Serena was becoming a world class worrier. She was already worried she would be bad at Astronomy when she hadn't even started it yet! She needed to relax... She thought about walking into the Forbidden Forest but apparently it was always dark in there so that was out of the question. She was just about to delve into her daily daydream when she heard some music playing. Serena looked around and saw Mordred playing the flute. "Hi Mordred" She said "I didnt know you could play the pan flute"

Since it was a nice day, with nice weather and everything, Helena decided to go for a walk. She had no idea where, but she wanted... needed to walk. To have a fresh mind, when the classes would start. She had a feeling that this term is going to be a bit more... let's say complicated, but just because she wanted it to be like that. So no complaining.

But the girl suddenly stopped walking, because she was... kind of lost. Or... not? Maybe she had been here before, but probably when everything was covered by snow and of course, it looked totally different. Buuuut lost or not, it was the perfect place for a long walk.

Halfway through the piece, Mordred thought he heard someone call his name. He looked up and saw a familiar face.

"Serena." Mordred smiled as he acknowledged her presence. "Something I do to clear my head." he said as he raised the pan flute. "I see you have been sorted in Ravenclaw. Congratulations." he said as he noticed her wearing a blue tie. "What brings you here?" he asked. He was expecting her to be somewhere inside the Library studying.

"I wanted to see if I could find a certain animal in the Forbidden Forest, but I sort of realised that it's Forbidden so decided against it. I was about to go and check when my next Astronomy lesson was but I heard you playing" She blushed "You're really good"

“No I can’t see anyone but you.” She said grinning back. A handsome prefect, eh? Yeah, he was a prefect and he was cute and funny rather than handsome. And those were better characteristics to be in a friend as far as she was concerned. They kept walking until they reached a clearing. Oh, how beautiful that school was. There weren’t such beauties when she was at Durmstrang. There were just birch trees and oaks but at Hogwarts one could see each and every shade of green.

The blonde girl sensed a pair of eyes lingering on her and she looked back at Evan. With a slight smile, she said: “It’s nothing to worry about, Evan. I just thought about some things and watched the ceiling all night long. Thanks for asking” It was very kind of him to ask her why she couldn’t sleep but Bissy was not in the mood to talk about those things as thinking of them was a bit painful for her. Then she joyfully said: “Very well then, Cartwright? Let’s practise”

Ronnie giggled as the ferret climbed up her knee. She slowly and carefully reached out her hand and can him a pet down the ferret's back. "He's actually cute!" Ronnie exclaimed! She smiled from ear to ear and kept petting him. Ronnie looked back up at the girl now. "What are you working on?" She asked her.

Ronnie reached over and pulled one of the backpack straps down for her. "Here let me help." Ronnie said, seeing that Lulu was struggling just a bit to get her backpack off. "So what year are you?" It was such a common questions around Hogwarts, what year, and before the term starts it's what house. But after you could see their house crest on their robes. Ronnie looke back down at the ferret. "Sir Robin you are adoreable. All I have for a pet is a kitten. Her name is Lily." Ronnie said and then began to look around for her. "She followed me out here, so she should be around her some where." Ronnie mentioned more to herself to Lulu.

Mordred grinned. "Thank you. I still need more practice, though." he said looking at his pan flute. "I thought you will be somewhere in the Library studying already." he added. "Do you play any instrument? My friend Aurora plays the violin. She's good." he smiled.

Behind Serena, he thought he saw someone lurking behind the trees. He stared at it for a moment and finally stood up to see if his eyes were just playing tricks on him. It's an enchanted place after all.

"Daisy?" Mordred said quite shocked. It was that girl. The one who looked like Chloe...

Clearing his throat. He introduced Serena to her. "Serena, I want you to meet Daisy. Daisy, this is Serena." he said looking at both girls.

"I'm doing good. How are you?" he asked Daisy trying hard not show his shock.

Daisy walked along the path a little way to find Mordred and another first year girl she had only ever seen. Mordred had been sitting on a rock, playing a pan flute. Daisy had been trying not to laugh, she didn't think Mordred silly for playing it, but it was a rather strange sight to see him sitting on a rock like some kind of woodland creature. Daisy didn't want to inturrept Mordreds conversation, but she hadn't seen him for a while. After a couple of minutes staying in the shadows of the tall trees, Daisy announced her presence.
'Um - hi Mordred,' she said a little awkwardly. 'How are you?' she turned to the girl next to him, who Mordred was calling Serena and introduced herself. 'Hi, I'm Daisy.'

Giving her a See? nodding and look, Evan was pleased with his decision to wake up so early to practise... and bumping into Bissy had been the icing on the cake. Although he was very well capable of practising alone, a company always helped.

Raising one eyebrow, Evan shrugged at last. If she said so, it was it; he wouldn't insist on learning, even though he could see those 'things' were important. Then, returning her joy, he smiled hugely and said "Sure." Pausing for a moment to decide what to do, he asked "What would you like to do?" Sure, they had to warm up first and stuff... and normally, he had to first do some physical exercise and then play a match, but for Bissy he could change the order today.

Jeanne decided to take a walk. She's very much tired on the first week of term and her head is aching quite a lot. It was her own fault for reading a whole book by one sitting. She didn't even eat too much dinner because of her silly book. She wants to be more prepared before the school start, that's all. Not that she wants to be part of the top but atleast she could better understand what the lessons are about.

Ah, such a peaceful place. The trees are such a delight to see. It's nature. Nature is lovely. Jeanne then stopped and stared at one particular tree. It's quite beautiful that the rest.

After awhile she took her journal notebook and muggle pencil. Yes, muggle pencil. It has been quite an interesting tool for Jeanne nowadays. It's very much a delicate, engineered tool. A much better substitution for a quill. Quills are just big and too fancy. Muggle pencils though, they can be carry almost anywhere and you don't need to find a place to put it.

Looking at the tree, she started to sketch it. Now this is soothing.

Feeling pleased not to have been asked what those things were, she thought about the thing Evan had asked for a moment. She didn't know what to do actually as she hadn't played football before. She said timidly and with a smile on her face "Well, Evan, I don't know much about football so you tell me what to do. I'll obey your orders. You are the boss!" Then, raising her eyebrows, she looked into the snake boy's eyes expectantly.

Jonathan walked around to keep his head on pace. Ever since they landed in Hogwarts he had never seen Jeanne ever. Where was she anyway? Even in class she never even said hi to him. Was she trying to avoid him or something? surely if there was a problem, they could at least talk about it.

Luckily for him, walking on the pathway was a great idea. He's looking for Jeanne and now he founds her. Staring at the tree while writing--- or is that sketching on her journal?

Jonathan ran over to her, careful this time that she wouldn't frighten her like last time. As he reached her he greeted "Jeanne" softly. Smiling a little bit though. Was he mad? Of course not. Was he annoyed of her? not really. Was he confused about Jeanne's actions? YES!

He's right. She's sketching the tree in front of her. It was very lovely even though it's just a draft. Jeanne loves to draw, that what Jonathan likes about her the most. Admiring her sketching, he forgot what he wanted to do in the first place. Oh right! He shook his head and focused to Jeanne, "can we talk?" Jonathan said all of a sudden. He wants to know what's been bothering her.

...don't know much? Don't know much? Oh, Merlin. WHY didn't no one know about football? And they were British, even if they were wizards! Sighing, he said "Sure." It had been pretty much fun teaching Mina, maybe Bissy was just as enthusiastic. Hopefully, or his day would be wasted and he didn't have any time to be wasted if he was to get that contract.

"Football is played with a motionless ball," he started from the very basic, just in case. He HAD seen such an idiot--yes, NO other word could describe her--who didn't even know that. And then she had proceeded to ask 'how they scored if the ball was motionless'. Merlin! Thankfully, Bissy wasn't such a stupid girl. Or at least, she didn't seem to be.

"In a normal match, there are 11 players from each team, and 4 referees. The ten men of each side can never use their arm. Except arm, touching the ball with every part is allowed." He grinned while saying that. He had loved it when Cristiano Ronaldo scored with his hip. Tehee. Of course, it was utter rudeness towards the other team, but still... it gave the people a good laugh. "Only one person can handle the ball, and that is the goalkeeper, responsible for avoiding the balls to get inside the goal. And he can only handle the ball inside the penalty area, that is, the rectangular area that indicates the team's... personal area. It is the most likely place for the goals to be scored." Though, some legends can score from 30 yards out. That was why they were legends, of course. "There are many more rules, of course, but these are the basics and the things you should know..." Pausing for another moment, he said "We'll practise passing, then, and if you wish we can play a short one-on-one game afterwards."

She managed to create the draft part of the tree with some circles and lines. It's a good start. If only she had a table and chair then this would be a much better drawing.

She wasn't startled when Jonathan came to her and surprised her by saying her name. But Jeanne wasn't having a good feeling about how Jonathan have said his name. It was quite alarming even though it was said softly. What's wrong this time? Is he sad? Did he not get into the Quidditch team? What? What was bothering him?

And then those words just came out all of a sudden 'can we talk'. That's scary. If Jeanne felt so tired awhile ago, this suddenly woke her up. Her eyes widen in confusion. What's he going to say next huh? What did she do this time? Because the way he said those words felt so alarming and angry at the same time. Did she do something wrong?

Jeanne tried to calm down and asked "Okay, what do you want to talk about?" casually. She didn't want to get the wrong idea about it. Probably she's just being too paranoid about this. Maybe he's just wants the company.

Jonathan stared at Jeanne, he wanted to say what he has been keeping for so while but he couldn't just say it all at once. Jonathan loves her and can't bear to make her cry. Even with all the tension going on right now between the two of them, she acts like she doesn't even know. "Is there something wrong?" Jonathan asked her. He had a serious face on. "You're not speaking to me or talking to me these past few days." yeah, care to explain that, Jeanne. Is there something wrong, Jonathan is willing to compromise you know.

Listening Evan with a continuous smile on her lips she kept nodding after his each sentence. He was so compassionate about that football thing. If he felt so, maybe it was a good pastime activity and it was worth learning. She said: "Thanks for informing me Evan. I have completely understood the basics you have told me. I'll do my best to learn it believe me." Not knowing whether it would comfort him -to hear that she had been playing Quidditch for three years at Durmstrang-, she kept that information to herself. "A little practice will make me better, Captain! So, let's begin and pass me the ball." *wink*

Arabella-Marie skipped down to the pathways and smiled she was glad to be back at Hogwarts and hoped to make more friends soon

Jeanne almost had a heart attack on what Jonathan is about to say. But when he did.................... SIGH!!!

Was that his problem? Really, Jonathan? Are you sick or something? Sick of homework that yo decided to create this little festive drama of delusion to yourself. Why was he all like that all of a sudden? Jeanne can't put into words how she's feeling right now.

pffsssh!

"Since when have you been clingy?" Jeanne asked him with her eyebrow slightly elevated. Confused to what was Jonathan is mumbling all of a sudden. This is not a good conversation, in fact it's not even worth the conversation. "I can't believe you would actually say that." Jeanne felt just confused all of a sudden. Not knowing to punch the guy or to just go crazy. Something is definitely wrong with Jonathan. She's not avoiding him. she just had been busy reading lately, that's all. Since when was reading a problem anyway?

Clingy? Jonathan is suddenly clingy? What made her think that in the most possible way? What now, because he cared and misses her sudden;y he becomes the clingy boyfriend? "I'm not clingy" Jonathan felt insulted when Jeanne said that all of a sudden. There's a difference between being clingy and just wanting to check if she was okay.

Arghh! Jonathan feels like bursting awhile. "I can't believe that you're acting in that way." he mumbled more words and didn't looked at Jeanne for awhile. He was serious about this--- very serious. "Clingy" he coughed. He kept repeating that word all over again and again in his head.

he doesn't just get how suddenly he became clingy. Is there something wrong with just asking her, if there was something wrong? She's making this a nonsense fight. Not even worth it. "Fine! Since you don't want to talk about it anyway." He folded his arms and looked at Jeanne. If that's the way she wants it--- Jonathan not caring at all. Then he should.

He turned his back from her and starts to walk away.

'Hi Serena.' Daisy said, 'I'm good thanks,' she added to Mordred. 'Sooo you're in Slytherin?' she questioned Mordred, 'Did you expect that?'
Daisy had always been under the impression that all Slytherins were horrible, but Mordred seemed ok...

Mm. Food was one of the few, er okay, MANY distractions that threw Anakin off from his usual inspection of the area. And the particular sandwhich he had now was so yummy and he was busy savoring, that he didn't notice a smallish ISH figure SKIPPING towards him down the path way.

Maybe if he had...Eggy woulda been saved. Siiigh.

But alas, one second Anakin was about to take a bit of his sandwhich and then BAM. Bye bye sandwhich, hello stumbling Anakin. Not that the figure was THAT heavy and had THAT much force. Anakin just...wasn't prepared.

Sighing at the fallen food, Anakin turned slightly, just in time to catch the girl apologizing. Anakin just waved it off, giving a friendly smile. "Don't worry about it, s'all good. You alright?" 'Cause he'd feel bad if HIM standing in the way caused HER pain.

However, he was kinda curious...."Erm? Might I ask why your so joyfully skipping so early in the morning?"

Good, at least Bissy hadn't interrupted him. What annoyed him even more than idiots were the stupid questions squeezed between his explanations. When she thanked him he simply bowed his head with a great pleasure and said "You're welcome." It had even been fun. She knew how to listen, and seemed interested enough. It always excited him, to see interested people.

Smiling at her kind words, he nodded. Yeah, they shall begin now. Grinning at the word 'captain', he signalled her to get far a bit. Then, with inside of his foot pointing towards her, he hit the ball with medium hardness, enough to send it smoothly towards her.

"When passing shortly," he said as he hit, "always use inside of your foot. Do NOT kick with the tip. That is only for shooting, because then you can't control the direction of the ball." They'd do that too, oh they would. And then they would kick with the outer foot as well. That was his favourite; it was a great way to send the ball in a curve. And he could do it. *insert smug face here*

Mordred looked down at his green tie. "Sort of." he said as he flattened it against his chest. "Mum was a Slytherin." he added. "So you got in to Hufflepuff." he said looking at her yellow tie. "Your common room must be bustling with energy." Mordred said as he remembered Daisy storming out of the compartment a few days ago littering the compartment floor with chocolate frogs.

He rummaged through his pocket and offered Daisy a chocolate frog. "I know you want it." he said grinning.

Daisy took the frog happily, opened it and put it whole in her mouth. After a few moments of having her mouth full of chocolate, Daisy swallowed and was able to speak again.
'Aaah, so your Mum was a slytherin,' Daisy said, which explained a lot to her, 'familys usually stick to their houses, my Dad and brother were Hufflepuffs too.'
Daisy thought for a second or two, looking at Mordred, who still looked at her strangely, like he had done on the train. 'What is his problem?', she thought, 'I told him I wasn't Chloe...' Daisy was intrested to find out who this Chloe who looked so similar to her was.
'I haven't been in the common room much,' Daisy said, 'I've been doing quidditch practice most of the day, on my new broom. What about you? How long have you been playing your flute here?'

Mordred still stared at Chloe Daisy trying to come up with an explanation to this madness. Snapping out from his thoughts, "Quidditch? I thought first years were not allowed?" Mordred asked. He has got to tell Toby about the Quidditch practice. Maybe they could sneak in...or something similar to that.

Mordred then looked at his flute. "Just now." he said. "Father placed it inside my trunk without me knowing." he smiled. "That reminds me, I have to find a new place to play my instrument. The Lake's too crowded, this place is starting to get crowded..." he trailed off as he scoped the place. "Right, I think I know where I can play in peace." he said as he thought of the garden and kept his flute. "So Quidditch. Which team do you support?" he asked.