When the Prefect turned around Maggie hugged him EVEN MORE because hugs were a thing and stuff. Or right now they were, you know. So happy. Did he see how happy and grateful she was yes? DID HE SEE IT? Probably felt it too because she was pretty much clinging to him by now.

Oh.....OH. Okay. No crying then. It clearly made him uncomfortable.

So with one last sniff, she nodded and almost immediately stopped crying. "Yes. Yes she's mine. THANK YOU SO MUCH for finding her. She ran off and...I..." She trailed off when he placed Molly in her arms again. She better not bite her again. Gosh, rude cat. Her daddy should've gotten her a better one. As for now, though, she looked TOTALLY THRILLED to have her kitten back.

Totally.

And of course she took the offered seat. Heh. Maggie squeezed in between the Prefect and Dante, giving the younger boy a quick grin.

And her cat. That too. She simply put it in his lap.

Now she could talk to the Prefect properly. "So wooooow, you're the prefect then, huh?" That was like SOOOOOO COOL!

Dima didn't know. Being a goldfish was terrible, and sometimes people just did things to you just because they could. She squeezed his hand, though, and wriggled toward the bench where she'd first dropped out of sight. People kept looking at her, and she didn't want to get some sort of reputation in her new house as 'the crybaby girl under the table'.

That was one of those things that was nearly impossible to shake, even if she never sat under the table and sniffled again.

"I have to be brave for a bit. You go back for now." He could tell Kyroh and Maddie that she wasn't coming, either.

Quote:

Originally Posted by Davvy_Wavvy

Sophia conjured a beautiful high back royal-esque chair which she placed at the head of the table, and sat there. yes she would be sitting with the snakes for the rest of the evening. Maybe they would be more normal thna her co-workers, and at least now she would be able to keep them from losing points before the term even officially began.

The snakes seated all got a nod. "Welcome back to the slytherin table and welcome to all the new comers."

Dot put her hands on the bench and poked her head out, but she quickly disappeared back beneath the table and gave Dima a look. "There's a queen out there. We have our own queen?"

Brave? So she was part Gryffindor too? Dima's lack of understanding about the sorting process led him to believe that maybe she had a bit of ALL the houses in her. The hat had probably just gotten confused. Or maybe it just put all the best people in Slytherin, 'cause Grayson was here too! He'd get a finger wiggle when they came out, ok?

"I'll see you after, yeah?" If she didn't make new friends and get caught up in her first night, that was, because surely she would. And Dima didn't want to ruin it.

As for a queen... huh? He peeked out to see, then popped right back under the table. "That's Professor Bellaire. Dunno if she's a queen, but she'll definitely like you if you treat her like one!" He'd have to tell Dot about her class etiquette as well, because getting on the Transfiguration lady's bad side was NOT ideal.

Looks like the dude he met at the toad store Dima was taking care of Dot. Maybe Dante should have let her hide in peace. To late now...Oh the dude he was talking to was named Hugo. That was cool. "It is an alright name and yeah i'm a first year. Hope this year is not boring. Though it has been pretty interesting already" He jumped on a older kids back for one.

And it looks like Ethan is their Prefect. Dante did not think much of the badge. Since his brother was one and all and he was one of the least responsible people Dante had ever seen. Still pretty cool. Oh, the fistbump. Well now was a great time for it. Awesome Idea, Ethan. "It is the best time for a bro fistbump!" Fact, Dante put up his fist for the beginning's of an epic fistbump.

And there was a Professor. Way to old to be a student, so Professor it was. Dante just looked at her curiously wondering what she taught and would he have to take her class this year.

Maggie was a Slytherin to. Now that was awesome. At least he would know Dot and Maggie. And apparently Ethan had something that belong to her. Maybe, it was hard to tell. With the hugging and such. And before he knew what was happening there was a cat in his hands and on his lap. What was this sorcery? Thank Merlin his toad was in his room now.

What was he suppose to do with this cat?

He just petted it and stared at it

Was it okay to be here? This was her house table right? The mildew-color green was terrible to say the least, but Paulie was enjoying the title Slytherin. It had a nice roll off the tongue, a charming name. Just like her.

Her housemates should be rather pleasant, Paulie hoped. She hadn't met much of anyone since Diagon Alley, and the few that she did, she doubted where even in the same house as her. So, she'd have to suck it up till she found herself more acquainted. Paulie squished in between shoulders, finding her place along the house table and gawked at the food. Where to even start?

She was in a terrible mood. What a great way to start the new term, eh? Hooray--NOT. She had done her first Prefect-ly duty of making sure no Snake was astray after getting off the train. See, she was responsible...sometimes..? Okay. What really had happened was she had been looking for Jeremiah and didn't find him. THERE. But still. It had to count for something that no one got left behind on her watch.

So here she was, new Prefect Beverly Wayne walking down to the Slytherin table with a FIRM look on her face, and purpose in each step. No one mess with her tonight, 'kay? Or bruises might be earned.

Stopping at the end of the green and silver table, Beverly placed her hands on her hips and glanced down the table, narrowing her eyes slightly. No one was misbehaving, yeah? Because she didn't tolerate obnoxiousness. THAT belonged to the Gryffindors and maybe even Hufflepuffs if they felt all happy-go-lucky.

This was going to be fun, the badge--she could tell.

Walking down to a center seat she nodded and waved at people she new. There was Whitlock, Aditya, Agatha, Marisol and--

Was that Lute Boy with a badge? WAS LUTE BOY PREFECT LUTE BOY NOW?

Making her way in his direction, she took a seat next to him. "Hello, Prefect Lute Boy." She had to stress his title just because it was fun. "I suppose we're partners now." Beverly tossed her long hair behind her shoulder allowing her badge to breath. See! Partners.

There was also Professor Bellaire. As usual, Beverly felt great respect for the woman. A sort of admiration toward her attitude. "Thank you, Professor Bellaire." Polite nod, always polite. "I hope you had a great summer." Because she certainly had.

Marisol watched more people sit down. Chat, reunite, get back into their old cliques- all that great stuff. The second year kicked her chair. Her knee socks were really quite itchy. Over the summer, she'd gotten used to wearing muggle attire again. She liked it quite better than the Hogwarts uniform.

Mari really had grown a lot over the summer, hadn't she? She felt taller. And her hair was bouncier. It needed to be cut badly. Marisol was suddenly conscious of how awkward she was. When was it dinner? She just needed to eat.

Was that Beverly? Well, Mari knew her. Sort of. At least, she looked up to her.
"Hi," she said. In English. Marisol had been back in Spain for most of the summer, yet she'd been practicing her English with tourists. "Have you enjoyed the summer?" Great to be back, huh? Sigh.

"After." That was a promise, then. She'd get a hug before it was time to disappear... where did she disappear? Ravenclaws went to a princess tower, and Slytherins...

Welp. She'd have to ask someone if they had a tower TOO. Dot squeezed Dima one more time, carefully storing away the name of the queen professor person for later. Professor Bellaire. Belle was beautiful and air was... windy. She was a beautiful wind. Queen Beautiful Wind.

"Eat all the chicken legs you see. I bet I can eat more than you." She squished out from under the bench.

Quote:

Originally Posted by Incantation

Was it okay to be here? This was her house table right? The mildew-color green was terrible to say the least, but Paulie was enjoying the title Slytherin. It had a nice roll off the tongue, a charming name. Just like her.

Her housemates should be rather pleasant, Paulie hoped. She hadn't met much of anyone since Diagon Alley, and the few that she did, she doubted where even in the same house as her. So, she'd have to suck it up till she found herself more acquainted. Paulie squished in between shoulders, finding her place along the house table and gawked at the food. Where to even start?

And now there was someone there. A girl someone she hadn't noticed before. But then again, Dot hadn't been exactly friendly when she first sat down. There were a lot of people at the table now, and they were all older than her and friends already and her face hurt.

"Hi." New person. About her size. Looked nervous. "M'Dot." That was a greeting, by the way, and almost as friendly as Dot could be on first meetings. "Who're you?"

See, professor Bellaire liked Agatha and that was simply amazing. The strict, awesome teacher liked Agatha, mwahahahaha, she loved this. One of the many reasons why the woman was her favourite professor. And she cared about Agatha's family too, see! SEE??? Did everyone HEAR her question? She was asking about her UNCLE. Yes, they were in friendly terms, alright. Family friends and all. With a professor. Agatha was THIS cool, hah.

"Uncle Orsy is fine, thank you for asking, professor." The ballerina answered with a polite smile. "Actually, he just sold my grandparents' coffee farm to some magical creature sanctuary group." Or... something. "He's moving to London to find a job there!" Good, huh?? Her uncle was coming back to the UK for good! That would've made Agatha happier if she didn't spend the entire year at Hogwarts. "I bet he'll find a good job really fast, because he's really good at... working." And things in general. Her uncle was also amazing, like professor Bellaire. See the pattern here? Agatha was surrounded by brilliant adults, which meant she was brilliant herself.

Obviously.

The fourth year had done quite well at ignoring Ethan and his stupid badge and that really loud, overly emotional girl hugging him and all that, until Beverly came and sat next to him, saying nice things to him on his prefect-ness. Ugh, NO, Beverly! Don't be nice to him! See, Agatha already knew Beverly was the female prefect because they had gone horse riding together at the very end of summer and hah. At least Agatha liked one of their prefects. This way people wouldn't mistake her to being a rebel just because she didn't like the people leading their house. She just didn't like Ethan. And Grayson. And Newell.

"Hi, Beverly." She greeted her FRIEND with a nod. She'd wave but they were pretty much sitting in front of each other so that would be silly. The Slytherin then watched as a younger student - Marisol - spoke to her FRIEND.

See, Agatha was NICE and would NEVER end up in Azkaban, like that silly yearbook said. Hmph. HMPH.

Talk about being joined by good company.

Grayson smirked as his blue eyes landed on the fourth year. MAN, he had MISSED her, you know? Because the last time he had seen her, she had had a heated argument with Caleb and boy, was it HOT to see her getting fired up like that. "Now it is." Wink. "Good to see you again, Soph."

LOL. Lulz. WHAT? "The train was just too hot from you being in there." Smooth. "Nah, I was savouring the Big Mac my mum got me and took a nap. Might have been missed." Not so smooth. "Which Gryffindor did you sit by? Anyone interesting?" Gryffindors were alright and he liked them, mainly Lex and Cinna and Bay. Some of the others, he wasn't sure about.



Comments about Hufflepuffs being overly enthusiastic for no freaking reason couldn't be made. Nope. Not when the Hufflepuff approaching him was one of the cool kind. One who ha MISSED Grayson. It wasn't surprising when you were oh-so-missable but it was still nice to hear. "'Sup, Adi! Yeah, summer's been gre--"

WOAH, what was THAT eh?

"You're a PREFECT?! DUDE!" How awesome was THIS?! "Congrats, man! You'd better be one of the cooler kind of Prefects." Just saying. He kinda wanted to try and sneak a sandwich at close to midnight.

Lulz. Where was Wifey Agatha then? Had she given Adi a congratulatory smooch for the good news, yet?



SPEAKING of, look who had just walked in!

Grayson glanced over at Adi and shot him an eyebrow wiggle before glancing back at Agatha. Pompous girl, she was. And why was she limping? Was she injured? If so, she should tell him EXACTLY who had done that to her so that he could send them some flowers. Merlin knows that they at least tried to take her out but just weren't very good at it. Maybe they needed to be sent some pointers, too--

"OW!"

Ugh. UGH. Why couldn't she have stayed over THERE?! WHAT IN THE NAME OF MERLIN, AGATHA?! "Jeez, man, what is WRONG with you?" he asked, shooting her a thoroughly disgusted look, "And while you're at it, what's wrong with your leg?" Please make this an entertaining story so that he could laugh at her pain.

Grayson rolled his eyes at Agatha's blatant sucking up before turning towards Bellaire too. "Hello Professor! Had a good summer?"



Oh look! MORE cool people. Grayson smiled wide at the sight of the fourth year. Thank you for balancing out the coolness, man. Really. The boy raised a hand and salu--

WAIT.

WOAH.

HOLD THE FREAKING PHONE.

"PREFECT? You're a PREFECT?! DUUUUUUDE!" FREAKING YEEEEES! HIGH FIVE, MAN. This was the BEST news he had received ALL day. "Congrats, mate! Can't think of anyone better to get that." And did this mean that he was going to be let off a little easier for any rule breaking? Not that he was planning anything but Whitty kinda needed to look out for himself and his friends, you know.



From one Prefect to another.

Yes. YEEEEEEEEEES! Two very COOL people as the Slytherin Prefects. And both of whom Whitty happened to know. This was going to be a FUN year what with Beverly and Ethan in charge of things. Uh huh.

"Nice badge! Nobody's gonna miss you coming along with that bad boy." Smirk. "Congrats, Wayne. I expect a pay rise in my bodyguarding duties." Because she was going to be popular and whatnot amongst the student body and who knew what kind of freaking weirdos were being sorted into one of the four houses.


Speaking of people being sorted, Grayson DID cheer on for each snake newcomer with enthusiasm. Because SLYTHERIN, HELLO?! They seemed alright, apart from the girl who'd gone under the table (seriously, what?) and the guy who seemed to be too busy pretending to be a goldfish to communicate with people. Brilliant.

"'Sup! Welcome to Slytherin," he called out towards the new people, "AND congrats on getting sorted into a VERY cool house." Was that a hint of pride in his voice?

Hiss hiss.

Oh gosh, there was soo much to choose. Her tummy was growling immensely, and there was a fat spoon in her face ready for some sweet potatoes. Where they even allowed to eat yet? Paulie disproved of the waiting game.

A freckle-faced girl peaked out from under the table and squished her way onto the bench beside her. She pitched in a simple 'hi' and stated her name matter-o-factly, it seemed. "Mmmm Dot. Like. Dot.. Dot? Hi hello," She was pretty, her freckles where pretty. Like stars. Itty bitty stars. Itty bitty worlds on a newly discovered galaxy.. called Dot. "I'm Paulie. S'nice to meet you. Did you find anything good while you where down there?" Nani gestured a nod to under the table followed with a cheeky grin. You never know, there might be a sickle or two some kid might miss four days from now.

Paulie. Or Polly. Dot propped her elbows on the table and considered the girl before turning her attention on her other neighbors. People seemed pretty friendly here, which... shouldn't really be a surprise. Why wouldn't they be friendly? Why wouldn't people have friends, no matter their house? And maybe some of them would be friends with her.

"Nice to meet you." At Paulie's question, she glanced back beneath the table with some surprise. There hadn't been anything interesting down there except Dot and Dima, or not that she'd noticed. Normally, she was really good at noticing, but it was a little distracting. "We could do a historical excavation on gum through history. That's about it."

Oh. That was a lot of words.

O____O

A hugger! Goooood! Good. Ethan chuckled and hugged back the little girl, and patted her back just to make sure that everything was okay. The fourth year also took note that she is protégé material. It’ll be great if she and Dante will get along. Power firsties, yes? Apparently it’s a thing, based on Kyroh, Dima, and Maddie’s friendship. “You’re most welcome, my little friend.” The fair-haired boy released her from his hug and watched her get settled in her seat…and practically dumping her pet on Dante’s lap.

Oookay. He just saved that kitty and there she went passing it on to someone else like a rag doll. Well, hopefully Molly won’t run away again because he was soooooo not going to rescue that feline for the nth time. And she noticed the badge! Ethan sat up straighter and beamed at the first year. “Yes I am.” Looks great on him, yeah? “My name is Ethan, by the way. What's yours?” Introductions, you see? It’s important. Mhm.




He didn’t notice Beverly’s arrival, but Ethan did turn to see who decided to sit between him and Sophie. Prefect Lute Boy. LOOOL! The blond kid chuckled, as Beverly revealed her badge for everyone to see. “Good evening to you too, Prefect Wayne.” That badge looked awesome on her too, did she know? Ethan was relieved, because if the badge ended up on Agatha’s chest though…BLECH. Anyway, yes! Partners! “We are! Ready to helm this awesome house?” He was still not that sure if he can do it, but he will PROVE something. Beverly’s a headstrong girl, so he need not worry for her.

While he was at it, he passed Agatha a look, and smirk on his face. Oh how you wish, Hapgood. How you wish it was you.



UH HUH.

You got that right, Cloud Master! Snowstorm Man is now a Prefect. Ethan smiled at Grayson’s enthusiasm. See that? That’s the epitome of cool, ladies and gentlemen. Learn from that dude! The blond kid got up from his seat, and gave GrayGray a high five. He didn’t mind the professor sitting nearby really, because first, this wasn’t a class, and second…no food yet to disgrace, so it was cool.

What would be cooler though is if Grayson accidentally hit Agatha’s face when he retract his arm from the high five. Lololol! That’ll be a sight to see! Muahaha! "Thanks, man." But enough about him! "So..." he quickly glanced at Sophie then back to him. News? Anything interesting happened, lately?




Then of course Dante! Ethan sat back down and gave him a bro fistbump. This kid’s too cool, and he likes him very much. Oh and Maggie too, because she’s a hugger. Anyway, he turned to see where Dante was looking. He scooted closer to him and Maggie, and whispered things to them. “She’s the Transfiguration Professor. Her name is Professor Sophia Bellaire.” He said, then turned to check on the only adult person there, then back to the first years. “You should go say hi.” She may be a strict woman, but good manners pleases her. You can't go wrong with being polite. So go on ahead, wittle snakes...do your thaang.

Molly wouldn't run away again (for now). She liked being petted. She even purred a little.

Oooooh the Prefect looked so proud of himself. Maggie had clearly said the right thing. "Woooooooooow." She gave him a wide eyed look, CLEARLY SO impressed by it. The other Prefect - the girl Prefect - had arrived too now but Maggie had dismissed her after a quick glance. This one was better.

She liked this one.

Ethan. "Magdalena Natalie Traulton." Pause. "You can call me Maggie, though." The nice people were allowed to do that, you know. "And thank you AGAIN for saving my pet." Mhm. She even reached over to pet her kitten, without taking her eyes off Ethan however. So she sort of ended up patting Dante's arm. Oh well.

There was someone calling out to them now. An older boy (Grayson). So Maggie beaaaaamed at him, clearly so totally happy that she was here as well. Best house evah. She wasn't going to shout back though. No shouting was rude. And was only to be used in emergencies. Like, glitter emergencies and stuff.

Maggie may have been leeeaannning on Ethan a little there when he in turned leaned in to tell them something. About a professor? Was that it? She hadn't really been paying attention. Mhm. Yes. Totes. So hi. Wait WHAT?? She blinked. Nu, she didn't want to get up from her seat. She was very comfortable here thank you very much. So she turned slightly to look at Dante, giving him a calculating look. Could he maybe just go over there and say hello for both of them? Hmm? That should totally happen.

The people sitting at the Slytherin table seemed way more… well, just more than the other tables. There wasn’t the chaos that could be seen from where Brooklyn had placed herself, not far from the prefects and therefore the boy and girl from the lake as well. She still hadn’t decided what to think of the boy, and she still remembered the look the girl had given her after her attempt at helping with the boat situation. She felt like there might be competition there, and that meant keeping her close. Except she wasn’t going to be the one to introduce herself. That would be up to the other girl, who had apparently kept losing her kitten. Tywin was currently curled up on her own lap, half hidden underneath the table. She wasn’t about to worry about him when there were so many other things to consider. Like figuring out who actually might deserve to know who she was, who she might bother to introduce herself to.

Like the older boy who had welcomed them all, and verified that they were the best house. Maybe he’d said it was a very cool house, but Brooklyn was taking that to mean it was the best. It had to be, since people weren’t exactly acting like crazy people here. “Thank you,” she replied, speaking loud enough so he’d hear her and giving him her best smile. There might have been a bit of smugness to it as well, but that was a given. She knew she was where she was supposed to be. Besides, she’d heard the same in his voice, so there. Plus, it proved to certain others that she actually could be polite when she wanted to be.

There was another way she could prove it as well, and maybe make sure that the really important people were on her side. She had heard the prefect’s whisper toward the other two firsties, after all, and neither of them seemed like they were going to listen to the advice. Proving herself to professors was always important, even if she’d rather not put in the work. Getting her name known was important, and she wasn’t about to risk a bad reputation. Therefore, shifting her kitten onto the bench where she’d been sitting, to save her seat, she had gotten up and approached the professor at her seat. “Thank you Professor Bellaire,” she said, giving her a little curtsy. She wasn’t getting a thank you for the welcome from all the way over where she’d been sitting, like the boy had gotten.

He'd grown considerably, though it could've also been the fact that he'd had to self-administer potions and various magical treats to ensure that his too small robes fit him throughout the year. Mostly, for Professor Bellaire's classes. Speaking of which, she'd seen to it to sit at the end of their house table. Cutty glanced over toward the staff table and it seemed that Professor Bellaire would be joining the Slytherins on her own. Her calm and regal demeanour had Cutty dismissing the notion that she'd been placed there to cease a quarrel or other normal-for-our-house-but-too-aggressive-for-the-others behaviour.

"Nice of yew to join us, Professor Bellaire. Any chance of showing oos nifty food transfiguration spells?" Something they could use to freak out bothersome twerps who try to place themselves where they are not welcome.

Lots of new faces this year, but some of the old ones were missing. Where was Holden? Holden and his stupid good-looking face. Cutty still considered him untrustworthy and so his absence was worth noting. Slytherin: Paranoia is a gift.

The fourth year hellion found himself remarkably unmoved by the prefect appointments. Bev was a shoe-in and he was certain he'd mentioned her name in flattering terms on at least one occasion whilst taking his potion in the hospital wing and Ethan, well he'd practically transfigured himself into a human bidet and Cutty couldn't have been prouder...of his cousin. Yes. Family. He'd have to talk with Mordaunt. Alone. "Addi." He began with a smile toward the brown-eyed Hufflepuff. "Yerra prefect." His mind was going a great many places just then. He appeared to be in the early onset of some ecstasy or another.

"Que tal, Marisol?" He said greeting the girl and making the greeting sound VERY rhymey, indeed. Hey! She grew! Who said she could do that! "Cutty Mordaunt." He said introducing himself to one of the new faces. An older girl about the same age as he (Paulie). "Welcome to Slytherin." He ignored the firsties. For now.

Well well well, Mr. Mourdant was most certainly stepping into his prefect role with no problem. Not that she would have expected him to have any issues with that. He seemed the type to have that underlying layer of bossy. Why not refine it with a prefect badge?

Politeness. Professor Bellaire approved of this. "Hey Professor".."Sup Professor" just did not sit well with the woman.

"Good evening to you too Mr. Mourdant. My summer was good. I trust yours was also." He was alive, well and bossy." So that obviously meant his summer was good.

Sophia's eyes ventured to the little mouse thing under the table. Why did they have a student under the table? Her eyes flashed to Ethan, then back to the child who her eyes met with when she looked at her.

Yes those raised eyebrows and this face was saying, up from under the table little one..sit tall, sit with pride!

One of the hugger trio. She was not surprised that he was also under the table, but he was at least twelve years old now right? There was to be no fort under the table and no hiding under the table. This was his second year. He ought not to be intimidated by anything at Hogwarts anymore. Unless he was keeping the little mouse company, instead of helping her to assimilate. He got eyes as well.

Whenever a student looked at her, Professor Bellaire DID NOT break eye contact and if they couldn't hold her gaze and acknowledge her then they were weak. And if they were maybe they'd need to send the sorting hat to a hatter to get it sorted. Merlin knew that thing needed servicing.

Sophia watched as the new prefect walked along the Slytherin table looking assertive. Well certainly that was the way to do it. You earn the respect, you made sure people say something to respect, and one did not get that by acting like a loon.

"I did, I trust you did as well." There was a hint of a smile. "Well deserved Miss Wayne."



Sophia listened intently. She was mostly curious about how Orsino was doing, given that she had kind of grown fond of the oversize man. Too bad he had to leave so soon.

"Well I'm sure selling the farm was for the best. Send my best wishes to him and tell him to keep in touch. Okay?"

Quote:

Originally Posted by hermionesclone

Grayson rolled his eyes at Agatha's blatant sucking up before turning towards Bellaire too. "Hello Professor! Had a good summer?"



HOLD THE FREAKING PHONE.

"PREFECT? You're a PREFECT?! DUUUUUUDE!" FREAKING YEEEEES! HIGH FIVE, MAN. This was the BEST news he had received ALL day. "Congrats, mate! Can't think of anyone better to get that." And did this mean that he was going to be let off a little easier for any rule breaking? Not that he was planning anything but Whitty kinda needed to look out for himself and his friends, you know.

"Good evening, Mr. Whitlock." And yes she had to stress on that because students this age just did not know how to properly express themselves. This was such a crude generation. She shook her head.

"And while you are at it Mr. Whitlock, just give me the definition of this 'dude' word you seem so excited to use."

THIS! Faith restored in the generation. A polite student! She was a gem, a diamond in the rough, a beacon of light, hope for her generation! The girl received a genuine smile from the professor as well as a nod of her head.

"You are most welcome."

With a hair flip and a twist of the hips that added a certain strut to her heeled step, Ruby Banner headed to the Slytherin table. Her people, apparently, according to the rude hat who didn't even introduce itself or say hello or anything. She had already, in the short time she'd been wearing it, made a few necessary adjustments to the horror show this school claimed was a suitable uniform. Skirt shortened? Check. Tie loosened? Check. Top buttons undone? Check, check, check.

The newest Slytherin fifth year eyed the table thoughtfully. Where to sit? Which position would she claim forevermore? There were an awful lot of little kids. That didn't appeal at all except maybe to amass a following if she got bored. That could wait though.

Ooooooooh there was her answer. Hellllllooooo Grayson. She was confident he'd be pleased that she was in his house, absolutely sure, in fact. She gave him a sultry little wave. He was still going to give her a tour, right?

Ruby also noticed shiny badges. Prefects? Hmm obviously she had to make friends with them. And it seemed Gray already had an in, so that was useful. That one girl she recognized actually, from the field trip even if Ruby hadn't exactly been social with most of the girls that had gone.

She'd had other priorities, you see.

Okay, but hold the floo for a second, there was a woman in a throne at the head of the table. Ruby eyed her up and down, taking measure. Why did everyone else get stuck sitting on hard benches? Why weren't there even cushions to sit on?

"So like, where's my throne?" Hand on hip, hair flip. Something had to be done about this lack.While she surely wasn't up to thrones, Ruby could manage a cushion. She conjured a lovely fat one, the same green and silver that was apparently her new house colours because obviously she wouldn't want it to clash. Obviously. Now she just had to choose where to place said cushion.

Professor Bellaire blinked at the boy, who just last year aboned a class of under classmen to save his own skin. She had been shocked and slightly slightly impressed.

"No Mr. Mourdant. I just hope that you'll be just as enthused about transfiguration when class begins."

What was this blatant lack of home training and walking disregard for order and all things decent doing? Where was the grounds keeper and the deputy head master? Did they not see this student when she stepped off the train? Did they not see her when she walked into the sacred halls of this .f- no well..institution?

Oh no sweetie, not on her watch and not at this table.

Professor Bellaire got up from her seat (throne) and looked the girl up and down. NO she wasn't even going to start with her request for a throne. She was going to start with the appalling state of her uniform.

"See you have two choices. You adjust that tie and blouse right this instant, and will also let me adjust the length of that skirt, as well as the height of those heels or you can have detention. There are no 'if' 'buts' or 'maybes'. Am I clear ..Miss...? And while you're at it, let me have your name."

Sooooo who was this lady exactly? Ruby turned slightly and plastered a sweetly innocent smile on her face. Like really, who was she hurting? Ruby was simply expressing her individuality. Aware that she had possibly gained an audience thanks to the volume and everything, Ruby just met the woman's gaze, raised one eyebrow, and dropped her cushion at her feet. Then she proceeded to 'adjust' her tie and her blouse, by loosening said tie a little more, and popping the collar. That was an adjustment. She was following directions.

"Oh Professor," -Assuming she was one of those and not just some random old lady trying to lord it over everyone because she couldn't control people her own age (or why else was she here and not up there with the other adults?)- "Thanks bunches, but I don't think my skirt could possibly get any shorter without putting on a show! Kind of you to offer though!"

As for her name, well. Still with that sweetly polite smile in place she offered her hand. "Ruby Banner. So nice to meet you, Professor...?" Did she have a name or could Ruby make one up?

"Detention."

Sophia flicked her wand at the girl and adjusted the blouse and tie herself. It was exactly how it should be. Her tie was pulled in, in a neat knot and her blouse was perfectly buttoned, as it should be. As for her skirt; a tap to it had it all the way to her ankle.

"I dare you to adjust it, Miss Banner." Sophia said narrowing her eyes at the child.

"You will learn not to cross Profess Bellaire." Yes Miss Banner, remember the name.

Detention?

"That's not fair! I did exactly what you asked, Professor." Right? Yes? She had. There was a whooooole table of witnesses!

And now her skirt was MAXI? GASP. But THAT wasn't 'appropriate uniform' either!

....

........

.....

Dare?

Well, if she dared her, and apparently Ruby was getting detention anyway....

Not dropping eye contact except for the few seconds it took to tap her thigh with her own wand, Ruby DID adjust it again. Mind you, not quite so short as it had been, but certainly above the knee again at least. She gazed at the professor and lifted her chin, waiting for a reaction.

"Life is not fair Miss Banner, especially for those who are insolent."

Sophia's eyes widened as the child looked into her face and disobeyed her. The insolence was not going to fly with her. No way.

.........

Sophia's eyes narrowed and she took hold of the shoulder hem of her shirt and pulled her physically away from the table, but not before she put her uniform back to how she had it before and this time she used a semi-permanent charm.

"You will stand for the rest of the ceremony and if I see or hear anything more from you Miss Banner, you will spent the rest of the night ads a rat!"

Ugh. Honestly. Someone hadn't had enough affection as a child. Ruby didn't mind standing though, all eyes were on her that way, and she still could rock a long skirt, though usually she did so with a cropped top to go with it rather than covering everything up. But what she wanted to know was how come professors were allowed to bully students like this? A rat? Seriously?

Fine. She capitulated, not saying another word, though it was clear she wasn't exactly intimidated, simply choosing her battles. Ruby smiled prettily at this Bellaire, eyes narrowing slightly, and casually used her wand to neatly tie her hair back in a bun, wand shoved through it to hold it in place. Too bad she didn't have Gabe's glasses, or she could definitely play up the sexy librarian angle right now.

Ruby didn't once drop her gaze from the professor. She just directed an overly polite smile at the woman, a touch of whimsy at the curved edges of her lips. Were they done, then?

Sophia certainly did not need the sass coming from her mouth to know that the child was still having an attitude. Her body language said it all, but she knew how to deal with children like this. Oh yes, she knew how to make crocked lines straight.

The transfiguration professor took up the cushion that the rebel child had dropped and tapped it with her wand. The cushion immediately grew little combs to secure it in place, then she placed it on Ruby's head.

"You don't have a throne but here's a crown, stand tall now, you don't want your crown to fall to the ground. That's a royal dishonour."

One last narrowed eyes, look at the girl, then Sophia went back to her seat/throne.