yeah, one got transfered to US, no actually 2 i guess and the other friend i dont know whether she has come back or not i havent seen her here though she said shrugging
oh vacation was fine went to see the Quidditch World Cup.it was awesome,England won! and i am so happy about that she said excitedly
how about yours?did you go and see the QWC? she asked

"One of your friends got transferred to US?? It really hurts when you don't ever get to see your friends again!" Chelle said sympathetically.
"Cool, lucky you! I didn't go anywhere as my mum doesn't understand anything about Quidditch! I'm a muggleborn, you see! Otherwise, my vacations were great!" Chelle said, bluching as she thought about her friend.

yeah actually 2 of them have left for US but one of them said she will be back in our 6th year.so yeah it would be great! she said nodding and smiling.
oh,well my dad wasnt going to allow me first but i had asked my mum over the letters from the school here towards the last weeks about me going to QWC.i kept on sending her saying i wanted to go,so it sort of paid off she said smiling
yeah i know,nagging isnt good.but come on you get to see QWC what once few years,right? she said
my mum and brother accompanied me but my dad stayed out she said shrugging.
so what did you for your vacations? she asked but then she saw Chelle becoming a bit awkward towards the end
was she blushing? she thought but waited for Chelle's answer.

"Livvy!" Rachel called out in greeting as her best friends walked into the Ravenclaw common room. And then the aformentioned friend proceeded to sit on the floor - yeah, the FLOOR.

... "Erm Livs, I know the floor is TERRIBLY comfortable to you, but don't you think that as the Head Girl, people might start copying you actions? Then we'd ALL be sitting on the floor - and the poor furninture will feel lonely!" the seventh year nodded and patted the blue couch fondly before giggling lightly.

Ooh, CAPTAIN was here. But before Rachel commented on THAT particular fact, she turned towards... Allison? She was pretty sure she had heard Adrienne call her that. "Look - it really isn't THAT bad... You just have to forget about everyone and focus on the game that you love," she nodded, not paying enough attention to see that the girl was having a mild freak out.

Eh - she wasn't a Prefect anymore; it was Cela's job to keep them from going insane now. Bwaha.

"And, Adrienne, WERE you planning to tell me on the train that the Quidditch Captain was in actual fact YOU?! Or did that fact just happen to slip your mind?" Rachel pointed her finger accusingly at the girl, winking slightly and trying hard not to giggle.

Rachel snorted. "I HIGHLY doubt you'll do anything of the sort. I can't be sure, but I'm pretty positive you went through the rule book as diligently as I did... Am I right?" she laughed, remembering the summer before her fourth year. Jake had SERIOUSLY considered sending her to St. Mungo's for treatment.

. . .
And apparently they should send Cela there too. "Erm, you NEED homework? Are you, like, masochistic now?" the seventh year asked, blinking at the younger sixth year. Ok, so they were ALL Ravenclaws here which meant that none of them were strangers to book loving or even the occasional fun homework but NEEDING homework? That was just odd.

And, now that crazy Cela mentioned it, what DID Rachel do in the summer?

Isabella smiled at Jack, shifting her weight a little
"Nice to meet you too Jack" She said, giving a small laugh, "Your not from around here are you?" She asked noticing his strainge accent.
i dont think ive met anyone with that accent before, she thought

Emilia continued to stare out the window as the sun set and the grounds darkened. She watched as torches were lit like small pin-pricks that flickered like the stars that were on the ceiling above her. She rubbed her arms with her hands as a chill ran up her spine, she hadn't noticed it had gotten cold.

Damien walked back into the common room and looked around. He spotted Emilia standing by the window, rubbing her arms. He hadn't noticed the temperature drop, but now that he neered the window, he did. He loved the cold though. Noticing that Emilia looked destracted, he took the opertunity to quietly sneek up on her. Once reaching his target, he put his hands on her shoulders and said: "Boo!" He chuckled as she jumped.

Emilia wondered were the rest of her little group were. She was surprised they hadn't showed yet, maybe they had gotten lost.

Suddenly and unexpectedly she felt hands on her shoulder and "Boo!" shouted in her ear. She jumped about 20 feet and turned around to give whoever it was a beating.

When she saw that it was Damien, her eyes sparkled with happiness, but then she quickly hid it under a scowl.

"Damien, you know it's not nice to scare a person, I could have had a heart attack or something." she pouted.

Barry walked into the common room after the feast. He must have been the last one. He`d stayed back to admire the hall empty. Yeah that was weird. But Barry just loved the school right now.

He took a seat on a chair near some familier faces who he had seen just a while ago "So um how were you holidays?" he asked everyone in general. He didn`t care who replied , this year he was going to make freinds so might as well start now

Damien gave her a playfull smile, "Oh come now Emilia, I didn't mean any harm by it. He looked out the window briefly before turning his gaze back to her. " So have you explored your dorm room yet?" he asked, trying to start a conversation.

Emilia smiled back at his reply watching him look out the window, then he asked the one question she had been dreading.

"Not really." she replied, blushing.

In truth she was scared to see who she would be rooming with.

Scanning the room so that she wouldn't have to meet Damien's line of sight she saw a silver and black stripped cat walk gracefully down one of the sets of stairs by the statue. She watched as it looked around and then sat to clean itself, she giggled.

"Who's cat is that?" she asked Damien.

He blinked in confusion, cat? Turning around he spotted his cat, Tora, sitting there cleaning her paws. He smiled when she looked up and meowed. Bending down, he called to her and watched as she pranced her way to his side. Picking her up, he scratched her chin, and turned back to Emilia.

"This is Tora, my brother and I found her last year. She seemed to have taken a liking to me, so we decide she should acompany me here." he said, smiling down as the cat purred.

Victoria was glad to be back in the Ravenclaw common room but she was going to miss her boyfriend Jason this term.

Was he crazy? He wasn't sure... After his aweful job at Seeker last term, he still decided to try out for the quidditch team. Making his way back up to the common room, he steps through the entrance.

Spotting a spot on one of the couches, he takes a seat, staring into the fire. Yep, he must be absolutely nuts...

Common Room, Common Room. Adam said the password and wandered in, taking a seat near the window. Looking around at all of the other Ravenclaws, he shrugged off the feeling that they'd all be cleverer that him. He'd just have ot get used to that. Nearly seventeen and still in his fifth year was going to be had to get used to, Adam realised, as he looked over that grounds.

Adrienne raised an eyebrow as Rachel turned to Allison, noticing how the former prefect, while she knew her wrods were heartfelt and honestly trying to help the first year, hadn't really noticed how badly said first year was freaking out. But there wasn't much she could do about it, really, other than her own personal decision to hold back on the Quidditch talk with the tiny girl. But then Rachel had turned her attention on her, and she laughed. "Well, if you had been paying attention, you would have seen the badge and I wouldn't have had to tell you," she hedged. She'd indicated it when Rachel had asked about who was captain on the train, it wasn't her fault she hadn't noticed it. "But no," she said with a grin. "It didn't slip my mind, but i wasn't going to tell you." She wagered Rachel would get she was teasing.

Phoebus cringed slightly. As if it wasn't enough that both Adrienne and Celandine were together in the same space right now...Cela was asking him to come sit next to her. Really like...next to her.

But he couldn't just say no. He actually liked Cela as a person. It wasn't her fault she was reallyblond pretty too, which still managed to make Phoebus a bit nervous. " Heyyyy, Cela!"He said, a nervous smile on his face as he came back down to the couch. He squeezed in, now pressed up against Cela and the arm of the couch. " My summer? You know. Boring. Um. A few...different things, here and there. Not a lot to report on." He said, clasping his hands together in his lap because he didn't know what else todo with them.
Phoebus waved to Adrienne as he had gotten situated on the couch, and now that he was seated somewhat in front of her he offered her a small smile. He didn't know what to say, especially around Adrienne. " I've been around...busy getting my...stuff...put away," He said,knowing it was a terrible excuse. " Have you been well?" he asked, trying to keep a conversation going now.

Somewhere in his head, a voice told him togrow up and talk to her, just not now. Later, when there weren't so many people around. Like that weird little girl who looked at him like he'd stepped in dog poo and gotten it all over the carpet.
Phoebus offered a small grin to the girl who was frowning at him. " Hey, I'm Phoebus," He said, nodding in her direction. " Just starting?" He asked, taking in her young appearance, frown and all. Which was odd, young kids usually weren't all ...frowny.

Emily held the locket her father had just given her, still shocked at the news that her great aunt had been a witch. Emily opened the giant gold locket and found two pictures inside. One was of her great aunt, well she supposed it was because it was a girl wearing a Hogwarts robe and the ravenclaw colors. The other side held a picture of Emily making "potions" in her grandmothers kitchen. Emily laughed she remembered when she used to use dish soap and Mr.Clean to make what she called cleaning potions. In the locket as well was a piece of paper, she opened it and it read: Our Family secret. Emily was confused, had her grandmother known about her being a witch?

Allison gave Phoebus a curt nod, trying not to be too rude. Like always her mother's image with a disappointed look pressured her to. "First year." Trying to lighten up her heart she recalled Italy with her mother.

"My mum and I traveled a bit through Europe. Went to France to get my wand custom made," Allison pursed her lips at the memory. That "friend" of her mother's had been really rude. "Then my mum went for business to Italy. We stay at our small home there until we headed to london...for a slight bit of shopping." Big lie. Her mother had gone all out on the shopping and had gotten Allison so much clothing she was pretty sure that she wouldn't be able to wear it all anytime soon. If not ever. Some of the clothing her mother had gotten were for even girl's bigger sizes that Allison. So she had stored them and told her daughter she could wear them as she grew. Allison suddenly laughed, "My mum bought me too many things. Said I'd have to wait and grow into them."

"I'm going to miss Profes... Mr. Truebridge and Professor Ashby though." Celandine answered. She'd miss Healer Avalon too. She was practically family after all. Celandine nodded at mention of Juniper.

"Something to do with her parents." Of course, that was the reason she'd moved to Africa in the first place. Cela listened with interest as Adrienne talked about her summer.

Oh what designers?

"Miu Miu, Pucci, Christian Louboutin, Chloe Capretto, Alexander McQueen, Martinez Valero, Sergio Rossi, Oscar De La Renta... lots." Celandine waved her hand, making it fairly clear that it would take far too long to list them all.

"I can show you the catalogues when they arrive too if you like."


"I'm lucky that I look good in orange. Not many people do." Cela answered with one of her trademark smiles. She liked Allison. The little girl was totally claimed. Hopefully she'd prove to be a good 'claw and smart and earn points and everything.

Cela laughed in agreement and shifted closer to Phoebus so that there was space between herself and Rachel for Livvy to slide into if she so wanted.

"I read all the rules." Cela agreed lightly, adjusting her uniform. She'd had to so she could figure out what modifications she could make. There was nothing in the rules about changing the colour of the stitching.

And Cela liked pink.

Cela gave Rachel a quiet look. "Homework will be a nice distraction from Copernicus being gone."

"Barry!" Celandine greeted him enthusiastically and waved at him.

"Good holidays of course. How about yours?"

Blink.

Who was that?

"Hi!" Celandine waved at this boy too. He had to be new right? She hadn't seen him before.

"Boring? Gosh. Maybe you need to think about a more exciting summer vacation for next term." Cela suggested, taking Phoebus literally as usual. "Do you travel much?"

"Oh that sounds fun. What kind of wand did you end up with?" Celandine laughed. "Gosh did your mother at least get things that won't go out of fashion?"

Kellen wandered down the stairs from the boys' dorm with his backpack and shoes in one hand and his cloak and tie in the other. His hair was still pretty ruffled and the top two buttons of his shirt were still undone. The clothing and hair could be fixed up later; he'd been halfway through buttoning his shirt when he saw Charlotte Marie, Ian's sister's scorpion, skittering her way up his pant leg. He'd jumped around in a few tight circles trying to shake her off, but when he'd looked for her she was gone. Again. There was no way he was spending a minute longer in that room than he had to right now. Maybe Damien's cat would eat the little arachnid while they were all in class.

He tossed his things rather inelegantly on and around a lounge chair and dropped onto it sideways, leaning his head back to look at the ceiling. Across the board, little sisters were a royal pain.

Seeing someone waving out of the corner of his eye, Adam turned and saw the girl was waving to him. Smiling, he stood up and walked over to her, standing near to the chair she was sitting in. "Hi, I'm Adam," he said, looking down at her. Noticing the bage on her robes, he smiled. "I take it you're the prefect, then?"

Adrienne smiled as Phoebus came over and waved at her, although a tiny weird feeling came over her as he squished in next to Cela. Pushing it back, She tilted her head as he responded to her statement about wondering where he'd been. But a wry smile crept onto her face at his words. "You were putting your stuff away before the train, and on the train?," she asked, going back to her normal teasing. But he really had pretty much disappeared after the one incident at her estate. She got even more amused at his next words. The way he was speaking almost made her want to quote Shakespeare in response, but she held back. Although a laugh escaped her. "I've been perfectly fine." Except for her nervousness over captain, and the rest. but she wasn't about to say anything when she was around everyone else. And it was oddly interesting how almost hostile Allison had gotten when Phoebus had arrived, which distracted her a little.

And Cela speaking, responding to her earlier comments about the term, helped keep her to her decision. "Oh, I'm going to miss them too. A lot, but I still hope the new professors are going to be good." She had to get through NEWTs this year, after all. So bad teachers wouldn't be a good thing. But then Cela answered her question abotu Juniper, and she nodded back, even though she was still a little confused. "Okay. I guess her parents must get around," she said with a smile.

Her confusion about Juniper's current location and reason behind it faded away as Cela then answered her question about the new shoes, and a bright smile lit her face. "I love Christian Louboutin. He's the reason one of my pygmy puffs is named Christian," she said, before nodding at the rest of the designers the prefect listed off. "I have some of those. I bought some more Louboutins this summer, as well as Alexander McQueen, Costume National, DSQUARED2, Taryn Rose, Nine West, Steve Madden, 7 for All Mankind, Kate Spade, Marc Jacobs . . ." She trailed off much as Cela did, even though that was most of the new pairs she'd gotten. She had so many more others up in her trunk too, but she figured most of the other people in the group probably didn't care to hear them all, especially as Cela invited more people over. But she grinned as Cela extended the offer to see the catalogues. "Maybe. I tend to just owl my grandmother in France when I want new shoes, since she knows what I like. But they would definitely be interesting to look at."

Allison scowled at the thought of her wand, "11 2/3" Oak, Veela Hair Core, pliable." Trying to tap her foot but couldn't, because her feet did not reach the ground, Allison shifted in the couch and sat Indian style. "Meh mum said a friend of hers could make the wand if I couldn't find one. He made me try a bunch that were already there, but nothing seemed to work. Then he laughed at me when he said he thought what was right for me. He "custom" made it. Mean little man. If it didn't feel like it was truly mine I would have never had taken it."

With much indignation Allison got a stubborn look on her face. Although the wand had supposedly chosen her, she didn't have to like that man. She wasn't even sure if he was really her mother's friend. Plus, why custom made? Surely Ollivander's could have had a good wand for her. He was suppose to be the best of the best!

When Cela mentioned her mother's shopping Allison snorted in a very unlike lady way--thank Merlin family wasn't there, "My mum is obsessed about all that stuff. Fashion and all. She said that if I ever got an "ounce" of her fashion sense, that I would make the clothing work. Plus, Cela, doesn't fashion come and go? It seems like it likes repeating itself."



Looking over Cela's shoulder at that boy's head, Allison saw Kellen sit on a lounge chair. And very carefully Allison shrank into the couch seat. Oh no. She would go through the night without speaking or crashing into him. As it was she still needed to tell her mother about everything going around her, and that was distasteful, crashing into Kellen--or Ian for that matter, would be too much for her.

Instead Allison also placed her hand next to her temple as to cover her face and turned towards Adrienne, who was currently smiling as that boy--Phoebus, placed his hands awkwardly on his lap.



Before Allison could say anything nasty to Phoebus for sitting next to Cela Allison's jaw dropped at the mention of all the designer labels. Adrienne was just like her mother. Listing brands...names, famous expensive designers, was Cela the same? At this point Allison doubted she'd ever go without learning stuff about fashion. After all it was her plan to stick to Cela when possible, and if Cela spoke fashion, Allison would eventually do the same.

"Adrienne...how much money do you spend on shoes?" She was afraid to ask, but if Adrienne and Cela were any example of her future, she needed to be prepared.

Blinkblink.

"You were WEARING it?!" Rachel exclaimed, trying REALLY hard to remember Adrienne's items of clothing on the train. She usually noticed these things - you know, being observant and all. She WAS observant - Jake had proven that fact to her a while ago... HOW had she not noticed?

EEEEK! She was growing OLD - her BRAIN was no longer functioning.

O_O Gulp.

Rachel mock bowed as Cela confirmed her suspicions and she laughed. Ahhh, Ravvies would always be Ravvies.

Shifting her weight as well so that it didn't look like she was hogging the whole couch, the seventh year's smile dimmed in less than a second as Cela mentioned Copernicus Kettleburn - aka her boyfriend. "I'm... sorry?" she apologized softly, feeling REALLY uncomfortable on two very different planes.

One - she had NO idea how to respond to that sort of statement. Two - Cela talking about Copernicus reminded Rachel that her own boyfriend was no longer around this year.

"If it makes you feel any better; Reid graduated last year too and he's all the way in Australia now," Rachel stated and winced inwardly as she realised how TACTLESS that had been. WHY would something like that make ANYONE feel better? The most they could do with that piece of information was mope together. And Rachel was NOT going to be sad at ALL this year.

Plus, did Cela even know who Reid was?

...

Who was THAT?! He was cute.

!!!
Boyfriend, Rach - BOYFRIEND. Reid Hemingway, remember?

Blinking away from the -ahem- very good looking guy, the seventh year turned to look down at her own out of the dress code shoes and began counting the amount of white dots on each shoe. EXCELLENT distraction, by the way.