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”That’s right. I’m glad you remember.” Kyra replied with a friendly smile full of white teeth. Her mother oft said that she inherited that from her her, and it was something Professor Hallow used to great success. Sometimes a few words and a friendly smile could do more than any magic, or so she was taught. ”She scared you near half to death?! It doesn’t matter what her intentions were, she should still be punished.” fuming over the gone girl was pointless though so after a deep calming breath, she uncoiled her fist and tried to put it out of her mind. It was good to see the girl stand on her own, and Kyra held the girls hand a moment longer incase her legs tried going out from under her, but she managed to stand. Letting go of the girl, Kyra started to get to work on the books and brushed the girls words aside with a wave of her hand. She wasn’t going to run off and leave the whole mess for her to clean up. Kyra was finishing up the few books she had picked from the ground and after noticing that Thea wasn’t nearly tall enough to reach shelves that Kyra could just barely get at with tiptoes, went to put those books up also, but she stepped back as Thea brandished her wand and made quick work with a levitation spell. Kyra’s eyes lit up and she gave a small delightful clap as she watched the books float up and insert themselves into the bookshelves. ”That was very well done. You’re very good at handling your wand.” she praised, inwardly sighing though as the girl felt the need to still apologize… twice. ”Its.. its fine. And you are very welcome, Thea Hedman.”Kyra pointed her wand down the hallway and gestured towards the main part of the library. Free time wasn’t to end for a while longer but these dark halls filled with books seemed less intriguing to her when there maybe some crazed lunatic hiding about. ”May I suggest we go back into the main section of the library Can you walk on your own?” Kyra asked and led the way, stopping after a couple steps to make sure the girl could walk herself. Out through the winding hallway she led Thea to the much more lit main area which contained large bookshelves in long rows, separated by old wooden tables. The sun still streamed in through stained glass windows, turning the entire room into a multi-hued display of reds, blues, yellows and greens. Kyra thought that the girl still seemed weak on her feet so she led them to a table and pulled out a chair for the girl. ”I think we can just sit here for a while.” she announced and took a seat for herself.

Markelm gave her a curt nod to her offer of advice. He had similar offers from a couple other professors but it was too early in the year to figure out if he needed any or not. ”Thank you for the offer. If I require any advice, I’ll let you know.” He was surprised that she had been teaching for over 50 years. She looked aged, but not so much as that. He wondered what other wizarding schools she had been professor at, and why she had decided to come to Hogwarts but kept his questions silent as he excused himself after their short introduction and conversation. Markelm knew it might do him some good to win himself some friends in the school or other professors he could confide in but until he had done his research he wasn’t looking to keep much company. He had friends still who knew things about people, though most of those friends probably wouldn’t see him anymore there was still ways of getting information or finding out peoples past and secrets. If not with words then with money. Most of the professors at the school seemed innocent enough at least, but he couldn’t remember if he had robbed any of them blind in the past.. Markelm had crossed the lush green lawns of Hogwarts and opened the doors to the small groundskeepers cabin. Inside the room was dim, curtains drawn over the windows. Most of his things were still packed in trunks in this room but he stepped over them and opened the heavy door to the cramped bedroom. The bed that sat in here was an old lumpy thing and he knew he’d have to replace it sooner or later as he turned to his trunks and began unpacking.

"Not all students are problems, but I suppose not everyone acts proper. I've had my share of first day woes if I may speak honestly... Some nasty Slytherin and from my own house, also." Kyra admitted, in hopes to set the girls mind at ease, though after opening her mouth realized that it may have the opposite effect. "Not that all Slyterhin are rude and arrogant. I'm sure the majority will be respectful. Kyra didn't honestly believe that, but she didn't want this girl to walk around peeking over her shoulder, looking for Slytherin students. She had always heard her father speak ill of Gryffndor and the two houses feuded like no others. Ravenclaw mostly scuttled with themselves, or that's what she'd heard from others. Students often sabotaged each other in attempts to be the top of their classes and get the highest marks. Kyra hoped to avoid all that nonsense while at Hogwarts. Kyra waved the girls apology aside. "I know what you meant, and you're very welcome, Thea. My mother always taught me to be kind to others, no matter how poorly they behave." Kyra frowned inwardly though, as she recalled her earlier behavior towards the boy, Clyde. It was rude of her to act so snobish towards the boy and she suddenly felt a wave of guilt and shave wash over her, though she admittedly did well to hide it. She'd have to apologize to him later if she ran into him. Kyra continued to chat with Thea about Hogwarts in general, class schedule and her family. Mostly it seemed that Kyra was doing most of the talking, and Thea some stammering but she didn't mind much and minutes later the first warning bell for 3rd period rang out to inform students that they need head to class. "I'm glad you're feeling better. Good luck with your class." Kyra watched as the girl gathered up her things and decided to speak up just before she left. "Thea, If anyone gives you trouble, you come and let me know. My mother is the head of Hufflepuff and Herbology teacher.. I'm not sure how much I can do for you, but its okay to seek help, or at least have someone to talk to.". Kyra waved goodbye to Thea and stood up to roam the library some more. She still have a good chunk of time left between now and Flying class, which she was dreading so she decided to resume her walk around the shelves of books.

Fawn edged around the door frame to the Defense Against Dark Arts classroom door, peaking her shaggy black haired head in to get a quick glance at the sour looking teacher inside. She gave him a narrowed eye stare and a frown that instantly turned into a bright eyed smiled when his head turned her way. Professor Shimpett wasn't very pleasing to the eyes. Calling him comely would have been doing him great justice for the man looked as if he never smiled. His small beady eyes were constantly narrowed, and deep lines were set around his mouth from constant scowling and frowning. The man had only several dark wisps of hair left that sprouted out from the back of his head and crawled desperately down the back of his neck, as if they too were trying to slip free of his scalp. Battle against dark mages had done his face no justice either as a deep thick scar crawled up his left cheek and across his nose, to which part of was missing. Deep cresses seemed ingrained in his forehead, adding to his angry visage. The only thing that was pristine about the man were his robes and shoes and the gleaming rings that adorned several of his thin gnarled fingers. The man couldn't be no more than 40 years of age, but he appeared much older. Fawn had made it to class with time to spare so she quickly ducked through the door and bee lined to the back of the room, claiming a chair furthest from the teacher as her own. She let her bag slip from her shoulders and plop unceremoniously to the floor, books and cauldron clanking against stone floor. Several students shot her curious or rude glances but Fawn paid no attention to them as she fell into a chair, stretching her arms out and across the desk as she leaned the front of her body against it and made a bored groaning noise. Hair had fallen in front of her face so Fawn stuck her jaw out and blew a gust of air from her lower lip, her hair flipping up but settling back in the same place. Fawn just gave up and began slapping her palms against the front side of her desk as she waited for the rest of class to make their way into the classroom, her feet also stretched out in front of her and moving backwards and forwards in mock impatience. Its not that Fawn was impatient.. its that she just never could stand.. standing still. Her palm slapping brought a scowl from Professor Shimpett however, so she ceased that and sat up, turning her palms over and bringing them up very close to her face. She had drawn a mock map of hogwarts on her palms earlier in the morning, though the map was horridly inaccurate and more just a bunch of random ink lines on her hands. Some marks on her left palm almost looked like the professors face, or so she thought. Maybe she should point that out...

Fawn continued her fidgeting as more and more kids streamed into class, a mix of her fellow Hufflepuff and Gryffndor, the house that they were sharing this class with. She began to loll her head lazily from side to side as she hummed, but this too only seemed to bother the professor more, who stood at the head of class, impatiently waiting for his students to arrive so he could begin. Fawn stopped the humming, at least vocally but still filled her minds with the buzzing of her humming, making a little tune out of it to accompany the lolling of her head. She was still studying her palms close to her face when another student took the seat next to her and introduced himself. A wide smile spread about her face as her hands shot from her face to grip the hand offered, yanking the boy forward slightly, turning his palm upwards and bending over them to examine. Her smile turned to frown and she shook her messy hair with a tsking noise. ”No. It doesn’t seem your palm has a face on it... Or a map, that’s a shame. Everyone should have a palm map.” She gave the boys hand up, her shoulders slumping in mock defeat as she glanced up to meet the boys brown gaze. Fawn failed to introduce herself and her attention was soon taken as the bell to announce the beginning of class sounded, one last student rushing into the room just as the bell was ending to take one of the last seats available at the front. Fawn thought there was something vaguely familiar about the late comer, but all blurry blobs looked alike so she wrote it off as nothing more than a co-ink-a-dink. Even the teacher was rather blob like himself from where she sat, she just now realized, only having gotten a good look at him when she walked past him earlier to steal her seat in the back. Fawn began to pat at her robes loudly until her hand smacked against a small object in one of the small breast pockets someone had sewn on the inside of her robe. She produced a pair of large circular beat up glasses with thick lenses, one of which was cracked. Giving the object a tiny grumble of annoyance, Fawn slipped them over her face, allowing the front of the classroom to come into better focus, just as the professor was asking for silence. Fawn took this chance to glimpse around the classroom, her head turning left right and every which way while the shrewd man spoke, his words completely bouncing off Fawn’s armor of kookyness. The class room had all sorts of wonderful looking trinkets that Fawn wouldn’t mind taking a closer look at later on if she got the opportunity and she found it hard to suppress the urge to run to the front of the room, jump up and try climbing on top of a dragons skull that hung from the ceiling. Aside from the low light, it was a very pleasant room. She had to give Professor Shimpett an A for decorating. Fawn then turned her attention to her other classmates, looking left, then right and not recognizing any of them. She then looked forward. No.. the back of these heads aren’t familiar. she decided as she leaned forward, heavily dropping her elbow on the desk and plopping her chin into her hand to turn her attention to the teacher as he finished his speech thing.

Professor Shimpett scoffed, scowled, growled and cracked his knobbly knuckles waiting impatiently for these undisciplined students to make their way into his class. Ms Hedman received an impatient glare as she arrived just in the knick of time, only just managing to dodge point deductions for her house. ”Silences. All of you. Take your seats, shut your mouths and pay attention.” He demanded in a quiet but firm voice, one that he found often made his students obey and hush up. Just seeing all the chatter fade away and eyes turn towards him made the man grin in satisfaction as he hooked his hands behind his back and let his beady eyes glance over the sad excuses for first year students he had to put up with this year. ”My name is Professor Shimpett. You will address me as Professor. Or Sir. This is Defense Against the Dark Arts. I trust the name of the class speaks for itself for I get the unsavory job of teaching you dolts how to stay alive. The wizarding world may be all golden elixirs, unicorns and floating candles to some of you, but there are dark, and deadly things out there, things that wouldn’t hesitate a heartbeat to kill you, and no doubt, some of you will die before your twentieth name day. But if you pay attention in class, then maybe some of you will show enough aptitude to survive an encounter with a dark wizard or creatures. Some of you, may even aspire to become a great auror like I was.” Professor Shimpett paused a second to glare over his class. His words worked like lightning on most of his students as he watched them pay attention to him but one student seemed off in her own little world as her head bobbed around. It was the same annoying thing that seemed unable to stand still or to remain quiet. In a motion quicker than the flash of lightning, the professors hands had pulled out his wand just as the dark haired girls head had finally turned towards him, resting upon her palm in a bored fashion. ”Petrificus Totalus” Professor Shimpett spat out with , sending a spell wizzing from the end of his wand and hitting the student square in her forehead. Her body jumped out of the seat, going as stiff as a board, hands stuck to her side and legs together before she toppled over onto her back. Professor Shimpett spat off to the side before re-addressing the class. ”That was a body bind curse to which I’ll use on any student who decides my lessons aren’t worth paying attention too.” The professor slipped his wand back into his pocket as he began to pace back and fourth, going into another small speech. ”In this class you’ll learn your basic curses and jinxes. Like the one I just demonstrated. You’ll learn how to properly hold a wand, how to identify spells being used against you and how to counter them. I’ll teach you about some of the… less threatening dark creatures out there. Fire Crabs, Bowtruckles, Imps and Doxies. Things you may have giggled about as a child but are still dangerous none the less. I’ll give you a lot of homework. You’ll have a lot of exams.” He smiled at the faint sound of kids groaning at mentioning homework. Professor Shimpett pointed at the student closest to him ”You, Miss Hedman. Stand up and walk over to that side of the room if you would. Produce your wand once you do.” He ordered, pointing to the area opposite of him.

Fawn didn’t even have time to react as a spell hit her square in the forehead, sending her body up, her arms down to her sides, and her legs locking together as she fell over backwards. It took moments more before she realized that the teacher had hit her with a body binding curse as she stared up at the unmoving chandelier and the ceiling. Fawn had the sudden urge to giggle but couldn’t as her mouth didn’t respond to her brain. At least I can still breath. She thought idly as the professor continued to talk. She vaguely wondered how she was supposed to pay attention now that she was on the floor, on her back and stuck looking up. Oh well, she figured and began to mentally hum a pleasant tune in her head. If her eyes would close she’d consider taking a nap but they too seemed stuck open and unresponsive to her brains commands. Fawn heard the professor call out another student and wondered if he’d do the same thing to her, then maybe he’d lay her down next to Fawn like two planks of wood next to each other. Then she’d at least have some company, even if their conversation would be… a little.. stiff.

Fawn was completely oblivious of making Taylor uncomfortable after she released his hand, and even after he scooted his chair to distance himself from her even though he was trapped at the same table as her. ”You really think so? I find that hand maps are very handy. They’re close at hand you can always carry them around wherever you go. You should give it a try. I could even draw the map for you if you’d like.” Before she could think of reaching for ink and quill the bell to class rang, distracting her from hand maps and causing her focus poorly on the teacher and from there her focus shifted to the room and all the objects it held. Only every fourth or so word the teacher spoke seemed to reach her ears but she felt like she was getting enough to get the jist of the class. Apparently she wasn’t though as she failed to notice the spell fired from the professors wand that landed square on her face and sent her to the floor like a stiff plank of wood. If the Professor had thought to use the spell to gain Fawn’s focus, he would be sorely wrong as soon her thoughts began to drift away from the Professors words as her eyes continued to stare up at the ceiling. Without seeing the professor she couldn’t even fathom to pay attention to her words and found herself thinking of food, magical creatures and flying. She vaguely heard another spell being fired off, but since she could see what was going on she decided not to pay attention. Her glasses had began their inevitable slide from her face anyway and the ceiling above soon became a world of blur as her glasses slipped from her face to clank on the floor.


Professor Shimpett waited impatiently with a scowl on his face as the timid girl he called on moved to the opposite side of the room, waiting for the exact instant that she turned with her wand held up. ”Expelliarmus” he said with a snarl as his hand deftly pulled fourth his wand, aiming it at the girl and giving her no chance to counter.. Thea’s wand flew from her hands and clanked across the floor as Professor Shimpett slipped his own back into his robes before turning to address the class. ”That was the Expelliarmus charm, also known as the disarming charm. If this was a wizards duel, we would first have bowed and did our courtesies before dueling. But do you really think a dark wizard or creature will show you any courtesy before killing you? No, they will not. They won’t hesitate to kill you before you’re ready so you must always be ready. He lectured before turning to Ms Hedman. ”Pick your wand back up, girl, and take a seat.” Professor Shimpett turned on his heels and strode to his desk where a copy of the students textbook was sitting. He flipped it open and lifted it into his gnarled hands. ”Open your books to the chapter on Doxies. This is the first creature we will be discussing and dealing with in this class. Read to yourselves and don’t make any noise till the rest of the class.” Professor Shimpett announced before strolling to the other side of the desk and taking a seat where he pulled up a long sheet of parchment and began going over it. As if it was an after thought, he slipped his wand out and unfroze the student still laying on the floor.

The rest of the class went mostly quietly as all the students buried their noses into their textbooks. The Professor had to shoot some deadly looks to the back of the class to the girl he had already flagged a trouble maker, and now the boy she was apparently trying to have hushed conversations with. ”Quiet”, he would bark anytime Fawn’s whispering got too loud. Eventually the bell rang, announcing an end to the class. Professor Shimpett’s room had no clocks whatsoever. Not on walls, or not standing from the floor. It was better if students weren’t distracted by time. At the announcement of the bell he stood, stopping his students before they could leave. ”Starting next session we will jump straight into dealing with Doxies. Every student must finish reading the chapters on them, and I’ll have a short essay on my desk about Doxies and how best to get rid of them first thing beginning next class. And Miss Truxle, you’ll serving detention in this classroom on Saturday and Sunday from noon till 2 p.m. I will not have you late. Class dismissed.” Professor Shimpett finished and sat back at his desk as the students shuffled out, many of them grumbling under their breaths at learning of a homework and reading assignment already on the first day. Hearing the students grumble brought a pleased smirk to the professors lips.

Fawn missed most of what transpired while she was pretending to be a ships plank, imagining people walking across her only to be pushed off into a sea full of sharks. When she finally realized that she had control of her body again the girl propped herself up on her elbows and giggled, though quietly as to not bring any scorn from the teacher. She reached across her body with a hand and picked her glasses up, slipping them back on just in time to see a girl take a seat, then she herself got up, pulled out her textbook and plopped noisily back into her seat. Fawn opened the cover of the book and began flipping pages, making a whispering swish noise with each turned page till she was at the Doxies chapter. Words at this distance were still readable as she took the glasses off and deposited them in the pocket of her robe. Focusing on the book was much harder than she thought though as she soon began to fidget. She reached down with both hands and gripped the sides of her chair, almost as if she was trying to pull her body down to keep herself from bouncing up and around. Fawn was chewing rather rapidly at her lip before her shell of patience cracked and she turned to the boy next to her. “Psssst… My name is Fawn by the way. That’s spelled F, as in Fawn. A, as in Awn. W as in Win, and N as in…..” She whispered to Taylor, not even finishing the sentencing as the professor called for quiet. Fawn moved her eyes back to her textbook and blinked at the words. These words were boooring… Fawn glanced around for a clock but to his dismay, found none. Time seemed to stretch out forever as her eyes went back to her book, then to the teacher, then book, then Taylor again. ”Psssssttt. You think the teacher will let me take that dragon skull with me when class is over? She asked again in a whisper that was still loud enough to be heard across the room. Before Taylor could answer though the professor called for quiet again and she once more tried to focus on her textbook. This time she just blankly stared at the words and retreated into her mind, letting it roam all over the place for a while. Her white haired unicorn came back to her mind, so she began plotting ways to find and hunt the girl down again.

The end of class finally did come as the bell released them only to be stalled slightly by the professor. The news of detention didn’t phase Fawn in the least as she scooped up her bag and smiled, glad to have that over and to be onto something else as she headed towards the door with a slight cheery bounce in her step. If she recalled her schedule correctly, then the rest of the evening was free to do with as she pleased. Fawn wasn't exactly sure yet of what she would do as the throng of students funneled out into the hallway to join a swarm of other students. Go back to the library? Roam the halls or the school grounds? Go back to the commons room and lounge around and talk with her fellow Hufflepuff? Search for a Unicorn? Fawn couldn't really decide as her feet just began to randomly move her about the hallways. To unlookers or passerbys they'd see the girl stop occasionally to consult with herself in a quiet mumbling voice and more than once she'd turn abruptly on her heels and head back in the direction she had just come from. Eventually Fawn did find herself at the Hufflepuff common room entrance which was situated in the kitchen hall in the dungeons. The Hufflepuff shared the dungeons with the Slytherin, of which Fawn passed a many on her way. The Slytherin have already taken to sniggering at the hufflepuff girl but she seemed not to notice much. Fawn glanced at the stack of large drum barrels that guarded the Hufflepuff common room doors, trying to remember the order of which she was supposed to tap them. "Hel-ga Huf-fle-puff" Fawn stated in a sing songsy voice as she tapped the barrel two from the bottom, then the one middle of the second row, in the rhythm of ‘Helga Hufflepuff. One of the lids swung open to reveal a passageway and Fawn crawled inside and came out inside the Hufflepuff Common room. Fawn had fallen in love with this room the very instant she laid eyes on it the day before, with its low ceiling and earthy feel. The room radiated warmth and with its lrage overstuffed sofas and armchairs, was very welcoming. Yellow and black hangings and burnished copper tapestries filled the walls and circular windows provided very natural light even if the windows themselves were enchanted to illuminate and show a scenery of rippling grass and dandelions. Just staring out those windows could almost make one forget they were inside a large castle and Fawn had already tried prying a window open to see if she could slip inside the magical mirage and frolic about the grass and flowers. It had taken a couple older Hufflepuff students to explain to her that those were just magical illusions which made Fawn sad, but she got over it quickly enough. Fawn smiled brightly as she slid from the barrels and crossed the room at a gallop, lunching herself into the air and headfirst onto one of the fluffy overstuffed sofas. "Mrmmmmmm" she sighed into the fabric as she sprawled out, then rolled over and glanced about. There were other students already here, but none of which seemed to pay her much attention. Hufflepuff were very renown for being accepting and it didn't take her long to feel at home here. Not as home as home, but this was easily now her second favorite place on earth. [/]


"Ughhh. Where is she?!" Kyra had spent somewhere near a good 45 minutes walking around now, trying to ascertain to the wherabouts of her red headed friend. She was not going to be late for flying class. And she was going to make darn sure that Elsie wasn't going to be late either. The two of them had already caused house Ravenclaw enough trouble and Kyra felt that the two of them needed to get back on track early to avoid any future disasters. And that meant being punctual. But Kyra couldn't find Elsie anywhere. She first went to the flying grounds, thinking maybe Elsie was already around and waiting for class to start. Nothing. Then she went to the great hall to see if the girl was lingering around there but again she didn't find her friend. Kyra stomped her foot restlessly against the stone floor after two of her fellow Ravenclaw students walked away. Kyra had asked if they had been up to the commons room, and they had but neither could recall if they had seen the girl described up there, though they both admitted to not having paid much attention. The library was a bust even though Kyra hadn't gone back that way, but she was sure earlier that if Elsie had gone there then she would have seen her since Kyra had spent a good deal of time roaming the labyrinth like bookshelves. My mom will kill me if she learns I'm late to another class.. Kyra hugged herself and almost decided to give up, but after glancing at a large grandfather clock pressed up against a stone wall decided she just had enough time to check the common room herself. With renewed determination, the slow walking girl hurried her steps a bit more as she wove her way through waves of passing students. Soon enough she found herself at the bottom of Ravenclaw tower and began to head up the shifting stairs. She was close to the library again... maybe if the common room didn't pan out she'd ask the librarian if he had seen anyone matching Elsies description. If both those failed, then she'd have to just accept that the girl was going to be late, or that she just kept missing her and she'd show up to class on time.

"Be more careful? That's so kind of you but I don't believe I'm in any danger unless someone here is plotting against me..." Fawn replied, reaching out and patting Taylor on his chest in a reassuring manner but then quickly pulling her hand back to look about the room with narrowed eyes as if trying to find hidden enemies. "Maybe that's it.. maybe someone is trying to get me into detention for some nefarious plot.." Fawn turned away from Taylor and got distracted with thoughts of evil plots as she walked away, apparently deep in thought while throwing suspicious glances at nearby students. This only lasted for a few short moments though as something else caught her eye and she slipped off out of class into the mingle of other students.

Fawn didn't stop rolling about the couch until a student had approached her, and at this point she was almost upside down with her legs resting against the back and her head hanging off the cushions. She stared at the girl upside down for a moment before she twisted and twirled about, flopping about like a fish out of water until the world was right side up. The girl before her was of the same age, Fawn decided and must have been another first year. She wasn't sure if she had been introduced to her yet or not as her eyes moved from girl to mouse. Fawn's mouth dipped open as she pointed at the mouse. "You're.. a mouse?" she asked after the girl introduced herself as herself and then as a mouse. She had found a Unicorn and a mouse today.. Fawn smiled as she pulled her feet up under herself, sitting up and smoothing out her skirt. "I'm Fawn. This is me. I'm a human." She replied as she pointed at her own chest when the girl sat down. "I have no idea but I'm sure we could ask someone or infiltrate the other houses and find out!" Fawn spaced out for a moment as she pondered the best way to go about finding this information about... Interrogation? Stealth? Deceit? These thoughts would have to be revisited another time as Fawn crawled forward, invading the girls personal space as she got within inches of her face. In a whispered voice, so others couldn't hear she asked in all seriousness "So how did you become a mouse and a human? Did you.. use some dark.. magic?" Fawn was curious to know if the girls soul was in the mouse and it was that which controlled the body or if it the girls soul was connected to the rodent. Now she wasn't even sure which one she should be speaking too as she glanced to the rodent.

Kyra gave a cry of relief when she saw Elsie appear on the stairs ahead of her. She was getting her wound with finding Elsie that her hands hand begun to wind themselves up in her skirt and as much as she tried to stay calm and collected she was beginning to feel despair with how ungood the day was going. "Where have you been?! I've looked all over the school for you. Class is starting in like, just a few minutes, Elsie! " Kyra climbed the last few steps to get on even footing with Elsie and it wasn't till then that she noticed the girls bedhead and the wrinkled state of her clothing. That mixed with the heavy breathing made Kyra realize that Elsie had probably just woken up from a nap. "Don't tell me you were asleep this whole time! Ughhh! Just look at you." Kyra exclaimed as she reached out and touched Elsies robes, frowning at the wrinkes and looking over her hair, much in the same way her mother had fussed over her earlier that day. Kyra would have dragged the girl off to the bathroom or back up to the dorm rooms to fix her clothes except they were already tight on time so she just grabbed Elsie by the hand and started down the stairs, her slow walk replaced by a stressed out quick one instead as she mentally told herself they wouldn't be late. "If we hurry I think we'll make it on time..." She stated, more to assure herself than to assure Elsie.

Fawn pondered over the girls suggestion about asking students from other houses what their common rooms looked like, and if they contained as a great a couch as this one. She crossed her arms over her chest and blew a strand of hair from her face that she only just now noticed was draped in front of her nose. ”You’re probably right.. But that wouldn’t be nearly as exciting…” Fawn let the conversation shift to the girl as she impeded her personal space, oblivious as to how uncomfortable it made her. Talking to a girl who was a mouse was much more interesting than making plans on sneaking into other common rooms! Her already large doe like eyes only grew larger when the girl announced she was cursed by a nevil witch and Fawn was nearly beside herself in excitement as she visibly shook, her head filling with ghastly scenes of some wicked evil croon sending forbidden curses at this poor girl in front of her, completely missing the eye roll and the sarcasm. Fawn wasn’t even sure if she pitied the girl for being cursed since that actually sounded kinda fun. Maybe she could get herself cursed in much the same way and share her mind and body with her pet Owl, Hooters. Fawn didn’t pursue when the pulled away, instead she sat back on her heels as the girl switched from answering questions to giving them. The question of where Fawn came from brought flipped her from being very excitable to almost somber as without knowing it, the girl raised a hand to her hair and began twisting her pulling at several strands of her dark locks, making a mess of her already moppy head. ”Liverpool..” She replied briefly, quietly as her eyes took on some distant appearance as if she was looking past Gina, or looking into the past. The moment only lasted a minute before life returned to the girl and she suddenly rolled backwards, springing off the couch and some how landing on the floor without seriously injuring herself. ”I think I want to make sure Mr. Hooters was settled in and comfortable. You wouldn’t happen to know directions to the Owlery? You know what?! Never you mind I asked. I think I’m just going to walk around until I find it.” Fawn ran a hand through her hair, pushing it out of her eyes as she turned around, took four and a half steps before turning back around and marching towards Gina. ”I have a brilliant idea! You should join me! We can cover twice as much ground if we both go together!” Fawn suggested, even if her suggested actually didn’t make sense and they wouldn’t cover any extra ground if the two of them walked together. Still, seemed to Fawn that it was a good idea.

Clyde spent much of his free time roaming the school grounds. Or the areas that were accessible to the students at least. The weather was a bit chilly, but wearing a sweater and having the rays from the sun shining brightly helped to diminish the cold breeze that blew across the yard. He had eventually found himself amongst a group of first year Gryffndor students who were running around the yard with broken limbs between their legs, kicking and throwing a beat up stitched ball that was supposed to be a quaffle in what they tried to pass as a game of quidditch. Despite being land locked it was still an enjoyable way to pass the time and the students here didn’t seem to shun him nearly as much as the kids in his own class which brought him to question why in wizarding sakes did the sorting house put him with a bunch of nerds. The negative thoughts didn’t last long and kids came and went, joining and leaving their game so that by the time they finished they had a mix of students from Hufflepuff and even a Slytherin boy who seemed to take more joy out of kicking peoples shins then actually participating. Nobody said anything though, since the kid was almost twice the weight of all the other students and loud, boisterous and very unpleasant. He did more panting and wheezing though so everyones shins only took minimal damage as the boy tired out quickly and spent more time on his lardy a** than with a makeshift broom between his legs. Clyde could hear the bells chiming though and realized that he needed to get off to flying class. The one class he was looking forward too the most today and thankfully, it wasn’t very far from where he and the first years were playing. ”Alright! Time to learn to do the real thing!” he cheered as he rushed across the grounds. Clyde made it to the flying field at about the same time as most of the other students which was a bit early. Eventually the tub of lard who was shin kicking made his way, breathing heavy and sweating and soon even more Slytherin and Ravenclaw students appeared until almost everyone was there. Everyone except two Ravenclaw girls who had already been late to a class and who have already caused his house to lose points.. Clyde glanced about in frustration and briefly caught a group of Slytherin kids laughing and snickering while the fat kid re-enacted his early “triumphs” of his makeshift quidditch game. Obviously he remembered it differently than it actually happened. Moments before class was set to begin the two Ravenclaw trouble makers made it onto the field. Clyde refrained from saying anything, though the Slytherin weren’t as quiet as they snickered and whispered about Ravenclaw having already lost points this day. Clyde lined up with the rest of the students when the teacher drew their attention, introduced herself and instructed them to line up. He watched eagerly as the brooms came toward them and grasped his as it floated by, visible with excitement as he hung onto every word the professor said and made mental notes to follow her instructions and memorize them. Clyde shifted the broom to his dominate hand, laid it in the ground and waited till the students had shuffled about to put enough space between each other so nobody caused any collisions or trouble. When he was ready, he licked his lips, opened his palm and looked down at his broom. ”Up!” He shouted, far too loudly. The broom wiggled.. or so he thought it did at least. ”It moved! Did you see! It wiggled a bit, I know it did!” he exclaimed and then tried again, shouting up over and over again, the broom wobbling some, lifting a little until it finally came up high enough to his hands that he could grasp it.

Gina paused then she shrugged, “You may be right; but we will be here for a few years. Bet we will get to see the other houses eventually. Maybe we should make friends with people from each house. Like a long term um secret mission.” Hoping to discourage this girl from getting their house into trouble. She suspected Fawn was going to keep causing them trouble. They were lucky the Professor before only gave Fawn detention, and not take away points from Hufflepuff. Gina was going to say something more, but her thoughts were taken away as her personal space was invaded. Her question of where Fawn came from, brought about a surprising result. Gina made note to not mention her past unless Fawn wanted to, she hated making people upset. Soon Fawn was acting more cheery. At the question of the owlery, Gina was about to shrug. She had no use to be there. Her parents had dropped her off without much of fuss, so she was not expecting them to wait for any letters. Though, maybe she should write them a letter once a month. Even if they may not read it. Fawn instead interrupted Gina's thoughts once more, then invited Gina to come along. Cover twice as much... what? Gina thought then she sighed with a smile. “Sure, sounds fun.” This Fawn girl seemed fun; though very strange. Besides, keeping an eye on her would hopefully save their house from trouble. She sat up, scooping Me in her hands then she stood. "Have to put Me back in the room, be right back." She said then she went up to their dorm room. Me had a cage that she kept on her side table. She had made a little nest for him as well as a tunnel and a cardboard house. Three cozy places he could feel safe in. She felt it would be nice for him, seeing there would be other pets in the room. Which turned out to be smart. Her neighbor on one side had an owl; so the bird was in the owlery, but the other bed had a cat. A gray tabby. Me would be in her sights at all time if she took him out of his cage. She did not trust that cat at all. Though she did not know about the enchantments that would protect the pets. Putting Me away, she said a goodby and scritched his head befor she closed the cage door. She skipped down the steps and was glad to see Fawn had not gone on ahead. "Lead the way." She said, hoping Fawn had a smidgen of an idea where the owlery would be.

Elsie yawned while Kyra was glad Pyx bit her new master. “She, and you could have gone to class without me.” Elsie muttered grumpily. She felt rather guilty that Kyra had been looking for her, if Kyra looked it would show on Elsie's face. As Elsie's brain refused to leave alone her bad dream, her nap caused headache was starting to fade slowly and soon her energy was bouncing back. She was not sure to dismiss her dream, sometimes they felt so real. But, Elsie let that drop. At least this time there were no drowning dreams. It took some time, but the bad dream finally started to fade and Elsie's mood became chipper once more while she listened to Kyra talk. Though no fun adventure was talked about, Elsie still listened. She grinned at Kyra's confession of wanting to smack the muppet; glad she was not alone with that want. She remembered her grumpy remark and blushed lightly as she said, “Thank you, you know... for looking for me.” She then quickly skipped ahead not wanting to talk about that any further. She was not going to admit she never really had a friend before. Her happy and excitement continued to grow as they kept walking; Elsie was starting to feel that the rest of the afternoon would make up for that bloody awful morning they had.

While on the field, Elsie was glancing around at their classmates. Some of their fellow Ravenclaw did not like how close they came to being late, Elsie only felt guilty because she did not want to cause Kyra any trouble. She glanced back, not at all impatient with Kyra as they walked at their own pace. Elsie actually liked learning to slow down. Well, for her, doubling back was a form of slowing down rather than rushing on ahead. Aww, no Autumn festive? Elsie realized. That was a fun thing in London. Shame. Halloween was fun. “Will there be soul cakes?” Elsie asked excited. She wanted to learn the differences. She also wondered f there would be souling. She doubted it, seeing that there were no houses to sing at. She never really went out on that day, she instead had stayed home nibbling on the cake she got from school and watch out from her window as she heard kids singing for presents. “I did not even think about going back to London. I mean, with Markel... er... Professor Nicholias being so busy... but maybe. Not like there really was anyone I want to visit though. I was just wondering about the festivals. There are a few in London where people gather and have fun. What is Hogsmead?” Elsie asked as she walked backwards. Though there conversation was cut short as they reached the other students and the Professor Normal sent them all brooms and started the class.

Elsie glanced at the professor wondering what to expect. So far all the adults she had met, she kind of knew what to expect, but not this teacher. She reached out and plucked the broom from the air and glanced at Kyra slightly surprised to see her graceful friend acting so clumsy. Looking around, Elsie was starting to notice the children were mixed with their broom knowledge. She had expected this class was more for muggle born but it seemed there were many who really did not know how to handle a broom. She set the broom down like asked and said, “Up.” The broom flew to her hand and she gripped it tight resisting the urge to zoom about. Having lived in an apartment complex, Elsie never had the wide open space like this. To just fly. She wondered if Markelm had her broom in his cabin. She was so excited about flying, she noticed now that Kyra was struggling. Maybe I can help her. Elsie wondered while she looked around at the others trying to not let Kyra notice she saw. For the first time since on the Hogwart's train, Elsie did not feel like an outcast. She instead waited, fidgeting slightly while some of her classmates struggled. She took a note of glee when she saw the muppet was not with broom in hand. It was then she realized she never really saw her housemates. Not really. She had been in the front row in the first two classes. Taking this time, Elsie was glancing about noting the faces of both Ravenclaw and Slytherin. She had never seen so many boys before. She knew some back in London, though one of them she knocked a tooth out when he tried to mag a cat to give to his dog, and he had friends. The other boys she knew were stupid and braggy. They were very different from the wizards here. In fact, there were two boys she took note of. They were cute. One was a Ravenclaw who at first seemed cool-headed until his broom refused to listen and only meet him half way when he commanded it with the word “up” He had glasses and his hair was slicked back. His clothes showed no wrinkles, but his frustration was bleeding through is facade of composure. The other boy was a charming Slytherin who was with broom in hand who was looking about glancing at everyone. Something about his confident demeanor caught her eye. She would have to find out their names after class was over. Maybe she would actually be able to talk to some classmates this time. With flying being a good subject, Elsie was not worried about screwing up meeting new people.

Up in the Ravenclaw tower, some students had free time with having no extra classes so they were studying or working on homework. One of them, a nosy second year, noticed a cage at the steps with some items stacked on top. A look of aggravation on her face as she moved the items aside complaining about being a trip hazard, then asked everyone in the room who owned the items. No one answered, some even hid behind their books to ignore her. Brandy, a French girl with dark hair and dark eyes was a mousy looking thing. A bit chubby, and known to her classmates as a tattletale, she was often ignored. She just did not notice the others dislike. Glancing at the cage once more, Brandy Bryan found a book about ferrets. So she concluded anyone who owned a ferret was in big trouble once they came back for their items. Nodding to herself, Brandy went looking for a headboy. They knew all the students in Ravenclaw, they would know who had a pet ferret.