Finding the Nest.

[Orynn Novim]

"Slytherins, this way. Don't doddle."[/color] Orynn said harshly to keep the first years in line.

Normally the duty to lead the first years to the Common Room was left to the prefects. Orynn however, had no interest in lagging behind with the rest of the staff in the Great Hall. He lead the group of ten or so students outside the Entrance doors, over the bridge towards the Viaduct, and then down a spiraling staircase which could've descended three stories. Finally, they were in the dungeons.

They made a sharp left, and walked a through the dark jade-tinted stone corridors. Along the way the Bloody Baron crossed their paths.

"Good evening Professor Novim." the pale ghost said to the Deputy headmaster.

"Good evening."[/color] he snapped back, walking right past him. He heard many exclamtions of shocks behind him, probably due to the ghosts cold demeanor and atmospheric influences.

They were now in a corridor not unlike the rest that they had been walking through. But Orynn had suddenly stopped and faced the wall to his right.

"Attribute"[/color] He said out loud. A huge section of the stone wall hinged inwards, opening like a massive door. Orynn walked inside and the first years flooded in after him. The Common Room was already fiilled with some of the older years who had taken the short cut.

With his black robes drooping around him, Orynn turned around to face the first years. He crossed his arms as most of them were running around looking at the cool things.

The Slytherin common room was low-ceilinged and situated right beneath the Hogwarts lake. There were greenish and silver lamps which lit up the dungeon-like room. Despite being so low, it was very warm, with a roaring fire which was situated so that students could sit around it on all ends. The boys and girls dormitories were at the very end of the room.

Orynn then address the first years. "You'll find all your belongings in the dormitories. Make yourselves comfortable, and try not to be pests. As Slytherins, our patience can only be tried so far."[/color] He heard some snickers from the older years around him. Orynn moved back to sit on the edge of the fireplace which was raised to be about 3-4 feet off the ground.

"This Common Room is yours specifically, normally no staff, including myself, are not permitted to be here. The same is true for all the Common Rooms, this space is reserved for students only. However, I will linger for just a few moments and address any..."[/color] before finishing his sentence he looked out to the rest of the students, raising his voice just one half of a notch. "...and all questions you might have."[/color]

With his expressionless face, he looked to the first years, as a number of them pushed their way through and immediately voiced their concerns. None of them being any different from any other year. One thing he did expect from the older years, was questions regarding the duel he agreed to have with the Head of Gryffindor house.

[Lysistrata [Lie] Legendre]

took a shot to the chin.
looks like you just can't win

Lie bit her lips slightly and followed the other first years. She, this being her first year in Hogwarts, had to follow them towards the common room, being quite oblivious as to where its location lingers. She remembered her mother merely shrugging when Lie asked her about the location of the Slytherin common room, only stating that Lie should stop being independent to the extremity. Nearly scoffing at that thought, Lie glanced grudgingly at those tiny creatures in front of her, and being tall, she was quite hard not to spot. Well... at least she didn't look like those tiny creatures, or else, how could she live with such shortness. Sighing, the young vampire hid behind them, or attempted to at least, as they were led to the Slytherin common room by their Head of House. During the feast, Lie was distracted by the cieling, and remained staring at it, very oblivious to her surroundings. Besides, no one attempted to talk to her, and Lie thanked that inwardly, for she didn't need anyone asking questions about her identity. Removing a strand of dark hair behind her ear, she allowed her orbs to remain fixed on the dark dungeons, absorbing the semi familiar air of slight darkness around her, partially thankful that she was somewhat hid in the shadows.

Just one more year, she kept repeating to herself reassuringly... just one more year and Lie could do whatever her heart desires. She didn't even know why she was forced to enter Hogwarts. A havoc was to occur any moment now, her instincts informed her as such. Lie wasn't one to walk in the lines, but Hogwarts might just change her... slightly. Eradicating such thoughts away from her mind, she receded a little bit when the destination towards the common room appeared in front of them. The place was rather anything but hideous, much like home... she reminded herself. Meandering for a while with her gaze, she placed it on the path in front of her, and entered semi gracefully. Brushing her garb slightly, her pale hands remained fixed on either side of her, as the herald of the excitement in the room told her that this day will be an intriguing one... or at least, that's what Lie hoped for it not to be the outcome. She will never forgive herself if she had fun in any way. Closing her eyes in a meditation type, she quickly fluttered them open, only to glance around the common room. It wasn't that bad... well, that was an underestimation.

Her line of gaze now remained fixed on the Head of House as he spoke, Lie memorizing the features to its full extremes. The last thing she wanted in Hogwarts was to mess with the wrong sort of people and result in her expulsion... or maybe that's what her plan was. A sigh escaped her lips, a barely audible one, as she shifted a little. She had no idea how will she cope in this place... how will her room mates be, and how is the courses and daily life in Hogwarts be like. Her questions exceeded to deep extremes, but she bit her lips, afraid that she might give the impression of an idiotic first year... well, her figure surely didn't give as such. The sixth year watched the other occupants of the room, from first years to seventh, and envied them for their non caring manner. She was different, she knew that, but not in a way that indicated: hey, look at me. but in a rather way that stated: I hate all. Rolling her eyes at that mere thought, she slowly and carefully approached the Head of House, being rather cautious as to not attract any glances. No one could blame Lie for hating unnecessary attention. "Professor Novim. . .?" she began, with a polite tone in which she used a lot back at home "I have heard that boggarts linger around here, is that statement true?" after her supposedly-non harming, innocent question, she couldn't help but shift a little bit. Her question was her best way to be indirect. Her boggart was one to identify what Lie really is: a vampire, and if anyone ever knew Lie's boggart... well, being kicked out of Hogwarts will be the least of it. That is why she was cautious in being indirect when asking questions, and she bit her lips slightly. Mental Note: rid yourself from that habit.

in this do or die situation.
and it's harder than it seems

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[Dónall Kennedy]

Dónall walked slowly behind the group of firsties and the Head of House; he had not felt like taking the short cut this time, relishing in the peaceful walk in the dimly lit corridors.

In his journey down to the dungeons he noticed another newcomer to the school; she wasn't there in the last 6 years of his schooling, so it was safe to assume that she was new to these halls.

He glanced curiously in her direction, wondering as to how in Merlin's world a person could be so pale; there was a thing called the sun for a reason. Don just didn't understand certain things about people, but it wasn't very much like him to go figuring things out if it had no benefit for him.

When they reached the Common Room, Dónall stuck around long enough to watch the nervous First Years, and hear the pale girl ask a question. He was curious why she would ask that question in particular, but he didn't care enough to stay behind and listen. He also had a question of his own, pertaining to that duel the Gryffie Head of House had mentioned. He would stay after class tomorrow to ask him about it.

He walked straight down to his dorm room, and plopped himself on his bed pulling the curtains closed around him. It would be a great way to end an insufferably annoying night by reading a good novel in the privacy of his own bed. His dorm-mates knew better than to disturb him when his curtains were closed, and he was extremely thankful for that.

[Orynn Novim]

"What do you teach Professor?" One eager looking boy asked.

"Transfiguration." Orynn said bluntly.

"What's that? Another boy interceded.

"I'll not repeat my lectures twice Mr. Parkinson, you'll have to wait for class time."

About four more questions were asked, and Orynn answered some of them before the first years all seemed satisfied and went off to unpack. Orynn felt the very slight and familiar feeling of a headache threatening to make itself known.

Orynn was then approached by on older student. Orynn remembered now, the Headmistress had told him of Mrs. Legendre and her... special needs. Orynn made a mental note to speak with her in a more private setting soon, in case there were any concerns that she had that he could help deliver. To respond to her question, he had to be careful not to give her secret away to the rest of the students.

"Welcome to Hogwarts Mrs. Legendre." He forced a smile, Orynn not being the smiling kind. "There are some boggarts who linger in the school, mostly down here in the dungeons, for they like darker places. But I wouldn't worry about them..." He said quickly, because he saw of the first years look at him alarmingly.

"The Grounds Keeper, and Caretaker are in charge of keeping them out, and they do well of it." Orynn said, trying to be reassuring.

[Lysistrata [Lie] Legendre]

rest in peace girl, your death is such a shame.
the paper said a bullet got in your way.

Finally not shifting, Lie nodded her head, glancing back at the other first years talking excitedly. They seemed quite cheerful about starting Hogwarts, about the new adventures they are going to conquer, whilst an adventure to them is different than those of Lie's. An adventure of hers will be conquering her own... emotions, shall we say. Sighing inwardly, Lie turned to face the Professor once again, forcing another thankful nod to be given away, before she turned on her heel and stated. "If you excuse me, Professor, I must finish unpacking." though that statement was extremely unnecessary, but Lie wasn't exactly one to exit without a word or excitement like the other first years who were chanting happily. Rolling her eyes, Lie could never remember the last time she acted so childish. In fact, she couldn't remember if there was a moment in which she acted as such.

The coldness in the dungeons never seemed to affect her in the least bit, and the fire cackling nearby helped quite a lot, but Lie never usually felt the coldness around her. Receding towards the stairs, she was met by two holes in which led to either the Boys' dormitories or the girls' ones. Obviously, the one Lie had entered was the girls' dormitories, since the other boy occupants seemed to climb towards the other side. Running a pale hand through her black hair in order to clearify her mind, she found the sixth years' dorm rooms, and entered with one swift motion into the abandoned room. Seating herself towards the farthest bed, Lie sheltered herself from any other girl who will enter the room by closing her curtains.

Lying on her bed, Lie glanced up at the cieling, closing her eyes briefly. In a while, Lie would retire towards the common room, when the commotion becomes less and less with time. A book lingered in Lie's arms as she extracted it from her trunk, and Lie started absent-mindely reading it. A book about Medieval Times in the Muggle World, where a witch was considered to be someone below them... much like Vampires are right now. A sigh escaped her lips, as she continued reading, waiting for the right moment to exit.

but i smell foul play; possible poisoning.
i had to bring you in for questioning.

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[Orynn Novim]

Orynn nodded towards Lysistrata as she made her exit. The Deputy then saw that all the students had gone about their businesses. Some were telling tales from their summer over the fire place, others had pulled out the chess boards and had begun to play. All in all, Orynn saw little reason for him to linger much longer.

He stood up from his perch and began to back up slowly towards the exit of the common room, giving a last chance to anyone who had a burning question to ask. He thought that students in their O.W.L. or N.E.W.T. Year would definitely have a troubling concern or two. Anybody?

[Thomas Bertrand Angelo]

Thomas walked in and surveryed the room with feigned curiousty.
Feels like a tomb. He thought to himself.
He noticed the deputy Headmaster was there, and his eyebrow quirked, it seemed to be his signature expression.
"S'cuses moi, Professor Novim?" he asked polietly, "I may need to speak with headmistress about how my classes will transfer from my other schools. I dont know if your E.F.D.S. are the same as what I have been studing for. Do you think you could arrange a meeting?"

[Orynn Novim]

Orynn gazed at the older looking student, and listened attentively. The Beauxbatons transfer had much promise, and he was not too bad a student either. Orynn inhaled deeply before speaking.

"Ah yes, Monsieur Angelo. Nous sommes tres contente de t'avoir ici, a Hogwarts, mais aussi dans le maison de Serpentard."[/color] Orynn pated Thomas shoulder, before retracted it again and became more business like. "I can arrange for such a meeting, but I do not think there will be any need. I myself reviewed the courses you have taken and your grades, and have deemed it acceptable for you to study whatever you wish here. The other professors concur as well."[/color]

Orynn spoke reassuringly, but with the air of someone who expected this to be known already. He was about to leave, but before he made any motion to do so he simply asked; "Rien d'autre?"[/color]

{OOC: in the French version of the HP Books, Slytherin is translated into Serpentard. Just an FYI.}