A boring evening. [open]

Walking into the Great Hall; my bag, heavy with the many textbooks, pulling the shoulder of my robes down further with every step, I stop to fix the robes and proceed to drag my bag across the floor to the nearest available space at the Hufflepuff Table. I pull the nearest jug of pumpkin juice towards me and pour it into a glass followed by looking around to see who was here as I take a gulp of the liquid.

'Ah really ? Romania, isn't it ? I heard it from Thorn, sounds exciting. And I'm sure going to do whatever I want' she nods.

He closed his eyes, trying to control his temper, Thorn told people, of course! Everyone knows now.

He opened his eyes and smiled, "Yes, I forgot how fast word travels around here...I wish to throw some kind of a farewell feast for friends. You are invited, then. "

I notice a few familiar faces, but no-one that I had really interacted with. Wondering if I should disturb the girl with what seemed a rather large amount of notes and a book or two in front of her, I wave over when I catch her eye.

Picking up the now half empty glass, and dragging my bag across the floor I go over to the girl.

"You look wrecked... are you ok?"

'A party? Would Dumbledore let you give that?' She grins. That sounded too brave. 'Whatever. I feel honoured. I'm always up for a party'

Flashing a smile to the girl who had just arrived I think that now would be a good time to introduce myself to them both.

"Hi, I'm Amelia, Amelia Peverell, but feel free to all me Twitch, everyone else does."

I don't offer them my hand, but make it more visible to them so that they can see it's bandaged and hope they doesn't think i'm being rude.

In response to the tired girl " Oh, that's good then... if you don't me asking, what are all the notes for?"

Dumbledore...The name itself have him an instant headache, the quaffle, the muggle loving fool.

"Who said I give a unicorn of what he lets and what he doesn't?" he said.

If it was the beginning of the year, he probably would have said something like "Yes, rules are rules and we must respect them", but he didn't care anymore, he had nothing to lose.

"Good to know, I will be honored too."

'Sorry, I should have known you wouldn't care about Dumbledore.' She frowns. 'You don't like him ? What has he done ?'

What has he done...What a good question, it would probably take him ages to explain everything. He was the reason why everything sucked in the school, why his father was in Azkaban...at least a part of the reason, why he was repeating the year, why he couldn't be an Auror...

"He is wrong. He is supporting the wrong side." he said shortly, trying to see her reaction.

"Leo, Nice name, is it short for something?"

I continue to drain my glass of the remaining contents and set it down on the table.

"Ancient Runes? What is that like then, easy... hard... not bad? and What year are you in?"

Turning to Cecilia. " You have Muggle Studies too?, Oh what what year are you in?"

She walked in to the hall, holding a first years hand. "You should know how to get here by now, Dakota."
The little boy smiled, "I do, I just like it when you hold my hand. Marry me?"
She laughed and moved her hand, "No, I will not. What will Rune say to that? You and your little friends need to behave." She pushed him away and laughed, taking her seat.