Ugh. This girl disgusted her. "Actually, it's Audrey," Audrey said with disgust. Why did she have to be so rude? Who did this to her? "For one, Selena was not odd at all. She was...energetic," Audrey said, calmly. This girl obviously did NOT know her cousin. "Actually, you just did. Calling someone odd is rude and mean. I'm still waiting for an answer as to why your so rude to people. I always get things out of people and I most likely won't quit bothering you until you share this information with me."

Eirian sat down at the long, shiny Slytherin table once more. This would be her last opening feast. This was the last of the first times she would sit here. There'd be no more coming back to school. This was it. And this year would go by fast, wouldn't it? It'd be here, and then WOOSH! She'd suddenly be home in that empty manor her grandmother left behind, alone with the house elves forever. Or perhaps she'd get a dreadfully boring job somewhere in the city, where she'd push papers or wave a wand to make the same damned spell endlessly, and she and her school friends would probably lose contact. But Eirian wasn't good at making new friends - probably because she really, really loathed people - so she'd be alone forever! But at least that way she wouldn't have to get married. Yeah, that was the bright side. She'd be an old spinster without any friends, but she'd never get close enough to anyone to need to confront the whole "I'm never getting married" ordeal.

Well, now that her future was arranged, Eiri found herself free to eat. But, like commitmet, eating wasn't much of the Brasileira's thing, either, so she stuck to grabbing a biscuit from the basket just in arms' reach and nibbling on it as a hamster would. She'd make the best out of this year... Yeah. That was it.

Maddox's brown eyes swiveled around the table to the boy who was talking to her. She peered at him and her face broke out into a bright smile. "Sure mate." she said answering his question about her newness. "The name's Maddox. Maddox Jones." she stuck her hand out for him to shake.

Lopping around the great hall was a tiny rusty brown Vizsla puppy. He was a rather mischievous puppy, often wandering away from his owner and not caring about the trouble he may cause or get into. Paws still too big for him, the puppy tripped over them falling flat on his head. Whimper, went the pup. He quickly hopped up like nothing had happened and kept moving. This dog was in his own little puppy heaven. He was OBSESSED with shoes and enjoyed ripping them to shreds in his spare time.

The three month old continued forward quickly smelling a familiar scent. One who he knew would have tasty shoes for him to eat. As he licked his jowls, the puppy prepared for his trademark pounce, waving his but in the air along with his tail. READY? SET. JU- Nuuu. Puppy got caught.

Snatching the puppy in his gentle grip, was Jayce. He frowned at the puppy and tapped little Woody on the nose. "Bad dog." he said sternly, with unhappiness clear on his face. Realizing who little Woody had stumbled upon, Jayce grinned. No, he didn't grin. He BEAMED. Holding the puppy a bit higher, Jayce gently held him above the girl's head. GRIN. He lowered the dog slightly, skimming the pup's soft paws along the top of her head.

Savannah turned around to see another girl waving at her. Hehe, time to meet new friends!

Savvy smiled back. "That's a pretty name." She said. "I'm Savannah, you can call me that or by my new nickname, Savvy." She winked her eye at that nickname. She thought of it, and she loves it!

Boy, it sure is hard to meet someone new. First of all, she needs to find some topic to talk about.

"So what year are you in?" Stupid question.

"Savvy, I like it!" Ever replied with a wink of her own.

Ah, the traditional old awkward-conversation-starter. Ever-Lily knew exactly where Savannah was coming from on that one, she'd done it thousands of times herself. "Third year," she stated proudly, "how about yourself?"
She drummed her fingers on the table for a moment, ('Wow, I've been doing this a lot today,' she thought to herself once she noticed she was doing it again) before adding more.

"So, tell me a little about yourself," Which wasn't vague at all. She mentally slapped herself.

"And where was that?" Ever asked, hopefully being friendly, not nosy. She had a habit of doing that, and she always seemed to notice once it was too late. She blushed a little.
"Oops, I...uh, you don't have to answer that if it's too-" She broke off before she started babbling.
'Slick, Ever. Real slick.' Her mind's voice told her.

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Lopping around the great hall was a tiny rusty brown Vizsla puppy. He was a rather mischievous puppy, often wandering away from his owner and not caring about the trouble he may cause or get into. Paws still too big for him, the puppy tripped over them falling flat on his head. Whimper, went the pup. He quickly hopped up like nothing had happened and kept moving. This dog was in his own little puppy heaven. He was OBSESSED with shoes and enjoyed ripping them to shreds in his spare time.

The three month old continued forward quickly smelling a familiar scent. One who he knew would have tasty shoes for him to eat. As he licked his jowls, the puppy prepared for his trademark pounce, waving his but in the air along with his tail. READY? SET. JU- Nuuu. Puppy got caught.

Snatching the puppy in his gentle grip, was Jayce. He frowned at the puppy and tapped little Woody on the nose. "Bad dog." he said sternly, with unhappiness clear on his face. Realizing who little Woody had stumbled upon, Jayce grinned. No, he didn't grin. He BEAMED. Holding the puppy a bit higher, Jayce gently held him above the girl's head. GRIN. He lowered the dog slightly, skimming the pup's soft paws along the top of her head.

She was completely lost in thought as she ate her bread, so Eirian didn't hear the approach of the puppy she has bought for her biffle. It was a hard feat she unknowlingly accomplished, as most of Slytherin House - predominately girls- aww'ed at the adorable baby dog. It wasn't until Jayce held the thing over her head and its paws skimmed her head that she grew curious. It was never a good idea o look up when something was clawing at your head, so, after she shrieked initially, the Brasileira ducked and sneezed onto her empty plate. The thig hovering over her head had fur, not feathers. So...

Spinning around, Eirian was met with the button on Jayce's pants. Yup. That was her best friend. But when had he gotten so tall...? "Filho?" she asked, looking up at his smiling face. It was nice to see him happy again.

Sierra absentmindedly twirled a lock of her hair as she glanced casually around the table. This conversation going on between Bissy and Evelyn was too good to miss, and then the conversation between Evelyn and Destiny wasn't half bad either.

...but wait. Bissy dated Josh Carter, as well?! Josh annoyed Sierra, although she wasn't exactly sure why. All she knew was that when Professor Lafay had accepted his gifts last term, only to burn them a second later right in front of his face, it'd given her a satisfaction she honestly didn't think she'd ever forget.

He'd called her Poisonous Princess that day, too...

It was almost a pity they'd ended on a bad note. He was the boyfriend of one of her friends, she thought, so she should probably at least make an effort. Then somewhere in the middle of the conversation, Bissy was asking her about Hogsmeade again, and so Sierra blinked and tried to refocus on that instead. "Mmm," she mumbled. "Yeah, it's nice." Not much else to say on that note, though. Hogsmeade talk seemed to be lost, anyway, in the middle of all the drama concerning Josh.

...and returning last names. Content to remain like a snake in the grass as she watched the drama unfold right in front of her eyes, Sierra remained quiet. She kept an eye on the three of them, though, as she turned her attention back to Hollingberry.



"I'd prefer," she wanted to say, "that you didn't address me at all." Instead, she settled for an intense glare. Was this one of those 'kill them with kindness' moments? It had taken Sierra somewhat by surprise, and so she found herself at a loss of words for just a few seconds. "Sierra is just fine," she finally said, although she made no promises on her part to use the name Kurumi.

"What sort of ingredients are in your cookies?" she asked, in a snarky sort of way. She'd been considering trying one since last term, but anyone who could design cookies that well just had to be an expert on the ingredients that went in them. How could she be so sure they weren't poisoned?



"So you've heard," Sierra commented, a little surprised that the news had traveled so fast. He'd only been in the position for--what? A few days at the most? He'd dropped Sierra off at the train station on his second day, so it couldn't have been longer than three or four days. "He seemed to be happy about it." Shrugging, she added, "I wouldn't really know, though, since I'm here now."

She missed her father. She'd grown a lot closer to him over the summer, what with him being the only family member around. At least he lived within walking distance from the castle. An awkward silence settled around them, and she realized they were both searching for something to say. Had the divorce really done this to them? "Of course I am," she answered. "I'm Alexander Greingoth's daughter, aren't I?" She gave him a small smile on that note. He was Alexander Greingoth's offspring, too, but they pretty both knew he didn't take after his father--at all, really.



Oh, ...lovely. So she just randomly appeared like someone who was just screaming for a new friend? She doubted that, but whatever. This kid was a first year anyway--he was likely dazed and confused. "I see," she remarked, "and what was it about me that made it seem that way?"

She narrowed her eyes in suspicion and confusion. If he hadn't known her name, then how had he known to associate her with the Greingoth man at the Ministry of Magic? "I thought you said you didn't know my name," she commented. "...but yes, I'm Alexander Greingoth's daughter."



Somewhere in the middle of all the chaos at the Slytherin table, Sierra happened to once again catch the eye of Lulu Patterson. She passed the girl a small smirk as she listened to the conversation going on between her brother and the third year girl. Funny how the word Puffer still hadn't lost it's spark...



Sierra winced as yet another loud and obnoxious Puffer joined their table. What was it with the lot of them thinking they had a place at the Slytherin house table? She rolled her eyes at the girl but otherwise said nothing in reply to her greeting.



Pretty?

Her eyebrows slightly wrinkled on that note. Only Evan, the most Hufflepuff of the Slytherins, would use a word like pretty to describe his summer. She started to ask him more about that, but then he got distracted with something going on over at the Gryffindor table. She followed his gaze but couldn't tell anything among the sea of people in her line of vision. "Oh?" she finally asked. "Pretty--good? Pretty bad?" What did you doooo, Evan Cartwright?!



"Ugh!" Sierra exclaimed, turning back to Lola the Annoying in pure disgust. "What is wrong with you!?" She stood from her seat, bound and determined to find somewhere to go where there was no one who would bother her. Was there such a place?! Anywhere away from Lola was perfect, though. "Okay, let's just get a few things straight, Mungo. One, you're annoying. Two, you and I--we're not best friends. We're not even friends. Three, you're not a queen, and if you want that glass, then walk your little annoying self over there and PICK. IT. UP.," she said, pointing her finger in the direction of the cup.

"...and finally, leave me alone," she firmly stated. Her eyes narrowed into the most intense of glares as she heard the comment the girl dared to make about her needing to lose weight. She knew it wasn't true, but she was honestly at her wit's end with this girl. She turned around to walk off, but just as she did, the bracelet on her arm suddenly got tied up in a lock of the girl's wig--possibly a result of the fact Sierra had thrown up her hands in complete frustration. As she took another step further, she felt a slight tug on her arm.

"It's okay." She said. "I'm from Egypt. My mother was the pharaoh's wife and after my dad died everyone blamed my mom and we were exiled. So we moved to America and then somebody confessed to the murder. Then we moved back and now my mother is serving as their monarch but it was too dangerous for me, the Pharoah's daughter, to stay. So I got shipped here to keep me safe. Just don't spread it around school. I try not to use my status as Egypt's 'lost princess' to gain popularity."

Macy nodded. Obviously this whole house thing couldn't be confusing forever. Pfft. She'd figure it out eventually, there was no doubt in her mind. See? She already had one down: Slytherin, green, best house. Done. Now just three more to go. And there weren't many other differences besides that. Most classes were the same or at least similar, aside from their locations of course. She could do this. Of course she could, she was like, a ninja.

Ohh, head girl and prefect. Fancy. That had to be fun, tacking that on after your name everytime you spoke to someone. Pssht, not! ... Still, it was pretty cool sounding, and this girl was obviously a model student. Thus, Macy gave a grin and nodded her head. "Nice to meet you Iris, I'm Macy." Yup. That was the name, no need to wear it out. Anyways, she was liking Hogwarts much better than Brauxbatons already. Heh. Eden was going to hate her. Of course, he already did for leaving him but he was going to hate her even more now that he knew she actually liked it here. Oh well, not her problem. Besides, she had dorms to check out and food to eat.

Kurumi giggled and put an arm around Cass. It felt nice to be back at school with friends who could help her keep her mind off things and remind her that she was a 13-year-old girl first. "I wonder why people think I would do such a thing," she said shrugging her shoulders. "Although, I suppose in horror movies it is always the quiet ones that snap."

She found herself giggling again at the thought.

Before Kurumi could apologize for apologizing, she bowed her head and moved a few spots down on the table.
"Of course," Kurumi said pushing the box toward Iris and blushing slightly.
"I would like that too, Daichi," she chirped smiling at the boy and patting the duck on the head once more. "I am sure your Prefect didn't lie to you," she continued in a comforting tone. Perfects shouldn't be lying to first years who were about as nervous as a mouse being thrown into a room full of hungry cats.

"You are very welcome," she nodded as she watched the boy munch on a cookie. "I bake in the kitchens often if you ever want to join me. The house elves are very hospitable."

Kurumi's eyes widened as Sierra's narrowed. What was it with Snakes and narrowing their eyes at her?! Were they all cookie haters or something? Maybe her giving out cookies at the Slytherin table was a lost cause? On the other hand, if she gave cookies to the other three house tables and not theirs, then they would be all over her for NOT giving them any.

"Well, these particular cookies are a deep dark chocolate cookie which means that I used 1 1/2 cups bittersweet chocolate chips that I melted," she explained deciding not to go into too much detail about the process since she was pretty sure that this mini she-snake would bite or spit venom at her. "The green is actually a mint frosting made with peppermint extract."

Orabelle looked over at the food selection once again, trying to decide what to eat.

Why was this Miss Malfoy so informal? She knew her aunt had never been like that. What had happened over the years was truly a mystery to Orabelle. She flipped her long dark brown hair over her shoulder then looked around the table once more for someone... pleasant. "Well, Miss Malfoy, my apologies," she said, ignoring the fact that Miss Malfoy didn't like being called that. Not her fault. "Who doesn't like Malfoys?" Orabelle asked in confusion. Who wouldn't? The Malfoy guys tended to be hawt. And Orabelle had no objections to that. "That would be lovely, thank you," she said, glad that the girl had some decency to call her with a title of respect.

Mmm... touchy subject wasn't it? Her cousin that is. "Really? Can't imagine her having any friends, thought she was destined to be a loner," Orabelle said casually. Mmm, her cousin was such a terrible person. It was pretty much decided since she had been born. "A mixture of both, really, that and it's in the family rulebook - must hate your cousins," Orabelle said emphasizing the last bit. Selena had read it, that's why they hated each other. She didn't understand this odd Malfoy.

Orabelle smiled sweetly like she cared before turning again. "You have your way of describing her, I have mine," she said simply. After all, wasn't everyone entitled to their own opinion? She didn't know where this girl was coming from. Orabelle rummaged through her bag, knocking it over onto the floor, causing it's contents to fall out. Ugh. She threw her camera back inside along with everything else.

Sitting back up, she smoothed out her disgustingly hideous roes and her perfect silky hair. "Is it? How wonderful," Orabelle said sarcastically. Besides, they were related, kind of mandatory. Obviously this girl didn't know that. "Have fun trying because you aren't getting it out of me," Orabelle said. She studied journalism for a reason. And not because she wanted to get into tabloids.

Stare.

Stare.

STARE!

So, now ALL of a sudden Shepard was a stupid last name? Why didn't Evelyn think about that before she STOLE it? HMPH. Destiny couldn't even remember how long she had been walking around using it and she didn't care either. Her friend could go back to using whatever name she had before.

Whatever it was.

Waving her hand dismissively in Evelyn's direction, Destiny ducked her head just in time as the spoon came flying back in her direction. HA! She missed! "YOU MISSED ME!" she called out, pulling out a chocolate frog from her pocket and turning back towards the table. Stupid Evelyn. Annoying, stupid Evelyn.

Picking up the spoon that was thrown at her, Destiny started to stab the chocolate frog with it, pretending it was that annoying, stupid friend of hers.

Dev nodded, expecting the answer. "Same here. Pureblood, family history of Slytherins. My family is actually related to the Malfoys; we've lived in Ireland since we branched off the family, about five generations ago, but it's family tradition to move to London to attend Hogwarts, then move back after you graduate. We also have huge families; I have nine...eight, older brothers. My mum was one of twelve; my dad was one of eighteen."

It was about TIME.

Her stomach gave a small rumble. Okay, now she was hungry. Peyton looked toward the staff table and decided that the Headmaster was...how do you say it...bleh. He didn't smile and seemed serious. Peyton liked smiley people, but then again some of the people she's met weren't all smiles.

Whatever.

As long as she got to see that ship on the lake she was fine. The girl imagined how it'd look like, but she doubted it was pink with golden coins scattered on the floor. She would have to wait until she sneaked was allowed to go in there. But, first she would need a sturdy shield. Hmm...

...

First thing come morning, she would Owl her dad and ask for a STRONG shield. Preferably pink.

"Challenge accepted." Mordred said looking serious. "You better do well. I want my cake from you to be exceptional." he grinned.

Mordred looked at the staff table and saw the Headmaster made his way to the podium to make his speech. After listening intently to his words, he then turned to Aurora and Selador. "Well, looks like we're all going to sleep soundly tonight." he said nodding. "The ninja ship is sturdy enough to be explored. We should all go and explore it once we're allowed." smiled Mordred.

Helena noticed that Samira grinned, so... it was working. Whatever they were trying to do. "Wow," she finally said, when Samira told her about touring Asia and Antarctica. Helena had always wanted to see Antarctica! She was one of the rare ones who preferred the cold weather, instead of the hot one.

As for her holiday... "Mine surely wasn't so interesting as yours," the girl giggled. "I have a grandmother in Germany, and I always visit her during the summer holiday, with my parents." Anything else? Not really... She didn't quite want to go anywhere else this holiday, because her parents were always taking her to some place, and she kind of got tired of travelling that much. So spending the summer at home felt good.

Aaaand then the headmaster's speech. Helena noticed from the beginning of the feast that professor Truebridge was gone as well, so that didn't make her feel better. What if the new Ancient Runes professor was going to make her hate the subject? Which is one of her favourite ones? "There are a lot of changes this year. The professors, I mean," Helena suddenly said, looking back at Samira.

"What shall we talk about?" Katra asked, tilting her head slightly, studying him quietly. How interesting he was so far. No one ever approached her on their own. She sat up straighter and ran a hand through her long hair, moving it away from her face. She pushed her glasses up her nose, and smiled, waiting for his answer.

Connor smiled at her, enjoying seeing her eyes sparkle and shine. "I've met Danielle, and Jonathan they're fifth years and Cass. That's really all so far." He said softly. He listened to her and nodded. "Everyone sounds cool. I can't wait to meet them all. It will be nice to make some new friends." He replied. It was nice to see her smiling and happy.

"Unless life could seem more useful... - has noticed aloud AnastaRiddle, than it feels hardly more silent about itself having noticed, - advantage of drink in the morning and food dry only in the second half-fault of days.

Jilly was looking around, staring at the Slytherins' wonderful faces when this girl, who seemed very remotely kind, rolled her eyes at her and turned her back on her. Jilly couldn't be more mad. She was seething. She did the adult thing; she stuck out her tongue. That was for rolling your eyes on Miss Jillian.

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Then someone was yelling.

She quickly turned her head, and remembered this girl--she was from the train. "YOU! Over here," she ordered.

Jilly was beginning from where she was seating since there weren't any meanies around except for the girl who rolled her eyes at her, and they were actually not noticing that she just got sorted to Hufflepuff but headed straight to their table.

And then she recognized someone, and that someone just called her over. HMM. She eyed Lola Jones, assessing if Lola Jones was of the loser sort of student. She wasn't, or so it seemed. With a broad ostentatious smile plastered upon her face, Jilly stood up and slithered her way to Lola. "HIIIII." And she plopped down on a seat.

" Well, you just have a friendly face" William told her. " I forgot your name" Wiliam said to the girl." I like mysterious girls and you seen to be very mysterious" William explained to the girl. " I do not know your name but now that you mention the Gringorth name, my father works in the Ministry and ge talked about Alex Greingorth a few times" William did more explaining to this hot mysterious girl. How long have you been at HogWarts?" William asked her,

" The other Muskeeter" William told Payton. " How is my favorite red-head at HogWarts?' Wiliam asked Payton. " I should say cute red-head" William smiled.
"Where is your mind today?" William asked Peyton.

Finishing up his conversation with Conner,Mikey hears Sierra at full boil,seeing the Lil Snake tugging at a girls hair, pulling out his mom's magical camera and taking a snap"Is this going to be a full blown cat fight,or is this just the way you snakes make friends " wonder if the Profit is buying pics

"Well since you don't seem like the type that would be interested by idle topics like how your summer was and that kinda of nonsense, I thought we could take this opportunity to get to know each other but first allow me to introduce myself; my name is Matthew Stevenson and I am a 5th year." After his rather unusually formal introduction, he extended his hand out to the girl and grinned slightly; it appeared there might actually be someone else in the house who was brilliant even though that really wasn't what Slytherin was known for.

"I am sure you will make lots of friends," Kurumi nodded. Although, she wasn't sure she knew that much about the older Slytherins. Many of them seem to be a little scary...and hated her cookies. "Danielle? I think I met her in Diagon Alley. Is she blonde and always dresses very fashionable? Well, much more fashionable than me anyway..."