Ahh, finally- a bed. Audio was fresh off the train, not even bothering with the big feast. Sure, it was his last year and maybewould regret missing his last beginning-of-the-year thing... but whatever. Sleep was more important at this very moment.

Without even looking if it was his bed, Audio plopped down at the closest comfy surface. Mmm... soft and feather filled as usual. It would be Heaven if it wasn't for the fact that he had to share this place with a bunch of guys. Oh well, right now- he was alone. He shut his eyes, snuggling his head into the pillow as he used his toes to kick off his shoes and just letting them land on the ground.

And now, sleep time.

Bed.bed.bed.bed.
Blake was dieing - not due to manicure but because of tiredness and other crap like back pain and headache. Dragging himself into the cold boys dorm, he plopped down on his usual bed and yawned. "I hate hufflepuffs." That girl sucked all his energy similar to a leech who'd squeeze all your blood out. Stay Away.

Rubbing his eyes, he fell back on the bed and sighed. He wants his mommy! A fifth year moaning for his mommy, how disturbing? Closing his eyes, he curled up on the bed and just laid there, breathing.

Art eyed Blake questioningly."I don't know Blake, the Hufflepuffs have some very cute girls this year." he smiled thinking of Silver and Rhea.

"Are you ok?" he said with a chuckle and laid upon his own bed.

Rolling to his left, Blake nearly fell out of his bed when Art's voice entered his ears. Where did he come from? Burying his head in the pillow as he laid on his stomach, he muffled, "I don't think so. All I can say is, they're a beast. Nasty, CleanFreak beasts." He let out a muffled growl and squeezed his eyes shut. But Art had a point there, "...They've really bad attitude but yeah..they're cute." Lori would look much more cuter if she wasn't so evil and Miranda, ahh the cutest Huffie ever.

"Me? Okay? No dude. Not at all. My head's aching and I have this weird pain in my back." He wanted to sob a little. That's the only way for him to escape stress. "You okay?" He asked and flipped over, now laying on his back.

Art chuckled as Blake nearly rolled out of his bed, "Whoa now , careful Blakey."

Art laughed. "I haven't met any clean freak beasts yet..."Art mused. "Oh, I did get yelled at by a very hot fourth year in the middle of the Great Hall though." he added with a smile. Ah, Silver. "Very cute. I like the 'cotton candy' line up for this year alot." he grinned. Can't forget legs either, ah Huffie girls.

"Me? I'm peaches and cream, Blakeness." he smiled and stretched on his bed laying upon his side ,facing Blake. "Yeah, you don't look so hot. You eat something bad bud? Do you want a potion or something? " he asked a little concerned.

"Good, you're lucky cause dude, they eat your brains out. Similar to zombies but zombies are wayyy more tamer than CleanFreaks." He had a personal liking for zombies. Not to mention, he once dressed as one for Halloween while Lucas dressed up as....*gulp* Drag Queen and mum thought Blake was being silly. NUUU! She always ignore Lucas. That strange strange boy.

Hot? His brow raised a little at the word hot. Umm he kinda never call girls hot because it's more of derogatory term, isn't it? Now, cute is nice, Yep. "Cotton Candy? Haha! Art, you're crazy." He shook his head and smiled, "Soo...who's your favorite lady at the moment?"

He chuckled at the peaches and cream comment. It made his stomach growl. Hehe. "I feel a bit stressed out. I always do on the first day." Nothing's wrong with that, riight? Riiight? It better be riiiight! "I don't wanna visit the nurse. They're scary. I have nightmares related to nurses after I watched 'The Dark Knight' last year." It'd be a miracle if Art knew what The Dark Knight was. Snicker.

Art burst out laughing when Blake said that zombies were tamer than cleanfreaks."Okay, I will keep that in mind if I ever meet one." he said still chuckling. "Crazy is as crazy does" Art grinned. "Favorite Huffie lady? Or favorite lady in general?" he asked smiling. There were so many women that he liked after all.

Art nearly rolled off f the bed laughing. "See, now if I had 'The Joker' as my nurse I would probably laugh. That part was hilarious!" he said grinning. Art was very knowledgable of muggle culture and media. It was a favorite pastime of his. "Well , I wasn't suggesting going to the nurse anyway. I have a potion that can help with that if you want it." he offered with a little yawn.

Oliver yawned widely and audibly, clamping his hand over his mouth as he walked into the dorms for the first time. Woah – that feast had really taken the pizazz out of him. But.. at least it had been fun. Especially that food fight at the Huffie table. hehehe.

He looked around at all the beds and raised an eyebrow. Were you just supposed to choose one? Shrugging he opted for one near a couple of lads who looked around his age and he sat on the edge, rubbing his face with both hands. Why was he so tired? Hmm.. perhaps starting at this odd school with it's odd students had been a little more stressful than he had allowed himself to realise until now.

He swung his legs onto the bed and lay down, hands behind his head he stared up at the ceiling. So.. they were under the lake here? Weird. But also pretty cool.

He was listening vaguely to the conversation going on between the two boys and found his mouth curling upwards into an amused grin at the mention of Hufflepuffs. “Man.. those rodents are a crazy bunch.” He murmured tiredly adding his two sickles to the conversation.

"In general." He muttered, staring at the ceiling above.

Art knew The Joker? He just HAD to sit up, "Are you insane? Joker as your nurse? And you find that hilarious? I'd rather die in my sleep. His face makes me gag." Ewww and of course, the Joker's slithering tongue. He wouldn't want to be anywhere near it.

Laying back again, Blake winced slightly and sighed. "You brew potions? Do you mind selling me a few billion braincells?" He needed them badly as this was apparently his O.W.L's year. How will he ever tackle it?

He, obviously was too absentminded to notice that a new boy had joined them. Sitting up, Blake chuckled when he commented about the Hufflepuffs, "Direct hit, my friend. Agreed. I say, banish them from planet earth. After all, they're much more suited for Mars." Snickering, he fell back on the bed with a light thud and tutted slightly.

Turning his head to look at the older looking lad of the two, Oliver laughed dirtily then crinkled his nose. “Mars? That's far too close for earth's safety, mate. They should blast the rodents all the way to Pluto.” He snickered and looked back up at the ceiling. Ah, but they weren't bad at all – just Crraaazeh. That Miranda chick was completely off her rocker. Looking at the traits and history each house you'd think Slytherin would attract the more mental members of society.. or Ravenclaw – really intelligent people are weird – but no, it was the house with a ickle badger for it's mascot. Heh.

He sighed lightly, contentedly. This bed was comfortable. “So.. what? Is it straight into classes tomorrow morning?” Oliver was actually quite keen to get started – see how this lax school was compared to the military regime of Durmstrang.

"In general......"Art paused to think."Umm, several."he laughed. Blake really expected him to pick just one? In the whole school!? No way, impossible. "From Puff house, Silver...and Rhea is nice too. From Gryffies...I'm not partial yet. Ravvies, well Guin is a Ravvie so I try my damnedest to avoid Ravenclaw chicks. From our house, Mmm, that is really hard, I love Slythy girls. Umm, Natasha. I adore that girl and she is so cute. I adore my sweet Shana she is my buddy. And I like Elisabetta alot, she is an awesome lady." Art smiled. Those were just favorite of favorites right now.

"He is so funny though. I love the Joker, he is an ugly bloke, but hilarious. He is totally off his rocker and make everything fun." Art laughed.

"I don't sell myself." he sniggered."If you want I can help you study though. Potions and CoMC are my top classes. Do you want the potion?" he said stiffling a yawn.

"Mmm, I still say I like 'cotton candy'. Do what you want with the guys though." he shrugged. Art wasn't house partial, just girl partial.

"Mmm yeah. Breakfast and class." Art said and stretched. He could feel that he was growing again and wanted to keep his muscles relaxed.

Huh? Oh... Audio must of drifted off instantly. He sat up a bit, surprised to see a bunch of guys up here. It was so quiet before. Whatever. He should get up anyways. He looked around and realized that his trunk was now sitting at the foot of his bed, the elves must of brought it up when he was sleeping. Nice. He got up and went to his trunk, pulling out a notebook with some spare parchment for letter writing.

He didn't say anything, didn't want to disturb the four and fifth years.

Chaucer entered the dormitory excited; he had a little projec to keep him occupied and he could finally use that hair-stylist book he brought with him. Well, it wasn't so much a 'stylist' book as it was a collection of classical paintings with hair fashions that he himself found very fetching. He made a little jump over a slightly raised flagstone (there seemed to be many around this place, else he happened across the only two) and dug around under his bed. He finally pulled out a rather shabby-looking bundle tied together with string and two flimsy leather sheets, the latter of which had been liberally decorated with miscellanea over the years.

As Audio went back to his bed, the exited fourth year took his spot on the bed next to his. So this would be his new neighbor for the year? Interesting, especially since they seemed to be complete opposites. Audio sat back on his bed, putting the parchment aside he spoke up- something he failed to do his others years at this school. "Hey" he started, feeling a bit awkward. "Thought I'd introduce myself since we're next to each other and all that. I'm Audio."

Dillon's spirits were feeling low. He was missing his twin like a pang in his chest. They had never been apart from each other this long. It had been to weeks.

He sat down on his bed and leaned back against the pillows. He wondered what JoJo was doing, and the wondered if JoJo was wondering what he was doing. He looked down when he foot hit something and saw a brown package. He wasn't going to bother with it till he noticed his mother's neat script on tbe package. He pounced on it like the poor box owed him money.

He tore into the box and smiled back the tears that propped up in his eyes. He pulled out a thick envelop with his name printed on it. It was thick and several pieces of folded paper came out. He opened up the first one, it was from his little brother Devon.

He had to smile at his little brother's letter. The boy's mind went a mile a minute and so did his mouth. Just like his older brother Lucas. He folded the letter back up and placed it to the side. The next one was short and it was from his mother.

His whole face was burning and he was happy no one was paying attention to him. Even in her absence she could still make him feel like a little boy and embarrass him. He would die if anyone found out his pet name from his mother. He still smiled though and ruffled through the box. There were some boxes of ice mice and sugar quills. His coloring book with his crayolas. He loved to just sit and color. A few boxes of Tweet's peanut butter M&M cookie, his total favorites. And a squashed meatloaf sandwich with a smiley face and Ben scrawled handwriting on the label. Him and Ben were the only ones that liked meatloaf sandwiches.

He looked at the last letter and it was from his twin, JoJo.

Dillon reread Jo's letter. Its totally how he felt about JoJo. He was missing him so much, but he wasn't going to stop his twin from doing what he always dreamed about. He would write JoJo in the morning he wanted to take a nap with a sugar quill in his mouth. He put all his letters back in the envelop carefully and tucked them under his pillow. He tore into his box of sugar quills and stuck one in his mouth as he laid back down and closed his eyes.

Evan climbed the stairs, two steps at a time. He was so excited to be playing football and shooting again! He found his bed quickly and threw open the chest. The ball was at a really easy to find, for he liked to take it out and toss it while no one was around. Okay, a waiting Marie down there. He quickly changed his shoes to Drogba crampons. No football could be played on grass with simple trainers.

Grabbing the football with an undefinable joy, he ran back downstairs to common room.

Chaucer took a glance around, worried for an instant that some sentinal being had at last decided to make its move and take pluck him from the ether.

Ah wait, the boy next to him... Well, we shall just hope for the next time then he thought dryly to himself. In the meanwhile, he would have to be entertained by this new boy beside him. As years of self-enforced habit dictated, Chaucer couldn't help but give him a once over with his dull grey eyes before nodding silently to himself. "I am Chaucer Ipswich. A delight. Audio? Is that Italian? Italian culture is quite sophisticated I find." He spoke fast, but each word was almost too clearly enunciated. He reached out a gloved hand, part of the stitching which - he had forgotten - was beginning to show signs of wear and tear. Withdrawing, embarassed at the state of his unseemly right, he ventured forth his left hand instead.

"Ah, then which year might you be?" He queried, attempting to recollect himself.

Raiden had made it down the last three floors and through the common room without interruption; most people that he'd seen on his way down were probably smart enough to realise that he was not himself right now. The clenching and unclenching of his fists had started again, a sure sign that he should not be accosted by anyone for any reason.

The anger that had quelled slightly when he'd seen Barry and Madiison had come back full-force. Raiden made for his bed, pulling the curtain shut as he crawled into it with shoes still on. A quick silencing charm ensured that, should he feel the need to shout or anything of the like, nobody else would hear.

He brought up his right hand for the friendly shake, but as Chaucer withdrew his right hand and replaced it with his left, Audio let out a soft chuckle and turned his hand upside down to awkwardly shake it. "Yes, Italian." he nodded, taking his hand back and replacing itself at his side.

"I'm in my seventh year." he replied with a nod, his lips twitching to a tiny smile. "Yourself?"

A small sigh emitted from his thin lips as Chaucer became convinced that Audio had not noticed the state of his handwear. "Fourth year, fourth year. You are seventh already? Marvy - I bunk beside a man then! I don't think that I come off as a mere fourth though, at least I'm fairly sure - though I use my own qualifications for that. I'm not one of the wide-eyed, spritely little things that run around here. I try to be a realist, for I know the value in it." This latter bit he said with a bit more of a drawl than he would have normally used. With the intention to impress the older boy, he effectively decided to omit the fact that he was prone to great flights of fancy at any given time.

He let out a light chuckle as he moved up more on his bed, letting his back rest against the wall and his feet come up over his covers. He looked over at Chaucer, smiling lightly. "Yeah, I can see that. I actually expected you to say sixth year at least. Even with your looks you look more mature." he said, not sure if that sounded odd or not.

He looked away for a moment before speaking again, "I'm grateful though. I don't know if I could stand living next to some of the other fourth years in this house."

The prospect of some gossip so intrigued Chaucer, that he couldn't help but jump up on his bed in a manner not unlike that of a young school girl. "You think so too? Everyone is simply brimming with 'hormones'... ugh, let's see if we can find a better term... 'amorous tendencies'; much better. In any case, it baffles reason. I for one do not feel a need to have some silly girl slobber over my delicate person on a daily basis!" Upon saying this, Chaucer carefully unpinned his brooch and placed it in a nearby cherry wood case. Cuff-links and other small, shiny miscellanea peeked out from the lid before they were once again concealed beneath the immaculately carved surface.

Evan entered the boys' dormitories, found his bed and slumped into his bed, all in very slow motions as if he had just been really shocked. Well, he was shocked. Marie had hugged him for the first time. For the first time there had been a physical touch, other than him holding her hand to help her up for just once. And for the first time after Fallon, his heart had beaten too fast, not to mention his fierce blushing. This didn't mean that he was feeling something for her, did it? It couldn't. He didn't want their friendship to end. Not that it had to end really, but what if things got more awkward? That'd be a disaster.

He turned to the other side, even his shoes still on.

No, he definately didn't feel anything for her. It was just a matter of being hugged in public by a girl. He was simply embarrassed, that was all. There was nothing to exaggerate here. He nodded to himself. He was only embarrassed and that caused his heart to beat faster, as well as blush. He was her friend, and she was his. No more feelings. That was it.

He took off his shoes but felt too tired to change his clothes. Tucking in, he drift off to sleep with his mind living that moment of hug again.

He finally managed to find his way back to the Slytherin common room without getting lost. He smiled at the thought, he was getting better at functioning without his twin. JoJo was the navigator in the pair. Diggy just kept his eye on the prize he never bothered with how to get from point A to point B. That was JoJo's job and now without his twin he is finding that he could be without his brother.

He walked up to his room heading toward his bed. After sleeping on the hospital beds it was a welcomed sight to see his sheets and pjs. He pulled the curtains back and plopped down on his bed while sticking a sugar quill in his mouth.