Lily slipped into her seat quietly. She was only a tad bit late, no matter, she was planning on just sitting there, pretending she'd been there all along. It was a fabulous plan, and it was sure to work.

Peeking down the table,she caught sight of Lexi and waved. It was sad that her friend was so far away, but then again, Tate had probably separated them for a reason. Hmmmm.

No matter, with shrug, she turned her eyes to the crowd. Yaay for a new term!

Nolan chuckled as he watched Brant DeVaice, former Quidditch captain turned Prefect, offer to escort some of the lingering students away from the house table. Such a nice young man, he'd been extremely polite when he accidentally walked into him, knocking him to the ground last term. Not one of his finer moments.

He sat up straighter in his chair when Tate announced the arrival of the Headmasters from the two visiting schools. He was...interested, to say the least. He'd barely ever traveled out of the country, so having foreign visitors come to him was soooo exciting. Maybe he could ask them about local Divination practices? OOOH he bet they were just fascinating! Their take on the traditional tarot cards and crystal orbs could be slightly different than their own, it'd be great to ask a bit about that, if he got the chance...

Oh hey. There was a Ravenclaw at the sorting hat who did NOT seem happy at all about the hat's decision. Blink blink.

Vindictus had just returned to the table after the Sorting Hat finished its job. "You've got a lot of nerve, Legend Chosen. Consider me to be mighty generous as I take five points from Gryffindor for your disrespect," he replied and motioned towards Brant.

"Brant! Take him to the Gryffindor table, and teach this young Lion some respect."

He was only slightly late, but he made it none the less. Quietly and looking slightly more lighthearted than normal, he took his seat near Tate.

Miles walked up to the staff table and stood in front of Professor V with a smile and his fingers tapping the table lightly. "Hey Professor V how was your summer?" He grinned and shifted on his feet as he looked at him.

"Lad... we're sort of... doing something here," Tate leaned over and addressed the Eagle Prefect. And then he waved his hand at him and shooed him away.

"Thank you, Headmaster Zitnik," Tate stood again, giving the man a solemn nod. "Magnificent." And sooo much more than he'd had his own students prepare. Hopefully the French wouldn't show them up too.

"It is now my pleasure to introduce Headmistress Enzo and her contingent from Beauxbatons. Please turn your attention to another group of our new friends."

"It was interesting, Miles. Thank you for asking. How was yours?" Vindictus asked and a loud banging sound caused him to jump in his chair.

Slowly, the doors creaked open to reveal the Durmstrang crowd. "Why don't you have a seat, Miles? It looks like the festivities have just begun."

Di hadn't found the time to 'dress up,' for tonight. The blond hair had been pinned up, courtesy a ball point pen, and she gathered up her pale, blue robes, as she quietly but elegantly took up her seat at the far end of staff table.

There were one or two people she recognized, here; at the staff table. But yes, this was not the time to make small talk. Di listened quietly, hands clasped gently in her lap.

As soon as Tate sat down, Max leaned over. "Did you just call him zit face?" he snorted in a low voice.

Miles raised an eyebrow at Tate as he spoke to him. Did he not remember his name or what? And raised both higher as he got shooed away. Really...did he just do that. Biting his tongue hard from being smart he turned toward Vindictus who was answering his question.

"Mine was..." Then he heard a loud bang and jumped, turning toward the door, his hand slipping in his pocket instinctively for his wand. Seeing people enter definitely not from this school he grinned. "Good," he finished with a glance at Professor V. "Yes I think I...will...." he said nodding with a vague wave of his hand he wandered down to his table slowly, his eyes transfixed on the students in awe. Maybe they'd announce the Hogwarts Champions soon. He sooooo wanted to be a part of this but really if he thought of it either way he'd still be a part of the tournament. It'd be awesome though if he was a champion.

Stare.

So, when the headmaster had said to look for the visitors, Maya had thought they'd arrive in a normal fashion and sit down somewhere... But apparently, they liked to show off and fly about the place and BANG the walking stick on the floor.

Allright... guess they wanted to put on a show for the school.
She wondered if the group from Beauxbatons would be doing the same. Hopefully, there wouldn't be anymore loud bangs or students getting in the risk of breaking their backs with those flips and whatnot.


Seeing some movement out of the corner of her eye, she turned her head slightly and her eyes grew wider.

It...was that man. With the dog. The man who almost got his butt kicked by her.

Heh.

"Hmm?" Tate leaned in to hear what Max said, covering his laughter with a discrete cough. Merlin. Max.

"Maybe. Why don't you call him that and see what happens?"

"Nah. I value my life," he replied and tried to keep his voice down. "He looks more menacing than Kazimeriz on a bad day. Besides, I betcha that a student will be stupid enough to say it to the man's face."

It was official. The loud banging that just happened as the Durmstrang Headmaster made his appearance was so NOT good for her head. If she wasn't dizzy before, she certainly was now. Not to mention all the flips and somersaults these Durmstrangers seemed to pride themselves in.

Must not look, she decided, just as the fourth had finished and the sparkling stars started to dissipate.


Which was when she looked to her left and noted she had herself a new neighbor. Young blond, observational, reserved female. Who, if Josephina had to guess, would not appreciate being used for a blanket or vomit receptacle. She would just have to hold down the stomach acids till after the feast.

"Achhooooooo!" The brunette sneezed, eyes watering. "Ugh." Removing a handkerchief from her handbag, she blew hard, before looking at her new neighbor again. "Sworryy... Tweyy lwuve to mwake a show of it, don't twey?" Stupid headcold. Affecting her speech.

Oh my. Di looked up, at her neighbour and fellow professor, for the first time. "Cold?" She asked, sympathetically. Pre-autumn symptoms, perhaps. If a thing such as that existed. "It's okay."

Show? Of course. Di did not approve of it, but she had expected it. "I suppose they do," she said, neutrally.

Cedric had been practically scrutinizing the school staff, especially the newest additions, from his seat at their house table and this woman, who quite looked gorgeous and nice, had gotten his attention. Well, it wasn't like he was going to be after her or something. He just liked her... without any particular reason. And so, eager to meet the woman and the new staff as well, he lurched to his feet without further ado, and strode over the staff table. "Hello professor," he started, and a smile subsequently crossed his face. "I'm Cedric Nicholas Leone, the Hufflepuff Prefect." He observed her, waiting for her reply. She looked gorgeous, undoubtedly. He started to wonder what she will be like... what the other newest people in the staff will be like. They'd be awesome, he thought, coming into conclusions prematurely.

He glanced sideways and noticed a man silently sitting in his respective seat. He so knew that man. Who wouldn't anyway? Hmm. And what was bothering Professor Masterson? Well, he could talk to him, right? Or at least, greet him? "Hey, sir? What's with the sad face? I mean... are you okay?" Thinking that that just would earn him a detention or an intense glare, he endeavored to change the subject. "Err, how's Roma and your summer?"

"I am." Hecate said menacingly as she sat at the table beside Preston. "Kingsley..." She said in greeting.

"Mister DeVaice," she said without looking at the boy, but agreeing that taking the girls away was best.

Hecate had a half a mind to award Chosen 10 points just for voicing what the whole staff was probably thinking... but she left it. No point in making her rift with the flying instructor larger than it was already.

She turned to look at the other Headmaster... He didn't look menacing... yet. But she hadn't spoken to him... that was next on her list. She rubbed her arm where the potion burned her this morning and looked down at it hoping the antidote she'd used would work soon.

Brant quickly and quitely scrambled back up to staff dias, when all the visiting schools were showing off, Brant didn't want to miss it but Professor Vindictus asked him to take Legend away from the table, and we had apparently lost five points already "gah." he thought when he made his way up to Legend.

Brant scooped his arm in his fellow Gryffindor's and said "Come on Mate, no one should be up here at the moment. Come back to the table and have some food and chat with the students who are visiting." he said in almost a whisper that only Legend could hear, Brant looked over to Professor Vindictus and gave him a nod of respect while trying to get Legend to leave.

He also heard his name being called as he looked back up to the Dias, it was Professor Lafay. Brant didn't want to talk more then he should around the staff table he only gave her a kind smile. She was a great Professor.

Risu slipped into the Great Hall through a door behind the raised staff table just as the headmaster was welcoming the Durmstrang delegation. Among the loud volume of their entrance and the appreciative reception of the Hogwarts teachers and students, he hurried to his seat at the left edge of the table and sat down.

Among the correspondence he had received over the term break was a lengthy letter, addressed to all Hogwarts teaching staff members, explaining the logistics of the upcoming Triwizard Tournament. Risu had dutifully read it, but did not, he had to admit to himself even as the Beauxbatons students filed in, thought about the matter much further. As the guests seated themselves, he tried to remember what they would be doing outside the times of the Tournament tasks. Would they follow the regular lessons at Hogwarts?

Pouring himself a glass of pumpkin juice, he leaned back in the comfortable chair and watched the by-now familiar flow of students to and from the staff table as they greeted old and new professors. Quite a few, Risu noted, seemed to be of the latter variety.

What five points! He didn't even do anything, he was being INNOCENT! Okay....maybe not. He had just wanted to see Vindictus's reaction. Apparently it was not a good one.

Before he come say anything else Brant scooped his arm into his and ushered him back over to the Gryffindor table. To go and talk to those off kids from the other school. Erg.

At least there was food? "Alright, alright." He said grinning at the former Captain letting him lead the way. He just wanted food.

Well well well...

You could really appreciate the discipline and grace of the Beauxbatons guests. Not only did they not act like a circus family, but they respectfully entered the Great Hall like normal people would. Maya found that very appropriate.

And now the visitors were all seated. What would happen now?
Maya looked around at the other Professors. Everyone seemed busy talking to a student or to their fellow colleagues.

She wondered when the food would arrive. Seriously.

Her attention was brought to someone infront of her. A student.
"Oh," what a surprise, "Hello." She said shortly and smiled a little - all the while keeping scrutinizing eyes on the boy. Why was he here and what did he want?

Huffifuff? Prefect? Okay, that she understood. "Hello there, Cedric Nicholas Leone..." something, "...Prefect." Nod.
She clasped her hands together and rested them on the table, waiting for the young man to... do something.

Or maybe she should. "Enjoying the...festivities?" She would be, if the food would ever arrive. Ay. There better be some tortillas around here. "I believe the food will be arriving soon." Hehe.

Sage was wedged between Lily the Healer and some woman he didn't recognize. He tried his hardest not to nudge them, and kept his elbows to himself as the students and Headmasters from Durmstrang and Beauxbatons made their arrivals.

Grumbling under his breath, the Herbology professor chanced a paranoid glance down the table in Hecate Lafay's direction. There weren't quite enough seats between them in his opinion.. if only he taught Ancient Runes.

He needed food.

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He glanced sideways and noticed a man silently sitting in his respective seat. He so knew that man. Who wouldn't anyway? Hmm. And what was bothering Professor Masterson? Well, he could talk to him, right? Or at least, greet him? "Hey, sir? What's with the sad face? I mean... are you okay?" Thinking that that just would earn him a detention or an intense glare, he endeavored to change the subject. "Err, how's Roma and your summer?"

Constantine raised an eyebrow as he regarded his new prefect with curiosity. Deciding not to answer any of those questions, he leaned forward. "Please return to the Hufflepuff table, Mr. Leone. I believe there are some new students at your table that need to feel welcome." He then added a look that said 'Go. Now.'

Sylvie sat with her hands in her lap as she watched the visiting students and Headmasters found their way to their respective tables. The chatter flowing for the house tables brought back memories of her times at those tables, but she shook her head of those thoughts again. Those times were long forgotten, but it was still rather strange to think of them, when certain sitting nearby were also associated with them.

Glancing down the table, she gave a small smile to the faces that she did recognize. Most of of them were housemates of her brother, but it wasn't like she didn't know just who they were. Faces yes, names on the other hand, she would need to remember.

Her eyes again landed on her old house table as she noticed a Beauxbatons student dragging a student toward the table. Odd really, but all made sense as she noticed just where they were headed. Oh, time never changed things much, she laughed to herself with a tiny head shake.

Leilani approached the table, eager to say hello to her Proffesors again. The first person she would have gone to say hello to was the Arithmancy Proffesor (WOOOT ARITHMANCY!!) however, she was looking a bit under the weather and nobody likes being bugged when they're sick. Soooo... Divination Proffesor?

She'd never really spoken to him much last term. And to be quite truthful, she wasn't entirely sure what his name was. Reynolds wasn't it? Yeah that sounded right. So. ONWARDS!

Lani skipped over to Proffesor Reynolds before greeting him with a smile. "Hello Proffesor." She said brightly. She scanned the table for sight of any new teachers, already spotting at least two. Seriously, it seemed like none of these teachers could keep a job. Weird huh?