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Jack understood exactly what he meant. They both seemed to be playing quiditch for their parents, but Jack actually enjoyed it. Hopefully Will would enjoy it too. "Well, im off to breakfast and then my classes, see ya there" With that Jack left the room, waving his goodbye and heading down to breakfast"

Isabelle spent the whole day catching up with friends in the Gryffindor house but also sharing some classes with the other houses, she went to aquintaint them as well. She looked cheery and sounded it but really she was a little withdrawn from many of them inside. But it's alright, she'll keep on living. Not giving in to some of her fears.

She was going try out for the quidditch team as a beater. God know how much she might need to just vent some bulit up frustration. She was known for her killer aim in her study sessions in the past, she hoped that she could be accepted. She liked watching the games and liked to play as a hobby, not as a profession. She'd roll her eyes when her friends say that it's a boy's game. She shook her head, not giving another thought, She'll try out.

She walked into the common room and set her things on the ground. She knew if she went to her room that she wouldn't concentrate on her homework. She pulled out what had homework and kept the rest in the bag. Re-read the little agenda she had for her homework and took out the nesscessary stationary and went at it immediantly, not giving it a second thought.

McKenzie glared. "And you haven't seen mine yet, so you best watch yourself as well b***h." She reluctantly followed Faith as she, unfortunately, had the next class with her as well. She looked around the mostly full classroom, groaning to see that that the only seat left was next to the bitchy American. She sat down, not making eye contact, and pulled out her sketchbook once more.

*Faith sat bored out of her mind as Professor Trelawny droned on and on about the third eye, precariously bumping into objects as she walked around the room. Faith snorted* You'd think she'd have no need for a third eye with those binoculars strapped to her face...

*Faith glanced out the corner of her eye and saw the picture McKenzie was drawing of the professor. She stifled a laugh which came out as a slight cough. She cleared her throat as the professor looked at her. She sat up as the teacher resumed her lecture. Faith sat drumming her fingers on the table, waiting impatiently for class to end*

McKenzie smirked, hearing the stiffled laugh of Faith. She glanced up at the clock, noting the short time they had left in class. She then scrawled out a quick note next to her drawing and pushed he book towards Faith. The note read: "This s**t just as boring to you as it is to me? It's a load of crock and bull in my opinion."

McKenzie rolled her eyes, muttering under her breath. "There's more up there than you can imagine..." She cleared her throat, moving to sit across from Faith. "Hold still b***h, I don't wanna have to do this more than once." McKenzie concentrated, thinking about Faith, wondering about her as she stared into the crystal ball. Slowly, images started forming before her through the smoke. She saw a car steering wheel, on the wrong side she noted. A boy was also in the car. The images progressed showing a car coming staight toward them and then a horrendus crash. Glass flew everywhere and blood was seen splattering across the dash. The images then moved down, showing the front of a female, a large gash across her. It moved to the right, showing the boy, bloodied, limp, and almost non-recognizable.

The crystal ball clouded over once more, showing only whiteness. McKenzie was in shock, her jaw was dropped, her eyes were wide and her face was pale. She slowly looked up from the ball and at Faith. Her voice came out a strained whisper. "How the hell did you survive?"

McKenzie had sat there, staring at the crystal ball long after class had ended. Her appetite had vanished in entirity and she generally didn't feel like conversing with people. She stood slowly after a few minutes, ignoring Trelawny's questions of concern. McKenzie meekly wandered out of class and around the school. Eventualy she made it back to the dorms, pushing the door open to see Faith asleep on the bed. Her breath caught in her throat as she took silent steps toward the girl. She noted the tears drying on her cheeks and he picture in her had. With careful silence she took the picture from Faith's hand and looked at it, she paled at the sight and her stomach turned. The boy in the picture was the one she had seen. She looked back at Faith, millions of questions racing through her mind.