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Yep, I picked the wrong boat. If I get sorted into Hayden's house I'm dying her hair puke green for a week-totally worth detention over.

Ronna smiled at Hayden's reply that it was 'refreshing, indeed', but said nothing else for the moment and listened as Dmitri spoke of the circus-and a dragon trainer- and then the boy, Italian, she guessed as she listened to his accent spoke up. She couldn't help but smile as Sergio tried to rescue his and Dmitri's skin to prevent a fight between the girls.

She wondered if he was politely diffusing a situation and in his own way standing up for her until she noticed his admiring stare at the other girl. She leaned back some and glanced out at the lake to Hogwarts. Ronna and the girl Hayden were polar opposites. Sure both had curly blonde hair and blue eyes but that is where the similarities stopped. Hayden had perfect, flawless ringlets, while Ronna allowed her curls to run wild. Hayden had flawless features and a pretty heart shaped face, while Ronna had freckles and an oval shaped face with a stronger chin. And of course, it sounded as if Hayden was of the 'purist' blood, and Ronna was a muggleborn born to some ordinary cop who was dumped with his child by his wife before the kid was even two. Guess, the two guys lucked out with getting at least one suitable pretty witch to be in their company. She resisted rolling her eyes and continued watching the lake, she had nothing to talk about to this sort and she was outnumbered. Besides I'm not a kid anymore, I've got to pick my battles some, Ronna thought with a small sigh.

Location: The Boats at the Black Lake
In Company of: Hayden Hellington and Dmitri Kamenev and Sergio Di Maria
[Wearing:plain black school robes]

Sergio sat there, running his fingers through the water. So disgusting, so murky, this lake was surely not a place he would ever go. He hated any water short of the beautiful canals of Venetia, or the shores of Naples. Now that was water, not this, pungent liquid. He then turned to Veronica, who had been watching the lake. "You won't have to worry about seeing her other than class that is. I, on the other hand, will probably be in the same house as her. Very similar people, she may not say so, but we are," he said to her. It wasn't hard to figure out Sergio himself had picked up the elitist attitude, but he never really had talked badly to one.

"Although, I really don't care about socializing. I'm Italian, I'm the life of the party," he said, laughing a bit. He wasn't at all being friendly, but he wasn't being mean either. He could have at this moment, but Veronica seemed like an innocent kid...too bad she was born from Muggles. She was cute, but it really didn't matter did it?

"I guess to some degree I am a contradiction. Well, depends on how you define a contradiction. But yes, do you really think I'd even be talking to you right now if I worried about these imaginary little points you speak of. I actually spoke to you because I kind of feel bad, but you know, maybe I shouldn't feel bad. You yourself are giving me a reason to. And it really has nothing to do with your birth like you think it does. Sorry for disturbing you though. Maybe it would've been the better choice to ignore you," he said, looking back at the water. Muggleborns. He tried to learn to understand them, but every time he tried, something like this would happen.

Why did the girl's rejection to talk to him get to him though? He really didn't know why. Was it because he was actually trying? He had never had this feeling before and it got to him even more. He actually wanted to talk to her...a Muggleborn. Why though? He never have wanted to talk to one before, why now? Was this girl different?

Amory Goodwin

Mory watched as the other first year students ahead of her sifted into various open boats. When it was her turn she passed up the boat with Hayden, Dimitri, Sergio, and Veronica, it was too crowded for her taste. She also passed up the next boat with a few noticeable mudbloods, most likely muggle born if she were to guess. With those ruled out she took a seat in the next boat, which was empty. She didn't much so mind being alone, if that meant she didn't have to sit with mudbloods voluntarily. She actually preferred it if she had the choice and hopped none would choose her boat.

Mory listened to the other boats nearby as much as she could. She wasn't one for eavesdropping normally, but she was admittedly bored. The conversation was small in the suspected mudblood boat and she couldn't quite tell what the first boat she passed up was saying. How dull.

Sergio looked to Veronica and shook his head. "Hold on for a minute," he said, looking to Hayden who refered to him. He began to think to himself. He liked the name Azure, but it was too plain to a point.

"I do like the name Azure, but why not add some flair to the name. I would rather go with the name Azzurra. But I hope you can roll your r's because that name would sound much better with a rolled 'r'. I mean, because she's blonde, you could always use the word for yellow in my Native Language. It would be Gialla because the cat's a girl I assume. Then I personally like the names Alessandra and Aurora. But that's just me," he said to Hayden, who had seemed to be in her own little world. "Oh yes, one more. Her eyes are green so I guess the name Esmeralda would actually apply. It loosely means Emerald."

FInally, after his extended answer, he turned back to Veronica, who had seemed to actually want an answer now. How different. "No, no, no, I was born here in England, but I'm Italian. I was actually born in London. I'm always in Italy, which is the reason why my accent is like this. I'm actually there more than England, but still," he told Veronica, being honest for once in his life.

"I'm actually more boring. Never left the house because my dad was afraid something would happen. I come from a very high family, high in a particular organization that I can't really say because it is secret. But yeah, that's my life in a nutshell," he said, laughing at himself.

And you can tell everybody, this is your song,
It may be quite simple but, now that it's done...

... I hope you don't mind ....

... I hope you don't mind that I put down in words
How wonderful life is while you're in the world

Miranda came down the path towards the lake as fast as she could without tripping over any hidden rocks or dropping the little rabbit in her arm. The sight of the castle made the muggle awestruck - how had she not seen the castle before? It was monstrous and illuminated the night sky like nothing she could have imagined. But before she wasted any more time standing and admiring, Miranda sped towards one of the boats - the one with the adult whom she presumed was going to be their caretaker for the evening until they arrived at the castle gates. "Sorry I took so long... I had to chase Marmite through the train because he kept trying to bite another student's mouse. The fluff ball has mistaken himself for a kitten." Miranda said in a casual yet slightly apologetic tone, her gaze moving from the two other students to the Groundskeeper as she smiled to them.

"My name is Miranda. Miranda Faust." She said to the others as she climbed into the boat, managing not to rock it too much or drop any of her possessions in the water. As she took a seat and placed her rabbit onto her lap, Miranda took a good look at the rest of her classmates that weren't on the boat. These were the people who would be in the same graduating class as her, granted none of them fail. But for some reason Miranda was willing to fall for the typical stereotype of wizards and witches being wise, so even the thought of flunking didn't come across her mind. They all looked rather normal to her, though Miranda wasn't quite sure what she was expecting anyways. 'Obviously they'd look like people, Miranda. Stop being such a div.' She thought to herself as she stroked her rabbit and turned her attention back to the students on the boat.

Beatrice was trying her best to remain on the edge of the crowd as them made their way from the station the train had arrived in to the Lake. There seemed to be a bunch of boats waiting at the end of the patch way, and as the water before them the bodies of the first years pooled around as they awaited instructions. Soon the blond woman that lead them to this point instructed them to get into the boats, and just like that the others started to enter the boats. As the crowd started to all transfer to the water crafts the first year began to feel more at ease. Her brown eyes started to scan for an boat she could join. Almost all of them were full or close to filled. and sure it was only four people to a boat, but that still didn’t make her feel any more comfortable. Finally she spotted a boat with only one other person in.

As she made her way over to the boat, she could feel her face starting ot redden with uncomfortableness. Finally she was there. ”um... may... I um...join you in this uh...boat?” she asked stumbling over her words as she spoke hoping the brown haired would not have a problem. She was already way out of her element. A completely new world, or well side of the world, in a crowd of people she didn’t know, having to talk to new people. She was just uncertain how it would turn out if she was turned down, she was already having enough trouble with the crowds, talking to someone else new wasn’t really something she wanted to do

Where I am:----------- the boats on a lake

Who i'm with:----------- another first year

what I'm up to:----------- hoping the crowds don’t last too long.

Gypsy trailed to the Black Lake with a wide smile, seeing the twins on her heels and glad that they were keeping up. She couldn't wait to get to the school! It was so exciting, she was bouncing with energy. It was just too amazing to finally be here! And, she had to admit, she was sort of excited that she was finally free from her parents and her brother. She loved them, really she did, but they all watched her like a hawk and honestly it was hard to have any real fun with them around. But, at Hogwarts, there was no reason for the Professors to pay special attention to her. If she never got caught, none of them would ever know to watch her. And she so did not plan on getting caught.


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I laugh myself to sleep, it's my lullaby.