Agatha tossed her hair to the side as she entered the Common Room and stopped for a split of second when she saw the new arrangement of seats, then carried on walking as if nothing was different. Two women were waiting for the Slytherins and it took Agatha a moment to decide to give them both a simple nod. She would've greeted professor Bellaire more properly but that would mean she'd have to do the same with the Healer and she didn't want to, so a nod for both would do.

...

Choosing the best seat - the perks of being the first one to arrive - the girl fixed her hair again and looked around as they waited for the others to arrive. Of course the students were in trouble, after those ridiculous things that happened at the feast and starting off the term with minus 30 points and two detentions. Pfft. People...

Being the first one in the room. Gregoire sat there quietly. Knowing that, one, he just lost his best friend, and two, that he was more or less likely going to get a detention and/or lose some more house points. Why did he have to go and fight? Why did he have to try and play matchmaker? Why didn't he just leave when the third year told him too, or shut up when the prefect also said too? If he just did one of those things, all of the stuff he was sad and mad about wouldn't have happened. The French boy wouldn't have a bloody nose. He wouldn't have a bloody mouth and cheek. His eye wouldn't have been starting to swell a bit. The cuts on his hands wouldn't start to burn! All of those things could've been prevented...only if he just stayed out of their business.

Gregoire wasn't going to even bother talking to ANYONE, tonight let alone eat. He would've been happier if they wouldn't have sent up his supper. Which was still not even touched. It would just sit there until he could leave to throw it away.

Gahh!

Why was he still bleeding all over the place! There was nothing but his hand the snake could wipe it on! Even still, this would just make his hands look worse than they already were! This was so bad...Gregoire wouldn't be hearing the last of this for a really long time. Both from his friends, fellow snakes, family, and possibly the Professors even. All he could do was sit there, with a blank stare in his eye.

Oh, that feast was the best. Way better than last years. All the drama, yelling, snogging, detention, and points being taken. Oh, it was comedy gold. Though now it was over all Dante wanted to do was sleep.

Except when he entered the common room to go to his dorm. It looked like sleep was not going to come to him anytime soon. And if he fell asleep right now. Bad things would happen. Just look at Healer Murdoch and Professor Bellaire. If looks could kill. Yeah, no parties in this common room anytime soon.

"Hello Healer Murdoch and Hello Professor Bellaire"

Dante said smiling as he flopped into a bean bag chair. Which was surprisingly comfortable.

The moment she noticed all other doors were locked Beverly knew sleep wouldn't come soon. Didn't matter anyway, it wasn't like she was going to sleep. Heading into the meeting room, leading the younger snakes in, she waited until they all gathered. No need to lose one and pay the prize for that. She's already had enough.

Yes. She was eyeing a certain Gregoire.

Why was he still bleeding? Good thing their Head of House was the school's Healer. Shooting said woman a nod, as well one to Professor Bellaire, Beverly stepped inside the room, acknowledging the students already there, and took a seat where she could keep an eye on the door and make sure old and new Slytherins weren't joking about.

No more jokes. Time for business.

They've made her work overtime. Not the way to start the term.

Whaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaateeeeeeeeeeeeeee eeeeeeeeeeeever.

WHATEVERWHATEVERWHATEVER. This was dumb. Ruby hadn't done anything wrong! Hadn't lost any of whatever those point things were. So whatever. She sat in one of the comfy leather seats and crossed one leg over the other. Then she proceeded to examine her nails.

Seriously?

SERIOUSLY?!

What in the freaking name of Merlin was THIS?!

Jeez, he wanted to get some rest after that drama-filled feast, not be locked out of the dorms altogether! And nothing WORKED. Not even a push and a shove or a rattle of the door or even muttering curses at it. NOTHING. So, he was gonna come here, into this room where Murdoch and Bellaire were sitting along with some Slytherins, all of whom got 'sup nods. Minus Agatha Looksgood. None for you.

This was bound to be serious, wasn't it? And it don't take a genius to figure out that it was because of that drama-filled feast that had been a LOT of fun to watch up until certain detentions had been given out. Way to ruin the fun, man. He had been thoroughly enjoying all that drama.

Yeah. He was here and all. And he was gonna take a seat right next to a certain Ruby Banner because good company and all.

Remind him again why he was being punished for being nothing more than an innocent, good looking dude?

So, this is what it comes to, is it? This is how she goes? Probably knifed to death, commanded by the Queen Snakes. She had always thought it'd be by poisoned brownies or gladiator fight to the death.

Rorie stared at her incoming new housemates with heavy lidded eyes. Boy, was she tired of all this drama. Surely this meeting wasn't just to lynch her, was it? By the looks of the bloody Greg boy, more had happened after she was banished. She tied up her hair in a bun, prepared for the venom-loaded lecture she was about to get.

Echo thought school was going to be fun, the scared first year followed everyone into their common room and saw that two adults were standing there and a bunch of chairs and smaller seats for everyone to sit down and they did not look happy. Finding a seat quickly she put her head down. She had no idea what was going on and who these people were. Echo noticed a few faces that were familiar because she had met some of them during the feast and again no one seemed happy. Better keep her head down and listen.

Dot was eager to get to the common room, even if it meant no more Dima and Kyroh and Maddie, and she rushed into the room... oh. Okay, stuff was happening. Important stuff. Family meeting time.

She skipped to the middle of the room and admired the wavering light coming in through the underwater windows, the cushions, the chairs... the grumpy women greeting them. "Good evening, Healer Murdoch. My cat scratched me and I'm concerned I have gangrene and my arm will fall off. Can you look at it for me later?" She grinned before curtseying for the Queen. "Professor Bellaire."

And now she was going to drop onto the couch next to Mr. Grayson, and that cutie pie lil firstie (Echo) got a finger wiggle. Heeeeey baby snake. Snakelet. Snakette.

The feast has been a blast, especially because of all the drama, but Hugo wondered why should he be in here. He didn't recall doing anything wrong, soooo....

GIRLS FAULT.

But anyways, he entered the room in silence and sat down in one of the bean bags. Comfy at least. With a sigh, Hugo waited for the meeting to begin and it better be quick because a good sleep was waiting for him.

Caleb KNEW what this meeting was going to be about. He'd have to be stupid not to. He was sure Tillstrom was upset, but she had to be REALLLLY upset to call a whole meeting over all of this. Sigh.

He had at least TRIED to control the table situation at the feast. She couldn't get mad at HIM personally for THAT right?

He sat down next to Beverly and greeted the two women. "Hello," he said softly. He hoped this would be done with fast....and HE wouldn't get in trouble. Again, he had tried! Points for effort right?!

Of course. Of course they weren’t allowed to just head to their dorms and settle in, or curl up in the common room with a book. The craziness at the feast had made sure of that, and Brooklyn had followed the others at her own pace into the room, not surprised at all to find the healer and Professor Bellaire waiting there looking like they’d all done something wrong. Brooklyn knew she hadn’t done anything wrong. Even if she had, she knew better than to advertise it. Instead, as she made her way to one of the big leather chairs and perched on the seat, she sent the pink-haired girl a deadpan and still somehow judging look, before she’d taken in the bloody sight of the boy who had left and caused the trouble over by the Claw table. Ew, she thought, not looking at him for too long.

“Good evening Professor Bellaire. Good evening Healer Murdoch,” she said again, dipping her head politely at the two adults. She would have curtsied, but she was already sitting down and didn’t feel like getting up again. If they were going to get yelled at, she’d rather be comfortable.

Oh oh, it was now time to see more of her house! Everything was just so... Amazing! The dungeons were super cool and she couldn't wait to see more of it! But now she... Needed to wait? Bleh, waiting was boring and she hated boring things! But what else was there to do? She didn't wanted to misbehave herself just when she had been sorted!

But now that she looked around her she saw that she wasn't the only one who was waiting here, there were already a few students and she had seen some of them before! But besides the students there were also two adults waiting for them... Who were they? Now that she stared at the two adults she suddenly remembered where she had seen them before! They were probably teachers because she had seen them on the staff table! Hmm, teachers! Time to show everybody that she HAD manners! "Eh... Hello..." Muttered Cahira, not so sure who they were and how she needed to address them... So when she had greeted them the best she could she quickly walked toward the other students to wait with them for whatever was going to happen here!

Right so there was a meeting. Oh no... Zhenya knew it must be about what happened at the feast. As she walked in, she noticed Professor Belaire and Healer Murdoch... She half waved, felt horrendously idiotic, turned red, and sunk into a chair. Obviously not an occasion for greetings. Scaldings, yes. She kept her head low, somehow feeling guilty for something she didn't do. Should she have done something to stop it? She wasn't sure... But she still felt guilty.

Cilla was feeling incredibly nervous. She was not expecting her first day at a new school to be anything like this. She entered the Common Room and softly and politely said hello to Professor Belaire and Healer Murdoch. Cilla then quickly found a chair and sat down with her hands clasped together in her lap.

His first feast wasn't bad ... nor great. Or maybe he didn't know how to rate it since he had nothing to compare it to. But he supposed that it was fine, considering the school's reputation. Despite the fact that he'd wanted his brother to be at his table, Dante was going to call it a fine feast. Good for the feast.

Next stop, dorms. Or so he thought. It seemed that his plans of choosing the best bed were postponed since the only available way was to some room. He followed the others into that room to find two professors, as he supposed. And people were sitting so he assumed that's what he was going to do as well.

Passing the adults he nodded not knowing if people here greeted whoever they passed or what. Dante was going to have a problem if that was the case. Anyway, not thinking much about it, the sixth-year sank into one of the bean bags and waited. Did they always have a meeting on the first day?

Yawn.

The feast was over now. Bianca walked to the dungeons, where the common room placed. One thing that she needed for now was her comfy bed. Tomorrow was gonna be her first day as seventh year and of course, she needed a very good sleep so she wouldn't feel tired for her first day.

Or maybe not.

Why were Murdoch and Bellaire in their common room? Oh no. She had to postpone her beauty sleep because seemed like these two old women needed to have some serious talk. Okay then. The brunette greeted both of them, and then she took a seat at the back row. Why she had to sit at the front?

"Excuse me, Mam?" Suddenly she spoke. "You're not gonna held the meeting for a long time, right? Tomorrow is our first day and you don't expect a Slytherin come late to class because we don't have a good night sleep, right?" Dude, sleeping is important for teenagers and she did have reason why both of them didn't have to keep this meeting for a long time. A VERY LOGICAL REASON.

Sophia waited and waited until they all filed into the room. The questions and comments all got ignored.This could have been a very good year for them but no, they ruined it with their uncivilized behaviour and blatant disrespect.

Sophia looked towards the window and glared at a mermaid who was peeking in. The less than attractive creature realizing that her presence was very unwelcome at this time swam away but not before a rude gesture.

"If anyone so much as utters a peep without being acknowledged you will spend the rest of the night chained upside down by your ankles in the dungeon."And she so meant it, even if the healer protested.

"The healer nor myself will waste time going over the events of the evening. BY now I am sure we all know what happened." She threw death glares at the two culprits who were lucky they were even allowed to sit at this point. "You have disgraced the noble house of Slytherin. If you had so much as snickered or smiled at any of the antics that took place tonight you were equally as guilty. Slytherins do not behave like block headed Gryffindors who act without thinking!"

She couldn't believe she even had to remind them of this. "We are cunning an we are smart and sophisticated..we embody what every other house wish they were..we are the pride of Hogwarts..the elite of the wizarding world.." was she getting carried away? Yes...but it was true. "It is time that you all start acting like it. Take some pride in how you carry yourself....respect your crest..respect your house and respect the houses' history and legacy. You do NOT EVER disrespect the house ghost..NOT EVER and you will respect yourself Miss Banner...especially when you are attired in your Slytherin robes. The sorting ceremony is a formal event..the fact that you found it appropriate to make out at the table shows that your moral compass is out of whack. We will fix that."

"Fighting....is never okay...not if you're going to get caught...and not if you are going to do it outside of the dueling arena. I do believe we have a dueling club. Make use of it." She glanced at the healer, not sure if she wanted to add anything before they moved on.

"Now you lot will need to make up those points, which means you have a lot of work to do."

"Questions?"

Hady had entered the common room a bit earlier having silently sunk down into an empty beanbag chair. It had been a habit of hers to sit in one since the beginning of her first year. Anyhow she knew this was serious since both Professor Bellaire and Healer Murdoch were in the room as well as all her fellow Slytherin's.

Keeping her hands folded lightly on her lap and her eyes fixed on her lap as well the second year listened silently not moving nor making a sound. Even though she didn't believe she'd done anything she shouldn't have during the feast she didn't say so. Why make matters worse for everyone then they already were or needed to be.

All she hoped was everyone else would keep quiet and agree to behave better as well as earn back the points their house already lost. Then maybe they could go up to the dorms and get some sleep. Boy was she tired. A rest was in order alright.

'....you will spend the rest of the night chained upside down by your ankles in the dungeon.'

Oooooooh-kaaaaaaay. Wow. That was insane. That would totally mess up her hair. And probably bruise her ankles. Like nope.

Maggie had taken a seat on the side of Dante's bean bag (she totally fit there, she was SMALL okay?) upon realizing that sleep was not happening. Not yet at least. Siiigh. She was tired okay? She had plans for tomorrow. Sheesh. Plus she did NOT have anything to do with what had happened. So why did she have to listen to all of that? Hmm?

Magdalena Natalie Traulton did NOT need a lesson on manners. She had them, thank you very much.

So while the Professor Bellaire scolded those who had misbehaved, Maggie glanced around the room. Yes yes yes. R-E-S-P-E-C-T, find out what it means to me. She didn't hum, although she was VERY tempted to. Were they done?

So apparently simply saying one word would get you hanged by the ankle. Wasn't that a bit too much? Torture even? But Bellaire didn't seem to care for that fact so, yes, no words would be said here. Not that Finn had anything to do with this whole meeting being held, but, the Professor seemed to be on edge.

That was quite the overdrawn speech she had going there. Almost unnecessary, but she could go on and on, if she wanted.

Finn wondered why everyone else not involved had to deal with trying to get up the points again. If they weren't part of the problem, then they shouldn't be a part of the solution. Let those involved figure it out. He was completely out of this.

He did have no questions, though. But, he wondered, if others did, were they allowed to speak? Or would they get the misfortune of suffering Bellaire's punishment? Seriously. Was this the time they were allowed to speak or no??? This was a mess. So, he just looked from person to person, to the Professor and then back to the floor. Do not meet the eyes of rage. Nope.

Make out? Pleeeeeeeeease. It was just a kiss, a thank you kiss. Just because sooooomeone clearly wasn't getting any action. Ugh. Here was Trollaire again trying to make her feel terrible. Ruby did too respect herself even thought the Transfiguration professor constantly insisted otherwise and constantly tried to tear her down and make her feel bad about herself. Ruby Banner carried herself just fine. Plenty of pride here thank youuu, Bellaire. Nobody could deny that. And besides, why was a harmless kiss supposedly as bad as fighting and this disrespecting the ghost thing that she was on about? AND she'd worn proper boring uniform and everything! Didn't she get some of those mysterious points for that?

Ugh. This was the worst. Maybe she should've dropped out after all. After everything that had happened over this Summer, she couldn't handle another term of abuse from the professor like how the previous term had begun. Who cared that she'd been let back in under special circumstances despite technically failing all her OWLs? It sure wasn't seeming worth it right now.

She shot a little look at Grayson since he was sitting next to her and happened to be the only one who knew how much things with Bellaire had got to her last term. And it was happening again apparently.

... but she stayed quiet. No sass from Ruby,not after the Summer, but she kept her chin up and her gaze steady and unapologetic. No way would she admit she did a single thing wrong.

So the welcoming speech began. Or he thought it was a welcoming speech. Turned out it was a lecture. Yeah, he'd been on the receiving end of those for so many times than he could count. He'd also developed a numbness towards them. But he was curious to know as to why the snakes deserved one so early.

It turned out that he was sitting on the not interesting part of the table because he didn't see the make out session that the woman was talking about. And there was a fight, too? Where was he when all this happened?! Shame, it'd have been interesting to watch.

Anyway, he waited for the lecture to end, which was taking long, and wondered if anyone felt motivated to earn points back or whatever. He certainly didn't, but maybe that was just him? Who knew. Dante actually wondered if he himself would start getting competitive against the other houses. Because aside from the respect and overrated threats the professor was talking about, he did like the way Slytherin house was described. So that hat wasn't that bad. Except that his brother ended up in the block-headed peeps house, to quote the Professor.


And were they done? He had a best bed to claim.

Hugh had been otherwise occupied this entire feast with his own thoughts. It was nice up in his head, yo. He was the BEST company! Even if everyone else didn't know it.

So this meeting made NO SENSE to him.

And he wasn't exactly listening. Ish. Yo, he was still thinking thoughts of greater and grander things than what was happening here. LIKE universe questions. Existence. What have you.

...this talk was getting tedious. Could they leave now?

What were they all REALLY gaining from this chastisement? Would the culprits stop? Probably not. After all, young people engaged in these sort of antics all the time. Everyone but Hugh.

All the adults needed to do was leave it alone. He had full faith in the restoration of their points.

And the inability of the other houses to gain any. Yo.