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[isaac]

Isaac stood numbly in the doorway, his muggle-like backpack slung over one shoulder and his wand clutched in the opposite hand. He'd just been sorted. Ravenclaw, was it? Great. He didn't know if he should be enthused or scared. Logan got Hufflepuff. Did that mean something? Maybe he was thinking too much about it. Probably. Wouldn't be a first. Where was Logan, anyway? Being super nice to someone? Probably.

He sniffed. The room smelled funny. Maybe it wasn't as "quality" as the name gave away. Isaac's grip on his pack strap tightened slightly. He was being stupid. Homesick already? Pitiful.

The Ravenclaw finally unglued his feet from the floor and moved slowly forward. There were a few random kids scattered here and there, most of them looking super relaxed and at ease with the world. Deciding not to draw attention to himself just yet, he picked a table off to the side and slid into an empty chair. Alright. So far so good. Maybe it wasn't that obvious that he was a first year. Maybe.

[chelsea]

[ I wish to join, if that is fine with you. ]

She was tired, and it was evident. The shadows beneath her eyes, that she constantly rubbed every few minutes. The way she kept running a hand through her hair, and stifling a yawn as it came so often. Very tired, in fact. As she let the book in her hands cover her face, she nestled back into her seat, leaning against the soft velvet that covered the armchair. It was soothing, if anything. Another yawn came her way, and she raised her left hand to cover it, slipping beneath the book that was covering her face. In cursive handwriting, the cover read Hogwarts, a History. Reminded you of anyone?

She shouldn't sleep, no, she shouldn't indeed. She should be wide awake, and reading more. More, more, more. It was what.. her father would expect from her. From the only child he had, be it a daughter. The first born, and the only one. At only fourteen years old, to say she had a lot of pressure on her, was no lie indeed. She was expected to do well in school, a follow-up performance from her elementary school days too, since she had always been top in her class. Perhaps why only a few weeks into term, and she was already hard at work. Very hard at work, indeed.

Her eyes were half-closed, as she thought. Dangerous, to let her mind drift at a time like this. Only served as more encouragement for her to fall asleep, to enter dream land. Or so they called it. As she struggled to stay awake, her ears perked up, at the sound of someone sitting down. Somebody was near her? To the other, it probably sounded like he had sat down quietly, no one able to hear; to her, with sensitive hearing, it was rather apparent he had come and joined her at the table. Her eyes now fully open, she sat straight up, the book dropping rather ungracefully onto her lap, as she looked at who had joined her.

A boy? Thoughts ran about her head, as she realised how the situation might turn out to a third person. Nervously clearing her throat, seeing as though he didn't notice her, which she wouldn't blame him for, her blue-green eyes focused on him, hoping he would notice her. Perhaps, that way, conversation was more likely to start.

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[isaac]

[Sounds good to me.]

His book bag slumped to the carpet floor. It was a loud motion that caused several heads to turn in his direction. That was, what, at least twelve eyes? Isaac stuffed his hands roughly into his pockets, careful to avoid each and every one of them. As previously stated, he didn't want the attention. He'd just been presented in front of almost the entire school, forced to wear a dorky old hat, and then walk to the tune of clapping over to the Ravenclaw table. That was enough embarrassment for one day.

Oh, you have got to be kidding me...

Isaac's icy orbs had just lifted, only to lock with someone else's: a girl sitting directly across from him. Immediately feeling like an ant beneath a microscope, his cheeks took on a violent crimson hue. "Oh

[/color]," he started, slowly reaching for his book bag. "I didn't know this table was occupied... I'll, uh, I'll leave you alone, if you want...[/color]"[/font][/blockquote]

[chelsea]

She blinked as he asked whether he should leave. Did she want him to leave? In all truth... No. She actually rather his company. Perhaps it be him, who would stop her from sleeping. Her eyes focused on him, her mind wondered whether she had even seen him before. Perhaps, at the sorting ceremony. The fourteen year old found herself biting on her bottom lip. She was never good at remembering faces; she was better when it came to names. Running a hand through the brown strands of her hair, she sank back into her seat.

His reply, she still owed him a reply. Giving a hesitant smile, rare as it was, it disappeared quickly, as she looked at him. And answered. 'I do not mind, your presence. In fact, I would rather you stay.' Being alone at times, was welcomed, yes, but she didn't like it all the time. This was one of the times. Sitting up straight, as she closed the book properly, it having previously fallen on her lap, she studied him. Black hair, covering his eyes. Reminded her of Landon, a boy she had met in the Forbidden Forest, who had decided he actually wouldn't mind being her escort for the ball. Escort, not date, mind you. He seemed rather flirty, making Chelsea apprehensive on his true intentions.

Her blue-green eyes finally leaving his face, it turned to the ground, where she stared at it for a long time. A tinge of red for the briefest moment, before it disappeared. Curse the pale skin of the Young family. She looked up again, this time focusing on the book on her lap, and asked, 'I'm Chelsea. You are?' Hopefully, he would grace her with a name.

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[isaac]

Thank God. Isaac felt himself ease into a relaxed state as the book bag strap slipped from his fingers. This girl was actually acting normal. She wasn't loud, obnoxious, overly happy, or even annoyingly fliratious. She was just... sitting there. In all reality, she reminded him vaguely of himself. Strange. A female reminding him of himself. That didn't really say much for his sexuality. Good thing he was straight, right? Right.

Isaac slumped against the back of his chair, his freed hand stuffing into his pocket. "Yeah,

[/color]" he said with a slight nod. "Chelsea Young. I remember you. You were sorted two people before I was[/color]." His head jerked to the right, forcing the long hair out of his eyes. It was an embarrassed motion. He always remembered people, either by name or face. He just never... told them he remembered them. It tended to be creepy. Especially to girls. Great. Way to send a bad first impression.

He slumped further down in his chair, leaning back so the two front legs were suspended above the carpet. Isaac's blue eyes averted from her face, feeling the curve of his cheeks starting to burn. When he spoke again, it was mumbled, but understandable. "I'm Isaac, by the way...[/color]" Gawd, he hated awkward moments. Introductions were probably the most uncomfortable part of a conversation. Hopefully it would pass. It would pass, right? Right.[/font][/blockquote]

[chelsea]

Well, this was a surprise. He actually knew who she was; and here she was thinking that she was probably not worth noticing by anyone. Giving a glance at him once again, she nodded. Two people before he was? Who had that been? She searched for a name, and only landed on what was a surname. Maniaci? She remembered that name. That's all she was. It belonged to the boy in front of her, she supposed. Yet, what was a last name, without knowing what to call him properly?

Either way, it did earn him a rare smile on her face, even if it was there for less than an instance. Crossing her legs, such that she sat on the chair itself, her legs withdrawn from the ground, blue-green eyes met his blue ones. Embarassment was seen in it, if that was embarassment. Giving an appreciative look at him, she nodded when he said his name. There, the first step to breaking through whatever awkwardness existed.

'Then nice to meet you Isaac. You're in my house, aren't you? Ravenclaw.' It was better when someone else helped move on the conversation. She wasn't shy, but it seemed she had difficulties with conversation. She was a weird one like that. As she took the book, and leaned over to place it with the rest of her things, including her prized possesion - her camera - on the table, she wobbled slightly. It was not easy keeping your balance when you were seating in an Indian-styled way, completely enclosed in the chair.

Not easy indeed.

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[isaac]

[Sorry about the delay...]

The two front legs of his chair thumped back down onto the carpet. Several heads persisted to turn in their direction, but Isaac took no notice of them. He was too busy being amazed that she actually remembered him. Sure, maybe she guessed his house. Or - he glanced down at his chest - nope, no robes. "Yeah," he answered with a slight nod. The faintest of a smile teased the corners of his lips. "Ravenclaw. First year. It's nice to meet you too, Chelsea. You're a first year too, right?"

Immediately, his face burned red. That was probably the stupidest question of his time. Of course she was a first year. She was sorted two people before him! Blahh. She was making him all jittery and nervous. It wasn't this hard to talk to that Emma Winters girl, so why was Chelsea any different? It's because she's in my house, he concluded while sitting up a little straighter. Isaac kinda felt like he had to prove something - show he was smart enough; worthy of bearing the Ravenclaw crest. Silly boy.

"Nevermind," Isaac's smile grew. He thumped his forehead into his palms, shaking his head. "That was a dumb question. I knew you were a first year.

[/color]" This situation wasn't necessarily funny, but he couldn't help himself from laughing. "Okay, new question to make up for my stupidity:" His elbows dug into the table top as he leaned into it. "Do you like Hogwarts so far?"[/font][/blockquote]

[chelsea]

[ Tis okay. xD ]

She blinked when he asked whether he was a first year. This was.. quite an obvious thing, wasn't it? She had been sorted before him, just as he had said. So needless to say, she was new to this place. Very new, in fact. She had gotten lost previously, but would never let anyone know that. Spending hours wandering about, before finally finding an exit by herself. How embarrassing.

Nevertheless, she gave a nod, deciding that it was best not to comment. Yet, the look on her face probably gave away what she was feeling. Yeah, she felt that it was weird of him to ask something he would obviously know. Brushing back her brown bangs that had once again found their way to the front of her face, a frown appeared on her face. She might love having long hair, but there were times she was really tempted to cut her fringe off. That annoying fringe of hers.

As she messed with her fringe, she almost missed his next question. Oh good, at least he realised it was a dumb question. His laughter was infectious, and if Chelsea was any less skilled in holding a straight face, she probably would have laughed too, although it was no doubt that it had made her smile, if only seen in the eyes.

'Do I like Hogwarts so far?' She blinked at the question, as her blue-green orbs fixed on his blue eyes. Did she? Well, perhaps. 'I can't pass judgement on that. I've only been here for a while, after all. How about you? You seem like a type to have many friends, as compared to me. I'm probably the exact opposite of you,' she said sincerely, as she nodded her head in his direction.

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[isaac]

The type to have many friends? Isaac? Isaac Dale Maniaci have many friends? Ha! If it wasn't for her humble tone, he would have laughed. He definitely was not the type to have many friends. In fact, it was just the opposite. The exact opposite. The only person he could consider a friend so far would be his cousin Logan. Emma Winters was merely an aquaintance. He knew her through Logan. Typically, Isaac knew everyone through Logan. That boy was like a social butterfly. He knew everyone first and he would always know them longer.

Living in his shadow kind of sucked.

"Actually," Isaac started slowly, averting his gaze to study the table top. "I've never been the type to flood myself with hundreds of friends. It's... it's always been hard for me to make friends." He paused, glancing up at Chelsea. Yet another blush made its way along his face again. "You probably noticed how uneasy I got around you at first? I'm like that with everyone...

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He shrugged a shoulder, trying to pass off the information as if it didn't matter. The thing is, it kind of did. At least, it did to Isaac. He hated being so shy he'd rather avoid people than get to know them. That's why he tended never to arrive to parties and was hesitant to go to class. Those situations forced him to be out in the open and surrounded by strangers. It was safer to keep those you love close and the rest of them as far away as possible. It's a sad way to live, but he coped with it. He preferred it that way.

"So, I'm not really enjoying Hogwarts so far. I suppose I'll get used to it...[/color]"[/font][/blockquote]

[chelsea]

Well, she didn't know him that well, actually. So she obviously didn't know that he wasn't very well-acquainted with a lot of people. Ah well, a new piece of information about him, don't you think? Her blue-green eyes darted to him, when he started talking, and suddenly, it started widening.

'Are you telling me, you're not a social person?' Oh yes, she was asking him such a weird thing. Possibly because she couldn't find herself the sense to believe it. Shaking her head silently, she noted the considerable blush on his face. Oh, she had made him feel awkward again. As she laughed inwardly, she only let a hint of a smile appear on her face, although it quickly disappeared, due to her trying to make sure it didn't exist. It was... wrong, in her eyes, to show emotion.

Running a hand through her brown hair, she did give a quick nod at his second last statement. 'I did see that. I must admit, I'm probably like that too, in a way.' Whoa, confessing things now aren't we? As she blinked, realising what she had done, she chewed on her bottom lip. A nervous habit, but probably the only thing that would actually show she was nervous. It was bad for the teeth though, making hers worse, even if it was only slanted off the center by a mere centimeter. It wasn't perfect, but what was?

Giving an encouraging nod, she clapped her hands together, softly. 'I guess, I will too. I didn't want to come here in the first place, honestly.'

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[gerard1991]

Gerard watched the two...Ravenclaws he guessed from the couches. He got bored of watching and went to sit near them. As usual his chin length hair was a scruffy mess, sticking out at all angles. He was wearing an oversized misfits shirt and skinnies. On his feet werwe a pair of odd socks and odd converses. He walked over and said hi.

"I'm Gerard Iero. 10 Galleons to the person who guesses who my dad is."

[isaac]

He nodded slowly at her first question. He was still partially amused that she hadn't been able to tell that he wasn't super social, but he had no plan of saying anything. He was just starting to feel a little more relaxed. He wasn't really stupid enough to ruin that, was he? No. Of course not. "That's right," Isaac said, leaning back in the chair again, slouching slightly. "I've never been that very social of a person."

He glanced down at his army green backpack, absently studying its folds. She was talking about how she noticed his bashfulness. Great. She noticed it. He wasn't sure yet if he should consider that a good or bad thing. It was good that she was paying attention, but it was bad that she took a mental note of it. Ugh. Girls were so confusing. If she would just say what she thought about it, then he wouldn't have to sit here and sweat about it. Curse those females. Except not really. Man wouldn't thrive without them. Besdies, he tended to get along with women better than men. It was weird.

The soft collision of Chelsea's palms caused Isaac's head to lift. He smiled lightly at her encouragement, but it faltered at her statement. "You don't want to be here? How come?" Alas, any further interrogation was cut short. Footsteps made him turn and he looked up at a boy that approached their table. Without invitation, the boy sat. So he was... openly friendly?

It was the boy's opening sentence, though, that made Isaac lose his optimism. The boy wanted to know if Isaac or Chelsea knew who his father was. His last name was Iero - a popular surname to Muggle teenagers. Isaac shifted his gaze to the boy, looking him up and down in a clearly unimpressed and slightly annoyed manner. He wasn't a fan of kids who strutted around like they owned the place because their fathers were rock stars. And offering money as well? Wow. What a spendthrift.

"Frank Iero - and I don't want your money."

[gerard1991]

Gerard looked at his feet. "Sorry. I just don't have any friends here. My sister once told a guy who her father was and now they're best friends. I wondered if it would work for me. I should reintroduce myself but i'm not sure how." He sighed. "Hi. I'm Gerard Iero. Sorry about what i said. Kinda lonely. It's not cause i always do what i just did. No i just don't talk to many people."

[chelsea]

She gave a small sigh, as she ran a hand through her brown tresses. Too long, she felt that they were too long at times. And since she didn't have a rubber-band with her, she would have to deal with it hanging behind her. Normally, she didn't mind. Today, it just bothered her. At times, she wondered whether she was just easily irritatable of sorts, fussing over the smallest of things. Sorry, but it was true. Obsessive compulsion syndrome or something - she couldn't remember the name of it at the moment. Ah well.

As she leaned back into the seat, glad that the conversation was on-way, she was caught off-guard at his question. Wow, talk about embarrassing. Giving a slight cough, she brushed her bangs away again, and decidedly took her time to answer. This, required thinking. Unwilling? Well, she was actually. She didn't mind, but she was unwilling.

So how to answer? 'Yes, unwilling. Perhaps because I didn't want change. It was perfectly fine taking the role of wallpaper in my school. My father probably only sent me here, because he was scared I would get out of control or something. You know, those harmless magic that one can do when they're young? Well after seeing my display of power, he's probably gotten scared.' Yeah, that explained everything. Another sigh escaped her lips, as she laid her chin in her palm, propping her head up on her lap.

Giving a shake of head, deciding she wouldn't talk any more, she noticed Isaac's change of focus, and followed it. Til she saw a new boy. Who gave the most queer opening sentence ever. Money to guess who his father was? A shrug. She hell well didn't know who he was, who his father was, and she didn't real care much for him nor the money. So why bother?

But Isaac seemed to know, and as she watched him reject the money, she nodded. 'I doubt anyone does. It's stupid to give money out. Spend it on more worthier causes.' Support those starving kids in Africa or something, not give money out to people just cause they could guess your dad's name. It was rather.. lame, honestly. And that made a bad impression on her.

She watched him try again, and as she retained an expression of utter boredness, she nodded. 'Fine. Hello Gerard. I'm Chelsea.' There, he only asked for a name, and since he didn't even ask whether he could sit, why bother saying he was welcome? That would be such a lie, since she felt she was having a rather okay conversation with Isaac. But he was here, she couldn't change that fact anymore anyway.

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[gerard1991]

Gerard sighed again. "Like i said, i'm sorry. What would you like me to do? Because sorry is all i can think of. I put a lot of my own money into my sister at the minute by the way. She stopped eating a while ago. I buy her favourite foods for her to see if she'll eat again. Today i happen to have some money for me. I can do with it what i wish." Gerard put the money on the table and turned away.

[isaac]

What Isaac really wanted to do was continue his conversation with Chelsea. It was just his luck that the moment she reveals interesting information, some rich kid comes along and becomes the rain on his parade. What kind of power was Chelsea talking about, though? He came from a family that expected their children to perform magic. Logan had, therefore it was assumed Isaac would. That meant the same for Laura and Kara, his little cousins.

So there was more to Chelsea than met the eye.

Good.

He would look forward to getting to know her better.

For now, though, Isaac had his attention on Frank Iero's boy. The kid had apologized at least five times, but still insisted on leaving the money behind along with a sob-story that may or may not be true. "Look, kid, I already told you we don't want your money." He grabbed the coins and rose to his feet. His arm was outstretched, palm turned upward, as he continued, "If your story is true and you are greatful for what money you have for yourself, then use it instead of giving it out as an award. Try charity or something.

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Isaac gave his hand a little shake, causing the coins to jingle together. "If it makes you take the money back, then your apology is accepted. I'm Isaac. Whatever. Just take it.[/color]"[/font][/blockquote]

[chelsea]

Harmless magic. Harmless magic indeed. Yet, her father thought it dangerous. As she bit her bottom lip, trying to stop herself from thinking more than neccesary, she doubted anyone would want to hear her life story. It was boring, and not worth mentioning. Something she yearned to forget, and it wasn't as though it was very important.

Then why was she desperately trying to hide it? A shake of head, as she continued to stare at the Iero kid. Placing money on the table, which made Chelsea give a frown. Who did he think he was? Personally, it was rather irritating. What was money? Money seemed to govern people's life. Betrayals and hurt, fights and deaths - money seemed to be the root of all this.

Perhaps, when she finally got her inheritance, a rather large one as a matter of fact, she would just donate it all away. Saved her the problems and the worries. Either that, or leave them to rot in the bank. That would be so much better. As she watched the two boys, Isaac suddenly stood up, money in his hands. He didn't want the money, which earned him, if he ever saw it, an appreciative glance from her.

'People die out there. They need it more. Be smarter, would you?' Rolling her eyes, she leaned back into her seat, and promptly ignored Gerard at the moment, returning her attention to Isaac. 'So... Where did you come from?' There, picking up conversation again.

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[isaac]

For a brief moment of silence, Isaac ignored Chelsea's question. He was still waiting for Iero to take back his money. C'mon.. he thought, irritation creasing his brow. I haven't got all day. He allowed three more seconds to pass before he yanked his wand out of his pocket. "Alright," he said, aiming the tip of his wand at his own palm. "Have it your way. Wingardium Leviosa." Due to lack of use, the spell didn't work with 100% accuracy. The coins lifted from his palm, yes, but they wobbled and twitched in the air.

Satisfied that the coins would remain hovering about Iero's head until he took them, Isaac returned to his seat across from Chelsea. "I came from America." He told her, thumping his spine against the back of the chair to ease into a relaxed position. "Florida originally, before my aunt and uncle moved us to Montana.

[/color]" He glanced up at Gerard, wondering for a moment if he was ever going to take the coins. How hard was it to take back ten galleons? Not really that difficult, was it?

There was a mental shrug and Isaac's attention was back on Chelsea. He smiled at her a little, mostly masking his thoughts. Though she changed the subject, he couldn't help but wonder about the power she mentioned before Gerard arrived. Did she hold some sort of mysterious power that he'd never heard of? Or was she just like him and he was over reacting? Either way, he couldn't stand not knowing.

"What did you mean before? When you mentioned scaring your father, were you any different than someone like me or any other first year?"[/font][/blockquote]

[chelsea]

She was glad that Isaac was smart enough to give the money back to Gerard, and since he was taking so long to finally accept it, the Ravenclaw had to end up using magic. She inwardly hoped that somehow the coins would just rain down on the Iero boy, and make it hurt. But that was just a wish. Although with Isaac's spell, the coins seemed to be trembling, sort of. So perhaps there was a chance that they would be able to come and hit the other mercilessly.

She blinked as he replied her question. Florida? That's where she grew up in, and as she raised an eyebrow in his direction, she repeated her exact thoughts. 'Florida? I live there.' Yeah, it was a nice place indeed. Her parents had decided to move from Britain to America when she had been younger, so that's why the British girl was growing up in America.

As she raked a hand through her hair, she expected him to continue this time, seeing as she had been the one talking. What she hadn't expected, was for Isaac to suddenly return to the previous conversation. Wasn't it rather obvious what she had been talking about? Apparently, not to him.

'The same as any first year. But you expect that, from a father who's a Muggle. He thought I was scary, despite knowing fully well that I would have the chance of being a Witch, since Mother was one.' She nodded at that point, as though re-emphasizing her point.

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[isaac]

There was a small glance fired in Gerard Iero's direction before Chelsea began speaking about her power stuffs. Was the boy going to stand there forever like a statue? He supposed it wasn't any of his business, but he couldn't stop himself from wondering anyway. Obviously Chelsea could, though. She was already half-through her explanation when the Ravenclaw tuned back in. Ah, so he was partially right? It was just normal funky magic junk that every first year plays with before they get their invitation.

That wasn't any fun now, was it?

"Yeah," he said, giving a brief nod. "I figured it was something like that, but it never hurts to dig a little deeper. Who knows, you could've turned out to be full of uncontrollable power.

[/color]" There was a smile on his face when he finished. Of course he was only joking. She was Ravenclaw - she would be capable of controlling anything, really. So long as she wanted to.

"So you grew up in Florida too, eh?[/color]" He drew them back to their previous topic. His mind was on home. "It's a pretty interesting state, isn't it. A lot different than the rest of the country, though. I'd never seen snow before I moved to Montana.[/color]" Blah. He was rambling. Too bad he didn't notice.[/blockquote][/font]