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Azul Baltazar-Cortez has LAAANDED.

Literally.

In a red bug to boot!

Bouncing out of the vehicle, the long-haired brunette smoothed her palms down over her exaggerated yellow dress. Yes! That's right! Before leaving Ilvermorny Azul had spotted her one and all-time IDOL bounce in that wonderful sunshine yellow dress she just HAD to have one. So she charmed dress which had been blue to a BRIGHT YELLOW.

"Because then we'll die!" the girl replied to her Headmistress excitedly.

She did just as instructed. Azul B R E A T HE D in the freeeeesh air. "It smells like squid," she commented with a shrug. Oh look! There was a lake nearby.

OOHHHHH!! Who cared about squid-smelling lakes when it was SELFIE TIME WITH HER IDOL. Azul madly squished herself through, tugging her poor buddy along and put up a two fingers, beamed then squealed, "SELFIE!" Memories! "Could I have a copy later?" she asked her wonderful Headmistress. She'd even pay her in SNICKERS BARS.

OooOoooh! They had spectators! How lovely to be welcomed! Azul finger waved at everyone with toothy grin. "Bonjour!" They weren't in France, but what the heck! BONJOUR everyone!!

Students were pouring out. Where was Duncan? Her patience was thinning. They needed to look impressive. The bright yellow caught her attention immediately. With a flourish, Melanie waved her wand, changing the yellow dress into the Ilvermorny uniform.

Stupid, stupid girl. Embarrassing! Utterly, utterly embarrassing. "Miss Baltazar Cortez, I recommend you not test my patience any further tonight. Or else." She eyed the transfer student with disdain. "Go!" she shooed her on to follow Moxley.

They were representing Ilvermorny. They needed their uniforms. Everything tucked in, neat, ironed. Pressed. Not a wrinkle in sight.

"Oh. My. God."

Kathleen Yang was head and feet over the other students as she scrambled out of the trunk of the beetle and awkwardly came to stand on Hogwarts ground. First of all? it was majorly cold-seriously and she was from a seaside city so she knew cold, but this was way colder. Tugging her robes closer around her Kathleen had seriously little time to consider anything else when her bespectacled gaze was caught up with-
"Whoa, hot." She breathed out, blushing hardcore at the sight of the incredibly gorgeous figure Regina before her. Seriously, she was hotter than Utena, Minako, Asuka Soryu Langley and freakin' Faye Valentine combined. Holy-freaking- And she hadn't seen her in LITERALLY SO MANY YEARS but she was still the same beauty-WOW

Kathleen swallowed nervously,her cheeks a vivid red. "UH, Hi! I'm Kathleen Yang, Pukwudgie." She said, her nerve making her words came out as more of a yell. were the Hogwartians nice? Did they think they were lame because of the Bug? IT WASN'T THEIR CHOICE, OKAY???

they'd been hoping for a private jet or like... Something cooler to impress the English kids with. SERIOUSLY DO NOT JUDGE.

hfowuiherfuherwpiueiugh, this was MENTAL, Literally so much- there was so much-
SHE WASN'T READY.

Don't mind us headmistress and Professor Williams.

Why was Professor Williams so grumpy?

Not that Ronnie cared overly, but still it was weird. They were on their way towards an exciting tournament and the woman should be pleased about it. The Headmistress was a lot more cheerful at least, even if it was a little over the top.

With a sigh, she got out of the car. So this was Hogwarts and now she was stuck with her mother. That was a small price to pay for being able to witness the competition. Of course Ronnie had wanted to participate herself, but that was not possible as she was only a Third Year. Real shame as that was where all the REAL fun would be.

Despite her mood, she couldn't help but look around. The only greeting her mom got was a quick glare. Everyone else got a friendly "hello." Well as friendly as she could be in this situation.

Farted?!?!?

Her idol FARTED?!?!

"That was probably the kids in the back. You know, one of the blonde ones," she sniffed, clearly offended Starboy would say such thing. Moxley is perfect.

Azul eyed Miles. Blinked at him. Then reached into her blue purse and brought out some gum. "This gum is vitamin rich. Mom says so." She was a health nut. So there. Don't be such a wimp. She tugged on his hand she'd reached for when...

Uh oh...

Azul GAPED at the woman. Openly GAPED.

Test her patience? But she wasn't even trying! Not like that one time when she had sneaked McDonalds french fries into class; she wasn't about DIE from starvation. Or that other time her nail had chipped and she decided to fix it in class and accidentally spilled bright pink nail polish all over her desk.

The girl pouted. Her bottom lip TREMMMBLED. There was an 'or else'.

"I wasn't even trying," she said softly, her big eyes SAD. Truly and honestly SAD.

Melanie Williams has just broken Azul Baltazar-Cortez's HEART. Into P I E C E S.

Pout still plastered on her face, she tugged Starboy along (whether he was coming or not, she wasn't letting go of him now) and followed like Moxley's duckling she was, after the Headmistress. HER IDOL.

Duncan Williams was not a man who was easily impressed and that still remained to be the case today. If the journey to this forsaken place was any indication of the way the competition was going to turn out, then he was personally going to turn this Beetle around right now. The need to impress other humans made people stupider than they already were.

As it were, the Potions Professor took his long limbs out of the trunk of the Beetle and looked around at his surroundings. The word dull came to mind. Dull, gray and boring. Did the British send their kids to a school like this? Psh. No taste, no class and no sense of style. But their overenthusiastic and downright annoying Head didn't make the situation any better. He shot a look at her when she pulled out that annoying equipment and started demanding selfies. Here. In front of everyone.

The urge to roll his eyes was so real.

A smirk was the only accessory he added onto his face for this selfie spam but when it was over, he resumed his neutral expression. His neutral, judging expression. Eyes glanced over everyone there, judging every Hogwartian, staff and student, based on their appearance and the way they were poised. It was then that he leaned over towards Melanie and said very quietly, "Flour." She would understand.

Duncan really did roll his eyes that next second. When was Miles Jones going to get it into his head that he was about as popular as the Hogwarts Head was back at Ilvermorny? "Mr Jones," he hissed so that only he could hear, "If you don't behave properly, I will make you sleep on the floor." Or in the Hogwarts dorm rooms. He can't imagine those being any better.

Straightening up, he looked up at the British folk and gave them somewhat of a smile. It was there. When his eyes found who he assumed to be Regina, he stole a glance at Melanie and raised an eyebrow. Was this her? The heartbreaker and elitist? Maybe it was a good thing that she had run off to teach at this awful place. Ilvermorny didn't need people like her around.

#Murica

Ezra Wilson had to stop himself from physically pushing people out of the way in his excitement to see the legendary Hogwarts castle. Because that was rude. But seriously this was SO EXCITING! They'd finally made it! Ezra had never left the States, and to not only visit one of his top 10 countries on his bucket list AND to see Hogwarts at the same time??? AHHHHHH he was so lucky!!

He wished his mom could be here. She'd LOVE it.

He grinned with excitement, standing on his tip toes to see over the other students.

......

Aslan was unimpressed to say the very least.

The car was... underwhelming and the students decidedly normal. However, there was one surprise in that trunk which held her attention, the appearance of one Meredith Moxley- Former Hogwarts Headmistress and general loud human being. She raised an eyebrow as the american shuffled out of the trunk of the car like something out of a cartoon, they were... absolutely loud and not just vocally.

She fixed her eyes instead on the Staff, silently, she made her assumptions.

The ride was TERRIBLE. Khalil was extremely upset that they shot down his request to skydive out of the car - was it really that serious??? - and parachute down. Honestly??? They really were embarrassing Ilvermorny by arriving in the most mundane fashion. He'd have to have a word with the Headmistress about this. Later. When they weren't in front of so many people (could he still get detention in another country???)

Nonetheless, Khalil strode out of the trunk, a pair of dark-colored shades over his eyes - why wasn't it super sunny out??? - and frowned. Will was nowhere to be seen, or, rather, he was taking his sweet time. He looked behind him - so many people were coming out - and couldn't be bothered so, after jumping in to quickly join the selfie-crew - he slinked over to the ever-so-skittish Kathleen Yang. "Ayy, girl," he said, giving her a gentle nudge on her shoulder. Ms. Pretty-Pretty aka Melanie Williams was looking great he flashed the professor a cheeky grin, and gave headnods to all the other Ilvermorny peeps and the other Professor Williams (not as pretty but still good looking) - seriously, where was Will???

"This is reaaaaaally not what I thought it would be." Because he really wanted to roll out in a large, plane, have fireworks announce their arrival, and dance the night away.

Of all the ways to make an entrance, this had to be one of the least dignified. Not only was the mode of travel a-- well... whatever kind of ancient artifact of a car this was supposed to be, but then there was the ordeal of climbing out of the trunk, to boot.

Kyle tried to keep as low a profile as possible, which was difficult when one happened to tumble his way out of the trunk of a car. Getting to his feet, he brushed stray blades of grass and particles of dirt from his dirt from the front of his uniform, and took a moment to get his bearings.

People were, naturally enough, staring. Out of force of habit, Kyle reached up and traced the tip of his finger over the Gordian Knot which served to fasten his robes. He, for one, was not a part of the selfie enthusiasts, and as he moved out of the way to clear the space at the rear of the car, he made a very conscious effort to avoid getting caught in the crossfire of photography.

It was difficult. Ilvermorny students were a narcissistic lot, Kyle himself included at times.

Intentionally mussing up the front of his hair, Kyle moved along with the general crowd, and found himself staring right at those Hogwarts students, to see for himself if those British stereotypes had any substance. He half expected them to grin at him with horribly crooked and badly-maintained teeth, or to raise cups of tea at him. It wasn't even raining, and that had practically been a promise.

"Professor Williams?" Either of them would do. "Where exactly are we headed?" It often paid to know exactly what to expect.

"Almost nothing is," Will finally had his turn to crawl out of the trunk of the bug, and he stumbled his way into the Mox's selfie crowd by instinct. There was literally NO cool way to fall out of a trunk. The best he could do was ruffle his hair and appear unaffected as he rubbed elbows with the nearest female person and struck a pose next to Khalil.

"Serious, man. How many times do I hafta tell ya that you need to manage your expectations? Me? I say 'hey, there's gonna be a castle and a buncha kids staring at us', and I'm happy as a gnome in a pumpkin patch. It's nice, actually. And I wouldn't turn down a turn in a broom closet with some of those girls, you feel me?" The sixthyear grinned broadly at a girl about his age in the first row.

A lot was happening at once.

"No, that's a bug." At Daisy and Oliver. Though it was of course the same thing, a fact his brain could hardly process because he was too busy taken in on...everything. People he could only assume were staff members from Ilvermorny were climbing out of the trunk (Moxley!), then came the students and, really, it was all a lot.

"Daisy! Shh!" He hissed, reaching to squeeze her hand before Hawthorne called them both out for laughing at the guests. He supposed it had been a less than impressive arrival but there was really something to be said about the level of magical skill required to make such a charm work. They'd climbed out of the trunk, after all, presumably without squishing themselves into oblivion.

He surveyed the newly arrived adults, wondering which one was responsible and if it would be okay to be subjected to some of his questions.

Or maybe he could just go to Marchand.

Attractive Professor #1 was already seemingly disgruntled and the other one who wasn't Moxley, who Levi thought was probably also attractive, was--he was attractive, actually, yes. Obviously.

Because he suddenly felt an immense about of pride over the fact that he went to Hogwarts, Levi moved both Daisy and himself--and sending an encouraging look to Oliver, a clear indication that maybe he should join them, too--and went to stand next to Aslan.

In the face of strangers, apparently Hogwarts students needed to stick together.

Largerly to hismelf, he whispered. "So, definitely not an eclipse, shooting, UFO, or asteroid, then. Cool."

Well, that thing was not cool at all. It was a red old car. Théo was disappointed. But it must mean someone was coming to the castle. Oooooooh now Théodore remembered. The kids from the other school were supposed to come here. Wait that means it October already.

Time does fly.

It was funny watching them come out of the car. But they looked pretty ordinary to him. Besides them being loud. But being a gryffindor he was use to that.

He was going to have to run back to the dorm later and tell Abey then probably both of them tell Derf.

It took longer than it should have to equate the arrival of the flying car with that of the Ilvermorny students. And Sam couldn't help but think it was an extremely underwhelming way to travel. Beetles, for a start, were one of the most ridiculous looking classic cars she'd seen to grace the streets of London. Then make it all a bit stranger, the students all seemed to be tumbling out of the boot.

Why not a boat? Or a train? Or a bus?

All of the above seemed way more practical for this many students to arrive. Her thoughts soon moved on though, as she sought the right word to describe the sense she was getting from the rubble right now. Rowdy wasn't the right fit. There was a loudness there, but not just in volume. And exuberant wasn't right either; certainly some were showy in that way. But not all.

Brash.

Maybe that was it. Brash. She'd have to ask Dora her opinion later. She was pretty sure not ALL Americans were like this. At least, the few she already knew weren't.

And who was this guy, looking at her like that? Sam pulled her bookbag further up on her shoulder, and raised an arched eyebrow that simply read: 'Try me'. She was pretty sure she'd read between his words correctly, and he wouldn't be getting her in a broom closet anytime soon, that was for sure.

LAND! THEY WERE ON LAND AGAIN! PRAISE BE TO THAT OLD GUY WITH THE BEARD EVERYONE WAS ALWAYS TALKING ABOUT!

Benji climbed, quite literally, out of the Beetle and kissed, quite literally, the ground beneath his feet. Even though the car had been charmed to be spacious and nothing like the inside of a car, the first year was glad to be on the ground again and not flying over the giant pond that was the Atlantic. This Canadian did not fly well, and there was nothing anyone could do trick him into believing that they had done otherwise for the past however many hours it took for them to get there. Those funny sleeping drinks hadn't helped him at all.

Mid seventh kiss of the ground, the boy then got self-conscious. He was sure Professor Williams would have gave him a good scolding if the man saw him like this. Benjamin had already gotten into trouble countless times the past month for misplacing his wand, easily getting lost, and being totally oblivious to the basics of the magical world. The struggle of being the son of two No-Majs was real, man. But at least the lovely headmistress lady was always so forgiving and understanding and motherly.

Speaking of the lovely headmistress, Benji gradually inched his way toward her, faaaaaaar away from Professor Williams #1 and Professor Williams #2. The curly-haired boy was about to actually tug on her dress because he had a sudden thing that needed to be taken care of, but he stopped himself as she seemed busy talking to that other beauty and Benji knew better than to interrupt adults who were deep in conversation. So he scooted away to bother his fellow Ilvermorny pals. Surely they would be able to point him in the right direction.

"Does anyone know where the bathroom is? I NEED TO FREE THE PEE." Would the Hogwarts people get mad if he did it in that bush over there?

And did these guys have poutine?

Cornelius had been wandering around the grounds in that thoughtful kind of way he's been doing lately. Life was a big bowl of dung sometimes, but it could always get better. He told himself that, anyway.

After making sure his nieces and nephews and gone to dinner (he checked up on the tykes once in a while, uncle of the year here) he went for a stroll, decided this was going to be a great year.

That's when he spotted something in the sky. With hopes that it was something celestial, the boy sprinted towards it only to come to a stop when he was blinded by bright...

What the hell was that?

And that car...and...was that...Mox?

The Slytherin grinned, but as soon as he had his mouth fell WIDE OPEN.

No. No. Absolutely NOT!

The smaller sun next to Moxley--NO. Life truly hated him. It really did. And it was proving it by dumping Azul into his turf!

"Great. We're doomed," he said both to no one and everyone.

"EXCUSE me!"

Aurora didn't mean to be rude much but at only five feet tall, she was very easily lost in a crowd and she was NOT going to let everyone else have all the fun. She imagined the entire Hogwarts student body was likely waiting for them - and why shouldn't they be? This was probably like, the most excitement they had in years! She couldn't imagine life in Scotland was all that eventful...but maybe she'd be proven wrong.

Maybe.

First things first - where were the BOYS? And all the adoring new fans?? Pushing forward to the front of the crowd, Aurora glanced out at the students and staff watching them make their entrance. Pretty...average looking. Although it was just a coursery glance, she was sure they'd have plenty of time to mingle later. She flashed them a grin and then flipped her hair over her shoulder. "Helloooo everyone!" she called out to them with a wave and a rock star smile. She was determined to make a good first impression - it's why her makeup was soooo ON POINT today.

Now, where was the food? The entertainment? Their luxury accommodations? Their Headmistress WAS a former Ilvermorny professor after all, she surely was going to keep her guests as comfortable as possible, right?

Aslan's features were inscrutable as the selfies began but at the words of a red-headed boy with leering eyes and a broad grin she found her lips tugging into a scowl. She crossed her arms under her chest and stuck her nose in the air as Levi, Daisy and some others gathered by her.

It was a show of solidarity, the kind she didn't usually go for. She stayed as she was, dark eyes briefly looking over to the Headmistress and the silent professors before she went back to her observation of the slow-climbing Ilvermony students, their red car and the teachers who held themselves with something like dignity, but that was yet to be proven.

doomed? No. In for a long year of annoyances, loud talking and general disregard? absolutely.

"I'd been looking forward to this for a moment or two." the Gryffindor dreamily said.

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Kathleen wiggled as Khalil walked over and nudged her shoulder. She had nothing but heart eyes for the drop-dead beautiful boy and omg WHEN HE SAID THINGS LIKE THAT? she couldn't help herself but blush and die. Ugh, what a guy- what a dude- Miles Jonesy was so wrong about what how incredible Khalil was, okay? okay.

She leaned in, raising up her hand and dropping a peace sign in Moxley's selfie as she used the moment to squeeze in real nice and close to William Healy and Khalil (of course). "Can you guys believe this!? We're in Europe!!!" She exclaimed, beaming brighter than a yellow dwarf.

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Azul GAPED at the woman. Openly GAPED.

Test her patience? But she wasn't even trying! Not like that one time when she had sneaked McDonalds french fries into class; she wasn't about DIE from starvation. Or that other time her nail had chipped and she decided to fix it in class and accidentally spilled bright pink nail polish all over her desk.

The girl pouted. Her bottom lip TREMMMBLED. There was an 'or else'.

"I wasn't even trying," she said softly, her big eyes SAD. Truly and honestly SAD.

Melanie Williams has just broken Azul Baltazar-Cortez's HEART. Into P I E C E S.

Pout still plastered on her face, she tugged Starboy along (whether he was coming or not, she wasn't letting go of him now) and followed like Moxley's duckling she was, after the Headmistress. HER IDOL.

...the lip trembling, even though Melanie was harsh on her students, did get to her. She rolled her eyes slightly before moving to catch up to the student. "Azul," she said, softly, her voice less sharp. "Your dress looked darling. But..we're repressing Ilvermorny. It was stated you MUST change into your uniform before we got off the beetle." She put a hand on the girl's head, dragging her fingers down through her hair. "Don't pout. Cheer up. Look proud. You're an Ilvermorny student." She sent Azul a smirk.

So Melanie had felt bad. So what? It was no one's business! Shoo!

That word. "Flour." It make the smirk curl further. "I told you, Duncan. I told you. You owe me." Flour...everywhere. Surprisingly, her brother was a bit choosier than she was. "You won't really make them sleep on the floor, right?" she asked under her breath. That'd be cruel, brother dearest. "Lord, let me go make have a quick chat with Khalel - lest he...embarrass us." She walked more quickly in order to catch up with the boy, and his companion. Kathleen. Kathleen, who tested her patience daily. She set a hand on his shoulder. "Behave." She flicked the side of his head, hard. "Or else."

Hello, Kyle. "Follow Headmistress Moxley." Melanie didn't know ?? Where they were going. Following the leader wherever she may go! No singing, though, please.

Where were they trekking off to anyway? Melanie heard the word 'PEE' and whipped her head around. He got a glare. Benji, watch yourself, boy. Good grief! Pressing a finger to her lips, she SHHHHHHHHHUSHED him.

Why she had opted to sit beside Jesus for the journey was a wonder to her. Other than the fact that there were very few of her peers she actually enjoyed the company of rather than quietly tolerated. There was not enough Calming Draught in the world to tolerate both his lavish storytelling and embarrassing travel accommodations. It only made her distaste for their Headmistress amplify.

At least Jesus had once again talked himself to sleep. He could finish telling her about ...whatever it was he had been going on about this time over dinner. Perhaps. His head falling on to her shoulder during a bit of turbulence had not helped the want to hear the rest.

Disembarking from the vehicle and leaving the probably still drooling in his sleep Jesus behind (selfie? No, thank you), Valerie distanced herself from the obnoxiously loud and giddy to slide in beside Kyle while adjusting her Ilvermorny uniform's rolled pant leg (no skirts here) that had become lopsided while climbing out of the car. "I had been looking forward to the rain too," she muttered bitterly to him. At least the sun here was not piercing, although she had come prepared just in case.

Ugh. Aurora. Would it be too awful if she sent a Silencing Charm on her already? Or transfigured her into a beetle and accidentally stepped on her?

Was that a car? Olly watched as it flew through the air and then landed in front of them. He stared. How could they all fit in that car? His question was answered almost immediately as the trunk opened and people started climbing out. That...did not look comfortable. Sure it was probably charmed to be larger than it looked because of magic and all. Still, not very stylish, to climb out of a trunk. He would have thought this entourage would have wanted to make a better first impression.

What Olly was mostly interested in was if there were cute boys among this Ilvermorny crew. Not that there was any shortage of those at Hogwarts, he noted as he followed Levi to the edge of the Hogwarts crowd. It was like an invisible line had been drawn. Who was going to cross it first? Into the crowd of strangers. Look! It was Moxley! Hi Moxley! Olly grinned and waved at the former headmistress. So far not many of the students were acknowledging them, but there was a girl (Aurora) waving and saying hello so Olly waved back.

So was this HOGWARTS?

Coolio. Well this was interesting. There was a crowd already here apparently. And why were they staring? Didn't they know it was rude to stare. Wait. Oh right. It was at them. Instead of being freaked out by it, Irene gave them all the biggest SMILE ever. She was ready to make friends with them as long as they weren't jerks like some of her fellow classmates. These Hogwartians seemed like a quiet bunch with their jaws dropped in awe. Hehe. Illvermorny kids were pretty awesome. Just sayin'.

Following her friend, Aurora's lead, she decided to be friendly as well. "Hello everyone!!" she cheerfully called out to them, waving and trying to be... y'know friendly to the Hogwartians. Hopefully these students wouldn't think that they were strange or something, right? "Kneazle got your tongue?"

Then she glanced at Benji (Zoe) who was desperately on the ground and demanding to use the loo. Ooh. That sucked. Before saying anything else, she turned to Aurora, "First impressions?"

Her struggle out of the trunk would have been almost graceful had her foot not caught with someone else's. Manuela Chiari quite literally, in the end, stumbled out, landed nearly face first and rolled back on her feet.

Nailed it. At bruising her admittedly fragile ego, anyway.

Moxley was already going her thing, and The Williams Entity were also doing their twin thing that frankly gave her the creeps, and Manuela busied herself with dusting off her kneecaps and pretending one the heels of her hands hadn't been scraped.

She looked around, was very quick to reach conclusions, as always.

To herself, she said: "Yay. Mayo and bread. Or on bread. Same difference." Then to Jordan and his friends. She wagged her index finger at him. "Jordan, please. We went German over American. That should've been your first sign."

Kyle Baker was asking stupid questions, but who was she to point that out, anyway? Everyone was entitled to stupidity, it being a free country and all. She supposed there was also some sort of loyalty at play, too; fifth year Horned Serpent privilege and whatnot.

...Where were Deo and Harley and the rest???

Adeodatus Astor hung about near the opening of the trunk, letting the rest of his schoolmates exit first. He was observing see, environmental conditions, how the locals were dressed today, who they were that greeted them. He knew one local..... and he was hoping he can keep the element of surprise for a bit more since Deo didnt tell his cousin that he was coming.

In fact, the bold face lie was-- 'No, its just the Ilvermorny faculty and school reps.'

So his bid his time, and then timed his exit-- during the wave of excitable classmates seeing Scotland for the first time. He's been here a few times. Miserable weather. Today was well.... better. Seem like Mother Nature is cooperating for the sake of their arrival.

Now where is that Curly Top because theres an egg in his hand with his name on it....

...

.....

"Bloody hell......" The words were more of a mutter than a loud utterance.

What WAS she witnessing. The flying car bug thing car, it was a car, it was a weird car with a name like a bug--whatever, it landed, that wasn't the thing that drew those words from the Third Year. Oh no. She was of the same opinion as it seemed many of her school mates were.

What...exactly....WERE these people....? They all spoke loudly and had this air of....of...well she couldn't quite put her fingers on it but bloody hell. BLOODY HELL. They had to share a castle with them??? Was it alright? Was it safe? The vast majority of them looked like they could give the Gryffindors a run for their money. Soon enough Jessa was almost wishing it had been UFOs like Ace had said or shooting stars like Levi had so helpfully contributed.

"Doomed might be accurate." She muttered, having heard the comment by the Slytherin. Was it something in their water? Something Hogwarts could fix maybe?

Or was it like......genetic? Was this a thing? COULD SHE CHECK??? They wouldn't mind yeah? Loud as they were they seemed....er......friendly.........?

Without drawing much attention to herself, the young girl sidled closer to Aslan, giving the girl a small tug without actually saying anything because at this point, seeing them spring from the car like that....what WAS there to say?

In Jesús' defense, the ride was long enough to tell four, incredibly embellished, rousing stories. He'd only gotten through half of the second one when he'd passed out (more embarrassment,) head drooping onto Valerie's bony shoulder (it was incredibly uncomfortable,) and he'd probably been snoring. It was a rough, rough trip indeed. When the garish, magical Beetle came to a halt, Jesús took his time to get his bearings before exiting said vehicle.

The frown on his lips would probably never leave.

He blinked several times, shook his head at all the ruckus, bypassed the Headmistress' absurd desire to take selfies (he was still upset over a lot of things and would have words with her, thank you very much,) and managed to maneuver through the crowd of Ilvermorny students to stand by Valerie and Kyle. He caught sight of Professor Williams (newly hired Potions professor,) and Professor Williams (the elegant, yet infuriating bane of his existence.) To be polite because he wanted to start the term off right, he called out to the latter of the two. "Since we're on foreign soil, how about a truce, professor?" A.K.A: please do not hand out any harsh punishments, a.k.a any detentions or worse, while we're on this trip.

"Don't be so glum," he said to Valerie and Kyle. "What good would rain do?"