Sam nodded rather than replying verbally because said potatoes were being chomped on inside his mouth. So, she owled her dad, and then went to the treehouse with 'the others.' He assumed these 'others' were some different friends that she'd made. Genny was very approachable, after all, and he didn't doubt that she made friends easily.

"The treehouse is really cool," Sam agreed, when she informed him that it was her favorite place at the school. It was a great place to play and to pretend. Seemingly out of nowhere, a light shiver traveled down Sam's spine despite his wearing a woolen jumper. It was a shame there wasn't hot cocoa. "I think the treehouse is also my favorite outdoor part. I also like the lake." But it was much too cold to swim in it now. If only Hogwarts had an indoor pool to satisfy his swimming itch. "As far as inside the castle, I like the common room." Naturally. That roaring fire in these winter months and the ebb and flow of students.

still looking at the older girl in amazement, Jessie decided to pick her favourite pudding.

The way Ava enjoying her foods radiate into Jessie. She want to try atleast some sweets.

Yummy~

Jessie steal a glance at the girl who sat in front of her and blinking her eyes repeatedly.

"Wow!Easy Ava... You still need to breath."

Jessie chuckled lightly. She was glad that Ava came to accompany her. Being with friend is so much better.

Jessie almost reach for her goblet with pumpkin juice when she heard Ava's question.

She didn't know how to answer. What should she say?

" Uum... nothing. " she lied "Suddenly I remember about my mum."

Sorry Ava, Jessie couldn't tell you the truth. Not yet.

After Genny fashioned a very lovely (and large) plate for dinner, she focused her attention on Sharksy once again. "I've never seen you up there, though," and she would call herself a local on that giant tree house. "I have a tree house back home." Wouldn't hurt to spread this little piece of cool information among the lions. She had that weird desire to please and impress everyone in her house, and while academic achievement was not a thing, she had to scavenge for other achievements. Like having a cool dad who built her cool stuff.

The lake fit him. She grinned at Sam when he brought it up. "You must be dyiiing to take a dip there." And dig for sharks. "The common room's alright, but I want to find the Room of Requirement. Did it appear to you yet?" That was a cautious question, she didn't want to be the last student to get in there this year. So far everybody she talked to had gotten in... except girl!Sam.

"Maybe you're not very observant," Sam answered evenly as he spread some butter on his roll. He turned his head and looked at her when she said that she had her own treehouse. Yes, she succeeded in making him envious with that. "Wow, neat! You play there with your brothers and sisters?" He set the butter knife against his plate. "Well, my parents let me take fencing lessons." Because Sam sure did cool things, too, you know. It was basically sword fighting, and sword fighting was awesome.

She was right about that, yes. "I am. You know I've been on swim team since I was eight?" Yep. Aaaaages, really. "When it gets warmer, we've gotta look for that squid," he added lightly. And then while she talked some more, he ate some more. He dipped his roll in the gravy from the roast beef and swirled it around before taking a bite.

The Room Of Requirement? "I heard it doesn't even appear for you until you're at least a third year." Or that's what one of the older students said.

Nom nom nom nom....

Ava enjoyed the food too much that she forgot that she was eating with somebody else. Oops? Sorry not sorry, her mind was occupied with the deliciousness of all this food. Seriously, all food in Hogwarts was sooooo delicious! She kinda hoped that she could kidnap one of the house elves to work on her home... It's not that her mother's cook was bad, well it was good but just... different. Then she realized that she was with somebody else when Jessie said that she needed to slow down. Hehehe. "Oh, sorry, I just love the food in here! Don't you love it too?" The young lioness asked. "Also, I need energy for my duel practice."

She did notice that the younger student looked a little bit sad. "Ah, you feel homesick, don't you?" It was not uncommon when a first year student felt homesick, she was feeling it too last year.... But not very much. Glad that she made many friends (mostly older students) and plus, Gryffindor house felt like her second home now. "Cheer up, Christmas is coming so you can go home."

"Duel practice?" Jessie raised her eyebrow "To be honest this is my first time to hear that."

Merlin beard...what was she doing these period. Seemed like she was live in her own world.

"Actually I've decided to stay in school during christmas. I don't want to spent my holiday visiting my unconscious dad in st. mungos ." she sighed "Exploring Hogwarts will be fun!"

Gloomy expression dissapeared. Her face lit up in excitement. She likes the way she found out new places in the school.

Wh--... WUT? Genny looked down at her satisfying plate pointedly and chose to take the higher road and refrain from pointing ALL his character flaws back at him. She was VERY observant. The potato in her pile of food received quite a sharp poke as a way of deflating her annoyance. So now it was easier to answer him without looking so upset. "I don't have any that are my age. There is Giuseppe who's, like, thirty and while he doesn't like to play or lend me his wand, he gives me random piggybacks which are loads of fun." Giggle. "But David and Nick play there and they're like my brothers." Solved. "Do you have real brothers and sisters?" She looked sideways at him for an answer while biting into an avocado.

Fencing? Oooh. "Is that the really small sword type of thing? Where you pretend that you're fighting?" Her voice did show the degrading attitude she had towards 'fencing'. It wasn't called sword fighting for a reason, yes. It was sword fighting for sissies. The swimming thing was, on the other hand, very nice. "We should! We can be the students who saved the school from an evil squid." If he turned out to be sacrifice-demanding squid for real. Nobody said they couldn't be the modern Harry Potter and Hermione Granger (Sam being hermione and Genny Harry, obvz). "That explains why it didn't appear to me yet." She nodded solemnly, totally buying what he had to say about The Room.

Genny had a thirty-year-old brother? Thirty? But that was like a full-on grown up! Sam's perplexed expression by itself divulged how odd Sam thought that was. Then again, he simply had never heard of that before. But, David and Nick... wait, were they her brothers, or no? "Like your brothers?" he repeated, inflection turning the statement into a question. "Yep, I've got -" But he broke off suddenly as his face split into a wide grin and he released a laugh. Was she really biting into an avocado? "What are you doing?" He asked while laughing.

Small sword? Pretend that you were fighting? Sam threw her daggers for that one. "If you do ever want to fight with real swords, you've got to be good at fencing first. Otherwise you'll die." There. He and his sport were redeemed. Students who saved the school from the squid... yes! Sam's eyes lit up with this. "We could! We'd be heroes, you know? Do you think the squid would actually attack students?" It was at this point that Sam made a mental note to read up on the Giant Squid much more extensively than he already had. He nodded as well when Genny concluded that that was why she hadn't come across the room yet. But they were already half-way through their first year, so third year wasn't too far off.

Finally finished with his meal, Sam reached into his rather full robe pocket for a chocolate frog. But as he pulled it out, a spare quill went along with it and floated off a few feet behind them. He did need to empty out his pockets. Sam stood from his seat, but as he began raising his leg to step over the bench, something tugged him back and caused him to fall, quite ungracefully, over the bench and onto the floor. The thing was, Genny's feet went right along with his.

She said what? Ava couldn't help but blinked. How could this girl had never heard about the dueling club? Clearly Professor Hirsch had mentioned about it on their first day of the Defense Against the Dark Arts class. Well, maybe she just forgot about that. "You can watch the tournament if you want. I think it starts after winter break." Hirsch hadn't mentioned the exact date yet when it would start though, and she just couldn't wait for it very longer.

"Oh...." She didn't know what to say when Jessie mentioned about her father. He was in St. Mungos? Unconscious? Merlin, that was.... horrible. "I uh... I'm so sorry about that, Jessie." Ava gave her a sad smile. This wasn't easy for her, huh? "Yeah, it would be fun. Maybe you should try sneaking into the Prefects' bathroom." Hehehe...

Yes, like her brother. "Nick's my cousin. He's a Hufflepuff here. You should meet him some time, he's really cool." He built stuff. "David's my friend. He's Ravenclaw, second year. He likes books... and bugs." He did suggest she added some to her treehouse. And she did. Huh? Why was Sam laughing at her choice of food? Genny looked puzzled, "What?" WHAT? It wasn't like she was biting into a pineapple.

She could tell her comment got to him, and it was funny how he defended this fencing thing when he sounded like he was made to do it in the first place. "Okay. Or we can use our wands." Juuuust saying. Although, "Dueling looks a lot like fencing, I think. Except the wands don't touch... and we don't wear masks." As for the squid, Genny had to think for a whole second in answer to that question. "Yes. If he's hungry and when the lake runs out of food." How else would he eat if not taking students' luggage, or worse...

... speaking of bad, Genny's foot suddenly was tugged in a weird angle and in no time at all, with the fork still in her hand, her leg was dragged up and over the bench while she fell head-first onto the floor under the bench, the opposite direction of Sam. Her head did not hit the floor, though, she was not that tall. "Owww!" she called out from underneath the bench, her legs still suspended over the bench with one of them tied to Sam's. "What the--?" It took her one more moment to realize what just happened. "Did YOU do this??" It wasn't said in a lovely tone. In fact, she started tugging on his foot as well quite violently to release her shoe... and try to stand up again. "NOT funny!" BOY!SAM WAS NOT COOL. NOT COOL.

Dora had already been out and about the grounds this morning and back in before most of her house mates and friends had even rolled over. Heh. She just had so much energy and no way to channel it. BUT WHATEVER! Dropping her bag on the table she then plopped onto the bench with a sigh.

WHAT WAS SHE GOING TO HAVE FOR BREAKFAST?? This was the most pressing of matters. MHM. Yep. Pressing. Propping her chin in her hand she peered out across the Great Hall and just waited and watched.

Carl hummed a song as he entered the Great Hall. He was feeling happy, as he always was at breakfast time. Ever since his very first dinner at Hogwarts (which happened to end with a food fight), he looked forward to every meal. He paused at the entrance and thought about which table he should sit at. He felt very Gryffindor today, so he made his way to the table under the scarlet and gold banner.

The First Year sat down next to an older girl and picked up a piece of toast. "Hi." He bit into it and followed her gaze. People watching? That was always fun. "How are you?" They did not know each other, but it was good to make conversation.

Jessie aware about the Ava`s expression. Might she confused about the reason she never heard about the club.Just yeah... She was absent in the D.A.D.A class. "Wow, the tournament? It would be great." the younger grab her goblet and drink the pumpkin juice " Ah... This is delicious. I think I`ll never feel satisfy to trying Hogwarts food." Jessie laughing " No, It`s ok. I`m used to it. Mum always told me that our problem is nothing. There are exist the peoples who has more complicated problem. She wants me to be an adult in the future. "


What?
sneaking into the Prefects' bathroom?

"Seems like brilliant idea,Ava." Jessie whispered to the older and moved closer to the girl. "As long as we do it together. But Did I tell you that I made our house point taken by professor Draper before?"

Dora heard the humming, she did, but she was also stuck kind of staring and lost in thought. It wasn't until the person had sat beside her and spoke that she was able to look away. Hehehehehe.

And um wow. WHO WAS THIS GUY? He was cute. Dora beamed at him and turned slightly to face him. "Hi." Was her hair okay? "Who are you?" SOme people thought it rude to say that, but she really didn't know who he was. And well, she kind of NEEDED to. "I am doing great. How are YOU?"

Carl grinned back at the Gryffindor. Ooh, good question. "I am Carl." He replied. Was it too vague an introduction? He could go into his background history if she wanted to. "Who are you?" He hoped he was not being rude, since she had asked first and he wanted to know who he was having breakfast with. "I am good too, feeling Gryffindor today." Which was the reason why he was at this table and not the Puff one.

He took more bites of his toast as he spoke. That was when he noticed something wrong. "Why aren't you eating anything?" Maybe this was a girls thing ... not having an appetite. He picked up another piece of toast and put it down on her plate for good measure. She definitely needed her energy for the day.

Dora felt her face flush a smidge at the boy's grin. WHY DID SMILING BOYS MAKE HER GO ALL GIRLY?! "I'm Dora Umbridge. It's lovely to meet you, Carl." His next comment made her tilt her head a bit as she looked at him. "How does one FEEL Gryffindor? I am a Gryffindor, so I know how I feel, but like... how do you feel Gryffindor?" She found him rather curious for having said that. Yes, she did.

And he was giving her toast? That was nice. HE WAS SO NICE. Could Dora keep him? Most of the boys, besides Bastien, that she had been around lately were all mean and stupid and MEAN. She wanted to keep this one around. "I was trying to decide what I wanted, actually. I love food. Especially breakfast, but I was having trouble deciding. So... thanks. Do you like breakfast food?" She gave him a small grin before she began to nibble on the corner of the toast. TALK MORE, PRETTY BOY!

Carl did not notice the slight flush in the girl's face, for he was pouring pumpkin juice into his goblet. "It's great to meet you too, Dora." He replied, turning his attention back to her. Her question was simple enough to answer. "Like y'know, my normal self is Hufflepuff. And then when I feel adventurous and want to get out and about, I say that I feel Gryffindor. That's me right now." It was just his method of expressing his feelings. He was not making much sense, was he?

Ah, that was understandable. He did that a lot too, trying to decide what to eat and then grabbing whatever was in front of him. "Yes, I do! I like scrambled eggs with toast. Do you want some pumpkin juice?" He asked, deciding to ask first because he knew that some people did not like pumpkin. "I became a pumpkin head during a Duel, did you know that?" Oops, he had meant to keep that a secret.

She was certainly glad that Carl was looking elsewhere as she blushed. WHEW. The last thing she needed was for another boy to see her acting weird and stuff. "I never feel Hufflepuff. Maybe a bit Slytherin and sometimes Ravenclaw, but never Hufflepuff." Or at least she didn't THINK she was ever feeling Huffie. She wasn't sure that she knew what that felt like. "What kind of adventure do you want to have?" THIS caught her attention, it did. She wouldn't mind running off to do something fun and dangerous.

Dora nodded as he asked if she wanted pumpkin juice. She smiled a little behind her piece of toast and listened closely. "Melofors. It encases the opponents head in a pumpkin." She really liked that spell. And the one that gave the opponent antlers, too. "Are you good at dueling? Do you know lots of spells? What year are you? Do you have a girlfriend?"

Carl took a swig of pumpkin juice and nodded. He could understand that she did not feel Hufflepuff, because the traits of different Houses often did not clash together. "I guess that's okay. I seldom feel Slytherin." To be honest, he was not sure what the true personalities of the Snakey House were, as he found that people there were extremely different. He thought about Dora's question, though he already had an idea of what he was about to do. "I was thinking of going to look at the creatures at the Grounds. Do you want to go with me?" Who knows, he might see a unicorn for once.

The First Year grabbed the jug again and poured some pumpkin juice into the Gryffindor's goblet. "Yeah, that one. Melofors." He smiled at the memory of his Duel. He had a hard time washing the pumpkin chunks out of his hair. "Nah, I have a lot of room to improve and learn. I don't know many spells, just the basic ones. My favorite is Aguamenti. I am a First Year and ... no, I don't have a girlfriend." He answered. "What about you? Are you good with spells? What year are you in? Do you have a boyfriend?" Curious Carl was curious.

"Do you never feel cunning?" That was like... a MAIN trait of Slytherin, no? And really, she was unsure as to whether or not this Hufflepuff could Gryffindor, but she just gave him a small smile and giggled a little. OH! Did he just ask her to hang out? A BIG smile stretched her face now. NodNOD NOD NODNODNOD!! "I'd like that a lot. We can go see if you can see the thestrals." Cause she could and she really liked them.

OH MAN THIS DUDE WAS SO SWEEEEET. Dora kind of liked this being pampered stuff. "I am good at fire spells. The wand lady even told me that my wand is special and is super good at fire and destructive magic. Pretty cool, huh?!" She paused only long enough to take a sip of her juice. "I'm a second year, I am not too terrible with the spells that I know. I get a lot of help. And no. I don't have a boyfriend, but I have boys that are friends." Well, one anyway. One REAL friend that was a guy. The thought of him made her smile. Heh.

"Want to wrap up some food and go out? We can carry it with us and have a proper picnic if you like."

"I don't really know how to be cunning." Carl laughed. It was not as if he could learn that trait; he was content with being Hufflepuff anyways. He took another bite of his toast and smiled. Dora seemed enthusiastic to go see the creatures and he liked her suggestion. "That would be awesome! So you can see Thestrals?" He thought he would be able to see them too, since he was in the car crash that had killed his parents. However, he had not explored the Grounds much, so his theory was yet to be confirmed.

Fire spells! Now this was cool. It was his turn to nod excitedly. "Ooh, can you do the Draconifors spell?" The one that had scared him so much in the Dueling Club Meeting. Even his Aguamenti would not be able to put out that fire. It was good to know more about the girl. She was officially his new friend!

"Sure, I'd like that." Carl got a stack of napkins and wrapped up some toast and cookies. He was not sure about taking the pumpkin juice along though, seeing as he was likely to spill some on the way. Looking up at Dora, he asked, "Do you wanna go?"

He didn't know how to be cunning? Dora DEFINITELY knew how to be cunning. HEH. Or at least she liked to think so. "Yes, I can see the Thestrals." She gave a small sigh and grabbed some bacon off a tray nearby. She didn't want to talk about WHY she could see the thestrals, but it was because of her Mum. In Bali. When she was a toddler.

DRACONIFORS? This got Dora's attention. "Um no. What is this spell?" She was demanding and needed this information RIGHT NOW. And it was kind of cute that he liked water spells and she loved fire. HEHE. And DUH they were friends! Why wouldn't she be friends with a guy with a face that pretty!?!?!?!

As Carl gathered cookies and toast she grabbed more bacon and some fruit and bundled it up in a napkin like he did. "Yeah, I'm ready if you are," she said with a huge smile. They were totally going to have a picnic and hang out and become EVEN BETTER FRIENDS!

She could see Thestrals! Carl noticed the small sigh she gave and did not question her further. He would definitely not like to talk about witnessing death if it was him. Instead, he smiled at the girl, indicating that she did not have to elaborate on her reply if she did not want to.

At her question, he searched his memory for the effects of the Draconifors spell. "Uh, so it turns anything into a dragon! At first, it is really small, but apparently you can enlarge it if you want." It was fascinating, but he was not too into fire spells. Maybe his wand was not compatible with them.

Carl watched as Dora packed some bacon and fruit. "Cool, let's go!" He beamed and led the way down the aisle and out of the Great Hall.

Looks like the chill in the air caused by the ghostly gathering has been an inspiration..

A gust of frigid wind sweeps through the great hall followed by a steady stream of powdery flakes falling from the ceiling above…

Let it snow…
Let it snow…
Let it snow…


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.... Were you hoping the snow would cease? alas, you're in for a quite a disappointment, for if anything...... It only appears to be falling ever-quicker and heavier as more and more time passes, without showing nary a hint of stopping....

... Your feet are beginning to fade from view, slowly becoming buried in the whitest, fluffiest, and coldest snow you'll ever see...

Don't catch any frostbite now.

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*giggle*

It's as if the sound of the Poltergeist's words of praise ignited something else, something different and yet oh-so-familiar. If you listen closely enough, over the sound of the hustle and bustle of the Great Hall, you might just hear...

... Was that a giggle?

___________ *giggle*

____________________ *giggle*

_________________________________ *giggle*

Aaaah he was going to miss the food at Hogwarts once he left at the end of this year. The food was simply amazing. Perhaps he should go down to the kitchens and say a thank you to the House elves before he left?

As he made a mental note to do that, Yoongi continued to eat the his bowl of fruit in silence when something wet hit his head. He looked up and frowned at the snow falling down from the ceiling. Seriously Professors? You guys charmed the ceiling to let it snow in april/may? He knew this place was odd so he just shrugged and continued eating. It didn't take long as he realized the snow was falling down quicker and more heavier and the Gryffindor took out his wand.

Conjuring an umbrella out of thin air after at least half a dozen times, Yoongi held it over his head with one hand while he continued to eat with the other. NOTHING was getting him to part with his fruit bowl!