Brent smiled at her when she compared herself to a niffler. "It's not that I didn't want a niffler patronus or anything like that. It's just...if I had to make ten wild guesses as to what my patronus was going to be, I wouldn't even think to list niffler," he said. "But now that you've compared yourself to one, they're suddenly looking better and better." He had never thought to compare his girlfriend to a niffler, but maybe that was the meaning behind the patronus. He'd always been taught the animal was linked to a certain person in the caster's life.

Huh? Hirsch and Hawthorne? "No, I...didn't," he said. He found himself glancing around, wondering how they suddenly got on the topic of Hirsch and Hawthorne. Then just as quickly, Skylar was bringing up how fine the librarian and healer looked tonight. And NO, he had NOT noticed that one. "What do you mean how are we not like the other Ilvermorny kids?" he asked. Smarter? Not as smart? Cuter? Not as cute? Hmm? Their conversation had taken an odd turn.

Brent finished off his last sandwich, suddenly feeling even stranger than he had before. "The headmistress is looking really pretty tonight, too," he said, feeding off what Skylar had said about the librarian and healer. Of course, Brent was just a kid, but he'd always thought the headmistress had a good look to her. He wasn't sad at all that she'd managed to turn up at the same school he'd transferred to.

Niffler was last on his top ten list of patronuses? They were good protectors though, especially if it came to protecting shiny things. They would take the shiny things and not give them back, so a niffler patronus made total sense. Also, she kind of was curious what her patronus would be now. She smiled though when he admitted to it looking better, "Guess she's no niffler, huh?" in reference to the she being Madelyn. Because obviously that was why he didn't think it would be a niffler, right? "I wonder what mine would be. You know you're going to have to help me work on mine now, Mr Champion."

Wait, what had she said? About the Ilvermorny kids? Where was she going with this? Suddenly though, as if her tongue was ahead of her brain, she just spouted out words, "Well, like... you two are nice. The other ones are kind of annoying and rotten and stuck-up." What? Where had that come from?

Glancing over toward the headmistress, again, at Brent's comment, she smiled, "Yes, I'd say so. She cleans up well. But I still can't believe she doesn't believe in hugs. Like, something must have happened to her to give her this no personal contact. I wonder what it was."

Well this was an INTERESTING turn of events. Irene had been standing by a table, observing the variety of couples, friends, and more in this room. Had someone sanctioned this room as the truth telling room? She supposed so. And she had heard a lot of unique comments. Heh. How scandalous. Irene certainly was glad that she hadn't been put in such a position that would make her regret her words in the morning. She gave a quick thumb's up to Brent because he was here with the girl that had run away from him at the first event. Well done. Looks like trouble in paradise was remedied and she deserved a treat for assisting. Teeehee. They were ADORABLE.

A glorious mocktail would be her treat. Picking up a mocktail from the table, she took a looooooong sip. Refreshing. Utterly refreshing.

Something about being hot? Huh? What's this now?

Oh MY. Tenacius seemed to be having some lady troubles as she saw two girls (Melbourne and Olivia) around him. She recognized one girl from the Gryffindor table. The other was speaking quite loudly. So the Illvermornian decided to pay them a quick visit. "Hello. Enjoying the evening? I couldn't help but overhear... is everything alright?" she asked with a concerned glance at the party before waving to Ezra. Ooh hello! "Excuse me, I do hope you are all alright. I'll be over there if y'all need something" she said to the group and made her way to Ezra.

"Hello! Mind if I stand with you?"

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Oh, snap. What he had just say?

Evan mentally banged his head on the table. Yeah, he did have a crush on Manuela ever since... 3rd year? Fourth? Well, it didn't really matter now. But he just kept it on himself because well, he was aware that there's no way that she would have affection feelings toward him. They were F R I E N D S and this was.... okay, pretty sure that their friendship was ruined now.

Congratulations.

His cheek turned redder than ripe tomato. Awkwardly he avoid her gaze and played with the cutlery in front of him. For the first time in his life, Evan didn't feel like finishing his food. Honestly he had zero expectation that Manuela would return his feelings, seriously. There were so many good-looking guys that seemed like her and he was just... Evan, an unattractive awkward Asian guy who had weird obsessions with food and bubble tea.

When Manuela said that she didn't know how to respond that, he let out a sigh. It was totally acceptable, probably she wanted to say no but in a polite way. "That's okay." It was the only statement that Evan could say now.

Actually, none of this was okay and Manuela wondered why she couldn't keep her mouth from spilling out uncomfortable truths. Or why Evan couldn't keep his mouth shut from spilling out his uncomfortable truths. It was like they were both in direct competition to see which one dished out their most guarded secret before the night was up.

It seemed like Evan was winning just now but Manuela supposed, with the way her stomach was twisting painfully, that there was time yet to snatch his crown.

An uncomfortable thought, to be sure.

"I'm... sorry." It was the safest thing she'd said thus far. And a true one, too. Then the word vomit continued: "I know that's not what you wanted to hear but I can't really lie about this," Or about anything, it'd seem. "It wouldn't be fair. I don't know if I like you like that." Time to process. That's what she needed.

"But I wouldn't mind if you kissed me."

She also needed to shut up.

Oh look Olivia was blushing! He couldnt tell if she was embarrassed or flattered but he did mean well by the comment, and that was evident in his demeanor-- nothing malicious at all-- it was such a dude bro compliment from a guy obviously attracted to this girl that he was currently unaware that is was slipping out faster than he should sensibly consider.

But oh at least she was still talking to him. "Well..... yeah. Fashion. Aesthetics. Insert fashion-jargon only my grandma would understand here." he gestured in the air comically, just about ready to prattle off when Melbourne started talking all sneaky and stuff...

Ey whut? "I can hear you Melbourne Annika your-name- is-officially- longer-than-my-Dad's-mile-long-name-Johanson-Sorin-Ward." Drink the eggnog because wow it was a mouthful. And then he stuck his tongue out at her like they were 5 again. But by then she has stolen his sushi. "Imma collect that sushi from ya later Mel." he joked. Although really maybe he should just go around offering food. He does find it oh so interesting seeing food reactions from people.

But right to the tables! As he settled onto his seat he heard Olivia ask a question. Was her dress too short? Did she look bad? He scoffed "Vi, you look GREAT, and you got pins to show off too. If anything its me that has to worry and fend off other interested parties." Munch munch munch.

Wow everything is just rolling off the tongue today innit?

Gaston smiled in return at the other Ilvermorny student who acknowledged his greeting (Zinnia). Mr. Salander got a laugh from the professor when he waved his partially eaten cheesesteak at him. The other students he hadn't greeted yet (Brent, Skylar, Ezra, and Irene) each received a hello and a smile as he passed. Then Miss Holden's voice caught his attention, and his dark head whipped around just in time to see her pick up a strawberry parfait as per his suggestion. "Excellent choice," he said with a slight chuckle. "Glad I could help, Miss Holden."

Miss Sorin-Ward's words made him laugh, and he had to stifle it by pretending to cough, He didn't want the Ilvermorny girl (Layla) to think he was laughing at her. 'Wild' was certainly an apt description of Hogwarts! And she was right... Hogwarts had quite the reputation for strange happenings. Even when he taught at Beaubatons, he often heard outrageous stories about Hogwarts. "I understand," he said. "Well, maybe something will happen to make the school ive up to its reputation soon." Or not. A term without monsters or poltergeists would be just fine with him!

Gaston smiled at the house elves (Schmoop and Beezly)as he watched them bustling about. "Hello, Beezly and Schmoop," he said. "Thank you for your help tonight. No, I don't think I need-" he began, but then he saw the plates of cookies Schmoop was carrying. He wasn't very hungry, but maybe Rosalyn would like one? "On second thought, could I have one of those cookies, please?"

He turned his attention back to his plate. Somehow the more he ate, the more the sad, sullen feelings he was trying to hide came back. Why was this happening? "I knew coming here tonight was a waste of time," he said, more to himself than to Rosalyn. "Over two terms of bending over backwards to make everyone in this bloody school happy, and a lot of good it's done! I'm still just as despised as when I got here, if not more so! No matter how hard I try, they still don't like me. So what's the point in trying anymore?"

He slammed his fork down on the table, and his angry expression turned stunned as he finished his tirade. What had come over him this evening? He meant every word, but he never thought he would say such things out loud! "I-I'm so sorry," he said, apologizing both to his date and everyone who'd overheard him. "I don't know where that came from! I-I need some air..." He set his napkin on the table and rushed out the door before he could say anything else he'd regret later.

She chuckled as Ace waved his hands around in a comedic manner. She smiled softly at him. His previous phrase must have simply been a slip. Olivia became quiet once more as she listened to Ace and then.....

Mel!!!! Olivia enjoyed seeing her greatly. She was grinning again before her smile faltered when she heard that Melbourne had clearly heard the comment that Ace had made to her. Had anyone else heard it... like a Professor then? Oh Merlin. She panicked silently as she didn't have nor could find the words to express her feelings. It was a big messy ball of bleh. Soon enough she was distracted by the name that Melbourne had called her. "Muffin?" repeated Olivia and then looked down to her plate, wondering if she had put a muffin on it. She hadn't seen muffins. Wait was Melbourne hitting on her? No, no. Maybe? Hah. No. Totally not, right? OH. And then it all clicked for the Gryffindor. "Earnest. You remember?!" She was touched. "Gotcha. Following." A quick thumbs up. "Thanks Mel. You look beautiful do but you always do," and now she was rambling. And then she noticed Melbourne had spell-o-tape! A goddess indeed!! Her friend was a goddess. She gave Mel a wink, trying to show that she saw the tape. Her eyes grew to be the size of tea cup saucers when she watched Melbourne and Ace interact. This was interesting... Then when Ace said Mel's full name, Olivia just stared... in awe. Wow! "Thats a long name! .... it's pretty, spunky, and strong though just like you!" she nodded. Mel was all three of those things. #slightgirlcrush #amiright?

And then Ace said that she looked great. A small smile tugged at her lips momentarily before she heard the next comment. He had to worry about fending off interested parties? She chuckled a little bit. "Don't worry, even if there were or are other interested parties, I wouldn't notice... " She wouldn't notice because one she was oblivious and two... "I've got my eye on someone already." oh Merlin. That.... er.. That wasn't supposed to be said a loud!!! She had been thinking it and it had just been blurted out.

Unfortunately Olivia didn't have a time turner to go back and take back those words (nor could she hide under the table- or wouldn't be able to sneakily do so) sooooo instead she took a loooooong sip of her drink. And then a spoonful of parfait to make her stop talking. "Besides I'd rather spend my time with you. You're fun!" Nice recovery, right? Another spoonful of parfait. Ahem.

Fortunately there was something to distract her. Professor Marchand had left the room in a rush. Was he alright? She bit her lip, hoping that her Head of House was okay and at least got to try the strawberry parfait. Not wanting to cause worry, she turned back and had another spoonful of parfait. Still delicious and a great choice.

SPOILER!!: SisterSister! <3

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"You could always ask mom to send you some. You know she will." All he had to do was owl them and their parents would send whatever he asked for. That's how things worked in their family, they asked and they received. Nothing more to it. Sam looked at her brother, her expression completely blank before she suddenly began to laugh. "Never change, Jer, Never change." Gosh how he annoyed her sometimes but boy how she did care about her brother.

Samara shrugged her shoulders. "Honestly? Sometimes with you...I don't know." They joked and teased each other so much that sometimes it was hard to tell when he was messing about or just being a real jerk to her. "Franklin Butterworth." He was in their year and in their house so she knew the twin would know the name right away. She also knew he would be keeping an eye on her just as she would be doing to him. "So seriously...what do you think of all this?" she waved a hand around them at everything. "And I'm not just talking about tonight...all of it, Hogwarts and the people." Did he want to go back home as much as she did?

Jer nodded, now going back to the Buffalo dogs. Honestly, they were delicious so it almost made up for the lack of hot dog and chilli anywhere in this School. He grinned, dog poised at his mouth. "Please. You love me just the way I am and always will.'' So there would be no changing for him.

The guy narrowed his eyes at his sister. Was he wrong in thinking that she knew him? He said nothing though but zoned in the fact that Sam was here with Franklin Butterworth. ''He's okay...ish.'' Right. No guy would be ever good enough for Sam. "If he gets too frisky or anything let me know.''

Jer managed to finish up both of the Buffalo dogs and he was quite full for now. "Hogwarts can never match up to Ilvermorny,'' was the response. And rather loudly too. Who cared if Hogwartians heard anyway? "This.'' He gestured at the room in general. "I'm sure they went out of their way to make this special. It's impressive, I'll give that to them.''

Why did Sam care for his opinion right then? Didn't she have to go find a Butterworth?