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Lavender A. Dippitt

"...Don't put my name in the goblet? Are you off your trolley?"

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a character in “Hogwarts: The TriWizard Tournament”, originally authored by hoodrattt, as played by RolePlayGateway

So begins...

Lavender A. Dippitt's Story

"What are you getting at?" Mumbled a slightly tired Lavender as she scurried towards the grand hall.
"What I'm getting at is you need more kip if you're going to be competing!"
"You being my patron now?" Lavender looked at the eager young Ravenclaw student.
"Completely mental are you? You'd be lost without one."
"What do you think I am, some sort of idiot?"
"Well I mean look at you, half asleep and a tick late for the welcoming ceremonies."
"Not as late as you, Mylor Mayfield."
"What are you - - - " The young boy's blue eyes lit up as Lavendar sprinted past him, books in hand.

A blur of Ravenclaw robes rounded the corner of the wide atrium and disappeared before Mylor's eyes. "Aye! Lavender! That's not fair!" came Mylor's cries. Through the doors Lavender went, one hand clutching, "The Rise and Fall of the Dark Arts", "A History of Magic", and other miscellaneous publications while her free hand fought to smooth her soft umber hair. Her fawn eyes, unclothed of their inertia and wide with excitement, scanned the assembly before she bravely entered. Glims suspended in mid air, the saccharine aroma of sweet bread and cinnamon slicking gale that traveled back and forth behind house ghosts. Then there were the visiting academies for the tournament, donned in their most beautiful uniforms. This is it! Look at the Beauxbatons! How lovely. Oh, oh! And the arrangements are just brilliant!

Roars of applause and jeering following whatever the headmaster had said about the goblet and the tournament masked Lavender in comfortable camouflage as she scurried towards the Ravenclaw table. When she glanced up to meet Sinistra's gaze, she was reassured and smiled persuasively, just a few teeth short of a grin as she lost her footing and went sailing into the stone floor.

Though pain scorched the right side of her face, she scrambled to her feet and gathered her books, muttering 'sorry' to no one in particular. Thankfully the hosanna was still all about and really, no one seemed to notice… Except for one particular person who was casting a sneering smirk her way, looking down at her with disapproval in his eyes. A polished black shoe pointed in her direction, beneath it a pair of particularly distinguishable green socks. "Thank you Grimm," she sighed defeatedly until on her knees where she stuffed her books under her arms. With great audacity, she stood at last and murmured, "You'd never guess that you're a self-proclaimed pureblood toff…"

"What did you say to me, you mudblood daft cow?!" Grimm Oglethorphe stood now, infuriated by the single offensive retort Lavender made in all of her years of his constant bullying.
"I didn't say anything, Grimm, I…"
"Family cock-up aren't you? Destroying a full-blooded family?"
"And I suppose you will be entering your name into the goblet to recondition your family's honor?" She boldly retaliated.
"What are you getting at?!"
"N-nothing," she stammered, his voice only then rattling her as she realized she had said far too much.

Grimm's aquamarine eyes narrowed down at Lavender but instinctively were diverted as if inclination told him to look away. His regard fell upon the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor who was staring at him with utter disfavor from behind the podium, seated at a long table beside other Hogwarts staff. Grimm straightened his robes and hissed, "Better clean yourself up, Dippitt."

It wasn't until he made this remark that the grand hall fell utterly inaudible and battalions separated mildly and foot steps halted. All eyes rested on the lustrous goblet, waiting to see who would be brave enough to enroll in the TriWizard tournament, the very tourney that robbed Cedric Diggory of his life a few years back. Tractably Grimm tucked in his cloak and sat back at the Slytherin table. Well isn't that funny, Grimm isn't budging. Lavender thought triumphantly as she stood silent amid tables of gawking students.

"Yeah Lavender!" A lone youthful, slightly squeaky voice called out to obliterate the quietude and encourage a fellow classmate. Following this ovation, Professor Sinistra discreetly nodded her head in approval as if beckoning Lavender and saying, "You're ready." But amongst the consent and support came the critical glare of the headmaster towards Mylor Mayfield of Ravenclaw, a far too avid student when it came to respecting quiet ceremonies. Lavender heard the swift 'swish' of Mylor pulling his robes around him and tucking himself into a table, hoping to disappear.

This is it…

With books stacked beneath her left arm, Lavender Dippitt brushed off her house garb and sucked in a large breath of air to hold as she approached the front of the hall, knowing she would barely be able to breathe. She only took a few steps as her feet braved her forward, leaving a slack-jawed Grimm Oglethorphe in her wake along with many other pupils who were thunderstruck as Lavender left the Ravenclaw table behind and did not seat herself. Had she had it her way, of course, she'd have simply snuck into the hall while all the world was quiet and relinquish the small, scribbly piece of paper with her name on it. But for once, her pride was at stake - and what would everyone think of her if her verbalized endorsement was for naught?

So past the alluring blue Beauxbatons and the Durmstrangs she went, fighting the urge to close her eyes in fear of facing scrutiny. A veil of cocoa hair shrouded her face as she stood on her tippy toes and all the hall fell soundless in her path. A small, fragile hand delved in her pocket for the small piece of vellum she had written up days ago. Of course, she didn't think - she wasn't sure, she'd actually be using it. Evidently little Lavender Dippit's heart was set on participating in the tournament but she herself doubted what she was capable of at times.

Looking over her shoulder beside the ablaze goblet, Lavender only saw a few witches and wizards despite being surrounded by hundreds as her feet weakened and threatened to let her fall. There was little first-year Mylor in the back, beaming straight at her and bobbing his head. Then there was Grimm, aghast. Closer to Lavender was a Beauxbaton girl, raven-haired with porcelain skin who seemed to be mulling something over herself as candle flame danced above her. Lavender, still with breath held, stood on her toes and bravely let the flames swallow her name and in a sense, her sovereignty - if she were to be chosen.

Quickly she turned away and began her return to the Ravenclaw table where classmates were whispering.

#, as written by Issa

Adie sat at the Gryffindor table, happily chatting to her friends as they waited for the other schools to arrived. Adie's gaze kept flicking up to where the TriWizard Goblet stood inactive. She couldn't help but grin, she had turned 17 only a week ago and would therefore be able to submit her name for the tournament.
"Stop looking so damned happy Ads!" One of her 16 year old friends moaned, "Why can't I have been born three months earlier?"
Adie just laughed and gave her friend a pat on the back.

At that moment the students from Durmstrang and Beauxbatons entered, causing the Hogwarts' students to suddenly hush. The three schools rarely saw each other out of the TriWizard Tournament so it was a new sight for most of the students.
The Hogwarts' Headmaster welcomed both schools and then stepped down to the Goblet. With a wave of his wand it burst into blue flames.

"This, is the Goblet of Fire. Any student who wishes to enter the tournament and is at least seventeen years of age, may write their name upon a piece of parchment and toss it into the fire before this hour on Thursday. From this moment on, the TriWizard Tournament has begun." His words sent a thrill through Adie's spine. Finally, the Tournament had began.

Already students were approaching the Goblet and entering their names. A seventh year Ravenclaw was the first from Hogwarts to put her name in, followed by two Durmstrang students. Adie, egged on by her friends, stood up and swiftly strode towards the Goblet. Butterflies were whirling around her stomach and she couldn't keep the excited smile off her face. As she approached the goblet, another student fell into step with her.

"I'll bet you a butterbeer that I'm picked for Hogwarts." Kye Reid muttered to Adie. Kye was a seventh year Ravenclaw and also a prefect. The two had known each other since early childhood, being neighbours and the children of magical families.
"One butterbeer?" Adie snorted, then she smirked up at Kye, "Fine. If I win you have to admit that Puddlemere United is in every way inferior to the Montrose Magpies."
Kye gave his own quiet laugh and would have replied but the two had now reached the Goblet. Together they stepped over the threshold and dropped their names into the goblet.
Stepping back and away Kye made one last remark to Adie before the two went to their own tables, "You've got yourself a bet. I'm going to enjoy that butterbeer while I watch PU beat the Magpies."
Adie just rolled her eyes and wondered back to her table.

Kye returned to his seat at the head of the Ravenclaw table, getting various pats on the back and 'good luck' calls as he did. Kye was competitive by nature, he liked to win and do well. If he was selected for the Hogwarts side then he would put everything he had into winning the cup. He had watched as the students before him had entered their names, analyzing their possible strengths and weaknesses. Of course he only had the general appearance of the Durmstrang students to go on, but it was a start. As for Lavender, a fellow 7th year ravenclaw, he hoped that if he or his friend Adie wasn't selected than at least another Ravenclaw.
"Good luck Lavender." He called down the table to her.

"Blimey! Ain't she got a clue what she's doing?" Whispered Elizabeth Crowley as the small-boned, potential TriWizard Cup contestant whisked past her, longing to cram herself between classmates and blend in again. Usually after submitting herself to some sort of embarrassment or discomfort, she'd have rushed to the library or her room. But Lavender had to admit to herself, she was excited to see who else would be putting their names in and taking the plunge, so to speak.

What appeared to be the open ceiling of the hall twinkled and flickered with the daubed, surreal image of a magnificent nighttime firmament. First years were commonly enraptured by the sight but, those older knew it was a simple spell and that the grand hall wasn't just some open, unprotected atrium. Candles danced in the ether above resplendent stretches of food and drink.

Slowly a line began to form by the goblet which was spitting and licking flames up into the hushed air like some sort of circus big top attraction. Broad-shouldered men from the visiting school undoubtedly, became scores in the queue of plucky young souls who fidgeted with pieces of paper wielding their names. And then there was the bumping, nudging pair of Ravenclaws that Lavender recognized as Kye Reid and Adeline Knox, known to be friends for quite some time.

"Why don't you eat somethin'?" Came a voice from beside where Lavender sat, an unidentified scholar from her house whom seemed to be concerned. He had almond-shaped green eyes and a crooked right fang. Offering no verbal reply, Lavender forced a smile and snatched a small sweet biscuit from a cascading mountain atop a tray which initially diverted her attention from the goblet. Her stomach gurgled, begging to be fed. Lavender's small digits picked apart the bread piece by piece as she anxiously surveyed the aspirants at the front of the hall once more.

At least two from each house volunteered themselves for the tournament. Her heart sank a bit. Of course once the competition was narrowed down, Lavender wouldn't be considered. As she watched them all go on, she began to doubt her abilities significantly.

"Good luck Lavender."

Just short of swallowing a piece of dough, Lavender's mahogany eyes swiveled at the mention of her name until they trained themselves on Kye Reid. Not completely sure what to make of his remark, the corners of her lips tugged into a closed-smile, cheeks full of bread. A solid 'gulp' was heard before she called down the table, "I'm going to need it if you've entered, heard you're rather brilliant in charms and what not." Silently she merged back in with the crowd of Ravenclaws, excusing herself from conversation as if sheepish for speaking.

"Going to need it if you've entered," mimicked Grimm a table away, "Like they'd choose some wonky mudblood to compete in the TriWizard tournament! What an oaf!" A roar of laughter erupted from his section of the Slytherin table as they all shook their heads at Lavender's expense. The Dippitt girl lowered her head and flipped through some books, clearing her throat and underscoring specific sections she was adamant about memorizing. Inescapably Grimm carried on with his tyranny, now feeling free of the Defense professor's black look. In turn Lavender gingerly sipped at some pumpkin juice and set two books on the table, already exhausted with being surrounded by Hogwarts folk and visitors alike where Grimm could make a fool of her.

Surprisingly, the first to enter was a seemingly timid looking young witch from Hogwarts, from what house, she wasn't entirely sure. She had cocoa colored hair and big brown eyes. She looked like she couldn't hurt a fly, Deirdre thought but the girl was walking with a sort of determination that made Deirdre smile, especially when what seemed to be a young student cheered, rather loudly for her. Good for you. She thought, watching as the girl returned back to her table, where her classmates seemed to be talking. A few others then went up to go enter their names in the goblet, including two Durmstrang boys. Watching everyone else enter their names, Deirdre wanted to sigh. You might as well just enter your name already, seems everyone else is. She thought to herself.

Just then, two more Hogwarts students began making their way up to the goblet, passing Deirdre as they did so. She smirked a little as she caught a bit of their conversation. They seemed to be betting on who they thought would be chosen, which amused her but at the same time she thought it nice - It seemed like friendly competition and at that moment she felt her hopes for her own social life begin to blossom.

She then rose to her feet and retrieved the now crumpled piece of paper which she had hastily scribbled her name (Barely legibly) onto from her pocket and began to make her way down to the goblet, keeping her expression blank. This would probably cause some confusion as to who she would be competing for, since she was still in her Beauxbatons uniform and had originally intended to wait to enter her name but she didn't really care all that much at the moment.

It only took her a moment to reach the goblet, thanks to her table's close proximity to it. Once she reached it, she looked into the crackling flames and without hesitation, slipped the parchment into the fire and gazing at it for a moment longer before turning swiftly on her heel and making her way back down to her table.

As she passed the Ravenclaw table on her way to her bench, she heard another Hogwarts entrant, the boy who had been making bets with another girl wish the timid looking one, apparently named Lavender luck. Hmm. People seemed to like her, she thought to herself. She was glad that she was being given support, since from the girl's response to him seemed as nice as Deirdre had first perceived her to be. What she heard next, stopped her in her tracks though. She turned her emerald green eyes onto the Slytherin who was now making jabs at the girl. Mudblood? Deirdre narrowed her eyes at that. She despised that filthy word and the purists who used it. No, she wasn't going to let that little weasel run his mouth. Unable to help herself, she slipped her wand out of her pocket and flicked it at the Slytherin boy's cup with the swiftness of a practiced witch. "Expelliarmus." She said, quietly but clearly and watched the cup tumble over and (hopefully) splash onto the little weasel's robes. She hoped none of the headmasters or professors saw that, as she doubted they would see that as reflecting well on Beauxbatons. "Watch your mouth." Deirdre hissed at him, her voice cool. She then turned her gaze to the Lavender girl. "Best of luck to you." She said, her voice for once lacking sarcasm.

Alison had made it to the mess hall late, having lost track of time when sketching along the lake. She had drawn the carriages as they flew in, the horses that carried them invisible to her hazel eyes. Long lashes batted playfully at her friends from afar, seeing them beckon her over as soon as she caught their eye. Pushing others down aggressively, the boys in her group made sure she had a place to sit, squeezing in a narrow gap between Ashlee and Naomi. "What I miss?" She asked, setting her books beneath her seat.

An amused expression was tossed to her brother from Naomi, and before the girl could explain why, Grimm's voice dripping with acid explained enough to Alison. "Going to need it if you've entered...Like they'd choose some wonky mudblood to compete in the TriWizard tournament! What an oaf!" Alison needn't even look to see who he was talking to. For the past few weeks there had only been one girl Grimm insisted on pestering. Glancing over her shoulder, Alison sent a semi apologetic look to Lavender, but quickly faces her friends as they heckled with laughter at her brothers poor humour.

"What in bloody 'ell?!" Jumping to his feet, Grimm made a scene as a cup of his juice was spilled onto his lap. Red flushed his face as he turned to the girl with hair dark as night as she hissed a warning for him to behave. Their friends egged him on, and Alison could recognize the spite written in Grimm's expression. He didn't take kindly to being told what to do, especially by someone he had never met before a day in his life. Before the situation could escalate any further, Alison was at her brothers side. Their circle quieted, as if there was a show going on before their eyes. It repulsed her how these people thrived on drama.

Gripping his forearm forcefully, Alison stood on her tiptoes and leaned forward to speak in a low voice into Grimm's ear. "Not here, not now." She said simply, and although it may have seen like a malicious suggestion, Alison knew how her brother worked. He didn't respond to rational thinking, only to scheming and underhand planning, it was the only way to make him postpone overreacting. Flexing his fingers into fists, as his cold eyes bounced from the ebony haired she-devil and the victim of his taunts. After a moment of contemplation, wordlessly he turned back to his friends and sat down. Looking at the girls, feigning indifference, Alison pursed her lips and raised her eyebrow at the new face. "Just a word of advice, keep your parenting skills to your future ill bred spawn, we have a mum already."

Without caring what the girl had to say for herself, Alison returned to her table, picking at her plate. Laughing, Naomi nudged her, "Damn mudblood lovers always trying to stand up for their little pets. You sure told her." The rest chuckled along, and Alison forced a smile as she nodded, stuffing a forkful into her mouth. Glancing once again at the Ravenclaw table, Alison felt herself sympathize for Lavender. Alison knew how cruel Grimm could be, a victim to his torture as a child. There was something wrong with Grimm, but really there was something wrong with the Oglethorpe's, herself included. Shoving down the guilt, Alison laughed along as Sean made a joke about the half breed he was partnered with in potions.

#, as written by Issa
Kye Reid & Adeline Knox

Kye leaned forward in his seat as Lavender called back down the table, "I'm going to need it if you've entered, heard you're rather brilliant in charms and what not." Kye grinned back in reply and gave a shrug. His friend beside him gave Kye a nudge in the ribs,
"Birlliant at charms, aye?" Kye's friend Oslo chuckled, "Didn't you get one of the top scores in the class?"
Kye shrugged again, he couldn't lie. He was good at charms, the incantations that one learnt in that class were necessary when dueling and Kye, being one of the heads of the Hogwarts' Dueling Club, made sure he did his best in the subject. He was a true Ravenclaw in that respect, he would put all his effort into achieving and doing well. When he had sat his O.W.Ls he had studied long hours before each exam and his results had been his reward.

A snide comment from a neighbouring Slytherin, a boy named Grimm, pulled Kye's attention away from his friends and the food on his plate and towards the disturbance. The boy's taunt of Mudblood to Lavender was shocking to hear in the Great Hall. No doubt Grimm thought the teachers at the head table were well out of hearing distance but the boy hadn't counted on other students leaping to the muggle born girl's defense.
Kye barely caught the spell that a dark haired girl cast but he saw the result, the cup Grimm was drinking from spilled over onto the boy's robes. Grimm leapt to his feet. His anger was clear and if it hadn't been for the appearance of another Slytherin girl, his sister Kye guessed, than something was sure to have happened. As it was the other Oglethorpe sibling, Allison, stopped her brother and then made her own cutting remark towards the dark haired girl before sitting back down.

As a prefect Kye was meant to help keep the peace. He was meant to stop students fighting and from using magic in the corridors. The whole situation had come and gone almost too quickly for him to do anything. The girl who had cast the spell, who was wearing a Beauxbatons' uniform, had techhnically broken the rules too but given the circumstance Kye decided to let this one slide.. He had enjoyed Grimm's expression of surprise as the cup had spilled over him.

From where Adie was sitting, at the Gryffindor table, she couldn't make out any of what was said from the Slytherin table. Nor did she see the spell that the dark haired, Beauxbatons girl either. It wasn't rare for Slytherin's to mock students, especially the ones who thought purebloods were so much better than muggleborns. Even after voldemort had been defeated the views on magical blood were still held by a lot of the pureblood families. Her mother's grandparents also seemed to think that muggleborns shouldn't be associated with, hence their initial anger when Adie's mother had married one.
"Adie? Adie!" Adie was jerked out of her thoughts by Jeanna, her friend, insistently tapping her on the shoulder.
"What?" Adie asked, pulling her eyes away from the scene and towards her friends.
"What did it feel like? Putting your name in the goblet I mean." The question brought a smile to Adie's face,
"It felt like I had grown from a small, defenseless child into a powerful, confident witch." Adie said, straight-faced. Jeanna pulled a face and giggled. Adie's face eventually gave way to a grin as well, before she let her attention be drawn back to the goblet and the large number of other students who were putting their names in. There certainly were a lot of them going for it, she wondered how the goblet actually chose the champion for each school. Was it just luck?

Generally around such a time of year, despite her lack of zeal for most things involving herself, Lavender would be swollen with glee because of her upcoming birthday. Sable eyes rolled upward to peer curiously at the tapers which jounced at a leisure pace while ghosts passed beneath. Wonder what Mum is going to send this year, she pondered to herself and finished her pumpkin juice. The glass refilled itself and edged towards her waiting hand. Aside from the interaction that just occurred between herself and fellow classmate Kye, Grimm's jabbing and the occasional conversing with professors, Lavender wasn't much of a talker.

Without a smidge of shame, Mylor spotted Lavender's coffee tresses and nearly leapt across the Ravenclaw table to get to her. He was practically sitting in her lap like an agog toddler when he forced room to be made for himself. His slightly shaggy chestnut hair veiled his eyes until he puffed upward and solicited Lavender for information, "Were you scared? Did the flame burn you?"

Lavender's reply was postponed as her inspection once against crossed the Beauxbaton girl with ebony hair and ivory skin that had a glow which would make anyone want to touch it. She approached the goblet as it sizzled, snapping flames and swallowing designations. Obstinacy laced her expression as she unhanded a small piece of paper that the inferno gobbled happily, causing Lavender to simper with approval and admiration. With Beauxbaton trademarked grace, the girl turned on her heel and paced away from the chalice and advanced the Ravenclaw table.

"It didn't burn me, bet you're gutted you are."
"A bit! Hey, do you think you'll be one of the chosen?" He eagerly ventured.
"Really doubt it, what with other Ravenclaws entering who are prefects."
"Absolute tosh, Lavender! Your O.W.L.S were beastly!"
"Seems not to matter when you're a half breed…" She sighed.
"You talking about that useless knob Grimm? He ought to shut his gob, I mean honestly!"

Grimm's head snapped in their direction, a scheming slander short of escaping his mouth as the Beauxbaton girl came out of nowhere. His eyes turned steel as she glowered at him. The entire stare-down made Lavender fidget with discomfort, anticipating what would happen next, then…


Grimm was up in tumults at the girl's retaliation that caused his pants to be drenched - what she was retaliating for, nobody could be sure. But visceral as she was, Lavender bit back a smile and nodded with appreciation, "Th-thank you. And to you as well." Her black tresses almost disappeared down the latitude between Slytherin and Ravenclaw when Grimm's sister rose to her feet and rushed to her brother's aide, briefly maligning the Beauxbaton before sitting back down beside a fellow Slytherin who snipped some insult about mudbloods and their proponents.

Lavender sagged in posture, her hand falling away from the binding of, "A History of Magic." Mylor glanced at her, then back at Grimm and, for once said nothing. He picked up on Lavender's chagrin and simply patted her back, "You're a brilliant witch, Lavender Dippitt. Everyone knows that."

Softly, she elbowed the first-year away and abandoned her books as she stood from the table and hastened away from the noise and occupants of the hall. Mylor frowned a bit, looking after her and gathering her books in his arms to return to her at a later time. Once far enough away, Lavender stopped a few feet from the girl's lavatory in a hallway lined with mirrors, a fair distance from the grand vestibule where she quickly plummeted from conquest to embarrassment. A small hand lifted to press some hair from her face, scrutinizing her reflection. Elitist purebloods considered her a sinful creation, something polluted and unclean. But now this much was publicized thanks to Grimm, his sister and his friends. Everyone saw what happened.

ImageWhat Lavender saw in the mirror didn't appear much different from anyone else in her eyes, anyway. The weight of her ingress and the insults she received caused her to quietly inhale and exhale as tears rimmed her burnt sienna eyes. She stood alone in the quiet entryway.

"You stop it now. Don't you cry. He's just a bit shirty and it'll get sussed in no time. Bloody bullying never got to you before." She spoke softly to herself, whispers echoing in the hall like ghostly rustles.

Sonny Oglethorpe

Eventually most people had calmed down, the tension passing. Grimm had began to unstiffen, though he continued to throw dirty looks to the young women who had scorned him. Alison found his skittish behaviour pestering and distracting, despite her friends cracking jokes around them. Once he huffed with distress, like a displeased infant. Rolling her eyes, Sonny dropped her silverware so it clattered onto her plate. "You are such a bloody baby."

Gathering her things, Sonny somehow managed to seem still face as she readied to leave. Annoyed, her brother grabbed her arm, pulling her close. "If memory serves right, you're the baby." Yanking her arm back, Sonny gave her sibling an expression that let him know she didn't have the patience for his antics today. Straightening her gray and silver tie, she narrowed her eyes down at Grimm.

"Don't force me to make a fool of you, Grimm - I really don't want to have to do that." Her tone had dropped, low and serious. Once the silence between herself and Grimm indicated she had won this stand off, she draped her cloak over her fore arm that gripped her books as if they were a life line. As she walked away, her black pleated skirt swished against the back of her silken thighs, having hemmed the fabric to a suggestive length like most fast girls her age did.

She felt some eyes on her as she walked out, wether it was from the confrontation with her brother or because she looked damn great in a gray sweater vest over a white Oxford button down she didn't care. It wouldn't be long before everyone else was released back to their dormitories, and if Sonny wanted to make it back before their curfew, she would have to move quickly. Her black penny loafers padded down the halls at a rapid pace before rounding onto a vast hall.

Checking that no one had followed her, she slowly paced down the hall, eyes closed. "I need a place to unwind, a place to be me..." She thought, taking slow yet deliberate steps.

It wasn't so much as she heard the door appear as much as she felt it. Molding before her was a red oak door, ornate designs carved into the wood. Bearing a grin of satisfaction, Sonny made sure to check both ways before turning the brass knob and entering her haven. The room was all white, with an easel and art supplies in the middle of the room. Although there were bean bags strewn casually around the room, they served no purpose since Alison always appeared here alone. It didn't seem like much at first, but that was because Alison was looking too hard at first.

With a purpose, Alison walked to the easel. With every step, where her foot made contact with the floor, a prismatic range of colors would bloom around her foot, sending out ripples of colors and patterns. Soon intricate patterns were being drawn across the room by some unknown force, colors blending and crossing over each other. It was beautiful in an abstract way, and Sonny's hands began to work to keep up. As if an extension of herself, the brush swept across the canvas with a purpose. Every stroke was intentional and part of the big picture. Sonny remembered a quote she had once read from a muggle book, in art, there are no mistakes.

There was something oddly relieving in that thought, that no matter what may come along that she in no way could mess up. It was all about her own interpretation on things, liberating her mind. What was funny about the world of magic was that they held all the discipline and structure while the muggles inhabited wonder and curiosity. Supposedly themselves were the ones liberated, shaking her head, Sonny stood back to look at her creation. It wasn't much, but it was her own expression, and that was enough for her. Sighing, the spindly blonde put away her painting, and did her best to wipe off the paint that stained her fingers. Unaware of the time, she couldn't have been gone longer than thirty minutes. Perhaps there was still some time to kill before she would have to return to her home infested with snakes. Praying she wouldn't run into anyone in her circle and be forced into another pathetic excuse for a conversation. Sonny quite enjoyed the alone time she stole from her housemates, it was in this time she was able to reflect on things, think out her daily dilemmas. Sighing, Sonny rounded the corner to see nearly headless Nick. Although the Bloody Baron was the ghost who represented her house, Sonny much preferred the company of Nick - who was much friendlier. Plus he remembered her name even though she wasn't in his house. "Roaming the halls again, young Alison?"

He had stated the obvious, yet the blonde nodded along, keeping pace with the ghost as he continued. "You know there used to be a bunch of scallys who would always be in 'ese end of the halls...only one reason though." Giving her an all knowing look, it was all the girl could do not to smile at the fragment of a man. Before she could respond, the ghost asked, "I wonder what your reason is?" Before floating off and out of view.

Pursing her lips, Sonny pushed the allusive behaviour of the ghost out of her mind before letting herself fall into a respective fast paced step. She would look into the photographs of the frames she passed, nodding at those she had spoken to before on one of her walks. It probably wouldn't be long until those within the great hall would be dismissed, and if she wanted to avoid those from her house Alison knew the halls to avoid of the most common routes Slytherins would take from the hall to their dorms. Hopefully she would be able to sneak past everyone later on and avoid talking about what had happened at the great hall. Honestly she was so fed up with the bull shit her brother kept starting, and the boy was such a coward at heart. He probably didn't even enter in the triwizard tournament, she made a mental note to ask later.

Not that Sonny could blame him if he didn't. It was a very intimidating competition, and besides even if Grimm entered his name he wouldn't be chosen. Sonny trusted the goblet had better judgement then that. She was of age, but the whole idea of battling it out seemed too old school for her. Sure she excelled in the Duel team tournaments, but when it came to genuine competition Sonny wasn't very good at forcing herself to care. But it didn't hurt just to put her name in, right? If she wasn't meant for it, then her name wouldn't be called. If her name was called, well....

The Slytherin boy leapt to his feet, his face flushed bright red, clearly going to be making a scene of it. Deirdre rolled her eyes. She hadn't expected anything less from this type - over dramatic, those kind. She couldn't stand them at all and the fact he was a pureblood elitist disgusted her to no end - She herself was a pureblood, but she felt no overwhelming sense of pride in it at all, she honestly wouldn't care if she was muggle born. She based her respect for everyone on their skills and actions, like her mother and father had taught her. The boy's little circle seemed to encourage him to do something, probably to 'teach her a lesson'. She just looked at him, waiting for him to do whatever it was he was planning to do - right now he looked infuriated, like an irritable child. Suddenly, a blonde girl was at his side and Deirdre wasn't sure if she was going to assist him or try to get him to back down. When she gripped his arm and said something to him in a low voice that Deirdre didn't catch, she relaxed and merely looked at the two with a raised brow. Upon looking at the girl a bit closer, she wondered if she and the boy were siblings - they certainly did resemble each other rather a lot. If they weren't, she'd be surprised. Looking back at him cooly, she watched as he finally slithered back to his friends. Turning her gaze back to the blonde, Deirdre kept her expression cool and seemingly disinterested. Hmm. Apparently she was right, the two were siblings. A smirk touched her rosy lips at what the girl said, unable to help but be amused. "Believe me, I wouldn't want to be your mother." She told her, honestly and then turned back to the Ravenclaw table, sliding her wand back into the pocket of her uniform.

Deirdre nodded once at the Lavender girl's words. "Thanks." She said and then turned to leave, but paused. "Don't pay any mind to them. They're just stuck up little prats." She told her and then glanced at the rest of the Ravenclaws briefly, two other brown haired girls who appeared to be about the same age as she was along with a boy which hadn't spoken and had blonde hair. And what appeared to be a first year student. "Good luck to you as well." She said, turning her emerald green gaze back to the older male at the table who she'd seen enter his name earlier. She then began walking back to her table, receiving curious looks from the other students. She didn't really want to be sitting with the Beauxbatons but she didn't have much of a choice at the moment. Oh well, at least the food looked good, she thought as she took a sip of her pumpkin juice. One of the first things Deirdre wanted to do now that she was at Hogwarts, was join the Dueling Club. Whenever given the chance to duel, she had enjoyed it greatly and the idea of getting to do it more often was exciting to her - also, if that Slytherin boy was in the club, she'd love to have the opportunity to knock him on his ass. Deciding to take her thoughts elsewhere, she recalled the paper she had been reading earlier, in the carriage. She had picked up the most recent Daily Prophet and had been startled at what was on the front page. A report on the murder of a family a little ways from Hogwarts, but what Deirdre had found to be particularly eerie about the murder, was what had been written on the walls of their home and was captured with a photograph: A savior has risen. The message made her want to shudder. The murder was being investigated heavily, apparently there was leads connecting it to a dark wizard who they had been chasing for a couple of months. "A savior has risen"...What the bloody hell did that mean?

Alexi let out a short whistle after the headmaster’s introduction. Of course he had read about the previous Triwizard tournament, but actually being a part of it was something new altogether. And it seemed Beauxbatons was still trying to show off as much as before. He suppressed the urge to mock them, no doubt there would be plenty of opportunities for that later. Their previous participation had after all been rather embarrassing. Last place until Voldemort’s return derailed the tournament. He hoped it would be the same this year. While he didn’t really care for Durmstrang, they at least had the decency to sit at the right table. Their table.
Still, a muscular Durmstrang student seemed eager to leave. Alexi tried to memorize the man’s face. One thing was for sure, he was different, though a bit asocial. He at the very least had drawn Alexi’s attention, which was more than could be said for those Beauxbaton peacocks.
As he saw the people line up, a satisfied smirk appeared on his face. Now this was the opportunity of a lifetime. If he could somehow end up being chosen, he might not only be able to make a name for himself, but also one for his house. Slytherin had been reviled enough the last years after Voldemort. And actions like Grimm’s didn’t help either. It was stupid and without style. Showing such discord in the presence of other schools, it was simply disgraceful.

He gave Victoria a quick thumbs up when he saw her enter her name. He turned towards his neighbour on his left, a tall guy named Bors. They got along quite well, even though Bors was a bit more vocal about his views on purebloods and the rest of the wizarding society.
“She might make it you know. I wouldn’t mind too much, I’d rather have a Slytherin than any of those other houses,” he mumbled, sipping from his pumpkin juice.
“Are you not going to enter Alexi?” Bors replied, “I’d say this is just the competition for you. Besting dragons, humiliating foreigners and so forth,” he added.
“Of course I will,” Alexi responded, grinning, but I’m just waiting till the line is a bit shorter. Besides, this way I can keep tabs on anyone entering. Those two Durmstrangs looked capable enough but I think,” his conversation was cut short when the girl in Beauxbatons uniform passed and did a slight gesture with her wand. Alexi had almost missed it.
“Did you see that? Looks like Beauxbatons is already showing off,” he whispered, grinning, “though it was about time someone put Grimm in his place. I just hope this doesn’t cause an international dispute,” he added, only partially joking. It would be extremely embarrassing if Slytherin would be battling Beauxbatons on day one. At least Alison intervened before things got uglier, though her comment had hinted af quite some future trouble. As the rest of their table resorted to their traditional rude comments on mudbloods, Alexi scribbled his name on a piece of paper. He was no longer willing to hear it. He shoved his chair back and walked up to the goblet. He wasn’t sure whether purebloods like himself were superior. Even if they were, but the whole show surrounding it was starting to get awfully dull. It was all fine to close the ranks, but his house sometimes took it too far.
Alexi paused in front of the goblet and slowly held up the paper before ceremoniously dropping it in the goblet. He made a quick bow and returned to his table. The show had begun.
“I’m sure you’ll get picked Alexi,” Bors commented, “after all, I’m not participating.”
“Oh really? I’m sure Hogwarts has lost a potential champion, so why stayout of it? Did you forget how to write your own name?” Alexi retorted. They both knew all too well Bors wasn’t cut out for these competitions. He was a great wizard and a fearsome duellist, but he lacked creativity and that was something no doubt required for this tournament. Alexi leaned back and resumed his survey of the hall.

“Where did that Ravenclaw girl go to? Think she’s okay?” Alexi asked, slightly worried. Grimm’s bullying wasn’t something most people brushed aside easily.
“The one Grimm picked on? Who cares? She’s no pureblood like us. She should be glad she’s even allowed to attend the school at all,” Bors bellowed loudly, “that Beauxbatons girl should be glad Alison intervened, otherwise Grimm would have blasted her into pieces!” he slammed his fist on the table. Some nearby Slytherins clapped him on the back but Alexi just sighed.
“I’m not so sure about that Bors. Let’s not underestimate her just yet,” Alexi muttered softly. That little spell had revealed quite some skill, “we might be purebloods, but that doesn’t mean we win by default,” he emptied his cup and sighed, “I suppose I should go welcome these newcomers? As the future Hogwarts Triwizard tournament representative I might as well get to know my opponents. Then again, I’m liking my current chair quite a lot. If anyone really wants to talk to me, they might as well get over here,” he concluded as he refilled his cup.

“Say, did anyone read the daily prophet today?” he asked loudly, not aiming his question at anyone in particular. He just hoped someone would pick up on it. Bors did it, but unfortunately he had mostly looked at the quidditch results.
"I didn't mean the stupid quidditch game! I meant the murder!" Alexi replied brusquely, quickly giving his friend and the other nearby Slytherins a resume.

Scottie Douglas

Scottie watched as a mild witch from her own house became the first to put their name in the goblet. She couldn't quite remember the other witch's first name, but she did enjoy muttering "Good luck Dippit" through a smile as the girl made her way back. She noticed something going on, but a bunch of students were between her and the commotion. All she really saw and heard was a Slytherin boy jumping up covered in his drink. Scottie shrugged, and turned her attention back to where the goblet was, as other students were moving forward to put their names forward. She wondered to herself who would get in.

Delmont Ardoin

Delmont moved forward after the initial girl from the blue house had put her name in The Goblet, one hand in his pocket wrapped around the parchment with his name. He didn't really pay any attention to what was happening, and easily tuned out the words in the still slightly unfamiliar language. He remembered his parents before he left, simultaneously proud and somewhat afraid of him deciding to put his name forward. His sisters had been more dubious, Raquelle, the second youngest, had been dead set against Delmont doing it. Thankfully, a solemn oath that he would make sure to come back had convinced her to let him go, else he'd never have dislodged her from his side. He dropped his name into the flames, before ducking back out of the group of applicants.

Kaylee Schaefer

Kaylee watched as drama, as always, interrupted the festivities. Although she couldn't see very well, Kaylee managed to spot Grimm and the Beauxbaton girl that was transferring to Hogwarts. Seeing Lavender leave just a few minutes later and the ebony-haired girl move to go sit with the Beauxbatons. Stepping over the bench seat clumsily, she practically bounced across the hall to reach the vicinity of the Beauxbaton's table and the dark-haired girl.

Adjusting her fedora, Kaylee tapped the girl on the shoulder and smiled. "Hi, I'm Kaylee from Hufflepuff house. You're the transfer student, right? You can come sit with me and my house if you'd like. I promise we don't bite!" she held out a hand to the girl, offering assistance to step over the bench seat, should the girl accept her offer.

Innes Ross

Innes didn't quite catch the start of the ridicule from one of the boys at the Slytherin table, but he saw the aftermath. The girl had quickly left the Great Hall, leaving behind her books. Standing up, he went to collect her books, pausing and casting a disproving glance toward the group of Pureblood Elitists as he went by.

"Nothing is brought about by blood. You're not perfect or superior just because you're a Pureblood. You're still a person, just like the rest of us, regardless of your blood." he continued on, collecting the girl's books and quietly asking one of the students what the girl's name was.

Nodding his thanks to the student who supplied the requested information, he headed out of the hall, crimson robes swishing quietly with each step. In the hallways, he stopped. He didn't even know his way around the school to have the faintest idea of where the girl could have gone. Shaking his head, Inness picked a direction and started off, walking as fast as he could without outright running. Luckily, he seemed to have gone the right way and eventually found himself entering a hall of mirrors. Seeing the girl looking quite upset as she looked in one of the mirrors, he cautiously approached her.

"Ah.. Lavender, was it? I wanted to make sure you were okay. From what I heard, that boy was way out of line. If there's anything I can do.." he trailed off, not entirely sure what else to say.

Just moments ago, there went Lavender before the grace of the headmaster and visiting academies, brave enough to be the first to put her name in the goblet. And from where she stood before the mirror then, she was a mere fraction of the valiant Ravenclaw soul who was so bold as to be the earliest aspirant of the TriWizard tournament. But, never so petty as to wallow in self pity, she found herself ashamed of her tears. With the sleeve of her robe, she roughly patted her cheeks dry and took a deep breath.

Once again she dared to put her head in an ascending motion, meeting the reflection of a half-muggle girl with discoid sepia eyes and slightly rosy cheeks. If there was anything improper, sinful or contaminated about her - it was that she was allowing bloody Grimm Oglethorpe to get to her.

Taper flames danced in their position, suspended in small mountings on ancient chandeliers overhead. Shadows convulsed on the walls, something that used to trick Lavender when she was still fairly new to the school. Often she'd look over her shoulder and scurry back to the commons at breakneck speed. She'd long outgrown the birdbrained fears of a new student, but failed to overcome the apprehension towards the dark. And the damned candles weren't much help where that was concerned.

Stilled hush imbibed the mirror-decorated foyer. Lavender sighed longingly, aching to speak with her mother to efface her self doubt. She knew that it was a grave matter, keeping confidence in herself especially in wearisome times. Halwyn and Ambrosia would be disappointed if they knew their 'tough little girl' was falling victim to some imbecile remarks and uncertainty about her origin. Nonetheless, Lavender stared into her reflection with her eyes slightly narrowed. Eager fingers delved inside her Ravenclaw finery to retrieve her wand.

"Deprimo!" The small girl whispered with determination, her switch pointed at the mirror.

A metallic 'squeak' was heard as the bolt in the stone loosened and the looking glass wavered a bit before crashing onto the floor, reverberating against the repetition of the murmured spell. It disintegrated rapidly but was all at once, swallowed by the silence that haunted the halls.

Lavender had jumped back a bit when the glass shattered, but stood stark still in the aftermath. It wasn't until she felt a presence that her eyes pinned themselves wide and shot to her right where a hale and hearty young man was approaching. Durmstrang, she thought to herself and suddenly became filled with panic. It was embarrassing enough to have been insulted by Grimm in front of everybody let alone be caught destroying mirrors in the corridor while everyone else ate and celebrated. The last thing she needed was some boy from the visiting school thinking Hogwarts was full of milksops.

"Ah… Lavender, was it? I wanted to make sure you were okay. From what I heard, that boy was way out of line. If there's anything I can do…"

Quietly she pivoted a bit to face him, taking notice to the books he held in his hands. Rather thoughtful. Coercing a weak smile, Lavender only nodded and curtsied a bit to show her due regard and gratitude. She fought the urge to kick away the fragmented glass as she spoke softly, "It's nothing really - right gobsmacked I was is all… That all that happened in such a short time. No matter. I'm alright, thank you for checking on me and bringing my books."

She turned away from him, disconcerted to be seen by a visitor in the heart of her insecurities. "What's your name?" Pausing, she lifted her wand again.

"Reparo." One by one, shards of looking glass became buoyant. Up into the air they came, defying gravity and assembling themselves at remarkable speed until the mirror was whole again. As lovely as ever, the gold-adorned frame redeveloped.

Vladimir was drawn from his wondering of how to arrange for food after he left the hall. This process was interrupted when a certain girl ran out of the hall, emotional turmoil from what he could sense. On reflex, he began after her...but Innes was way ahead of him. This left him to swallow a small bout of frustration from his own uselessness. His lack of a voice left as a poor comforter at best and things would get worse if he left too. Furthermore, if he let his emotions run wild there was not telling whether his magic would run with it... an event that had occurred before.

To cover for his motion, he went towards the Gryffindor table. In his opinion, their red borders were more suited to the crimson Durmstrang robes than the Slytherin green. This also let him gather more information, the Hufflepuffs and Gryffindors were of particular interest to him in this competition. The chivalrous and family like atmospheres were rather absent at Durmstrang which was full of the over clever and ambitious like Ravenclaw and Slytherin.

Strangely enough, he didn't even need to try to communicate for a space to be made for him to sit. It left him opposite of a blonde girl, one he believed had also put her name in the Goblet of Fire. A quick glance revealed no free cup nearby him, but he was able to pull on to his hands with a quick Summoning Charm. To another experienced magic user, no much of a feat... but it was one of the few spells he could also perform wandless. As a gesture of good faith, he held out the drink for a toast. A quick nod of his head towards hers was used to indicate his intentions. After all, since the two of them could end up competing against each other, a bit of good will made for a better show. In case some form of true communication was genuinely needed, he attempted to make eye contact. That way he could send his thoughts to her quickly and efficiently, granted a bit less convenient than truly being able to speak.

Faye Vess

Faye sat quietly at the Ravenclaw table as the events unfolded. She sat towards the head of the table, close to the other seventh years and welcomed the new first years like a good prefect should. She watched intently as the Headmaster announced their visitors and about the Triwizard Tournament. For a moment, she considered entering herself, but her attention was drawn back as Lavender from her house boldly stepped forward as the first entrant. While Lavender wasn't her best friend,(that title belonged to Cerridwen Kettleburn) she could consider them good friends. She clapped for her along with a few other students, but then the whole business with Grimm happened. She was angry, not only because he bullied her friend, but also for what he called her. It was distasteful and disrespectful, but then again when had Grimm ever been classy and respectful in the first place? Faye herself had been subject to his name-calling on more than one occasion, but she had grown used to it and never took anything the arrogant brat said to heart. She wanted to put him in his place, but how to do so without drawing any attention to herself? Her problem was soon solved for her by a girl from Beauxbatons. When the prestigious academy first arrived, Faye's first thought was how vapid the school must be, but after the raven-haired girl's display of chivalry, Faye found she had new respect for them.

Faye listened as best she could from her spot as Grimm's sister Alison rebuked Lavender's savior. She chuckled at the Beauxbaton's girl response, which was very clever. She glanced back as Alison reclaimed her seat with her group of lackeys. While Grimm didn't scare her, his sister was another matter entirely. She seemed intimidating to Faye, though she had no real reason to fear her.

Faye's attention was brought back as Kye, her fellow prefect, went to submit his own name into the Goblet with the girl he always hung around with in Gryffindor. As more and more people gathered and put their name in the Goblet, Faye couldn't help but wonder if she should enter as well. After a few moments of deliberation she decided she would come later, when no one else was around and enter. After all, her father would be immensely proud of her if she was selected. She smile to herself and sipped at her pumpkin juice as Cerridwen spoke about whether or not she should enter. Unbeknownst to Cerridwen, Faye's attention was not on her, it was watching as Lavender left the table upset followed by a Durmstrang boy. Another Durmstrang boy boldly went and sat with Kye's friend, Adeline.

Alistair Webb

Another prefect, Alistair, sat happily chatting with his friends at the Hufflepuff table. He was seemingly oblivious to the events of the Ravenclaw table, even though the Great Hall had quieted to eavesdrop. As he looked to the professors at the Head Table, disapproval was written all over their faces at Grimm's actions. For Grimm to act that way in front of the visiting foreigners was unacceptable and gave Hogwarts a bad reputation, especially after the events of the past with pureblood mania.

After the drama stopped and Grimm was put in his place, the events resumed with young hopefuls entering their name in the Goblet one after another. Alistair bounded towards the forming line taking his place among other entrants. As he stepped up to the intimidating Goblet, he quickly scrawled his name on spare bit of parchment he dug from within his robes. He stared the Goblet down as he entered his name, almost daring it to spit it from the flames and reject him. To his delight, it devoured the paper and glowed with yellow-red flames. The flames turned back to their blue hue as he was about to sit down next to Kaylee, who he was good friends with, when she bounded up and went to introduce herself to the Beauxbaton's. Sighing he turned to his other friends and talked to them about his hopes for another Hufflepuff participant.

Deirdre looked after Lavender as she fled the hall, frowning in concern. She had thought that she had seemed okay, but there she was leaving in a hurry - Deirdre was about to go after her, but not a moment later the two Durmstrangs she'd seen earlier were headed after her, although one stopped and made his way to the Gryffindor table. The blonde girl - the sister of the obnoxious Slytherin left too and she hoped she wouldn't make any trouble for the Lavender girl and the Durmstrang. She turned her head back to her table just as someone bounded up behind her and tapped her on the shoulder which just about made her jump out of her skin as she wasn't anticipating it with all the distractions about. She raised a brow at the bouncy creature which had just approached her - a short girl with blonde her and a fedora who was introducing herself as Kaylee, a Hufflepuff. "Deirdre of Beauxbatons." She said simply, a hint of her Irish accent still present in her voice despite all the years she'd studied in France. "And yes, I am the transfer student." She told her, wondering how this girl knew that about her or if she was just guessing when it could be any number of them. Well, what she'd heard of the Hufflepuff house seemed true enough to her at the moment. The girl then said something Deirdre hadn't expected in the slightest - to come join them at their table if she'd. For a moment the raven haired girl just stared at her in surprise. "Uhm," She said, stalling for time to get her head straight. Normally she would have declined, but since she was still sitting with the Beauxbatons, and as she reminded herself, would like to make friends, she thought better of refusing. "Sure." She said, nodding once. "Thank you." Deirdre tacked on, hastily and a bit awkwardly taking the blonde girl's hand, clearly not used to such offerings - more often then not at Beauxbatons she would go eat in the library or outside alone as opposed to joining the others in the dining hall.

Faintly, she heard someone mention the dailey prophet and struggled to catch the rest of what they said, but she caught the word 'murder'. Turning her head, she spotted the blonde haired boy when had spoken - A Slytherin. She was tempted, to go over and speak to him, to discuss it but she already just agreed to go with the cheery Hufflepuff (She wondered if they were all like that and instantly thought she felt a migraine coming on at the idea of having mass numbers of exuberant people around her). It would be rude to suddenly decline and so she looked toward the Hufflepuff table, seeing yet another upbeat looking young man with dark brown hair. ...I really hope I didn't just get myself into trouble. She thought, trying not to sigh. She then turned her emerald eyes to the Kaylee creature. "So, uhm. Do you like it here?" She asked, lamely, not entirely sure what to talk about. She was tempted to ask about the dueling team but had no idea if the girl would be interested in that topic at all. She didn't strike her as much of a fighter.

Kaylee Schaefer

"It's wonderful to meet you, Dei-Dei!" Kaylee was already starting with the nicknames, even though she'd only just learned the girl's name.

Smiling when the girl took her hand and accepted the offer to come sit at their table, she tugged the girl back to the Hufflepuff table. Tapping someone's shoulder, room was quickly made for the two of them to sit right about where Kaylee had been before.

Raising an eyebrow at Deirdre's question, she nodded. "It's quite lively here at Hogwarts. Or did you mean in Hufflepuff house? Either way, they're both lots of fun." she decided to leave out the fact that not many people were too fond of her.

Looking around the table for someone else she knew, she spotted Alistair. "Hey! Ali!" she drug the nickname out. "Meet Deidei. She's cool, so be nice to her, alright?" she gestured vaguely toward Deirdre as she was introducing the girl.

Turning back to Deirdre, she thought for a moment and decided that she should probably explain a bit. "Ah, that's Ali by the way. He's the house Prefect, so try not to cause trouble around him, m'kay?"

Innes Ross

Even though Lavender said that it was nothing, Innes was still concerned. It looked like the mockery happened quite often. He was struck from his thoughts by her question.

"Innes Ross. I don't know if you know Kaylee from Hufflepuff, I think it is? She's my cousin." watching as she repaired the mirror, he raised an eyebrow. "Not a bad spell," he stepped closer to examine the mirror, "not even a scratch left." he nodded approvingly.

Pausing to think for a moment, he tucked the books against his hip with one arm and held out the other hand in offering to Lavender. "Would you care to return to the hall? It didn't seem like you got a chance to eat. Or perhaps I could bring you something and we could eat together? To be honest, I'm really not fond of crowds." he flushed ever so slightly at the mention of his phobia.

The unloading hall, surely a fair distance away, still managed to cantilever its noise and banter well into the parallel hallway that Lavender was now sharing with this Innes Ross. Lavender could feel his vermilion-brown eyes burning into her with inquisition and doubt about her facade. She wavered a bit, straining her ears to focus on the noise from the grand hall. But the Dippitt girl found it increasingly difficult to keep up this veneer as Innes popped her small and poorly guarded personal bubble.

"Innes Ross. I don't know if you know Kaylee from Hufflepuff - - - "
"Kaylee. She has the little tabby cat, Tara." Lavender interrupted unintentionally.
"Not a bad spell," Innes continued as he examined Lavender's work of the mirror.
"Well I…"
"Not even a scratch left." He concluded.

Finally she pivoted to face him directly, her eyes swinging away from the refashioned mirror chassis to address his compliment. Though she didn't fancy herself coy, she felt her cheeks flush a cast of coral at his acknowledgment. Blinking a bit, she incessantly rubbed her cheek with her sleeve and muttered, "Thank you." Reserved as she was, again her eyes traveled away from his gaze only to fall upon her books that were wedged firmly beneath his arm. And then her line of vision traced its way to his extended hand which was apparently being offered to her on the invitation to eat together.

It wasn't until Faye, another Ravenclaw bumped into Lavender that she realized she'd been hesitant on taking Innes up on his offer. Stammering with embarrassment, she sidestepped a bit, "Oh, h-h-ello Faye." The Dippitt girl nodded with a smile curtly, staring rather admirably at Faye's perfectly waved, dark umber hair. But in moments, Lavender's fellow classmate was gone again which brought her back to Innes' overture.

Lavender rocked on her knees for a second, swaying in consonance with the rhythm of commotion down the hall. She reached a hand behind her to itch at the back of her neck before awkwardly accepting his invitation, "Well I suppose I ought to put something in my gob. My mum hated when I'd go to bed on an empty stomach." Bringing her hand forth again, she pressed some of her chestnut tresses behind one ear. Her small fingers bravely approached Innes' hand before they by the narrowest of margins grasped his own, much like a toddler to an adult.

Together the two made their way back to the grand hall, only by a hair's breadth avoiding Grimm Oglethorpe as he passed with a group of his dolt friends who were undoubtedly still laughing at Lavender Dippitt's expense. She lowered her head a bit in shame until she and Innes made it back into the slightly stripped vestibule. The radiant hall had quieted and emptied, leaving a few straggling ghosts, students and professors in its wake. Squirming with discomfort, still seated at the Ravenclaw table was Mylor. He looked briefly at the drooping candles in the upper atmosphere then to Lavender, raising a brow when he saw her hand-in-hand with the Durmstrang boy.

At the anterior of the foyer, still fierce in all of its prestige was the vehement and astonishing goblet. Lavender wondered how many names it had feasted upon and who would be chosen. The goblet roared quietly, its inferno awe-inspiring yet fearsome all at once. She glanced at it with a certain spirit of inquiry, almost as though she were asking it with her gaze if she were to be favored as a consummate candidate.

Gently retracting her hand, Lavender sat at the Ravenclaw table and made room beside her for Innes. Mylor scooted down the bench to join their company and was going on before Lavender got the opportunity to express her curiosity about Durmstrang.

"That Grimm - he was just trying to nick your glory. Hey - you alright?"

"Fine, Mylor. Did I miss anything?" Lavender ignored the comment about Grimm.
"Just a bunch of students stuffing nosh into their faces and goblet nonsense - who's your friend?"
"Innes Ross of…"
"Durmstrang. Wicked," Mylor breathed, "Tell me all about your school? Are you all that smarmy and welly?"
"I highly doubt they're all strapping Casanova types, Mylor - don't be so wet behind the ears."
"Sod off, woman! Anyway, Innes, what you think about the tournament?"

With a heavy sigh, Lavender tugged a plate full of sweet bread towards herself and Innes, began picking small pieces from it and accepted that she wasn't much of a talker anyway.

Vladimir appreciated the fact the hall was emptying, it left less background noise from strong emotions and thoughts buzzing through his skull. The loudest, was the girl by Adeline- though that could probably chalked up to her proximity. When he felt the familiar noise of Innes and the girl he'd chased after, oddly more recognizable than she should be, he had to keep himself from looking. In his opinion, it'd be rude to just look over his shoulder to confirm the fact when he was mid conversation with Adeline.

At this point, he felt a burning sensation in his lift eye- specifically the iris and the area began to feel more fluid. With a glimpse into the silverware he noticed the eye beginning to turn green. Strong emotion, including curiosity had that kind of affect due to his lack of talent as a Metamorphmagus. With a mental note to practice more, he began to rub and quickly blink the eye as if something had gotten into it. During this time he forced it back to its natural violet color, and with a combination of using reflections and blindly groping around different mental noise he reached the girl with Innes. "I hope you are feeling better, such hazing is really unsightly." Despite his best efforts, the lack of line of sight to his target and the sheer distance would make hearing this message hard. A hint of a whisper at best, the concern attached to it on the other hand, would most likely be transmitted.

Much to his surprise, the connection with Adeline hadn't wavered. He'd been intent to carry out his conversation with her still, though the effort he'd just exerted had been taxing. A glint in her eye told him that he must have confirmed something she really wanted to know, and made her curious about something. Though without trying to actually get into her mind, this was pure speculation. He nodded as she explained the curfew, it seemed logical enough...if somewhat different than what he considered normal.After Adeline finished her explanation, the friend whispered something to her and left, and he snorted at her joke.

"I heard...kinda, your friend hasn't been shielding her thoughts so I've been hearing bits and pieces of them as background noise.So while I might not know EXACTLY what she said, I believe I understood the gist of it. A hybrid of a grimace and smile appeared on his face as he made the confession. "Though I think she'd find the school and myself a bit different than what she thinks...booze aside of course. Granted I think that's the reason she found the staring appealing instead of weird." A playful wink was thrown in at the end of the thought, before he asked two more question that bugged him.

"What are these House points and their function? It sounds something like our class system but for a group. Which I'd also guess means that while you eat apart and probably sleep in House dorms, there's no real rule forbidding their interaction. I guess I'm asking, are House members allowed to visit other...Houses?" He'd perused a couple books on Hogwarts before, but found mentions of such rules noticeably absent,much like the specifics of the House system.