Chris grinned and smiled too at Gold as he too, watch Owen looking at Mr. T and High heels. He had to admit it was kinda cute. Owen looked back at Chris and then at Gold. Chris laughed. "Really Owen?" The gryfindor looked up at Gold with a incrediuos grin. "Owen likes you basket, he wants to join your kittens in it." he finished with another laugh.

Owen was something else.

Chris looked curiously towards the door as it had been knocked on. Cela had rushed over to it and answered and soon gave the visitor a hug. Then...closed the door on them? O.o

We were having a meeting, but then they knocked again. He grinned at Cela as she opened the door again, this time he saw that it was Sebastian Whitcomb of Slytherin. he heard something about finding a compartment. "See ya soon Cela." he waved to her as she agreed to go help him find his compartment. Now back to the meeting.

Awww. AWWWW! How cute. Interesting, too, come to think of it. "That's so adorable," Gold chuckled. "Can I cuddle Owen?" It was always best to ask THEEEE owners, because they were the ones who knew their pet - or pets - best. Well, generally, at least.

But seriously, this was so adorable! "... and he totally can. That basket's big enough for all three of them."

Aww.

The look on Chris' face was a picture.So confused, and slightly let down at the same time, as Sarah corrected him.Nodding, she tried to stiffle a laugh. "Yes, I'm, I'm afraid you did," pat on the arm in a consoling way. "Oh I know! You should have heard me talking to the tow truck driver......'Can this thing gooo annny faster?? I'm going to be late!!' hehe," she laughed then, not holding it back, as she remembered the bewildered look on the man's face when he saw Screech in his cage.

Sarah looked down at the cage, and the bird with her finger in it's mouth, as Chris' asked if it was her's. "Yeah this is Screech, but he's not happy with me right now," she sighed, reaching into her pocket and grabbing a handful of pellets, pushing one through the bars as she continued.."I think he still has a ringing in his little ears from me charging down the platform and clanking his cage..."

Ohhhhh more people were saying hello to her!

Sarah grinned at each of them in turn as they told her their names, giving a little wave and shaking hands with Livvy when it was offered. "Oh, nice to meet you, Livvy, Reese, Gold...Torin?" So he was going to be her fellow badger then huh? At least he looked friendly enough, she thought, eyeing him slightly and discreetly enough so he wouldn't notice.Her attention was diverted by the opening door, and the final two Prefects entering.She bit her lip when she realised that she didn't know them either.My merlin, did I lead a sheltered life before?! Giving them a smile as well, she turned back round, placing her hands in her lap as Jack got up to start the talk.

They had to say something about themselves?!?!

Ohhhh.....kay.

When everyone that had to say their piece, did, Sarah stood up slightly nervously and smoothed out her clothes.Clearing her throat she added her contribution. "Uhhh I'm Sarah Griffin, Hufflepuff Fifth year.This is, obviously I suppose, my first term as a Prefect, so I'm slightly nervous," Not that they could tell...Yeah. Right. "I am muggleborn and an only child, like Miles," she smiled, gesturing to the Ravenclaw. "I try and get along with everyone....and I like Lemondrop ice cream from Florean's and dislike liars and....yeah I think that's all," she mumbled at the end. "I look forward to working with you all!" Quickly sitting down, Sarah let out the breath she had been holding for the entire speech.

Jack blinked as he watched everyone go around, introducing themselves before a few of them started to talk amongst themselves. They were some chatty prefects, weren't they?! Not that talking was bad or anything. Talking was fun. It was just...overwhelming for him, twas all. Too much happening tooooooooo fast.

Speaking of which, a few moments later, someone that Jack vaguely recognzied as a Slytherin quidditch player came demanding assistance in...finding a compartment? Sheeeesh. Prima Donna. Surely he had working legs and eyes so he could find one himself, right? Sigh.

Cela had already introduced herself when she entered the compartment (right before she called dibs on the dungeons) so he smiled and watched her walk off with the spoiled Slytherin. "See ya in a bit!" he called as she left before turning back to the group.

"Soooo erm...is that everyone?" he asked.

Probably right? He was ... probably right? Sebastian Whitcomb could not help but to snort at that, rather audibly too. Of course he was right. He was, after all, Sebastian Whitcomb. But quite honestly, he couldn't care less about that Copernicus guy. Her boyfriend?

The way she was talking it was like Copernicus left. Sebastian couldn't blame him - his head was already hurting.

But she had finally agreed to help him in that compartment quest and so Sebastian actually send a rather forced smile her way.

"Thank you, it's much appreciated." He told her, turning around to start walking as she said goodbye to her powerful - snort - friends ... when he felt someone grab his arm. Oh no. Oh no, she did not.

"It is highly rude to take a gentlemen's arm without him offering it." Sebastian rudely pointed out, letting her take his arm anyway. It was a gentleman's duty to offer his arm to the ladies accompanying him, after all.

Celandine actually rolled her eyes.

"It's also rude to chastise a lady of higher social standing than you are, but we're all friends here so I'll just let you get away with it this time!" She giggled happily. It wasn't like this was the St. Mungos Charity Ball or anything, and Sebby wasn't a suitor so she hardly had to worry about things like that, especially after a summer completely full to the brim of all that stuff.

Another reason to be glad to see Hogwarts.

"I think you need cheering up, Sebby." Cela commented as they headed away from the prefect compartment to look for a compartment near the front.

Miles smiled at Cela as she cheered him up and then watched as she bounced off to open the door. Yes bounced. Well wasn't she a bundle of energy. She was going to make for an excellent co-prefect. Turning to look at Jake he looked around. "I...think so?" He wasn't sure not having paid any attention at all after what he had said about himself. He wanted to go talk to Fia. Badly.

Celandine reentered the prefects compartment much as she had left it, bouncing.

She smiled around at everyone, sat down and crossed her legs, foot bouncing a mile a minute though she was otherwise completely quiet.

Jack hadn't realized that everyone had gone already--he thought when he said "is that everyone" that someone would speak up and be all like "Oh, I haven't gone!" but noooo. Introductions were over. As was the easy part. But that hadn't been so bad, had it? It was just like talking to his team. Sort of. He could get used to this!

"Alright sooo now that we know each other, we'll try and wrap this up so everyone can run about the train for a bit before we get there," he said with a small smile. "I'm sure that all of you have a general idea of what you're supposed to do in your new positions--patrol the halls, watch out for anyone breaking the rules or being a downright trouble maker, and helping new students get adjusted to the school. If you ever encounter someone breaking the rules, you can warn them that their behavior needs to stop or you'll get a professor to step in. Of course if they're doing something REALLY bad--more than just a little PDA in a corner of the corridor--you should go straight to a professor so they can handle it from there." Most of that stuff was like, common sense right? They had all been picked to be prefects for a reason!

"Also, we will be holding meetings throughout the rest of the year to keep you updated on anything happening around the school, and basically just check in to see how you're doing. I'm guessing there will be more than just one or two if something catastrophic happens--" his mind immediately flashed to the term with all the flooding and those insane merpeople, "But let's cross our fingers that that doesn't happen," he added with a little chuckle.

"Any questions? Or can we go straight onto patrols?" he asked.