Hogwarts: The Next Generation

[Adana Phoenix]

"All Aboard the Hogwarts Express!" yells the conductor.

Students and parents are hugging and kissing each other by feverishly, for the Hogwarts Express is getting ready to take off. Students hurry onto the train, just before the train begins to move, yelling their farewells and wavingout of windows. Tearful mothers and proud fathers wave back before turning around and going home.

There is an air of excitement on the Hogwarts Express as students meet up with old friends, or meet new ones, all vying to grab the best compartments. There are many new faces, even among the older students, so much curiosity and talk has begun. For the next several hours, students will be forced into compartments, only emerging to get candy and sweets from the vending lady, with only the Prefects and Head Boy and Head Girl supervising.

Hopefully, there will be no trouble or fighting before the school year even begins... but this is, after all, a train full of hormonal teenagers who are striving to prove their worth to their fellow students... we shall see what unfolds.

((OOC: Students may now begin posting!))

[Belle Madden]

Belle raced at the barrier between platform 9 and 10. She had just given her Muggle parents and sisters hugs and kisses, then a hurried farewell as she rushed into Platform 9 3/4. She tossed her messy blonde hair behind her back, grinning as she stepped from the Muggle part of the station to the platform where she would catch a train for the magic school Hogwarts, for the seventh time in her life; and the last time.

She was wearing muggle clothing, of course. Quite boyish things, too. Her baggy trousers had small areas caked with mud or smudged with dirt, her plain loose T-shirt with a slight rip in the back, her hair wild and unbrushed... Not how most would present themselves for the occasion. But, Belle didn't care about her appearance, whatsoever.

Worriedly, she glanced at the cage on the trolley in front of her, containing a handsome brown and white barn owl. He had the same birthday as Belle, the 9th of May. He was exactly ten years younger than Belle; he would turn seven this school year.

Spirit looked slightly disgruntled, but was putting up with it well, not frightened at the slightest. Relieved, Belle looked up, but gasped. The train had just started to leave.

She raced over, the wheels of her trolley squeaking loudly as she did so. She saw the concerned faces of some parents, while some laughed lightly. A Prefect at the door of the train saw Belle, quickly steadying the trolley and pulling it in, and offering Belle a hand to climb in. The teenager took it, thanking the Prefect, who nodded their acknowledgement.

Belle was relieved to find an empty cabins, glad not all students had yet seated themselves in the compartments. Belle made her way to an empty cabin, stepping into it and closing the door carefully. She sat down on one seat, glancing at the small and blurred window at the top of the door, then at her bird. She smiled as she stepped to the cage, opening the small door. With a hoot, Spirit got out of his cage, and circled the cabin twice, before landing on the edge of the window. Belle intook breath quickly, standing up again and gently shooing Spirit. He looked at her strangely, staying where he was.

"Come on, boy..." she held out her hand. In annoyance, Spirit hopped on; he had waited a short time before doing so. "Good boy, Spirit," Belle praised, glancing catiously out the window into the corridor, hoping no one had noticed the blurred figure of a bird on the window's edge.

Belle sat down, Spirit jumping onto her shoulder. He nibbled affectionately at her ear; Belle grinned, stroking his soft, smooth feathers. He gave a strange sound of affection.

Yes, it was a risk, to let out her bird in the compartment. But Belle was a daredevil, and she loved poor Spirit so much... She had stayed at her aunt's for a week or so before going to Hogwarts, and her aunt had not allowed Belle to let the owl out; she didn't like birds. Belle hadn't had anytime or place to let him out when her parents and sisters picked her up to take her to the station. So the poor creature had been stuck in his cage for a week. Even if this was a confined space, at least it was something, at least Spirit could stretch his wings.

[Michael Smith]

A tall boy glanced boredly about the platform, before his gaze returned lazily to his parents. A slight smile tugged at his mother's lips; she reached forward, kissing him on the forehead. Michael eyes closed tightly, a look of disgust on his face as he tolerated it. His father nodded slightly, giving an emotionless smile, clasping his son on the shoulder.

"Come back with good marks, for your last year, Michael. We need to be able to get you a... Uh, a good job." The man smirked lightly. Michael knew what he meant. His father imagined Michael becoming the second Dark Lord. Michael imagined the same thing.

"Yeah, see ya. G'bye, Mum, Dad. Don't worry, I'll get a suitable job when I return."

He turned, glancing into the pet carrier on his trolley, containing the big black cat, Demon. "G'boy," he said to it lightly, rolling his trolley to the train. Hogwarts Express.

Michael wheeled it through the corridor of the carraige, kicking out violently at a first or second year boy with a sneer as he did so. The train was crowded, so nobody seemed to noticed as he entered an empty cabin. He was grinning as he waiting for someone to enter. Someone to taunt. Who would be his first unfortunate victim for the year?

He reached to the pet carrier, opening it to stroke the cat, who spat viciously, takened by surprise, and turning, in a position as if he was ready to attack. Seeing who it was, though, he let out a breath through his nose loudly, as if annoyed, before settling and allowing Michael to pat him roughly.

"Maybe you could kill someone's bird or rat, or some animal..." His voice was thoughtful and casual as he considered how to terrorize other students and waited impatiently for someone to enter. He flattened his black hair, which was shining. He frowned angrily as the cat suddenly lost it's temper, thrusting it's claws into him. Demon was a vicious creature, that was why Michael had chosen him. Well, he was far better with Michael than with anyone else. Still, the muscular boy slapped the cat cruelly, who arched it's back, hissing furiously.

"Stupid cat!" he slapped it once more, before removing his hand, glancing impatiently at the door, from which he heard the muffled bustle and talk of students. He glanced out the window; they were leaving. He raised a hand lazily as he saw him mother waving to him as the train gained speed, leaving the platform behind.

[Damien Lorenzo]

Damien's parents refused to allow him to go to the Platform alone as he wanted. They insisted that since they were not going to see him for nearly a year, or at least until Christmas, they had every right to accompany him. Grudgingly, he had no choice but to allow them to drive him to the Platform, where his mother made a big, tearful show hugging him, and his father shook his hand in a gruff, manly way. He had always been like that, never very affectionate past shaking hands or casting a smile. Shaking his head with disgust at his mother, he shook his father's hand. No words were spoken; their farewells were always like this. Instead, Damien picked up his trunk, thrust it on a trolley, and headed toward the magical barrier.

It was not until he was on the train that he forgot one very important person: Morgana Weasley. He had completely forgotten about her over the past week, and it wasn't until he was in plain view that he remembered that she wanted to meet with him. Well, over that week, Damien changed his mind about her. Sure, they had their fun over summer break, and yes, she was gorgeous and exciting... but beyond that, Damien was sure that they would just never work out. She had too much of a conscience for his liking.

But he had heard about how obsessive Morgana could be from the guys at Hogwarts. When she was determined, she would do anything to get her way. If only she was that determined to have sex... thought Damien absently as he looked around the platform for a sign of her. Thankfully, she was nowhere to be seen.

Once on the train, however, he was sure that he saw a flash of blond hair from someone about Morgana's height. Damien was not up to dealing with her - he had some important things to ponder - so he ducked into the nearest compartment. He slid in so that if someone were ot glance inside, they would not see him. It was in this position, flat against the wall, that he noticed the compartment was not empty, but a very familiar face was inside the compartment as well. There, sitting down with his pet cat on his lap, was fellow Slytherin Michael Smith.

[Michael Smith]

Michael glanced up at the door again eagerly. He was bored, and really wanted someone to frighten or hurt... Whatever was most convinient. He smirked lightly, eyes dashing to his cat, in his pet carrier. The tomcat would certainly attack anyone bar him. He scowled slightly; well, sometimes Demon would attack Michael, too.

As the entire figure came into view, though, a grin came over Michael's face. It was a close friend of Michael's. It was Damien Lorenzo. Not a victim for him, but a friend.

"Hey, Damien!" he greeted, with a slight smile. Studying his friend, he explained, "I was hoping some little mudblood oddsock," he used the name he frequently used instead of Hufflepuff, which Damien would well know what he meant by "would come in. I felt like having some fun with someone... What, are you hiding from something, or...?"

Michael didn't yet know of Damien's most recent relationship, so could not have guessed who Damien hid for, yet, he had an idea. Smirking, he inquired, "A girlfriend, would it be? I can tell by the look on your face. Just get rid of her, if she's not worthwhile. Who is it?"

[Damien Lorenzo]

Damien glanced at the door, but no one was there. Perhaps he was getting a bit too paranoid... Either way, he felt much more comfortable with the compartment door closed, so he slid it shut, careful to stay out of sight, just in case Morgana happened to come down the train, looking for him. As an extra precaution, so that his voic didn't carry to the outside corridor, Damien whipped out his wand, pointed it at the compartment door, and muttered "Imperturbable." He then closed the slats so that no one would be able to see inside. Finally, he sat down opposite Michael, getting ready to tell him the story.

"Okay, so over the summer, I went to Diagon Alley to get supplies for Hogwarts, and I ran into that hot chick from Gryffindor, Morgana Weasley. I don't know what was up with her, but she was all over me, flirting and stuff. So we talk, and then we start to make out in public, and we start groping and all that. So I ask her fi she wanted to go someplace where we can be alone, and she freaks out on me. Then she somehow roped me into agreeing to see her again today, but I forgot to send an owl telling her that I changed my mind, so now... I'm trying to stay out of sight. You've heard the rumors about her, haven't you? She gets psycho ex-girlfriend on guys like me."

Damien sat back and glanced toward the door, as if expecting her to burst in at that very moment. "Am I so obvious that you knew it was immediately girl problems?" he asked absently.

[Michael Smith]

Michael frowned, nodding as Damien told the story. Michael looked at him strangely as he ended the story.

"Okay, yeah I've heard the rumours, but you're going out with her? She's a Gryffindor! Seriously, Dammo, I would never go out with a Gryffindor. Though, they're not as bad as Hufflepuffs." He grinned lightly, nodding understandingly as he finished his playful teasing. "Go phycho right back at her. Or, even, curse her or hex her, something to warn her. Then she'll leave you alone."

Michael was smirking slightly. "Just stay in here for now, then. Wait 'till she comes here, if she does, then let it fold out however it does."

((OOC: Sorry it's short; I have to go. Bye!))

[Damien Lorenzo]

Damien grimaced. "Yeah, I know, you're right. But have you seen her? She's one of the hottest, if not the hottest girl in the entire school! I thought I was going to get lucky, the way she was coming after me. I wouldn't call her a girlfriend... exactly... we never used those words..."

But the more he thought about it, the more it became apparant that Morgana had somehow distracted him long enough to make him her boyfriend. Damn, thought Damien. And I was looking forward to flirting with girls my seventh year... He looked up at Michael. "How could I be so blind?" he said in disgust with himself. "I could hex her, it's true, but... I still want her." He sighed. "She didn't act like a Gryffindor over the summer, wearing that mini skirt and all."

He sat back on the seat, and looked out the window for a brief moment. The train had started to pick up speed now, and they were off to Hogwarts for what promised to be a rather dismal year. Damien supposed he would just have to deal with Morgana when she came by... which, hopefully, would be a while before she barged in. Then again, maybe she'll be in a frisky mood, like that day in Diagon Alley. If she does go psycho on me, thought Damien, I can do the same to her. I'll make her break up with me, and then I'll date her best friend just to prove I can hurt her more than she can me. There's no way she stands a chance with Michael, and he's the closest thing I have to a best friend. That'll be entertaining.

[Michael Smith]

Michael laughed lightly at his friend's words. "Yeah, she's not a girlfriend, though you were making out! Really, Damien... And you're running away from her yet you want to be with her... Seriously."

He shook his head slightly, glancing at Demon. The cat hated the train rides. He was four years old, at the prime of his age. Sighing, Michael reached into the pet carrier, roughly snatching the tomcat up by the scruff of the neck and pulling him out, almost dropping him on his lap.

"Demon's such a wimp. He can't stand the train drives." Michael complained about the cat, staring at it. Really, Demon was handling it better than most cats would. He sat silently, hair straight up on his back, but that was likely from annoyance with Michael. The boy patted him lightly, glancing up at Damien.

Damien was obviously thinking, looking as his glazed eyes. A smirk came over Michael's face, which he quickly turned back down to Demon. His eyes creeped up to look at Damien again, but he was still abscently ruffling his pet's head. He blinked, before suddenly swearing loudly as the cat yowled; glancing down, he looked at his bleeding hand. He'd hand had wandered near the cat's eyes, and poked or rubbed them, it seemed, so Demon had clawed him three times, biting while he was at it.

"Stupid cat!" he snapped, swearing again. He snatched the cat up by the scruff of it's neck again, but this time shook it cruelly. Demon hissed, pain in his eyes as he was violently shaken. Furiously, Michael slapped the cat, before thrusting it to Damien.

"Keep it! Stupid cat. I hate it, it's good for nothing..." He snapped, glancing at his bloody hand.

Of course, Michael was bad tempered. He got angry over small things, but he'd get over it. As well as Damien knew Michael, he'd know that Michael didn't mean it, even if he thought he did at the time. Michael would be stroking the cat again withing a few days, if not before sunset that night.

[Morgana Weasley]

Morgana walked onto the Platform with her parents proudly. Many assumed that she was ashamed of her father; after all, he had been bitten by a werwolf in its human form, causing him to grow a lot of facial hair that resembled fur more than anything else, and was also accountable for his liking raw meat. Morgana, however, was not ashamed, and was actually rather proud of her father. He was the best man she had ever known, and she considered herself lucky for having him as her father. Besides, for his lack of attractive features, her mother more than made up for it.

She kissed her parents goodbye. "You be good this year," said Fleur, Morgana's mother with a French accent that still protruded in her English. "It is your last year at 'Ogwarts, make it a good one."

"You know we love you," added her father, giving her an extra hug. "We'll see you over vacation."

Morgana smiled at her parents, waved goodbye, and walked to the train, flashing a charming smile at a First year boy as she walked past. Once on the train, it began to slowly take off, and she waved one last time at her parents, who waved back. Once out of sight, the calm, good-daughter expression melted off her face, and was replaced with the look she normally wears when she has business to take care of.

She looked around the train, searching for Damien's shock of dark hair, his brown eyes, and tall stature. He was nowhere to be seen. That's all right, thought Morgana, a smile creeping up to her lips. If he wants to play hide and go seek, I can do that. He's gotta be here somewhere...

And so Morgana walked down the train, past compartments filled with people, waving at those students she knew, glaring at those who annoyed her. Still, Damien was nowhere to be seen. Now, she was getting annoyed. Why would he not be in plain sight? she wondered. They had planned to meet, had they not? It could be that he simply forgot... but she doubted it. He didn't want to be found, or maybe he gets some perverse pleasure from hiding... Or maybe he had found a new girl already. Well, that simply just will not due.

Morgana walked back to the beginning of the compartments and decided to check them all. She knew what kind of crowd Damien went with, and judging by the noise emenating from the compartments around her, he was not likely to be in this area. The first compartment she wanted to check had a door that was not completely closed. Morgana stuck her head in, scanning the compartment, but only one person was here: a Hufflepuff Seventh Year named Belle Madden.

Morgana knew Belle, although they never talked or hung out much. She had worked with her a few times in class, but other than that, they just didn't cross paths. But Belle, for some reason, did not annoy her, despite the girl's messy appearance. Maybe she saw Damien today, thought Morgana. She sld in, eying the loose owl warily, and slid the compartment door closed so that the creature wouldn't fly out and panic students. "Hi, Belle... Um, have you seen Damien Lorenzo, by any chance? A tall, handsome, dark-haired, brown-eyed Slytherin Seventh Year?"

[Belle Madden]

Belle looked up in surprise as she heard the door slide open. She glanced worriedly at her owl.

"Quick, close the door," rushed Belle. Spirit was looking curiously out the slightly open door into the corridor. His owner grinned, relieved, as Morgana stepped in quickly, closing the door after herself.

"Yeah, g'day, Morgana," smiled Belle, "Uh.. Oh, Damien. I kind of know him... Um, no, I haven't seen him. Though, I didn't really notice anyone when I got on the train, I was in a hurry," a sheepish look came over her face, "The train was already moving. I was the last on."

Belle paused in her talk as Spirit hooted softly, watching Morgana curiously. He swooped up off Belle shoulder, letting out an ear damaging screech, before carefully circling Morgana, and landing on the girl's head. Belle laughed, looking to see how Morgana reacted; she knew the other seventh year was careful with her appearance. Belle, though, saw no point in trying to make oneself look 'pretty'.

"Anyway, no, I didn't see him. No idea where he is," she turned her head for a moment, to stare out the window. She hated train rides. She got sick. She prefered to be out in the open, outside. That's where Belle was always found, at Hogwarts and home. Sighing, she gazed at Morgana again, and grinned. "Why? You got a new boyfriend? Really, how many have you had? I haven't had one boyfriend... Ever. Everyone seems to find that strange..." Shaking her head, she added, "Spirit's okay there, isn't he? Hopefully he doesn't need to go toilet!"

The muggleborn laughed, before glancing to the top of Morgana's head. Spirit had began to nibble Morgana's hair.

[Damien Lorenzo]

Damien shrugged, knowing that Michael was right. "I don't know what's wrong iwth me... I guess I dread the meeting. I know she's going to turn all righteous and goody-two-shoes on me. But why does she have to be so damned hot in the process?" it was a rhetorical question, so Damien continued to daydream about Morgana.

Loud swearing suddenly broke damien reverie. He looked up to see Michael, furious, ready to toss his pet aside, but instead, tossed it on Damien's lap. As Michael did so, Damien spotted the scratch and scarlet blood on his friend's hand. The cat, who did was not particularly fond of Damien, hissed at both of them, digging his claws into Damien's leg. Damien swore, picked up the cat, and set it down beside him, but in the process, the cat left holes in his jeans where its claws had been.

He was generally not as cruel to animals as Michael, and could hardly understand why he acted as cruelly as he did. After all, animals just did not have the intelligence Humans possessed, so why punish them for it? But he also knew that when it came to Michael's own pets that he often showed his affection for the creature in a rather rough way anyway. he would get over the anger he currently felt sooner or later... and when he did, the idiotic cat would willingly come to his call.

"So, what did you do over summer vacation?"

[Michael Smith]

Shaking his hand, as if the wound would vanish and the pain stop if he did so, he glanced back up at Damien.

"I don't see why you like her! She's so... She gets on my nerves. And she looks, even, superficial," complained Michael moodily.

He watched as Demon clawed through Damien's jeans, letting out a sigh. He glared at the cat, as if it would scare the animal as much as it did all the younger students and even most of those his age. He grumbled, "Stupid cat," as he looked back up at his friend.

"Not much... I got a new Firebolt, my last two are a bit scratched and some of the twigs are broken, but Dad won't let me take it to Hogwarts... I got a few animals, but I can't take them either..." he went on, naming various things most families couldn't afford, but, for his wealthy family, was quite ordinary, and he wasn't that pleased with it. Eventually, he paused, looking at Damien. "Did you do anything?"

[Damien Lorenzo]

"I don't exactly know why I like her either, to tell you the truth. If you would have seen her in Diagon Alley... man, she was just... I don't know," he finished his sentence rather lamely. "There's just something about her. And I don't think she looks superficial... she just cares about her appearance, is all."

Damien nodded, listening to his friend list all the things he did over the summer. Damien couldn't help but wish that he had magical parents that knew the worth of a decent broom and things of the sort... but what could he do? He was adopted by Muggle parents, so he would just have to deal.

"What did I do over the summer... well, my parents got a new computer and a few games, which I spent most of my time doing. They wouldn't let me out of the house much... don't know why... But when I got the chance, I went to Diagon Alley, and that's where I met Morgana. I sneaked out and went to the Muggle clubs a few times, but I get bored with Muggle girls easily."

[Sarah Lupin]

Sarah stepped through the barrier between Platform 9 and 10, entering Platform 9 3/4. A wide grin covered her face. She glanced at the barrier, waiting for her parents to come through.

"Oh!" she stumbled back as Nymphadora, her mother, stepped into her. Sarah fell into an awkward heap on the ground while her mother threw out her arms to catch her balance, before stepping aside. Sarah laughed at her mistake.

"Sarah! You should have stepped out of the way so me and your father could come through!" Her mother lectured, but couldn't help a smile come over her face. Her hair had turned from fairy floss pink to an embarrassed red, which stuck up strangely. Sarah laughed, and she paused for a moment, before her eyes became a bright pink.

The two were both Metamorphgi, able to change their appearance at will. Sarah loved the ability, and didn't know how she could get through life without it.

Her father, Remus Lupin, came through the barrier next, holding a pet carrier containing Whisper, better known as Cat-Cat, Sarah's big white female cat. He looked incrediously at Sarah, still sitting on the ground.

"I forgot to move out of the way," explained Sarah, "So Mum came through and stepped into me."

Remus shook his head. "You two are a clumsy pair."

Sarah kissed and hugged her parents, before gathering her trunk and gear, cat in it's cage in one hand, trunk in the other. Several other things were tucked under her arms in an unorganised fashion as she rushed to the train, which had just hooted, and was about to move. Sarah climbed in. Glancing about the carriage, she looked in a few compartments which were all full. Eventually she found one with two boys whom she vaguely recognised as some seventh year Slytherins, Damien Lorenzo and Michael Smith, she thought. Well, there was nowhere else.

Forcing herself to smile brightly, she greeted, "Hey. The other compartments are full."

She went awkwardly to sit beside Damien, before seeing a large black cat. She stumbled, and the cat spat, digging it's claws into her back. Sarah stepped forward, and sat on the opposite seat instead, carefully placing her things down. Cat-Cat meowed from in her cage, hearing another cat. Sarah frowned, looking at Damien as her nose changed, with a pop, into a pig's nose; one of her mother's favourites.

"Uh, is he okay with other cats," she asked with uncertainty. Her hair was now long and black, almost to her waist.

[Michael Smith]

Michael shook his head, a look of disgust on his face. "You know, you're the only person I know who was brought up be Muggles that I don't hate. Stupid Muggles, it must be awful. You're real parents must be witches and wizards, though, otherwise you couldn't have been a Slytherin. Really, to be raised by Muggles... It must disgust you."

As another girl entered, Michael watched her strangely. She had long black hair... He didn't recognise her. Still, this would be something to keep him entertained. He glanced meaningfully at his friend, before turning to the smaller girl, a menacing look on his face. Again, he gazed at his friend, waiting for his reaction towards the girl, who would have had to be a couple of years younger than them. His look was exressionless as the girl's nosed changed to that of a pig's, and he realised it had to be that Metamorphgi, Sarah Lupin.

[Damien Lorenzo]

"Yeah, it's a drag having Muggle parents. They never know what the true worth of a broomstick is or Galleons for that matter... My parents must be a witch and wizard, although I don't know who they are. We actully got into this huge row this summer, about me wanting to find out about my real parents. They don't want me to do it, they said they raised me, so they're my parents, but -"

Damien stopped mid sentence when a girl barged into their compartment. He didn't immediately recognize her, but as she tripped, her nose changed from normal to a that of a pig's. I know her, thought Damien suddenly, that's that Metamorphmagi, Sarah Lupin. God is she clumsy.

Damien glanced at his friend; he knew this was the type of girl that he liked to pull cruel pranks on. A small smile twitched his mouth, and Damien lifted his chin slightly in agreement. Let's see what kind of damage we can do here...

He highly doubted the other compartments were full, but he didn't say anything. Instead, he fixed a convincing pleasant facade in place. "That's all right. You're Sarah Lupin, am I right?"

[Sarah Lupin]

Sarah watched with uncertainty as the two older boys exchanged looks. She shifted slightly. They gazed at each other meanfully; what were they planning?

She relaxed slightly as Damien turned with a kind slightly, and felt more comfortable as he pleasantly named her.

"Okay, thanks! Yes, I'm Sarah Lupin. You're, um, Damien Lorezo? And," she glanced at the other boy, "Michael, uh, Smith?"

The Metamamorphmagi looked questioningly at them, settling in the seat. When Whipser let out a sound of fright when the train hooted, she sighed, reaching to place the pet carrier on her lap. The cat stared out at her with her blue-green eyes. Sarah reached into the cage, stroking her soft, silky fur. Gently, she picked up the cat. Cat-Cat yowled; she didn't like being picked up. She was quite wild, for that matter.

Sarah smiled lightly, placing the cat on her seat. Glancing at the boys again, she felt comfortable. They meant no harm, they weren't overly mean Slytherins, it seemed.

[Damien Lorenzo]

"Yes, I am."

He looked at Michael, questioning him with his eyes... What does he want to do to this poor, innocent, little Gryffindor?

He looked back at Sarah. "So... uh, what year are you in?" asked Damien, buying time and appearing to be overall a good-natured person. He couldn't believe that the girl didn't know that Michael had a reputation for tormenting younger students... Must have slipped her mind, perhaps... Oh, is this going to be fun.

[Sarah Lupin]

((OOC: Sarah's a Gryffindor! Belle's the Hufflepuff.))

Sarah nodded, watching him again look at Michael. It made her feel momentarily uncomfortable. They don't mean anything, she thought, what is wrong with looking at your friend?

"I'm a fifth year," replied Sarah, stroking her cat. "You two are both in year seven, right?" She glanced down at Whisper, who was watching Demon. She tried to struggle out of Sarah's hands, towards Demon. Sarah held her carefully. "Uh, is you're cat friendly? Will they be okay together?" She asked; the question was directed at Damien, as the cat was beside him. It seemed that Damien owned the cat.

This post has been edited by Sarah Lupin on Feb 14 2007, 09:14 PM