Welcome to Gaia! ::

-gets up and stretches and unseals the magic on his door as he makes his way down the cars, peeking into windows till he spots you and opens the door- Heyo!‏


Thank you. smile :accidently hums a tiny bit as she finished the first slug as she was enjoying the quiet:

:hears you speak and she glances at the door as she starts nomming the second slug: >.>
Don't you heyo me! D: you made a mess of everything ; . ; this is my first day and... D:‏


Of course its your first day. Your a first year. >.> -Kyra throws a bored glance to the door but then turns back to the window- And I didn't make a mess of anything.. But I see your making friends! That's great. Anyway, still a couple hours to go before the train gets there. Just wanted to make sure you hadn't freaked out and gone crazy yet‏


you made a mess of everything ; . ; I don't have a thing. I don't have my robes or anything.
Though yes, I am making friends. ^-^ no thanks to you :glares at you: @.@ more time? ._. oi! I am not an emotional mess. I am just livid you did not help me get the things I needed.‏


-scratches his head and shrugs- I'll get your things after the great feast and everyone gets settled in.. >.> Anyway, I need to talk to the conductor. So, enjoy the rest of the ride! -closes the door and vanishes down the hall-‏


._. :sighs and goes back to munching on the second slug before mumbling to Kyra: sorry for that...‏


-the mumbles fall on deaf ears as Kyra appears to be asleep with her forehead against the window, her eyes closed and soft slow breathing continuing to fog up the window-‏


Hmm sleep sounds good @.@ I just wish I had my robes... :sighs and curls up on the seat and starts to fall asleep as well:‏

-the boats moved across the dark murky waters, creatures of magic unbeknownst to the students swimming below with the boats, each old rickety wooden boat rocking slowly against the light ripples of the water. As they left the main land, fog moved in and surrounded them, the light above being muted by the heavy thick air. Kyra seemed absolutely unnerved by all of it as she peered off into nothing- My mother did mention they had some changes of staff this year. So maybe that is so. -the air around them was quit, as students ahead and behind talked in muted whispers. Every few minutes, movement could be seen through the fog, just outside view of normal eyes. Japopo peeked his head from beneath robe to taste the air before retreating. The others on the raft were quiet, but kept throwing glances at you, obviously attracting attention with the lack of a wizards robe and dressed in muggle clothes-‏


:slowly inhaled and exhaled as she listened to the waves; felt the boat gently move. She smelt many things in the air as they moved, faintly she smelt food but she was unsure if it was her imagination or not. She tried to not notice people glancing at her, so she focused on Kyra.: Oh? I wonder. That would be... omfg that would be a nightmare. :hides her face with her hands a moment then she sighed as she forced herself to sit tall. I can do this.: Well we shall see once I spot him again. I should have stolen his robe... :she grumbled.:‏


I'm pretty sure a First year would have difficulty stealing the robe of an wizard who can use magic outside school. But maybe you can get him back once we get into school... just remember that he can probably emberass you more than you can him. -Kyra's words didn't sound very comforting even to her own ears as she spoke, the boats emerging from the fog as they entered a cave, cold wet walls surrounded them as the boat made its way down a tunnel to several rotted looking docks. The boats moved themselves to the docks where the teachers of earlier were already present, helping kids off and pointing them to an open door that led to a well lit and warm inviting room. "Off the boat and follow the rest of the first years!" shrieked an old croone who was standing off the side. Their boat stopped and man magically lifted all the trunks onto the dock and Kyra stepped off the boat, grabbing her turnk as she waited for you to also depart- If he is a teacher, you'll have someone to help you with your spells and homework. I think.‏


:sighs and hangs her head knowing there was truth in those words: true true... and I am not sure what else he can do to make this worse... butt.. I am not sure I want to risk it. :sighs again as she realized she was starting to relax while being on a boat. Woo hoo! She thought excited then the boats entered a cave. ._. D: :clutching the umbrella again she looked around. Forgetting her assuming empty trunk she got off the boat and she glanced at Kyra: Heh His form of help is letting me learn on my own. @.@ but maybe. No harm in asking. :she glanced at the other first years and she closed her umbrella.:‏


-There was still some rain on Kyra's robes so she shook her robe and hair out- Nothing wrong with being independant. -she replied, with a hint of longing in her voice suggesting overbearing parents as she began walking with the crowd, being forced to move slightly quicker as students behind grumbled. They entered a wide carpeted and warm room with floating candles, the heat a welcome friend to shake the chill of the fog. A teacher at the head of the group was moving the kids towards set of stairs that wound up and as kids moved towards and up, you could hear their trunks clunking against each stone step on their way up. Kyra lowered her voice as she spoke again- Are you okay? You looked a bit shaky on the boat ride. -she inquired, having not wanting to say anything while they were still over the water-‏


True, independence is great for growth. I just wish... never mind. :she stopped as she forced a smile. Wondering about the parents she forgotten. She tried to hide behind others as she followed the students into the wide carpeted room. It felt welcoming and calming. She realized her nervousness was gone. She followed up the stairs and just then realized she left behind her empty trunk. Ah well. Too late now. She thought with a sigh. Blushing she glanced at Kyra as she lowered her voice as well; she admitted: I am better now, but... well I do not have any good memories with being on a boat. I almost drowned before.‏


Oh. I've always liked water. But I guess I can understand. At least were inside now. -The woman leading the pack of kids was shushing and calling for quiet as she led the kids up the the stairs which ended into the main entranch of Hogwarts. The first years sitll whispered, pointing at various statues, suits of armors and other things in the halls as the group moved towards a large arched wooden door that opened before the group as they neared it. Inside, was a large room lined with tables, and sat at the tables the other students already sat, talking amongst themselves and leaning out from their seats at the benches to glance at the new first years, wondering what house they'd be sorted into. In the air floated hundreds of blue flamed candles, illuminating the room dimly as Kyra entered the room. Upon glancing up, the dark sly magically shown above showed dark clouds and rain, the drops of water stopping short ten feet above the heads of students and vanishing. The first years were led to the front of the room, where on a stool sat an old worn and beaten hat and lined out in front of them were tables for the teachers, dressed in various robes and garb. One seat was left oddly empty and the eyes of the teachers and staff looked over the children. One of the female teachers sitting with the others was garbed in pink and light blues, long messy silvery hair flowed across the front of backs of her overly fluffy robes and she appeared to be waving eagerly in the direction of Kyra, a wide smile on her pink lips. Kyra pointedly glanced at her face, and showed some emberassement instead of indifference for once- The lady who had led this here took a seat and an old man of a teacher got up to stand next to the sorting hat. The rest of the students went quiet as the headmaster rose to give his welcome speech and warning speech about the forbidden forest. Once he was finished, names were being called from the list of first years to be sorted-‏


I want to like the water. Maybe being here will help. :she said as she smiled then she grew quiet as the teacher called for silence. Looking around, her eyes grew wide at all the fun things to look at. She had the feeling she could explore this whole castle and still not see everything. She had to really refrain from bouncing with excitement. When they entered the large room with the other students, she tried to once again hide behind the others; embarrassed by her missing school robe. Each step she took her nervousness grew. She remembered mention of the enchanted ceiling though so she glanced up and she was filled with wonder. Amazing! She thought, and almost collided with another first year. >.> eyes on the road... eyes on the road... she reminded herself and she glanced ahead at the teachers. Wondering which classes they all taught. One teacher in particular was waving over at them and she raised an eyebrow to try to find the student, when she saw Kura show a twinge of embarrassment. Making a note of it, she would ask later. If she got to chance to see her new friend. Now that she thought of it, she may be in completely different classes and such. D: aww... She thought then the room grew silent. The headmaster gave a grand speech and a serous warning of not entering the forbidden forest. Her curiosity grew, but she hid that from her face. She refrained from flailing as the names started to be called. oh dear....‏


-Kyra continued to examine nothing interesting on her shoes as students moved from their spot to the seat. The sorting hat screamed Slytherin, Ravenclaw, Hufflepuff, and Gryffindor, sometimes instantly putting kids in houses, other times taking seconds or one time minutes to make its choice. Kyra continued to wait for her name to be called, wondering what house she'd be placed into and wondering where the girl next to her would end up also until the girls name was called. Kyra prodded her in the shoulder and pointed to the stool as all eyes fell on the girl without the wizard robes, bringing fourth some snickers and hushed comments from the SLytherin table-‏


:blinking she glanced at Kyra and she nodded, gently pushing her way to the front and she quietly sat at the seat; trying her best to ignore the attention to her lack of robes. She sat at the seat and she waited for the hat to be placed on her head. She inwardly calmed her thoughts, while she was having an inner hysteric attack from all the attention. A million thoughts raced through her head. Wondering where she will be placed. Was she even worthy of being here? What if this was all some big mistake. What if she had no real talent. What if she was a big failure. No no no. Stop it. She thought to herself and she once again cleared her mind and sat tall awaiting for the answer of what house she belonged in.:‏

Its probably bigger than anyone realizes. Even my mother says that this school holds secrets that have long been forgotten. Then there are all the areas surrounding the school. -Kyra had risen with the rest of the students as the Perfect led them from the great hall. All that food had made Kyra sleepy, and she found her feet dragging even more than usual as she walked with the rest of the first years back into the hall they had entered from. The Perfect led them up a large wide flight of stairs, above them many more stairs shifted and switched around creating an maze like dizzying sight above them. The perfect told them to take note of the route as he manuevered his way through the large school till they came at last to a large stone Raven statue. After all the kids caught up he told them the password to the door was Wormwoodboogers and not to speak it to anyone of the other houses. Once saying the password the stone statue came to life, shook out its stone like feathers and stepped aside, ushering the children inside. The Ravenclaw commons room was large, circular and comfortable with a large blue rug that wove along the outside of the room, stars and planets dipicted within. The walls were surrounded with different bookshelves and statues of ravens, paintings that moved and arched windows that gave splendid views of the school outside. Couches, chairs and several fire places filled the room, creating a warm proud atmosphere. Two sets of stairs led to the sleeping chambers, one for the boys and the other for the girls and other doors led to bathrooms and various other rooms. -‏

The perfect didn't waste any time in leading them to the stairs, seperating the boys from the girls and telling them to go upstairs and go to sleep. They had a day to get aquinted with the shcool before classes started so there would be much time for exploring or socializng tomorrow, for now he wanted them to all sleep. Kyra sleepily glanced upstairs and climbed slowly. The stairs led to a hall that had several doors, one for each year, having each year sleep seperate from each other. Kyra was led to the empty first years sleeping quater and entered. The room was large and lavish, lined with beds and at each bed stood a large empty chest. The student trunks had already been brought up so Kyra made her way to hers and plopped face first onto the bed. Japopo promply slid out from her sleeve and onto the bed, glancing around- So comfy... -she muttered into the mattress-‏


Secrets are fun to explore. :she murmured. Soon she was walking with the rest of the Ravenclaw first years and she noticed most of them were tired from the long day. Eyes wide she looked at the moving stairs and she grinned realizing this place was going to be a blast to live at. She tried to memorize the route the Prefect took but she was pretty sure she would get lost a few times in the first week. Oh dear. She thought until she noticed everyone was crowding a statue and she giggled at the password. That would be easy enough to remember. She followed the group and looked around the commons room. It looked like the prefect place to study, lots of rooms and looks od books. She saw the stares and inwardly groaned. She was getting tired from walking all the stairs. But she followed everyone. She followed the girls and went into the first year room glad to see her trunk had been brought up after all. She set the cupcakes by the bed and she lay on the bed. She would rest a little but all this excitement would not keep her asleep long. She sat up and saw that Kyra's bed was not that far from hers. She was pleased to have a friend so soon. But she made a mental note to not harass her new friend and scare her off with her inner hyper. So she took the cupcake and walked over, placing it on the nightstand as she said: In case either of you want a midnight snack. :she then headed back to her bed and lay back on the fluffy bedding as she rolled around lightly removing her shoes before she made a blanket nest.:‏


-Kyra sad up after a few moments and crawled to the end of her bed to open up her trunk. On the large wooden chest laid a copy of the Daily Prophet. She moved it to the bed and opened the trunk but after deciding to be lazy decided not to move anything over and let everything sit in untidy fashion the way dhe had packed it. Other kids were moving around and stripping themselves of their robes so Kyra did the same as she slipped out of her robe and began undressing, removing a silver colored night gown from the trunk and slipping into it. Her slug had already slowly crawled to the end of the bed, onto the chest, down its side and under the bed and Kyra got on her knees and glanced below to make sure he felt at home before she crawled back onto the bed, picking up the nespaper and glancing over it. Kyra looked the cupcake over and nodded, convinced it'd be slug food later.- I.. think I ate enough. I feel full enough I might explode but thanks. Do you have any clothes to sleep in?‏


:She nodded as she glanced at her own cupcake. She would be hungry later. She always was. Midnight snacks were the best. She leaned over her bed and for humor sake she opened her trunk seeing the emptiness. She did remember that it had felt heavier than before but it must have been fatigue. Sheepishly she grinned saying,: I can sleep in what I have I guess. He might not even think of pajamas, so I will adapt. I actually think I want to take a shower. Did you notice which door was pointed out as the bathroom?‏


Mmkay. I think the shower room was at the end of the hallway. Our door had a "1" on it so just check all teh doors without numbers on em. -Kyra pulled back the sheets of her bed and wiggled beneath as she pulled the news paper up to her and began to fold it open to browse stories and stare at the pictures that moved around the page- Or you can pop into the seventh year room and just ask. I'm sure someone would know.‏


thanks! :heads off with the information in the back of her head as she looks for the bathroom. She walked down the hallway and saw no number on the door, with a light knock she entered peeking in:‏


-Kyra found her drowsiness coming on her quickly as she wiggled into bed and put the morning copy of the paper on the nightstand. It didn't take sleep very long to consume her. It never did. Furhter down the hall was a shower room, a long pleasantly colored room with tiled floor and large stalls with shower heads and a bench for setting things on. The room was round, and the stalls lined the outer wall. The center of the room had a large bathtub for anyone who wished to bath in a not quite as private area. Two pillars sat on opposite sides of the room with stools, mirrors and sinks to wash up in. The room next door was similar, but with toilets instead of showering stalls-‏


:she was grateful the room was the bathroom, she slipped in and stripped once she was near the showers. She turned on the water then closed the curtain at the stall. She was glad to take a breather and stay under the running water for a moment. She was trying to not think of the items she was without, and instead she thought of the fun she would have. Once she washed away the grime of the day she found a towel and dried off. She balled up her undergarments and dressed again, sneaking back into the room with the number 1 on the door. She found most of the younger classmates were asleep and the lights were dim. She sat on her bed and dumped her ball of undergarments in the empty trunk, then closing it once again before she picked up the cupcake and nibbled at it. She left it half eaten on the nightstand as she got drowsy and she lay on top of her blankets, drifting off to sleep:

Kyra woke and pushed herself up into a sitting position, the soft quilts of her bed sliding down around her waist as she lethargically brushes silver strands of hair from her face. Icy blue eyes blinking away drowsiness as she looked about the dim moonlit room. The clouds of yesterday had fallen away, inviting the moon to illuminate much of Hogwarts is pale silver dimness. Kyra assumed it was still sometime in the night, but felt sleepiness quickly receding as she slid out from under her sheets and crawled to the end of the bed, and as quietly as she could digging through her trunk till she produced a pair of slippers. Dropping them on the floor she slipped them on and took another look about the room. Everyone else appeared to be asleep now. A couple times early in the night Kyra had woken to the sniffling of first years whom had grown homesick, and without saying or doing anything she willed herself back to sleep. Now everything was calm, quiet and everyone else seemed to be shrouded in blissful dreams. Kyra smoothed her gown out as she walked the length of the room to the door that led into the dormitory hall and ever so quietly she pulled it open, pausing only a second to consider bringing Japopo out from beneath his slumbering place but deciding against it. Kyra slipped from the room and glanced down both lengths of the hall to check for others, and upon finding none she slowly crept to the stairs that led to the commons. Soft slippered feet made almost no sound as she descended stairs, poking her head around a corner and into the commons room to find it too, empty. A warm and inviting fire still glowed in a couple of the fire places built into the walls and she started moving around the room, slipping a random book from a bookshelf on her way. Kyra, in her lackadaisical strut, went from couch to chair to table and back again, moving to each comfortable looking sitting place in the room and sitting down on each, wiggling about for a minute before standing up and moving onto the next, trying to judge the maximum comfortiscisity of each seat so she could find the perfect spot to attempt to claim as her own for the remainder of her stay at Hogwarts. No doubt some of the older Ravenclaw students had their favorite spots to sit, but it wouldn't stop Kyra from at least trying to weasel her way into another persons preferred sitting. Even some of the rugs looked like good spots as she'd randomly plop down on the floor near a hearth. Kyra settled on a large armchair on the outside rim of the room, far enough from a fire to be a desirable spot, but close enough to still receive its warmth. The large blue chair was more than big enough for her and she had no need of the footrest while she made herself comfortable and pried open the largeish tome. It was a book on the History of Magic which would make for boring reading, but maybe help her get sleepy again.

During the middle of the night, Professor Nicolais had sent an house elf up to the Ravenclaw's common room to place required school items into Elsie's trunk. The soft pop of the elf appearing and disappearing throughout the night to drag things to and from went unnoticed, even by the girl who sat alone in the commons room, sprawled lazily on a large sofa with a weighty copy of History of Magic in her hands did not take notice. Several trips it did take for the house elf to get everything, but finished he did and with another pop the house elf was gone again and back to his regular chores that needed attending, grumbling about the break his his usual routine. Teachers always asked for too much he thought, but never voiced.

Books had been brought up. First year copies of Astronomy, Herbology, History of Magic, Potions, transfiguration, Charms and Defence Against the Dark Arts text books lay at the bottom of the trunk, each book with a different name and author attached. Each book wrapped in brown paper and tied with equal color twine. Laid out on top of the books were several school outfits in the Hogwarts colors with the Ravenclaw embroidered onto several sets of long dark flowing wizard robes. Outfits for both warm and cold seasons were folded. Several white buttoned up shirts, ties, sweaters, vests, skirts, black panty hose and two pairs of shiny black shoes. Other items included a plain pointed hat, one pair of dragon hide gloves and a long blue and black scarf that had a unnatural warmth to it. Hopefully all of which were fitted correctly.. Above the clothes sat other required items for her classses. Potion bottles, a small cauldron and other various glassware for potions, everything that wouldn't be supplied during class. Quails and ink bottles a plenty and wrapped in a tightly sealed box sat a wand made of Blackthorn with a core made up of Veela Hair. The wand was on the shorter spectrum of 10" and had a whippy feel to using it. A telescope at wrapped next to those objects, for Astronomy and dropped on top of it all was a set of brass scales for measuring. Sitting on top of everything was her class schedule and missing from the area of her trunk was her broomstick since first years weren't allowed them. One side of the trunk had less neatly folded every day clothes brought from home and a set of night wear.

Kyra had no idea as to how long she had sat down in the commons room, her face buried in an old mundane copy of magical history. This volume seemed more focused on magical law and the ministry so near 99% of it made no sense to her, but it did a fabulous job of making her sleepy again. Several times throughout the night she thought she wasn't alone, hearing a small pop every now and then but she just assumed it was wood cracking and popping in the fire place. With a quiet little yawn she slid her small frame the chair and replaced the book where she had found it. It seemed yet still early in the morning as she slogged her way up the stairs and quietly slipped back into the dormitory for the first years. Kyra moved almost as quietly as a slug on top of as slow as one and upon taking several whispered slippered steps into the room noticed that Elsie was awake and peering into her trunk from the edge of her bed and rummaging through the things. Her stuff must have shown up. She figured as she walked her way along the line of beds. Elsie seemed too preoccupied to notice her approach and when Kyra stopped right next to Elsie's bed she reached out and tapped her on the shoulder. "Morning."

"If you dressed in a burlap sack you may be able to make friends with the house elves." Kyra pointed out jokingly as she placed a hand on the corner of Elsies bed and leaned forward peering down into the trunk and taking a quick glance at the contents inside. It looked much like the things packed inside her own trunk, minus some trinkets and personal items... and far more organized than the mess her mother would normally scold her for. "He appears more responsible than my first impression of him..." Kyra remembered the man and his unkempt appearance. He had the aura of someone who was forgetful and disheveled. That may make for a easier school year if he was the type of teacher to forget about homework assignments or decided to be too lazy to assign homework so he wouldn't have to grade them. Kyra wasn't even sure what class he'd be teaching, as she had never met the man before today.

Kyra watched in amusement as Elsie tried to scramble off the bed, still wrapped in a blanket and almost taking a spill. She choose not to make mention of it and further any embarrassment. Her eyes watched as items were carefully taken out from the trunk and lain out onto the bed gently in an organized manner. Kyra decided that maybe she could take some organization tips from her. She silently watched until Elsie asked her what classes she was most excited about. "Herbology.. Maybe Transfiguration and Potions." She replied after some thought. Kyra was never one for dreams of dueling and had no aspiration to join the Aurors and fight evil wizards but she would confess to looking forward to charms and defense just for the chance to fire spells around. She wasn't so much looking forward to flying, or History of Magic but then again... there probably never was a student who looked forward to the forever boring History of Magic classes.

"I'm a little slow. So I try to wake up early to give myself enough time to get dressed and wherever I need to go." She answered with a toothy grin and a slow shrug. At appearance Kyra didn't appear so sluggish with lanky log legs for her age. Her mother often said she was an walking oxymoron. Born all legs only to walk about so slowly. Kyra didn't walk slow because lazy though, she just didn't bother to hurry and felt there were too many things she'd miss if she walked too fast. Kyra turned and stepped away from the bed as she made her way to the window to peer out into the moon lit night to the mountains that were mentioned. The toothy grin still lingered on her face as she placed her hands on the window seal and pressed her forehead against the window to get a better view. She didn't make mention of her fear of flying.. so there would be no trips over those mountains on a broom but the sight was still pretty. Elsies voice brought her away from the scenery and with another languid shrug and strut back to the bed.

"My mother the Herbology teacher.." She answered, leaving it at that.. not wanting to say anything ill of her mother. If she taught class anywhere near as cheerily strict as she was a parent. Having her mother as a teacher was going to be an awkward experience but Kyra was certain it was one of the classes she'd excel at so she didn't feel that nervous having her mother teach the class. "Professor Binns is our History of Magic teacher... My mother's had him over for dinner a couple times and BOOoooriiiinnnggg is the only word that could possibly describe him. I almost turned a plate of yorkshire pudding into a pillow one evening.. I think his voice continually casts some kind of sleep charm.. My father has spoken of the Defense Against Dark Arts teacher Professor Shimpett. He graduated here as a Slytherin.. and from the one time I met him I didn't think he was a very pleasant man... Short, but with a bad temper from what I've heard.. I don't know anything about our charms professor. Professor Quarenhall.. I think was her name. And a Professor.. Dumblydore? Dumbdor? Something like that is the new Transfiguration teacher. My parents speak of him but I've never met him." She concluded, forgetting the Divinations/Astronomy teachers. Those were two subjects Kyra wasn't interested in at all even though they were right on her schedule. By the time she had finished talking about the teachers, Elsie had most if not all her things sorted on her bed and had started replacing them into the trunk. Kyra didn't jump as the wand shot out sparks but did giggle slightly as Elsie dropped it. "Wands do that the first time you hold it.. That's a good sign, the sparking. But I wouldn't leave it on the floor... it might get upset."

"Except the start of every class... " She remarked, pointing out that being late to class probably wasn't an upside to walking slow. Kyra already knew she'd be tardy from time to time.. She'd have to start routing the fastest available paths to get from class to class otherwise the detentions would start piling up. Kyra wondered how awkward a pair they'd look walking along halls. Elsie trying to walk fast and zip to and from and Slug walking slow, lagging behind. She hoped she wouldn't slow her new friend down.

After returning from the window she made a sour face when Elsie remarked that Herbology may be fun after all. If she thought all plants looked alike.. then that was definitely going to be a trouble subject. "My mother can be pretty strict... She expects high marks from all her students.. And children.. It might be fun but I bet she'll give out a lot of essays." Kyra had plopped down on Elsies bed, and giggled quietly but shook her head negatively. "I doubt there are any repel spells that'll work on Professor Binns. He could subdue a Hungarian Horntail Dragon with just his voice, I'm sure." Kyra wasn't even sure she wanted a sleep repel spell. She had thoughts of turning his class room into nap period...

"Wizards and Witches say that wands have a soul of their own. That each wand has its own personality. At least that's what magical theorist say. Don't really know much about wand making or wandlore.. but my father says if you treat your wand well, it'll treat its user the same." Kyra explained, half making things up as she went. She had only heard snippets about Wands. Mostly from her parents or stuff she had seen in news papers about wands.

Out of the corner of her eye she spotted Japopo slowly crawling the floor towards the two of them, leaving a thin film of slime upon the ground as he inched forward. She hoped the other students wouldn't make much a fuss about his little slime trails as she slipped off the bed and bent over to pick him up. He began to crawl up her arm, up toward her shoulder and the slime didn't seem to bother Kyra at all as she stroked his head with her forefinger. The creature made a faint squealing noise and seemed to nuzzle up against her touch. Kyra let out a small yawn as her hand lowered and she turned her head to eye her bed. There was still a small bit of time before daylight broke and it seemed too early yet to explore the halls of Hogwarts or go down to breakfast.

"I think I'm gonna take Japopo back to the bed and steal a little more sleep." She announced and left Elsie with a smile and a slight slow wave of her hand. Kyra reached up and wrapped her hand around Japopo as she reached her bed and put him back onto the floor as she crawled up into her bed and like a slug, wiggled beneath her blankets.