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Nicodeamus grinned at Moira's words, smiling. "Lill woke up, but she's still unstable. It's a good thing your still smaller than me, because then, I can still do this," he said as he swept Moira off her feet and into his right arm, "It's funny that I can probably lift the Headmaster off her feet." He chuckled as she set Moira down. The moment Skyla entered, he smiled down at her, bowing his head in acknowledgement.

"First years are getting smaller every year. Either that, or I'm getting taller. Nice to meet you Skyla. Moira and I'll be glad to help you out, won't we, Moira?" he told Skyla, grinning widely.

Anna, too, closed her eyes, letting the warmth of the fire seep into her skin, into her very core, and warm her. It was nights like tonight, though it was only the very first night of their Hogwarts stay, term hadn't even started yet, it was nights like tonight that one could just fall asleep by the fire and to yell with the pranksters and their no-sound-making spray paint.

She chuckled only lightly. "The Slytherins aren't that bad. It's the Ravenclaws you need to watch out for. All so pompous, perfectionists, the lot 'em; they'd freak out if the library was closed for an indefinite amount of time. Book worms, nosers, pompous, stick their noses up in the air, my horse is better than your horse, Ravenclaws." Finished with expression her distaste for Ravenclaws, she fought sleep and opened her eyes, a gut feeling telling her that should she have not opened them, she would've fallen asleep right then and there. And, even worse, she would've ended up slumping over on Damian's shoulder. Not. good. Not good at all.

Anna shrugged idly, summoning the last of her energy and springing off the sofa. When she was on her feet, she wobbled a bit, no doubt due to the sudden change in both position and pressure on her calves, and waved at him tiredly, the patty having worn off.

"'Night, Damian." She gave him a small smile and felt the oddest urge to hug him good night. She resisted, however, as she'd see him first thing in the morning. Giving a slightly wider tired smile she trotted off up the girls' staircase.

Anna titled her head, her back to Damian, on her tenth step. 'Did someone say my name? Damian?' She then turned on her heel, nearly tripping herself in the process, and listened while he spoke. She gave him another, less tired, smile and nodded a tad enthusiastically, bounding down the steps. However, this time, she didn't get back on the sofa for fear that it would lull her to sleep. Instead, she sat on the floor near the center of the common room, the wall propping her up. She patted the space next to her.

"Let's see, then. I do hope they're wizarding photographs. You never know." She defended herself without provocation, as was her nature.

Anna smiled a little and watched him leave, suddenly shaking her head incredulously. She would never understand boys. For one thing, when they were little they played games where they killed people with toy guns. They pretended they were soldiers in freakin' Viet Nam. They rolled around in the dirt and made pies out of mud. Then, when they got older, they pretended to run over screaming people with their toy trucks, and ravage downtown Tokyo with Godzilla's cousin. She would never understand boys as long as she lived.

Now alone in the common room, she asked the silence, "What's wrong with accio?" Then Selena came in. She smiled cheerily at the young girl, she often thought of her as her younger sister, and, for some odd reason, looked to the team when Selena had her first crush - if she hadn't had it already - and telling her that boys were stupid, immature, and would not get it. So her best hope was to try to forget about everything boy-related and just be friends with them. But, most importantly, she would tell - yell - her to stop being such a girl. Of course, if a boy asked you, that was a tad different and certainly preferable.

"Hey, there, Selena." She beamed, silently wondering if Selena went with Damian to the dragon reserve.
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Moira shifted her weight, spotting the first year as Nicodeamus swept her up. There was no need, of course. She was just being cautious.
Edgar teased her at home, or what could be called teasing, from a six year old. He called her "Second Mum." But, she had had every reason to worry, with what he had been through just last year.
Moira's face crumpled for a moment, and then as quickly as it had came, it had passed, and her attention was back on Skyla as she was lowered to the ground.
"Well, I've signed up for Charms and Muggle Studies. Shouldn't be too hard right?" Moira gave a half smile and gave Skyla a once over. She did look thin, but she doubted she could lift her.

Anna nodded to Selena with a content expression on her face, sprinkles of impatience showing through. The phrase "patience is a virtue" was a phrase Anna responded to with "Oh, boo" as was her latest new phrase she said. "Yeah, your brother." She said in an informative tone, though she gave only the bear minimum of information. Just then, Damian came back in. Now she looked a tad eager. "Speak of the devil," She muttered under her breath, grinning innocently right after she'd done so so as to throw off Damian's suspicions he would surely about what she'd just said when that action almost always did the opposite. "'Bout time. You didn't get lost, did you? I mean, after five years you shouldn't still be getting lost." She stopped teasing him for the moment and snatched the album from him.

"Nice title." She smirked and examined the book itself for half a second, admiring the singed binding. "Get in a squabble, did you? Some dragons didn't like their pictures?" Then she began flipping through it, intent on the pictures.