The People Who March Together

[Duncan Wraxvalt]

The courtyard buzzed with students of all age groups, giving way to some more interesting activities than the corridors were capable of. A small group of students were crowding round an older boy who appeared to be building a house of cards. If Duncan wasn't much mistaken, as he passed the group by, those were exploding snap cards. He soon noticed a second group of students, though this lot were playing a nice, friendly game of catch. They were, but the ball wasn't. Each time it was thrown, it seemed to circle the group before aiming itself at someone's face. The student would then have to catch it before it hit them. Still, it was only a soft ball. Duncan thought longingly of the last Quidditch match he had attended with his father. He felt a pang of sudden longing.

Duncan found his way to one of the many benches, where he sat for a good few minutes to observe the other students playing. It all looked like good fun, and he could almost picture himself playing, too. Though he didn't have to just picture it for very long: The ball had circled the group, once again, and had flung itself at on of the smaller boys. He had ducked at the last moment and the ball had come soaring towards Duncan. He didn't have time to give a startled yelp, or brace himself to catch the ball as it hurtled at his face. Instinct threw his arm up in the air, swinging it and batting the ball away from his face at the last minute, sending it straight back from whence it had come. It began circling the group, again, but a larger boy took hold of it. "Sorry," he called out apologetically. Duncan gave a nod and smile to say that it was fine. The boy eyed him for a moment. "You're not a Ravenclaw, by chance, are you?" he looked almost hopeful for a moment. Duncan shook his head. "Shame," the boy concluded with a smile, returning to the game. Duncan wasn't entirely sure what the boy had meant, but decided not to think too much of it. He returned to observing the bustle of students. He was still hopeful that he would meet someone in his own year that he could get on with. Duncan reached into his pocket in thought, and pulled out a small scarred, cricket ball. He threw it up in the air and caught it. Whatever happened to the boys from the train?

 

[Dymetris Kozlov]

Returning to school had it's perks, well for Dymetris it did. After spending his summer vacation in Moscow he was glad to be back for another year. It was the whole routine he would have to get use too all over, not that it had been any different with staying with his uncle. He had Dymetris up bright early in the morning to work till late in the evenings. It was no wonder he was okay and ready to return to rules at Hogwarts plus friends. They were all lot more fun than staying with his uncle, he appreciated life in the side of the world too. Much more now that he been appointed perfect! A title he much didn't think he deserve, he was grateful either way. Shows his parents how much he had grown in responsible wise!
-------It still did no good for social life, he was determine this semester he wise up and makes some friends. The only problem is he was bad at starting conversation. When he got around patrolling the school, not many recognize the boy at all but they did see the perfect badge, with the perfect badge pin to his robes he had no problem showing it. Though he started to think negative, perhaps being a perfect will strain his social life? Dymetris spotted a group of boys, many were huddle together playing some games. He check a few, the games he would not recognize cause the curiosity of him to stick around and observe. It's to bad he was curse with mumbling and speaking so low, if by off chance he would find his voice today and actually learn how to play a new game. The luck of that happening was slim to none, good gracious he really a big confidence booster!

 

[Duncan Wraxvalt]

Duncan had not really been on the look out for specific people, but when his eyes were momentarily startled by a bright reflection of light, Duncan found himself trying to visually seek out the source. It didn't take too long; a boy, obviously years older than himself, was wearing a shining badge. Perhaps he's one of the prefects? Duncan thought to himself. The boy seemed a little, well, lonely. Duncan pondered as to whether this was solely due to him being 'on duty', or if he actually was without company. Maybe Duncan should have sat and given it another few minutes thought, but he didn't. He, himself, could use someone to talk to, someone to ask about the things he did not entirely understand. Someone older might be of real use, and they might be able to help him meet other people.

Getting to his feet, he fearlessly approached the boy. Perhaps others did not do this, perhaps it was a strange thing to do, to just walk up to a stranger of innumerable age and strike up conversation. But Duncan did it, anyway. "Hello," he said, looking the boy over, "are you a prefect?" He might at least establish what prefects had to do, what power they had, and how easily he could avoid trouble with them.

 

[Dymetris Kozlov]

Dymetris observing was disturb by a little boy. He smile as the boy ask him a question, it's likely that the newly sorted would be a curious bunch. "Yes I am, looks weird on me but I get use to it" he said touching the shiny perfect badge. It reflect a little from the the sun shining outside, he stop touching afraid it get loose and he'll lose it. "Do you have a clue what they're playing?" he asked the boy, who eyes were the same color of Dymetris, just shaded a little different he notice when he stared back at him. "I don't recall any of those games when I was younger" he said.

 

[Nephrolepis Undersee]

Nephrolepis wasn't a huge fan of the courtyard. As she edged her way past a crowd of people, she couldn't help noticing that even the first years were much taller than her. This had been expected, but it was still a little daunting when she had to make her way through a bunch of students who didn't even realize she was there. As the blonde mess of hair bobbed past the student's waists, she spotted a young boy who she didn't recognize. Of course, there were lots of young boys whose faces she had not yet seen, but this time, she was urged by a feeling in her mind to approach him. It was then that he started talking to an older student - possibly a prefect going by the shiny badge on his robes. She didn't pay much attention to this boy, however, and her gaze turned back to the first year. As she neared them, narrowly avoiding being squashed by a seventh year, she smiled at the boy and sat down on the bench nearby - the one he had just got off to talk to the prefect. Not saying a word, she simply smiled vaguely in their direction and pretended to be daydreaming about nothing in particular.

 

[Duncan Wraxvalt]

"I'm not entirely sure," he responded, turning his eyes in the direction of the boy stacking cards. A sudden, loud 'SNAP' soon revealed the house of cards to be laying in a pile on the ground. The boy laughed, and a different boy began his attempt. "But it looks like good fun." He smiled, though for some reason, which Duncan soon realised was due to her lack of height, he noticed a passing girl who seemed to be looking at him. His attention was drawn by her, wondering who she was, and why he knew the face. He could only assume she was one of the first years he had seen at the sorting. He returned his attention to the boy. "It must be cool being a prefect," he said pointedly, "can you give people detentions, and that?" He was eager to learn the answer to this, knowing that it could well mold the future interactions with prefects in general.

 

[Dymetris Kozlov]

Shuffle and snaps of card, Dymetris recognize that game right away. Boys in his hometown use to play all the time but for coins, one with the highest card win the lot bet. A game he was scorn not to play if it meant him losing money. "It does" he shift his foot left, right, left, to right. If it hadn't been the young smallest blonde he ever did see go to this school, he be silence for words. However the boy continued to ask him question about his badge, "Oh no I don't think I can, I think if I did they strip me away from my duties which for me is rather okay" he haven't the courage in him to be busy or out spoken like the boy. Dymetris look back over the girl again, judging by her height he went on assuming she was part-goblin. "I think the girl is looking at you - - -" he went onto saying, only to hear some shouting broke out from the group of boys.
------"I do believe your cheating!" he heard some one said, "Will you excuse me for a sec?" he ran to the scene, he may have not had the auditory to hand out detention, but he was still reliable when situations like this occurred.

Out of Character:

sorry my muse is whack :3

 

[Nephrolepis Undersee]

Nephrolepis was unsure of what was happening. Someone had cheated at some sort of game, but other than that, she was lost. Blaming this on the fact she had had a busy day, which mainly involved getting lost and running around the castle like a madman, she shrugged it off without another thought. When the younger boy glanced at her, she wondered whether it was in curiosity or in disgust. Some people seemed to hate the fact she was so tiny. But the boy's expression didn't seem to be negative. Then she realized that the older student was also glancing in her direction. With no idea if they were talking about her, she hopped off the bench and stepped towards them bravely. If she was going to have friends at Hogwarts, she was going to have to be one. "Hello," she smiled, slightly anxious now but not about to change her mind about introducing herself. It was now or never. She knew that first impressions were most important. It was how she behaved now which would leave most of an impact on what they thought of her. "I'm Nephy," she said, not bothering to give her whole name in case they got confused. She aimed her speech at nobody in particular, hoping that they both heard her.

 

[Duncan Wraxvalt]

Duncan watched the prefect saunter off to defuse a potentially volatile situation. Duncan raised his eyebrows, and was just allowing his mind to drift off, before he realised a very small person was talking in greeting to him. "Er," he said, allowing his brain a moment to digest what was going on, as he refocussed on the small girl. "Oh, hello, Nephy," he smiled sweetly at her. Perhaps he ought to introduce himself? "I'm Duncan." He looked her over, taking in her full being, curious as to how a girl came to be quite so small. "Are you a.. A first year?" He asked politely.

 

[Felicity Castillo]

Lost on her first day of school, Felicity had trouble with getting by. She had confuse two parts of the school, one of them the great hall, the second the laudatory. The great hall she hadn't reasonable clue how she would confuse the first place she saw from the castle, and the second place ended up being abounded. When she tried asking for help from a ghost, all it did was walk through her, sending a chilling shiver right through her entire body. This place was insane! In a place where she thought only exist in her imagination came to be real. How'd she became a witch, is an answer she will unravel to find out.
- - - - -Out in the courtyard she manage to find the exit passed the great hall, but she wasn't looking to escape. Why would she if all the wonders in her world haven't been answered yet? Despite the crazy few first day, she would not change her faith at all, leting be written as it go on. "Nephy is that you?!" she shouted across the courtyard, she ran to the tiny little girl and picked her up twirling Nephy around. "I finally figured out what you are and who you are. At first I knew you wan't five like I had thought and than I figure you were hiding something from me in some way. Anyways the point is---" she stop to see the boy. "Hola! I'm Felicity what's your name" the Spanish girl burg in between the two first year Gryffindor. Quite a bad habit that she ramble a lot without noticing it sometimes herself!

 

[Nephrolepis Undersee]

Nephrolepis smiled as the boy introduced himself. Duncan... She liked his name; it was simple. Why her Mother couldn't have chosen such a plain name for herself she had no idea. "Hello, Duncan," she blushed when he asked her if she was a first year. She knew how small she was - she had to look up at him. "Yes, I..I'm half-goblin. Are you a first year too?" she replied, unsure of why she stammered. Suddenly, she turned round abruplty upon hearing Felicity. A grin spread across her face. So she had been magical. Nephy was very pleased about this. "Felicity!" she exclaimed, letting her ramble on about things, though she soon found herself being picked up and twirled around madly. She let out a squeal, grinning. "I would have explained myself before but I had no idea you weren't a muggle!" she said truthfully, deciding that now would be the best time to explain. "I'm half-goblin," she said again, though this time is a more confident voice. "How are you?" she asked, suddenly remembering to be polite.

 

[Duncan Wraxvalt]

He felt almost guilty for not saying what he had almost been about to say, but she seemed to know, anyway, and answered the question on his lips. "Oh," he responded, not sure how casual his response should be to this sudden revelation, "yeah, I am.. I think I saw you at the sorting." He knew he'd seen her there. He couldn't forget that height. "You're in Gry-" Duncan suddenly found the conversation being breached by another girl, most probably a first year. Though he had no interest in girls extending further than winding them up or plotting revenge with them, he couldn't deny that she was rather pretty. "Hello," he said with a broad, very male grin, "I'm Duncan." There was a slightly awkward moment in which Duncan realised he was now in the company of two girls. He had never been alone in the company of even one girl, let alone two. He just hoped they would not spend the entire time discussing things that girls supposedly liked to talk about, like hair, make-up, clothes, dollies.. The truth of the matter was simple; Duncan was lost, when it came to girls. He had no female siblings, and his mother kept her social life outside the house. The girls at his old school were all too preoccupied with the latest toy to want to join in with the boys' games. With the exception, of course, of Charlene, the small, be-speckled girl who was so easily bruised. After a fairly brutal game, in which Charlene had received several nasty bruises, the teacher had asked the boys not to let her join in with their game, anymore, as her parents were threatening to sue.

 

[Felicity Castillo]

Felicity was very pleased to know that she was right about her being, well magical. Now the other part she had to figure out soon enough, well she was rather small for an eleven year old girl. Or maybe she really was a midget, oh how unordinary! “Well I am a muggel, just muggelborn” she looked at the boy once more, with her ambush of approach, she felt a tad bad the way she came. “I’m Felicity, Nephy’s friend” not that she knew the girl right of the bat, in fact she squinted a few more times to definitely confirm this was Nephy before running into them. “I saw you both at the sorting” she remembered now. Felicity had joined the crowd of Ravenclaw students who happily accepted the first year right away. “Gryffindor was described to be an amazing house, congratulations” she beam sweet as cheery, not to be mistaken for her own happiness, she be happy anywhere except that one house with the snake symbol on it. She look around the courtyard to see if she could point out anyone in green, “Do you know what house that is?” she pointed out to a blonde girl who’s uniform color by her cuff of her shirt were green, dark green and grey.