Elora snapped out of it. Whoops. She was constantly day dreaming and forgetting what should be kept IN her head. "Yes, perfect for us. And that's quite the...sign of affection." She laughed. "Aurora doesn't do anything like that. She's too outgoing. Plus, you'll know right away if she likes you. Unfortunately." Elora shrugged. She loved her sister, she was just so blunt sometimes. Although right now Elora was wishing she had that quality...

Hugo felt weird as he walked over to the table. All of his friends he made were from Gryffindor, and the Ravenclaw table wasn't very full.
He didn't see any first-years. Nervously he sat down and looked at his plate. He didn't know anybody...

"Nice to meet you Miles, you may sit." Žitnik would be so proud of her for playing nice with the Hogvartians. Of course, it wasn't to difficult to be nice to this one. "I am Aleksandra Miroslav." She gave the boy one of her sweet smiles as she waited for him to take a seat. "You are a Ravelclav, I guess that means ve vill be housing together for the term." If all the boys in Ravenclav looked as good as this one then she would be enjoying her stay very much.

"It's cute now, but one day I foresee a house call from the police." Kellen remembered the days when Hateya wanted nothing more than to be a Disney princess. Sigh. He shrugged right back at her when she talked about her sister, "Sometimes that isn't always a good thing. It can throw some people off to have someone else that interested that fast. For example."

Kellen gestured to the two of them, "Take us. If I'd suddenly declared right away that I liked you, the first time we met, that would open up a whole ocean of awkward between us. You probably wouldn't even want to be friends with a creep like that. Right?"

Kellen looked over at the firstie and gave him a wave, "Hey. Welcome to Ravenclaw, I'm Kellen."

Hugo looked up from his plate, someone talked to him! "Oh hey! I'm Hugo. Do you know where I can meet other Ravenclaw first-years? I can't find any!"

Eyes wide, Ivory watched the Durmstrang students, face in hand, as they flipped and careened their way through the Entrance Hall and into the Great Hall. Saying she was impressed would be to put it mildly. Sure Arya and she goofed off in moments with gymnastics for fun, but nothing even near to how coordinated these students were.

Seeing the grand sparkling finale had her chin slipping from her hand, and said hand dropping down to slightly come in contact with the person next to her.

"Oooh sorry!"
Smiling apologetically to the older girl, she inclined her head to the foreigners."Got to say, against my better judgement I'm impressed..." Shaking her head ruefully, she turned and held out a small hand. " Grayson right?" Ivory had spent most of the previous term reading and not even in the common room so it wasn't a shocker that she didn't know most of the people in her own house very well. But hopefully, she'd be able to change that this year. The goal of the term: To be more interactive. So....better to fall head first, right. "Hi, I'm Ivory,Ivy for short, nice to meet you...officially that is." She added with a little laugh.

Damon sat down at the table. As usual he was really looking forward to the food that would be offered. He also noticed some visiting students that would be in for the term. maybe he should consider introducing himself and maybe soon to these visiting students.

Kellen looked around the table, but really, once you got to be a sixth year anyone younger than fourth looked like a firstie. At least that was how he felt, "Erm... I guess the best thing you can do is watch the Sorting Hat and greet them when they come over? Plus, I'm sure there'll be some sort of introductory thing when we get back to the tower..."

Noel, had finally discovered the ceiling. It was magnificant really! With his eyes flickering over to the banner once more that held that magestic eagle bird, he lowered his gaze to the table he had seated himself at. They seemed smart did they not? Except, perhaps maybe not that one girl, but who was he to judge?

Clearing his throat, he gently let his wrists lean against table, keeping up a nice posture at the same time. The Great Hall was bigger than he expected...and he couldn't keep his gaze away from the ceiling. Now that he thought about it, the castle was huge! How far did he need to walk again to get to this Ravenclaw room?

It wasn't that he was exactly bored at the Hufflepuff table, although he totally was, it was just that... Fletcher thought getting to know the foreign students a little more closely might just be worth his time.

So with the air of taking a casual stroll on a sunny day, he wandered over to the Ravenclaw table and slipped onto the bench beside a rather good-looking CLEARLY new student.

"Oh, I see the food hasn't arrived yet here either? Hmm," he mentioned casually, tapping his long fingers on the table. "What a shame."

But at least he had a good-looking lil dessert to stare at right cherrrrr, booya.

Sandra glanced away from the Ravenclav prefect when the Beauxbatons students finally entered. Hehe. Beauxbatons' entrance couldn't hold a candle to theirs, and she hadn't expected it to. Nothing could compare to Dumstrang. Her eyes followed the hot Beauxbaton that was making his way over to the table. He was rooming in the same house as her? Her night just couldn't get any better.

....Or maybe it could. She spotted the boy at the other table staring at her and another smirk graced her face. It appeared Hogvarts was full of hot guys. That would totally make up for the seven floors she would have to walk.

"You are staying in Ravenclav as vell?" She inquired, turning her attention back to the Beauxbaton student. Sandra could always mess with the hottie at the other tabe later. Heh.

Sandra didn't miss the hot guy that slipped into the seat beside her, and she quirked an eyebrow at his comment. Did he really expect her to believe he came looking for food?

"Yes it is a shame." Not really, since it brought you over here. "I don't suppose you know when the food will arrive?"

Giving the boy a charming smile she held out her hand. "I'm Aleksandra Miroslav. Vho might you be?" She wondered if this one was a Ravenclaw as well, cause if so she would never have to leave the common room. Where ever it was located.

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Sandra didn't miss the hot guy that slipped into the seat beside her, and she quirked an eyebrow at his comment. Did he really expect her to believe he came looking for food?

"Yes it is a shame." Not really, since it brought you over here. "I don't suppose you know when the food will arrive?"

Giving the boy a charming smile she held out her hand. "I'm Aleksandra Miroslav. Vho might you be?" She wondered if this one was a Ravenclaw as well, cause if so she would never have to leave the common room. Where ever it was located.

"Wellll...." Fletcher pretended to not know the answer and drew out his response, stroking his chin thoughtfully. You know he rather liked his strong chin - why not call attention to it? heh. "Usually the food arrives after all the speeches, but I was hoping since we had some special visitors today it might come sooner...."

He trailed off into a light sigh but lightened up immediately as she introduced herself. "Aleksandrrrrrra, the pleasure is all mine." Fletcher dipped his head and kissed her hand with an exaggerated eyebrow wiggle. "You can call me Fletcher. Just Fletcher."

What a gentleman, right?

Hmm?

Hearing that unfamiliar accent, Noel turned his attention to the pretty Durmstrang who, he had not realized he was sitting close to. The night sky ceiling had captivated his attention too much to the point of not introducing himself to anyone? How rude of him. Then again, this was the first person he spoke to.

"So zat is what zey are called?" He had it right! Good. Smiling, he glanced to the other guy that joined their table, before looking back to the beauty. "Oui, I am. Alzough, I am afraid zat we are to walk razer far to get to ze room?" It was one thing to walk to a high floor a few times, but continuously? That was going to get tiring.

Pearl sat down anxiously at table, biting her lip as she wasn't too familiar with anyone in her house. She let out a sigh and frowned, looking down at her purple gemstone necklace. She'd secretly hoped that someone would be hospitable and give her a gentle greeting.

.... Hah. Not gonna happen anytime soon, she thought. Everyone knew each other here. They weren't the usual muggle-borns like her.

Grayson couldn't help but watch as, first Headmaster Tate announced the arrival of students from other schools, and then said students made their entrance, along with their respective Headmasters. While even she couldn't deny they were rather attractive, she was personally more interested in the whole Triwizard Tournament as a concept. She almost felt like she was inside that story from Harry Potter's time, which made her excited. And she'd also noticed that at least Jimmy apparently was in Ravenclaw, which possibly meant she could work her way into some exciting trouble situations. If she worked things right, and he was as interesting as Finn was.

But then she felt a hand connect, and at the sound of an apology, she turned to see a girl. A grin crept onto her face at the comment about the visiting students, though. "It's okay. I think we all got a little entranced, although I think the Durmstrang people put on more of a show, dontcha think?," she said with a bit of a shrug. But then she blinked as the girl said her name, and took the outstretched hand. "Yep . . .," she said slowly. It was like Raiden in Diagon Alley, like somehow she was more known than she thought, and once again she wondered if people talked about her and her escapades. She certainly hadn't been in the common room that much last term, beyond the awesome mattress surfing and sleeping. But she smiled again as the girl continued talking. "Nice to meet you too, Ivy. Not so sure about that officially thing. Makes me feel like people are trying to meet me." Weird. She liekd the idea of a reputation, but not so much the thought that people talked about her without her knowing. 'Wanna go over and meet the visiting students?," she added, standing up. She was gonna, at least. Work her way through all the boys crowding around the two at the Ravie table, at least. She knew she could, since she'd always been able to get through crowds with her size.

Stopping by the Hufflepuff boy currently talking up the Durmstrang girl, Grayson made sure Draco was still safely inside her pocket and not wiggling to get out before smiling at the girl. Not to mention the Beauxbatons boy, who was definitely attractive. Didn't look like he'd be as much fun as Finn and Jimmy, or as goofily fascinating as Demarcus, but he was interesting at least. "Hi," she said to both of them, figuring even if neither gave her the time of day she'd know she'd tried. Which was more than she'd really tried last term with her own schoolmates, although she'd still met a few. "Welcome to Ravenclaw, well, sort of. For now, I guess," she said with another smile, feeling a bit like she was babbling. "I'm Grayson, um, Kelly." She needed to get back to the whole prank idea. She was horrible at talking to people, when she had to start the conversation. Someone needed to save her. Or the feast needed to show up.Some sort of distraction. They were going to think she was a tiny weirdo with a ferret in her pocket, although Draco was being really good. And quiet. She thought he was asleep, almost.

Pearl sat down anxiously at table, biting her lip as she wasn't too familiar with anyone in her house. She let out a sigh and frowned, looking down at her purple gemstone necklace. She'd secretly hoped that someone would be hospitable and give her a gentle greeting.

She'd then miraculously heard her name, her eyes widening as she recognized the voice. It was her dear friend Rex!

She turned around and smiled, seeing his back turned to her. He'd just missed her. How could he? Her hair DID stand out, didn't it? She laughed, smiling wide, wrapping her arms tightly around him from behind. "REXY OF GRYFFINDOR!" .

"Hello" Katie said as she took a seat next to him, he looked very nice, "My names Katie Star, Nice to meet you" Katie said as she put out her hand for him to shake "Welcome to Hogwarts" she added at the end.

Jenny sat down nervously, not knowing what to do...again. So many people here looked like they knew each other; even the people who were visiting Hogwarts seemed to get along with the students here quite well. She decided to randomly look at the conversations around her, since there was nothing else to do.

Having enjoyed a thoroughly satisfying meal and a somewhat average drink, Salander decided to take an after-meals walk and check out the rest of the Great Hall. He too was new around Hogwarts and was curious at what the other three tables-- three houses-- were all about.

He decided to look for his young friend Daniel at the Ravenclaw table when instead he spotted some of the guests from Durmstrang and Beauxbaton-- as well as a certain Hufflepuff fellow who shared Salander's taste for good drinks. Well, if a Puff can just pop in on the Claws, I sure can slyther-in and make myself at home.



Smoothly, he slips into the seat next to the Durmstrang beauty on the other side of Fletcher. "Excuse me, I dont mean to interrupt...." he started "... but I couldnt help overhearing the that the meals have not come for the Ravenclaws and Hufflepuffs?" he said putting on the most concerned look he could muster "Theres a great selection over at our housetable, you're free to come sit with us, take as much as you wish." he smiled looking more at the Durmstrang brunette than the Hufflepuff. Who happens to be brunette too. Meh.

"Oh where are my manners, my name is Salander by the way, from the house of Slytherin." he said nodding at the Durmstrang beauty and offering his hand. "And who may you be Miss?"


Salander turned to look at the other guest. He wasnt of the habit to just start up a conversation with any fellow, unless the dude had something he wanted, but looking at the awe on the Beauxbaton's face and the his general demeanor got Salander thinking, Hey why not, he's a stranger in a strange place as I am. He looked up at the charmed ceiling in admiration "Its great isnt? Looks so real." he started, trying to make small convo with the Frenchman.

Smiling softly she tilted her head to the side as she watched the boy stroke his chin. He was cute, and so was the way he conspicuously brought attention to his handsome body features. She would definantly remember this one.

"Yes, it vould have been rather nice to have the food before the speech. It shouldn't be too long of a vait should it?" She was starting to get hungry; preforming all those flips did that to a young woman.

This one was a true gentleman and to say that Sandra was a little impressed would be an understatement. Not only did the Hogwarts boys look good, but they had manners to match. Oh yes, she was impressed.

"You may call me, Sandra." She replied sweetly when he kissed her hand. Only a privilege for those she liked, and this one she liked. "Just Fletcher? Did your parents only gave you one name?" Sandra knew not, and she looked at him expectantly, waiting for a full name.

She nodded her head, smiling at the young man. "That is vhat they are called." It had taken her a while to get the names correct as well, so she wouldn't hold it against him that he was unsure. "I heard ve are in one of the highest towers." She made a face, but it quickly changed to one of amusement. "I'm not looking forvard to it, but maybe we will get to know each other on the long valk, yes?" If she had to walk to the highest tower, at least she got to do it with such a handsome young man like this one.

"I'm sorry, I forgot my manners." So unlike her. Sandra held out her hand to him. "My name is Aleksandra Miroslav."

Sandra didn't turn to the girl, hoping she would keep walking, until she spoke up. Sigh. Playing 'nice', she gave the girl a polite smile. "Hello, thank you for the velcome." She kept silent while the child went on with her rambling introduction, obviously lacking the confidence to speak full sentences. Something they needed to start teaching at this school. "Its nice to meet you....Kelly." Grayson was not the name of a lady, and she wouldn't be using it to refer to the girl. "My name is Aleksandra Miroslav."

Another boy using the food to speak to her, they were beginning to get uncreative. Did they not know a simple hello would suffice? Apparently not.

"No thank you, I think I will stay at the table I'm at. I'm in no hurry to eat." Not to mention the company was good. Why would she leave her table when what she wanted most was coming to her? Shaking his hand, she gave the boy a smile. "Its nice to meet you, Salander. I am Aleksandra Miroslav."

Ravenclaw. That was blue right? Because Finlay was certainly hoping that it wasn't something like violet because that really wouldn't suit him at all. He did remember something though, something that Grayson had told him. She was in Ravenclaw, and that thought did bring a smile to his face. Mmm. Hello Blondie.
Smirking, he wandered along the ravenclaw table until he found her, and oooh she was sitting with another rather nice girl. How fortuante for him. "Hey Grayson." He grinned, as he sat down beside her.

Raising a brow in surprise, Noel turned his attention from the Durmstrang girl to the other girl that greeted them. Was she a Ravenclaw? She had welcomed them to Ravenclaw after all. "Bonjour, Grayson." he smiled, turning in his seat so he didn't have to crane his neck to look at the girl.

"Noel Laurent. Zank you for ze nice welcome." Really, the Hogwarts students were all rather welcoming from the looks of things. Taking a quick glance over to the other tables when he had a chance, everything seemed pretty normal. But, no time for looking for his classmates, this girl was standing! "Would you like a seat? I zink we can make some room here..." If, a few people just scooted over that is.

Oh, and he was just finishing talking to Grayson when he heard a greeting on his other side. "Bonjour, Katie." Queue the charming smile as he slightly hesitantly took her hand to shake. He wasn't all quite used to the hand shakes as of yet. "Zank you! It iz a razer nice school you have." Just look at the ceiling! But it was nothing compared to their school. Which, he was starting to miss slightly already. "Iz your ceiling always like zis? Ze night sky?"

One of the highest towers. "Seriously?" He knew the rooms were pretty high up but, he didn't want to climb to one of the highest towers in the school. Did they even realize how high that was? From the outside, it looked almost as if they had to ride brooms to get up there. "I was convinced zat we would have to ride brooms to get up to ze tower, but walking seems better now." After she put it like that, walking sounded brilliant. And not as boring or time consuming as he believed it would be.

Oh, goodness, he had not introduced himself like he previously told himself he would do. "Forgiven of course. Bonjour Aleksandra, and might I say, it iz a pleasure to meet you." Once again, he wasn't all that used to the whole hand shaking thing, but he held out his hand to take hers for a moment before letting go. "My name iz Noel Laurent."

Trying to keep his gaze away from the ceiling was tough work. He'd need to somehow figure out how they did that, with the night sky. It was interesting to say the least and Noel definitely wouldn't mind having the ceiling in his room look like that. It shouldn't be all that hard, yes? Charm work? Having heard someone speak, Noel glanced around, his eyes landing on another person that seemed to have joined their table.

Was he talking to him? "Oui, it iz." he nodded, tapping his fingers on the table. "Do you know when ze food will be here?" Did they carry it out on trays or something?

Yep. Definitely hadn't made much of an impression on the Durmstrang girl. Luckily, Grayson hadn't expected much, not after the craziness of her introduction. She knew she could speak better, so she was actually quite embarrassed that she'd failed the first time. Totally why she needed practice starting conversations. At least nothing else had happened, and she hadn't thought to try and spike any beverages with potion at the feast. That would just make things even weirder. She just nodded as the girl chose to call her by her last name, though. That was new, but at least she hadn't said anything. She figured it had gone through the older girl's head, at least. "Well, it's nice to meet you, Aleksandra. I hope our House meets your expectations, and I look forward to the Tournament." Watching it, at least. She knew the rules, even if only because of the stories. And she wasn't about to bring Krum, or anything else from way back then up in conversation now. Aleksandra didn't look like someone who would appreciate a fourteen year old peppering her with questions about old stories, or even teasing if she didn't know them.

So she thought about waiting to see if the Beauxbatons boy would respond to her bizarre earlier introduction. Or just going back to her seat like a freak. Or looking for anyone to distract her from the awkwardness.

And then the Beauxbatons boy spoke, and she smiled a bit at his response. At least he didn't seem way disturbed by her babbling. And he'd even called her by her name. Without comment, said or otherwise. Maybe he'd be like all the Hogwarts boys she'd met, with the exclusion of evil!Legend. Like Demarcus, Finn, Diggy, Jimmy (sort of), and all those. Accepting the weird uniqueness of her name. She still thought it fit her. "It's nice to meet you too, Noel. And you're welcome. I just thought it seemed like the polite thing to do, yknow?," she said, before smiling again as he offered to make a seat for her. "No, that's fine. I have a seat a little ways down, I just thought I'd come over and welcome you both. Since it seems like you'll be with us for a while," she responded, graciously turning the offer down. Uncle Nathaniel would be proud. "And besides, I think Aleksandra would rather I just go back to my seat anyway." So she could go back to the boys and pretending little old her didn't exist. Luckily, Grayson didn't mind. She could stay away from the Durmstrang girl easily, unless she did something to warrant a prank. That would take a lot of planning, though. And if Aleksandra ended up the Durmstrang champion, that would definitely mean no pranks.

Oh, and then Finn was over by her, and she grinned at him. Maybe she wouldn't be in as much of a hurry to go back to her original seat. "Hi Finn. So you're gonna be an eagle with me?," she asked, glancing down the table again. So she got both Jimmy and Finn. Definitely some fun to be had now. "Have you met the Durmstrang and Beauxbatons students yet?" Yep, she'd be gracious and bring them up first, before anything else. Besides, at least it meant she had someone to talk to, even if she had a feeling Finn would pay just as much attention to Aleksandra. She had no claim on him, other than maybe a partner in crime. Or whatever she could call him, after the earlier events. he was definitely a something. And it was seriously going to be fun having him in Ravenclaw. They were seriously going to be getting into some trouble this term, Triwizard Tournament or no.

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Having enjoyed a thoroughly satisfying meal and a somewhat average drink, Salander decided to take an after-meals walk and check out the rest of the Great Hall. He too was new around Hogwarts and was curious at what the other three tables-- three houses-- were all about.

He decided to look for his young friend Daniel at the Ravenclaw table when instead he spotted some of the guests from Durmstrang and Beauxbaton-- as well as a certain Hufflepuff fellow who shared Salander's taste for good drinks. Well, if a Puff can just pop in on the Claws, I sure can slyther-in and make myself at home.

Smoothly, he slips into the seat next to the Durmstrang beauty on the other side of Fletcher. "Excuse me, I dont mean to interrupt...." he started "... but I couldnt help overhearing the that the meals have not come for the Ravenclaws and Hufflepuffs?" he said putting on the most concerned look he could muster "Theres a great selection over at our housetable, you're free to come sit with us, take as much as you wish." he smiled looking more at the Durmstrang brunette than the Hufflepuff. Who happens to be brunette too. Meh.

"Oh where are my manners, my name is Salander by the way, from the house of Slytherin." he said nodding at the Durmstrang beauty and offering his hand. "And who may you be Miss?"

Fletcher was jussssst getting along swell with this new...er...northern beauty when lo and behold, WHO had to interrupt? It was none other than the Great Interrupter himself, that... that kid from the bar. Salamander, was it?

Fletcher was not amused.

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Smiling softly she tilted her head to the side as she watched the boy stroke his chin. He was cute, and so was the way he conspicuously brought attention to his handsome body features. She would definantly remember this one.

"Yes, it vould have been rather nice to have the food before the speech. It shouldn't be too long of a vait should it?" She was starting to get hungry; preforming all those flips did that to a young woman.

This one was a true gentleman and to say that Sandra was a little impressed would be an understatement. Not only did the Hogwarts boys look good, but they had manners to match. Oh yes, she was impressed.

"You may call me, Sandra." She replied sweetly when he kissed her hand. Only a privilege for those she liked, and this one she liked. "Just Fletcher? Did your parents only gave you one name?" Sandra knew not, and she looked at him expectantly, waiting for a full name.

......

Another boy using the food to speak to her, they were beginning to get uncreative. Did they not know a simple hello would suffice? Apparently not.

"No thank you, I think I will stay at the table I'm at. I'm in no hurry to eat." Not to mention the company was good. Why would she leave her table when what she wanted most was coming to her? Shaking his hand, she gave the boy a smile. "Its nice to meet you, Salander. I am Aleksandra Miroslav."

"I certainly hope not," Fletcher said in a positively innocent tone, "because I am absolutely starving for a taste of something sweet."

Bazinga! He even tossed in a wink with that little speech.

"Sandra. What a beautiful name." Fletcher could have been kicking himself just now. Sandra. Same name as Sadie. Brilliant. Wherever she was he sincerely hoped she didn't see him charming the socks off this lady.

"No no, I have a first name.... it's just rather horrible, you see, to be named after your father and your father's father and his grandfather before him...." he trailed off and cleared his throat like it was a rather touchy subject. Which it was. "I'd just rather avoid it all together."

And he would also rather avoid the interrupter right there. Fletcher had the urge to lean around Sandra and stick his tongue out at Salander. Haha REJECTED.

Katie looked up at the celling "Yes it is always like that" Katie said she laughed, she liked his accent, it was nice, "Do you think you will be putting your name in the goblet?" Katie asked, she wondered if he would, she would cheer for him of course, even though he didnt go to this school.