"That much is obvious," Selina grinned at him. Perhaps they could still get on being in separate houses. Besides her boyfriend was in Slytherin so she was bound to be around their lot quite often. Maybe staying friendly with Evan would be easier than she previously assumed.

Pulling a stray red piece of hair out of her face she continued, "And those are fighting words. You have the bite to back up your bark?" Selina jokingly challenged. The bad blood between the two houses was very much still alive in Evan. But as far as Selina could see, as long as she never gave him any reason to dislike her, they could continue to be friendly.

And as it was she was no Ordinary Gryffindor.

Gotta love this kid's courage. Evan had to admit she might also suit for Gryffindor, but still, he'd have liked it more if she was in Slytherin. Oh well. They could still see each other. He would go up to seventh floor more this year anyway, he was going to patrol the corridors with Sophie, and teach her some potions. Yeah, now to answer this bright red-head.

"I won't even bother to answer," he said with a dismissive wave of his hand. "Everyone knows Slytherin's better. Hmpf." He winked at her with a laugh. It felt good to argue like seven-year-olds sometimes.

Orlando Renaldi was beaming wide, as usual. Or maybe not. He was probably beaming even more than he did last term. And why wouldn't he? The fabulous and the most delicious opening feast was in front of him and he could nommm all he wanted and just be happy!

The taller, much changed fifth year old was probably not growing in the head. Orlando was still the same, still the way he was in first year.

He turned to see if KT, Legend or Danny was any where to be seen. he had missed his friends and he could not wait to begin another awesome year with them.

His eager eyes were also searching a certain someone. Hmm where was Aubrie?

Heather Rosemary Olsen could not believe herself! How could she have even got lost to getting to the Great Hall from the bathroom, really! She's spent a year in Hogwarts already and she still has a knack in getting lost! She sighed. she had not seen Cass when they had left the train to the castle and she had not even seen kurumi nor adam. She frowned. What was wrong with her today that fate decided to give her a bad day...and perhaps bad luck?

Sighing and trying to smile (though it was evident she was distressed a little what with all that happened to her) she decided to march right in and take a seat. She saw a couple of first years bustle about speaking with her other housemates and remembered how much she was like that during her first year...well...she was shyier last year and had trouble speaking straight to even her own housemates, but she was determined to improve on that and well, she did improve but still had a long way to go. It was all thanks to kurumi, adam, cass and more of her friends that Heather's stuttering lessened when speaking."well then..." she said to no one in particular, turning to her robe's pockets that contained her Camera. "no use in being shy...i wonder what the first years this year are like..." she giggled. she did want to be called 'big sister' for once, after all she was always mistaken as a really little girl even if she did grow up. (thanks to that incurable height of hers.)

Jacqueline saw a cute boy coming towards her. ''Oh sure you can join me.''she slighly moved. ''I am Jacqueline,nice to meet ya. And I am second year.''she said quickly,pretty much excited about a new boy she has just met.''And you?''she asked a little shy. It was a bit noisy at the table,but she totally loved it.

Selina laughed at the older Slytherin. She didn't care what her father said, Slytherin's were not that bad. Oh god, if her father only knew that she was considering being put in Slytherin. His heart would have dropped... but what Daddy didn't know wouldn't hurt him. He was already upset enough that she was dating a Demitri, a Slytherin.

Then a thought popped into her head. She wondered if the Evan knew Demitri. He was a second year. What was the harm in asking.

"Hey, snakie. Do you know anyone by the name of Demitri Youngblood?"

Rene was not in the mood for a feast. I think that she had to much stuff on the train. She walked over to the gryffindor table and took a seat and looked around hoping for a friendly face to talk to her.

Sophie was just about to look over at the Slytherin table after Evan when Adam drew her attention back to the table. Nodding she said "Yes, I’m a fifth year!" to answer his second question she took a few moments to place her words right. She watered her lips "You can get asked to become a prefect for your house by showing good leader qualities, being on top of your studies, being helpful to both other students and the school staff and in general being active in the school." She stopped talking to go over what she had just said. It sounded good but explaining to someone else why just SHE had become a prefect wasn’t the easiest. Why she had been chosen was though something only Madam Donovan could answer.

Sophie just then spotted a brunette whom she remembered vaguely had been sorted the previous year. Arabella something was her name. Waving at the younger girl she called out "Hello, looking forward to the start of classes? You’re Arabella-Marie right?" At last she had grasped the fleeting name of the girl.

Sophie had kept an eye on the sorting process as another girl came over and sat down not too far from her looking a bit alone and lost. Catching the younger girls gaze she beamed warmly at her. "Hello, I’m Sophie one of the house prefects. Welcome to Gryffindor!" The repeated introductions would have been tiring for some but not for the brunette. Sophie felt right in her zone now that she was making good headway and eased troubles if only for a little by meeting them with friendliness and warmth.

A girl dressed in snake uniform come over and stood just looking at the Gryffindor table longingly it seemed. Sophie made eye contact and smiled warmly at her. "Hey, are you looking for someone?" If she was then the brunette would help out. If the girl had something else on her heart then Sophie would listen and if possible offer help and advice.

So many new people!

Sophie had just turned to pour herself a new glass of pumpkin juice when an older boy sat down at the table right next to her. Still holding pumpkin juice bottle in hand she asked "Would you care for some juice while we wait for the headmaster’s speech?" Pouring her glass full of the cold and delicate juice Sophie added as a way of introduction. "I’m Sophie. Gryffindor prefect and you are?"

Sophie had followed Evan as he made his way over to the Gryffindor table. Her fellow prefect greeted a first year which she guessed he must have spoken to on the train. Hearing his reference to her she called out "Hey, Evan! Thanks for the compliment. You don't look too halfbad yourself." She gave him a wink before eavesdropping on the conversation he had with the new Gryffindorette. Evan was trying to convince the first year that his house was better. Sophie waited for the younger girl's next response to see if she needed to cut in or not.

Evan's eyes drifted back to Sophie again. What was taking her so long? Sure, he knew firsties were full of questions and that it was primerily her duty to explain, but really... He turned back at his own table, not feeling a little panicked. Should he have stayed at his table too? Were Iris and Trixie having a hard time because he was absent? He narrowed his eyes, trying to make out faces at his fellow table. Not many people were around them or drowning them with their questions, it looked. Nah, they were doing fine. He hoped so.

Chuckling at the nickname, he returned his attention to this little firstie who was asking him something. He paused at the question, blue eyes drifting off for a second to think. "I don't think so..." he said slowly. "Though... I remember vaguely a Demitri from last year in the class of..." He tried to remember. Which class was it? Must be History of Magic, because the teacher was new to the school and was trying to learn names. Also, it was a class they were all seated. Yeah, must be "...History of magic." Then, he gave her a look.

"Why d'you ask?"
Before he could get a response from her though, he finally heard Sophie's voice calling out for him... and making him blush. Biting his bottom lip, he tried to smile and cool his cheeks off. She wasn't supposed to hear that 'pretty' that had slipped out of his mouth! He managed to smile at last, after a few seconds, and waved his hand to call her, if she was done with other's questions, of course.

"Huh. I thought I saw her in your compartment. Well, anyway, your cookies are very good. They look great too. Your a great baker." Maybe he just saw some of this girl's friends with Elyon. He shrugged and noticed she sort of bowed as he shook her hand. It was a little odd but, ah well.

Christopher thought back on his first year and tried to recall a girl handing out cookies. "Actually, I think I might remember that." He didn't remember much, but he deffinately did remember something. "I'm sorry, no. I've been at Hogwarts since my first year. You probably don't remember me because I was usually off reading in my room or just hidden behind a book. I'm trying to work on being more social." He blushed. He was too shy for his own good.

Arabella-Marie smiled at the prefect who talked to her and said "Yeah i am looking forward to classes and yeah I am Arabella-Marie" Arabella-Marie was amazed this girl had a good memory

Christopher looked up and saw Simon walking over to the Gryffindor table. He waved, but he didn't think Simon saw him. He shrugged and turned around. He'd probably run into him again sooner or later. They were in the same year and they were bound to have atleast one class together.

Sebastian heard someone talking to him and he turned to his right, facing a girl, who seemed to be in Gryffindor as well. "Oh, yes please, thanks." He said, politely. Hmm, this girl seemed pretty nice. Oh wow, Gryffindor prefect? "A prefect is a really high power, am I correct?" He asked, hoping he was right. How was he supposed to know what a prefect was. "Anyhow, it's nice to meet you, Sophie. I'm Sebastian." He said holding out his hand for the girl to shake. He hoped that he was speaking correctly and she was understanding, instead of his Italian accent getting in the way.

Sophia sighed as she sight down at the Gryffindor table. She was very stressed and very tierd. Her flight back from New York City left her with some seirous jet-lag. She figured she should still make a good impression on her fellow Gryffindors, so she put a smile on her face, but she was not happy whatsoever. She was devestated.

The trip to New York had been hard on her. It wasn't meant to be fun, and it sure wasn't. She thought about what had happened and a tear dripped down her cheek. She tried to wipe it away before anyone noticed.

Rene began to give up hope on the Gryffindor's friendly side. She got up and before she left the table she saw a girl she looked like she was alittle upset and she sat down next to her "Are you okay?" she asked hoping that the girl would be open and she would be able to help. "Im Rene Cullen."

Sophia quickly wiped away another tear before the girl standing before her could see it. "Fine." she said, in her thick Italian accent. She smiled weakly at the girl. "Just been a rough week." she said, quietly. Very rough she thought.

Sophia might have seemed ungreatful, but she was actually very happy that someone came to talk to her. Sophia couldn't seem to find any of her friends at the moment. It was chaos in this room. "Sophia Lombardi." she said, sticking her hand out to shake Rene's.

She looked at the girl as she wiped away another tear from her face. Rene could tell that the gril was not okay but she really didnt want to pry to much. If the girl wanted to talk she would no need to make a big deal about it. "Do you want to talk?" she asked making an effort there was no need for the girl to anwser if she didn't want to.


Taking Sophia's outstreched hand and gave it a light shake and then let go. "Im a seventh year Huffie, Im from New York and I like fruit." but she was sure taht sapia knew that she had yellow robes but the other info was just to livin up the mood. "What year are you?" she asked softly

Sophia grinned, gratefully. "Maybe later." she said. The story was pretty sad, and she didn't want to ruin anyone's moods, and she didn't want people feeling bad for her. She hated being the center of attention. Always has, always will.

Huffie. She smiled. She loved the word Huffie, because it made her giggle! "I am a second year Gryffie, I am from Italy, and I love gelatto." she said, smiling. Sophia was very young compared to this girl, but she didn't mind. It was nice to hang out with older kids sometimes. "What is your favorite thing about Hogwarts?" she asked Rene.

Sophie smiled inwardly. It paid to put names and faces to memory."Pleased to meet you, I’m Sophie." As the younger girl spoke about classes she inquired "So do you have any favorite subjects you’re most looking forward to attending?"

Turning to the boy whom introduced himself as Sebastian she poured him a glass of could pumpkin juice. "Yes, a prefect is a high power. The highest though is head boy/girl which is something only a seventh year student can become." Sophie shook the boy’s outstretched hand and beamed "Pleased to meet you too, Sebastian!" He had an accent which she had troubled placing but it sounded beautiful. "Where do you come from? I gather from your accent that you’re not British." Drinking some pumpkin juice she relaxed in her seat for a bit.

Sophie caught sight of Evan’s wave for her to come over. But felt reluctant to leave. Patroclus was not at the feast so she felt that her duty was to remain with her housemates and to be available for questions or potential situations that could arise. Waving for Evan to instead come to her as there was a vacant seat next to her, Sophie remained put. "Come here Evan! How’s it going over at the snake table?" If something were to happen it would not be good if the house prefect was absent.

Arabella-Marie smiled at Sophie and said "Well i am looking forward to attending Ancient Runes Sophie" Arabella-Marie was fascenated with the subject of Ancient Runes

Alex smiled and then sat down next to the girl. "Great." he chuckled. "I'm Alex by the way." he extended his hand towards the girl.

"Nice to meet you Jacqueline." Alex smiled and sat down next to her. He was sitting by the Gryffindor table, how cool was he?! Act cool, act cool. "I'm Alex, I'm in my third year. he smiled. "And I'm a..." he glanced around them to be sure that no Gryffindor would attack him, better safe than sorry. "A Slytherin." he said turning back to Jacqueline.

Well she made an effort and Sophia had said she would talk well maybe later. "Okay" she agreed and didnt push it any further. She only hope she knew that she wanted to help nothing could make her feel better than to help.


Gryffie the first time she had heard that one before and she gave a giggle and returned to the converstation. "I've been to Italy, Its really beautiful." she commented "My favorite thing is that..." she paused "That look on a first years face when they walk in the Great Hall. Its a mix of fear and excitment. Besides that the people and teachers the nice ones anyways" she said

Arabella-Marie smiled and said "Nice to meet you Alex, I am Arabella and i am guessing that your a slytherin" Arabella-Marie had nothing against Slytherins the majority of them that she had met so far were all very nice

Brittany walked over to the Gryffindor table Nervous But determined. Somehow throughout the course last year she only seemed to Befriend Huffies and snakes. She decided over the summer she would "Broaden Her horizen" whatever that means .

She sat down at the table feeling so out of place because she knew her Huffie colors were standing out extremely good right now. Gryffindors were suppose to be brave right? Maybe one would be brave enough to start up a conversation with her *smirk*

Sophia saw a girl she didn't know. She was a Gryffindor like Sophia. "Hey." she said, in her thick Italian accent, smiling weakly. She was still sad and tired. "I am Sophia Lombardi, second year Gryffie." she said, sticking out her hand to shake the girl's. "What is your name?" she asked, tilting her head to the side slightly.