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Drake smirked and felt himself geting angry. His ring flashed a bright red, but then as quick as it had come it left. He started counting in his mind. Letting his mind clear and his famous temper fall to the wayside. The ring held onto a steady bright orange though.

"Only even said something cause of Jason. His da told 'e t'was bet'er t'er not fight, even ask f'rg'ven'ss 'f 't w's 'v'lable." He slaped a hand over his mouth. His Irish accent peaked out. He shook his head, almost knowing that he would catch some form of slack because of it.

He looked down at the table and tried to clear his head. But he was already thinking back to the summer.


"I think its cute." Jason said throwing a arm around Drake as the walked through Diagon Alley. "Bet you have to keep all the boys off you while your there."

"B't I 'nly 'nt 'ne." He muttered looking into the window of the Quidditch Supply shop. A shadow of the two appered on the glass window. The inside showing a new Fireblot.

"And whom would that be?" Jason asked look turning the boy to look into his bright green eyes.

"Y'u." he said hugging the boy, who tilted his face up and kissed him. The rest of his summer were hugs and butterfly kisses. He had taken up the offer of head Anderson cause of the boy, something he liked.

Drake blushed and started thinking about the coming years finance and bussiness classes. He blanched at the though and finally shook his head. He would be fine he thought. Removing his hands from his lips he smiled again.

Have to send him a letter. Hie turned back to the fire eyed blonde and laughed. "Peddy Treats made by an ant fall on deaf ears no human hears." His Irish leaking in every world he said. With another smiled looked at his ring. Deep Purple, love, he smiled and turned back to the sorting.

Hildy cooed in half-sadness along with her friend. She wished that she could have brought Rolf along with her. The kittens had been adorable playing on the train. From what she understood, students were not allowed to take their familiars to class with them. Though some that had smaller pets were able to get away with it. Rolf was tiny now, but adventurous. There would be no way to keep him contained and hidden. Though hopefully he would be able to tromp happily around their dormitory room with Lady while the girls were away at class.

The image of them stuck in their carriers and carted around by strangers was a sad one. “Ooo, I’m sure they’re fine. I know Rolf is. The little man sleeps more than he wakes.” She giggled at the thought of her plump kitty. “Though with Lady so close by he might be trying to escape to get to her.”

Rolf had become quite attached to Hildy, and she to him. But the young girl did worry that now with his affections for Lady,that he might be tempted to wonder off into the castle. She didn’t want to think of the poor kitten lost in the dungeon corridors. But she hoped that was just undue worry on her part.

The Hall was alive with activity, friends excitedly greeting each other after a summer apart and new friends being made. Or old enemies crossing paths again. She heard only a few heated words exchanged between William Nott and another Slytherin, but it was enough to tell that they weren’t friends. Actually, as she looked at William sitting at the table, he had the definite air of lording over things. She had only met him a few times but hadn’t realized that he had the superiority complex that she had heard of some Slytherins.

Eyes swept across the table and she met the gaze of an older girl at the Slytherin table. Pale skin and red hair, the girl looked all alone even amongst the crowd. Something in the look that she had told Hildy that this girl recognized the confusion and uncertainty that Hildy had felt as she walked over to the table.

Turning back to Belle, regaining her smile, she wondered how Belle felt about Slytherins. Hildy had heard mainly bad things about them from her father. But perhaps she needed a new opinion. “So, was this a shock to you? Being placed in Slytherin? I’ve never really heard much about the house.”…that wasn’t awful.

Either way, Hildy was thrilled to be placed with her new friend. It definitely blunted the shock of the Hat ignoring her plea. She was not about to ignore the issue, but she would not bemoan her fate tonight. There had been enough of that lately.

Slip out the back before they know you were there

and at the worst you'll see nobody cares,

you don't want to be around when it all goes down...

Second Year, Slytherin

An echo of demeaning laughter had hastily perused past thin lips and permeated the lighthearted ambiance of the room with his own sickening quirk of malevolence, he hadn’t truly paid another moments attention upon Dragomere Anderson. Thoughts of their last and brief encounter hurling bare knuckles at one another down in the dungeons had done little to boost his ego, but it hadn’t done much to tear down the walls either. If anything, it had been fuel to the fire, a reason to wake each and every morning as early as he does to assist out in the stables and tread tired muscles into definition when he could. Of course, even despite his efforts, it couldn’t be spotted with ease because under the generous acknowledgement of fat was where those muscles had hidden from view, to be taken by surprise. Several familiar faces that had flocked to Blaire Frost’s side had now occupied the oblique air around Tay, though he had yet to divulge any information that regarded his blonde cousin. Eyes of scrutinizing gold had flittered upon Dragomere with smug resilience, a smile had mocked his lips as he casually reclined backwards in leisure and dismissed a mocking wave towards the boy who sought far too much comfort in one little ring; a ring that had been sure to catch Tay’s eyes with a spark of ingenious magnitude. Instead of offering any keen remark, eyes of gold danced upon the familiar head of a seventh year boy claimed as the newest prefect.

”Are you to take give us the password to our dorms this year?” Tay inquired politely enough, eyes intent upon Cassius Barrington while awaiting an answer. In truth, Tay would have left to the common room if he could, but the password had yet to be administered by the upperclassmen unto the rest of the house, or at least so far as he knew.

Slytherin Table

The Slytherin table, a place Ronyo had spent little of his time last year and likely that trend would repeat. He wondered if it was odd that he had few…actually no friends from his own house. He had yet to meet any of his fellow green and silver brothers and sisters that seemed to share his ideas and morals.

Seeing the next generation of students go through the sorting hat and generally seem pleased was something nice to witness from the other side. Trying to think back to how he felt during those moments before he was so oddly placed had Ronyo still pondering the significance of his placement. As he watched a particularly upset girl come off the steps and head towards her table Ronyo could relate to the girl. Ronyo maneuvered himself over to where he could see the girl doing her best to hold a pleasant outer image but her eyes told a different story. He overheard her question about placement and hoped those she was speaking directly to would not find him rude for commenting in.

“In truth I am still curious as to my placement but they say the hat never makes a mistake, and what may seem like a blunder now may turn out to be just good foresight. What you have heard about the house is likely a mixture of truth and some fabrication…but mostly truth,” Ronyo smiled as he nodded to the girl and introduced himself, “Ronyo Storm second year, and I was in your shoes some three hundred and sixty-five days ago. Trust me when I say the significance of your house placement matters only as much as you want it to. My two best friends are from Ravenclaw and Gryfindor so don’t let your house become a boundry.”

Ronyo was not sure why he felt the need to comfort the girl; it was likely what he had hoped to hear upon making the house of the snake. He had received some positive words but more of those comments were laced with sarcasm or likely a few falsities to help smooth things over. Looking over to see and hear one of the seventh years speaking Ronyo wondered how things would be once he was in that position. Regardless of the fate of the rest of the world he still had six more years before he could do much about it, unless fate played a hand.

{HALVINE | CLENORE}

At breakfast, when all the owls flew in to deliver their messages, an unfamiliar owl landed at the Slytherin table. It stood nobly, feathers fluffed and head turned pointedly away from the girl he had landed before. The owl didn’t have a problem with the girl, it was the cat on her lap he disagreed with. But he stood firm, waiting while the girl unrolled the parchment and read:

Annie,
What’s going on with us?
You know I miss you, I have all this time. I don’t know what’s
wrong with me to think we’d just go straight back to how we’d been.
But it’s hard, cause I don’t know why we stopped in the first place.
I’ve heard rumors, about your family and stuff, but you know my dad
never pays any attention to those things, so neither do I.
What’s going on with you?
Please know that I would have been there for you if you’d asked,
but you never did.
That's bollocks, I should have been there anyway. I’m sorry.

You can write on the back of this parchment if you want to,
but I understand if you don’t. I really am sorry for whatever happened with us.

You’re still my best friend Anniebella.

Love you,
Halvine

Thomas wished he could say that his first year had come and gone in a flash, but it could be further from the truth. He'd struggled. Struggled to find a niche, to fall into the general flow of things, but in the end he managed to scrape by. He knew his reception back home wouldn't be great, but his father's letters were so seldom; he wasn't sure what kept him so busy these days.

To add irony to summarize his experience, Transfiguration, the class he'd initially speculated would be the most dull, turned out to be his strongest subject, and was actually looking forward for the next term. There was much more of an artistic quality to the skill that he'd overlooked in the beginning and was glad he'd now discovered.

Thomas let his gaze trail around the room as others filed in and took their seats for the closing ceremonies, his brow dropped and arms crossed indifferently; his failings at academia aside, Thomas had gained one thing in these past months. He'd embraced his place in this school; fell in love with the damp shadows in the dungeons, and grasped the inner workings of his own psyche. It was clear one either learns their place quickly or losses their place altogether; Thomas was the former, he was Slytherin. He waited patiently for everyone to take there places and for the festivities to begin.