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Matt had been guided back safely thanks to the older student. However he noticed little Marko tripping and he shook his head. The kid was a nightmare and a bloody mess. He was always a bloody mess. Now here he was in the same school as that pathetic excuse for a wizard. Slowly, he glided up, and pulled the boy to the side, dusting him off as he whispered into his ear. "Pull yourself together damn it, I will not have you messing things up. Or I might just throw you into the lake." He hissed into the boys ear, sure no one had heard as he sighed and moved with the other first years, he was tired and it was time for some sleep.

What makes you happy?

I wonder... what makes you happy...

Does it make others happy, too?

Seeing the prefect round the corner about the time they did had the fourth year smiling and waving at the prefect. He really didn't know the prefect all that much, but that was not surprising as he knew little about most of the other students in his own house. Watching a few more students file in after being told the password and the way to gain entrance Ronyo watched as the boy he had guided to the corridor seemed to have little in the way of conversational skills, as he gave no feedback during Ronyo's words. It was not a big deal as he was used to the general way most Slytherin acted around him or others even. However the white haired boy did notice an exchange between the lost first year and another one who had tripped on what looked to be nothing really extraordinary. The words spoken were ones that sounded like those that would come from a snake and Ronyo seeing the sorting hat was still doing well in its placement.

The boy who received the verbal attack had something odd about him. Ronyo approached the boy after he was left to himself and opened his sixth sense up more. He scanned the first year quickly and made note of the milky colored eyes and the lack of sharp movement they gave from Ronyo's approach or wishing to look around in the dungeon. A blind wizard. It was not something Ronyo had really heard about as the wizarding world often had ways of dealing with issue such as that, but this was either a special case or one that required great effort or even sacrifice to accomplish. That being said he knew well enough that sight could more often than not be a hindrance when it came to perceiving the world. With two uncharacteristic loud footsteps Ronyo made his location known to the first year before he began to speak.

"I wouldn't put much thought into it kid, besides sight isn't all that great really. You still have four other powerful senses and I'll even bet they work even better than mine. Ronyo Storm fourth year, a pleasure, "this would normally be the time when Ronyo would extend a hand to shake but thought it better to allow the boy the first move, "From me, I would say work on you smell more than anything else if you have the ability. Everyone has a scent to them, no matter how much they try to cover it up or shrink it the smell of each person is almost like a fingerprint to the nose."

Jessica Sassareth

Slytherin, Fourth Year

Jess was following behind most of the her fellow Slytherins -- noticing the exchange between two of the first years, Why am I not surprised... My god, that boy is blind? Oh Ronyo, ever the gracious knight. The pale redhead caught up with Ronyo and smiled at him, "Is everything well, I trust?"

The Bloody Baron wandered around aimlessly, looking for something to do. Peeves was off in his tiny world again, finally leaving the students alone. Some form of peace for the ghost!

This year's batch of first years seemed to be quite unique. Certainly, the numbers of students increased each year. And, of course, the numbers of times he would have to see the students' eyes filled with fear increased as well. He liked the quiet, but sometimes, it got too quiet.

The Ghost of Slytherin continued to float about, deep in thought.

Damien followed after the older students, a slight scowl on his face. He was aggravated about the older boy being a prefect; Michelle was his cousin, whether she liked it or not, and that meant that he was charged with protecting her. His father wouldn't accept anything less than that from him. But, she had spoken to that older boy, and Damien didn't like their interest in one another. There was something off about him, something dark. He sighed a little, growing aggravated as he realized that he might be expected to go straight to bed. But, he couldn't! He needed to write home to his parents, to let them know about his sorting! He wanted to get this worry off his back, to be able to be secure in the knowledge that his father would be pleased. He followed the Slytherin prefects quietly in thought.

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Feeling: Amused
Where I am: House Tables
What I'm doing: Sitting
Who I'm with: The Slytherins
Love interest: No One

Jessica Sassareth

Slytherin Prefect, Fifth Year

Jess helped guide the new Slytherins to the common room, when the pale redhead noticed Lavender bump into one of the boys -- mumbling a nervous apology. Quietly, the Prefect glided over to the nervous pigtailed girl, "Is everything alright?"