"Maya." Silvie greeted in not particular tone.  The black feline companion perched at her feet, staring up at the new girl.  Silvie crossed her arms and glanced across the yard, she knew lots of her clas.smates did not have a quite so great "fondness" for her, whether they feared her or not...she had no idea, she just knew she wasnt partiularily "Liked" by some students.  She smirked as she brushed off this fact as she returned the glares of students from other houses.  "Summer was fine."  she wasnt in the best of moods today, and didnt want to be tested at the moment by the others.  Usually she was kinder to those in her house.

Drewn ignored the glares the students gave his friend, they were obviously jealous of her and himself, as well as the others that they decided to glare at...  he smiled slightly at Maya, "Summer was actually great thanks for asking.  Yourself?" he said in a respectful and friendly tone.  Unlike Silvie, he was in a better mood then usual... ignoring Trek who chirped from his cage.

[[Alright, since the students are starting off around the same age, it's safe to as-sume that everyone knows everyone, at least, just the names, right? o.o ]]

"What's up with the mood, Silvie?" Maya asked, grinning. "It's a new term! We should be happy." Maya pulled her wand out, but resisted casting a spell over on the dining table ornaments. Maya glanced around. Brackenthorn Academy's grand hall was slowly filling up with students, both new and old. Maya turned her attention back to Silvie and Drewn. "My summer?" She asked. "Not much happened, really. I tried to convince my parents to get me a cat, but I suppose they don't trust me with taking care of it." Maya sighed, slumping on her chair. "Of course I'll take care of the cat! I'm pretty good at Care of Magical Creatures, after all." She grumbled.

((um, I think that will be fine, with me of course.  ^^  and I used a few NPCs in my post if thats okay :)))

Silvie shrugged, "Not sure.  Annoying first years getting on my nerves back on the train helped a whole lot." she stated bitterly, resting her head on her hand and recalling the events that took place, beggining with the menacing glare she delivered to the opposing first years... and finishing when Drewn stopped her from turning them into frogs.  "But yes I suppose, I should perk up for the new term, a whole year for more more memories to make." she released a light chuckle, and watched as the rest of the students filed into the room.

Drewn shook his head, "I had to beg my parents for a year before they allowed me to have Trek here." he said, acknowledging the bird that now sat on the window of the vast hall...of course sleeping in his feathers.  "A cat?  You are one of the best in care for magical creatures, they should let you get one.  Or at least get the teacher to write to your parents about how great you're doing." he joked with a grin.

Giving a small groan as the noise of the dining hall hit her; Terra cupped her hands over her ears as she made her way over to the Treemagyck trestle table. Slipping between a large group of black-robed students talking empathetically about the Dark Arts and another comparing the plants they had grown over the summer, including alihotsy, dittany and puffapods, to name a few.

“Ugh, Herbology,” she muttered with a shiver as she pa-ssed them, knowing she was uncharacteristically not much of a Herbology lover compared to the other Treemagyck students. She was more an animal lover, preferring to work with the various mythical creatures in the Care for Magical Creatures cla-ss.

Lifting her head up she glanced at the owls that littered the windowsills up high in the tall vaulted dining hall, spotting her great gray hovering about a group of pygmies. Talking to the ladies? She thought with a small grin, slipping into the only vacated spot at their table.

There was already a food fight going on at the other end, Treemagyck students bewitching all sorts of natural plant foods and sending them wailing at the other tables. At her end the older students talked animatedly about their summers. Their travels to the forests of Canada and jungles of the Amazon, comparing the plants they had seen and collected.

“Plant nuts,” she huffed to herself.

[[What's an NPC? o~o]]

"It'll also be one of our last years, Silvie." Maya said gloomily. "Then whoosh--" She swished her arms around wildly, "Off to work we go." Maya drummed her fingers on the table, not very eager to be sent off into the working world so soon. "Thanks, Drewn." Maya chuckled. At least someone acknowledged her talent for creatures. She slapped her hand on the table. "That's it. I'm going to the Muggle shops, and nobody can stop me." She declared, though shushed up when she noticed a glare from her Transfiguration teacher. She may also be good at Transfiguration, but the teachers weren't the type to pick out favorites. "I'm going on Saturday. Anyone want to come?" She asked, grinning. "I want a pretty Burmese, or perhaps a Ragdoll..." She started to jabber out all the species of cats she knew.  

((NPCs= Non player charrys.))

Silvie rolled her eyes as she wove her wand under the table, flipping a row of food flinging students backwords slightly, but not enough to fully knock them over.  "Immaturity at this age...its revolting." she growled, a small snicker in her voice, what was she speaking of?  She could be just as immature.  "I'm in.  Muggle towns mean lots of pranks that wizards and witches get away with." she smiled, "As long as we're not caught." she added at the last moment, using her wand once more to deflect a flying pastry back towards the thrower.  Unfazed by the feeble attempts by the other house to start a fight.

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Drewn rolled his eyes and ignored the scene behind him, "I myself am a charms type of person." he smiled lightly, "animals...not really my thing." he said lightly, taking a small bite of an apple crisp. 

Maya tried to stop Silvie's army of food from bothering the younger students, but she drew out her wand a second too late. "Silvie, you're going to get more looks from the students if you do that." She sighd, semi-amused. She glanced mischievously at Drewn. "I'm more a Transfiguration, if you ask me." She said, pointing her wand at a salt shaker near Drewn. She muttered something under her breath, and a small beam of lavender made its way to the salt-shaker. It slowly transformed into a starling, its feathers as white as the salt crystals. It chirped curiously, then hopped around, pecking Drewn on the hand and then flying to Maya, perching on her shoulder. 

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Akira, half-asleep, noticed a short-haired girl sit down on the table. "Oh look! Not a first year!" He couldn't help but cry out in joy. He had to maintain curious glances from the younger first years, and a few squeals of 'cuuuute!' when girls saw Bowen. His owl ruffled his feathers indignantly. Bowen didn't really like being known as 'that cute little owl'.  

Silvie smiled wickedly, "good.  Spreads my name about the school as that girl you shouldnt mess with." she replied cooly, snickering slightly as the bird pecked at Drewn.  She herself was not horrible but not great at transfiguration... she managed to pas.s but not with flying colors.  She caught the looks of several first years as they cocked their heads in curiosity... Silvie ignored these looks...debating whether to strike or not.

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Drewn pulled his hand away, a small peck mark apparent in the skin..."thanks.  That's deffinatly a battle scar worth showing off." he stated jokingly. 

((sorry for the fail, i gtg for the night D;))

"I'm not that short, am I?" Terra asked worridly, glancing down at her hands. She lifted her head slightly and gave the boy a surprised glance, before it melted into one of anger. "Wait, did you just call me a first year?" she asked incredulously. "I'm graduating next year, you dolt.”

Thought she was glaring at Akira it wasn’t hard to tell she wasn’t too mad, despite the tight frown she now held on her face.

Of course, in the next few seconds the anger on her face changed yet again to an ex
pression of adoration. "Is that an elf owl? Micrathene whitneyi," she muttered, though not in an attempt to show off. It was simply second nature for her to name any creature that walked by, or slithered, flew or crawled, by it's latin name.

Bowen ruffled his feathers again, puffing up and trying to appear twice his size. Akira chuckled. His Elf Owl clearly saw the look of adoration on Terra's face. "Sorry, he doesn't like it when people do that to him. Y'know, make cute faces at him." He patted Bowen's head affectionately, though Bowen, attempting to act as un-cute as possible, remained stiff. 

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Maya grinned at Drewn's joke, drawing out her wand again and tapping gently on the starling. The bird flew up, turning back into a salt shaker, and fell to Maya's hands. "Aw, Silvie, you seriously gotta lighten up. You were a first-year once too, you know." Maya paused. "Well, not a stupid little ditzy one, but you know what I mean."  

[[I think we should stop here and wait for Sara and Mallie's intros c: ]]