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Noelle Fischer

"Sitting still and following rules is for chumps."

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a character in “Harry Potter: The Mythic Conflict”, as played by OurStars


Noelle Rachel Fischer

"Old enough for it not to matter."

"I suppose we've had it easier than many others."

"Nearing the end, but not quite there."
7th Year

"Of the brave and the strong. The hat spent a while deciding."

"My precious baby."
12" Red Oak, with a Hipogriff Feather core
Red Oak tends to be good for those who are a bit hot tempered but have quick reflexes and quick minds- it is quite ideal for dueling. It was the third wand that Noelle picked up.

"I learned to conjure a patronus when I was around fourteen, I believe."
Her Patronus is a small, silvery gazelle, which has the tendency to leap around when moving.

"My darling Wilde."
Noelle's familiar is a sleek, gray cat with mismatching eyes, one being light blue and the other a greenish-yellow sort of color. She absolutely adores the cat, whom she has named after Oscar Wilde, and is quite biased towards it when it comes to Wilde going on hunting trips.

First and foremost, Noelle is a Veela. It's her lineage and her blood, and it comes before the sorting assigned to her by some beat up old hat. This is her mindset, anyway, one which puts family before all else. But, anyway, the girl does have several characteristics that one would likely consider typical of a Veela, though she dislikes such stereotyping based on race. The young woman has something of a temper, though she can somewhat manage it, and it doesn't take too much to rile her up, at least just a little bit. She's one of those people who always react, no matter what, and therefore simply give the impression of feeling everything just a little bit more. This isn't the case, of course, for she feels the same level of emotions as the average person; she simply reacts in a far more animated way, typically. When it comes to anger, her voice might get blatantly mad, and she becomes contrary as can be, ready to strike up any competition to prove herself wrong. This pride and competitive spirit have both proven her right and proven her wrong before, and the latter is almost always incredibly embarrassing to her. But, being quick-tempered seems to run in the blood, and what can you do about it?

Other than being quick-tempered, competitive, and proud, Noelle does have a flirtatious streak, and she seems to be completely fine flirting with anything that has a pulse. She shows no obvious bias in these tendencies, flirting with all of the houses, genders, and species, because she simply likes to. Noelle likes to tease people and get reactions out of others, something which may come from her own reactions, and this shows itself in her flirting. Besides, she seems to have a reputation for one night stands and the like, but shies away from commitment like a cat from water. Noelle believes that romance should be an adventure or a fling, and long term, monogamous relationships just don't fit that description, as far as she's concerned. So, she sticks with flirting, flings, and other things of temporary natures, often leaving the person behind in her trail, though she does try to do it somewhat gently, if the person seems to be concerned about it or something. Some are, of course. A benefit of being a Veela is that people are much more likely to react positively to your advances. The downfall is that they tend to dislike it when you leave. Well, among other downfalls, anyway: like being seen almost exclusively for your attractiveness, or having strangers bother you on the street.

Some of Noelle's most dominating characteristics are her almost reckless sense of adventure and curiosity. She's the kind of kid who is always in trouble for showing up in places where they shouldn't be, or trying things they shouldn't try. She thrives off of new places, new people, new things, and new experiences- the newer something is, the better, like a shiny toy presented to a kindergartner. Noelle loves to launch on impromptu adventures which can include anything from stealing food to finding as many hidden rooms and such as possible. To her, Hogwarts seems like a giant, beautiful playground, with so many hallways and quirks that she can never be bored with it. The girl is like a child, always leading explorations and such, but in general likes to do anything that will give her a bit of a thrill, regardless of what it is. She throws parties, flirts with teachers, and experiments with everything, because life is short and she doesn't see the point in tip toeing around the fact that death is inevitable. She chooses to celebrate the fact with reckless behavior and a love for the hidden, the spontaneous, and the dangerous. She is insatiably curious, as well, to the point that it definitely becomes the sort of behavior in which she sticks her nose where it shouldn't belong. If there is a mystery, secret, or anything else of that sort, she goes into full-blown detective mode, wanting to find out the interesting stuff before anyone else does. She has the trademark sarcasm of a fictional detective, at the very least, and could cut a diamond with her sharp, borderline brutal, tongue. Noelle is naturally sarcastic without thinking about it, and thus tends to offend people with things that she wouldn't even bat an eye at. At least half of what she says is sarcasm or mocking.

This is because Noelle is, at her core, the sort of person who likes to mock things and play pranks for the amusement of herself and others. She's likely to set off firecrackers inside a school, or charm a person so that food runs away from their hands. Things like that are common antics for the young woman who, if asked, will claim that she is most certainly not the sort of student to pull petty pranks and start changes of revenge and how could you even suspect that of her? She'll bat her eyes and be the picture of innocence about it all, but the second a teacher turns their back is at it again, feeding a person a cupcake that'll make their ears swell to rival Dumbo's. She likes to mess with people, as previously stated, and what better way than through jokes, pranks, and competitive cycles of back and forth? Of course, her species gives her a bit of an advantage over others, because she can manipulate her way into getting out of detention or convincing people to do things for her. People, or at least men, tend to stumble over themselves to make her smile, whether they want to or not, and she certainly uses that to her advantage when it comes to getting things done. After all, what's the point of having resources if you don't use them? Noelle knows what she has and what she can do, and she always utilizes all of her abilities in order to accomplish her goal. This cunning kind of ambition nearly had her placed in Slytherin, in fact.

Regardless of how she may manipulate and flirt and challenge, Noelle is still a loyal sort of friend, and will never let someone that she is close to fall down without her being their to help them back up. No matter how many pranks she pulls or insults she throws out, she generally makes up for it with a chivalrous nature that won't leave others out in the cold- especially if she knows that they have her back as well. She's not stupid enough to make enemies of everyone, but also isn't intelligent enough to keep everyone an arm's length away. Instead, she embraces company, people, and the prospect of friendships, which are the only sort of relationship that she is capable of keeping up, to be honest. To her, friends are above all else, and to betray one is as good as admitting that you have no real morals or sense of self worth. How you treat your friends reflects who you are, and she remains loyal and caring, despite mocking them the whole way with teasings and jokes.

Quick-Tempered || Proud || Flirtatious || Dislikes Commitment || Sarcastic || Competitive || Adventurous || Curious || Prankster || Resourceful || Loyal || Disorganized

Short Biography:

As the means through which Veelas come to be is unknown to me, I'm just going to skip the normal blurb on her parents and go to her childhood.

Being a Veela, Noelle grew up fairly accustomed to getting her way, at least when it came to most people. One thing strange about her upbringing, however, is that she was raised in the human world rather than the mythical one- in Ireland, to be exact. Growing up in a small town in Ireland, she was never short when it came to attention, and it helped that her mother was incredibly doting and brought home many men who were kinder than they might otherwise have been, if only because they were under the spell of a Veela. Of course, while the men of the village all adored and practically worshiped her mother, all of them human and completely oblivious to the reason for their enchantment, the pair were isolated by the women of the area, for the most part, because there was this constant suspicion that Ms. Fischer was having affairs with their husbands, or something along those lines. To be fair to them, she often times was, having a different definition of commitment than the muggles did. Thus, Noelle grew up with plenty of attention but little social interaction outside of her own home, and therefore, until she was older, occupied her own time with adventure stories and exploring the gardens of the old estate she lived in with her mother- it had been inherited by her mother from some old admirer or something along those lines. The manor held plenty of little nooks and crannies for a troublemaker like her to hide in, and the girl was allowed to get away with murder, so long as she was polite to her own mother. Thus, she grew up pulling pranks on the muggles and leading her own various expeditions. She would do her best to ignore her mother's suitors, and the fact that all of the mothers in the village stuck up their noses whenever she went into town with her own mother.

From her mother, Noelle learned how to fly a broomstick and how to tease. She learned how to have fun and, when others looked at her with disdain, how to smile in their faces because nothing would frustrate them quite so much. Priscilla Fischer -that was her mother's name- was a strong woman and, as far as Noelle is concerned, a fantastic role model growing up. She taught her plenty of things besides the aforementioned, but the most important among them was the lesson to not let others change her. "The worst thing you can do," her mother always said, "is make yourself smaller for the sake of others. If they don't like who you are or what you do, then they can shove their heads up their arses for all we care." Noelle always viewed her mother as a glamorous sort of woman, who had no need for jealousy because there was no one who could compare to her in appearances. But the best thing about her mother was the stories she told- especially those about Hogwarts, a school for Wizards and Witches that was within the UK. Noelle adored the very idea of it, with the Dark Forest, secret corridors, and magical creatures. She loved the tales about the tales about the great Battle of Hogwarts, and when she was younger actually had quite the crush on the Luna Lovegood she'd heard about in stories, thinking her as being absolutely delightful. Of course, she was very very old at that point, Luna that is, and married, so that childhood fancy was somewhat crushed.

Noelle figured, however, that she would never be able to actually attend Hogwarts, because she was a Mythic, and even a girl raised in a magically-barren town such as she knew that such things were simply not done. Then again, she never was the sort to care about whether or not things were proper. After all, she was the girl who literally painted to town red, and grew up dropping water balloons on people's heads. Veela's have their own sort of wandless magic, after all, one which is passed on from parent to child, and her mother trained her in this sort of magic early on. As a child, she did have access to powers of a certain persuasion, but she was young and able to use them to talk people into doing things, like letting her off when she'd done something bad, and the like. It was quite ideal for a little trouble maker such as she, and helped her to pass the time when her friends, who'd she begun to gain somewhere around the age of seven, were in school. When they were out of school, she led something that could be compared to a gang, but for kids, which was constantly running through the streets and dominating the parks, gladly following the treasure hunts, plans to solve mysteries, and pranks of the charismatic girl who seemed to be absolutely fearless. The loneliness of her earlier childhood was forgotten with these friends, though some part of her had to know that their parents didn't approve, and that her friends feelings towards her might change when she grew older. She simply suppressed these thoughts, however, too thrilled with her lifestyle to be willing to fully accept them.

There are downsides to being a Veela, and one of them is the attention it tends to gain you. For the most part, because she was a child, she could avoid things, but particularly weak-minded muggles could be problematic. She always avoided bars and the haunting grounds of those who were constantly intoxicated for this reason, but when Noelle was nine years old, she was a bit less careful, being reckless as she is. She was assaulted while on her way home by a drunken admirer that her mother had rejected due to his less than savory manners. She was too terrified to do anything, but through a stroke of luck her mother had been passing by at the time, and promptly lost it, going into harpy mode and scaring off the man. This experience only made Noelle somewhat wary of muggles, and she had to be comforted by her mother for several days before she adopted her brave smile, somewhat strained, and tried to return to normal. Still, she was worried that her friends would soon grow up and either outgrow her or feel the impact of her unintentional powers in the way that the man had. Muggles are more susceptible to it, after all. When she finally expressed these fears to her mother, Priscilla encouraged her to be brave, and to remember the lesson that she had been taught since she was young- to embrace herself.

This helped, but was helped most was when, a few months later, they received a letter in the mail. At first, Noelle thought that there was a mistake. Her mother tapped her chin and smiled knowingly, saying something about a bit of wizard blood in the family, tracing back to Noelle's great-great-grandfather. Veela blood is more potent, of course, but the lineage remained all the same. Noelle simply accepted this, not realizing until later that her mother might have pulled some strings. It wouldn't have been too hard, after all, as Veela are far more accepted by the magical community than many other mythics are. Priscilla told Noelle that she must keep her true species a secret, and at the end of the summer she bid farewell to her friends, heading off to Hogwarts on the train. It was the most exciting day of her life, and she spent the entire train ride going up and down the passenger train, looking into compartments and saying hello to other first years. When she arrived, she was nearly placed in Slytherin, perhaps because of her ambitious and nearly manipulative nature, but ultimately a love for adventure and loyalty placed her in Gryffindor. Honestly, she had been hoping for Ravenclaw- that's where Lovegood had been placed, after all.

The tiny disappointment vanished quickly, however, as she grew to love her house and those in it, constantly dragging some off on adventures with her. Of course, she did have the tendency to lose points for the house here and there thanks to her pranks and explorations, but was still relatively well-liked all the same. She got to know plenty of her teachers through a good deal of detentions, which she never really learned from, and all in all adored the place. Of course, it was a lot easier to hide her true identity when she was younger. As the girl grew older, men, and some women, had the tendency to act differently around her. She probably could have been more careful about it, to be honest, but inherited a flirtatious and teasing manner from her mother that hardly ended the issue. It worked, at the same time, to make it seem as though behaviors towards her actually stemmed from a flirtatious manner and abnormally lovely appearance. She soon gained a reputation for being a flirt and a bit promiscuous, but seemed to brush them off easily- they weren't entirely wrong, after all. Over the years, she has gotten better at making up excuses, and does her best to -at the very least- only dance in private, and to try and keep her temper under control so that she doesn't suddenly sprout feathers and talons. As it is, she is Gryffindor's seeker, and a good one at that, because she isn't afraid to dive for the snitch, and has wicked fast reflexes. Besides, she can't defend to save her life, so it works out.

While she used to enjoy her visits home, she has grown distant from her muggle friends- especially some of the females, as many of their boyfriends and such have shown themselves vulnerable to, well, Veelas. Many of her peers there have a thing for her mum as well, which gives Noelle the shivers, even though her mother still looks young and beautiful. As far as mythics go, of course Noelle's alright with them- maybe she'll even be able to come out as a Veela herself, soon. For now, she'll just pretend that she happens to be supernaturally charismatic, or something like that.


Charms Class
Climbing Things
The Dark Forest
DADA Class
High Heels
Fictional Novels
Detective Stories
Wizard's Chess
Getting Her Way
Spicy/Sour Foods
Tall Trees
Nail Art
Sitting Still
History Class
Perfect Sweetness
Early Mornings
Early Nights
Quiet Places
Bad Jokes
Failed Pranks
Being Caught
Potions Class
Overly Polite People
Sugary Foods
Goody Two-Shoes
Little White Lies

So begins...

Noelle Fischer's Story


The wizarding world is abuzz about the new entry of mythical creatures in Hogwarts, but for Noelle Fischer, this is old news. She'd been attending the prestigious institution of learning for several years now, despite being a full-blooded Veela herself. Of course, this fact had been hidden with an excuse of being merely partially Veela, allowing her to attend without too much suspicion being raised by the attention that she attracts naturally, and the fact that she always seems to try and hide when angry to prevent a shift. Said young woman is walking towards the gateway to platform 9 3/4 right now, accompanied by her mother, a beautiful woman who, despite being well into her forties, looks as though she could be her daughter's sister or slightly elder cousin. Veela blood will do that to a person- make them seem far younger than they are until the day they die. The elder Fischer woman is a prime example of this fact, though Noelle supposes that the grandmother she's never met is probably an even better example of such a thing. As far as she knows, however, this woman is dead and beneath the ground, or perhaps cremated. That sounds a lot better than rotting in some wooden box.

"Have a good year, little dove. Break hearts, make a little trouble, and all of that jazz," the elder woman says fondly to her daughter, clearly not the sort of mother who disciplines her child for pulling a few pranks and making a bit of mischief. This rather well explains her daughter's behavior, of course. The woman slips large sunglasses back over her lovely, periwinkle eyes, though this does little to stop people from staring at the duo and wondering if they are models or foreign celebrities or something. Noelle responds only by grinning devilishly and wiggling her eyebrows suggestively at her mother before running straight into the column that brings her out at platform 9 3/4. This place is far more interesting looking than the muggle station, this much is certain, as first years clutch nervously at owls, frogs, and the like, while older students trade enchanted candies and stories of their summer. Noelle is accompanied by her own familiar, a sleek cat with mismatching eyes that takes this chance to jump out of her cart and walk between her legs.

"Done napping, Wilde? Come on, then- best find some familiar faces," she suggests with a grin, bending over briefly to scratch the feline behind the ear. His fur is a gray that seems to match the color of smoke, and this paired with his strange eyes make the cat beautiful and haunting. As soon as she had seen the thing, running through the streets of Diagon Alley, she absolutely had to have it, and spent a good hour chasing the cunning thing down. After that, the friendship was fast and close.

She walks down the platform a bit, spotting Longbottom with his face pressed against the window and sending him a grin and a wink before continuing on her way. Now, where is Juliet? Or Kas, for that matter, she wonders to herself, deciding to go ahead and board the train now and find them later- she's never really been the sort to seek others out, unless there is trouble brewed into the motivation. She has become accustomed, over her years, to people looking for her. She looks for a specific compartment, though only after stopping to scare a few first years and greet a few people. When she reaches it, the young woman pulls out a permanent marker and writes her name in large, loopy letters across the window. It is erased every year by the time she leaves Hogwarts, but the young woman always rewrites it on this compartment's window anyway. It's simply tradition, and Hogwarts is all about tradition, isn't it?

Well, not entirely, she muses, thinking once more of the new students that will be coming this year, those with full mythical blood. She cannot help but wonder if there will be any other Veela. She doesn't meet others very often, which is probably because her mother appears to dislike competition, only accepting Noelle because she is her daughter. Noelle has never seen a fellow Veela her own age at all, though of course the Weasley boy does have a sliver of blood in him. To distract her from these musings, however, is the sight of Kas walking down the platform in his typical, 'holier-than-thou' manner, and of course a pair of rather attractive, but unfamiliar, twins that lean against a column. For the moment, she turns towards the familiar, pushing down the window and leaning halfway out of it, a grin on her face.

"Oi! Knox!" she calls out to him, eyebrows raised. Deciding that the place to be at the moment is on the platform, as that's where everyone is, Noelle proceeds to slide out of the window, a tight fit, landing first on her hands before she rolls over and springs herself up onto her feet.

#, as written by Elyon
Wizards and Witches were bustling along platform 9 3/4. Mona was pushing through the crowds of tearful farewells with only her dear Didymous as company. As a muggle, Mona's mother wasn't allowed on the platform and her father had stayed behind with her insistence. She was about to begin her 5th year at Hogwarts. Boarding the train was something she was used to.

Amongst all of the students and their families, it was difficult for Mona to find people she recognized. While it irritated her, it also gave her a chance to look over her fellow students. She wondered how many of them were Mythics. It was probably rude to ask, but social tact was not something Mona could boast. Due to the stereotypical muggle media that she watched with her mother, the brooding boys looked like vampires and the hairier ones were werewolves. Mona shook her head and laughed. This was going to be an amazing year.

Mona shrugged her shoulders, trying to adjust the bag's straps. She received a set of charmed bags for her birthday. After being packed, they can shrink and fit into a smaller bag. It was particularly helpful with all of the new things Mona needed for her new year. She had also brought a few extra flash lights and robes. It wouldn't be the first time she dropped her wand in a dark cave and soiled a couple robes.

This was the year that Mona would get herself together. She would do her work and pay attention in class. Most of all, she would keep up her grades and study for her O.W.L.s. Getting the highest marks was the only way to ensure a future career as an Auror. "Who am I kidding?" Mona said to herself. It was no secret she wasn't the perfect student.

Mona blinked away her inner musings and restarted her search for a familiar face. Eventually, her arms were tiring and she just decided to find another compartment to sit in. However, as she approached the doors, she spied her favorite Veela slipping out of the window calling for "Knox." As quickly as she could manage on the full platform, she rushed over to Noelle.

"And here I thought we were going to behave at least until we arrived!" Mona laughed as she approached her best friend.

Yeah, one heck of a year.

Elias tried to make himself as small as possible as he wound his way through the throng of people. "Sorry!" and "Excuse me." were alternating out of his mouth as he ran into a few people here and there. No one seemed to notice him as he attempted to get to the train unscathed. He pushed his cart as fast as he could manage in the crowd.

Suddenly, a foot blocked his and caused him to lose his balance and his cart. Copernicus squeaked as he rolled into a brick column. He looked up at the saboteur and glared. A couple of 7th years in who-knows-what house were giggling like maniacs. They made snide comments as he stood. One would think "mud blood" would have gone out of fashion when the muggles learned of magic, but it's still in full force. It still hurts just as much.

Elias rushed away from the group of laughing 7th years. He concentrated on his feet as he walked, attempting to hold in his anger and sadness. The year hadn't even started yet. What did this experience say about what was to come? Things were not looking up for him and he knew it.

While he was attempting to get away, he hadn't been paying attention to were he was going and bumped into someone, hard. "I'm so sorry about that." he practically yelled. While helping the girl back up, he realized it was Mona. He sheepishly rubbed the back of his neck, "I'm really sorry." He kept apologizing to the younger girl. He was trying to stop, but they kept slipping out.

#, as written by Elyon

Mona felt a solid body run straight into her and gasped as she was knocked to the ground. As she laid flush with the ground, she took stock of her body. Head's still there. Good. Toes. Check. Her body felt fine. She shook her head to clear her vision as she sat up. A hand appeared in the edge of her vision. She took hold and let it pull her to her feet.

Once she had her feet back on ground, she followed the arm to the face of Elias. She laughed and ceased his apologies. "Hey, it's no big deal." She brushed off her jeans and grabbed the older boy in a hug. "I'm glad to see you haven't changed much."

Didymous had a terrible bug over the summer and had kept her from keeping in touch with her friends. She had travelled over the summer, still taking part in her mother's shows. She had gone to see him when the show was near his hometown. They had a bit of fun for a day, but that was the extent.

She righted Didymous' cage and settled her bag on the ground. "How was your summer?" she asked while cocking her head.

#, as written by Issa
Kaslor Knox

"Oi! Knox!" The voice yelling across the platform was more than enough to catch Kas' attention. His head wiped around to see Noelle sliding through the train window. Kas' mouth formed into a smirk as she volted onto her hands and looked his way as, unaware of the strange looks she got from the other students. Of course, most of those looks quickly changed to ones of admiration, at least from the males. Kas was never shy to admit that he found Noelle attractive, he even told her pretty regularly. But their flirtations were fairly harmless, more like friendly banter than serious comments.
"Noelle." He replied to her greeting, raising a hand above his head. He began to push through the crowd purposefully, his focus only on his friend.

He never saw the other student coming. Tomas Weasley crushed into Kas. Tomas' smaller frame stood no chance against Kas and the younger boy went flying. He tripped backwards over his trunk, his arms flailing as he tried to find anything to keep him up. It wasn't the first time that day that someone had crashed into Kas, perhaps he was a magnet for clumsy students. At least it hadn't hurt. Of course Kas recognised the red head, Weasley was a rival Keeper after all. Kas glanced at Noelle, failing to keep the amused smirk off his face.

He turned his attention back to Tomas and crouched down beside the boy, offering his hand.
"Gotta keep your eyes open Weasley," , Kas said, his voice amused. "Or else everyone will walk all over you, literally of course."

Naida Adra

From her position in the train cabin, Naida had a pretty decent view of the crowds. She saw Noelle walk down the train corridor and enter the cabin next to Naida's. Then she heard the girl call out to Kaslor Knox before sliding out the window. Naida felt her eyebrows turn down into a frown, had it really been too hard to use the doors? Naida watched from the window as Kas made his way towards Noelle.
Then Naida spotted Tomas, making his way down the platform. His path took him crashing into Kas and sent him flying. Naida jumped forward on her seat. Tomas was her friend, Kas her enemy and she hoped that Kas' arrogant behaviour wouldn't hurt Tomas. She watched from her spot as Kas knelt down, only just catching his words. His smile was more of a smirk but he had offered Tomas a hand, so perhaps Kas wasn't in such a nasty mood.

Zach tried to keep his cool demeanor as he stared disbelievingly at the brick column. He looked at his wizard guide and asked, "There? Really? You just...walk through the wall?"

The guide nodded. Zach shook his head. Leave it to the wizards to come up with such a strange cloaking device. He steeled his nerves and jogged to the column and then, through the column. He came out on the other end onto a bustling platform.

His eyes widened, impressed, at the large number of students sitting in the train or walking on the concrete. He slowed his pace to his normal crawl. Why rush? He'll get there when he gets there. He observed the younger students hugging it out with their crying parents. To each his own, but Zach had never been that way. He was self sufficient for the most part. He could do anything that someone put in front of him, but if he could find someone else to do a job, he would.

He made his way to the nearest car, but the assistant alerted him that the car was full. He continued down the tracks until he can upon a group of people that looked friendly enough. One of the blondes was being righted by a tall, bespectacled boy.

Now is as good a time as any, I guess. He mused to himself. "Are you alright there?" He called to the girl as he approached.

#, as written by throne
Tomas Weasley

During his third year at Hogwarts, an errant troupe of minstrel butterflies had taken up residence in Tomas' stomach. It had been exactly the same day that he had first seen Kaslor Knox. Really seen him, anyway, up close and triumphant. The Ravenclaw team, with their Keeper, had played a nearly shut-out game against Hufflepuff. Kas had only let through a single Quaffle, and the score had been a devastating 310-10. Tomas had happened to be on his way out of the stadium when the victorious team had charged past, carrying Kas on their shoulders and cheering.

They were decent tenants, those butterflies. Most of the time they lay dormant, tossing cards into hats or perhaps tuning their instruments. Every so often though, they'd start to play and dance, rioting in his gut whenever he encountered the arrogant, brown-haired boy.

The sound of Kas's voice and the realization it brought had them tuning up, pluck-pluck-plucking at their guitar strings, oiling their bows, setting their high hats. He sensed the words coming from nearby, and could therafter feel Kas's presence, crouched beside him, even though his eyes were still squeezed shut. Pealing trumpet notes startled him, followed by the shrill sadness of violins.

Of all the people to run into, he'd run into Kaslor Knox.

The rumble of drums careened off his insides. All the while, those plucky butterflies were fluttering this way and that. One of them must have gotten ahold of a bass cello or the like and started dum-dum-duming away, or- no, that was his heart beating, each lub-dub couplet a little more frenetic than the one that had preceded it. He could almost hear the ocean as blood rushed into his ears, as heat began emanating off his face. Surely, his normally pallid skin must have been nearly as incarnadine as his trademark familial hair.

His eyes shot open, taking in the sight of Kas... offering him a hand up? He'd been expecting the worst, but awakened from his little nightmare to find something almost impossible occurring. The Ravenclaw's warning was admittedly lost on him. He took in the provocative twist to Kas's lips, the light of amusement dancing in his eyes, the perfect feathering of his dark-sandy hair in the wind. Swallowing down the baby grand piano that had somehow wound up lodged into his throat, he felt it crash into his stomach, sending the butterfly band into even more of a frenzy as he reached out and took hold of Kas's hand.

He regained his feet with the older boy's help, wincing a bit as he tried to put weight on the knee that had wrenched. Some tender testing revealed that it would support his weight, albeit with some slight protests. He didn't dare hold onto Kas's hand for a second longer than necessary. Doing so would risk revealing exactly why the other Keeper incited so much anxiety in him.

”Sorry about that, Ka- err, I mean, Knox.” He wasn't familiar enough with Kas, outside of some furtive fantasies, to actually use his first name. He grinned sheepishly, looking down at his feet. ”Thanks.” His gratitude was soft and earnest. Most Quidditch players from other teams might have tried to make more of Tomas' absent-mindedness and clumsiness than Kas was.

”How was your summer? Ready for this year?” Was he being too familiar? He certainly wasn't meeting Kas's eyes, which he definitely should remedy. He jerked his head back and his gaze upward. In doing so, he caught his first glimpse of Naida through her window. He wondered dazedly what the scene looked like to her. She was a friend. Could she see what was probably scrawled all through his body language? Deception was not one of Tomas' strong suits, but somehow, his feelings for other young men were a secret he managed to keep under wraps.

The butterflies were crashing cymbals in his ears and line-dancing through his tummy as he glanced over, noting that Noelle was there. Did he really expect Kas to pay him any mind with someone like her around?

The hand that had managed to somehow touch his crush's swung up to rub at the back of his neck. He glanced at the palm of his other hand, wincing as he saw some grit embedded in the scraped skin. ”I should, ah, probably see to this.” he concluded, but didn't move just yet. Naida could probably clean and dress it with her wand, but this was the closest he'd come to actually fostering a conversation with the other boy in, well, ever. The butterflies didn't show any sign of calming, though, and if they kept it up for much longer, he'd definitely have to flee.


"And here I thought we were going to behave at least until we arrived," a familiar voice, joking in tone, chimes in just beside Noelle, as her friend Mona, a Ravenclaw like Knox, slides in beside her. Many of the Gryffindor's closest friends seem to be in Ravenclaw, actually- Mona, Knox, and even Juliet. Noelle turns and makes a face at Mona, the childish sort that involves sticking out one's tongue and pulling the skin beneath one eye down. "Oh, don't be such a spoilsport, Mona. I didn't even do anything- there aren't any rules against speedy escapes. You just think there are because you like to worry too much," Noelle retorts, but a grin makes it clear that she means no ill will to her more mild-mannered friend. Mona may be up for adventures, usually, but she is far more likely to keep her adventures within reach of the rules, and usually has to be tugged beyond what would be her normal limits. She sees Knox nearing them, attention grabbed when he calls out her name and raises his hand. Of course, just as he does so, a familiar ginger crashes right into the young man, prompting a laugh from Noelle, who makes no effort to hide her amusement at the collision.

"Hell, Knox, you really have a magnetic quality about you, eh?" she teases him about the crash, practically pulling Mona with her to meet the two boys halfway. Knox glances at her with a smirk, clearly just as amused by the act of clumsiness as she is. Noelle likes Weasley well enough, of course, but that doesn't stop her from finding any and every such crash funny. "You alright, Wea-" she's cut off by another thud, to find that she'd dragged Mona into a key position to be crashed into by Elias Stone, resident awkward intellect. She smirks, eyebrows raised and eyes sparkling with humor, at the scene while Elias proceeds to apologize to Mona in the most excessive way possible. "Well, now I feel a bit left out, I'm afraid. Where's my frazzled wizard, to knock me off my feet?" she laments, placing her wrist against her forehead and clutching her heart dramatically.

A stranger approaches them then, and for a moment Noelle thinks that he might have heard her and is coming over to crash into her or something. Unfortunately, or fortunately, this isn't the case as he inquires after Mona's well being. "Mona's stronger than she looks, sweetheart. Endurance of a fruit fly, though. Our nights are rarely long, I'm afraid," she adds the last part simply for fun, throwing a wink Mona's way for good measure. Of course, technically she could be referring to night time adventures cut short because Mona gets bored or scared or something, but it's unlikely that anyone would take it away- which is exactly how Noelle prefers it, naturally. She snorts at Mona's comment, "Raised in a Barn, indeed."

Up until this point, she has been ignoring Tomas, to be honest, but she turns back towards him to see the young man acting utterly awkward in such a way that she instantly recognized. He doesn't do the best at hiding his emotions, this one. Noelle glances at Knox, and then look back towards Tomas with raised eyebrows.


A young man with pale skin and a slightly curved posture, less from actual back problems and more as a sign of the wizard's low self esteem. He is gripping his cart, parents on either side of him. The two are muggles, but at this point have become somewhat accustomed to having a child with magical inclinations, because he has been attending Hogwarts for approximately for five years now, and has been showing signs of being odd from far before this official education began. "Tell Tomas we've said hello, and give Mona and Olivia our love as well," his parents tell him. His mother needs to get home soon, however, because they live a decent drive away from London and she has the first day of the muggle school year tomorrow as well, being a teacher. "Now, we have to go, but study hard, and have a good school year, okay?" Charlie hugs both parents goodbye and gives his mother a peck on the cheek before facing the column, tightening his grip around his cart and running straight through the barrier to Platform 9 3/4. Even after several years of running in, the young man still has a moment of fear just before passing through.

When Charlie enters the platform, he meets the sight of crowds of people, both familiar and unfamiliar. This is typical, but what isn't is the conversation he picks up from people here and there. Whispers about the new Mythics that will be introduced to the school this year. Because the ages at which they are allowed to attend begin at his year, 5th year, he can expect to see several new faces among his courses. Will it be easy to tell who? Well, I suppose it'll be the new people. But then, what about their species? Then again, it doesn't really matter, Charlie is absorbed in his own thoughts, standing alone with his cart for a few moments without moving. Once he has finally escaped from the detachment from society, the young man goes to drop off his cart with luggage. Jane, his owl, flutters in her cage when she does so.

"Don't worry, I'll take you on," he assures her with a small smile, grabbing the cage to hold when he boards the train. He turns around and sees Mona and Tomas near each other in a group, but something holds him back from going to them, and it isn't just his own awkwardness. He spots Noelle Fischer and Kaslor Knox among them, and his feet seem to suddenly stick to the ground from the sight. Noelle makes him feel impossibly awkward and nervous, probably due to the fact that she is Veela, though he is unaware of this, and Knox simply scares him. The man is a bully, after all, and truly intimidating.

Erm. I-I guess I'll just go find an empty compartment, then, he thinks to himself, slightly disappointed. Still, the young man reassures himself with the knowledge that he will see them later anyway, and can talk to them then. With luck, the two won't sit in the same compartment as Noelle and Knox, though he knows that, at the very least, Mona probably will. Stroking Jane on the head lightly, he enters the train, but doesn't manage to find an empty compartment. Instead, he kind of hovers near the one that Naida is in, before opening it and clearing his throat to try and get her attention.

"Erm, Can I, erm, sit here?" he gestures towards an empty seat.

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Mona Orson

Mona blushed terribly as Noelle's comment finally clicked. She couldn't help the nervous laughter that sprung from her mouth. She had learned long ago that, when dealing with Noelle, just ignoring her comments and hope that people wouldn't follow her thoughts. Of course, with the age group that they associated with, everyone always did. One more than one occasion, Mona's had to shoot down rumors about a more involved relationship. Noelle flirted with most people she knew and that included Mona, and though she would never admit it, Mona kind of enjoyed it.

One of these days, I'll play along and see her blush! Mona chuckled at her mischievous thoughts. That would be a sight, indeed. There was never a flirt as bad as Mona, especially if she had to make it up as she went.

Mona imagined flirting with Noelle. The surprise on her face and everyone else's. It made her happy to think about Noelle like that. Mona quickly shook the thoughts from her head. I have been spending too much time around Veelas!

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Kaslor Knox

His attention was on Tomas as the boy placed his own hand in Kas' and he helped Weasley to his feet. Kas straightened out from his crouch, let Tomas' hand go and placed his hands on his head. He waited for Tomas to speak, the amused smirk still on his face spread further as Noelle spoke first,
"Hell, Knox, you really have a magnetic quality about you, eh?" Noelle's amused voice received a laugh from Kas. He looked across at her and gave her a quick wink,
" Too bad I couldn't attract you, eh?" He purred at Noelle, the smirk he still had on his face clearly letting her know that he wasn't serious. Not that she would need the smirk on his face to know that, they had been trading flirtatious banter for years now. He knew that she knew that it was nothing serious.

"Sorry about that, Ka- err, I mean, Knox... Thanks.” Tomas said. The red head grinned down at his feet, sheepishly. Kas watched him curiously. He had never had much to do with Weasley outside of the quidditch pitch. He hadn't actually talked to the other boy or at least as far as he could remember he hadn't. Tomas seemed nervous. The thought that Tomas might have a crush on Kas never crossed his mind. Sure, Kas usually assumed that everyone loved him, but people he hadn't had much to do with usually fell outside of this assumption. So Kas put the other boy's nerves down to the fact that Kas was not always known as the most gentle of students, perhaps Tomas thought that Kas would start shouting at him for crashing into Kas.

”How was your summer? Ready for this year?” The question caught Kas by surprise. It seemed slightly out of the blue and when paired with the fact that Weasley wasn't making eye contact with him it left Kas more than a little puzzled.
"My summer?" He repeated, his eyes flicking back to Noelle as he tried to communicate his amusement as Weasley tried to start a conversation. "It was stupendous Tommy. Family trip to Norway." Kas bit back the smart remark he was going to make about whether the Weasley family could afford such a trip. Perhaps it was the boy's nervous behaviour that made Kas hesitate, after all he wasn't shy about teasing other students. Or maybe it was the crowds still milling around the group that made Kas' sharp tongue pause. He really didn't need a report getting back to any of the teachers, he didn't want to risk losing his quidditch captain position just yet.

”I should, ah, probably see to this.” Tomas added as he glanced at his hand.
Kas stepped forward to get a better look at Tomas' hand, grit was embedded in the palm. No doubt it was painful, or at least uncomfortable. Kas couldn't help but wonder at the fact that Tomas was still here talking with Kas when he could be getting his hand treated. Sure, Kas could probably have got his wand out and fixed up Tomas himself but there was a limit to how helpful he would be towards his quidditch rival.
"That looks nasty." Kas said, "Let's hope it won't affect your game."
The last part was said with half sincerity and half sarcasm, an odd mix perhaps. Kas loved winning and any opportunity to further his chances of claiming the Quidditch cup for his Ravenclaw team would be taken in a snap. But he was also proud, he wouldn't want it said that his team he only won because the other houses' teams had been injured.

Naida Adra

Naida sat back slightly in her chair once Tomas was on his feet. She was surprised that Kas had helped him to his feet, it seemed much to kind an action for the older boy. Then again on the crowded train station there was little that Kas could openly do to hurt anyone. Naida could see that Tomas was nervous, more so than she would have thought.
She was just promising herself that she would ask him about it later when the door behind her slid open and someone clearing his throat made Naida turn in her seat.

Charlie Walker stood in the doorway, nervously gesturing towards one of the empty seats.
"Erm, Can I, erm, sit here?" He asked.
Naida nodded, a friendly smile on her face.
"Please, come and sit Charlie." She said. Charlie was a shy boy who Naida had befriended. She gladly indicated for him to sit, pleased to have something to distract her from the situation outside.
"How were your holidays? Are you very excited for the new year? I can't wait to be sorted." Charlie may have been shy but Naida was persistent when she set her mind to something.

As a mythic, a merperson in particular, this was Naida's first year at Hogwarts. She was extremely excited to be sorted into a house and to begin learning magic. The few students she already knew from Hogwarts had had nothing bad to say of the place. She knew a bit about the different houses too and, although any house would be fine, she had her heart set on Ravenclaw.

"Mona's stronger than she looks, sweetheart. Endurance of a fruit fly, though. Our nights are rarely long, I'm afraid."

Zach's eyebrows rose at the sentiment. It made sense that they would be together. They were so comfortable with one another. "I can't help but be a little disapointed." He said with a smirk. He truly was. They were both very beautiful. As they say, the best are always taken. It wouldn't stop him from flirting.

"My name is Mona. May I ask yours?"

Zach smiled at the girl. She was only a couple years younger than him, but her eyes seemed full of youthful wonder. Mona, as she introduced herself, was definitely a girl he would hang around.

Grabbing her outstretched hand, he replied, "Hi, Mona. I'm Za-" He cut off in surprise as her other hand stroked his hair. He stared at her in surprise.

"Please excuse me. I was raised in a barn."

He laughed in response, "That's quite alright. A beautiful girl like you can touch my hair any day." He shot a glance to the older girl in a fashion to let her know he was kidding and NOT encroaching on her girl.


"You do put in your best effort though, don't you?" Noelle responds casually to Knox, a smile pulling at the corner of her mouth at his comment. While his reactions are never as vivid as, say, Mona or one of the shyer individuals, they are generally sarcastic and, more often than not, he simply plays along with whatever her comment had been. This is fun in its own right, and is why he tends to be one of her favorite conversation partners. Few men can keep up with her without tripping over themselves, intoxicated by the presence of a Veela, and Knox is one of them- something she is appreciative for. There's a reason that she's friends with him, after all, and it's hardly because of his modesty- or therefore lack of. Not that she can talk. Noelle is a tremendously cocky person, as most who have met her will recognize, and reckless to boot. She's frequently in detention for her escapades, or else slipping out just in time to avoid punishment. It often seems as though she's putting forth her best effort to be the leader of this generation's Marauders, though whether she is successful in this is up for debate.

When Mona reacts with nothing but a nervous laugh and a scarlet blush, Noelle can't help but smirk at the girl's general shyness- or the fact that she reacts to every single comment in this manner, never seeming to build up a tolerance against it. This means that she is unlikely to ever be free of Noelle's teasings, because her favorite part of it is making people blush or squirm a little bit. She's not cruel, but she can't help but find such sights funny- especially because she, herself, doesn't exactly blush much, and is unlikely to ever react in such a way. She's too accustomed to herself for such reactions. Still, her eyebrows do shoot up once more when Mona suddenly reaches out and touches the hair of the stranger who had come over to check on her. Of course, seeing the look that Zach gives Mona and then her, Noelle begins to put pieces together and, as a consequence of such deductions, begins grinning once more. Well, no point in telling him otherwise, is there? she thinks, laughing to herself quietly.

Noelle reaches out and wraps her arm around Mona's waist, "Mona, you're making me jealous," she whines jokingly, glancing once more at Zach with a challenging gaze, though he had communicated, unnecessarily, that he wasn't trying to take Mona away from her. Noelle finds it funny, still, that he appears to believe she is together with Mona. Not that she would object to it, personally- Noelle is rather free with her affections, as far as people whom are within her circles go. She doesn't seem to really care much for the standards of what makes a person considered to be promiscuous, and in general is very open about anything she likes, wants, etc. As far as she is concerned, there isn't any other way to be.

"The train should be leaving soon, though. We should get to our compartment- I've already marked it. Would you like to join us, Zach? Can't part Mona from that hair, can we?" she jokes, releasing Mona's waist and beginning to walk towards the train. She doesn't look back to see if anyone is following her, because that has no effect on whether she continues or not.


When Naida indicates that he may sit, Charlie smiles, somewhat relieved, and steps into the compartment. He has, by this point, covered Jane's cage with a cloth to keep her quiet, which is necessary because she does tend to be rather noisy around strangers, not taking kindly to them. It isn't that his owl is shy, but that she tends to be very contrary in general, especially with people outside of the Walker family. All but a few are strangers to his familiar, even if she has met them on several accounts before. Anyway, as he slides into the seat just across from Naida, Charlie sets the cage down beside him, serving both as a way to keep Jane near him and to keep people from sitting next to him. This is not an action of dislike for people in any way, but a precaution taken because he is rather awkward around people in general, mostly, and doesn't want to increase the awkwardness by sitting next to someone he is not completely comfortable with.

"Cheers. Or, erm, thank you," he says, stumbling over his words slightly and ducking his head a little bit, hoping that he doesn't already look like a complete idiot. He gets along well with Naida, of course, but there is always the fumbling, especially for the first few seconds. It's like jumping off of a rock into a lake- maybe you've already done it once or twice before, but there is the surface paranoia surrounding anyway, despite positive experiences. When she asks after his Summer, Charlie smiles a little bit and runs his fingers through his hair, nervous despite knowing that there is no need to feel such a thing. Perhaps it is just beginning-of-school jitters again, or maybe it stems from the fact that there will be plenty of new people, strangers, in his year this school year. Hogwarts rarely has new students after first year, so he'll have to readjust to unfamiliar faces in his classes.

"Oh, it was good. Well, I mostly just stayed home, actually," the last part of his word fades out into it is barely above a whisper, and he seems to regret having said it. Now she'll think I'm an antisocial shut-in, he thinks sadly, disappointed with himself for putting across such an image, as he assumes that he has. "How was yours? Are you still hoping for Ravenclaw? Because, you know, Hufflepuff is really fantastic too," he says cheerily, redirecting the subject with some amount of smoothness. Of course, he tries to sell the idea of Hufflepuff, because the hat does take one's opinion into account, to some extent, and he would like for his friend to be in Hufflepuff with him, even if she's in a different year than he is.

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Mona Orson

Mona knew her silence made her an easy target for Noelle. She didn't mind the...affection when they were alone. It's not that she cared if people thought they were together, they often did no matter how she argued. Oh! I can't explain it she thought to herself. Her reaction to Noelle was one of life's mysteries that she has never been able to solve. She's just come to terms with the fact that she will never understand it.

Suddenly, her thoughts were interrupted as an arm slid around her waist. If possible, Mona blushed an even darker shade of red at Noelle's comment. She bit her lip, trying to stifle the nervous laughs, and settled with a half cough. "Sorry," she replied in a high pitched voice. Her stomach was flipping around in a manner that she didn't understand. Noelle took off towards their compartment. Not until making more remarks at Mona's expense.

Sometimes Mona wondered why she was friends with Noelle, but she knew it was a lost cause. Despite her near constant teasing, Mona thoroughly enjoyed being around Noelle. Besides, she was the only person that would explore the Forbidden Forest with her when she asked, no matter the time. In truth, Mona doesn't mind Noelle poking fun at her. Thinking back on her comments, Mona will often find the humor in them. It's just as they happen, she isn't sure what to do. Her brain shuts down. It's probably due to the Veela influence. Or at least, that's what she like to think.

Trying to to salvage a strand of self respect, she looked back at Zach. "Yes, please join us." Grabbing her things, she took off after Noelle, desperately hoping she didn't look like a lost puppy.

Once arriving at the compartment, she sat in her usual spot, next to Noelle. With her usual, light blush painting her cheeks, she lightly punched Noelle's arm. "Come on, man." She said with a smile, "You're so silly."

With that, she stowed Didymous and settled into her seat for the long ride.

Zach decided to join Noelle and Mona. Sitting alone was definitely not an option. He figured that the girls would entertain each other. Maybe he could sleep on the way. It's not like I know anyone else, he thought as he pushed his cart of things after Mona.

He watched her zigzag through the crowd after Noelle and smiled. That girl was obviously head over heels for Noelle. They definitely had chemistry. It wouldn't stop him from flirting. It's absolutely harmless. He didn't mean anything by it and thought Noelle did give him a challenging look, he knew she would be secure enough for the "competition."

He watched some of the other families as he passed, "scoping for the hotties" as his brother would say. Most of the girls he saw were first years, the older students had already boarded the train. Deciding that they were too young, he just picked up his pace to keep up with Mona. That short stuff was fast!

He arrived at the compartment with Saratine's cage in his hand. He set her on the floor. Ironically, the poor thing was terrified of heights. While that made sending letters near impossible, she was an incredible companion. The other two had already gotten settled as he arrived. He lounged on the bench opposite of them and smirked.

"Who's up for a little fun?" He said with a wink.


When Noelle boards the train, she passes by a few compartments. One holds a pair of twins and a ginger girl, another a familiar blond, Naida, and a familiar boy, Charlie, sitting opposite of each other. Finally, she reaches her own compartment, the window of which is still open. Of course, when she shuts the window, one can see the little message, or rather claiming, she had written on it. Her name is there in the cursive she had written it in only twenty or so minutes ago. The Hogwarts Staff is quick, but not quite that quick, and probably won't have it fixed until after all of the students have gotten off the train and made their way to the castle. I wonder if the new mythics will have to take the boats- they're kind of first years. probably not, though, Noelle muses to herself, before feeling a familiar brush against her heels. She looks down to see that Wilde had fallen asleep under the chair after she had popped out through the window to go and meet her friends. "Did I leave you behind? Sorry, buddy," she apologizes, petting the cat's now arched back. He nuzzles against her finger and then nips affectionately at it, making her smile.

She looks out the compartment door to find that Mona was just a bit behind her, hurrying after the elder student. Mona is three years Noelle's junior, two if one is only thinking school-wise, and often seems to be just a step behind Noelle. Not intellectually, of course, not at all. It's only because Noelle doesn't normally wait for people, and will just take off without warning, leaving the poor girl to have to chase after her in order to actually catch up. Of course, the fact that this is inconvenient, and rather rude, has never really occurred to the blonde student. A lot of things have never occurred to the girl, actually, much to the annoyance of several of her friends, teachers, and rivals. Of course, many of her friends are also her rivals, and vice versa. She has a competitive streak, after all, and the only thing better than a friend to have is, without a doubt, a rival- they constantly push you to improve, after all, even if they don't mean to. That's why she loves to have as many friend-rivals as she can- it makes things all the more thrilling.

Still, even though Mona rarely buys into Noelle's attempts to compete against her, she is a gem in her own right. After all, very few people are willing to go into the Dark Forest, let alone at night, but Noelle managed to seek out one of the only students who would join her on her more dangerous adventures. Exploring the Dark Forest is a good deal more fun with another person at your side- of course, so is detention.

When Mona slides into the seat beside Noelle and playfully punches her in the arm, Noelle merely sticks her tongue out at the girl and winks. "Hey, I don't see you complaining, little dove. If you don't want people to get the wrong impression, then tell them otherwise- or, hey, how 'bout you make a move on Elias?" Noelle suggests, wiggling her eyebrows playfully with a mischievous smile. Up until now, she hasn't given any hint of knowing that Mona has a little crush on the Ravenclaw nerd, but of course, very little stays secret from Noelle for long. She has ways of getting people to talk, after all, especially when it comes to the rumor mill- people are more than willing to spill the beans for batted eyelashes and a smile. Well, typically. It also helps when you've snogged them before- or just a second before asking questions.

When Zach slides in and immediately asks if they would be up for a bit of fun, Noelle raises an eyebrow and smirks. "Oh, dear, have we invited a dealer into our compartment? Bring a bit of blow for the trip?" she asks brightly.

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Mona bristled at the mention of Elias. She might have had a tiny, minuscule crush on the tall, nerdy young man. Noelle was always trying to to set Mona up with people. They were often too much in love with Noelle to pay her any attention though. It never really bothered her. Dating wasn't her style. She couldn't flirt worth a hoot and she'd only had a few dates that didn't go any further. It just wasn't something she did. She'd honestly rather be running through the forest than sitting at a dinner. Mona shuddered at the thought.

"They never believe me, anyway." Mona smiled at her friend, "I guess I don't mind. It keeps a lot of weirdos away from me." She avoided mentioning Elias. She knew nothing would ever come from it. Perhaps if she ignored it, it would go away. "Besides, then you'd have no one to tease incessantly." A giggle slipped out of her mouth as she covered it with her hand.

Hearing Noelle's reply to Zach, her eyes widened. She slammed her head into the palm of her hand. "Oh god, please be joking," She whispered to herself. She figured Noelle was, she'd never known the girl as a "junkie". However, just when you think you know her, she often surprises you.

Deciding to play it off, she replied, "Noe, please. We've already had too much today." Her face lighting up in humor. She stretched her back and leaned against the wall, resting her feet in Noelle's lap. "I think he meant some kind of game, dear." she added.

Zach arched his brow at the girl's suggestion. Is that what wizards are into? Mona hardly seems the type.

Oh god, please be joking

He chuckled at Mona's innocence. However, she surprised him with her further comments. She put her feet in the older girl's lap. When did she suddenly become brazen. Up til this point, he had only seen her blush and speak quietly.

"I'm not a dealer," he said with a laugh. "I meant something more fun and less... illegal."

He sat up in frustration. Is this train ever going to get moving? He thought as he growled. He was getting restless.

As a vampire, he wasn't a fan of the sun. It felt as though he had been in the sun for far too long. Even though he was inside the station at the moment, he was mentally preparing to spend hours in the sun. He grabbed a cloak from his trunk and wrapped it around himself, pulling up the hood.

He relaxed and smiled.


"Poor baby- did you have weirdos swarming over you before you met me?" Noelle asks with a smirk, partially curious but mostly just slightly amused. She laughs at Mona's comment about her not having anyone to bother and shrugs, putting on the most innocent expression that she can muster, "Whyever would you say something like that?" When her friend whispers to herself, something that Noelle can hear because she is sitting right next to her, the young woman rolls her eyes and leans against the seat, about to assure the pair that she is joking when Mona swings her legs around to rest them on Noelle's lap, joking about having had some earlier in the day. Noelle's face regains its amusement as she breaks into a smile once more, looking at her friend with a pleasantly surprised expression, because normally Mona is not the sort to play along with such a joke- one about something like doing drugs, anyway. Certainly not on the first day of school, especially, and they haven't even arrived yet.

Noelle glances over at Zach to find him surprised at Mona's act, though he's only known her for a few minutes of quietness, so his reaction is perhaps a bit more exaggerated than her own. "Oh, I'm kidding. If you were a dealer, I'd have booted you out to find a different compartment, of course," she assures him, but not before catching a frustrated expression he wears while straightening his back. "Back problems?" she inquires, but different ideas are already scrolling through her head like credits at the end of a movie. She's never seen him before, after all, so he may either be an underclassmen or a mythic. He doesn't look too much younger than her, of course, but still.

"A game, then? Alright, tell us about it, I suppose. Have to do something for the journey there, right?" she responds positively to the offer of a game, though the young woman remains curious about the unfamiliar guy before her. More likely than not, she'll ask him, but for now she's more interested in what may be a game, according to Mona's guess, because she has always loved games and competitions. She's an active member of the school's dueling club for a reason, and hardly shies away from risks in such things. After all, at least two of her friendships are based entirely on competition, one of which always has stakes and such for the winner and the loser. That's what makes it more fun, as far as she is concerned.

Noelle scratches at Wilde's ear again as he lays down at her feet to fall asleep there, as her lap is currently occupied by Mona's legs, leaving no napping place for the familiar. The young woman waits expectantly, observing Zach as he wraps himself up in a cloak without explanation. "Chilly, are you?" she asks absentmindedly, not really intending for the question to be answered. The train is maintaining normal temperatures, but she supposes that some people are more easily made cold. Probably not a werewolf, she muses, looking him over before leaning back in her seat.

"Yeah, Freezing," he replied a little blandly. While he liked these girls, and could easily see himself being good friends with them, he had only just met them. He felt it would be better for them to know the real him before they are bombarded with Stereotypes.

Vampires certainly weren't the most accepted of the Mythics. The clans from the Black Forest had done a great job of making sure of that. Even the most powerful wizard would cower before a raging vampire, but not all were like that. Take Zach for example, he lived with a muggle family. He hadn't once endangered their lives or hurt them in anyway, but he is forced to keep his true identity secret. Only the headmaster and his wizard guide knew. His father and mother were vampires, but were murdered in the raid soon after he was born.

After the wizarding world became known to the muggles, the vampires had become hunted targets. The muggle's stupid legends about vampires had driven the muggles with insane fear into a massacre. His parents had been one of the last victims before the end of the rampage. Ties are still strained between the two.

Zach shook his head, clearing it of such dark thoughts. "Well, I'm not one for trying to hard on games. It'll have to be something simple, I'm afraid. Any ideas?" He glanced back and forth between the two girls.

He gave a tight lipped smile to hide his fangs. Noelle seemed to be watching him a little closer than he would like. People, Magic and Muggle alike, usually had a sense for vampires. Centuries of false vampire legends probably caused it. He didn't want them to judge him if they found out too quickly.

Mona didn't seem to regard him with any fear or reservations. Maybe there was hope for him after all.