Nia figured that before heading over to join Elan at the Huffie table, she should go and meet the new Ravvies. She was loyal to her blue roots, and she could scope out the firsties and investigate who the new Quidditch captain was. That was a plan indeed.

Finding a space on a bench near the middle of the table where she could see the Huffie and Staff tables, Nia dropped her bag off her shoulder and squeezed in. "Good train journey?" she asked anyone in the vicinity. She was in a good amicable mood, and wanted to meet and greet. Oh, how being a fifth year could increase one's perspective.

Bella placed her juice onto the table and peeked up at the staff table again, thinking hard. "I didnt really pay much attention last term about staff, so im not much help in that area. Sorry" She said looking at her hands again.
Looking up suddenly, hoping to change th subject, she said "How were your holidays then William?" She asked smiling at him, a smile that met her eyes.

"She likes everything pink? Wow, that really is something," Tyler laughed. Never had he heard of someone liking pink so much. But she was the Herbology teacher, so Tyler would probabky like the class. Depending on how she taught. But then they went back to talking about Quidditch. "Sounds like fun, being on the sidelines that is. So that's probably where I'll stay," he chuckled. He jumped a bit as Satine stood up, looking at the Staff Table. "Are you alright?"

Lucy lowered her hands down to answer yet another question. "I'm a...sixth...year." Eeeuuggh. She had gotten so used to saying fifth year a billion times in a row that it felt awkward, and misplaced to label herself as a sixth year. Last year seemed to go on for ages, and then poof! It just stopped. "What about you?" she asked as she made several guesses in her head. Definitely not a first or second year. Third? No...no, no, no. Fourth? Eh, maybe. What about fifth year? Huh.

"Yes, yes...I see. Although, I don't know what that feels like. I always feel like I'm a Ravenclaw. All blue, and silver, and...smarticle." Although, "smarticle" was not a word, Lucy felt it was the perfect moment to say it. It was casual talk so why not? People slur words together like it's no big deal! "Yes. Smarticle particles."

Anya looked up from her book, making sure she marked her page.
"Yes i did have a good train journey. Met some...interesting people. And yourself?" She asked. She may as well meet some people...or at least make an effort.
"Oh I'm Anya, by the way" she said hastily

Nia turned in the direction of the voice, and smiled at the younger student sitting there. Her eyes were drawn to the book she'd just put down - an eager reader, Nia was always one to investigate new material or discuss different authors. Fantasy was her favourite - she'd now grown out of the teenage romances she had once liked. Too unrealistic, really, she'd now sussed out.

"Not bad," she replied, her eyes twinkling. "Though my travelling companion managed to doze off for part of the journey." She chuckled. Catching the girl's name, Nia nodded. "Nia," she replied, "In my fifth year now." It made her sound older, responsible. Though it also meant she had her OWLs this year.

"First year?" she asked friendily. Not really waiting for a reply, she added, "Welcome to Hogwarts, and most importantly, Ravenclaw." She looked around her to see who else was on the table. It was weird not seeing people like Willow, who had graduated last year. "What book were you reading?"

Ellie happily made her way to the Ravenclaw table. She took her time, absorbing the Great Hall as she walked by the tables. She looked up at the enchanted ceiling, happy to see the sky looking as magical as it had when she left. There was something very comforting about Hogwarts not changing.

She reached her House table and happily took a seat. Her stomach growled loudly as she anticipated the wonderful feast to come. She sat back and watched the first years get sorted in the houses. It was hard to believe just one year ago she was entering Hogwarts for the first time.

"Cool." Natasha said. It was cool, that Lucy was a sixth year, only a small voice in her head reminded her. She was younger, she always seemed to be younger. "I'm a fourth year." She said, but she did smile. Fourth year was really all that bad. Nattie loved Hogwarts and it still meant that after this year she would have three more years. That was a good thing.

"Well, that's good." Natasha said. When she said 'smarticle particles' Tasha couldn't help but giggle.

It was quite difficult for Allison to find more first years to chat about with. Mysterious Possible iColby was in the way, and so was Kellen, they were too tall for her. Stretching out her neck Allison had no success.

Then the Mysterious Possible iColby did something so odd she almost felt bad for bullying him. Bumping his head against the table was very unhealthy and that only gave Allison more purpose. "I've always wondered what hitting your head against a solid object does to you. I guess I no longer have to wonder," Allison said smirking at him.

Looking over at Kellen, Allison also noticed the girls lurking around the Staff Table. If it had been her she'd do exactly what she had been doing so far...not. Get. Close. To. The. Staff. Table. What purpose would she gain?

"The friend of Trog? But Trog isn't real," that much Allison knew. Her brother had scared her on countless occasions, until one day her mother dressed as Trog and ran after her brother all across town--and yes Allison's brother was scared and stopped teasing her.

"So Keeley, how did you like New York City?" asked Bella. Bella's family and Keeley had went to NYC for summer vacation for 3 weeks. Bella had loved every moment of it, the lights, the music. She especially loved Broadway. And with all the sight seeing they did and in time square.

"Oh I think I have some pictures in here somewhere," said Bella wile digging around in her bag.

Spotting Ellie down the table, he grins remembering their pumpkin tossing last fall. Walking to an empty spot at the table, he takes a seat. Wondering still where Anya was, he looks around, for others he knew.

Jade sat herself at the ravvies table,looking bored at the people around her.She didn't feel like having a conversation with anyone,so she begin eating silently,occasionally glancing at the familiar faces.

Still laughing and enjoying Jude's company Lily reached for a few slices of chicken from a large silver platter, to her left were enormous portions of Roast Beef and Roast Potatoes. Lily thought to herself, "I could get used to this" as she stacked food onto her plate. "Is the food always this good?" she asked Jude, the taste of the vegetables still lingering.

Celandine sat down right in the centre of the Ravenclaw table, smiling cheerfully around at those who were nearby, being sure to focus particularly on the new students as they reached the table from the sorting. She applauded all the Ravenclaws of course!

Ellie waved at JD, happy to see a friendly face around. "Can you believe school's starting already?" she asked, shouting over the din of the Great Hall. She was eying the newly sorted Ravenclaws making their way to the table. "Gosh, I was so scared of the Sorting Hat," she said aloud, recalling how she trembled as the hat was put atop her head.

"How was you summer, mate?" she asked JD, remembering some of her manners, not that she was very polite to begin with. She hadn't seen JD in ages, and needed a bit of a catchup.

Tiberius flopped down on the bench rather nonchalantly, and rested his elbows on the table. Looking up toward the front, he was amazed at how many new staff members there seemed to be.

With at least one notable absence. Kazi. Could he dare to hope that the old man wasn't around? Probably not. There were still empty chairs, which probably just meant he hadn't arrived. Tiberius sighed but his breath caught in his throat as he saw someone bend over to whisper to the man in the headmaster's chair... who was presumably the new headmaster?

Tibi shuddered involuntarily.

Was it almost speech time? Tiberius stomach growled. He hoped so.

Kellen winced as Icoguy started banging his head on the table, not sure of what to do. Eventually he decided to leave him; Chaucer was constantly theatrical without actually damaging himself, so he assumed this boy was the same. Though he was hitting it pretty hard...

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It was quite difficult for Allison to find more first years to chat about with. Mysterious Possible iColby was in the way, and so was Kellen, they were too tall for her. Stretching out her neck Allison had no success.

Then the Mysterious Possible iColby did something so odd she almost felt bad for bullying him. Bumping his head against the table was very unhealthy and that only gave Allison more purpose. "I've always wondered what hitting your head against a solid object does to you. I guess I no longer have to wonder," Allison said smirking at him.

Looking over at Kellen, Allison also noticed the girls lurking around the Staff Table. If it had been her she'd do exactly what she had been doing so far...not. Get. Close. To. The. Staff. Table. What purpose would she gain?

"The friend of Trog? But Trog isn't real," that much Allison knew. Her brother had scared her on countless occasions, until one day her mother dressed as Trog and ran after her brother all across town--and yes Allison's brother was scared and stopped teasing her.

"I assure you he is. We met him on the train," Kellen nodded convincingly. He remembered the look on his cousin's face as the Trog had attacked with the trunk, leaving a bruise that would probably grow to the size of a small melon on Chaucer's leg.

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Woooo. Scars, bruises, Ian was alright with them all. Twisting his head a little so he could look at the nameless guy from down there, Ian held his breath and released a puff of air that expelled from his lips, in order to flutter his messy fringe and get it out of the way. Momentarily scowling at this and then allowing his expression to become its usual quizzical one, Ian finally mumbled, "Who's the Friend of the Trog? Are they dangerous? Why ARE they allowed there, really? In my old school kids weren't supposed to bother teachers during break-time. Not unless it was something important." Besides, no one ever did it anyway - being called the Teacher's Pet was no fun.

Kellen turned to point her out when he realized the girl had left the staff table and was now... seated at their table. The Friend of the Trog was in Ravenclaw.

He leaned over to Icoguy, hoping the boy would stop hitting his head off the table before she noticed, and subtly muttered, "That's her down there. Smiling at everyone. The Friend of the Trog."

Grinning over at Ellie as she started shouting over at him. Nodding he agrees, the holidays went quickly, and it was hard to believe he was already a SECOND YEAR!

Remembering just a year ago, he was hiding under the Hufflepuff table refusing to go put that hat on his head, he laughs to himself. "I know what you mean."

"Not too bad, how about yours?" he shouts back to her. "Use your slingshot again?" he asks slyly.

Allison then noticed the girl she had seen at the Florean Fortescue's Ice Cream Parlor. Annnd she even had a prefect badge! Excited that she had seen the girl again, and she was a Ravenclaw prefect Allison go excited.

Allison stood up slightly from her chair and waved at the girl, "Hallo!"

Even while Allison was waving at the girl, she overheard Kellen and grinned wider, and even began to wave frantically.

"Yeah your right, we should cheer for the other houses. I have a friend in Gryffindor. Her name is Ella. I would like to cheer her quidditch team too. And I would love to paint my face! That would be so fun!" it would. She liked cheering.

He was a little confused, but that was okay.

He finally noticed Lori and smiled at her while offering a wave. He hadn't seen her since the time she had kissed him. That had been rather nice. But anyway...

"So excited to start school here?" She better be.

The Gods WEREN'T on his side because his eleven year-old Nightmare was still very much there, talking and mocking and doing all kinds of bullying directed to HIM.

Finally stopping because he was in all honesty getting a little bit dizzy, Ian looked up and glared at the girl as his hand massaged his forehead. "WHY are you still talking? Don't you have friends to go and talk to or PLAY with? Huh? HUH?" What. A. Little. Torture.

Ian didn't THINK he deserved this kind of punishment.

Shaking his head, the boy rubbed his stomach as it growled. "Foooood. WHY is the boss man taking SO long? He looks real young, too, and he kinda looks like ... " Ian squinted his eyes as he stared at the headmaster, trying to come up with a reason as in to WHY the man looked so familiar. Taken out of his reverie by the guy's voice, Ian blinked his eyes and scratched the back of his neck.

He ventured a glance at the blonde the dude was pointing at. "I ... are you sure she's Trog's best friend?" He frowned a little bit, and looked at the girl again. Oh, yeah he was being REAL discreet. "She looks pretty harmless, if you ask me." She also had a shiny thing attached to her chest, which instantly reminded the gangly boy about her mother's birthday and how he had lost the money that was meant to use to get her a present.

... Ooooohhhhhhh.

Nina walks in, very nervous, on her first day. She hopes her shyness won't keep her from making friends.

Hmmm? Cela's attention was caught by a smiling waving firstie. Ohhh wait she'd seen her before! Oh neat, she was a Ravenclaw!

Celandine immediately got up and slid down to that end of the table.

"Hi! I'm Cela." She smiled at the two nearby boys too. They were new. They so were.

Was that a bit of smile when Torin was introduced to Lori. Yes, it was. Umm...probably, that should be asked about later.

Annie nodded, "Of course I am, I mean...you know that ever since I was introduced to this place by Emiliano..." Back to him again, she sort of groaned at the little comment about that cousin of hers, "I couldn't wait til the first day of school here...although I left Cordoba" A small frown followed its comment.