Lily was glad to hear that Louisa agreed with the fact of making friends through classes. She was also happy to hear that you shared a dorm with a small, reasonable amount of people, she would see enough people throughout the day and in the common room. "Yeah, I'm the only witch in the famly, or at least to my knowledge. When I found out that I was a witch, I thought that the person telling me was crazy. I never knew that there were so many wizards and witches. I thought that only happened in stories. After a while it felt like this was only a dream and that I would wake up the next day and everything would be normal again." Lily said ans she paused to catch her breath. "My parents were shocked for a while. My mom didn't believe it until we left for Diagon Alley. She was also really busy with my little brother. My dad got this weird look in his eyes when he heard the news, I still don't know what he was thinking. He was the one who helped my get my stuff and he brought me in to the train station and onto the platform, but he left as soon as we got onto the platform..." Lily stopped at this point partially because she was questioning what was up with her father and because there wasn't much else to tell about how she took being a witch. "What about you?" she asked politely.

Autumn, she obviosly didnt approve of that " well I wish i could be in slytherin but because im muggle born, that couldnt happen, even the hat said slytherin suits me so well. but ravenclaw suits me good aswell.

Nate froze and looked at Jordan with a look that said Are you kidding me right now?. "Why wouldn't they target me? The Blacks are staying at Pam's house, under heavy fortifications, which makes Pam a target. And Team Wolf, considering that they managed to get pictures of Jez from when she was in hiding, must know about my relationship with her, which makes me a target too. Not to mention my parents are muggles..." he answered in a rushed whisper. Nobody else needed to hear of Team Wolf. The less people who knew about it, the more lives he could potentially save.

The young professor smiled at the young man again...a little startled that she had run into the boy right away...that was good luck...right?

She looked at the young man and slightly tilted her head as she checked his color. "Well, that's good to hear...." she turned back towards the staff table, "But, if you start feeling ill or need anything please don't hesitate to stop by my office or to visit the healer..." she said with a little nod. as she waled back towards the table, she said over her shoulder, "I look forward to seeing you in class..."

Logan laughed. "Uh oh!" he said. "We'll juts have to see..." he said.

"You too, Professor!" Nate called to Gemma's retreating back. Muggle studies was going to be fun. It always was. Nate still didn't know how he could've fainted, but he was sure it wasn't just train sickness. Keeping in mind that he could go see the Healer, or Professor Cerulean, if he were to get sick again, Nate allowed himself to slip back into his other conversations.

"Hmmmmm.... That we will, Mr. Floyd." She smiled, "I do have two questions though." She laughed, "Are you planning on climbing any trees here and how adventorus will this year be?" A smile crept onto her face with a slight hint of teasing and mischief.

Jordan considered this for a moment, "oh yeah, it makes sense when you look at the facts like that..." he thought for a moment. He opened his mouth to speak, but then thought not too, nobody needed to hear about all this now. "Okay, I won't bring it up again now, you don't need anymore people knowing do you?"

"We can talk about it," Nate whispered, "But we have to be careful. I don't want people asking questions." He looked around himself and Jordan, investigating the seats. Most of them were uncaring older students, mopey seventh years, or already-distracted firsties. They were in the clear. "We're fine, let's just keep our voices down."

Logan laughed. "Yes, if there are trees to climb here." he said laughing. "And I'll be REALLY adventerous!" he said puffing out his chest and grinning.

Everything was so strange. The letter had come in the post. But I overheard others talking about owls. What is that all about? Before my dad died I sometimes heard my mom and dad talking in lowered voices about Uncle Ronzil and as soon as they knew I was interested they stopped and always when I asked "Who is Uncle Ronzil?" they would never say. But when the letter came mother said that it was time that I learned something about the topic and handed me a book and told me to read it. But the book had been written fifty years ago and what were trains and steam engines and platforms where you were allowed with unchecked baggage? Everything is so strange. Then I was told to sit on a stool and a middle aged lady was just about to put a raggedy old party hat on my head as I thought "I will just need to keep my eyes open and live by my wits until this straightens out" and the hat shouted,
Ravenclaw
And as the hat was taken away, an almost full table of older students all stood up clapping and beckoning to me so it did not take a wizard to know where I should go. Several students only a little older than me scrunched up together to make room for me and welcomed me as I took my place beside them. I learned that this process was to be repeated dozens of times so it did not take a wizard to catch on to what was happening. After what was named the "sorting " was finished there was to be a feast but all I could see were empty plates.
The headmistress introduced her staff and suddenly at her word the tables were crammed with dishes that I only knew about from long ago Christmas dinners. I can do this I said, I can eat. and so I did.
Perhaps, I thought, the ancient book was partly correct, many things seem strange and change, but to share good food with like minded who may become friends is a good thing. And I started to relax and take in more of my surroundings.

Taylor smiled and laughed, "I think there are since there is a forest." She giggled, "Hmmmm you are a brave little monkey." She found it so cute when he puffed out his chest because it was so funny.

Taylor saw a first year come over whom seemed to be confused, "Welcome to Hogwarts and Ravenclaw." She smiled and held out her hand, "I'm Taylor."

"Brave little monkey!" he said laughing. "Perfect." he said.

Nate looked up from his goblet as the Sorting Hat shouted out its final call. This one was a Ravenclaw. Awesome. Nate spun around as the new first year Claw sort of drifted towards the table. Time to step up. Maybe then I could be prefect eventually. he thought, approaching the new sortee. "Hi, welcome to Ravenclaw," he said with a smile, "I'm Nathaniel Stone. You can call me Nate. What's your name?"

She laughed and smiled, "Sorry." Taylor blushed slightly Why am i acting like a fool? What's wrong with me? Why can't i be normal? She sighed without realizing it and continued to think.

Vlimia saw a boy come and sit near them. She rolled her eyes a little, thinking about how her new friend Autumn seemed to attract people to come and talk. Oh well, she had better be polite. "Hello Damon. Damon... that's a really cool name. I'm Vlimia, by the way." Vlim introduced herself, thinking suspiciously that the boy had been called something different at sorting. Dalvin or something. Maybe she had just been so nervous, it had sounded like Doorwin or whatever.

"What are you sorry for?" Logan asked.

Max nodded as she listed off topics of conversation. "Those are all good things to ask about, honestly," he shrugged, watching her mannerisms carefully. "Well, I'd be happy to come along. I always like listening to him talk. He's a very insightful man." Max thought of Vindictus as a sort of role model; he was very talented, wise, and he had enough charm to catch the eyes of all the women in the world. Max would be lucky if he even gained one's attention.

His stomach gave a low growl and he tore his gaze away from Ellie to eye the staff table. Tate was there. Hopefully he would get the show on the road. Max wanted food. Before turning back to Ellie, Max looked around the Great Hall at the other house tables - particularly the Hufflepuff one. Treyen seemed to be having a good time. Max wasn't sure if Treyen was naturally a friend to all or if he was talking to younger kids because it was his duty as Head Boy. Either way, Max thought it made him look like some kind of celebrity. And that's when Max decided to bring their relationship up to Ellie for the first time.

"You and Treyen... are you two, err, doing well? Good, strong friendship?" He could have said relationship. He didn't. It was much nicer to think of Ellie and Treyen as being the best of friends. Plus, a relationship was based on friendship anyway. He continued slowly, "It's cool that he's Head Boy. You must be proud." He paused briefly. "Are you both... happy?" That didn't sound as awkward as he felt it did, did it? Max just wanted to know if Ellie was happy. That was an okay question, right?

He thought it was, but the warmth rising in his cheeks tried to convince him otherwise.

Before the little kid could reply. Louisa caught her best friend making his way toward her, the girl's face brightened immediately and naturally as he flopped himself near her. He wasn't smiling or smirking as usual and that made her face fall serious. "Hey." She took a closer look at him before speaking, "What is it? Are you all right?" If somebody had upset him! JUST ANYONE, she was going to handle them. Like she handled her boyfriend. Hmph.



Louisa chuckled at the girl's story, "Yeah. I thought it was a joke, too." Until her mom assured her that there was indeed a Wizarding World. "Well, you've got a very understanding and nice father then." Because Louisa's didn't bother showing up, and her stepdad didn't bother understanding what this magic thing was. HMPH. Some things just don't change. Well, he was nice up till the platform. Louisa gave the girl a small smile, "Don't worry about it. He probably was hiding tears. His daughter leaving home for six months? That's a huge step. Especially that you're going to a new world." Louisa even patted the girl's hand. Okay, somebody should take a picture of this because the fifth year was NEVER this nice to younger strangers. Her hormones must've corrupted her. Yep, that was the only explanation.

"Well, mine already knew about magic. My father is a wizard but I don't live with him." I don't even know him, she added in her head. "My mom was terribly sorry that I turned out to be a witch and my stepfather is beyond shocked at the news. He's afraid of me now." Smiling bitterly as she said this. "But I'm doing fine on my own. I have friends who love and support me, a guardian that is a witch." And one I don't like at all, another mental comment, "So, it doesn't matter now."

Hoping to change the subject, Louisa asked, "So do you even know about the subjects you're taking this year? Didn't you read about Hogwarts during the summer?" That was what Louisa did anyway.

SLYTHERIN? Well... okay. "Yes. I don't think it has anything to do with your blood status though." Louisa mused, playing with her clean fork, "My boyfriend's a muggle-born and a Slytherin." And I have no idea where he is at the moment. "I do hope you turn out to like Ravenclaw just as much as you like Slytherin."

And then Louisa asked one more question, "Are you like Lily here," She gestured to the firstie sitting next to her, "a muggleborn who's confused about the school?" Maybe those two should be friends? You needed friends from your own year as well as from upper grades. Louisa encouraged it, hehe.

Taylor was so deep in thinking at that second when Logan asked a question.... she couldn't remember what question though. She looked up, "Pardon?" She blushed in embarassment. Taylor didn't realized how she went off thinking until now.

Nicki could see she was confused on what to call her "Call me Nicki and londen. What about you." She said sweetly

My name is difficult to pronounce and I do not have a short form as you do Nate, perhaps you could do me the honour of giving me a nickname?

Taylor smiled, "London? Nice and ok Nicki." She laughed, "I'm from Glasgow." She smiled with pride.

Lily smiled when she saw Louisa's reaction to her story. "Yeah, my dad can be nice. I'm sorry about yours. But I don't think my Dad was trying to hold back tears, he's not that kind of person. He was acting like me being a witch had triggered something in his mind. He was also probably trying to get back to my mom and brother who were waiting at the entrance to the station." she said.

"I did flip through some of my books, along with reading Hogwarts, A History cover to cover." She said holding up the book. "I don't really understand some of it though, simply because I have never heard of it. I mean I kinda understand potions, history of magic, and herbology, and maybe flying. but things like transfiguration and charms and other things like that are pretty foreign to me. and I've only had a few days to read about these because I thought it was all a dream. Do you have a favorite class?" Lily explained.

Pam smiled at Damon. "Being a Meta isn't all it's perked up to be. Everyone can tell what I'm feeling, and when. And no, you can't do it. Although, I don't think you can. You might. But it's a rare thing." She remembered Jordan, and how he can do it too. "Yet, there are two of us here." she said, pointing to the boy with purple hair.

Pam looked down and blushed. Quietly, so Damon couldn't hear, she said, "Yea, we're a target, but it's worth it to keep our friends safe. I'd rather put myself in danger, than have them be." She shrugged like it was no big deal. But her hair wouldn't change from grey. Unless you count the blue-ish tint.