WOAH. SORRYYYYYYYY.

Jamie held his hands up in defeat, "okay, okay. Just askin'.." He somewhat felt the need to constantly be vigilant around Macy, because she could turn on him at any moment! "You don't even know French? How did you survive?" His perception of Beauxbatons Academy was that all the teachers taught in French. It was located in France, after all... Maybe there was a spell out there that translated foreign people. That would be absolutely cool.

o________O
Why was she always laughing at him? Was there something on his face? Stuck in his teeth? ZIPPER UNDONE?

PARANOIA!

It was a social food chain. Merlin's toes... In that case, Jamie would be at the bottom rather than at the top. The boy scratched his head, "oh, I see. Then I guess I am a Quidditch jock," he was JOKING, of course. No, Jamie was more of a nerd. Not a geek, because he certainly was stylish... although he wasn't trying to be a geek. IT MADE NO SENSE. D: And he was a little bit frightened of Macy now that she mentioned this. He now thought that everyone in the common room labelled each other as soon as they walked through the door. What was he labelled as?! WHAAAT.

"Yes, that's clear. Thanks." Thanks? The food chain was the most ridiculous thing he had ever heard, why was he thanking her? "Where are you on the food chain?" Let's guess... Glamour Queen? The totally awesome group? Was it possible to make up your own group in the chain? If so, then he would start his own.

The group would be 'awesome' and they'd be at the top.

"Nice to meet you too, another snake!" said Savannah. "I'm in fourth. You?" Better she's one of the younger grades. "You probably didn't see my much last year because I was always somewhere alone." then she added. "And don't ask why."

The truth was, after Chase Green was gone. She felt very lonely. Other friends of hers were all gone too. She just stuffed her head in a box for that whole year. But now, she finally had the courage to pull her out head and smell fresh air again. Besides, Cassiopeia, her little sister, is starting Hogwarts and Savannah wants to set up a good example.

Savvy put her spell book away and held Stallion in her arms. Stop wiggling!!

... another snake?

Well... yes. Helena was a snake now, wasn't she?

"Second," she said, grinning. Not a first year anymore! But... the girl's grin faded as Savannah went on. Okay, no questions, even though she was curious. But when wasn't she curious?

"Is it yours?" Helena asked all of a sudden, smiling at the dog Savannah was holding. Ahh and she suddenly remembered about her Hades. She missed him, but she'll definitely visit him as soon as she could.

Jimbo Farley walked into the common room after spending a bit more time in the Great Hall after Monty left him. He'd been mostly eating and thinking but also doing a bit of people watching. He'd been thinking about what sort of things he'd do this year.

True, he'd lost some of his fourth year flair but that didn't mean he couldn't do similar things. He wasn't completely...normal. Yet.
...

At least, he hoped he wasn't and wouldn't ever be.
Normal people were...weird.

With that confusing thought, he sat himself right in the middle of the room, on the ground with his legs crossed. If people wanted to get by they would just have to walk around him. As usual, he took some candy out of his pocket - a chocolate frog - and began to eat it, staring at the fireplace a bit farther ahead of him. He felt his turtle, Pebbles, crawl out of his pocket, still munching on a licorice wand.

He'd probably end up tripping someone where he was sitting.

Oh well.

The blonde could see that Peyton was annoyed, but what if the gecko was in her hair? That would be funny. And.... it was true. Well Merlin's beard, the Malfoy had funny luck. Fate had weird ideas about things.

Emma laughed as Peyton told her that Iris liked her hair. Well that was very nice of her. "Ah, well at least someone likes it." she exclaimed, giggling with Peyton. Merlin's beard. She jumped as she heard the hiss. Perhaps the gecko could understand parsletongue. Not that Emma knew how to speak that or anything.

" Time to come out Iris. You can go explore other people's locks of hair later." she whispered, softly in parsletongue before saying it in English.

Knox WAS a pretty cool name, he had to agree there. He was glad his parents hadn't named him something boring like ... like Bob. He didn't voice this out loud though, knowing his luck there would be someone called Bob in here and they'd kick his butt.


"Still, it sounds scary!" Knox pouted playfully when Helena assured him that this crazy tree didn't run. Well, DUH! Trees didn't have legs! Did they? Herbology wasn't exactly his strongest subject.. he was more of a Divination kinda guy.

Crystal balls were full of pretty.

See...second...

Savannah patted her dog softly. "Yeah, I got her in my first year. His name is Stallion." Savannah said proudly. Then she saw suddenly saw Helena's sad face. "What's wrong?" She asked.

Savannah looked up as another boy walked into the room. What was weird was, he just sat there in the middle of the room, eating candy. Awkward.

"Hey!" Savannah called out form her seat. She couldn't stand a person like that, doing whatever he wants. "If you want to sit or eat somewhere, why don't you go to a place where you won't block someone's way!" Savannah tried not to sound mean. Let's just say that it looks.

Savannah looked funny at Knox when he looked off somewhere else. "Hello!" Savannah cried, waving her hand in front of his face. Savannah wonder what he's thinking, fairytales again??

"It does not!" Helena said, playing along. Or... did it... sound scary? Neah. Not unless you get close to the crazy tree, giving it the opportunity to... probably have fun.

And then... She suddenly remembered something. "Have you seen that weird ship? On the lake?" The girl asked curiously. She wondered what could it be doing there. Or... how did it get there? Didn't Hogwarts have those spells, so it wouldn't be found? Helena could only hope it was not some kind of muggle pirate ship.

"It's a pleasure to meet you, Stallion," Helena said playfully, smiling at the adorable dog. She loved animals. Even though she was super afraid of insects. Any kind.

"Hmm?" That was all she managed to mumble. "Nothing, I guess," she shrugged. "I was just thinking about my owl." Her tiny, cute and adorable owl.

He turned towards the Loud Girl, eyebrows raised. No that tiny girl did not just yell at him. Staring right at her as he did it, he took out half his candy from his pocket (which was a LOT) and spread it out on the ground around him.

Then he proceeded to lay in it, all his limbs spread wide and taking up as much space as possible.

How did she like THAT?

Talking to him that way. Hmph. He was in seventh year, much, much older than her. And she had the nerve...hmph.

Macy sighed irritably, though she couldn't resist a chuckle. How did she survive? "I mean, I can speak French- just not well. I probably have the French vocabulary of a six year old," she clarified. Unfortunate as it was, it was true.

PFFFFFT. Quidditch jock. Suuuuure. The girl gave a grin and rolled her eyes sarcastically. "Of course," she said. For all she knew he totally could be. However, not only could she tell he was completely kidding, but he was most definitely not built for it. She would know. Macy gave Jamie an unsure look as he thanked her, pretty sure he wasn't thankful at all. Whatever. She really didn't care, as long as he wasn't in the dark about all these things- the whole social web was a rather important aspect of a person's schooling experience.

O_____O where was she?? ... Erm.

The girl crossed her arms and tried to think. Gosh. Why did this kid want to know anyways? And more importantly, WHY was she considering telling him?? ... Well it was only fair, she had asked him first and he'd answered. Though the answer was sarcastic, so maybe she could use that as an excuse. *sigh* No, no. Then he'd question her big-kid authority. "I dunno," she shrugged. "Probably somewhere between a nerd and a complete weirdo." She was also one of those people that was neither a girly girl nor a tomboy. Seriously. She liked to skateboard and shop. Her whole existence was a question.

"A six-year-old? That's rubbish." He wasn't going to lie. No wonder she left Beauxbatons, she probably couldn't understand any of the bloody lessons, and alas, wasn't learning anything. Hehe. "Bet you're looking forward to English people, then?" HE certainly was, oddly.

Why doubt his jockness? "Okay, I am not quite a Quidditch jock. I wouldn't go near a broomstick unless my reputation was on the line." Yes, his reputation was very small at the moment, but he had lots of time to build it up. And he would, because that's basically all that mattered to him right now. Being cool. And Macy was helping him... sort of. By teaching him about the food chain, and all. If that even helped...

"If you dunno, then let's make up our own and be the leaders." Jamie suggested with wide eyes. It would be fun! Nerd and a weirdo? He put on a surprised expression, and looked carefully at Macy for a moment. "Hey. You aren't a nerd or a weirdo." He said it as if he was consoling her or something.

Jamie didn't talk to weirdos. Even though..

.. he kinda... was one. *coughcoughcough* What?

Back to the point. "You are cool, Macy. We both are." He said proudly, getting all of the weirdo/nerdy crap out of his mind. JUST. THINK. COOL. ALL THE TIME. Even though they weren't Hufflepuffs, (which sucked) they were still somewhat cool.

"It's nice to meet you too Helena!" Savannah said in a high pitched voice, as though Stallion himself was talking. She took one of Stallion's paw and waved it at Helena. "Good boy." Savvy said softy in her dog's ear.

"Oh." Savannah decided not to say anything about that just now.

"Hey, do you want to hold him?" Savannah offered with a smile, trying to cheer Helena up. "He doesn't bite or anything."

Savannah turned away from the seventh year boy and rolled her eyes. There's no hope dealing with these type of people. Ugh.

She turned back around and saw him spreading his candies (yum, yum,) around the floor. Then she turned back again looking gloomy.

It doesn't matter how old you are. It doesn't mean that you can just do anything! Savannah decided to ignore him for now, until he bothers her. Savannah hard tried not to think about the candies.

HA! That's right. Who wins? He does. As always.

Because he is The Farley. And no one messes with The Farley.
With an evil grin, he began rolling around on the floor, making candy snowangels, being careful not to hurt Pebbles. He kept eating his candies as he did this. If he wasn't careful - which he usually wasn't - he might start choking.

Macy nodded. "As you might have noticed, French is not my favorite language." Most definitely not. Actually, she couldn't stand it. It was weird and sounded awkward... Especially when she was talking, but they weren't going to go into that. "Oh yes. Especially since the only time I got to use English was when I went home or when I was talking to myself,"

... O___O uhh. Forget she just said that.

Bahahahaha!! Ohh, this kid was growing on her. "I love flying! I just can't stand quidditch," she replied. Yeah. She was definitely a strange one. She'd actually just gotten a new broom for her birthday. Heh. Maybe she could coax Jamie onto it. Hehehehe. CHALLENGE ACCEPTED! Yes, she was going to turn him into not only the awesomest person at Hogwarts- other than herself of course- but also into her amazing minion/sidekick/evil henchman... Okay, maybe not a henchman, because a henchman on a broom would be bad.

:O Was he seriously consoling her? As shocking as it was, Macy was touched. Awww. That was too adorable. He didn't think she was weird!! ... Yeah, he seriously had not met her yet. However, the thought was nice. "Fine. Well then we could be part of the SuperAwesomeLeagueOfAwesomeSauceness." Yes. That would be freaking amazing.

"But I thought French was the language of luuuuuurve." He attempted the flirty eyes but it just looked like he had a fly IN his eye. And NO, he was not flirting with Macy. Flirting was grooooooooooooss. Jamie cleared his throat awkwardly. "I mean, I thought all girls went all swoony over French people... or is it Italian people?" He should know, he was a stud muffin who knew girls inside out. Pffft.

As soon as she said 'I love flying', Jamie prepared to get all lecturey on her, but then she said she hated Quidditch and his eyebrow raised. "You do? YES, it's like... barbaric!!! They all just wanna kill each other." It hurt his brain when he thought of it. One of the roles was 'BEATER'. How on Earth did the sport pass the test of.... school safety and sanity?

SuperAwesomeLeagueOfAwesomeSauceness!!!! He loved it. "That sooooo fits us, liiike wow!" He grinned widely. He even wanted to stand up and shout their sudden authority over everyone else. Lay down some ground rules to these cunning Slytherins.

'Cause like, no one else was awesome sauce in here... they were all scary.

"So, Macy. Aren't you so glad I bumped into you and that you met someone so cool?" Maybe it was too early to ask that. What if had still yet to have made an impression on her?! OHGOSH, FAIL. He was glad he bumped into her. He liked Macy.

Lola Jones was a multi-tasker.

Little did they know that whiiiiile she was distracted by the ceiling, she was secretly looking at all them Slytherin people to see if they'd be kind enough to introduce themselves to her, become her friend forever, and have a good night's rest!

BUT NO! SHE WAS IGNORED. Hated. Hated, I tell you.

Why couldn't she have been placed into a Hufflepuff? Hufflepuffs. They looked so cool. So yellow. So amazing. And they were certainly open to each other and they were all frieeeeends and they all had a good, nice time with each other and HUFFLEPUFF FTW. She imagined it (now she was doing three things), imagining how her and her Hufflepuff friends would take venture out into the world as the most amazing best friends forever.

FOREVAR!

What was this?!

Lola glanced at a girl who raised her hand, volunteering to be her friend. LOVELY! See?! This wasn't so bad. "You'll be my friend you'll be my friend YOU'LL BE MY FRIEND???" she squealed excitedly, hopping her way to the girl and then embracing her in a TIGHT, TIGHT hug. "We'll be friends forever okay?! Oh my god, give me a PARCHMENT and a QUILL, we need to make the friendship certificate!" Friendship certificates were authentic--almost like a contract--and once you sign it, you could never ever ever ever get out of said friendship.

The girl even offered a handkerchief. EEEK! THIS WAS IT! THIS WAS THE TRUE MEANING OF FRIENDS. Why hadn't she met her before?!

"I'm Lola Jones, daaaahling! What's your name?! WAIT," she stopped, covering the girl's mouth, "I know it, I knoooow it. You look like a Sarah... Wait... NO! Don't tell me! You're obviously a Jessic--NO, you're a Baylee, yeah? You're obviously a Baylee! Hi Baylee!" She immediately uncovered the girl's mouth and took a step backwards.

"So Baylee, tell me about yourself." She needed age, gender, life story, everything. Now.

Fee made her way to the Slytherin common room.Wow she had really missed being here.After all this weeks it felt really good to be back again.Smiling to herself the blonde searched for an amrchair near the fire.She just loved sitting there and relaxing.It seriously was the most comfy place to be around Hogwarts.

Looking around the girl searched for someone she knew but apparently none of her friends were here.Oh well,no problem the third year would just chill and wait for them.Plopping down on the armchair the nearest to the fire the blonde sighed happily.It felt great to be back to Slytherin,to Hogwarts in general.

Audrey waled into the Slytherin common room. It felt good to be back. She had missed this room more than ANY room in Hogwarts. She walked over to the fire, the best spot in the room. Warm, cozy, and...well...cozy. She sat down in the other armchair as one was already taken by a pretty blond.

Audrey saw that the girl wasn't talking to anyone so she decided to say something. With a smile on her face,"Hi," she said. "I'm Audrey Criswell. What's your name?" Maybe, just maybe, she could be the second girl to be nice to her.

LOOOOOOOL.

She raised an eyebrow (something she seemed to be doing alot of lately), before breaking out into laughter. It also reeeeeeally didn't help that he looked like he had something stuck in his eye. Macy shrugged. "Not for me it's not. It just sounds like you're trying to spit on something," she giggled. See, watch- J'aime à cracher. She would much rather listen to somebody drone on about their awkward habits in Italian.

"Exactly. I wish they had some kind of racing, or at least something that didn't involve trying to behead the other team," she agreed. It really was, as Jamie said, barbaric. The sport had to violate a law of some sort. I mean, REALLY?!

The fourteen year old leaned back and began her hysterical fit of laughter again. He was too funny. "And our mascot should be a PANDA BEAR!" she said. Because seriously, pandas were awesome-sauce. Ohh how Macy loved pandas. She wanted one of her own some day. But not like, taken out of the wild and away from it's natural habitat or anything. That would just be cruel. No, maybe if she found a baby one, crawling around abandoned on the side of the road. Then she could be it's foster mommy until they could put it back with the other pandas.

Macy rolled her eyes playfully and smiled. "Yes, because now I finally know somebody as awesome-sauce as I am." SUCCESS!!!

"You're in the wrong place, mate," declared Lulu with raised brows as she leaned forward suddenly in an attempt to catch a sprinting Sir Robin. The black-footed ferret managed to dodge her attack effectively to continue his laps around the common room. "There be no windows here, ya know? We're practically under the lake."

Lulu stood up straight. She tilted her head to ponder at what the girl had said. "Why would anyone do that?" she asked as a reply, with furrowed brows. "What does Headmaster Tate wants with other peoples' rats?" Funny little Nugget, thought Lulu as she watched the girl out of the corner of her brown eyes. It was definitely a good idea to keep her on the watch list along with the Green Haired freak at the beginning of term feast.

Ahh! Horses. Lulu nodded noncommittally. She liked horses as much as the next person but horses were expensive and they were definitely unattainable considering her home's income. Plus, what would Lulu do with a horse? Ride it into battle? What battle? What kind of witch rode a horse into battle? Shooting spells from on top of a horse wasn't nearly as cool as, say, a dragon! Now that is impressive.

"Scary is good," said Lulu feeling flattered. She wanted to pat Robin on the head in a congratulatory manner but he was still busy running around, completely hyperactive due to the sensory overload of being back at Hogwarts. "Fear is power, they say. Nice to meetcha, Orabelle. Name's Lulu."

Lulu was wiping her hands on the back of her robes, wondering if it was a good idea to extend a hand to Orabelle or not. The most wise decision seemed to be the latter, as the constant wrinkling of Orabelle's nose was very off putting. Faith had taken the time to speak again and Lulu grinned at her wryly. "Where have ye been living then, if not Egypt? Anyhow, good on ye, eh? Going back home to see the family and all. Must be nice."

At least that's what Patterson assumed most people would say. There was nothing nice to her about going back home. It wasn't that she disliked her family but she never felt the need to be with them while she was at Hogwarts. She rarely missed them and only thought to write to home when she ran out of school supplies.

Lulu thought Iris brought up a good point. Why did she keep him? He had proved stubborn, impulsive, completely incapable of being trained and problematic. Lulu shook her head and sighed as she watched Robin leap from one armchair to the sofa, crawling over people's laps and tossing their books aside on accident. He was such a Gryffindor.

"I guess I keep him because my other option is abandoning him to the wilderness of the Forbidden Forest," explained Lulu, her speech fast and heavy with her Scottish accent. "He's clever for a ferret, don't get me wrong but he's still just a ferret. Abandoning him is a good as murder."

Lulu shrugged. "Eh," she grunted and stuck out her tongue, displeased. "He's named after Robin Hood. Still from the rich, give to the poor, aye? Except, I don't think he thinks of the poor but of himself, really."

There was YELLING interrupting her thoughts and conversation with the Head Girl. Lulu twisted her body to observe who had just entered the common room only to realize it was Green Head the Insane; She Who Facepalms Into Bowls of Mash. "Aiiiish," hissed Lulu and tutted repeatedly. "You made it out of the bowl of Mash? Surprising." Lulu didn't think she had two brain cells to rub together.

"Maybe you and Sir Robin should be let lose into the Forbidden Forest," muttered Patterson under her breath, low so as to not be overheard, as she made chase after Sir Robin again, hoping he wouldn't go for the girl's green wig again. "As an experiment, see who makes it out first--or at all."

How peculiarrrr! Judging by her excessive laughter, the prospect of finding French people HAWT was a big no-no to her. And then she confirmed it. "I get what you mean... they always stick their noses up, too. And some even have those ridiculous moustaches, you know?" A big curly one, sported by people commonly known as Pierre. Interesting. Jamie wanted to meet a French person now.

"Could do, could do." Jamie REALLY wasn't a sporty type. Any type of physical activity made his stomach hurt. "Or they could just make us play volleyball, or summin..." Easy peasy, that was.

A Panda Bear?!?!? Wasn't that the Hufflepuff logo?

o_____O Not to disrespect Hufflepuff, but Jamie didn't want to adopt a mascot that had already been used. That was lame.

Feeling no desire to argue, Jamie nodded, "suuuuuuuure!" OH WAIT. The Hufflepuff mascot was a BADGER! *facepalm* He suddenly felt more enthusastic. "Yess! A PANDA BEAR. We could go to a costume store and force a first year to be our mascot." Because they were no firsties, they were superior. Jamie looked around the common room for their victim. Mwahahah.

And then him and Macy could walk the corridors, wearing crowns, with their mascot and their followers parading behind them. Nodnod.

Awesome-ER! JK. Jamie actually sensed a bit of sarcasm in Macy's response. Was that even possible? "I knoow, you're so lucky. I am, too. But my head still hurts a bit. So I'm not AS lucky, I guess." It only hurt 'cause he was thinking about it too much. He was actually distracted with their cool conversation up until this point.
>_______<

Fee just sat there in her arm chair relaxing and enjoying the moment.It felt so good to be here,even school was fun.It was soo weird,if someone had told her that she would like school she would have laughed at them.But Hogwarts was different and became her second home in the last two years.It was really freaky how it was her third year already.Time was flying.

Just as the blonde fluffed up her curls a little she heard someone addressing her.Ohhh someone to talk to how sweet.Turning her head the Slytherin looked into the face of a pretty brunette.Meeting new people was always fun."Hi nice to meet you Audrey",she smiled friendly,"i am Feenella."

Audrey smiled. Yes! She's soo nice! Unlike Orabelle! she thought. The fire was even warmer than it had been a few seconds ago. Maybe it was happy to witness the possible becoming of friends.

Audrey pulled out some lip-gloss. Before she applied it, she said,"Nice to meet you, too, Feenella," she said. She glossed her lips and then asked,"So, do you have a nickname or do you like to be called Feenella?"

Savannah could help looking back at the boy, but unfortunately she did. And this time, found himself rolling on the floor. Get a grip on yourself boy!! Savannah rolled her eyes again, disgusted.

Savvy did a small puff and blew part of her hair back. Okay. She has to do something about. She has to do something about this...odd person.

The fourth year stood up from her comfy chair and put Stallion down. She walked over hastily to the boy still rolling on the floor. "Okay, it might be all right for you to roll on the floor with all those candies. But it's not okay for us! Okay? You're blocking the way! How would you feel some I roll on the floor eating all those candy? Huh?" Savannah said that with a deadly stare. At least, she hope it was a deadly stare.

Sierra was, surprisingly, in a fairly good mood as she made her way from girls dormitory and into the Slytherin common room. Maybe it had something to do with the fact that the school year had just gotten underway, or maybe it because she had yet to encounter but just one annoying Hufflepuff. Sierra wasn't sure, but either way, it surprised even her that she absolutely nothing to be annoyed about at the moment.

It was a refreshing feeling, too. If only every day could be as easy going as today... She took a quick glance around the room, taking in all the new and old faces alike, just before snagging an empty spot on a nearby couch. She craned her neck a little to peer over a crowd of first years, thinking maybe she might see one of her friends. No such luck, though. She sighed a little as she leaned back on the couch.