"Of course. Don't want you hurting your adorable little self now do we??" He cooed as he pinched her cheeks and ruffled her hair a bit. "Skateboarding lessons with Jeremy Way shall begin in the morning"

"Yes skateboarding. And apparently Lexi and my sister were planning to skateboard down the stairs." he said to Ivan.

"Hi, name is Raven, sorry about the pointing finger, couldn't resist, Chicken you like" he apologized

That was it, he'd gone and snatched the loopy one. Or she had snatched him. He wasn't entirely sure. Drawing back a little he continued to frown at the girl, especially as she went on about certain things that some may find offense to and proceeded to point her wand in her face. And then she got a little too close. He had tolerance, but this was enough.

"I'm very well aware of that. But, did you know, it is rude to ask someone a question and then not listen to them? If you don't want to hear it, don't ask." His eyes flicked to her wand with a disapproving frown. "And those can poke eyes out. I would be careful." Obviously no immediate danger, especially when she mentioned the rather absurd comment about him being part veela, which he wasn't sure if he should take as a compliment or not. So he settled for the middle ground of truth. "I'm muggleborn."

"Well...it'll be alright." Hopefully. And if it wasn't...well they'd get to that when and if it happened. Wait...she skateboarded? Well how cool was that. Smirking he looked Lexi up and down with a raised eyebrow, "I can see why you'd need the padding then." Though skateboarding down some stairs didn't sound good. And why did every guy he met want to teach her something? Hmm.

His head turned as someone sat down and he nodded with a smile, "Ivan Vorpatril." Poor young kid looked nervous that was for sure and here he was new and he wasn't as nervous. Though maybe that was thanks to Lexi.

Preston's attention got adverted back to the students he was sitting with at the Gryffindor Table. He returned a goofy grin to the boy, "N-nice t-to m-m-meet you I-Ivan." Preston said nodding his head a couple of times. "Wh-what y-year are y-you?" He asked, it was a lame attempt to start a conversation, but he was trying.

Lexi beamed at the boy and nodded her head in reply. "It's lovely to meet you, Preston. I'm Lexi Denver, this is, as he said, Ivan Vorpatril, Ravenclaw. This is Jeremy Way, Gryffindor," she said as she pointed each boy out to Preston. Hehe.

He was precious. She wanted to keep him! "What year are you in, Preston?" she asked as she grabbed her goblet and peeked inside. Poo, it was empty.

Lexi errupted in laughter as Jer ruffled her hair and called her adorable and little. Hehe. "Yush! We are going to have Glisseo some stairs or something at first. Make them into a ramp," she said excitedly. Hehe. This was going to OWN.

Laughing at Ivan now she gently nudged him in the ribs. "Yes, I am clumsy. It is genetic though, I am sure of it." True Story. Probably. Heh. Then as Ivan introduced himself to the Hufflepuff boy she smiled brightly at him. He was not being antisocial! Yay for that. Perhaps she would break him out of his little shell yet. Not that he was an introvert so to speak... but yeah, he needed to loosen up some.

Greer was now tapping her cheeks with the tip of her wand for the sixth time, and for the sixth time she checked her reflection in the back of her clean spoon. Nothing. The only thing that stared back at her was plain old face, and the constellation of freckled on it.

When the boy's tone changed, to one that vaguely reminded her of Ian and Colby's whenever she sneaked inside their rooms (except her siblings' were ten times worse and louder and literally shoved her out of their rooms), Greer lowered her wand and adopted a amused, albeit sheepish expression. "Ooohhh." Deciding that the pimples were most likely a veela trait that could not be copied, Greer stuffed her wand back in the insides of her robes. "I was listening," Lies. Sort of. "I just didn't have a smart response that could match yours, so I pretended that I didn't and change the subject." Something she did often--on a daily basis, as a matter of fact.

When the boy announced that he was not a veela, and was in fact, a muggleborn, Greer thought her cheek thoughtfully. "My mum's a muggleborn, and she doesn't look like a veela like you." Charlotte McKensie, fairly good-looking as she was, did not have dimples. Or the boy's bone structure, for that matter. McKensie shrugged her small shoulders, and added. "Maybe you have veela or fey blood. Maybe a little." Or a lot. Was it even possible to have fey blood? She gave him a side-ways look.

She didn't have a.....what?

Blinking rapidly Sabel reasoned that he could not make heads or tails of this girl. She was strange. Stranger than some of the others he had come across, though not unpleasantly strange. Perhaps that was a bonus? Or simply a blessing.

Curiously, he watched her from the corner of his eyes as he retrieved the pitcher once again and poured another glass of pumpkin juice. "I'm pretty sure I have neither, though I appreciate the compliment." That was the correct way to go about responding to being called a veela or fey right? He hoped so. "Pumpkin juice?"

Maybe he could get this girl on one simple train of thought and get some answers as to why she was inquiring about his casting abilities and what she was trying to do to her face. At the moment the only answer he had was that she was yet another unique attendee of Hogwarts; and goodness there were a few of them.

Jeremy waved at the little Huffie and smiled. "Ello"

"Yeah at least you're smart enough to do that. Kat attempted to skateboard down the stairs at home one day but just left them as stairs instead of being smart and turn them into a ramp and ended up breaking her arm. It was pretty funny actually." He laughed

"N-nice t-to m-m-meet y-you L-L-Lexi." Preston smiled at her. He looked at each of the boys as she introduced them all to him. "Hey." Preston smiled his goofy smile. "I-I'm a-a sec-second y-year." Preston stuttered with a confident smile. "Wh-what a-about y-you?" He questioned her.

Spotting some macaroni down the table Preston internally reminded himself that he needed to get some for Ringo before he left the Great Hall that night and headed to the Hufflepuff common room, Ringo deserved some food from the Feast.

Pandora looked over at the girl with a smile of her own, propping her chin in the palm of her hand. "Nice t' meet you Lilyana, name's Pandora." She extended her other hand towards the girl for a friendly handshake, being her usual quirky self. With her hand still extended, she turned her attention to the boy who had just offered up the cup of problematic pumpkin juice. "It happens to the best of us, mate." She grinned, speaking of his dilemma he had with said pumpkin juice. "I'm sure if Lilyana here doesn't want it, I'll polish it off." Who was she to turn down food or something to drink?

This boy appeared perpetually baffled at everything she said, and Greer wondered idly if he was not used to mantain long conversations with young girls--or girls in general. How odd! Veelas were supposed to be charming, were they not? It was one of their traits. Not that the boy wasn't charming on his own right --and he was--, but he did not seem to be as verbose as Greer would expect a veela to be.

Hmmmm. "How do you know it was a compliment?" Inquired Greer, quite cheekily, her scottish accent more prominent than usual. "For all you know, I was just asking to be cautious; veelas are dangerous creatures, you know." But then she grinned to show that she was being facetious (sort of, anyway), and nodded in thanks at the offer of pumpkin juice. "Are you familiar with beautifying spells?" Maybe that's where he'd gotten his dimples from.

Rex comes to the table. He starts eating. He hopes that someone will talk to him.

Not quite trusting himself to stop watching the strange-veela-inquiring girl, Sabel turned his head only halfway to listen to one of the others he had offered the pumpkin juice to. He would have remained that way if manners hadn't gotten the best of him and forced him to turn his full attention to her, giving her a small smile at her words. "That's good to know."

Seeing as how he already had the pitcher of juice in his hand, he figured there was no harm in pouring a second, just incase they both wanted a glass. Sliding it towards the two of them, he gave a polite nod of his head. "Sabel Dakest and...." His eyes went back to the strange girl beside him, still unsure of what to call her. Speaking of which....

"Veelas are dangerous." Sabel responded simply, handing the pumpkin juice to the curious creature before him. "But then, you asked me if I was decent at protection spells, which implies that you aren't worried about my being dangerous. Useful maybe, but not dangerous. Hence, why I guessed compliment." A self-concious, one-shouldered shrug left him. "Then again, I was guessing. Didn't really know how to take your words." She was strange after all, but he was pretty sure addmitting that would be rude.

"I don't know any beauty spells." Once again the frown was present. "Why do you ask? You look fine as you are...." His words trailed off as his eyes flicked to the staff table. There was a floating chair and Professor Vindictus talking to a strange man sitting next to Tate. What in all of Merlin's tangled beard was going on up there?

Simon nodded to confirm what he had said when the girl voiced the shock that was clearly evident in her young features. "You're welcome and I'll be certain to look forward to your performance at try-outs," he spoke momentarily wondering if all potential players would be this hard-working or at least as she appeared to be.

"Umm... you should probably ask Professor Vindictus about that," he replied unsure how that worked since when he had never borrowed a broom before classes or the tryouts. "He's the Quidditch and flying professor and in charge of the school brooms. He usually sits to the left of the Headmaster," Simon informed her, supplying the last bit of information since he realixed she didn't know the professors at all.

He glanced briefly up at the staff table to see if he was there frowning slightly when he spotted a stranger in the spot. "He's not here yet," he told Selina not wanting a mix up before the boy let her alone for the other conversations she had wound up in.

The older boy voiced that he would be watching her carefully at try outs. That was even a greater shock. She knew now that whatever effort she was previously going to put in for practice she would have to amp it up if she was to prove she could handle the team as a first year. Especially since now she had drawn attention to herself in the eyes of the Captain. He was going to be watching to see if she had the talent to back up the talk. And if she had anything to do about it she would make sure she was practiced enough to prove that to the best of her ability.

As the boy answered her final question her eyes traveled up to the table, but so no man there that he was referring to. Her confusion was cleared up when he had explained that the teacher was not there. She made a mental note to seek the teacher out when they arrived. And do so as soon as he arrived.

After the Captain was done talking Selina smiled brightly and said, "Thanks a lot for all of your help. I'll try to prove that I deserve to be flying with your lot. Thanks again." And with that Selina walked off feeling better than ever.

Greer watched with some interest as Sabel poured pumpkin juice not only for her, but to some other Gryffindor girl as well. He seemed to be popular with the female department, Greer decided, though she couldn't imagine why. Well, perhaps she did, that was not important.

Offering the other girl a beam, Greer finished his sentence for him, "And Greer McKensie," She said loudly, enunciating her name slowly, for him to understand him. He seemed to have that wrinkle-inducing frown glued to his forehead, after all; easily confused fellow, clearly.

But at least he'd said a name, so the Gryffindor child turned her gaze to him again. "Hi, Sabel Dakest. I would say it's nice to meet you, but I haven't drawn conclusions about you just yet," She said, candidly enough as she reached for her pumpkin juice. She took a sip. "You seem fairly normal so far, you know--for a boy, I should say." Running her pink tongue along her bottom lip, she set down the goblet and rubbed her tummy. When was dinner going to be served? She glanced testily towards the professor's table.

Ooooh. "Professor Vindictus looks constipated." Or was it angry?

Same difference.

One of Sabel's eyebrows arched high on his forehead, erasing some of the frown lines for an expression of amusement to take hold. She claimed to be young but by the tone of voice and her choice of words she sounded like she could easily step into a professor's shoes.

"Greer." He repeated slowly, a slight nod leaving his head as he placed the pitcher back on the table, doing his best to try not to get riled up by what seemed to be going on at the staff table. "Despite your lack of inclination for being grateful for a meeting, I find every introduction a friendship in the making until otherwise proven impossible. Therefore, I will say that it is a pleasure to meet you."

Once again his eyes found the staff table, the amusement dying down for concern to replace it. "And you are highly opinionated. A quality I cannot state as negative for I'm of the same way, though I've learned to somewhat mind my tongue." That wasn't to say he was aware of how absent his words were getting, his ears straining to hear the conversation going on at the head table. "Constipated...is one way to put it I suppose."

He was curious...extremely curious as to how it would feel to go by the Gryffindors. After all, his father had been in the said house. Simon also wanted to see if he could spot Christopher. Merlin knew that he needed more male friends if he wanted to keep his sanity. He looked around, but didn't see Christopher, so he sat down next to a guy who seemed older. "Hey, what's up?" okay, so that wasn't the best way to meet people, but he's practically used every line he knew, so this was it.

Greer's brown eyes had remained glued to the professor's table, watching with detachment and faint boredom as the flying instructor and the nameless, and intimidating-looking man seemed to argue. Or rather, Professor Vindictus seemed to argue--the man looked like he was enjoyed himself.

"Sabel Dakest," Greer stated, feeling the need to be formal, to match Sabel's own formal self, "Stop rambling, and explain to me why do males always feel the need to mark their territory? Like dogs?" Because that's what Professor Vindictus and the other man were doing. "Or is it something that old people like Professor Vindictus do? To make themselves feel younger?"

Battle of the egos? Hmmmm.

Sabel's dimples were still more interesting that those old people, however, so McKensie watched them with some interest.

"Yeah Keeper all the way...Do you think I have the right build for keeper?"He asked flexing his muscles."Yeah can I borrow some of that stuff starting tomorrow..I never said I was gonna make fun. I find it pretty impressive you took it into your own accord to practice even more by having your own Quaffle..."Adam responded.

He and Selina could go on for hours just talking about quidditch. At least he had her to share that passion with.

"Nothing much except eating" Rex told the boy. "What is up with you?" Rex asked him. "My name is Rex Trigwell" he introduced himself to the boy.

Looking carefully at his build she had to think hard. Her cousin Darren was the Keeper at Durmstrang and to be honest they both had similar builds. "Yeah, I think so. My cousin plays Keeper and you two have similar body types. But the most important thing is reflexes. Do you have good reflexes?"

She was sure he did. No way would Adam do anything if he wasn't confident in his abilities. And passion was half the battle. They both had loads of it that was for sure.

"Yeah I remember her telling me about... wait... didn't she have a broken arm when she came back to school? I think I remember that. OMG we skated down the slide in her grandmother's house when I visited a few Christmases ago. It was EPIC!!" she exclaimed as she errupted into giggles again.

Lexi smiled sweetly at the young boy with the precious stutter. That kind of reminded her of Jakers... she wondered where he was. Anyway...

"I am now a fifth year. How are you enjoying Hogwarts so far?" she asked as she tapped her finger on the side of her empty goblet. Lucky for the boy she was fairly certain he had seen two very laid back terms at Hogwarts. Hehe.

"Nothing much. I was trying to find a friend, but I don't see him right now." Simon said, still scanning the Gryffindor crowd. "I'm Simon Macalister." he introduced himself. "What year are you in?" he asked. So far, he's met people his age, well except for the pretty Head Girl, Trixie.