frog he nodded, "Thanks. I..kind of left mine in Fia's compartment." After he had left her...again. Things to work on...pfft she was the one with the issues not him. Fiddling with the box he stared down at it, "You have a boyfriend right?" He thought she did. "If...he kissed someone else...because he wanted to make her ex jealous but didn't really mean anything by it...would you be angry?"

Cela poked her tongue out and smiled, pleased that Miles wasn't all emo!fringe!sad.

"Thats okay. I got plenty to share with everyone." Oh? Oh actual serious conversa... Celandine tipped her head to one side thoughtfully.

"Well." She started and then had to try again. "Well... I... ummmm.... Copernicus wouldn't evereverever kiss anyone else but me. Ever. One time Evolette McKenna kissed HIM and he was like, soooo guilty and upset over it, he told me and... well I was kind of upset. But not at him, I don't think even if he did do something like that, I could be upset at him. Umm... was kind of upset at Evee for a while though, even though Cope doesn't like... like like her or anything."

She blinked at him thoughtfully and then spoke loud enough for everyone to hear because obviously she was SUCH an expert on things and... stuff.

"I think its kind of immature to try to make people jealous. I think you are better than that Miles aaaaaaaand if you are going to go around doing stuff like that? Maybe you should tell..." Celandine eyed him, "Fia, before you do it."

She flipped her hair.

"I mean like, obviously some kinds of people are always going to make other kind of people jealous and stuff," Like pretty and smart people. And Ravenclaws.

"But just because you're the prettiest and the smartest and awesome at everything, you shouldn't use that to make other people feel bad. Like me! I help people by sharing my awesome!" She explained this in earnest, no acknowledgement of her own ego in that statement.

Blink Blink?

Did that help?

Miles sighed and ran his hand through his hair as he heard Cela speak. Hmm. Frowning he spun the chocolate frog box around in his fingers. "You're right." Leaning his head back against the seat he closed his eyes, "I'm an idiot."

He turned his head slightly and smiled at Cela, "Thanks. I need to go talk to Fia." Cela had been right...for once. He had been immature by doing that and he'd been acting it since.

Pursing his lips thoughtfully he sighed, "Think she'll forgive me?" If it had been anyone but Brody...he was almost positive she would but it was Brody. Ugh. He'd made a mess of things for sure.

"Silly." Celandine beamed at him. "Its easy to forgive pretty boys so like, you've got that going for you."

Nice arms made forgiveness easier too.

But then Cela tended to get over things in a split second so who was she to judge.

"You aren't an idiot, you're a Ravenclaw. Its the boy part that makes your brain wifty."

So says Celandine Toussaint. Yuuuup her work here was done.

Miles smiled at Cela and shook his head, "Something tells me it won't be that simple."

He opened the chocolate frog box and watched as it hopped out, catching it easily in his hand. "So if I was a girl I'd be perfect?" he said with a slight smirk.

"Thanks." He said with a genuine smile while he bit into the chocolate frog. "Nice to have a friend who's not involved for some perspective."

"But worth it." Celandine answered, thinking of herself and Copernicus as she murmured those words. "The important things are worth it even if it isn't easy."

Cela shifted back from Miles a bit and glanced around the compartment.

"Almost!" Cela giggled slightly.

"You are welcome!" She popped another chili candy in her mouth and looked around expectantly. More introductions?

What was it that said on the compartment's door? Prefect's only unless you've been invited or need assistance.

Well, Sebastian hadn't been invited - though he really thought he should have been -, but he definitely needed assistance. He had no idea of who the Slytherin Prefects were this year, but since that try too hard Evo-person had left .. he had good reasons to believe the badge had moved along, too. Which was always an improvement, from his point of view.

Standing on the corridor, he gracefully raised his hand and knocked on the door firmly with his knuckles. Eww, eww, germs. Smoothing his trench, Sebastian then slipped one hand into his trousers' pocket, tapping the tip of his boat shoes on the floor impatiently.

God, why take so long opening the door?

Cela of course, bounced to her feet and cheerfully went over to the door as sooooooon as she heard a knock.

She slid the door open and then gushed.

"Sebbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbby! Did you come to congratulate me? Oh you are SO nice!"

And Cela being Cela, she huuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuugged him Raiden style.


Huuuuuuuug.

"So nice. But we're having a meeting right now so..." She waved her hand at him. "Shoo."

She slid the door shut again.

Oh, at long last.

After what felt like eternity to Sebastian, he suddenly heard the door being opened and he quickly cleared his throat, ready to give them his speech. But he just didn't really have a chance to. No, sir ... because before he could even mutter any sound, he had been called the most AWFUL name to have surface this planet. This universe!

Sebby?! Who did this girl think she was?

And ... congratulate her? How could he congratulate her if he didn't even know who she was?

He had a vague idea that perhaps he had met her before, but honestly - did people except him to know every single person he had met? Pssh.

That was not the worse, though. Oh no. As soon as he saw her arms opening, everything turned slow motion for Sebastian and he watched, eyes widened in horror as the blonde, loud girl wrapped those claws around him.

He really hated this school.

"Miss! Please be.." have, he was going to say. But just like that, she had shooed him off and closed the door. SHOO? Nobody shooed at a Whitcomb! Definitely not at Sebastian.

Slender forehead wrinkling as he frowned at the closed door, Sebastian knocked on it once more.

He really, really hated this school.

Oh hmmm?

Moaaar knocking?

Cela spun around on her heel and sliiiiid the door open again, her expression cheerful!scary!bright!

"Oh its still youuuu Sebby." Cela blinked a few times.

"Is there something wrong? Did you want to congratulate me some more?"

Oh ALRIGHT. Just a little bit then. Go on!

Celandine gestured for him to speak. GOSH she didn't have all day!

Foot still tapping the floor impatiently, Sebastian waited. Waited that the person that would slid the compartment door open wouldn't be that wacko blonde girl. Because if it was, then Sebastian Whitcomb was most likely doomed.

Oh ... exactly.

"It's Sebastian." He dryly told her, fair eyebrow raising as he observed her. Gosh, how had she ended up as a Prefect? Ravenclaw Prefect, fine ... but still. Congratulate her? Why on Earth would he do that, really? "I need assistance. I can't seem to find an empty compartment and ... health issues keep me from sharing a compartment, you see?" Well, a teeny weeny lie was okay, right? "I was ... hoping .." Hoping? Pssh. ".. you could help me with that."

"I know." Celandine agreed comfortingly, "Its a long name. Sebby."

Poor Seb.

She listened carefully since you know, he said he needed assistance and all and that was like her job now or something, but ohhh teehee. Silly Sebby!

"There's nothing wrong with you. I didn't get sick or anything after you and Wooody were nice enough to share a compartment laaast term. See?" She twirled for him, hands spread in illustration. "I'm juuuuust perfect. And you're so nice! I can tell what you are trying to do!" She waggled a finger at him.

"You're just trying to come up with excuses to come say hi because you want another hug!"

Oooh, hug! Gold liked hugs. They were really warmish and sweet. As long as the person had washed, of course. Of COURSE.

"Owen," she repeated, cheerfully. Then she chuckled because, how cute! Owen had just peered at Mr. T. Who peered back. Then High Heels woke up, yawned a bit, and eyed Owen with big, shiny eyes.

Awww. AWWW!

Hufflepuff prefect?

"Hi, Sarah!" Gold said, waving to the newcomer. "Gold Laksh, Gryffindor. You're working with Mr. T!" Because that was cool!

Gold turned her attention back to Mr. Head Boy Jackie Fritzera. He was ... kinda tall, wasn't he? Yeah, random.

"New," she said, with a nod. "You couldn't have missed me, had I been here, Jackie. I'm really hard to ignore." She gave him a pretty smile and, of course, she wasn't lying - Gold Laksh, you couldn't ignore her. Not really.

"My family decided to move to London. From France." She frowned a bit - she still missed France! "But I'm getting used to the new places, new people - new everything, I guess."

Reese pieces was .... not too pleased?

Gold couldn't be sure but - OH, LOOK! Mr. T had just jumped out from his basket, and was now curled up in his owner's lap, his eyes fixed on Reese. "Kittens," Gold answered, with a grin. "Mr. T and High Heels."

Hehe.

What in the name of Merlin's earwax -?

Gold rolled her eyes. She had to. Mr. T, he was just so silly, at times! "There's a difference between a cat and a kitten, Mr. T," she said, with a very patient air. "Besides, you don't call a baby a HUMAN. That would sound... really weird."

But she had to laugh when he introduced himself to the other Mr. T. "You have competition," she grinned. Then Mr. T - the kitten, Mr. T, that is - decided to jump off her lap, and attached himself to Torin's leg. Not, thankfully, by his teeth. More by ... a sort of head-rub.

"I think he likes you... and I think High Heels feels ignored, and will want to chew your sock for dinner, soon."

Bwaha.

"Hey!"

Gold waved to the boy at the door, as she looked away from Torin, for a second. Mmm, familiar face. Oh wait! She had seen this guy in Madam Primpernelle's, she remembered now.

*grabby-hands*

"I don't know you, either," Gold replied cheerfully, as she reached out to grab Mr. T. That kitten, she wanted him with HERRR. She placed him next to High Heels, who now wanted the wickerwork basket to himself, and pushed Mr. T away. BAD kitty. BAD!

She would see to those two, later on.

"I'm Gold Laksh. Everyone calls me Gold, sometimes Goldie, Genie, Goldilocks or, if they're not in a good mood, Laksh. I'm no top-scorer, but I manage to get pretty good grades and I was Quidditch Captain, at my old school. Hi!"

Mmm?

Gold glanced at this new boy, then back at Cela. Then at Mr. T. The person, not the kitten. "Mr. Teeee!"


Right.

"I'm Gold Laksh. You may call me Gold, Goldie or any respectable variant thereof. I'm in my fifth year. Gryffindor. I love Quidditch, have been a Quidditch Captain - chaser - at my old school, and have a dad who shouldn't be allowed to keep his cellphone, because he never remembers to reply to my texts."

"... and I love warm hugs. Don't like people who don't wash their hair. Love ice-hokey. Ice, in general."

....

"Soccer, too."

Sebastian was not a long name, this girl was just delusional. Sebastian Bartholomew Whitcomb could be considered a long name, but definitely not Sebastian. It seemed it was absolutely impossible to get the blondie to call him Sebastian, though, and he sighed in exasperation.

Delusional? Oh, yes.

Doubt plastered across his handsome features, he watched as she stated she was perfect. Perfect? And of course she wouldnt get sick after sitting with him and Woodson. Sebastian and Woodson did not have any diseases. They showered a lot, thank you very much.

But perfect?

Why on Earth would he want another hug.

"No." He was quick to state, taking one step backwards. "One hug was quite enough." It had been more than enough, that was for sure. "But I need that empty compartment." Yes? Please? Pft.

Cela peeked over her shoulder at the redheaded Gryffindor prefect, smiled cheerfully in response to all this and nodded once in approval. As soon as she'd made sure that poor Sebby was okay, she'd go about the serious business of making!new!friend!

"You know, you're probably right." Celandine conceded. "Copernicus wouldn't like it very much if I did tooooo much hugging of pretty boys." Cela paused and added in a whisper, "He gets jealous."

Maybe Sebby was feeling all sad and stuff like Miles had before? Well! Celandine had fixed THAT!

"Okay. I'll come with you to help you find a good compartment." Cela decided. "The front of the train is usually less busy so lets go there!"

She turned to face the compartment again, tossed her hair and smiled around at all her new!shiny!badged!buddies!exclamation!

"I'll be back soon but since its only introductions and you all know who I am, It won't matter tooo much."

She turned back to Sebby, stepped out into the corridor and caught his arm up out of pure habit. Obviously boys were supposed to do that escorty thing.

Or maybe she was just spoiled by all those suitors. Sigh.

Mmmm?

"G'luck, CelShell!" Gold waved at the prefect, as the latter exited the compartment. Maybe they could get to know each other better, later on. Ze CelShell was clearly busy, right now.

Back to Mr. T and High Heels, then.

Rawwwwwrrrrrrrr.