So, now he got it right. Treyen nodded and smiled before finally taking a turkey sandwich into his plate. However, the Hufflepuff frowned slightly when he answered it was both good and not so good.

Well, everything wasn't perfect, especially after today Treyen was most certain of that. "That's why you said I had more fun in Italy, you weren't precisely there on vacation," he assumed Simon had gotten there on some sort of royal affairs, and if it was anything like the Ministry ones then it was completely boring.

"I see," and he understood. But this was rather awesome, he'd been thinking about the Half-blood Prince and Hogwarts actually had a Prince.

There was a smile on his face again, "Yeah, why not? I have no plans for this summer, you know?" but of course he didn't, the holidays weren't even here yet. "Actually, I do." Like, a couple questions at the moment, "Why exactly do you come to Hogwarts? Did your father come as well when he was your age? Is there any other sort of education you get?" like, how to act in public and such?

Simon looked at Treyen and gave a little laugh, he couldn't help it. "Yeah that is why I said it, I was there meaning the Italian Prime Minister and a few other important people, it was so boring, the only time I was allowed anywhere was when I had by bodyguards with me." Simon sighed.

Simon smiled he was glad when Treyen said why not, he just hoped that his parents would say yes, it wasn't like they could say no or anything and then the questions came, well Simon knew that Treyen probably would have had some. "To answer your first one I have no idea, all I know was that my cousin Antonia Dumont was coming to the school and that my father and my uncle had talks about something and then the next thing I knew I was coming to Hogwarts." Simon smiled. "I have no idea if my father did come to hogwarts or not." Simon was being truthful there. "Yes before I came here I was taught at home, I was taught how to dance and how to be polite at all times." Simon looked a bit uneased when saying that, because he had started to forget that lesson.

That...yeah, Simon was right, Treyen did have more fun in Italy. Italy! Gelato! He...never told Hadley if she knew how it was made, none of the books at home held any recipes of the sorts and he'd forgotten to ask Ellie if she found out something about it.

Well, who cares about gelato and how to make it, when we're missing two Professors over here and have a Security Guard that takes twice their space.

The boy nodded and smiled kindly. The mention of 'Dumont' was key in here, because if he remembered correctly..."We had a Professor named Antonio Dumont back in my first year, my first Divination Professor," he stated. Divination. Nolan. Ellie. So many things had changed over four years, well, technically three, since this was the beginning of the fourth.

And then he said...dancing? "Oh, really? Dancing? I was taught how to do so properly here at Hogwarts, actually, my dancing instructor is still here." Somewhere around, hopefully not getting in trouble.

"I bet you do act like a Prince during the holidays or the summer, right?" because, really? Polite? At Hogwarts? Not exactly all the time.

Simon smiled. "Yeah, I believe that my uncle might have taught here." Simon said truthfully. "He decided that he was going to go into teacher after he finished school so it could be the same one I'm not sure though, I must admit aparently not many people where happy about him going into teaching." Simon couldn't see why. "My cousin is the same years as me, maybe I can introduce her to you at some stage." Simon then remembered something. "Just don't tell her about her being a Princess she sort of doesn't know about that yet." Simon was sure when she found out it would be a shock.

Simon smiled. "I was taught dancing by a Professional apparently it is important that people like me know how to dance." Simon sighed, he remember how he had been forced to dance for 3 hours one day until he got the step perfect. "I have to act grown up at home, but here's it's different." Simon laughed, he knew if his father saw him here he wouldn't be happy. "Treyen I tell you this because you are my best friend, and I didn't want to keep any secrets from you but can you not tell anyone else please." Simon hoped Treyen wouldn't, he didn't know how anyone else would take it.

What? Really? It's a small world after all.

"Well, if your uncle was Antonio Dumont, then he did," and he'd been a Professor long before Treyen started Hogwarts too, for Kaika was surprised to hear that he was teaching Divination back then. "Good Professor," the little he remembers of him, anyway.

He had a cousin here as well? "What House is she in?" because she wasn't a Hufflepuff, otherwise they'd met by now, right? Not necessarily, it did take two years for Treyen to meet Arya, and they were first years together. The fourth year nodded, he won't say anything. It's not like the first thing that could pop into his mind would be "So, you're the Princess?"[/b]. Simon was safe.

In all fairness, he was also taught by a professional, if one counted Ellie's ballet lessons as professional training. He chuckled, "Er, yeah, my lessons weren't like that exactly, and it was only once," last year didn't count as a lesson.

Act grown-up? Treyen was getting there...some time during his 20's, right?

"Oh, no, don't worry, I won't tell a soul," he said, shaking his head. If it got around it was probably because Sir Nick, the Gryffindor ghost could be around. But not by him. No.

"So, uh, you'll be King one day, correct?" he asked, taking a bite of his sandwich.

Simon looked at Treyen. "She's is Slytherin." Simon said. "She keeps herself to herself, I must admit, I haven't seen her at all this term, which was odd because he would have normally said hello to her at some stage, hopefully he would see her soon. "I think she's sort of shy." Simon had this feeling she was but he wasn't sure.

Simon smiled at Treyen. "I am glad your lessons weren't like that, it's so hard and they alway critise you for the smallest mistake." He laughed as he thought about the time his dance teacher had critised his dad and then there were fireworks.

Simon was glad that Treyen wouldn't tell anyone and then the next question came as a shock. "No not unless something bad happens, I'm like 15th in line or something like that." Simon said truthfully, he didn't want to give Treyen any ideas."

Simon then decided it was his turn to ask Treyen something, it was just something he had noticed. "Treyen what is going on with you and that older hufflepuff boy, you know the one that was seeker, I can't remember his name." Simon said truthfully.

Er, what? Slytherin? Hmmm, Treyen raised an eyebrow, it was safe to say that he didn't trust Slytherins, but then Fee had turned out to be quite different. Very different, actually. "Oh, yes, no wonder I've never met a Dumont, I don't know many Slytherins." He tended to step away from that House. Except with Chicken girl and the vuvuzela thing last year.

Man, yeah! His lesson was AWESOME. The prettiest girl in the room, too, no? Yes, Treyen was NOT mentioning that. And speaking of pretty girls...he actually wondered what ever happened to the one named Kaia who was browsing through brooms. "Well, your lessons are supposed to make you perfect at it or close to perfection, whilst mine I believe was not to appear ridiculous in the dance floor," and he certainly didn't.

Wait a minute! 15th in line? "How many brothers do you have?" because, if he remembered correctly, wasn't the first born supposed to take the King's place once the King is dead?

Yeah, Treyen looked confused.

And now he was suspicious. Why was Simon asking about Jake? Had Jake sent him or something? "I...don't trust him, that's all," fair enough, Jake could live with an answer like that. Hopefully, Simon too.

Simon looked at Treyen. "That's true, apparently when you are at a formal dinner party or something like that your suppost to know how to dance." Simon laughed, even though he had been taught how to dance he sometime forgot. "I once got told off for doing the wrong dance infront of someone important, I did an indian dance and the person wasn't happy."

"Well you see I have 3 older brother and the oldest one who is 21 has 2 sons already and then there's one who's 19 and he already has a son and is married and then there one that is 16 and has just finished school and is going on to university." Simon said truthfully.

Simon wondered why Treyen wouldn't trust him, he trusted Treyen enough to tell him his secret. "Okay then Treyen." Simon smiled, but he was still a bit upset he thought that they were friends and if someone was annoying Treyen then Simon would annoy that person it just made sence right.

Apparently the girl wasn't going to stop bombarding him yet with questions he had grown tired of answering ever since the term started which was much to his chagrin. Wasn't his name suffice enough? "Seventh year."

Well, Treyen could only imagine, right? But he totally understood that what might have been fun for Simon, wasn't fun for anyone else at that party. The little Lockhart still had a lot to learn if Aaron was going to be ruling the world. He didn't let his mind worry about such things, for it wasn't happening any time soon.

And after listening to what Simon said next, it seemed that he wasn't becoming a King soon, either. "Oh, I see," and he's the first one to come to Hogwarts. Well, he's a lucky Prince. His brother was 19 and married...he was only older than Treyen for 5 years...WHAT?! Treyen definitely couldn't see himself married in 5 years...it was...there are no words for it. "Do you have to get married so young?" well, his sister was already 21 and he was certain she was focused on Quidditch more than anything, Treyen only assumed that such a thing would happen in the royal life.

Treyen merely nodded. It was true, he didn't trust Jake.

Fee made her way to the Huffie table.Maybe she would find some of her friends here.Hopefully Simon wouldnt be here at the moment.No need to see him after all the bad things he had said about her. But well there were other huffies.Cool huffies.And maybe the blonde would get to know more fab people.Hehe. Walking to the free seat not to far away the Slytherin looked around for familiar faces.

Hmmm... No one.Oh well then she would just grab some food and maybe read the newest witch weekly.Sooner or later someone would come up and talk to her, she was sure.

Mmm. FOOD!

Chandler lazily walked down to the Hufflepuff table in search of some food. Okay, not some LOTS because he was huuuuungry and when he was he'd probably have lots to eat. That's just how he was. SHRUG. Maybe some chocolate would do him some good for now and then he'd probably make a stop to the kitchens and grab more food, eat it and then go back to the common room. Sounded GOOD...and it just made him more hungrier. He started to roam his eyes all over the FULL length of the Hufflepuff table, oh where was that chocolate. He saw Fee though, she wasn't chocolate but she was cool. "Fee!" He exclaimed, grinning at her and then scanning at the table again for more chocolate.

Arabella-Marie smiled and said "I am in my second year" Arabella-Marie was going to stop asking Cedric questions and let him get on with his breakfast she was hungry but wasnt really in the mood to eat

Fee looked up as she heard a familiar voice addressing her. Ohhh it was Chandler.A smile spread on her face and she waved at the boy."Heeey Chandler",she said,"hungry?"Of course he was hungry, how typical.When wasnt he hungry when the two met?!Weeel that was probably because they always seemed to meet at the great hall.And you either came here to study or to eat.Mostly eat."What are you searching for?",the blonde asked noticing him scanning the room.Mhhhh what would she eat?! Noodles?Grapes?Pizza? Hehe.

"Bonjour, 'ow are you?" Chandler asked her, with a small smile. Hungry? SNORT. Of course he was. "Of course I am." He said chuckling, the first time they met, he was hungry and now he was hungry again. Maybe if they met in the future he'd probably be hungry too. But hey, they WERE in the great hall after all so it made sense. "Umm, food," as if that wasn't obvious, "but chocolate really." Mmm, he was in the mood for some sugary goodness.

"I am good",the blonde smiled at the guy",what about you?"Was it weird that they always met at the great hall?!Mhhh... nooo.The great hall was important, who would survive without food?!"Ohhhh why did i even ask?",she laughed a little at his answer.Guys seemed to have charmed stomaches so everything fitted in there.Hehe."Chocolate again?You addict",the Slytherin chuckled,"but i am not so sure if you will find any.Havent seen chocolate here."If the huffies had no they could always sneak to the Slythie's and borrow some.Hah.

*Walking down the tables until he got to Hufflepuff's he sat down and rested his head on the table. As he did this he made himself a very large plate of food without looking. He was still so tired and had no idea why. That wasn't true, he knew why. With another great yawn he sat up and started eating absentmindedly*

Realizing he was sort of displaying rude actions, he cocked his head to the little girl and put on a happy face. It was hard to feign cheerfulness especially when he was this true to himself. He could be really like that at times. But really, later on, he'd regret being a bit cranky and indifferent. His being occasionally somewhat cranky and indifferent makes him instill a bad impression on people's minds. He didn't like that. "It was nice to meet you." He smiled, turned back to his plate, and started shoving food into his mouth.

*Hearing what sounded a little like a vacuum Matty looked up to see his house prefect. Wow. Matty thought he ate a lot.*
"Woah... you eat as much as I do."

Eat as much as he does? Cedric froze, apparently transfixed due to that sudden remark from who... ah, Matthias, a Huffie boy. He put down his fork, and turned to his... um, watcher? "Nah, 'tis what you call Feasting. Eating fast so as to conserve time. Time's gold and don't you forget that." Cedric went back to eating, but now grinding the food a bit slowly and consciously. For all he knew he might just have more watchers and yes, much to his distress, they might just be watching him as he shoved food into his mouth.

"You sound like my uncle." *Matty laughed shaking his head as he started to eat again.*
"You could be doing so many other things then wasting time with cornflakes."
*His uncle was an army man, you eat fast or not at all.*

Hmm. Cedric didn't like to have been told that he sounded or talked like somebody else but since he was being sorta compared to Gabben, who was quite cool, who also happened to be the boy's uncle and his friend, it couldn't be that worst a thing at all. Cedric just smiled in response. And then the boy mentioned cornflakes. So do Gabben has a farm of corn now? And the corns harvested were processed to become cornflakes? Pretty interesting. "Ah, how's your uncle kid?"

*Matty looked up confused then remembered this guy knew his uncle. He just shrugged and looked back down into his food.*
"He's good... married and stuff. He's about to have a baby. Well no not him, my aunt is. My uncle can't-... you know what I mean. They are about to have one together."

"Zat's good." Yeah, at least her life wasn't filled with a million problems and it was easy flowing. Right? Or did Fee have drama and all sorts going on? Chandler didn't know and he wasn't just going to question out of the blue now was he? "I'm good just...as you already know 'ungry." He laughed. And the food on the table made him even MORE hungry. "I 'ave no idea and it's kinda obvious I would be, I mean zis iz ze great 'all after all." See, good point which led him to think that it was kinda funny that they had always met at the great hall, both occasions when he had been hungry of course. "I 'ad chocolate before?" He really couldn't remember. SHRUG. "Oh well, I'm just in ze mood for it I guess zo no calling me an addict." He stuck his tongue out at her, teasingly. "Eh, if not zen I'll guess I'll get some from ze kitchens." Oh how it was awesome living next to it.

Christopher made his way over to the Hufflepuff table. He hadn't seen Violet in a while and really needed to tell her something. Walking around for a little bit, he couldn't see her. He gave up and sat down, helping himself to a piece of toast. Maybe she'd turn up soon.