''I love them.. there amazing!! great fun!'' He use to use them with his mates and siblings. ''My sister would always get the bad ones'' Speaking of Alex.. she was probably wondering where he was..

Rex found the food caar. He got a sandwich, drink, chips and twinkies. All muggle food. Will anyone talk to him while he eats? Rex thinks to himself.

Elisabeta smiled and said "Sounds good, so is Hogwarts nice and will i fit in well" Elisabeta was still worrying about whether other people would like her or not

''You sure will, your a nice girl.. you will defo fit in'' he said looking at his watch.. he had to goo Alex was probs getting worried.. ''Sorry.. i have to go.. my sister will probs wanna know where i got too.. i was meant to buy her food!'' he chuckled. ''It was nice meeting you!'' Warren said before turning around and walking out.

Elisabeta smiled and said "Nice meeting you too Waz" Elisabeta sighed as she looked at more food but wanted to meet more people

Oliver was not happy about this. She was circling him like he was prey. His head turned to watch her as she continued her little display. His face showing utter bewilderment and distaste. “Yeah.. well. That confidence can come across as cocky, you know? And it's sort of weird to go around telling people you think you're cute. Perhaps you should turn it down a notch or two? Just a friendly suggestion.” He smirked at her once again.

He flinched when she giggled like the sound was painful to his ears. A girly girl – how annoying. He was starting to regret calling her a boy – she was the embodiment of everything female. But that's why his comment had been so funny. Ironic, like. heh. And, urgh, what was that smile about? It was freaking him oooout – baring all those teeth. That was a sign of aggression in primates, or so his animal obsessed brother had told him.

“Urh.. gerroff, woman.” he slapped her finger away from his ribs. “What are you doing? Just back off, will ya?” He whinged. “I know I'm irresistible but you ladies need to learn to control yourselves.” Wink wink, smug smug.

“Why would I have to be a girl? There's no logic in that whatsoever.” He countered. Urrrh.. again with the poking! “Would you stop DOING that!?” His eyes went wide when she slung an arm around his shoulders – a hard feat seeing he stood at least a head and shoulder taller than her. See? - Little. “I called you luv, not love. There's a whole world of difference.” He pointed out to her smugly. “If you just get my pasty, we can forget about this whole thing and I can go back to my seat and enjoy the rest of the journey. In peace.” Now that was logic for you.

Evan slowly walked to the food trolley. He couldn't believe his stomach, but despite the huge amount of food he had eaten for the breakfast, it was still growling. His eyes finally spotted the lady and his movements became more greedy and fast as he half-ran to it.

"Chocolate. One from all of the types." he said as if if he talked more, he would consume more energy. It was actually true, he would consume more energy. He took out some money to pay for it as he heavily felt the heavy examining eyes of the witch, which were focused on his Chelsea T-shirt. Tehee. He smiled in a manner of know-it-all, and went to a corner to eat his delicious lunch. Mmm... Chocolate was always awesome.

Iris walked down the corridor bare foot, not really caring that she'd left her shoes in the compartment. The worst that would happen is that some one would stand on her foot, and considering that that had happened plenty of times before, she didn't really care that much if it did happen.

She made her way to the food trolley, hoping to be able to get something nice ... something easily shareable. She came to a halt as she saw a familiar Blonde person, wearing a gaudy blue T-shirt. It took her a minute to realise he was wearing a footie shirt. Seriously? Please, that's wrong, you only wear those things AT football matches. Idiot. She quickly sorted out her dress, before carrying on down to the trolley.

Iris smiled sweetly at Evan, then looked to the Sweety-lady. "Hullo. When you've finished serving Him, could I please have 6 chocolate frogs, and two Cauldron cakes please?" Iris looked at Evan and watched the lady hand him all of his sweets. It was a lot. "I hope that's not all for you. You won't fit in that shirt for long if it is." she commented simply.

Sylvia folded her arms and giggled slightly. "Well, that's unfortunate." Ok, so people scowled at her sometimes, but she never had the continued expression of unpleasantness. "Well, you don't have an unpleasant expression now." She smiled. They boy seemed fidgety and nervous around her, she wasn't intimidating was she? She was only a fifth year for crioes sake! She could barely be scary unless she had her ice queen eyes on, which, was quite a frequent thing to see, but she didn't want to do it in front of a person she didn't know ... not until he did something wrong anyway.

"Oh good, I like to be unique. Who was it?" Sylvia was nosy anyway, so she thought it was ok to say something. He was doing it again; acting as if he was very uncomfortable or didn't want to talk to her. Why not? Sylvia thought she was quite an interesting person, she THOUGHT so now. But, he seemed to be making pleasantries again, which she liked very much. "Jorma? Nice name." Sylvia smiled. "Sylvia Parker."

Evan was so into his chocolate that he at first didn't see Beaumont coming. He saw a couple of bare feet, but didn't pay attention to the face. Chocolate was more important... if it wasn't Beaumont's voice he had just heard. He looked up. How come this girl always knew where he was, and always had to spoil his pleasure? What was that tone now that emphasized 'him'? And he would be the pretty boy rude Scouse if he talked like that. He snorted. If it wasn't for the happiness hormone chocolate made him synthesize, he would have commented on that.

He was still under the happiness hormone when she talked to him. He froze, listening to her. He eyed his pile of chocolate. Of course all was his. He didn't have anyone to share with. He didn't know where Lavi, Thalia, Adam or the French guy was. Besides, he totally needed some happiness and calmness right now. "Of course not, Beaumont. As an ex-footballer, I do pay attention to my fitness, thank you." A perfect lie. Mwhaha. Once she was gone, all would be his. My precious.

Iris rolled her eyes when he said this. "Ex-Footballer? HA! Yeah, and I invented the 13th use for Dragon Blood. Pfft. Really. You're such a bad liar. Maybe you should work on you're lieing, because after all, As a Snake, you should be able to lie." Iris thought about what she'd just said, and kicked a stray piece of chocolate that had fallen on the floor, just to see Evan's expression. "Then again, it might just be other snakes that can tell when someone's fibbing. Either way, you're clearly NOT an ex-footballer."

Iris smirked at him and looked him up and down. "And as for paying attention to your fitness? - " Iris prodded the 'puppy fat' on his stomache, " - I think not." She smiled sweetly at him, as if she'd completely, never ever poked his stomache and then looked back to the sweety lady.

Something snapped in Evan--his football instincts. Oh, silly Iris. Oh, stupid Beaumont. He looked out of the window as if he was very bored with her comments. Did she really know Evan's past? Obviously not. He even yawned to show she was boring. "And then again, there might be some snakes who obviously do NOT know anything and make up things about people. Maybe these snakes are even deceived about and by the other clever snakes." He smirked just like her, wondering if she would get his meaning. With this idiocy... he wondered what had happened in summer to her. She wasn't this... silly and all-about-looks. Her dress was very fancy, by the way. He thought she wouldn't understand, and continued. "As a matter of fact, I did play football in Liverpool until I was sent to Hogwarts." Now, what would she say to this?

He literally went hysterics with laughter when she tried to kick the paper. Seriously. Man should do something if he is good at it. Then she touched HIS stomach. He jumped a metre back. "Waddaryadoin?" She-had-just-touched-him! And he was very ticklish. He looked at her as if she was nuts, and took another step back with his pile.

Elisabeta sighed and shook her head she couldnt decide what else to buy from the trolley

Iris rasied an eyebrow at Evan, Oh - He DID NOT just imply that I was stupid. Ooooh. That's it. Scousers. Seriously, they're ALL like that. "I never made anything up. I used sarcasm to express how ... unbelievable your claim was. And I mean unbelievable as in: 'Pfft, Yeah right, sure.' Not unbelievable as in: 'wow! I can't believe that, that's amazing.'" She looked at him and norrowed her eyes at him. "I'm not decieved about ANYTHING. Nor anyone."

Iris pondered over the next statement that he'd made and she tilted her head as she studied him, wondering whether it was true. She was going to ask him whether he played on an under 16's team, or if it was just kick-abouts' in a field with his dad, but then she dad a better idea. She took a teeny step closer to him and smirked, "Well then, we'll just have to have a game of footie during Term, just to prove it - " Iris looked at her fingernails, deciding what colour she should change them to later. " - And don't think that that would be a waste of your energy, because believe it or not, I play." Not that well, but I can still play. You don't need to know that right now though.

"What was I doing?" Iris grinned with triumph, memorising his reaction, "I was merely proving that YOU don't keep on top of your fitness. Footballers aren't flabby." She rolled his eyes at his laughter. Really, kicking a chocolate wrapper was not that funny. She raised an eyebrow at him as he moved a step back from her. Seriously, she DID NOT have dragon pox.

Jennifer looked at the foods. "Hmm." She said, wondering what she should get. Well nobody knows me anyway, might as well start the year off with a yummy snack. "Every flavor beans. What do you think?" She said, talking to thin air, hoping to grab some attention. She smiled at everyone as she took her jellybeans back. "Yum. Toffee."

[B]"Hey Evan! Long time no see huh?" [\B]Nicoletta smiled it was good to see Evan again. It reminded her of before summer. Well, the last time she saw him was before summer but well... It was also before her, errr accident.

Eye roll. A major one. Why did Beaumon think Evan would lie to her? He did lie, but it was on a small thing. It was a pink lie. It did no harm. Did she really think that he tried to make himself 'of high value' in her eyes? Because if that was the case, she was some serious narcissist. He'd prefer to die rather than even try to gain her approval. He couldn't help but ask this in a snapping way. "And what made you think I would lie?" Besides, even though she was afraid to admit it to herself, it was a 'wow'able thing. Though he kept his ideas for himself. No need to raise another set of 'pretty boy' accusations. He merely raised one eyebrow, and chose to stay silent.

Did she just took a step towards him?! He took another tiny step back, his elbows now touching to the door. He grinned evilly, which obviously showed he accepted the dare. "Of course. I'd love to beat you." HA-ha. Now he would officially have his chance to prove that he was better. Well, it was so evident that he was better, but now she'd have to accept it too. And once he won, there would be no way for her to get away with his comments. Oh, yes, he'd also love to remind it over and over again.

He rolled his eyes too. "You mustta touched some part of shirt or something. I am not flabby." But now that she claimed she felt something... he'd have to check it in the mirror. Just to be sure.
As he was biting another piece of chocolate in order to avoid staring at Beaumont, he saw Nicoletta call for him. He smiled back. It was so good to see someone civil and who didn't seek to argue. "How was your summer?" he asked, not even bothering to introduce Beaumont to her. He wasn't sure if they knew each other or not, and he didn't want to seem like an idiot either. Because he wasn't one. Ahem.

" Well, do you like the food, mam?" Rex asked the girl. Then he fell into her. " Sorry. mam" Rex told the girl. " My name is Rex Trigwell" he introduced himself. "Sorry, I am very clumsy especailly when it comes to pretty girls" Rex said to the girl. "Jellybeans are all you going to eat?" he asked her.

True, Georgie could have just left, but this was turning out to be so much fun. And even more so upon finding out that the boy was a sore loser and didn't like to be made fun oh. Mwahahhaa.

"You talk too much," she offered, the smile still plastered unfaltering on her face. Oh, she meant it as an insult, but she doubted that the boy would pick up on that, especially since she coupled it with a smile. Oh yes, men had low - very low - IQs; well, maybe except for Hugo. He was briiiiilliantly smart. She held back a squeal at the thought.

Ahem.

She found it incredibly amusing that he was so annoyed by the poking. Soooore. Bahahaha!

Then she stopped altogether. The smile disappeared, and she stopped moving. She was thinkinggg. Then again, it WAS more convenient to just leave. No pasty. Again, Georgie didn't owe him anything! How silly it was to blow things out of proportion.

"Heeey, you're right!" she exclaimed, poking him just one last time. HAH! With that, she turned on her heels and sashayed out of the food trolley. So THERE, rude boy. ^___^

Iris shrugged, "Meh ... I dunno. You're a Slytherin, and Slytherins' lie. It's one of our qualities. That's why I'd think it." Fool. Iris noted that he ignored her comment, which was probably a good move.

She laughed, "And I'd love to see you try to." Yeah. Trying, always resulted in failing. hopefully, all of those football skills from spending 11 years in the company of mainly Muggle boys will pay off. She'd not played for three years, but she was pretty good when she used to.

Iris snorted. "Naah. I don't think I did. Footie shirts don't usually come with 'compliamentary flab', It's you. Face it, you're chubby." haha. Chubby. When the other girl arrived, Iris smiled at her. "Hi there." Iris took her sweets off of the sweetie lady and handed her some money to pay for it.

"I guess I'll leave you two to it then. I'm not going to forget about that game of footie, Cartwright." She smirked and then left.

Yeah, right. And Evan was Fernando Torres--Not that he wouldn't be. He wasn't that very person. He would be close to his ability had he the opportunity to work. He was sure of it. Maybe he should have asked it more openly, seeing that Beaumont became sillier in the summer. He had asked why he would lie specifically to her on his biggest passion? Whatever though. He wouldn't look for sense in her actions. If he did, he would never find it.

He gave another snort when she talked like she knew so well. Yeah, right. She'd be the one to try to figure out a way to stop him, and he would be the winning one. Though he decided to these thoughts till the match day either. Just in case she would freak out and quit.

He itched to look if he really was chubby, but he knew if he did, all his coolness would be gone. He just rolled his eyes instead to show that he wasn't into a discussion right now on himself. And he was not chubby! He smirked in the same way as she left. He wouldn't forget it either. One thing made him wonder how many adjectives she could find on fatness. Come to think about it... how could she remember that many words? So maybe she wasn't that silly... odd.

Glancing out of the window, he saw that they were close to school now. "Um... I'd better get dressed now... bye Nicoletta." he said as he waved, and walked off to his compartment. Sigh. Why couldn't he enter the school with this wonderful Chelsea T-shirt? Though, then again, no one would understand what it meant. Shame.

"Oh okay yeah me too. Nice seeing you!" she mumbled.

Well it seemed Aaron had made this boy's day, which judging from him that was a good thing. Even if he didn't know exactly why the boy was grinning so broadly. But wait... what was he talking about ... the shoe? Oh yes, he was utterly confused. Though being Aaron, tried really hard to not show his confusion.

"Well you have indeed met a Rose," Aaron grinned, though oddly enough he'd never been really proud to have a last name Rose. He was proud of his heritage, yes, but of the particular name, no.

"Nope. Not a girl at all." And that was a good thing, because boys were sooo much cooler than girls. "But nice to meet you too, Treyen. And yes, ruler of the world... You'll be my accomplice then? Great!!!" Because ever great ruler needs an accomplice and Treyen did just agree to give him his full support.

"Art of wandlore, sounds like it could be interesting," And would definitely help him on the road to power. Something he was clearly destined for; so he thought anyway.

"Ooh. Looks like the train is slowing down... Hogwarts, here we come!!!" Aaron exclaimed, grabbing his new friend's hand to urge him along. Cause they were totally about to become the next great leaders.