All The Wrong Things On Fire;;

[prongs]

Professor Joseph Maine grinned a little wider and walked to the table, a little bounce in his step.
It was another year at Hogwarts, another year teaching.
Of course, the summer proceeding the year had been...less than enjoyable, in his taste. Seemingly endless arguments with the Order of the Phoenix, along with only one weeks time to be able to spend with his only (known) child, James Percy, had led to a melancholy, dark time in the brightest of ages.
His overpacked luggage at his side, he had managed to take an earlier arrival to Hogwarts than the usual train; being a teacher, he loved to arrive early and set up his clustered living space, which was a bit mandatory. He never had any time, unless it was for his seahorses...

James Percy Maine sighed, looking out the window of the train on the way to Hogwarts. The summer had been rather uneventful, not being able to see his father because of Order business.
In fact, he hadn't been able to see anyone at all...

Taylor Swan grinned, still dressed in her Muggle clothes - a gray tank top and jean shorts.
Another year at Hogwarts!
She looked up at the moon in the still lit sky, her green eyes widening in horror.
After being attacked by Xavier Murder last year, she herself had been infected with lyanthropy, becoming a werewolf herself. She couldn't tell her Muggle parents of this, so she would often lock herself in the shed of the barn when the full moon was approaching.
Thank God they aren't magical, or they would have noticed by now. Just gotta keep feeding them lies on how a vicious monster is attacking the cattle, is all...

Liam Smith sat in a compartment with Bethany Jacobs, his eyes looking out at a field they passed. Another year at Hogwarts; perhaps another chance to find who he really was?

Dylan Barker sat upright in a compartment by himself, his somewhat tattered robes making his pale, bony face look even more starved. Living on the streets had been tough and uneventful, sometimes even torture...
But the worst came from within, and Dylan would always know this.[/size]

[Miss Murder]

Alcatraz
You're the only one that wore your seatbelt,
We're the only ones that cried.
Catastrophic accidents…

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“Ah, Barker! I’ve been searching this whole train for you, and when we’re right outside Hogwarts I finally spot you.”
Alcatraz’s cheery voice faded quickly as his eyes landed on Dylan and shut the compartment door. It was obvious the summer hadn’t been a treat for him. The poor kid was pallid and nothing but a heap of bones and thinning skin. He looked as if he had not eaten in weeks. If he did, it was only scraps. Probably scraps only a dog could enjoy.
The Slytherin could feel the train stopping beneath his feet, swaying his body when it came to a halt. Never before has he ever seen Dylan like this, the tattered robes and such. Just what happened to him this summer…?
Maybe he should say something.
Alcatraz blinked, masking his somewhat sympathetic facial expression with a serious one. “Look. I’m going to find that Charlie douche today at the Slytherin table. I’ve been thinking…” his words faded away when he gave a quick glance out of the compartment window, after seeing familiars walk past. “I’m going to talk to him, maybe try to be friends. I’ll find out everything for you. I think she’s all you’ve got left.”
After a few seconds, he spoke again, whipping his head back around to the sickly looking Hufflepuff.
“I’ve got a plan. You have to trust me, though.”
With that, the sixth year gave a nod to Barker and turned to leave. His trench coat blew out from him. Despite wearing that he had his normal uniform underneath: a white button-up shirt, Slytherin tie, grey trousers… but his shoes were a tattered pair of Converse.
Alcatraz left the train with ease, losing sight of Xanthe of course. She was probably with Charlie, which was perfect. He could strike then.
His gaze scanned the sea of students as he merged between them, shoving some out of the way.
“Damn Mudblood! Get out of my way, or I’ll make you. Don’t scoff at your superior….”
Within minutes (and after a boring carriage ride with two Gryffindors and another Slytherin) he arrived at the castle. He leaned forward and strode inside the doors, his hazel eyes wide with anticipation as he approached the Slytherin table. He sat down gently near the end, close to the Headmaster’s podium but leaving a seat or two.
That Charlie prick had no idea what he was in store for.

You're the only one that died.

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[Ty'e]

Ty'e got off the train and looked around. Another year at school another day a Slytherin student. She climbed in the carriage book in hand reading. She never really payed attention to the other Slytherin or even the two Gryffindors with her. Once she checked to make sure all her belongings and her kitten made it safely with her she walked towards the Slytherin table. As She walked towards it she glanced at every table she passed wishing she could sit at one of them and not her house table. She was dressed in light gray wizard robes and black under-robes. She had a thing about wearing her house colors well more so not wearing them when she didn't have to. She saw a few seat at the head of the table open and walked towards them. She sat down pulling her knees to her chest pulling her book out to finish reading it. She was on the last page and wanted to finish her summer reading. She pulled a goblet from the table in front of her, it instantly filling as she lifted it to her lips. She glanced up at the boy sitting across from her. She recognized him from earlier in the carriage ride to Hogwarts. She looked back at her book as a little gray thing popes out of her robes batting at her book page. It looked like a paw belonging to something furry. She with out looking from her page pushed the paw back in gently

{{ her outer robes www.garbtheworld.com/images/psd/g0026121b.jpg }}

[omega]

"Andare. You're going to get expelled the first day back."
Chayton Claythorne stared at his Gryffindor twin, who had too much of a smug look on his face to be following rules. He was holding a package that seemed to be fizzing under the cloth that contained it.
Andare grinned at his more concerned brother. "You worry too much."
"You're about to set a dungbomb against the first years."
"They deserve it."
Chayton rolled his eyes. "Why, Andare? Why do they deserve this?"
"I hate first years."
Chayton looked up and down the halls, his black eyes scorning, then back at his brother.
"You're right. Let's do this."
Andare grinned, opening the door to the compartment where a majority of first years (and Slytherins, for that matter), tossing the hissing Dungbomb that Andare had meddled with into it. A few seconds later, a serpentine explosion sounded, and the disgusted sound of the students made the Native American twins laugh so hard their sides began to hurt.
Andare grinned, running off the exit of the train and quickly into the Main Hall, his twin following in pursuit behind him.
Chayton's grin was to his ears; although he did not aspire for mischief as much as his brother happened to, he still enjoyed good humor every so often. "That was great."
Andare looked down at his stomach. "I'm starving." His brown eyes darted across the Hogwarts room, looking at a red haired girl who was sitting at the Slytherin table.
"Well, there!" Andare barked like a dog, laughing, his eyebrows raised. He wolf whistled at the girl as he passed.
Chayton rolled his eyes, looking to the Slytherin as in embarrasment.


Charlie Tripp looked around at the Hogwarts Express, his storm gray eyes scorning. His summer had been less than eventful, what with not being able to spend enough time with Xanthe...
Fully into his robes, he scowled as he sat at the Slytherin table, noticing that Alcatraz was sitting there. He took an immediate disliking to the boy as soon as he set eyes on Xanthe...
"Hey." he snarled, trying to sound in any way friendly as he accidentally caught his eye.

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[Miss Murder]

Alcatraz & Xanthe
You're the only one that wore your seatbelt,
We're the only ones that cried.
Catastrophic accidents…

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Alcatraz’s hazel eyes landed on Charlie Tripp as the blue haired Slytherin approached him. He spoke, and his expression continued to be dark.
“Hey,” he scoffed, turning his nose slightly upwards. His gaze narrowed and his lip slightly quivered. “I suspect your summer was pleasant.”
He blinked away from Charlie and looked ahead of him, only just now noticing the girl sitting in front of him. She was on the carriage ride up to the castle. She seemed weird with the crazy red and black hair and her turquoise blue eyes. Alcatraz had seen her many times before, even had a class together once, but they’ve never talked. Not really.
He preferred not to hang out with socially awkward people. It reflected badly back on his image.
You hang out with Xanthe Murder for God’s sake, and you’re the one to judge this chick?
He sneered at himself for being such a hypocrite.
“Sorry I lost you at the train, Al, but-”
Xanthe stopped in her tracks, her words drowning in the crimson that consumed her cheeks. She noticed Charlie standing there and glanced away, placing a hand on her face. He made her really nervous. Plus, they didn’t get to see each other very often that summer, being Death Eaters and all.
She and Alcatraz had visited each other on very few occasions, at least. Since Xavier was gone from Hogwarts, Alcatraz was all she had left as someone to lean on. Charlie was there, of course, but he didn’t radiate with the compassion Alcatraz did. It was a completely different aura.
Flustered, Xanthe sat beside Alcatraz. She reached up to Charlie’s hand and touched it lightly, gesturing he should sit down. Snape was bound to arrive at the podium soon.
The Murder twin searched for something to clear the awkward air.
“Uhm… oy,” she said to Ty’e. She wasn’t really too interested, but she seemed like an… “interesting” person to talk to. “Whatcha reading…?”

You're the only one that died.

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[Ty'e]

Ty'e kept to her book until she heard the 'calls' from Andare. She glanced up at him with a raised brow not looking to amused. It took everything in her not to cast a silencing spell on him or something along the lines of it. She noticed Chayton rolling his eyes at the other boy and gave him a blank 'WTF' look. She was so tempted to cast something on the irritating guy, but she didn’t. She thought it best not to get into any trouble her first week back. She shook her head muttering something under her breath and looked down at her book. She finally finished it and thought it best just to keep looking at her page, re-reading the last few lines over and over again.

She caught a few words the people around her were saying tiring really hard not to ease drop. She looked up again as she heard one of them call out to her and ask a question they could have easily answered them self f they had just looked at the cover of her book. She shifted a little in her spot looking at the girl for a long moment before she answered. She had not so much a thick accent but she had one none the less.

Well I was reading the last of the text we were assigned over the summer but for the last few minutes I have been staring at this page trying not to bring any attention to myself, but guess I failed at that part haven’t I...

She wasn’t sure or anything as she spoke; she just had a tint of annoyance and shyness in her voice from when she was wolf called at. A small mew came from inside her robes and she became silent for a moment. She shifted a little bringing her knees a little closer to her chest. She was beginning to think it wasn't such a good idea to bring the small thing sitting in her robes with her. A paw yet again popped out and batted at the page, small claws drawn. She quickly and gently pushed the small paw back into her robes and blushed a little. A small tail started darting in and out of her robe opening as the kitten started to play with one of her loose dreads with in her robe tail lightly swaying as he did.

[omega]

Charlie was about to scowl again at Alcatraz, but the familiar sound of a hoot made him look up, averting his dagger shooting storm gray eyes to the starry ceiling.
It seemed his owl had thought that the ceiling was the actual sky, because the hooting of Augure was echoing through the Great Hall, the great horned owl serving as a distraction for a few seconds.
"Augure..."
A flash of red caught at him, and he looked, expecting to see Xanthe.
His nose wrinkled at Ty'e, obviously thinking lesser of her only because he didn't know her.
Of course, anyone who was anyone was affiliated with the Tripps in a way, he was brought up to believe...
Char looked away from the girl at the sound of Xanthe's voice, and he couldn't help but feel infuriated.
She had actually affiliated herself with Alcatraz...that scum.
"Xanthe." he purred, his voice raspy with want, wrapping his arm around her waist, just a little lower than usual to spite Alcatraz.
He leaned his head in closer to hers, his sweetened, minty breath hot in her ear. "I haven't seen you in a while."
At the touch of her hand, he surrendered immediatley, sitting down beside her, still shooting glares at Alcatraz.
"Hmmm? A book?"
His feelings of mockery dissapeared as Xanthe showed friendliness at Ty'e, and he looked over to see what the fuss was about.
"Hmmm. Yes. Looks interesting." he grunted non-commitedly. His eyes met Ty'es for a moment, and one of his eyebrows raised in a turned on manner.

Andare glared back at the Slytherin table.
"I hate them. I really do."
Chayton grunted. "Me too. But you were still rude."
Andare laughed. "Rude?"
Chayton rolled his eyes. "You wolf whistled."
Andare scoffed. "Defending a Slytherin?" His eyebrow raised. "Sounds like you fancy her."
Chaytons eyes darkened. "I do no-"
"MRROW!"
The loud, obnoxious mew of the twins Kneazle, Salem, sounded louder than Augure as the black cat jumped on the table, purring obnoxiously, shedding on the plates.

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[Miss Murder]

Xanthe and Alcatraz
Say goodbye to the lives you take, to the life you make.
To the hearts you break and all the cyanide you drank.

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A shiver ran down her spine as Charlie breathed into her ear, wrapping his arm around her. She had to look away once he sat down. Xanthe refused the urge to make another move toward his hand, even though she wanted to hold his within hers. She wasn’t looking to get in an awkward position with Alcatraz anytime soon. He was the only friend she had left.
Her green eyes watched momentarily when a small paw protruded from Ty’e’s robes, but she lost interest quickly. She turned around and noticed two Gryffindor’s glaring at the Slytherin table. This pissed her off. Any Gryffindor giving, in her opinion, the most respectable House dirty looks was immediately tallied as someone on her list.
Xanthe’s face flashed with anger and she stood up, placing her palms on the table. She turned around sharply, the hate gleaming in her gaze.
“Oy, Gayffindor faggots!” she shouted, curling one hand to her hip and the other maliciously pointing at Andare and Chayton. They seemed like trouble makers. They want trouble? They’ve got it.
“If you’ve got something to say, say it to our faces you bloody cowards! We’ll see who is brave!”
“Xanthe, sit down,” Alcatraz grumbled, rolling his eyes. “Don’t try to act superior. You‘re being stupid.”
Xanthe of course didn’t listen and continued to jeer at them, shooting the twins a death glare. The Slytherin flag that hung above her fellow Housemates reflected off of her hair, giving a fiery contrast. Her stance screamed a challenge, and she was prepared for it. Wand in her dominant hand, she gripped it tightly, never wavering her eyes from the two Gryffindor boys.
Alcatraz huffed and faced away from her, frustrated. One day she was going to end up getting hurt. Or worse, become the Dark Lord’s right hand man. Even worse, a whole new Dark Lord herself….
He glanced to Ty’e, his face mumbling an apologetic look to her. Not like he really cared what she thought, but Xanthe was kind of wild, and he didn’t feel like ruining his chances of getting a new piece of ass.
“She’s not my girlfriend you know.”
He gave Charlie another flash of contempt and grinned.

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[Ty'e]

Ty’e looked up as she heard the owl raising a brow at it. She through owls were somewhat stupid but that one took the cake. She glanced back at Charlie as he put his arms around Xanthe and rolled her eye. She could tell by just looking at him and his body language he was likely a player. She looked up at him for a moment debating on giving him an answer or not

Yes, a book. It’s not interesting at all to tell the truth, I already know all the stuff that’s in it.

When his eyes meet hers and she saw one of his eyebrows raised in a turned on manner she rolled her eyes. As if, the Gryffindor twins had a better shot at her then he did. At that thought she looked over at the two and that when she saw the other cat. The moment the other cat meowed the small thing in her robes scrambled fur standing on ends out of her robes and clear across the hall. The small thing had gotten scared and ran scratching her and drawing a few trickles of blood on her collar bone as he did. Unknown to the kitten he was in truth running towards the other cat and not away from it. Ty’e herself jumped in her set as the other girl got up and yelled at the boy’s. She couldn’t help it, her palm on its own meet her forehead as she sighed. She looked up the girl now making a display. She shot the boys at the other table a half smile but suddenly moved her gaze to the boy in front of her. She raised a brow at Xanthe, he was defiantly a player but she had no intentions of playing his game. She looked at him disgusted shaking her head. She rolled her eyes and quickly got up and heading for the Gryffindor table trying to locate the small kitten. Just to be safe she pulled out her wand as she passed the other Slytherin Xanthe. She walked up to the table searching around it. She noticed the small gray tail scampering under the table and looking for scraps of fallen food that he wouldn’t find.

Cinder, Cinder get back here

She leaned down and followed the kitten up the length of the table. She looked at the twins a few feet in front of her and pointed at the kitten as it scampered closer to the two stopping to bat at a loss lace of Chaytons shoe.

Could you… Before he see's the other cat and runs again...

She glanced up at the other cat and reached out giving him a scratch and she looked back down at the kitten

Cinder come on..

[omega]

Charlie grinned, but his smug look dissapeared as soon as it came as he looked at the Gryffindor table.
"Filthy Half-bloods, they are. Not even worth our time. They deserve to rot, the lot of them." he snarled, wrapping himself around Xanthe, as if to calm her down.
She could get angry. And when she was angry, people got hurt.
Charlie glared at Alcatraz, disliking the boy with every passing second.
"I know that." he said in an annoyed tone. "
Her? Date Alcatraz? It was unheard of. He wasn't dumb, he just didn't like the boy spending any time with her. Char was a jealous boyfriend.
The status of Xanthe and Char was questionable. He would have to talk to her later.
It's been months since she's been without that Barker prick. If she's attached by now, it's not even worth it.
His stormy gray eyes slitted at the thought of his girl still being ridiculously attached to her half blooded ex, and he curled around her again.

Andare looked at the Kneazle in annoyance.
"Salem!" he growled at the cat, who left a nice amount of black fur on the table.
Salem snarled a little, and Andare gave up the cause.
Andare looked down at his growling stomach, his light brown eyes pleading with hunger.
"Can't we just hurry up the ceremony? Snape's not even here yet. It's not like anyone even cares about what house the first years are in..."
Chayton rolled his eyes, which one couldn't see well, as his red black hair was in his face.
He felt a tug at his shoelace.
What the heck...
He looked down, seeing a small gray kitten playing with his shoes.
Andare grinned at Ty'e, his thick eyebrows raised in pleasure. "You came back for some, huh?"
Chayton looked down at her. "Ignore him."
His scarred, tan hands wrapped around the kitten gently, and he raised her up to the table.
"You looking for this?"

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[prongs]

Dylan Barker walked into the Great Hall, his hands awkwardly in his pockets. He looked more gaunt and ghost like than ever, with clothes so tattered they looked like Weasley hand me downs that survived at least three generations.
His nearly skeletal frame shifted under his skin, his face purple and bruised and sleep depriven. It had been a rough summer on the streets, never the less dealing with his internal conflict-
"Dylan!"
At the sound of his name, the Hufflepuff whirred around, his black and soulless eyes finding the the image of Bethany Jacobs, looking much darker when contrasted to the golden sunset.
She looked all too pleased to see him; it seemed she had completely forgotten about their breakup last year.
In fact, he had forgotten about it, too.
"Dylan...hey."
Dylan blushed a little; he did like Bethany, even if a little, what, with her bubbly sarcastic personality and her sporty curviness...
But she wasn't Xanthe. Not even close.
Dylan smiled at the Ravenclaw, taking a step forward. "Hey."
Bethany half-closed her eyes, and she looked past Dylan's shoulder, her gaze diverted at the Slytherin table; Dylan knew all too well who she was looking out for.
Bethany must have been content with seeing Xanthe in the same room, because she wrapped her arms around the Hufflepuff in an embracing manner.
"It's been too long."
Dylan sighed. "I know."
Bethany paused. Dylan could feel the expanding and collapsing of her chest against him as she breathed.
She centered herself, the tips of their noses only an eyelash apart. She breathed in quickly, and her soft lips fused with his ragged ones.
Dylan felt a spark ignite, but from what, he didn't know.
Bethany pulled away a few seconds after the action happened, a smirk that Dylan knew wasn't directed at him, for it was too vicious. As if of taunting a starving dog with a piece of meat.
"How about you and me meet up sometime? You can tell me all about your summer."
Dylan forgot how to talk for a second, whether from embarrasment, shock, or the sudden passion, but managed to mumble in agreement, sounding like an idiot most likely.
Bethany bit her bottom lip and gave a girly giggle, and with a ballerinas grace, her feet danced their way to the Ravenclaw table.
Dylan looked around, the Great Hall seemingly empty except for the rabid thumbs up he got from Liam Smith, the Gryffindor laughing and making jokes with some of his friends.
He awkwardly walked over to the Hufflepuff table, tripping on the way, and he cursed aloud. Finding his seat at last, he sat down, staring intently at his empty plate.

Taylor Swan joined at the Slytherin Table, her green eyes scanning over the motley mix of people that had gathered there.
One of her eyebrows raised as she saw the blue haired kid, biting her bottom lip in envy.
Xanthe Murder might have been a tramp, but she knew how to pick her men.[/size]

[Miss Murder]

Xanthe, Alcatraz & Snape
Say goodbye to the lives you take, to the life you make.
To the hearts you break and all the cyanide you drank.

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“Charlie, I swear to fucking Christ if you don’t get off of me…!”
Xanthe tore her fellow Slytherin’s arms away from her body, gripping his wrists tightly as she eliminated them. She looked a lot like a superhero ripping off their Muggle clothes to go fight a battle. She stepped away from Charlie once he was put behind her and glared back over at the Gryffindor table, her hands malicious fists.
Seeing that Ty’e was already over there to retrieve her kitten, Murder have a scoff, narrowing her eyes.
“She’s no real Slytherin!” she hissed, off-white teeth clenched. “She should be one of them! She is too nice and too much Granger!”
Xanthe madly turned away from the table nearest to them, her face reddened from anger. She hated when Slytherins couldn’t live up to their names, their House status. Slytherins weren’t supposed to be kind people; they were placed into a position of power! Especially the purebloods like she, Charlie, and Alcatraz. They were the ones destined for the winning side, the one with the Dark Lord. Everyone on the Order’s side would perish. Where was their leader? The Boy Who Lived?
NOWHERE TO BE SEEN.
“What the fuck are you looking at you little bitch?!”
Her green eyes met with the green ones of Taylor Swan. She was obviously checking out Charlie, the boy she was intriguingly interested in. No one was going to even think about being with her man. Especially not a Mudblood.
“Xanthe… stop it,” Alcatraz cooed, nearly pleaded. “Sit down before you start anymore trouble. This is the first day back.” He stood from his seat and placed his hands on Xanthe’s shoulders, guiding her to sit back into her seat at the long Slytherin table.
The fourth year resisted at first to Alcatraz’s gesture, but he kept putting slight force on her arms to calm her down. After a few seconds of slight quarreling, Xanthe blinked and took her place again. Her face hadn’t lost its colour, but it was rather expressionless.
Alcatraz shot a look to Charlie, giving him a half smile.
“That’s how you do it.”

Severus Snape stormed through the doors of the Great Hall, scowling at all the students as he passed them. He moved between the Hufflepuff and Gryffindor table, a new arrangement he had decided on. From right to left (standing at the podium) it was Slytherin, Gryffindor, Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw. It was so he could keep the two quarreling houses from jeering from across the room, and keep their stupid business in a closer place. He could keep a better eye on them too.
The headmaster placed his pale, lanky hands on the owl podium. Its wings fluttered once, spreading to announce his arrival. Snape fully expected the students to sit down, shut up, and listen. He wasn’t going to waste more of his time on these ungrateful students than he absolutely had to.
Every last one of them was a nuisance, and each deserved to die. Including himself.

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[omega]

Charlie scowled, feeling the pressure of Xanthe's bony, scarred hands on his wrist pulling him away.
She was rather psycotic sometimes. All he was trying to do was calm her down.
Charlie narrowed his eyes at Ty'e as she walked over to the Gryffindor table. She shouldn't associate herself with someone from Gryffindor. Even if to get a pathetic kitten back.
His gray eyes looked away from the scene, disgusted. He saw the bony, pallid skeleton of Dylan Barker, and his upper lip raised in a feral snarl.
It was people like that who didn't deserve to live...
Char followed the Hufflepuffs gaze, seeing it led to Bethany Jacobs. An immediate distaste came to him. The kin of a great family of Death Eaters, fucking around with an Order member...
That's how Xanthe was.
He looked back at the redhead, her aura still radiating with fury. His lie had taken its toll, breaking up the Hufflepuff and the Slytherin.
Seeing Alcatraz raise himself, grabbing Xanthe's shoulders, he scowled.
“That’s how you do it.”
Char's eyes darkened with anger.
"I don't need to learn to do anything from you. And I suggest you don't put your filthy hands on Xanthe any time soon if you care about your health."
Charlie looked away almost immediatley, his eyes focusing yet again on the Hufflepuff, who had taken his seat by now. Breaking down the boy had come to be a habit of his now; breaking self confidence and demeanor was a habit of his he enjoyed.
Making eye contact with the Hufflepuff in a glower, he grabbed Xanthe's hand, then looking at her.
His eyebrows raised. "Forget them. It's people like them that'll be serving to us. They'll get theirs soon."
He looked at the Hufflepuff again, lowering his head to hers, his hot, moist breath in her ear in a whisper.
"Sooner than you think."

[Ty'e]

She rolled her eyes at Andare and shook her head. When she heard the words ‘ignore him’ she replied quietly mostly to herself ”Was trying to trust me”. She watched as Chayton pick her kitten up unsure of what was going to happen next. She smiled and reached out and put a hand along his to guide the kitten into her arms when she heard the yelling addressed at her. She stopped hand still on Chayton's as she looked over at Xanthe. She raised a brow at the girl then looked at Chayton for a moment specking quietly so not to piss of the Slytherin off more.

Well... That has to be the first time I have Ever heard any one of them at that table tell the truth... Ever...

She looked back at Chayton ‘Opps… crap, sorry…’ look and pulled the kitten to her. She pulled him close to her again the scratch mark from before now showing, crimson tinting the skin around it with blood. She looked back at her house table and watched as everything unraveled. She then half turned back to Andare and Chayton and spoke a little uneasy.

Yah…I think it’s safer if I just sat here for a moment, till they stop trying to kill me with their death glares... Do you mind?

She turned back fully to the two with pleading eyes. She quickly sat as Severus Snape walked in storming down the rows. She sat next to Chayton not wanting to go back to her table just yet. She knew she would have to at some point but at the moment she’d just sit there and wait as long as humanly possible before she did. She also prayed as long as possible meant till the end of the sorting and even dinner. She could put up with Andare more then she could the Slytherins. Chayton wasn’t all that bad; she didn’t mind sitting next to him really. She gave the two boys a half smile and lowered her gaze for the moment

[prongs]

A small house elf walked the empty halls of the castle, a ragged pillowcase covering her wrinkly, gray body.
Master Murder's room must be here somewhere.
Keely blinked, her ears flattening at the thought of displeasing her master.
"Keely will not displease the Master..."
The tiny house elf looked at the parcel she was carrying, delivered to her, remembering the student who had given it to her.
"Now, Keely doesn't know why someone from the house of Jacobs give Miss Xanthe something? She doesn't, oh no no no."
She looked at it, remembering the friendly black haired woman who had given it to her. It was wrapped with pink lace, the white of the box looking like marble. Whatever was inside it, it must be important...

Taylor Swan's upper lip curled, her green eyes slitting at Xanthe Murder.
"It's certainly not you, you sick little tramp." she mumbled, crossing her arms. Honestly, if it were a full moon, she would show Xanthe Murder a piece of her mind...
She looked at Charlie again obviously, just to annoy Xanthe.

Bethany Jacobs bit her bottom lip in a girly manner, her brown eyes wide with thoughts of romance. The kiss was impromptu, but it rekindled sparks at the same time.
Xanthe Murder was nothing to her anymore. Dicks before chicks. Friendship didn't matter to her; she'd topple every threat in the way of Dylan Barker.
Bethany glared at Xanthe again like she did when she was kissing Dylan, and she looked back at the Hufflepuff, who was sitting at the table again, excited for any later plans they would make.

Dylan Barker snarled, his eyes narrowing at the blue haired prick who Xanthe was currently with.
He still loved her. She led him on, he was nothing but a joke to her, but he loved her all the same.
Dylan glared at Charlie, his black eyes angry as his hands balled into obvious fists. He knew he was playing mind games with him, but it was working.
The very thought of the blue haired Slytherin made him feel murderous...

Liam blinked, looking at Ty'e as he sat at the Gryffindor table.
A Slytherin? At the Gryffindor table?
Something weird was going on.

Professor Maine sat at the teachers table, leaning in intently at what Severus had to say. Whatever it was, he hadn't heard it before.[/size]