Little Of Your Time

[Lux Hamilton]

Lux Hamilton was not easily distracted but given the circumstances, you could forgive the girl. Along with the rest of her classmates - the first year Slytherins - they were lead out of the Great Hall after the feast had begun and into yet another Hall. She took off her black hat and moved her hair behind her ear as she looked up at the ceiling. The castle seemed endless and she wondered how a country like New Zealand could hide such a thing. The muggles - or whatever they were called - had to have notice this thing be built. Her brow furrowed and she looked back ahead of her, finding herself catching the gaze of someone. Or rather, something. A portrait was looking at her. Not just looking at her in the way unsettling paintings did but observing her. She had sworn just a minute ago the subject had been in a different position.

A sharp inhale of breath came when Lux saw it move, when she noticed the all moving actually. They seemed to be taking toll of the new students and she felt dizzy at seeing this. This was no projection. This was a moving painting!

When she had finally stopped staring, as the painting had called her out on being rude, she looked around and saw that the person she was supposed to be following to her common room was gone. She anxiously licked her lips, her expression not showing her inner stress in the slightest. This may be a memorable day for her but it didn't have to be for the wrong reasons so she flicked her hair over her shoulder and walked over to a nearby bench, watching the groups of students. She would have had to recognize at least one other student in her house from sorting. Lux had hardly been a hermit when sitting at her table. All she could do was hope she recognized someone. Until then she was happy to look as calm as possible.

 

[Matt Greene]

Exploring the castle seemed to be a full time job, one that a person did not get paid for. Matt Greene did not know what he was getting into when it came down to magic. Wearing the nicest outfit he had, which was still worn and looked a bit small, he continued to explore the ground floor with his hands stuck into his pockets. There were the hourglass for points, which was something that he had never seen before now. He had never heard of it before either. He sighed and he continued to wonder around. The portraits seemed to move, and have a mind of their own. Matt thought, 'What was I thinking, coming here. This is just weird.' One of the portraits thought that he looked like some trouble maker, and he cast them a cold glare. He had mastered that glare to make others not want to mess with him. Not that he could do much damage. He was just a kid still. Eleven and going strong. Mason was the same way, and he could not wait until Mason was in the school with them.

He arrived to the entrance hall and his eyes went to the side. He saw another student there, and he wondered who she was. She looked calm and then he looked at the paintings once more, and it said something to him. Matt finally blurted out, "Do you have anything else to do than just bother kids? Seriously, get a life." Matt then realized, he was talking to a bloody painting. One that a person can just paint on a canvas. This place was more like the circus. He looked over at the girl that he was near, the Slytherin girl (not that he knew what green meant). "Um, sorry, it just... I don't know. Paintings can talk here and I am losing my mind." He was not always so vocal, but he was annoyed at the paintings and stuff. Thus it made him a little more vocal than normal. He was now concerned for his health.​

 

[Lux Hamilton]

Lux managed a slight frown as she heard two people fight nearby but didn't look in their direction, fear it might be will a troll or something equally as ridiculous. She was not ready for whatever else this school had to offer just yet, she feared she might actually be going insane. Perhaps she was just in rapid degeneration and wasn't actually an eleven year old witch. Yes, that must be the truth. The blonde was nearly about to pinch herself to make sure that this was fake when a boy started to speak to her. Looking up she saw someone just as confused as she was and knew instantly that he was a first year too. She scanned over him and offered a smile for platitude. One must never forget their courtesies, after all.

"Don't worry, mate." Lux didn't want to say that she was just as confused but she figured that two strung out eleven year olds was hardly a good thing so if she couldn't calm herself, she could help him. "You'll get used to it - you don't really have a choice," the Aussie said, perhaps to herself as well to him. She moved over on the bench to offer him some room while speaking, "I'm Lux, by the way." She grinned a bit warmer this time, not wishing to seem forlorn or even cold. Or at least not this early into the school year. There was still time. She played with the material of her robes between her small fingers out of sheer boredom, for she knew not what else to so.

 

[Matt Greene]

Matt was a little relieved that he was not insulted until a fly would not land on him for being the way he was. Ignorant of everything, arguing with a damn painting. Some people were rude in the school, but he was managing to hand everything on his own. Mason would have someone to back him up luckily enough. But Matt? He was somewhat alone and he needed to have Belladonna with him. She was like a rock in his life, keeping him from losing it. At least she was telling him to not worry. And she was being nice. He gave her a slight nod, suddenly feeling a bit reassured. At least she seemed understanding. "I will try not to worry. Can't make any promises." He certainly could not make any. He was really bad for certain things. Making promises that he could keep was one of them.

"It kind of sucks that we cannot have a choice in the matter. If I am reading your signs correctly, you are new to this all too?" It would be so nice to have someone that was like him, not used to it at all. She moved over on the bench, so Matt took this as an opening. He walked over and sat down next to the first year as she said her name. Lux. That an unusual name. His name was common. But his name was not short for Matthew. He loathed it when people tried to call him that. "I'm Matt." The Gryffindor flashed her a soft grin, hoping that he was being friendly enough. He was getting used to people, so he was getting better.​