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My wand is springy and spiraled made of acacia wood with a fairy hair core and is 8.5 inches long. I am 11 years old. I am enrolled as a first year at Hogwarts Witchcraft and Wizardry! And, I don't know what house I am to be sorted into... my big brother told me there are four and something called the sorting hat makes the final decision. [Wearing: Plain Uniform]

Cathy smiled as an older girl lectured Leena, it sort of reminded her of her big brother's protectiveness. Though, she felt a little bad about Leena's embarrasment, at least her brother had given his orders and prep beforehand... though she couldn't help but briefly wondered where her older brother disappeared to. He had been acting odd this summer, for example, his sudden interest in wanting to take piano lessons. She figured that she would find out soon enough what he was up to but was going to focus on classmates in her year for now and the adventure to get to the magical castle.

When, Leena walked over to a black haired boy who looked to be their age and sporting no obvious house colors, she smiled as Leena introduced herself to the boy, having a feeling she definitely end up with the right person to join up with-someone who seemed to like people just as much as Cathy did. However, as Leena asked her question she realized that she had never really interacted much with boys of her own age, and wondered if there was much of a difference. Dismissing her slightest doubts she figured that being friendly and nice like you were to anyone else couldn't be wrong.

Cathy joined Leena's side and said to her new friend, "I'm betting he is... all the upperclassmen are wearing their house colors, now." She turned to the boy and curtsied with her head bowed slightly before straightening and said throwing up a peace sign, "I'm Cathaline, by the way. This is Celeena or Leena. You can call me Cathy or Cat or even Catie or Cate like my family tends to. Are you waiting for someone?" She added tilting her head, curiously.





{OOC: And apparently the coding is broke on the page? Hmm...}

Valentina La Russa
Second Year Gryffindor/ Back to full health/ wearing jeans and a hoodie

As Valentina got off the train with black hair, she wondered who would notice that she has a different hair colour rather than her vibrant red locks. "let's see if I can get use to black hair than red more. even though I am a natural red head." As she stood there thinking as she saw the first years getting off the train. "I hope people realise who it is rather than asking who are you." She said. She walked towards the Carriages and leaned up against one. "I'll keep my hood up until someone asks who I am." she said. "Stupid glasses, oh how I hate wearing you. But I have to otherwise I will be a blurred vision girl." Valentina said to herself.

I'm bouncing off the walls again
I'm looking like a fool again
I threw away my reputation
One more song for the radio station







Crash whistled a soft tune under his breath. One arm cradled a skateboard close to his side, battling the flurry of his black and scarlet robes with every step he took. His free hand was always on his head, in his hair, scratching the back of his neck or pulling at his ear. He yawned dismally and his stomach groaned irritably. He just wanted to get through the feast and go to sleep. He’d been feeling that way a lot lately, avoiding people, ignoring things, sulking. He peered through the crowd; his short stature did him no good.

He couldn’t find Uriel, or Claire, or Lyv, but he had spotted Gypsy with one of the Ravenclaw prefects, so he steered clear for now. He wondered where David was, and how his summer had gone. He usually always had something to say to cheer him up…And as his eyes flew across the train station, he spotted Ronna and felt his stomach tie up in knots, squirming and slithering like a pit of snakes in his belly. He still didn’t know how he was supposed to act, what he should have done, or if it even mattered anymore.

She seemed to be doing fine, though, and that was what really mattered.

He pushed himself farther along, told himself to move on—so he did. He crossed out of the train station where the green grass sprawled on low hills. One way led to the boats, and the other went uphill towards the entrance gates. He could almost see the flanked columns and statue from where he stood. But there was one girl, a blonde — isn’t it always? — She seemed too lonely leaning against an empty carriage. An emerald pendant glinted around her pale neck. ”Hey.” he smiled, that American accent flourishing. He didn’t recognize her. She must be younger. ”I’m Crash, mind if I join you?” He gestured to the carriage beside her.

spaceGypsy blinked in surprise when she heard her name, turning to see Shayna standing there. Her brow wrinkled a bit in confusion; what did the prefect want with her? The school year just just started, she hadn't gotten into any trouble yet, after all. Figuring that this wasn't a discipline thing, she shrugged. "Yeah, sure. Uh, Eli, this is Shayna Snow," she said, eyes trailing to look at Eli, smiling at him to make sure he didn't think she was ditching him or anything like that. Although, she did wonder whatever this could be about. If she wasn't in trouble... well, what else was there? She did, belatedly, recall that Shayna was her Quidditch captain this year, and figured that had to be it. It was almost definitely a Quidditch matter, right? "So, what's up?" she asked. She didn't quite know why their Captain would need to talk to her, but Quidditch was really the only thing the two of them had in common, after all. Maybe it was about try-outs? As far as she knew, only one of their teammates had graduated, Rick, and Echo was going to fill his spot, so it couldn't be about them not being able to fill slots... unless she was just checking that last year's team was trying out again? That made sense; had to be it, then. She just wanted to make sure she still had a team.

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ஒ ஒ ஒ Oh daddy dear, you know you're still number one
But girls, they want to have fun. Oh, girls just want to have fun! ஒ ஒ ஒ

My wand is springy and spiraled made of acacia wood with a fairy hair core and is 8.5 inches long. I am 11 years old. I am enrolled as a first year at Hogwarts Witchcraft and Wizardry! And, I don't know what house I am to be sorted into... my big brother told me there are four and something called the sorting hat makes the final decision. [Wearing: Plain Uniform]

"Muggles?" Cathy asked confused, recalling something her brother had said. "Muggles can't do magic, right? So I'd say none of us are that," She said with a shrug and a smile. "My big brother and mum can do magic though... Dad's works as a muggle surgeon of sorts, but his family is all magical, if I remember correctly."

David hadn't filled her in much about wizarding blood lines or anything. In fact, David kept very far from the subject of their family and the differences of heritages. Cathy looked a bit perplexed as she tried to figure out what she could with the little information she had been given in regards to terms like muggle and bloodlines. "I went to the prep school at Queen's College before this, though..." She said with a shrug, not really registering she had mentioned one of the more prestigious muggle schools in London.

"Oh!" Cathy suddenly exclaimed to the boy, "You didn't give us your name." Then she smiled at Ariana and added with a smile, "Hi, Ariana, was it? I'm Cathaline... but that's such a long name so you can shorten it however you want. Lovely to meet you, by the way. The more the merrier, yes?"

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Second year of Yvonne's education at Hogwarts, and she already couldn't wait. She, of course, was tired of constantly being dragged around her mother's shop, doing menial jobs, and unpaid on top of that! That's child labor, illegal activity! But then again, her parents were the ones giving her food and shelter for free, so she shouldn't complain. Still, it was the responsibilities of the adults to take care of their young, and the children should hold no responsibilities towards their parents until legal age, at least.

For this thought, the Slytherin probably just amassed a month's worth of bad karma.

Yvonne skipped over to the station and watched as Hogwarts Express came into sight and come to a gentle halt in front of her. Ah, how she wants to ride this train! But, no, she had to live in Hogsmeade.

She cooled her attitude and put on a welcoming smile, brightly waving at the various hormonal passengers. Ah, and there's Prettyface, the girl thought as she watched Ashley get off. "Are you looking for me?" she sung, hopping over to her friends. "Didya miss me?"


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