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Originally Posted by Ameh

Raiden stared.

Flat out stared.

"Neptune, I'm not kidding. You seem to really like to hug people, it's not a bad thing." Hug, snuggle, physically accost... That was ALL touching. "You hug me, and you hugged Garret, and you touched that guy's shoulder. You put your foot on Daphne, too. And I think you tried to do the same with Josiah, in Diagon Alley."

It wouldn't mar her reputation! He hugged people too. He just didn't... physically accost them or attach himself to them like he had accidentally-on-purpose glued himself to their side.

"Of course not. I wouldn't say anything that made you look like a bad person, Neptune. I haven't yet, have I?" And no. The nose kissing thing did not count, because he was RIGHT on that. RIGHT. She had TOLD HIM to kiss it. She hadn't told him that IT was the butterfly and not her NOSE.

...

Neptune's face broke out into a wide, troublesome-to-others grin. "You've been paying attention to meeeee, haven't you? You have," Neptune giggled at him and wiggled her little fingers at him. She wiggled them right up to his nose and poked it. GIGGGGGLES.

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Originally Posted by AlexandraRamos

Benjamin, who was still happily examining the expensive looking plate, paused for a moment. Hm, it felt like someone had...touched him. On the shoulder. But, no, it was so faint, it might've been all in his head. He wasn't exactly paying much attention to the outer world at the moment. He was submerged in his own thoughts, but it never hurt to make sure...
Turning around, much too late it seemed. He managed to catch a bit of the conversation the boy and girl beside him were having.

.............CUTE?
Benjamin.
Cute.
Him.
Cute.
Huh...
Interesting thought. Benjamin had never gotten that from a girl before. Back at home, whenever a girl liked a guy, it's be a huge secret. If any girl had ever seen him as CUTE, he wouldn't have known.
But she had touched him. She had admitted it to the boy she was speaking to. How odd. This girl was much more different than the girls he was used to.

Wait. Was he, Benjamin....blushing? No. He couldn't be. But, oh yes, his face felt hot. But, maybe he just had a fever. Yeah, a fever that had to be it. Not blushing. Please. Benjamin Farley does NOT blush.

Slowly turning away and tuning out of thier conversation, Benjamin decided to pretend as if she hadn't done anything.
Unfortunatly, if she was looking - which he wasn't sure he was as he was paying too much attention to the fact that he had a *ahem* FEVER - then she would have definately noticed that he noticed that she touched him.

She would have also noticed that he was majorly blushing.

Or, er, feverish.

Neptune frowned at the young man she'd deemed worthy of her attentions. To Raiden, she said, "I think there is something with that young man? Is he having an allergic reaction?" Ahem. Neptune leaned his way and tapped him again. "Are you quite alright?"

"I always knew I'd be a Slytherin. There's no way I would go in any other house. I just didn't expect there'd be so many people. Or maybe I thought there would be more and I would sort of blend in. I just don't really fit in." He said thinking of how everyone else was so loud and obnoxious. Especially Severia.

Hmph. Helpful. “Me too.” He replied eyeing the food like he hadn't eaten for days. Well.. he lost his pasty on the train thanks to that... girl-boy... thing. Urh. “So what's this place like? I'm new.” He pointed out pretty obviously given the attention-seeking celebration of his sorting. “These Slytherin folks are a decent bunch?” Yeah.. course they were. Otherwise Oliver wouldn't have been sorted here. hehe. But, light conversation was called for? Social etiquette failed him.

Another wee kid was smiling at him? What? Did he have something on his face? He smiled back though his smile was sort of amused... not so much friendly. He wiped at his face with his hands. He didn't just do the Moonwalk in front of the whole school with chocolate frog on his face. Right?

Meh.

Oh no. That wasn't the response he was aiming for. The wink was supposed to be a deterrent. He smiled at her despite this. “Hello wee girrl.” He said in a sing songy Scots accent.

And now his vision was beginning to flicker on the corners of his eye! What sort of monstruous fate - oh, it was a girl. Waving at him? Well, he certainly wasn't used to that sort of greeting. Actually, he was often the one to greet, wasn't he? Chaucer sat and waffled for a moment over whether to ignore her, and thereby increase his pomp with the others, or go sit and silence his mind of its incessant brooding.

The latter seemed appropriate enough and he was intrigued that a girl would engage him first. He moved down to the girl and held out a gloved hand in greeting: "Chaucer Ipswich, fourth year transfer." He stopped to collect himself. "The gloves aren't offensive are they? It's not that I don't want to touch you or such... not that I want to touch you as that would be deviant. Ah me, I'm a little muddled at present. I simply adore gloves. Your name?"

AHH! He couldn't have tripped over the words anymore than possible! Surely the worst sort of impression!

He looked over and saw Kate had arrived. Kate! He had completely forgotten about his muse! But he couldn't simply leave the current company until proper dismissals were performed.

Instead, Chaucer waved her over to join him.

*Rawwrrr!*
"He didn't even care to call me my name while throwing candies! I made sure he remembered it because at the rate we were enemies... He might need to learn it..." Rosalie laughed while she was trying to find the boy and his girl-friend or whatever she was to him.
"Heh.. I wish, I could've said more. Threatening to place a hex on me won't stop me.." Rosalie realized she sounded mean.
She was in fact different from her family.

What should I do first.. Run away or get yelled at then run away..? Rosalie thought. She was a disgrace to the Wayland name, she wasn't fit to hold it. Her parents wouldn't understand.

It probably looked like she was having a hissy-fit with herself.

Vicky smiled "well i wouldn´t know, i´m new too" "i´d rather be here than in any other house though" she said taking a look to the other houses
"so where are you from?"

Tobias looked up from staring at the golden plate to see a very…emotional looking Slytherin. There was no other way to describe him. The boy, Tobias noted, was staring at his tie as if he wanted to attack it. “Ummm…there’s nothing on your - ” he started to say, stopping as the boy made a fold and pinned it. Tobias mashed his eyebrows together, not sure what the older boy had achieved.

Leaning across the table so he could more easily be heard, Tobias asked, “Er…can I ask why you did that?” Silently, Tobias berated himself for letting his voice show his intimidation.

Marie walked back over to her seat after she had her little chat with Kay. "Hey Vicky, hope I wasn't gone too long. I just really needed to talk to Kay for a minute."
Looking up Marie noticed there was an older boy sitting there with them now. "Hi, I'm Marie, how are you?"
'What's this, Rex is actually coming over to the Slytherin table to talk to me, is he mad or what?' Marie thought as Rex started to whisper in her ear. Marie couldn't believe it, he was actually apologizing to her. She was in shock, she didn't really know what to say to him. "Umm, gee, thanks Rex" she whispered back so no one else at the table could hear her. "You know you really did hurt my feelings when you started talking like that, not all Slytherins are bad." Looking back at the Gryffindor table Marie sees Alexandra still sitting there, only now Rex wasn't with her. "You remember when I told you there was just one Gryffindor that I didn't like, that was mean to me and Kay last term? Well that girl you were just talking to, Alexandra, she is the one. She hates Kay even more than she does me, then again maybe she hates us both the same, I don't know. I just know she will try to turn you on us quicker than you can say Holy Merlin." Looking around to make sure no one was listening to her Marie continued telling Rex about Alexa. "Whatever you do around that girl just be careful. She makes Slytherins look like angels."
Looking over at Kay she thinks maybe Rex should go talk to her. "Maybe you should go talk to Kay, I was just at her table and she was a little nervous about you talking to Alexandra. You know Kay really does like you a lot, I would hate to see you two have problems over a girl you just met."

Chaucer heard a voice from across the table, though he was positively surprised he could hear anything. Looking around as though attempting to spot some distant landmark, the fem-faced lad finally spotted the speaker.

"Why? Was that what you said, I say was that what you said?" Was that what he had said? It would be a terrible embarassment on his part to answer incorrectly. What if he asked for a spoon?
Life is about risks, Chaucer.
"I did that, my petit popinjay, because how else am I supposed to contend with myself? I would look in the mirror and see a uniform not Chaucer- and to be honest, I do like to see the old boy every so often. Besides, it could be a new trend I think." He looked down at the tie in admiration.

"Hello, Chaucer. My name is Severia. It's a pleasure to meet you. And I love your gloves. I didn't mean to interupt you if I did. I just hate to see people alone. But seeing as you have company now, don't feel obligated to stay. Although you and your friend are welcome to stay if you like. Oh, look, now I'm babbling. Sorry." Severia said as she began to blush. What was with this blushing? Severia Gaunt doesn't blush! Hogwarts was doing something to her and she wasn't sure if she liked it.


"Whoa! Calm down, Rosalie!" Severia laughed. "An enemy on the first day, that's pretty good. I need an enemy. I wonder if I have one I don't know about?"

Georgie didn't bother proceeding to her designated table. So, she was in Ravenclaw, but from what she knew, Hugo WASN'T Ravenclaw. Ugh. Where WAS he? D:

She stalked off to the Slytherin table, seeing as it was the closest table to her own. Flicking her pink-lined cloak behind her, she took an empty seat and looked around. There was just not Hugo to be fooound! Sob sob.

Biting back a whine, Georgie tapped the shoulder of the nearest Slytherin student. "Excuse me. Do you happen to know a Hugo Woods, and have you seen him around anywhere?" She tried not to sound desperate, but she was on the brink of tears. Wait. No she wasn't. She shouldn't beee.

Oh, and she was going to make it a point to ask only boys, as in her mind, asking girls would mean that they'd fraternized with him. Georgie wouldn't stand for THAT. Rawr.

ooc: For anyone who wants to RP.

Tobias tugged on a curl again. That was becoming a nervous habit; he really needed to stop. Nervous habits were not allowed in the Rivers family because Rivers were not nervous.

Hearing the boy speak for the first time, Tobias couldn't help but turn his head slightly to one side in an attempt to allow his words to sink into his brain. After deciphering his sentences, Tobias nodded in agreement. "I suppose I see your point," he said, picking up a spoon and tapping it lightly against the table, "individuality is good." As for it being a new trend, Tobias was unsure. He for one, did not have a pin with which to alter his tie.

"What year are you in?" he asked, "I don't think I've seen you around." And you are certainly older than me, he added silently.

"What? Who? I think you're at the wrong table. I've never heard of that guy." Avada said, looking at the Ravenclaw as if she had asked to borrow his lung.

"Severia! You like them? I wear them often! Well, I do clean them obviously, but I recently spilled some rose tonic on them and hadn't seen much sense in doing so as of late." Chaucer babbled as well, though it was not in his nature to notice it often. "Well, I should seek Kate. But then, she is quite amicable with most and I'm certain you'll meet. Ah yes, very certain."

But there was the Ravenclaw boy too - he rather liked him. He was a remarkable reminder of himself in his past, before he had discovered the delight of a custom wardrobe. Deary, how long has that been...

Chaucer grinned; the boy seemed a touch nervous, likely because he himself cut such a fine and intimidating figure. His hair was nothing to shake a stick at either.
"Fourth year, and the better for it. Last year was a complete waste; the only new friend I made turned out to have some peculiar issues and burned down a school. I had almost lost all faith in associating with those outside family you know, but then you don't know. And didn't ask for that matter." Talking was becoming easier... perhaps he could do this after all! Images of stalking lonely hallways whisped away like mist.

"I certainly hope I'll be seeing more of you around." Severia said with a smile. This boy definetly intrigued her. He was so different. Maybe she could find a pin for her tie. She hated that all the girls had to wear them. She would have anyway, just to be different.

I am glad you accepted my apology" Rex told Marie. " I will be careful of Alexa and will always make sure you and Kay are safe" Rex assured Marie. " I am going to talk to Kay now and I really love her" Rex said to Marie. 'Sorry I am not good with girls seeing I never had a girlfreind ever" Rex expalins to Marie.

Oh! She was new too! Well that was good. They could be new together. New OLD students together... cos she looked about his age, maybe a wee younger. “My ol' man was a Slytherin. It runs in the family.” He shrugged. “May as well keep up an age old family tradition.”

He followed her eyes to the other tables, or more specifically, the Hufflepuff table as if looking for someone in particular. He looked back at Vicky when he didn't spot her. “I'm from Scotland but we moved to Cornwall a few years ago. What about you? How come you're starting in fourth year?"


Hearing another someone addressing him he looked over the table to see another young girl. Where were all the blokes? And older kids? “Hello Marie. I'm Oliver.” He smiled at her. “Good, good. I'll be even better when we get to eat.” Man, he was famished.

And then his eyes landed on someone else. Her. Or, he. It? Whatever. That scary thing that had lost him his lunch. He gulped and looked away quickly hoping she wouldn't spot him. She was wrong. He didn't like her.

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Originally Posted by Mad Eye Touz

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Neptune's face broke out into a wide, troublesome-to-others grin. "You've been paying attention to meeeee, haven't you? You have," Neptune giggled at him and wiggled her little fingers at him. She wiggled them right up to his nose and poked it. GIGGGGGLES.

Neptune frowned at the young man she'd deemed worthy of her attentions. To Raiden, she said, "I think there is something with that young man? Is he having an allergic reaction?" Ahem. Neptune leaned his way and tapped him again. "Are you quite alright?"

"Why wouldn't I be?" Raiden answered blankly, leaning back ever-so-slightly when she poked him in the nose. "You've been with me the entire train ride. Of course I've seen what you do, silly."

...she meant it differently, didn't she. No, not like that, Neptune Bott. Sigh.

And now she was... after that boy again. Poor boy. His face looked redder than was physically possible for most people. Even Raiden was aware of his embarrassment over Neptune touching him, which... was saying something.

"Maybe he's just... excited, Neptune," he mumbled. Or really embarrassed that Neptune's being grabby and stuff. Which was the correct answer, most likely.

Gradually like waves eroding rock, the nervousness was wearing away. Tobias could feel it ease off until his heart was free of any constrictive feelings.

"Ah. I'm only a second year." Two years wasn't too much of a difference - so why did this boy act so...old? "It was a complete waste? What about your classes?" Tobias could not imagine a school where classes meant nothing. "Sorry about your oddball friend...wait...what school did he burn down?" Tobias tried to remember if he had heard anything about incinerated schools over the summer.

Georgie raised her eyebrow at the boy who answered her question. Evidently, he was younger than her, and from all the experiences at the train, she came to the conclusion that the younger the Hogwarts students got, the more rude they acted. Just like that boy a little ways from her. THE BOY FROM THE TRAIN! The one who kept calling her a boy. Aaaand he seemed to be avoiding her. Heh. Good. :3

"I think I'm at the right table," she replied pointedly, placing a hand on her hip. "I know perfectly well where MY house table is. I was just looking for someone..." She trailed off. What if the boy was right? HOW could they not know Hugo Woods? Hugo Woods was... was... HUGO WOODS!

Biting her lip, she held back another whine. Where WAS he? What was the point of Hogwarts if Hugo Woods wasn't around? Meh.

"Sir Martigan's Academy for Distinguished Young Gentlemen. Quite a mouthful I know, but an anagram is impossible. SMAD-YuG, how ghastly. And yet, say Sir Martigan's and people think you mean the tavern down the road!" Chaucer tossed a dishevelled piece of auburn hair to the side as he continued. "My yes, was it ever worthless! It was a tragic repeat of second year, or at least Herbology was and I do love that study. It's one of the only things muggles got right, but were unable to succeed in entirely due to their tragic hubris. Not like Divination!" Chaucer gave a snort. "Even a proper muggle can do that, so there's nothing special in a wizard doing it, is there?" Lordy lords, trailing off again. What was I talking about? It didn't take him long to continue his tirade and even went so far as to cite how he defined 'worthlessness' as 'things learned which did not both directly benefit and interest him'.

Years of speaking to tolerant relatives had left Chaucer with bit of a motormouth issue that no one really sought to comment on, but rather ignore. Also, Chaucer always found what he said to be profoundly interesting, otherwise he wouldn't bother saying anything (in his abstract logic).

Walking slowly towards the Slytherin table Alex took a deep breath before trying to find a seat. There were so many people. So many people that he didn't know and so few that he did. Closing his eyes to calm himself when he opened them again his face showed nothing but confidence.

Walking closer to the table he sat down at an available seat without really looking around at those he was sitting near. As far as Alex was concerned the sooner this was over the better off he would be.

"Just take care of Kay will you, she needs to know that you aren't going to turn on her. Like I said before, she can be a bit emotional, but she is a good person. We can talk later, now go talk to Kay and enjoy the feast."
"Nice to meet you Oliver, the feast should be starting soon. You will love being in Slytherin, it is a great house." Marie looked around at everyone that was sitting at their table, 'Yep, this is a great house to be in, lots of great students, even if they are a little mischievous' she thought as she glanced over at Evelyn, who was sitting alone, well without Destiny anyway. 'Hmmm, girl must have gotten lost. Oh well, she will find her way here soon enough.'
Marie looked up and down the table trying to find Evan but didn't see him anywhere. "Where is that boy, I hope he's not lost with Destiny. Nah, that would never happen' she thought as she giggled to herself.

"Ugh....You disappoint me,Severia.Were you actually just blushing?",Avada said,once again,in a dark tone.

Severia listened as Chaucer ranted nearby. "A distinguished young gentleman?" She said to herself, though quite loud.

"Get a life Avada! Don't you have anything better to do than to pick on me!" Severia rolled her eyes and continued to ignore him. He can be such a jerk sometimes. She thought.