The title ‘prefect’ can affect anyone’s attitude, Ethan’s included. Deep down, he’s still unsure about the responsibility, but there was NO WAY he’d show it especially in front of the younger students. He has to be role model of some sort, as well as watch out for his fellow snakes whether they are older, younger, new, and Merlin forbid, nutsos. It was definitely going to be a task to keep an eye out on Agatha, even if he hates her guts. “Awesome, isn’t it? Maybe when you get older you’ll get badged too.” Too bad he won’t be there when that time comes.

Ethan’s brows slowly went up as the little girl announced his long name. Wasn’t he like that too, a couple of years ago? He used to match his introduction with a series of jumps, because he, somehow, can’t stand still while doing it. Magdalena Natalie Traulton, aka, Maggie. Noted. “Hello, Maggie. You know, I used to introduce myself that way too. ‘Hey, hi! I’m EthanTylerMordauntbutyoucancallmeEthan…or Awesome.’” Ethan let out a chuckle as he remembered those days not too long ago. “I talk so fast that people didn’t get my full name. Just the awesome part, which is cool.” You know, people calling you ‘awesome’. Heh. Hm. And…why was she petting Dante’s arm? Glancing at the boy, then back to the girl, Ethan realized that her eyes were focused on him, and...why was she leaning on him?! Merlin. Kids can be scary. “Oh, don’t mention it. Molly sort of…found me.” The blond boy shrugged, thinking that her pet was…odd. “You have to keep a close eye on her though. This castle’s huge.” And he, as her prefect, will keep an eye on every single one of them to make sure that they will not be breaking any rules.




The number of little people joining their table was just…a lot. Ethan eyed another girl join them, and saw her passing Maggie and Dante looks. The fourth year’s observation skill was extra sharp that night, and was convinced that the newcomer already had an encounter with the two. Merlin. By the minute, the boy felt that he will have a lot of ‘babysitting’ to do. No scratch that, he will be watching out for little snakes until he graduates. Oh maaaaaan. He soooooo didn’t sign up for that. Ethan continued to watch, and was impressed when she greeted Professor Bellaire. See? See that genuine smile on her face? Hah! That kid should thank him, because it was his idea. The blond boy waited for their eyes to meet, and as they did, he gave her a proud grin, and a thumbs up. Well done, young lady!



Well, no speech yet, and the Sorting was still on-going. Ethan turned briefly to see if any of the first years or transfers wore the Sorting Hat backwards. He did so, last term, and thought it was epic. The Hat didn’t like him though. Rude. Well, their table was far more interesting, and so, the prefect looked alllllllllllll the way down the table. WHERE WAS HOLDEN?! Surely, he made it to the loo just in time to pee, yeah? It’ll be embarrassing if he didn’t. Or…oh! Or maybe he was with CB! That little flirt…

Ethan squinted, and saw his cousin. What was he doing all the way down there??? The fair-haired boy did a wave, and gestured Cutty to come closer. Was everything all right?

...


Ethan turned his head again to face Professor Bellaire. He was about to respond to her, when an older girl (thank Merlin, it wasn’t another first year) looked for her throne. What…throne? The blond boy turned to face the voice and…ohmysweetMerlin. GRAYSON ARE YOU SEEING THIS?! Ethan gaped at her, but snapped his mouth shut again, when Bellaire stood up from her throneseat and exchanged words with…Ruby Banner.

It was entertaining to see the whole ‘fixing her uniform’ act in front and watched the two exchange more words. Ethan did not catch all of it, because he was too busy watching Ruby’s skirt go from short, to long, to short again. Heh. Grayson must be having a grand—OHWAITWHAT. Detention?! ALREADY! Ethan eyed them both as Bellaire dragged Ruby away from them.

Ayayay. Not good.

Oh please. Eye roll. She could rock this. Ruby nudged said 'cushion crown' so that it was on a festively jaunty angle and essentially struck a pose, hip jutting out just so. Fashion statement? Sure, why not? She glanced over at the Slytherin table and blew a few kisses, then stood there oozing confidence and high fashion.

Oh no, she did not stay to pose like a mannequin. "Stand like a lady Miss Banner. You do know how to do that don't you?" Sophia lazily flicked her wand and straightened the cushion crown on the girl's head.

"Straighten up Miss Banner." Team no smile. Team so serious. Hello, she was not joking.

Didn't she have anything better to do? Clearly not. Whatever. Ruby managed a bored smile in Bellaire's direction, and straightened up slightly. Enough to be considered straightened at least.

You know, like a lady.

Totally angelic and innocent over here. Clearly she had been unfairly treated. She had done precisely and exactly what the professor had said after all. Precisely and exactly.

Historical Excavation? That sounded all sorts of interesting. A slight shock at her use of words, Paulie blinked a couple times with her thumb tapping at the edge of her lower lip. Was Dot messing with her? "Serious? Let's do it," Paulie most likely wouldn't touch anything under that table even if she had 3 foot stick to poke at it with. Or gloves, and maybe a safety mask. "We'll have to title our discovery as 'Hogwarts Impressions: Cavities Through the Years'" It will be magical.

And who was this? Boy around her age came around to join the table. He was simple, no hand shake or real consideration of Paulie. Just a light greeting to a new house member. "Thank you, Cutty," What a handsome name. "Paulie Nanchat." She spoke, peaking over her shoulder with a crooked grin and a light wave of her hand.

In the background, Nani caught eye of one of the professors and, a student she had no idea. Their words where swift, she couldn't tell what was happening really. Something pestering about the Slytherin's clothing. The professor had it on her, Paulie had to admit. But the girl was sneering back with fashion and zest, it was a little funny as she stood her ground. Get it girl.

Isla was definitely a little anxious. She was usually a very confident girl but something about this situation was making her feel just a tad bit overwhelmed. She took a deep breath, exhaling it slowly before heading in the direction of her new house table.

She quickly found an empty space and slid down onto the bench, ensuring that there was a smile on her face to encourage those around her to approach! She was in desperate need of some new friends, grateful for those that she had met thus far too.

She let her gaze wander to the magnificent array of food on display for them to eat and bit down on her lip. Blimey, hopefully the food was like this every day! She'd certainly be happy. She picked up a goblet and poured herself some pumpkin juice, still hopeful that someone would talk to her! She knew it wasn't all too usual for someone her age to be joining as a new pupil, friendship groups had already been formed and so on, but she really hoped that people would be welcoming.

She was certain that the next couple of years were going to be an awful lot of fun, especially having been sorted into Slytherin. Her mischievous side would definitely be coming out to play.

Agatha was going to ignore Grayson's little fit, but he kept rambling on and even asked what was wrong with her leg. Since she knew he meant no good, she simply turned to him briefly and shushed him before looking back at professor Bellaire. Much more important, see.

Oh, and Ethan, don't think she didn't see you staring hard at her. Agatha DID see that and stared right back. Or glared, even. That little weirdo got everything he ever wanted, didn't he? Spoiled brat. If he thought she'd giev him a break because he was prefect now, he'd be terribly wrong. Terribly. Wrong.

WRONG.

Hmph.

Anyhow. More kids were coming to their table, but Agatha wasn't in a mood to greet or welcome them anymore, so all they got was a look as she watched them join them. Analysing, she was. Hm. Oh, hi, Cutty. He got a look too. A nod even.

The ballerina was back to smiling when professor Bellaire commented on their family farm and how it was for the best. "I agree." She nodded when the woman asked her to give him her best wishes and for him to keep in touch. "I will, ma'am. Thank you." Delightful woman, professor Bellaire was. Mmhm! Agatha was a fan.

But oh... my... Morgana.... the worst happened. What was the name? Ruby Banner? Oh, ew, Agatha already didn't like the attitude as soon as the girl approached teir table and demanded a throne. Not even Agatha did that.She knew professor Bellaire was a special person and deserved a throne of her own. Students had no right. See, even AGATHA knew that.

But wow, look at professor Bellaire GO! Agatha couldn't help but smirk. Big time. HAH! The girl already had detention! On her first night there! Mwahahahaha! HAH!! Awww, Agatha was feeling so smug right now. Professor Bellaire shoved her attitude down Banner's throooat, HAH!

What a show. What. A. Show. This was too good. Thank Morgana professor Bellaire was there to put that girl on her right place. That was too good, Morgana. Too good!!!

Adi finally caught Agatha's eyes. He grinned at her and even waved but he didn't shout out anything that had to do with the word 'wife'. It was too early in the term to trouble her. Plus it wouldn't reflect good on him if he went around picking on people. So what he did say was, "Hi, Agatha!''

Then there was Beverly. The fourth year smiled at her. He'd already met her on the Train but she was one of those Slytherins he was fond of.

Oh, yesh. This shiny badge was hard to miss. Adi was amused at how Grayson was for one moment talking about his summer and then blurting out the prefect thing. "Yes, I am. Surprising, isn't it?'' LOL. "Thanks, man. What, haven't I proven that I'm cool enough to be a cool prefect?'' he kidded.

Cutty! The awesome candy person! "Yes, yes, I am.'' The Hufflepuff eyed his fellow fourth year. Was it him or did Cutty seem more unusual than regular? Hmmm. Anywaaay..."So Cutty. Have you got any exotics to offer as congratulations?'' Hehe.

Professor Bellaire was there too, having just joined the Slytherins. One did not just ignore the awesome Transfiguration lady. "Hello, Professor,'' Adi greeted and at the same time trying to flatten his hair that was still tussled thanks to AJ ruffling it. See, Professor? Even outside of the classroom you made your students want to look neat. LOL.

Well duh. Ruby fit so well as a Slytherin that Marigold even rolled her eyes a little. She had hoped for Hufflepuff, yeah, but Ruby a Hufflepuff? Not so much. She made her way over to the snake table to congratulate Ruby on being able to wear green and look good in it when she noticed a definite quarrel between Bellaire and Ruby. It looked bad, plus Bellaire was lengthening Ruby's skirt to... Her ankles, apparently. And then Ruby shortened it again.

Marigold squeeze her eyes shut, and when she opened them again, was surprised that Ruby was still in human form. She reminded herself to warn Ruby not to infuriate teachers BECAUSE DETENTION WAS'NT FUN.

Or so she had heard.

Marigold didn't want to interrupt much, so she stayed a few steps away. "I'll... Uh... Come back when you aren't talking to a professor," she said, nervously glancing at Bellaire, before scanning the rest of the table. She started inching towards Beverly and the prefect Ethan... Just in case sparks started flying.

Ethan had to give it to Agatha when it comes to glaring. Her look of daggers were nowhere intimidating to the boy, and it comes off as something ugly. The look on her face was so unpleasant that it was IMPOSSIBLE to miss. The blond kid, bored by this exchange of looks, stared back at the nutso witch, crossing his arms on the table, DEDUCING Hapgood. Slowly, a grin formed on the boy’s lips as he realized something. Agatha has been pompously announcing how proper of a lady she is, when in fact, she really isn’t. One, she fights with boys just because they’re annoying—using physical force by the way, and two, she’s uber rude. What KIND of lady is THAT?

Ethan tilted his head to the side, as another theory formed inside his head. What if the hair-flipping was some sort of defence mechanism? What if…she uses it as a confidence booster? Does that mean she’s insecure? About what? Ethan sat straighter on his seat, eyes fixed on Agatha, the grin on his face getting bigger. Bitter Agatha IS funny. Ethan’s thumb was on his lips, as a snort came out of his mouth, then waved off Agatha. Yeah, yeah. You’re not important Hapgood.

Then came…what was her name again? The girl whom he almost stepped on back at the Moving Staircases? Golden? Goldilocks? Goldie? As his brain raced for the information he needed, he eyed her…and her badge. Oh so she’s a prefect too! Ethan didn’t say anything, but gave her an acknowledging nod and a grin. Was she going to sit or…?

See that was an epic fistbump. No denying that. Oh so the Professor was actually the Transfiguration Professor. That was good information to know. Plus he was pretty sure he would have to take that class. Yep, no getting out of it besides becoming sick....Uh, why was his arm getting patted. Was there someone he needed to see or was she trying to pet her cat. He was not sure. But then he saw that girl from the boats. So she was a slytherin too. She was probably crazy too.

Well it was too late to say hi to this Professor now. He was in the middle of an awesome stare down now. He was not going to give up like that. Dante stared back at her not even blinking. Yeah, it was that serious.

But one thing he did notice was this older girl. Real crazy. She was arguing with this staring Professor Bellaire, was it. And wait were there thrones that he could sit on. That would be pretty awesome. Though Dante did not want a throne. Just a nice seat next to it. That would be nice.

Though some food would be nice too.

As the professor had responded to her, Brooklyn felt like sending a big ‘so there’ to all the people who had said she was rude. As far as she was concerned, they were the rude ones. For example, the boy from the boat was [i]staring[/s] at the professor, and that definitely didn’t seem like a way to make an impression. All it had gotten was a glare back, and Brooklyn would have added her own had there not been the distraction of the smile and nod from the professor toward herself. She’d smiled back, giving another curtsy to punctuate her difference from the others before she had returned to her seat and arranged Tywin on her lap yet again. There had been a thought to apologize for them, but they weren’t her fault. The boy from the boat definitely wasn’t her fault, scaring all the others into thinking a squid had been going to come out and eat them on their way across the lake. She hadn’t seen any squids, anyway. Even if there was one, it probably only ate fish or whatever it was squids usually ate.

As she had settled back into her seat, she’d glanced back at the prefect who she’d basically eavesdropped on and saw the grin. The thumbs up was somewhat ignored, but she had returned the grin. She’d proven she was better than the other firsties, when she wanted to be. Getting the professors to like her definitely was a time to act polite, and prefects liking her was useful too. Not to mention, there had been that whole scene after she’d gotten back to her seat, with the older girl getting the professor angry. Blue eyes had gone to the girl both analytically and almost reproachful, just watching her stand there with the cushion on her head. That wasn’t a crown. She knew what a crown was, and that wasn’t it.

Well...Sophie's dinner for two (aka she and Grayson being the only two at the house table) didn't last very long. Oh, well. He was still here, and he was still hot, so that was all that mattered. Plus, she now knew where basically all her friends were. Caleb was still MIA, so maybe she'd lucked out, and he'd caught the train to Durmstrang instead. She was still mad at him for that stunt he'd pulled in Diagon Alley a week or so ago.

BUT GRAYSON! So who cared about Caleb right now?

She could just melt into those eyes of his. She returned his smirk with a smile. UGH, couldn't she have just smirked back and played it cool? Obviously not. Her smiled widened when he made the comment about her being hot on the train. "You've just got this flirting thing down pat, don't you?" she said, calling him out on the fact that he was just being so smooth with feeding her all the right lines. She loved that flirting, though.

"You're looking pretty hot yourself," she boldly pointed out. "Tell me, Grayson. When are we going to hang out? Just you and I, I mean." Another bold move. She was SO crossing her fingers for that Hogsmeade date this school year. The snow seemed to be gone, so they had no excuses to stay inside the castle. "Florean's was awesome, but you know what they say--two's company and three can sometimes be a crowd." What she meant to say was, 'You're hot, and I want to spend time with you and JUST YOU!'

Heh.

"Cinna," she quickly said, answering his question. She didn't want to talk too much about anybody else. She wanted to know all about that Hogsmeade date. Also, something Grayson said to Ethan caught her attention. "You're prefect? Awesome, Ethan," she said with a grin. "Congrats!" He'd let them get away with whatever they wanted to do, right? ... RIGHT?

Great. Dante was a first year too. "It is not going to be boring at all" Hugo assured him "I know this is gonna be a great year" yes, yes, yes "And now, I want to try the food" he was starving.

Many other older students welcomed them and Hugo nodded and said thanks to all of them. Though, there were people who was...special. Like the crying girl, the girl with the cat attacking the boy with a badge (whom by the way was a prefect and that was cool). See what they had in common? They were girls. Girls are trouble, but fun to annoy.

Then, a woman came to their table. A professor for sure. Hugo stared at her because she conjured this big chair and sat on it. Awesome. He smiled at her "Hello professor...?" he didn't know her name so, just "professor" would be.

And again, ANOTHER woman was making something to talk about, this time an older girl. Who did she think she was? Girls are crazy. He rolled his eyes. Though, he had to give the girls some credit. He hadn't been bored of watching everything they had caused.

The queen was giving Dot the stink eye, which Dot was pretty sure she didn't deserve. She wasn't under the table anymore, see? And she wasn't crying or anything. And she... oh, her elbows were on the table. Straightening in a hurry, Dot tucked her hands out of sight and gripped her knees to keep from resting them on the table.

Lucky for her there was a girl who wanted to be queen herself, apparently, and Dot just stared in interest as she went head to head with Queen Professor Bellaire. Queen Professor was definitely not used to people questioning her rule. It made Dot want to bite her thumb in nerves, she was so SURE that the girl, this Ruby person was going to be turned into a goldfish. OR A RAT? SEE? SEE DIMA? THEY DID TURN PEOPLE INTO ANIMALS HERE.

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Historical Excavation? That sounded all sorts of interesting. A slight shock at her use of words, Paulie blinked a couple times with her thumb tapping at the edge of her lower lip. Was Dot messing with her? "Serious? Let's do it," Paulie most likely wouldn't touch anything under that table even if she had 3 foot stick to poke at it with. Or gloves, and maybe a safety mask. "We'll have to title our discovery as 'Hogwarts Impressions: Cavities Through the Years'" It will be magical.

And who was this? Boy around her age came around to join the table. He was simple, no hand shake or real consideration of Paulie. Just a light greeting to a new house member. "Thank you, Cutty," What a handsome name. "Paulie Nanchat." She spoke, peaking over her shoulder with a crooked grin and a light wave of her hand.

In the background, Nani caught eye of one of the professors and, a student she had no idea. Their words where swift, she couldn't tell what was happening really. Something pestering about the Slytherin's clothing. The professor had it on her, Paulie had to admit. But the girl was sneering back with fashion and zest, it was a little funny as she stood her ground. Get it girl.

Oh. Was gum excavating an actual for real thing? Dot wasn't keen on getting back down there and touching anything that had once been in someone's mouth, but she smiled just slightly. Better to say no later when she wasn't likely to come across as a wet rag or something, right?

"I'd rather dig up mammoths, honestly. No one's been chewing on them." But it was a start. Maybe someone had stuck a treasure map to the bottom of the table... probably not, but it was worth considering all the possibilities. "What year are you?"

She waited as a boy interrupted them. Or sort of did. He got Paulie's attention, but then that was a thing boys did. It was dead boring. Dot just watched him, bright eyes intent on his face. Go 'way, distracting boy.

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Great. Dante was a first year too. "It is not going to be boring at all" Hugo assured him "I know this is gonna be a great year" yes, yes, yes "And now, I want to try the food" he was starving.

Many other older students welcomed them and Hugo nodded and said thanks to all of them. Though, there were people who was...special. Like the crying girl, the girl with the cat attacking the boy with a badge (whom by the way was a prefect and that was cool). See what they had in common? They were girls. Girls are trouble, but fun to annoy.

Then, a woman came to their table. A professor for sure. Hugo stared at her because she conjured this big chair and sat on it. Awesome. He smiled at her "Hello professor...?" he didn't know her name so, just "professor" would be.

And again, ANOTHER woman was making something to talk about, this time an older girl. Who did she think she was? Girls are crazy. He rolled his eyes. Though, he had to give the girls some credit. He hadn't been bored of watching everything they had caused.

There was another student, just about Dot's size and age, and she wiggled her fingers at him in greeting. He was hungry, which Dot completely understood. Food, right? FOOOOOD. When was that happening? It was late, they'd spent all day on a train, she'd been traumatized by a hat, and now Dot deserved a pile of chicken legs.

And mashed potatoes.

"When do we eat? D'you know?" she whispered it, in case it was an extremely ignorant question. Hey. Hey, kid. D'you know?

"I'll count and let you know. After." It was a promise back, did she know?

Dima crawled out from underneath the table right after the redhead had, and he shot a BIG grin in Grayson's direction before he gave Dot a squeeze. It was meant to be a reassuring hug, and he really hoped it did the trick. 'Cause this was SO much better than crying.

Good, then? "See you. And if you need me, I'm RIGHT over there." Wasn't too hard to locate the table draped in blue.

Another quick hug, and he was gone.

Ethan liked how this Dante kid was observant and all that. He also appreciates the fact that the young boy had the makings of a gentleman. Somehow. Ethan wondered what in Merlin's pink trousers was going on inside that tiny head of his.

He saw him look at the Ruby/Bellaire drama though, and this made Ethan put his hand on top of Dante's head, gently turning it to face the other side. You're too young to see that skirt go from short to long, then back to short again Dante boy.



Oh what do we have here? Another Agatha? Ethan did not mind her doing a curtsy for the professor, because it was lady-like, but the boy was hoping that she's not violent like that nutso witch.

Ethan took the opportunity to introduce himself, when she returned the grin. It was just polite. Besides, she needed to know who's who in this table. "Hi. What's your name?" her grin didn't look...friendly, but she was worth knowing. She's a baby Snake after all.

And what was up with Dante and her doing a staring contest?! "Have you met these two?" he asked with a friendly tone as he pointed at Maggie and Dante beside him. Please don't tell him that a fight broke out when he wasn't looking...



Did Sophie really want him in this conversation? Ethan can't possibly miss the boldness that the she-snake was showing, and he was more than happy to leave the TWO alone. He's a good friend, you see? But...where's Caleb? "Yes, I am." he said grinning and poking his badge. And that makes him 11 times more awesome. "Thank you, Sophie." he replied, and glanced back at Grayson.

If he is to 'babysit' those baby snakes beside him, he was also definitely going to lurk around her and Grayson. He won't rat them out right away if they did something that is outside of the rules, but he will confront them before the staff does. Remember guys, we have a House Cup to win THIS TERM.

They can do all the snogging in Hogsmeade, if they want to. He couldn't care less about it, really.

SPEECH TIME!

Good, because he's already starving.

Ethan turned to face the front, eyed the new and returning Professors. He never met Professor Tanner before, and the two new staffers look interesting. Professor Walton looks...stern in some way, and he would be teaching Herbology. One of his weakest subjects! Then there was Groundskeeper Milliard. Ethan immediately liked him. His face looks friendly, and he seems to be a cool person. He'd have to visit him tomorrow and introduce himself.

And of course, the chorts. He had a blast investigating the situation with his friends, and Professor Botros. He looked at the old man, and grinned at him even if he wasn't looking. He liked the guy, because he gives great hugs.

Ethan applauded with everyone else, his clapping was a bit louder than the rest because he knew that his Uncle was one of those people who dealt with the Chorts. Even if he's miles away, he was uber proud of him.

THEN FOOOOOOOOD!

Glorious FOOD.



The fair-haired boy turned just in time to hear the question. She was the one crying earlier, yeah? "Now." Ethan smiled at her and the other new boy and gestured his hand towards the food.

All right you lot. DIG IN.

Slytherin. She was happy about that. Like her father. And like most of her family. It was only really her mother and aunt that hadn't been in Slytherin. So she was kind of happy. She really hoped that the sorting hat hadn't ruined her hair though, because that really would have sucked. After being sorted the girl had headed over to her new house table, joining her cousin Ruby. And then she'd kind of stared at Ruby for a little. Was that a new fashion statement.

"Ruby... what have you got on your head?"

As far as Brooklyn cared, people could have watched her and how she had acted toward the professor all they wanted. Maybe they would have learned something, especially since she knew that she’d made a good first impression. That made it all the more easier from now on. Professor Bellaire liked her, and now she could work on the prefects. Starting with the boy one, who had grinned at her. It didn’t matter that the other two firsties had already practically laid claim to him. He’d still noticed her, and she had only smiled again as he’d spoken. She’d accomplished two things at once, and she mentally sent another so there to certain other people who were somewhere at the table. She’d heard the Sortings that had happened after her, after all.

“Hi,” she replied. “I’m Brooklyn.” Remember the name. She only allowed special people to call her any different, like how Daddy was allowed to call her Princess. Actually, she wouldn’t have had a problem if everyone called her that, but she chose not to say that to the prefect. “What’s yours?” He hadn’t introduced himself, after all. He’d only decided to point out the earlier stuff that had gone on between her and the other two firsties, which obviously he didn’t know about. The older students didn’t take the boats, so he hadn’t been there.

“Not really. He was talking about a squid eating people when we were all waiting to get in the boats, so I suggested it only ate stupid people,” she explained. She was trying to make the other firsties feel safer, of course, and she’d gotten invited onto the boat with Leo, Tessa and the other boy with the long name. Not either of the two near the prefect. “And I tried telling her that we picked our own boats.”



She would have gone into more detail with her story to the prefect, but the headmistress had stood and called for everyone’s attention and it had made her look back toward the dais she’d been watching before her Sorting. Plus, the noise had woken Tywin up, and the kitten had started digging his claws into her skirt. Too many distractions. Not that the chort stuff really piqued her interest. Obviously they’d gotten rid of those before she’d come to Hogwarts. She didn’t really care about returning professors either. All of them were new to her, even if Lily had tried telling her about them before she’d come. She hadn’t really paid attention except for the ones who she needed to pay attention to.

Although she’d glanced at the new ones. She’d already seen the groundskeeper at the boats, and he didn’t look any less nervous up there than he had by the lake. The Herbology professor was more interesting. She was back to waiting for more people to welcome her, too. The headmistress had said they should.

Oh, and there was food now. Good. Now she and Tywin wouldn’t have to starve.

Cutty was suppressing a smile in an obvious manner. He'd taken that statement to mean that this term would be a particularly challenging one. He much liked the idea of that. Yes, Professor Bellaire. Make it HURT.

Then the Ruby thing happened and Cutty was jealous.


He wanted to be a rat.



It would afford him sooo many opportunities.

From his position, Cutty spotted Ethan and the hand waving gesture. Which he returned...with a smile...whilst remaining seated. Without Simon in the vicinity, Ethan might be looking for a new sidekick. Cutty quite thought he could be a sidekick for Ethan. Maybe. For the right price. But, oh, what the hell. He was having much too much fun with things as they were. At least, for the moment. Jerkface.

And then Agatha got a head nod salutation in return. JERKFACEPERSONHEADIHATEMYOWNCHARACTERSOMUCH!!!!

"Nice to meet you, Paulie. And who's that little kidda there?" He said indicating Clutchling Baby Dot, whose facial expressions he was FULLY aware of and FULLY ignoring. "I saw yer crawl out from under the table. You'll like the common room, then." Say something. Say something in your squeaky little voice, small'un!

"Maybe I do and maaaybe I don't." But apparently, that meant yes because whilst he spoke he was reaching into his robes and pulling out a bar candy and tossing it lightly toward the Badger Boss. "I have discounts for prefects too. Don't yer go spoilin' yer dinneh, Rehman."


Hey! Look at that girl tuckin' right in! Cutty found her inspirational and followed suit, pouring himself some juice immediately after her. "The mash. You've got to try the mash. They're one of the best things the castle's elves make here." He told her offering thoughts from experience at the school. "Cutty Mordaunt." He introduced himself post sip. "Yew look like you've never spent a night in a dungeon before. Am I right?"

She had to have been new to Slytherin. As did the girl who had so recently joined them. Ruby. She knew the pretty one's name. She'd met her before as did he. He had a good feeling about this Ruby girl the more he was able to observe about her.

Healer Murdoch had seen enough of Professor Bellaire being a bully with the new girl. She had stood back watching what was going on long enough, but now it was time for this Head of House to step in. Disciplining a student was one thing, but Bellaire had taken this beyond discipline. Now she was just out to humiliate the girl, and that was something Cecelia just did not approve of.

Moving from her spot where she had been watching what was going on, she stepped in between the professor and the girl. "Professor, I know you're not going to deny this girl her right to sit and eat dinner." Cece didn't care what the girl had done. Denying a child to eat was NOT an option for discipline.

EVER!

Not waiting for Bellaire to answer her, she turned to look at the girl. "As your Head of House I am giving you permission to sit down and eat your dinner. And you will take that ridiculous pillow off your head." Since it's not a part of the school uniform, which Bellaire seems hung up on... again.

She looked back over to Professor Bellaire. "Don't want her being out of uniform now do we." Miss everyone must be in proper dress code around me.

Sophia did not get up, she didn't think the presence/butting in of Healer Tillstorm was worth the effort at this point. Hardly so, and in any case she had made her point to Miss Banner and had served to discipline her accordingly, so whatever the Head of House felt like doing mattered not to her.

She waved off the woman dismissively, like one would do to a house-elf after it had finished it's duty. Leave Healer Tillstorm, go away.

"I'f you're donetrying to undermine me Healer, you may now excuse yourself." Blocking her view of the delinquent.

Everything was nice. Very nice.

Hugo turned around and observed the other house tables. Lots of people. Gladly, he wasn't claustrofobic or he would be dead by now. Then, he noticed someone was saying hi to him. It was the girl who was crying earlier. He looked at her and waved his hand awkwardly. "Hello..."

Ohh but the girl wanted food too. Point for you crying girl. "I don't know" he shrugged "But I'm starving" as always. "I'm Hugo" he told her "Why were you crying before?" he couldn't resist to ask.

Then, the headmistress gave a speech. Chorts? What are chorts? He had a puzzled look. And there were new professors as well. Well, for him everyone was new. Hugo looked at each one of the professors, some of them looked friendly and others... well, it was going to be interesting.

And finally, FOOD. Before he could say anything to the girl, the boy with the badge spoke. "Yess, finally!" said the boy in excitement and his stomach growled.

Just look at all these amazing, delicious food. Thank you Hogwarts. "Eat" he told the girl and grabbed beef, mashed potatoes, gravy on top (obviously) and bread. Ohh and wait for the dessert.

"I hope you are right" Though the drama at this table was better than anything he saw randomly on tv at home. "And Same." Dante was really hungry. But he was entertained right now. so it was alright.

Wait, why was Ethan trying to turn his head away from this girl. Dante kept watching out of the corner of his eyes. This was fascinating and he wanted to keep watching. And that girl from the boats was now talking to Ethan. Brooklyn,huh. Well it was true he did say those things to Thornton, and the other first years there. "It is true and it probably does only eat stupid people." Since they are both still alive and here. They are not stupid. Boom, Logic. He could so have been in ravenclaw.

The speech was alright and he heard there were some new Professors. So that Groundskeeper was new too. Interesting. And finally food! Dante grabbed some of his favorites and some new stuff and began eating. Whoa, now some other Professor? showed up and was talking to Professor Bellaire. This was getting more awesome. Was there going to be a fight or something. That would be cool.

"Ah, No Battle Royale" Dante mumbled to himself. Dante would have videotaped it if he had his phone or technology actually worked.

Bummer.

Oh snap. Oh double snap.

She had no particular inclination to respond to Maya just now given far more interesting things were going on and she wasn't a complete fool. Sooo this other lady was her head of house? Ooookay. Ruby obligingly removed her cushion!crown, expression one of guileless innocence.

Much perfected in front of a mirror naturally.

... but like... was she supposed to sit or what? Ruby took one step closer to the table and wondered if anyone was taking wagers yet. Like nobody had told her she'd get dinner and a show! Maybe Hogwarts would be alright after all.