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But pretty soon, a distraction arrived in the form of a certain Astronomer, and Toby was saved from having to make food decisions.

"Hi Professor Airey," the Hufflepuff greeted with a small smile, wondering what exactly it was that prompted the Starman to come looking for him. He looked between Mo and Airey for a moment as the topic of field trip photographs came up, but stayed silent as he didn't have a clue what that was about. So Toby just sat there, looking as non-plused and downright innocent as it was possible to be.

Had Professor Flamsteed re-discovered Pluto? That might explain this little visit.

Attention back on Mr. Tempus, he placed a firm hand on the boy's shoulder and grinned. Not the sort of firm hand that immediately would signal that one was in trouble. It was meant to be a congratulatory sort of gesture, but one that was probably misread. The astronomer still wasn't all that good with this sort of thing. "I was wondering, Mr. Tempus, if you could come stop by my office some time this week. I have an opportunity I would like to discuss with you."

Patting the shoulder now. Pat pat pat pat.

Jory of course had noticed his old Professor as he made his way down from the Staff table to the Hufflepuff one before he finally arrived at Ravenclaw's. This was the perfect opportunity to say hi.

Jory waited patiently until the man had finished addressing Tobias and another Ravenclaw guy before speaking up. "Hello, Professor,'' he said. Yep, he was still going to address him as Professor. Hehe. Remember me?

Dora definitely would not mind food being brought up to her at all, it was only questionable if it would make it that far with Mo being the carrier. She supposed she would have to wait for the year to begin and see. "I don't, and I'll try anything once so throw all your new recipes at me and I'll tell you what I think." If it was one thing she could be counted on, it was being honest.

Her summer? Dora thought about her summer before shrugging. "I don't have a word to describe it." Which said a LOT because she spoke four languages. "Except that it wasn't long enough." Not nearly. "Got a lot of stuff from my travels though." Gifts from friends, and gifts for friends.

Adrienne couldn't help but to grin a little at the firstie's innocence. She always forgot how cute they were when they were young! Cute, but often annoying, she reminded herself, and her smile faded slightly. Didn't want the kid thinking that they were suddenly going to be best buddies just because she'd forgone bothering him. "I'm aware of that," she said, eyebrows slightly raised, "but I'm fourteen, so it's okay."

"There, see? You're perfect for Ravenclaw." Now would he stop looking like a kicked puppy and just get used to the House he was in already? "Well, not everyone's on my side with it, but personally, I can't stand them," Adrienne said conspiratorially. "Hufflepuffs aren't that bad, but sometimes they're just too nice, y'know?" Really, the only people who were usually completely safe to talk to were other Claws, and even then sometimes they got on her nerves.

"Oh, I'm Adrienne," she said quickly in response to his introduction. "And that's with an ah-sound, not an ay-sound." Hopefully she was nipping in the bud any attempts to pronounce her name wrong, as she rarely met an English person who didn't mangle it somehow. Honestly, she'd have been better staying in France.



"The house-elves probably just work harder on it, since it's the first and last meal they have to make for the year, respectively." Ugh, and thank Merlin the rest were back, since Adrienne still cringed to remember what it was like when they only had one house-elf; the poor students! Eating off of paper plates with plastic utensils, definitely not the sort of treatment that Hogwarts students should be forced to be accustomed to! Honestly. She noticed the girl struggling with her braces and propped her elbow up on the table to lean on. "You know, I'm sure Tillstorm has some type of spell that could fix your teeth without you needing those weird muggle metal things in your mouth." Adrienne knew she wouldn't have been able to stand anything like that on her teeth, ugh. Could one even eat properly like that?

Adrienne wrinkled her nose at the mention of all the old people last year. She tended not to like old people, her own grandparents obviously being the exception, and it was worse when it was old people who were supposed to be young people. She was just lucky she didn't have to experience that horror. "Yeah, last year was... not the best. But hey, in my first year, we had to pay a toll to get into our common rooms, so I guess it could have been worse, right?"

Whoa, Caelen was suddenly upset about something and Adrienne was completely lost. What had happened? She remained confused until she caught someone talking about cancelling Quidditch next to them, and then she understood. "Eh, to be honest I don't particularly care. All the team spirit around makes me sick." If Tora didn't play, she wouldn't ever have gone to any of the games. Sports were dumb, and people getting all riled up about sports was particularly dumb. If they were going to win the House Cup, it was going to be because of their intellect, not due to some dumb jocks riding around on brooms.



The food was here! Nearly ecstatic, Adrienne immediately dug in, serving herself whatever was within her reach (except for a weird-looking meatloaf like thing that she was incredibly unsure about. It wasn't until she'd managed to get down about half of her plate that she actually began to think on the words that the Headmistress had just said, and when she finally finished processing the speech she realised that she'd said they had a new Head of House. Really? A new head? Because that would be fantastic; last year's had been painfully cheerful and just overall annoying. She glanced up and down the Staff Table, trying to figure out who it might be, but nobody came to mind. Hopefully someone better than before, and that's all she had on the subject!

“Yeah, its me,” Kaiden said to the brunette, before she nearly attacked him or.... “Oh. Yeah, I, er, got made prefect. But, um, Why would the er, zombies have prefect badges?” He was pretty sure they hadn't been Hogwarts students. Although, if they had been, that would explain things. Lots of things. And oh, hey, as soon ash Hux stopped man handling him, he was getting a kiss on the cheek from his girlfriend. Yeah, he liked those. But then words were spoken.

That was uncalled for. Kaiden's hand balled into fists on his lap under the table, and to say Moses got glares for his comment was and understatement. Not only was it an insult to him but for some reason, Kaiden felt like it had been an insult to Seeker Sir, even if he couldn't figure that one out. But before he could even try to process that portion of the insult, but girls on either side of him were attacking the former Captain.

The former Captain who was trying to feign innocence. It didn't matter what anyone said, Kaiden was not an idiot, and he knew good and well he had been insulted, but he felt it was part of his duty to make sure his girlfriend and his frien.... er associate didn't get into trouble over him. Not to mention the looks he was getting from Awesome Little Keeper Dude, and that weird girl. He was just getting ready to get up when Hux stopped him. “Oh, um, Yeah, I guess so. But” He glanced over at the Hufflepuff table and his fellow prefect. “I think I need to help make sure everyone gets to the common room first?” Maybe? He wasn't sure. He had no instructions, remember. “But, um, yeah, I guess so, as long as....” She didn't know about the Kitchens did she? Because that was not happening. Not at all.

Nudging Miks and looking between the girls he asked, “You guys wanna leave, or more or something?”

"Oh I know that." Like. NOD NOD. Grey Lady. Ravenclaw house ghost. Daughter of Rowena Ravenclaw. Kyroh knew ALL about all the house ghosts and founders that since he was about eight years old. His dad had made sure of it. It was like embedded into his brain. "Well I didn't want to be in this house." He paused. That was the truth after all. "I wanted to be in Slytherin but I don't think you'll appreciate me saying that 'cause your whole history and stuff with the Bloody Baron." Like....he had killed her. So....."But I think I am gonna like it here now, though I'm not sure but THANK YOU." Kyroh GRINNED. Ghooost. "Also do you like being called the Grey Lady? Or should I call you Miss Helena?" The Grey Lady name sounded so...sad.



"Oh! Okay!" So you could swear when you turned fourteen!?! Kyroh made a mental note of the fact for later. After all she was an actual fourteen year old so who would know better than one of them right?

Being perfect for a house had never occurred to him. He had just thought that he had to he in Slytherin, that was all. But perfect for Ravenclaw? That just sounded cool. AND the girl even smiled while saying it. Kyroh couldn't help but smile back.

How could someone be too nice? Being nice was a good thing. "I don't think someone can be too nice." Kyroh responded shaking his head. "If there wasn't any nice people around then everyone would be mean and grumpy, and that doesn't seem like any fun at all."

"Adrienne." Kyroh repeated. AH. AH. See he could say it! "Your name sounds French." Yeah he knew the language.



Turning his head to the main table with all the professors and stuff as the headmistress started talking Kyroh tried his very best to pay attention. His parents did know her after all, he had to make a good impression. A few minutes ago he probably would have tried to march right up to the staff table an ask to be sorted again but, now he wasn't sure if that was what he wanted? If he was perfect for Ravenclaw and not Slytherin why would he want to change?

No Quidditch? School threat? The boy blinked. He had wanted to try out for Quidditch, but he didn't even have his own broom. First years weren't allowed his father had said. And while no Quidditch sounded bad the threat sounded worse. Had it been like "SHUT DOWN QUIDDITCH OR I WILL BREAK ALL THE ATHLETES LEFT LEG?" or something worse? He didn't have time to really question this, because the speech ended quickly and THEN-THEN there was food at the table.



Kyroh reached out grabbing a spoonful of mashed potatoes and shepherd pie and chicken and really whatever else he could get. He never really realized how hunger he was till he saw the food. Once his plate was full up he paused, noticing a man in a suit at their table over by some older students and the boy who had been on his boat. HE KNEW WHY HE WAS HERE! Grabbing a chicken leg Kyroh swung himself off the bench and toward the man in the suit.With his free hand he began tugging at the man's side as he held the chicken leg out. "Here you can have this sir, but I think your food is up there-" He POINTED to the table at the front.

That made sense. So stop trying to steal Ravenclaw food yo.

Well, he'd found a new seat NOW, but eyes were still on the ghost. All two of them. Mhm.

"Woah! We have our own GHOST?" That was so cool! "It's nice to meet you, miss... miss.... what should I call you?" Because she had two names and that was confusing. "I'm Dima! And I'm eleven and lots younger than you and not transparent, but we can still be friends, right?" He'd never had a ghost friend before, and now he needed one.

Wait 'til he told Angelo!

Marcus Orion. New name! Dima made a note of that too.

"Why can't he sit in your lap?" Boyfriends couldn't do that? Miss Dora had funny conditions.

Having been raised using proper table manners, the kid smoothed his napkin out on his lap and rearranged his cutlery into a neater formation as he spoke. "I don't know. What do you want out of it?" Fork went there and knife went there... "I could get things for you when you needed them. And I'm small, so I can do stuff you can't 'cause you're bigger. And I'm really good at cheering people up! And who doesn't want more friends?"

Given, there were more assets to his friendship than those, but that was pretty much all of which he was aware.

He leaned in too. Why were they leaning in again?

Dima didn't know, but they were.

"Yeah. I don't want to die." Of course, the no Quidditch part was upsetting too- he'd been SO excited to be a Keeper like Uncle Adri!- but the threat part was scarier at the moment. "My brother told me it's mostly the yellow people who kick the bucket though, so I think we'll be okay!"

Always the optimist, he was.

Dismayed that he had been caught day dreaming of himself eating all the delicious possible food he was used to eating round about this time of day, Cris grinned sheepishly at Jasmine.

"No no you're not keeping away from anything at all. I was just day dreaming about eating, and wondering about the Headmistress speech. I mean I'm s
glad the speech has been made and it's too bad about there not being Quidditch. However, I wondering what about the rest of us athletes who don't play Quidditch too? I mean, are we also in danger even if we don't play that game? From what I gather this person seems to be against anyone playing sports. What do you think?"

Then he turned to the younger Ravenclaw and smiled at her.



"Oh I live in Bergen which is a city in Norway. I've lived there almost all my life except for the occasional trips overseas. My family is pureblood but unlike some of the other pureblood a, we don't think it makes us any different from the rest of the magical population. In fact, I have lots of muggle friends growing up...in fact I still do," Cris nodded, smiling as he fondly recalled the friend who suspected he was a wizard.

....and here was another familiar face.



"You don't have to thank you. I know you would have done the same...rescuing me and all," Cris was quick to negate what he had done on the school trip as nothing heroic but rather survival instincts. But before he could say anything further, the girl got up and left and Cris frowned. Had he done something wrong?

"Excuse me for a minute ladies. I'll be right back," Cris turned to bothe Jasmine and Penelope as he got up and went looking for Mika.



"Excuse. I'm sorry to interrupt all of you. Mika, I apologize for not replying to you at the other table. I was actually daydreaming if truth be told. Daydreaming of myself eating. I hope you'll forgive my rudeness. You're Sander's friend right? The one who gave him your Pygmy puff?" Cris inquired now that he realized who this girl was.

"Because it's not his lap to occupy." That never stopped him before, but now she was because he was being a sassy prat.

Dora watched this kid with detached interest as he rearranged all of his cutlery in the proper order. It was interesting, that was for certain. "I don't need a servant, that's what the house elves and my pet are for, occasionally." She poured herself a goblet of butterbeer, still watching him. "And I don't want nor do I need more friends. Quality over quantity, kid. But... you can hang around me. Sometimes. And if I find something in you I like, something beneficial to me, I'll reward you with my friendship and all that comes with it." That was a sound deal, if she did say so herself.

Which, she did.

Didn't you share everything when you were dating? Miss Dora didn't seem like the sharing type, though. Huh.

"There's a difference between being a servant and just being helpful," Dima responded, shrugging. You didn't ever need a reason to be nice. But house elves! Those were funny! He'd have to go SEE them sometime. "Alright. Will you let me know when we become friends for real?"

Yeah. He said when. 'Cause she WOULD be his friend, he was sure of it.

"There's no difference in my not wanting help, no matter who's supplying." Dora preferred to do things on her own, and rarely sought out help unless absolutely necessary.

She shrugged as well. "Sure. I'll let you know." Paaaause. "In my own way." She paused again, consideratly. "You've only got a year, you know." After that she was gone forever.

Mhm. It was common to go to a muggle school. Were there even magical school before the age of eleven? Probably not. Jun's never heard of any. "Good luck with that. I'm sure after the first month, you'd get used to it," Talk about a major workout.

That was kind of stupid question, wasn't it? They did share a common room. Seemed Austin eventually realized this too, stopping her from stating a not so friendly observation. "I'm better than." Alright was sort of a lack luster term, wasn't it? As for him, Maddie wasn't sold just yet. "I'll let you know what you are when I've decided." Something he could look forward to!

"Dunno, really." But she was anxious to get a good look at the common room. Sleeping arrangements, too. Maddie had never lived with other girls her age before.

"Me neither. Not until I've left my mark, anyway." And she wasn't quite sure what exactly her mark would be but she knew it'd be a big one. Mhm. "Yellow people..." Maddie glanced over at the table with said yellow people and looked around, her expression thoughtful. "We should get one." A yellow person. "That way we'll be safer!"

How did you get a yellow person, anyway?

Toby was very familiar with the hand-on-the-shoulder thing that teachers tended to do. Botros, for instance, was a master at the shoulder pat. Airey.......... there was potential.

"Oh?" Tobias responded, wondering what kind of opportunity Professor Flamsteed might be talking about. He gave a nod of his head, however, and even a little salute. "For sure, Professor. I can totally do that."

He tried, ohhhh he tried to put his usual chirp of enthusiasm into his voice, but it just wasn't happening. To make up for that, Toby forced a genuine looking smile (he was well practiced in the art) before his attention was caught by........... a kid.

Judging by the robes, this boy was a first year, and the way he offered Flamsteed the chicken made Toby smile for real as he looked between the face of the kid and that professor.

"That's kind of you," Toby said totally seriously, referring to the chicken leg the Ravenclaw was holding out to Airey. When he was over here, Tobias' Hufflepuffness was very... obvious. He smiled at the kid too, because LOOK AT ALL THESE LOVELY GESTURES BETWEEN PEOPLE. LOVE AND FRIENDSHIP AND A PERFECT DISTRACTION FROM THE LACK OF QUIDDITCH.

He was very intrigued by her response. He loved knowing what others thought of him, and he definitely wanted her to like him. It may not seem like it at first, but he really liked impressing people. "Well, I'll just have to make you like me." He said with raised eyebrows. He wasn't sure what that entailed, but he was going to have a lot of fun trying.

After the headmaster's speech, food appeared out of thin air on their plates. He wasn't around in previous years, so he wasn't too bothered by the increase in security. To be honest, he didn't really care. It just meant he would have to be careful about what pranks he pulled. Taking a sip of his Pumpkin Juice, he glanced over to Coop again. "You're not worried, are you?" He teased.

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Jory of course had noticed his old Professor as he made his way down from the Staff table to the Hufflepuff one before he finally arrived at Ravenclaw's. This was the perfect opportunity to say hi.

Jory waited patiently until the man had finished addressing Tobias and another Ravenclaw guy before speaking up. "Hello, Professor,'' he said. Yep, he was still going to address him as Professor. Hehe. Remember me?

Attention drawn away from the two Ravenclaws when he heard someone address him. Or, well, he assumed they were addressing him since he was the only professor sort in the immediate area. "Good evening," he replied with a small nod before it really hit him just who he was talking to. "Well blazing comets look who it is! Good to see you again, Mr. Stonewall. Ministry work treating you well I hope?"

SPOILER!!: YOU TWO KIDDOS! <33

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"Oh I know that." Like. NOD NOD. Grey Lady. Ravenclaw house ghost. Daughter of Rowena Ravenclaw. Kyroh knew ALL about all the house ghosts and founders that since he was about eight years old. His dad had made sure of it. It was like embedded into his brain. "Well I didn't want to be in this house." He paused. That was the truth after all. "I wanted to be in Slytherin but I don't think you'll appreciate me saying that 'cause your whole history and stuff with the Bloody Baron." Like....he had killed her. So....."But I think I am gonna like it here now, though I'm not sure but THANK YOU." Kyroh GRINNED. Ghooost. "Also do you like being called the Grey Lady? Or should I call you Miss Helena?" The Grey Lady name sounded so...sad.



"Oh! Okay!" So you could swear when you turned fourteen!?! Kyroh made a mental note of the fact for later. After all she was an actual fourteen year old so who would know better than one of them right?

Being perfect for a house had never occurred to him. He had just thought that he had to he in Slytherin, that was all. But perfect for Ravenclaw? That just sounded cool. AND the girl even smiled while saying it. Kyroh couldn't help but smile back.

How could someone be too nice? Being nice was a good thing. "I don't think someone can be too nice." Kyroh responded shaking his head. "If there wasn't any nice people around then everyone would be mean and grumpy, and that doesn't seem like any fun at all."

"Adrienne." Kyroh repeated. AH. AH. See he could say it! "Your name sounds French." Yeah he knew the language.

SPOILER!!: MISS HEADMISTRESS

Turning his head to the main table with all the professors and stuff as the headmistress started talking Kyroh tried his very best to pay attention. His parents did know her after all, he had to make a good impression. A few minutes ago he probably would have tried to march right up to the staff table an ask to be sorted again but, now he wasn't sure if that was what he wanted? If he was perfect for Ravenclaw and not Slytherin why would he want to change?

No Quidditch? School threat? The boy blinked. He had wanted to try out for Quidditch, but he didn't even have his own broom. First years weren't allowed his father had said. And while no Quidditch sounded bad the threat sounded worse. Had it been like "SHUT DOWN QUIDDITCH OR I WILL BREAK ALL THE ATHLETES LEFT LEG?" or something worse? He didn't have time to really question this, because the speech ended quickly and THEN-THEN there was food at the table.





Kyroh reached out grabbing a spoonful of mashed potatoes and shepherd pie and chicken and really whatever else he could get. He never really realized how hunger he was till he saw the food. Once his plate was full up he paused, noticing a man in a suit at their table over by some older students and the boy who had been on his boat. HE KNEW WHY HE WAS HERE! Grabbing a chicken leg Kyroh swung himself off the bench and toward the man in the suit.With his free hand he began tugging at the man's side as he held the chicken leg out. "Here you can have this sir, but I think your food is up there-" He POINTED to the table at the front.

That made sense. So stop trying to steal Ravenclaw food yo.

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Toby was very familiar with the hand-on-the-shoulder thing that teachers tended to do. Botros, for instance, was a master at the shoulder pat. Airey.......... there was potential.

"Oh?" Tobias responded, wondering what kind of opportunity Professor Flamsteed might be talking about. He gave a nod of his head, however, and even a little salute. "For sure, Professor. I can totally do that."

He tried, ohhhh he tried to put his usual chirp of enthusiasm into his voice, but it just wasn't happening. To make up for that, Toby forced a genuine looking smile (he was well practiced in the art) before his attention was caught by........... a kid.

Judging by the robes, this boy was a first year, and the way he offered Flamsteed the chicken made Toby smile for real as he looked between the face of the kid and that professor.

"That's kind of you," Toby said totally seriously, referring to the chicken leg the Ravenclaw was holding out to Airey. When he was over here, Tobias' Hufflepuffness was very... obvious. He smiled at the kid too, because LOOK AT ALL THESE LOVELY GESTURES BETWEEN PEOPLE. LOVE AND FRIENDSHIP AND A PERFECT DISTRACTION FROM THE LACK OF QUIDDITCH.

"Stellar," he grinned down at Mr. Tempus, offering a few more awkward pats here and there just because. The astronomer couldn't help but sense that something was off about the usually too-cheerful-to-sit-still Hufflepuff, but he also didn't want to pry into the boy's personal business. Especially not in such a public setting. "I'll be waiting and we ca----"

SOMETHING WAS GRABBING HIM AGAIN?!

Blue eyes wide and alert, his head snapped towards the source of the tugging and half expected to see another zombie arm attached to his suit, but he was instead greeted with something quite the opposite.Tiny hands and arms and most definitely NOT the ones belonging to a zombie.

Clearly the whole El Dorado experience had left more of an impression on him than he was willing to admit.

And oh look, a chicken leg. How, er, considerate of the first year.

"Oh, well, thank you. Don't mind if I do," he said as he reached over to pluck the chicken leg from his hand. "You didn't lick it or anything before offering, did you?"

What? It was something he would have done as a student and then snickered about it while the professor gobbled up germs and saliva.

Oooops. Didn't mean to scare the firstie before the feast was even over. "No, the school did not take us on a dangerous field trip. We went on a trip that was full of educational opportunities. We did see and learn a lot. There were just some unforeseen incidents that happened. Everything worked out fine though." Well they did, didn't they?



Jasmine listened to what Cris had to say and thought about his question. It was really rather disturbing. She lowered her voice so Penelope wouldn't have to hear more scary information on her first day at Hogwarts. "I hadn't thought about it like that", she replied. "I took the threat as being all about Quidditch, but you might be right. If this person had a problem with sports in general and Quidditch was just an example, others might be in danger too. Who knows? This sounds like something a crazy person would do and you can't expect logical thinking with crazy."

Jasmine had heard about what happened at Hogwarts during the last term. She had hoped that this year would be drama-free. So far it didn't look that way.

Kyrohs eyes flickered to the boy who the professor-man? had been speaking too. The boy was not a Ravenclaw, nook he was wearing yellow which meant- HUFFLEPUFF! But why was he at this table? Was he allowed to be? Oh well. He probably wouldn't eat as much food as the man so that was okay. Also the boy was smiling so he seemed nice enough! "I try to be." Kyroh grinned at the other boy. "But I don't really think it's that kind mostly 'cause there's a whole bunch right over there." Seee? He pointed again. Right where he was sitting. A whole plate stacked with chicken legs. "But I can get you one too if you don't want to walk over."

Uhhh...lick it? Kyroh blinked as the man took the chicken from his hand. "No...I don't think that's how you eat chicken." At least that wasn't how HE ate it. Was that how people at Hogwarts ate chicken? That was gross. Why would he give someone something that he had licked? Though if the man wanted Kyroh wouldn't object. "Do you want me to lick it for you? Cause I can!"

"I'm called Mo," he emphasized, since Dora insisted on calling him Marcus Orion. Not that he cared, since that was what his mum called him and everything, but if Dima here told someone about 'Marcus Orion', they wouldn't get it.

He pushed over the cannoli. As promised. "This is the cannoli platter. My... this is Cat," Mo gave the girl a squeeze to show Dima who he was talking about. "She made them. She's the best cook at Hogwarts, so if you need anything, you let her know." Not that he wanted Cat on call for everyone, but she could say no. If she wanted to.

"To be fair, I've never occupied your lap," Mo made a face at her, then at Dima, then at her again. Why would he? He'd been bigger than her since third year, and that was awkward. Sophie was almost too big for his lap, and their size differential was significant.

"I want you to be surprised." He wasn't going to tell. The end. "Let's just plan on the Room of Requirement, tomorrow night. Good for you?"

"Whoever it is, though," Mo did grin at the Hufflepuff suggestion, although his expression quickly sobered. "Whoever it is... the Head is taking it a lot more seriously than I would have believed. You shouldn't give in so easily to threats, unless you're sure it's real and you have no alternative. She must know more than she's saying." Otherwise, it made no sense to Mo that she gave in like this.

Mo leaned his head on Cat's shoulder briefly, just glad to have her close and sitting with them. "Don't get mad. No harm done." He didn't want her to start with Mika, who was still his friend and a housemate. If she wanted to be mad at someone, she should take it up with Huxley, who seemed intent on picking fights at the otherwise peaceable table. "I'll walk you to your common room after dinner, ok? I don't... have anywhere else to be, so it'll be nice to meander 'til curfew."

"No intrusion, Professor," Mo let go of Cat and straightened up, giving the Professor a hopeful look. Something exciting, please? Something new and worthwhile?

And nope. He was really here to see Toby and was merely throwing a bone to Mo. Ah, well... the seventh year accepted the bone gratefully. "Sure, Professor. I'll get them to you by the end of the week. There are some good ones of the city." And implied ones of the zombies. Just FYI.

"It's okay," Mo caught sight of Josette's sad little face, and it was like a punch to the gut. Again. He still had to tell Aidan and Ves, and Mo was losing his motivation for this very thankless task. With a sigh, Mo reached across and gave Josette's hair a ruffle. "We're going to figure something out, and Hope has already designated Wednesday as yoga day. We'll keep you in shape, and you guys will hit the ground running next term." Without him, but still a team.

There now... see? Mo had KNOWN that Mika was just kidding, and now that she was smiling too, and making jokes, it should be obvious to everyone. He shook his head in her direction and flashed another smile at her. "No, see, Creepy... I'm meant to live until graduation. I'm going to forget any and all directives that might lead to my death."

As for bad moods... well, he had theories about that, and it had nothing to do with a potion, but it probably wasn't the time or place to start psychoanalyzing her. Mo just shrugged and smiled again. Always smiling. It was his defense mechanism. "You should eat something. Always makes me feel loads better. Have a Cat-cannoli?" He even gave her one of the girlfriend's baked goods. That was true friendship, it was.

As glad as Mo was that Mika didn't actually wish him harm, he was completely put out by the very antagonistic vibes coming from her friend Huxley. Which was weird, right? Why was she so mad... when... Mo hadn't said anything rude to Kaiden. He considered his words again before shrugging. "All I said was that if there hadn't been a prefect spot available, Kaiden would be feeling like West and I right now. I'm not implying he didn't deserve it or that he didn't beat out every other eligible student, because he obviously did both those things. The luck was that he isn't stuck without a badge this term."

And she was rubbing in the fact he wasn't a leader by continuing to call him that, which was far more rude than the thing she was making up. "I wish you wouldn't care for me either, since I don't care for you at all. You're trying to create drama between me and my mates when there isn't any. Kaid knows exactly what I was trying to say."

Or not, since when Mo turned to get concurrence from the Hufflepuff, he found that the boy looked particularly steamed. Had he said something wrong? Really? He thought about it AGAIN, but still couldn't figure out why Kaiden and Huxley might be taking it this way. No one else had, and considering the fact that he was surrounded by the softest, gentlest hearts currently at Hogwarts (and a girlfriend who kept him on track) (AND the Ravenclaw house leaders), he felt sure someone would have called him out on bad behavior if he was, somehow, behaving badly.

"You know how I meant that, right, Kaid? I dunno what you thought I said, but I just think you're really lucky to still be able to be a house leader. I'm proud of you, mate. Don't... don't listen to Huxley, 'cause she's trying to make this a thing."

"Does she really? Because these things are a pain to deal with. I'm not even supposed to eat the candy I have!" As if defying the dentist who put the braces on her, she reached in her bag and ate a piece of candy. That was going to have to be dealt with later. Right now, the redhead was going to enjoy her conversation and the feast. Because the little Ravenclaw was twelve, and what else was a twelve year old to do? Really nothing. "I'll have to see about that. These stupid Muggle contraptions have been nothing but a pain in the butt!" And with that, the freckle faced girl laughed, her round blue eyes squinting with the motion.


How can you not like quidditch? I love the sport! Feeling the rush of being up in the air and watching our housemates zoom really fast on brooms! I was going to try out this year! I practiced half of summer! Caelen understood the point of knowledge and education, really well in fact --thanks mom--, but quidditch was fun! It was like a break from thinking! And the short girl ALWAYS had to think at home. So here it got tiring really fast. Besides, who didn't like to take in a game? Watch your housemates win housepoints. And you were a part of team! That was the best part! Being one part of a huge machine that had to work together. The second year didn't have much contact with people her own age at home. This was literally the only time she was able to interact with her age group. "I personally love quidditch!" Almost as much as reading! Or exploring!

"What kind of security do you think they're going to have? Hopefully it's not too much. I don't want to be smothered or anything." Another hearty laugh from the small girl. No but seriously, she was smothered all of the time at home, the girl thought she couldn't stand it if she would be smothered here too. Hopefully that wouldn't happen. Hopefully the random threats against teens were just random, something by a wizard or witch who thought he was being funny or something. He or she wasn't, by the way, but hopefully they didn't amount to anything. Which made her think. Who would make threats against students? Who would try to harm kids? They weren't even old enough to work in the ministry yet! What was the point of attacking them? It didn't make sense. Maybe she would try to hide this from her mother and brother. Caelen was terrified that her mother was going to take her out of school! She loved it here, the redhead felt free here!

Amelia had to laugh when she heard what Huxley had said. “Good point, I would have questioned my sincerity as well….and then there would be problems” she glanced over to Huxley and grinned. “Not fun problems, sad problems…called one unhappy blonde…” she nodded. Yep she’d be mopey but more than that there would be another unhappy soul who was currently wedged between them.

“Leave…maybe? But yeah you do have to heard the little things to the common room sadly.” She frowned before a voice called her attention to them. Cris! Live-saving-person! YES!

“Its all good Cris I just wanted to say thank you again,” she grinned over to the guy with the eyes. “Rude c’mon not rude your fine…I was all in-yo-face interrupting you” she grinned and felt her face redden somewhat. “Yes, I think I gave him one of them…I had like three last term I think? Because I didn’t trust a then five year old with a Puff.” She grinned. “You can call me Mika or Amelia if you like” she smiled and then Mo was telling her to eat.

She didn’t want to eat…what if she just wanted to be a grumpy girl today? Though she was hungry. “Thanks I might stick with something more savory than sweet…” she nodded politely before taking a tiny bite of a roll. Then decorum was over and the roll was gone, demolished in her stomach digesting within moments.