Tessa found herself wandering the corridors, thinking quietly to herself, looking at all the amazing portraits, she was in awe. She looked up at all of them, study the different portraits.

Iris Pius was sitting straight in her portrait, her glasses at the edge of her nose she watched as a little girl came upon the row of portraits. The new term always brought new visitors.

"Good day young lady." She nodded her head respectfully at the child. Looking at her robes she was a Ravenclaw. Ravenclaws were always a nice conversational group.

Tessa smiled at the portrait, "Hello," she replied, smiling at her, "how are you today?"

The little girl smiling made Iris shift in her portrait. She knew the child was going to want a chat and Iris not usually being someone that got opportunities to chat during the summer months decided she'd get comfortable and speak with the child for awhile.

"I am doing well. I am doing well. I haven't had my visiting walk yet, but lots to see now that all the students are back." She did love the students and the entertainment they usually brought.

"I assume you are a first year?" By the way she was looking at Iris it just seemed first year was appropriate.

Crunch. Crunch. Crunch.

As Emmylou walked around the corridors of the most beautiful castle every she ate her candy in peace. The candy choice of today were a large bag of sour gummy worms, the kinds that had two different colors on their body. These things were amazing but for muggle candy her favorite was still nerds right now and as for wizarding candy she really liked chocolate frogs and licorice wands but this fourth year still loves all candy.

Emmylou found herself near all of the portraits. This was her time! Her time to try and be a art critic. It really couldn’t be that difficult, yeah? Emmylou walked up and down the corridor to find the perfect portrait to judge. She called it judging because people loved to judge but her on the other hand just kept her judgmental side to herself and tried to keep it locked away. The fourth year crossed her arms with her large bag of sour gummy worms still in her hands, she narrowed her ocean blue eyes and pursed her lips. That's what art critics looked like when they were judging art, right?

Nola was on a search for her cat Buster who apparently had already made a break for it. She hadn't seen him since after the Feast and she was currently a little homesick so it was imperative that the cat was found.

Seeing an older looking student looking intently at a portrait as she wandered the corridors Nola quietly walked up to stand beside them. "I think it needs more glitter." Nola said looking at the portrait. "Do you have any glitter on you?" She wasn't going to deface school property, she just wanted to see if someone had glitter in case she needed it for something.

Emmylou took a couple more sour gummy worms out of the noisy bag and popped them in her mouth. Crunch. Nom. Nom. Crunch. Her ocean blue eyes stared intently at the portrait. It needed something. Something that would make it more appealing because right now it was quite to dark for her taste. Maybe it needed some candy? Or maybe purple? Candy and the color purple fixed everything in Emmylou's eyes.

As Emmylou looked at the portrait more she got lost in it really. She snapped out of it as soon as some girl scared her half to death. Emmylou jumped up in the air. She was so focused on the portrait that she didn't even see or hear anyone come up next to her at all. Glitter? Emmylou looked at the girl and smiled brightly. "I have glitter back in the common room." Emmylou's southern accent spoke smoothly. "That's what's missing! Thank you!" Her accent had some twang and she was pretty sure it turned heads in classes when other students heard it. "I have purple glitter, gold glitter, silver glitter, blue glitter, green glitter and red glitter. I should have brought it with me." Emmylou was grateful that this girl had scared her because this portrait made so much sense now. It needed glitter.

Were those the candy worms that Nola's Uncle Mark like to magic them into moving by themselves? Nola was sure they were the same ones but ignored the instant pang of sadness that she felt. She missed Uncle Mark. Instead of focusing on Uncle Mark Nola looked back at the portrait.

"I didn't mean to scare you!" Nola exclaimed when the girl jumped. Maybe the tiny second year needed to add 'learn to not creep up on people' to her list of things she needed to work on. "I'm Nola Yorker." She smiled up at her.

When the girl started talking a smile crept onto Nola's face. "You have a different accent." She commented. "Are you from Louisiana?" Nola asked a bit excited. Nola had never really caught the southern accent she heard from Louisiana and talked more like her Uncle Mark who had spent most of his life in London. "I'm from Louisiana." Nola explained to her, for the moment glitter was not important.

Tessa nodded and listened to the lady. "Yeah, I'm a first year. I'm Tessa by the way," she exclaimed, "I didn't know the wizarding world was this vast!"

She was a first year, yes Iris could tell. It was easy to pick out the first years. Mostly because of the way they stared at the portraits and wanted to chat with them. So many would ignore and act like they weren't there. Iris loved when little ones talked to her. She had been hanging at the castle for many years and many times she wasn't spoken to. "I hope you are liking classes so far and getting around the castle alright." She could show her around some, she had some friends to visit if the child would need.

"Tessa it is very nice to meet you. My name is Iris." Which the child probably read off the name plate. "Are you a muggle born?" Her last statement got Iris wondering.

"Thanks! I've gotten lost a few times, but I've managed to find my way eventually!" she exclaimed with a wide-smile. Iris. She liked that name, "Nice to meet you as well! I really like your name!" It seemed like it fitted the lady. "Muggleborn? Yeah, I am," she replied with a shrug, she didn't know if that was a good or bad thing that she wasn't technically of blood. There was so much about this world she had yet to understand. Honestly, she didn't expect to understand everything.

She chuckled as she adjusted her glasses. [b] "This castle has always had it's ways of getting young students lost, but you will find your way soon enough." Every student had this issue and Iris knew that this one would do great soon enough.

Her smile grew, "Thank you, it was a family name." Though it ended with her if she remembered correctly. "Take pride in that child. Muggleborns have a great advantage to show their talents. It's a special thing to be here as a muggleborn." Giving the girl an encouraging smile.

"Thank you Iris! That means a lot," she exclaimed with a wide smile. She really liked Iris, she was so nice and really pretty! "So, tell me about you," she said, sitting down on the floor and looking up at the lady.

Emmylou took another sour gummy worm out of it's very noisy bag and popped it in her mouth. She thought that it would be a good and nice gesture if she asked the girl if she wanted one but the fourth year saw the sadness in the younger girls eyes and thought it wasn't best to share with her. Maybe she was homesick and sour gummy worms reminded her of home? Emmylou shrugged at the thought.

"I know you didn't." Emmylou beamed at the girl. The blonde looked at the girl. She hoped that she didn't think she was mad because she wasn't. "I'm Emmylou Duchannes. It's nice to meet you, Nola." She smiled and waved at the girl and then looked at the moving portrait for a few seconds and back at the Nola girl.

Emmylou noticed the girl smile as soon as she spoken to here. The fourth year had never gotten a response like that about her accent before. It was new and she liked it. Emmylou shook her head. "I was born in Louisiana but I live in Alabama." At least she was in the correct part of the country. She was from Louisiana! Emmylou beamed at the girl. She had never met anyone that lived so close to her before.

Iris gave a very polite smile at the child. This one very well mannered and very sweet. Adjusting her glasses she looked around noticing a few other students, but her attention was on this child for now.

When the next question came her smile grew a little more. It was a question that often came from the children. "There are many things I could tell you about myself. I was a Hufflepuff here at Hogwarts, I went on to become a muggle studies professor." She worked hard at what she did and was very proud of it.

"I did not like how women were treated so I helped fight for equal rights in the muggle world as well as the wizarding. Have you heard of the Women's Suffrage Movement of 1872?" Possibly not being she was young, but she was a woman herself, she should learn about her history. "What else would you like to know?" Iris was not one to sit and boast about her own life.

"Emmylou is a very pretty name." Nola smiled up at her. "Much more exciting and pretty than Nola." She added on. "I'm named after a city, can you believe that?" Nola asked. The twelve year did like her name, it was different from the plain Jane names that she often heard back home. But how could her name stand next to Emmylou?

"Alabama! I know where that is!" Nola exclaimed throwing her hands into the air. "I didn't know there was anyone at Hogwarts that was so close to home." Nola mused after a few moments.

"Hufflepuff? That's really awesome. Did you like being a professor?" she asked, she always wanted a profession in education, she didn't care where from but she still wanted one.
Woman Suffrage Movement? "No, sorry I don't, what is it about?" she asked out of curiosity.
"I'm not sure, I just like hearing other people's stories," she replied.

She smiled proudly as he girl spoke of her house, "It was. It is an honor to be in that house. It is an honor to be in any houses. There is a reason you got your letter, so you should always show pride in the house you were placed in." The school held many respectable things and Iris fully took pride in that. Her chest puffed out a bit in the pride she was holding.

"It was to give women in both the wizarding and muggle worlds equal rights. Men were not allowing that and though it was against many of my colleagues best interest, I took the movement very seriously." Most of her colleagues being men, they did not want her to succeed.

"It is always good to ask questions. Questions show interest and willingness to learn." It was a good habit for the young Ravenclaw to hold.

Emmylou never understood why people loved her name so much. To her, her name was just some normal name but when she had gone to Beauxbatons for two years and now in her second year at Hogwarts she was getting compliments on her name. She was guessing that no one in other countries named their daughters Emmylou. She liked her name being different but it still shocked her just like her accent shocked everyone. "Thank you. I like your name too. It's different and very pretty." Emmylou smiled and wondered where there was a city named Nola because she wanted to visit that city now.

Emmylou smiled and jumped up and down a bit. This was amazing and this girl was closer to home than Kace was. Kace lived close to her but that was in Kansas and that wasn't as close as Louisiana. "Not many people here know where Alabama is, it's nice to meet someone that lives so close." She beamed. "My boyfriend lives in Kansas but that's the closes person that I've ever met until I met you."

She smiled, she was proud of being a muggleborn and attending Hogwarts. She was proud of meeting so many friends. She was proud of being sorted into Ravenclaw. She held her chin high and beamed widely.
Wow. Did things like that really happen? "Wow, you are very brave to do that!" she was happy, maybe if this woman hadn't fought for them then, she wouldn't had been in the same place today. She nodded, it was good to show interest. "What was your favorite food?" she asked, "I really like homemade cherry pie." She could picture the food in her mind, fresh out of the oven at her grandmother's house.

She saw the child puff up her chest a bit more as they spoke. This was good, confidence was good. Confidence gave you a chance to do great things. So she felt her conversation with the child was successful.

"Brave wasn't something I thought of while doing it. It was just the right thing to do. You have to do what is right no matter how it seems to others." That was the way she lived her life until it's untimely end.

Food? She barely remembered food, but her tight smile stayed as she thought for a moment. "Chicken and dumplings." It was the clearest thought she could think of when food was the subject.

Homework, homework, time to do some homework.

Toby was super grateful that Fuller was the kind of professor to set practical homeworks rather than essays and stuff. Essays were really not Toby's game, y'know? But then... neither was this spell. In the lesson Toby had caused a small fire, a lot of smoke, AND accidentally flung his wand across the classroom attempting to cast it, so... practice was really needed.

He stopped in front of the large wall of portraits, squinting waaaaaaaaaay up to the ones right up neither the ceiling, so far up he'd need Oculus Focalis to see them. But that wasn't why he was here.

Toby stopped in front of the nearest portrait (some sort of scene set at a table, with a bunch of old dudes sitting and talking importantly) and watched it for a moment. Then, he raised the camera they'd been supplied with in Charms, and snapped a picture of the portrait's moving occupants. That was cool, right? A moving picture of a moving portrait. Double immortalised.

The Hufflepuff took the photograph from the front of his camera and knelt down on the floor, laying the developed picture out face up. He grabbed his wand from his pocket, imagined the intent of the spell clearly in his mind, and then tapped the middle of the photograph sharply and spoke clearly:

"Alacer!"

Had it worked? Judging by the amount of times it had gone wrong in class, the likelihood of the spell working right now was low, but Toby believed in himself. AND for GOOD REASON, for the picture was MOVING, JUST LIKE the portrait. Toby stared at it for a moment, and then up at the portrait he'd taken the photo of, as though comparing the two. Yep. COOL. AWESOME.

Grinning, Toby grabbed the picture, saluted the occupants of the portrait, and headed off to find something or someone else to take a photo of.

Alright time for his last photo and what better what to get his last photo than to go to the portraits. He liked this area. The portraits were soo friendly. He smiled at them all. He found one he liked. He saw the portrait of a little girl curtseying to him. He waved to her and showed the camera to have permission. She smiled and said it was fine. He smiled and let out a sigh of relief. He got his camera ready. She was doing nice poses and he laughed. "Thank you.." he told her. She didn't mind at all. She was having the time of her laugh.

He put his finger on the clicker and it took the photo after he looked through the viewfinder. He got the perfect picture. He bowed his head and saw his photo was developing. He was happy this assignment was going so well. He got his wand out of his robes and placed the photo on top of his folder and tapped it and said, "Alacer!" and then the photo was moving! Awesome! He was doing well with this charm!

Well that was five photos! Time to hand them in!