Settling In ((Open))

[geetay]

"Erm, Aubergine is Ravenclaw and Celeste is Slyther..." he trailed off when the girl turned to him and asked the question, his blood chilling at the words and the look of distaste he read on her features that had been so kind before.

He'd only been there a matter of hours and already someone had pinned him for what he was. Feeling a little sick, he realized that everyone probably knew the moment he'd walked into the school. Perhaps there was something Celeste hadn't told him. Perhaps magic folk could just sense it; he wondered if Muggles smelled horrible to magic folk or if it was some minute detail that was different, something he'd never noticed. The shape of his ears or the way his hair was always so straggly. Maybe that marked him as a muggle.

Either way, he'd been found out and now Celeste would never speak to him again. His ears hot and red, he quietly closed his book, swallowing thickly. "No, I'm not." He lied, not knowing what else to do, pulling away from her and sliding off the chair. He forced a smile onto his lips that didn't quite reach his eyes, something he'd learned to force easily after years of living with the stern pure blood family that expected him to always be grateful. "Thank you both for keeping me company. I think I can fall asleep now...I'm tired. It was lovely to meet you both." He nodded to them and turned, carrying the oversized book in both arms tight to his chest as he shuffled quickly away from their questions into the darkness of the tunnel that led back to his room, only letting tears fill his eyes when he was safely hidden back in the enormous bed, the blankets pulled up over his little muggle head.

[oliviahall]

Liv zoned out as the exchange occurred between her two housemates, the hair-dye obsessed girl dominated the conversation. The boy’s nerves were easily spottable, but Olivia didn’t make things any more uncomfortable for him by interjecting anymore mysterious anti-Ministry statements into the conversation. She was a realist, maybe even a pessimist, she new it was a fault to dash someone’s hopes with the world, but she couldn’t help herself. Governments were just another hindrance on her life, she would never be free with that ominous force that forced laws and regulations down her throat.

She leaned her head back against the chair, it gave way and sucked her skull into it’s grasp, there wasn’t a firm chair in the place, everything was designed to make the students comfortable. Comfort was not something that Olivia welcomed, she was much too sterile of a person to enjoy the simple pleasures of a well-cushioned seat, she’d prefer discomfort, at least that kept her on her toes.

Her jaw dropped, parting her lips at the girl’s abrasive question to the boy. Are you muggle born? Looked like someone had no tact, or at least ignored the manners that were customary in the social realm. Blood status was such a tender subject, and despite the girl laying the caring tone on thick to him Olivia still saw it as rude. Why would anyone ask such a thing? Did it really matter? ”Don’t answer that munchkin, it’s no one’s business.” Olivia glared at the girl, who incidentally had her own eyes on Olivia. ”I already thought you had no tact with that last question, but now you’re checking me out? Smooth.”

Olivia leaned forward from the suction cup of a chair and rested her elbows on her knees. Still staring the girl down with the intense gaze of her grey eyes. George’s answer peaked Liv’s interest and she turned her eyes onto him. Interesting, she would have guessed otherwise, but his hasty exit seemed to confirm her speculation. ”Night.” She called after him, but he was out of the room before she could give a proper farewell.

”Way to scare the kid off, your conversation skills are about as classy as that dye-job your rocking.”. It wasn’t just the fact that she should be off in her dream world that was irking Olivia, this girl seated across from her was just plain obnoxious.

[bostonsong89]

Corrine watched as the boy jetted off. Her heart sank out her ass and she felt horrible. Obviously he had to be muggle-born, he knew nothing about magic ,the ministry and he ran off mid conversation. Corrine was distracted by the boy’s exit by the voice of Liv. Which was unexpected. Corrine watched at the equally pale girl sat down across from her and listened politely as she insulted her hair.

She’s one to talk, bursting in with her ministry controversies, which that hadn’t been since the Potter kid was in school, so there really wasn’t need for her to bring some thing like that up. Corrine squinted her eyes at her comment towards her taste and class. Corrine was infact very classy, just because her hair was multi colored didn’t mean a thing. Calista and ayla had multi colored hair as well, why wasn’t she calling them out? Great, it was just like her first year all over again.

“ Sorry, but filling the boy’s head with controversies theories is tasteful? I asked him an up front question, nothing to be ashamed of. I just figured I’d ask him seeing how he didn’t even know a thing about the ministry. And keeping it tasteful by insulting me and how I look? Whoa… I want to be just like you.” Corrine said with sarcasm and disbelief that a girl in her own house would put her down in such a manner.

[oliviahall]

Obviously not all late night company that was to be found in the common room was as much to her liking as her prior encounter. Looking, more so glaring, at the girl across from her just made her all the more thankful that she had met someone like that Scottish, cashmere clad goddess. Oh god, if it had been Miss Rainbow that had stumbled in on her intoxicated state she would have opted for sleep instead. And her slumbers were not something to pine after.

Olivia sighed at the girl’s retort, she had not ran away from her bitchy roommate to come face to face with a new drama. It was her own fault, even in her tired state she could acknowledge that she was the one who unleashed a slew of epithets at the girl first. She gave up, her intentions were good, trying to protect the boy, but now it was apparent that all she succeeded in doing was making herself look like a bitch. Liv was hardened to the world, how couldn’t she be, but that was no excuse to put down someone who’s own intentions were obviously good.

”Look i’m sorry. The whole blood thing is just a sensitive issue you know?” Her eyes fell away from the girl and down to her own bare feet, she could swallow her pride enough to apologize, but she wasn’t capable of facing the look of satisfaction that it was sure to provoke.

[bostonsong89]

Corrine had looked in the girls nearly cold and hardened eyes too see some thing she didn’t expect. Was the girl apologizing yet avoiding any humanly reactions to her own mistake? Corrine felt a sigh of discontent escape her nose. Corrine stood up and patted her hands on her legs. Clearly this girl wasn’t one to like admitting her wrongs but Corrine was. Though blood meant nothing to Corrine, either it was pure or not, she didn’t pay much mind to it and Corrine didn’t understand how it was such an epic issue for most people in the school.

Corrine’s blonde/blue/pink and black hair weighed down by her mid back and the shine from her locks reflected off the candle and fire light. She moved her body to face the girl while she spoke. “ Listen, I’m sorry as well, but you started it .I’m just ..” What was she doing? She was trying to talk to the boy, to convince him there was nothing wrong with the ministry. She lost her thought and said “ trying. To.. I dunno , fuck it. “ Corrine caught a slight symptom of bitch-itus.

Corrine walked over to the farthest chair in the common room. She flung her legs into the chair to cushion her body.