This feast was almost exciting as the first time she ever entered the Great Hall. Almost. There's nothing that can top entering a school in a castle where you'll learn magic and be thrust in a world you always dreamed of belonging, but never knew really existed. Moments like that had their own magic that couldn't be learned or recreated.

Today, however, Hadley was merely excited to find out if she'd be picked for the IMPS or not, and to actually meet and get to know the students who attended the school she would have gone to had her Mom not gotten the chef job in London. As much as she loved Hogwarts, and her friends here, and had no interest in leaving, she would be lying if she said she wasn't curious about the school back home, in America.

So apparently they were all headed to the Great Hall after the students and professors of Ilvermorny had arrived earlier at the pathways and Mason would have gone to the library to sit on one of the comfortable chairs, reading his book near the fire place if he had been a first to fourth year. But as a seventh year and as someone who had signed up to participate in the tournament, he thought it would be wise to follow.

Once he reached the Great Hall, he was surprised to be the second Ravenclaw at the table. Hadley got a quick "Hello" and a little smile before he sat down. Perhaps that was a good thing that not many had arrived yet because he could quietly read as he didn't want to mingle with ilvermorny students. The first impression he had gotten from them was that they seemed like a obnoxious and arrogant bunch of teenagers.

So, while he waited for any announcement which he was sure was going to happen soon, cause why else would they all go to the great hall? Mason opened the book he had been reading at the pathways and continued his story.

So, Americans for IMPS.

Of course Katherine was to witness history. She was even sat with her best friend, Hadley. She also knew it was even more meaningful for her, so she studied her face closely for a moment before turning her attention to the main action.

"Think you were selected?" She bet she was.

Oh sweet Merlin, yes! Food, there was food.

Jessa had no hope of being selected for this competition of sorts, making her all the happier she wouldn't have to WAIT to find out who they'd selected before she could eat. Very forward thinking on the part of the Professors if you asked her because Circe knew her concentration would have been shot to hell if she had to sit hungrily waiting to find out something that had little to do with her. That would have been the true definition of torture on this empty stomach.

Jessa flopped into a seat by the others, being sure to sit on the side that would put her directly opposite the Gryffindors. "I think they'll prefer sitting with the lions." She commented to everyone present, shortly before tugging the ham a little closer. MmmmmMMmm it smelled delicious. There was no apprehension in her small body. Knowing there wasn't a possibility it could be you took a whole lot of the pressure off, leaving her to enjoy her dinner.

Oh yes, she'd be wanting some of the mash too--and some greens. The pie looked good so into her plate it went too. Here and there she pulled things closer, freely helping herself since her house mates didn't seem like they wanted to.

"Merlin they sure know how to make an entrance, huh?" Had to not notice the music that blasted at the table just next to theirs and the loud singing of one particular Ilvermorny students. "D'you suppose this is how all our meals will go until the end of the school year?" A part of her hoped not. She supposed she'd miss the peace after a while if she was being honest.

Catching the end of Katherine's sentence, Jessa looked to Hadley. "You wanna be picked?"

Hadley gave Mason a smile and a wave back, though didn't try to make conversation. There was a vibe about him today, like he just wanted some space. Sure enough, as soon as he sat down, he started to read. Hadley nodded to herself and began to pile some food onto her plate.

"I don't know," Hads answered Mossy, punctuating it with a small shrug. "I hope I am, but I don't know. They might prefer to pick someone who causes less trouble?" She glanced around the Great Hall, at the still filtering in Ilvermorny students. Jessa was right, they probably would sit with the Gryffindors, but they'd still probably get some Ilvermorny students at the Ravenclaw table. She turned back at Mossy. "I forget, did you sign up as well?" She probably should remember, but she's been so busy with animagus training and that had been over a month ago.

Hads grinned at Jessa's comment about how the Ilvermorny kids knew how to make an entrance. It didn't surprise her at all. They were American, after all, just like she was. She nodded. "Yep, I would love to be picked."

Kitty couldn't believe how she'd missed the American students arriving. She'd been so busy in the Room of Requirement that she'd completely neglected her prefect responsibilities that day, and by the time she remembered, she'd come outside and found everyone coming into the hall.

Breathlessly, she made her way into the hall and sat down at the Ravencalw table. "Hey guys," she said hurriedly to the others, craning her neck to the staff table and all around to take a look at the newbies.

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Oh sweet Merlin, yes! Food, there was food.

Jessa had no hope of being selected for this competition of sorts, making her all the happier she wouldn't have to WAIT to find out who they'd selected before she could eat. Very forward thinking on the part of the Professors if you asked her because Circe knew her concentration would have been shot to hell if she had to sit hungrily waiting to find out something that had little to do with her. That would have been the true definition of torture on this empty stomach.

Jessa flopped into a seat by the others, being sure to sit on the side that would put her directly opposite the Gryffindors. "I think they'll prefer sitting with the lions." She commented to everyone present, shortly before tugging the ham a little closer. MmmmmMMmm it smelled delicious. There was no apprehension in her small body. Knowing there wasn't a possibility it could be you took a whole lot of the pressure off, leaving her to enjoy her dinner.

Oh yes, she'd be wanting some of the mash too--and some greens. The pie looked good so into her plate it went too. Here and there she pulled things closer, freely helping herself since her house mates didn't seem like they wanted to.

"Merlin they sure know how to make an entrance, huh?" Had to not notice the music that blasted at the table just next to theirs and the loud singing of one particular Ilvermorny students. "D'you suppose this is how all our meals will go until the end of the school year?" A part of her hoped not. She supposed she'd miss the peace after a while if she was being honest.

Catching the end of Katherine's sentence, Jessa looked to Hadley. "You wanna be picked?"

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Hadley gave Mason a smile and a wave back, though didn't try to make conversation. There was a vibe about him today, like he just wanted some space. Sure enough, as soon as he sat down, he started to read. Hadley nodded to herself and began to pile some food onto her plate.

"I don't know," Hads answered Mossy, punctuating it with a small shrug. "I hope I am, but I don't know. They might prefer to pick someone who causes less trouble?" She glanced around the Great Hall, at the still filtering in Ilvermorny students. Jessa was right, they probably would sit with the Gryffindors, but they'd still probably get some Ilvermorny students at the Ravenclaw table. She turned back at Mossy. "I forget, did you sign up as well?" She probably should remember, but she's been so busy with animagus training and that had been over a month ago.

Hads grinned at Jessa's comment about how the Ilvermorny kids knew how to make an entrance. It didn't surprise her at all. They were American, after all, just like she was. She nodded. "Yep, I would love to be picked."

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Kitty couldn't believe how she'd missed the American students arriving. She'd been so busy in the Room of Requirement that she'd completely neglected her prefect responsibilities that day, and by the time she remembered, she'd come outside and found everyone coming into the hall.

Breathlessly, she made her way into the hall and sat down at the Ravencalw table. "Hey guys," she said hurriedly to the others, craning her neck to the staff table and all around to take a look at the newbies.

Somewhere along the way of making to the positively medieval structure that was the Hogwarts castle, Manuela had lost track of the Gryffindor prefect. Which was fine. She had not lost Deo and she had not lost Evan--largely because she'd hooked her arms with theirs, obviously--and that's what mattered. She didn't want to sit at a table surrounded by strangers because at fifteen, insecurities were still aplenty. Unfortunately.

The horned serpent bounded towards what she assumed was the Ravenclaw table because of the colors. Hogwarts was obsessed with color coding things, apparently, something she could definitely understand but, really, there should have been a line drawn somewhere. She arrived to the table just in time to hear the tail end of some girls' comments and Manuela tried very hard not to snort. The end result of her sound was, then, something that made it sound like she was choking. Her cheeks suddenly felt hot, but she ignored them as she slid her arms off her classmates and sat down near two blondes (Jessa and Hadley.) "Jordan is over at that table and he's a menace in need of several slaps, so." This was a fact. "Anyway, I think your house and mine are something like very distant cousins? That makes this table better, instantly." Something like that. She grinned.

Her movements were only a little bit reluctant as she surveyed the pumpkin juice and helped herself with some. Manuela raised her goblet but before touching it to her lips, her eyes zeroed in on a brunette (Kitty) who sported one of those badges, sort of like Tenacius Salander's but not quite as red. Or red at all, really. "You're one of those prefects, right? I've met one of you already. Do you keep tally of how many times a week another student questions whatever authority the school has given you?"

Based on the conversation being carried out before her, Jessa could easily surmise (before Hadley replied to her) that the girl did in fact wanna be the Champion of Ravenclaw. It would be a big honour she supposed. "I don't think that sort of thing matters, not if they wanna win. They'll just pick the ones they think are most likely to kick Ilvermorny bum." And Hadley hadn't gotten into that much trouble, nothing that got her caught anyway.

Speaking of Ilvermorny, some had approached their table just behind the arrival of her Prefect....who looked absolutely winded. "Are you alright?" Kitty looked like she'd just run a marathon down all 7 flights of stairs. That couldn't have been pleasant. Jessa nudged a goblet of pumpkin juice toward her. "Here. You might need this. You can relax, everything's under control here." Was it just her or did the Prefect look a bit flustered? Kinda like she thought she'd missed something super huge and had several deaths on her hand as a result.

Too soon? Moving on because the Ilvermorny girl had definitely gained her attention.

"Is it?" Without really thinking about it, Jessa leaned forward onto her table, wearing her curiosity as plain as day. "What's your house like? Do you have to answer riddles to enter your Common Room as well?" And...and...."Jordan?" Easing off the table once more, Jessa turned in her seat to survey the Gryffindor table. "Is he the one playing the catchy song?"

Disruptive or not, it DID have a nice beat to it.

So this was Hogwarts! Madelyn walked into the Great Hall with the rest of her schoolmates but stood at the doors not sure which way to go. She wanted to talk to all the house, meet all the people. This was amazing and she couldn't wait to sit with everyone and get to know everyone. She looked around for her sister before just heading to a random table.

Pulling her strap on her bag that carried her pom poms and stuffed cow she moved closer to the group that had already been seated. "Hey Y'all, mind if I sit here?" Setting her bag on the ground next to her she took a place. "This castle is so pretty, thank you for inviting us."

Oh, look some of her own were already there. They all got smiled and big waves. "A bit airish for this time a year?" She hoped she had her jacket she could slip on if it got any colder. "I'm Madelyn by the way."

Kirk was here of course, potentially spaced out. At least that's how it appeared to others from his silent statue. When the American school arrived, he was a perplexed on their entry. It was quirky, especially with everyone escaping from the boot. He was very curious since then of the other school, since he had no direct connection to them. Well.. except the Headmistress, he had seen her before at one of his dad's house parties a few years ago. Other than that they were perfect strangers to him.

Anyway, Kirk remained blank face once they were in the Great Hall. Seating with the other claws as usual, he couldn't help joining in on the questioning of who would be selected. "Hope you got your speech ready, Hadley." He had entered himself, but the chances on his selection were very slim. So the least he could do was root for another.

Maybe even Mason got selected, "Good book?" He casually asked. If it was, then he wasn't gonna stop his little adventure. Especially when an American girl stopped by. Could she sit? "It's cool.." Madelyn's accent was quite strong, he noted. "I'm Kirk. I take that it's warmer over at Ilvermorny?" He had no clue where in America the school was after all.

Her tenseness must have been plainer to see than she'd realized, because before she knew it Jessa was asking if she were okay. "I'm alright, don't worry," Kitty reassured Jessa a little distractedly, watching as several students from America made their way over to their table. She accepted the pumpkin juice. "Thank you Jessa. This is really quite exciting, isn't it?" Now that they were all in the Great Hall and everything was in order, she found herself becoming much calmer - replacing her anxiety with excitement.

The first American students reached their table right then. One of them (Manuela) even addressed her directly. "You're right, I'm the girl Ravenclaw prefect," said Kitty, rising to her feet in what she hoped was a graceful and prefect-like manner. She really wanted to impress the Americans. "Kitty DuGray Valentine," she said, offering her hand to the three of them and smiling in as gracious a way as she could smile. "Um, I don't keep track of that, but thankfully it happens few times. The only time I've ever been truly challenged in my authority was actually by another prefect." Last year, in fact. "It's a pleasure to meet you, I've read SO much about your school. I love how one of your founders was a Muggle. I have so much I'd like to ask you later." Because she didn't want to overwhelm their guests, that wouldn't be prefect-like. Nope, nope.

The next American student (Madelyn) had a very interesting American way of talking. Kitty stared at her pom poms and stuffed cow curiously before extending a hand to her. "It's nice to meet you Madelyn," she said, smiling at the girl. "I'm a big fan of your school, even though I've never seen it. By the way, did you know your headmistress used to be ours?"

Deo was a bit miffed coming into the castle. He would say that his cousin was a BLUNDERING MESS as he always is, but deep down he was just stewing that his prank backfired on him. But far be it for the Serpentine lad to give up. He's got more pranks percolating at the back of his head mmhm.

But for now, this Great Hall. He's gotta admit-- that enchanted ceiling is impressive. It was a good thing that Manuela is tagging him along because he would've stopped at the doorway just staring at the magic of the ceiling, wide eyed and mouth ajar. He couldnt even see the ceiling! Thats how good the magic was.

He finally came to the conversation at this table, looking at the Hogwarts students around him. Ravenclaw eh? These lot were certainly calmer than the mosh pit of his cousin's table, to which he somewhat glared at for a bit. So noisy. So jealous.

But ultimately so relieved that for once he could actually have dinner that was sensible without the risk of a food fight erupting every so often. He glanced at the Ravenclaw girl (Jessa) asking about the music "Khalil? He's as loud as his head is big..." he quietly replied. So if she was into guys like that, well theres her man. Personally he didnt like Khalil at all. Oil and water as it were.

Conversations about the selection process was listened to idly. He was still smarting about that too. He wanted to be selected and rep his school, have a chance to leave his mark, be ICONIC, but that honor went to Kyle. Pffft.

His gaze lit up when Madelyn showed up at their table "Hey Madelyn." he greeted Maise's sister warmly. Familiar people got him to relax a bit more "Have you seen Maise?"

Mason was glad that Hadley got the hint that he want to be alone for the moment and read this chapter he had been trying to finish since the pathways. But apparently not everyone knew the universal rule of not bothering someone when they were reading.

He groaned, though only in his mind as he placed a finger on the word he was and looked up at Kirk. He nodded his head. The book was excellent! It had been a very long time since a story had engrossed him. That was why he NEEDED to finish this chapter before the Headmistress started talking about the Tournament.

But as he was about to continue reading, a thought came up in his mind and he looked at Kirk again. "Did you manage to sign up?" he asked. "I think i remember you saying you were going to be fifteen in a short time, right?"

Thankfully that he's stuck together with Deo and Manuela because honestly, Evan had no idea where to sit because it seemed there was no a special table provided for the Ilvermornies. Ah, probably the professors wanted them to mingle with each other or something like that. Their preferences to sit at Ravenclaw was quite interesting because 1) the others seemed prefer to sit with the lions, and 2) Coincidentally, his uncle Jordan was a Ravenclaw alumni so he knew a little thing about this house. "What she means actually, the Horned Serpents represent the mind of witch and wizard, we favor the scholars. Whereas Ravenclaw traits are intelligence, wit, wisdom and learning. Am I right?" The American boy asked the Ravenclaws for the confirmation. "One of my relative is a Hogwarts alumni, he's a Ravenclaw and used to teach here."

Taking the last slurp of his bubble tea (and probably he would not be able to drink it anymore, sigh.), Evan put a comment or two about the entrance that Khalil Jordan and the gank made. "Yeah, sometimes they could be pretty loud." Seriously, Party In The USA? Merlin, why on earth they didn't use The Star Spangled Banner instead? "I'm Evan, by the way. This is Deo and Manuela." He introduced their Horned Serpent trio. "Hey, Madelyn!" Evan greeted the blond girl. "I thought you're gonna do some cheerleading action and join the others there."

How long they're going to wait for opening ceremony or something like that? Evan was soooooo hungry and he regretted not have some Philly cheesesteak or even bulgogi bibimbap on the go. Sigh, he had low expectation about British cuisine. Ooooh! He remembered something. Grabbing his backpack, Evan took something out from it.

VOILA!!!

Yes, a bottle of sriracha to enhance the flavor of their food.

Hadley shrugged at Jessa. "Hopefully the staff think I'm the right girl for that." She was...cautiously hopeful about her odds. She grinned and perked up as the Ilvermorny students starts to make their way to the Ravenclaw table. Before she could greet her fellow Americans, Kirk chimed in on the possibility of her winning. His confidence in her chances were a lot higher than hers and there was something sweet in that. "Thanks Kirk."

"Hey Kitty!" Hads gave the prefect a wave, but was way to distracted by the new arrivals. Unbeknownst to her, Hadley's American accent thickened now that the Ilvermorny students were here, almost as if part of her, deep down, was overcompensating for something. She gave the first Ilvermorny student to arrive (Manuela) a wave, but before she could introduce herself, or ask the girl for her name, another girl (Madelyn) had joined them. "Nice to meet you. I'm Hadley." She grinned, slightly amused, and nodded. "Yeah, the temperature in Scotland takes some getting used to," she agreed.

Two more Americans joined them, boys this time (Deo and Evan). Evan introduced himself as well as his two friends, Manuela included. Hads smiled at the three of them. "Nice to meet you," she said, "Welcome. I'm Hadley." She turned to Evan and nodded. "Yep. That's us. The smart house. It can be a bit annoying sometimes when everyone else expects you to fit into that preconceived box perfectly, but we have to answer riddles to get into our common room, which is fun." What? She enjoyed riddles. "Anyway, Welcome. How are you liking Hogwarts so far?" She asked the group. "What part of the States are you from?"

Jessa may have corrected the girl, Madelyn she said her name was, about having invited them given the students were none the wiser until last month and it was clearly the Headmistress who'd extended the invitation but then she realized the girl likely wasn't being literal. A pleasantry. Yes. Not to be taken literally. Sometimes it was hard to remember. It had turned several a conversation she was a part of sour for the same reason. Catching herself at the last minute, the 13 year old instead smiled. "The Common Rooms are much warmer. I dunno where you lot will be sleeping," BECAUSE THE DORMS WERE FULL OKAY??? Hers couldn't take more beds. She'd already taken up most of it with her cauldrons and specimens, thanks, "but I bet it'll be proper warm too."

Jessa offered her prefect a wide grin at her gratitude. "No problem, you looked like you needed it." Except now, Kitty seemed to have completely mellowed out, so maybe she needed the gesture more than the actual drink. "It's....something alright. I find them rather...fascinating." She spoke as if there weren't a few of them sat at the table with them but it wasn't as if she was saying anything bad[. "They're an interesting lot, I'll give 'em that."

Like this one. Evan. "Curious." She replied, listening to the explanation of the boy from the...horned....serpent? Was that the name? Didn't it have another? Like Eagles were Ravenclaws but the name was Ravenclaw and not the name of a creature? "We associate snakes with cunning and ambition here." She said, pointing to the only snake Hogwarts had. The banner hung above the table across the Great Hall, rather proud in nature.

Also, was she the only one who thought the elves outdid themselves with the food tonight? It was like small bites of heaven.

She couldn't help pull a face when Hadley confirmed they were the "smart house". There wasn't a definition Jessa hated more. It was what had made her feel so out of place when she'd first been sorted. Not all Ravenclaws were smart--stunning but true. "I like to think we're the house that most appreciates knowledge rather than outright 'smart'." Because what determined smart? Memorizing answers for a test then forgetting after?

Again Jessa's eyes fell to the Gryffindor table. "Oh, that's his name. I take it he's always like that then?" Curious. Very curious. "I'm Jessa."They'd all thrown out their names. It was only right to introduce herself after all that.

Already she had misplaced her buddy. Probably death by Hogwarts already.

The Moxinator would be disappointed.

Safaia Teuira-anuanua Aniva-Hillaker had one of those ' why am I here, again?' moments when she stepped into what was apparently called the great hall. Opting to come on the trip had been because it would be enriching to be here, and also maaaaybe it was equal parts motivated by an aesthetically -pleasing someone who was also on this Hogwarts adventure. Not that she would admit it. She was not nearly as forward as her schoolmates.

She was here now though, in the moderately okay hall and she picked through the growing crowds until she spotted familiarity. Some of her fellow horned serpents, also, thankfully, some hot sauce.

Yaaas, come thru, Beyonce. Evan. Queen.

Quietly and gracefully, she slid into a seat by Evan, Manuela, and Deo. It was smiles for greetings from her.

The term had barely even started and Chloe was already over these American invaders. The Great Hall was a place to eat, not some dirty rave where the worst American hits from a century ago was on the menu. The Ilvermorny students had arrived deeply obnoxious and it seemed they would stay that way until they were forced to leave.

And Chloe was irritated about it.

This was her sixth year. She was taking OWL level classes this term and she would need to focus. If this party-like atmosphere was going to be an all day, every day ordeal she was going to have some serious, serious problems. Like, did they have no shame?

She spotted a few of the students she had run into earlier at the Gryffindor table and rolled her eyes so hard it almost gave her a headache. With a certain level of superiority, Chloe yanked a book from her bag and slammed it on the table, effectively shutting the rest of the world out as she began to read.

She still hadn't found her buddy by the time she got into the Great Hall, but really that wasn't high on Maesi's priority list. At least not yet. She'd probably find her eventually and she was more interested in taking everything in. Truthfully though, if Maesi wasn't already so excited to be studying abroad, she'd have been somewhat disappointed with Hogwarts. So far it seemed quaint with old word charm (though that was her being nice), but the Great Hall was a little better with that amazing ceiling.

She had gotten caught up in looking at it when she came, then was at a loss at where to sit. That green table with the snake looked good to her and she was on her way there when she spotted a bunch of Horned Serpents at the blue table of eagles, so she bounded her way over. And eee! There was her buddy!

"There you are!" She chirped at Safaia, and she edged and shimmied her way into the spot between her and Deo. Wasn't getting rid of her that easily! "Hey, handsome!" She gave Deo a nudge, just teasing him. Hehe, he was so funny. Ooh and there was Manuela and Evan there too! And her sister! "Hey, y'all! So what'd I miss?" Because there was so much talking and her eyes tried to take in all the faces there while she heard bits and pieces of the conversations. The Hogwartians at the table where she was sat got collective two-handed finger wiggles from her, even the angry-looking girl who startled her with the slamming of a book. She wanted to know them all and for them all to know her.

Harley Clementine Keaton had taken the slightly longer way around. In her opinion, this buddy system was for idiots, she had her sister who she needed to look out for and that was it. The Moxinator and her ideas, as per usual. And, navigation was kind of her thing.

The long way around had proved to be rather fruitful. They had some interesting plants here, a boathouse by the lake, some oddly located hot springs and, of course, the forest. She’d make sure to explore the forest without Angel hanging off of her. Maybe she’d ask Manuela to look out for her that day.

Tucking her wand and a variety of collected items discreetly into her uniform, the wiry blonde towered in the entrance and surveyed the scene with utmost curiosity. First of all? Too small. Much too small. Ilvy’s strength was in their almost offensive numbers, and clearly this… Great? Hall, wouldn’t cut it. They do like their grand names here don’t they?

Beady blue eyes briefly focused on the table underneath the red flags and she grinned. That’s one way to announce their arrival, with some old school mind numbing pop tunes and tasteless humour. Could always count on Khalil. Adjusting her goggles, and making sure all five earrings were in place, Harley took to slowly strolling around the hall, taking it all in. It was very much what she’d expected, and yet somehow a little disappointing too. So many stories, and this is it? Old stone, floating candles and a charm on the ceiling?

At least Ilvermorny had a funky style to it. Which, speaking of Ilvermorny, where were her Serpents? Surely not at the house with the snake emblem, they wouldn’t be so grossly predicta- was that gold cutlery?!

…

Well then. Maybe she’d send back some… mementos. Clover deserved a nice gift after all, staying home with their parents.

Finally spotting Manuela in the blue house, Harley made her way over with raised eyebrows and upturned lips, shooting nods towards all her housemates present.

"Yo, Hogwarts kids, is this real gold?" she asked, lifting up teaspoon and directing her question to everyone present.

Aka, hello.

Sam had opted to go drop off her books before heading to the Great Hall, and it appeared in the meantime that chaos had erupted in the Great Hall. Not least, that awful trashy music coming from the Gryffindor table. Her gaze sort out her bestie over there, an apologetic look at the fact they seemed​ to have copped the worst of it. She nodded at the suggestion Dora should join them over here, where there was less of such nonsense.

Mason and Chloe were even somehow managing to read through it all. Kudos to them, and maybe slight regrets at dropping off her her own study material.

Pouring herself a goblet of pumpkin juice, Sam surveyed the Americans that had joined them. "A racket," she commented to the nearest girl's (Maesi) question about what had been missed. Although maybe she wouldn't have referred to it as such. "I'm Sam. Welcome to Hogwarts and the Ravenclaw table. Hope the trip over wasn't too bad."

She could do friendly, just at a quieter volume than most of their foreign visitors. And for the record, British food could be FAR from bland. She hoped the elves would cook a good curry before too long.

Seeing that no one had even responded to Dora's final words she gave a shrug before slipping into the seat next to Sam (with Casper on her other side). The Gryffindor heaved a heavy sigh as she propped her chin in her hand, elbow on the table.

"Some of then are quite rude, ya know, " she said in a low tone so ONLY Sam could hear her. She felt bad saying it and totally didn't want to stereotype them all... especially since her favorite cousin was indeed from America. But like... some were perpetuating the stereotype of obnoxious American pretty spot on. For reals.

And while the blonde didn't consider herself RUDE, she also didn't go out of her way to introduce herself to any of the Ilvermorny students currently seated at the Ravenclaw table. The Great Hall was PACKED with the other schools pupils... especially since it seemed that they had indeed brought the ENTIRE student body for this event. Who did that?! An entire thousand plus more kids piled into a castle in Scotland was likely a recipe for DISASTER! Turning to look at Sam again, and this time in a normal tone, Dora said, "I hope Headmistress Hawthorne announces the Hogwarts champions soon... the din in here is giving me a horrid headache. " And maybe the Gryffindor was more than a little curious about her house champions. She'd never admit it aloud, but she did hope she got a shot at this.

And her nerves couldn't handle the suspense much longer!

Yo, Hogwarts kids, is this real gold?

From behind the Ilvermony girl (Keaton) Aslan Evans stood with a brow curiously raised and her arms gently folded. "Yes, matter of fact." She said, wordlessly slipping into the seat by Jessa while the opportunity presented itself. Her red and Gold robes ousted her as a member of the other table, but the seventh year hardly cared. She was too busy being relieved at the relative quiet here to be concerned with something as unimportant as if she looked like she belonged.

Hadley Denaker and Jessa Cambridge were already making nice and talking up the inevitable storm. Aslan leaned in, her chin settled on her fist as she listened to the comparisons between Horned Serpents and Ravenclaws. It was, much more interesting than the display of outright americanism that had been happening at her table and she found herself wondering if Gryffindor was to... Whatever those students happened to be as Horned Serpent was to Ravenclaw.

It would certainly make sense, Gryffindors aside from herself and a few others were known to be brash, loud, daring and extroverted and those particular americans all fit that bill rather well, in her opinion.

Seated here with the Ravenclaws and Horned serpents, Aslan couldn't help wondering what her life might have been like had the Hat second guessed his choice and placed her here instead..... Quieter, certainly but no less frustrating given how well (or not) she got on with those who lived and breathed with the house.

Lost in thought, Aslan was only half listening when the subject of the Champions to come stole a bit of her attention. She blinked. "Who do you think they'll pick?" she asked Hadley and Jessa, her tone as cool and calm as if she had always been involved in this conversation.

Whoa! This was nice. Blakeney looked at around. Which way was she suppose to go? Just pick a table. Well she was going to pick a table where there lots of Hogwarts kids, sit there because she had lots she wanted to know. But where to go.

Blue was her favorite color so the blue table was where she was going. Seeing a familiar friendly face, Madelyn from her own school she scooted into the seat next to her. ”Hi Madelyn. What do you think so far? Did you finish those uniforms, yet? I can help if you need.” She asked with a grin. Just something she could add to her resume

Heading a girl (Katherine) ask if they thought they would be selected. She wasn’t sure if she was talking the table or someone specific. ”I think I’ve got a really good chance. Do You?” she gave the girl a inquisitive look.

Turning to another girl (Kitty) she smiled and waved happy. ”Hi I’m Blakeney.” She butted into Madelyn’s and a boys (Kirk) conversation. ”HI ”I’m Blakeney. Well I live in California so I’m just hot natured I suppose. So I really can’t tell.” She said with a laugh. In the snow at Ilvermorny she was the crazy girl out there in flip flops. But hey what could she say the girl loved her shoes, okay?