Let's get out. Let's get out. (Open!)

[Dominique Weasley]

Dominique laughed silently as she walked down the staircase that lead to the great hall, and out. She was gonna meet up with... well, it had started with just Rose swimming in the lake with her, but it had somehow ended up being a small party now. So a lot of people were supposed to be meeting her by the lake, and some were even bringing drinks, so she was to be the life-saver if anything happened, which she doubted would anyway.

Currently, the redhead was wearing a white sun dress which was to be left behind by the lake, leaving her in a bright red swimsuit, since she was currently barefoot. She passed through the big entrance doors, and sneaked outside, skipping at the sense of freedom that invaded her. She turned before leaving the entrance to see if her best friend and cousin was coming, dragging along her shiny new boyfriend, but saw no one yet, so out she went.

As the sight of the lake got closer, Dominique moved faster, the smile on her lips widening. The tree near the lake would be the place to leave her dress. She would, for now, patiently await her companions to arrive, while thinking hopefully no mean prefects or the current Head girl and boy would bust in on them. She smiled brightly and laid on the grass to wait.

[Wolven Prince]

Wolven growled softly as he shifted his black messenger bag to his other shoulder, ignoring the clinking of the several bottles that rattled as they were shifted and gently smacked into one another from the werewolf’s fast paced walking, with his hands stuffed into the pockets of his black jeans. The werewolf didn’t care about the muggle clothes he was wearing, in fact they were much more comfortable than the Gryffindor robes and pureblood clothing he had worn when staying with his ever silent and hateful mother, although living with that woman hadn’t happened since he was 11. So at least he didn’t have to live with her anymore. Although the only person who knew of his living conditions was the Headmistress, as well he wasn’t sure why in the hell he had told her that, maybe he trusted the old bat? Yeah that had to be it.

Slate blue eyes glanced around, searching for any perfects or teachers around, as he reached the end of the hallway that would lead him outside. He smirked slightly and dragged his right hand out of his jean pocket and raised his hand to push open the door. Hearing the bottles clink against each other again. Thank god these firewhiskey bottles weren’t his… they were James, but the older Gryffindor had said they could use them, they were leftovers from the party anyway and that was just fine with the werewolf, at least he wouldn’t have to be using his firewhiskey, he stole those bottles fair and square, and he wasn’t going to share, well at least he wasn't going to share his firewhiskey, and the bottles in the bag weren't his, so of course he was going to share those, with the other people who came to this party. The werewolf glanced down at himself and rolled his eyes. His black long sleeved shirt was devoid of any markings or pictures on it, and the sleeves were long and could cover his hands if they wished them to, but the sleeves were pushed back past his hands and bunched up around his wrists. The werewolf wasn’t wearing shoes, so that was fine… well besides the noticeable five-clawed scar that ran across the top of his foot all the way to his toes, while the rest of the scar was hidden by his jeans, thankfully.

Wolven shook his head softly and pushed open the door, and walked out of it, shifting the bag so that it wouldn't smash against the door as the door closed. The brown haired youth made his way across the grounds, a small barely noticeable smile appeared on the werewolf’s lips, as his bare feet brushed across the grass. He had to admit, he liked the feeling of the earth on his bare feet, it made him and the werewolf inside of him feel a bit more at ease. The male’s wand was currently in his sleeve of his shirt, he liked having his wand ready in case he ever needed it.

The 6th year looked around, as he neared the Black Lake, searching for any of the others who had said they would come. So far the only one he spotted was Dominique. So he made his way over to her, stopping just inches from her, and he looked down at her from his standing potion. “I take it we’re the first ones here?” He questioned, as civilly as he could manage, not taking his eyes off the other’s face, mainly her eyes, he didn’t let his eyes roam her body, he wasn’t some sick pervert. He took a step back and stood up to his full height again and turned his head toward the sky, his eyes staring at an invisible moon, while he awaited her answer.

[Ace Salvatore]

Normally, she didn't mind being around people. But when she'd finally gotten to take a nap and was woken up by people moving around not too far away from her, Ace did get slighly annoyed. Upon realizing that it was Wolven and Dominique, though, she grinned. She liked those two; they were cool. Of course, Wolven had snapped off on her a few times over the years, but she lived with Ray. She was used to it.
She sat up, but decided not to say anything. Sometimes, it was more interesting to just listen to conversations and not join them. Wolven seemed to be in an...okay mood, and he didn't tolerate Ace well unless he was in a good mood. She didn't feel like getting hexed or something of the like that particular day. If she wanted that she could just steal Val's eyepatch like she had a few years ago. She hadn't realized that her cousin could use hexes so effeciently until that moment and had never dared touch the eyepatch again. Now that she was thinking about family and the like, she wondered when Hazie would arrive at Hogwarts. Ace had gotten her letter saying that she was on her way about a week ago; it didn't normally take her friend this long to get anywhere. She hoped everything was okay....
Hearing Wolven state that he and Dom were the first ones there made her realize that nobody realized she'd been there. Well, that worked out fine for Ace. She wanted to listen instead of talk at that moment, anyway; people were so fascinating to observe when they didn't realize that they were being watched.

[Tristan Thomas]

It didn’t take much to keep Tristan up long enough for him to be able to sneak out of the dormitory. The day hadn’t been too eventful, so he was dying for some sort of excitement, for something to keep him going for the rest of the year. And, from the way everyone had been talking about it, Tristan felt like this riverside party could be it. Wolven had gotten the firewhiskey from James -- and Tristan had to remember to thank James for that later, it was probably going to make the whole thing a lot more fun. Dom was assigned to be the “designated swimmer” which was good; Tristan never actually learned how to swim, so he figured that, if he was the one who was supposed to be saving everyone, they’d all just die. Including him. And there was no way he wasn’t having some of that firewhiskey that was to be spreading around.

Tristan began to try and count how many people were to be coming to this little…post-first day of classes party. Dom was going, Wolven was going, Rose was going, and she was bringing along her little boyfriend -- the Blackwell who, while Tristan was fine with, it seemed so much better to call him by his last name rather than his first -- Sophocles was supposed to be coming, if he remembered correctly, and…was that it? It was quite a big group. They had to make sure to keep it down, or someone might come (like one of the heads of houses, both of which he had no affection for and no affection for him; why did he always end up hating the heads?) and bust them. And that, my friends, would be bad. Well, in theory.

He dressed himself simply, a pair of jeans and a random shirt from his luggage. Tristan doubted anyone there would be in their dress robes, and, if he wore the dress robes, they would get dirty somehow and, even if he cleaned it via magic, they would still be suspicious because they were really clean. So it was best to just wear muggle clothes. Not to mention, he preferred them often times. The dress robes ended up being large and clunky and made him feel like some cheesy wizard straight out of a comic or some shit like that. He preferred to go against the norm.

He was able to sneak out of the dorm pretty easily, just casting a simple disillusionment charm on himself in order to get out of the castle without anyone noticing. As Tristan approached the Black Lake, he heard the voice of Wolven breaking through the silence -- causing him to wince slightly. Dammit, Wolven, couldn’t you be a little quieter? Sure, Wolven was probably speaking at a normal voice, but, considering how close he possibly was to the other and how quiet it had been out there, it sounded much louder than it probably was.

Tristan walked up to them and broke the charm on himself, shaking his head. ”Wolven, lower your voice a little,” he said quietly, looking up at him. ”I get the excitement, but there are some party guests that I prefer we don’t invite.”

[Rose Weasley]

Finally, the first swim of the year! She'd been eagerly awaiting the first of many of these swims, which had been a ritual for quite a long time within the Gryffindor girls and their friends. Gia, she had been told, was with Chambers...which just sounded strange, but she had been with Allen when she'd looked up at the clock on the pristine wall of the Hufflepuff Common Room and noticed the time. Gia would find them later, if she wanted, and if not, there would certainly be more of them. As she explained her favorite ritual to Allen, her mind wandered slightly to the idea of Lacey and Soph hooking up, but she appeased herself with the reminder that it was nothing new.

She'd worn her favorite black bikini under her clothes, and a bottle of firewhisky from the party the night before resided comfortably in her leather school satchel, wrapped in a blanket. Sending Allen off to change with the promise that she would meet him outside, she fled from the Common Room into the brisk fall air. Pausing, she inhaled and exhaled deeply, taking in the fresh breaths that never seemed to be available in London. Hopefully Allen wouldn't be too nervous--obviously, he didn't have to swim or get drunk, or anything like that, and she remembered vaguely that he and Tristan got along well. Good, as long as he was happy, she was happy.

Approaching the lake, she grinned at her friends, knowing that they couldn't see her. This was the perfect time to try out her newfound talent at imitating Violet Pierce, the snobby Head Girl. "You lot!" She cried out, imitating Violet's tone to the best of her ability. "You'll be getting Detention for this, you know! Sneaking out after curfew, tsk tsk tsk..." Letting her voice trail off, she chuckled, sprinting the rest of the way down to the lake, removing her sweater as she moved. Finally reaching the rest of the little group, a smile adorned her face, "You gotta stop being such a knockout, Dom, leave some gorgeousness for the rest of us!" It was lucky for her that it was a warm night, otherwise, she wouldn't have been able to pull off the two piece. However, she preferred it to the boring one-piece suits she'd brought, and was in an adventurous enough mood.

[Dominique Weasley]

Dominique's eyes found blue ones staring intensely at her at some point while she waited with her hands stretched out on the grass and staring at the stars. She smiled brightly at the boy, despite the fact that he usually wasn't the nicest person to be around, he was a fellow Gryffindor, and he'd come to her impromptu party apparently. "'lo there mister Prince, welcome to the midnight swim. I do believe we are the first ones." she said in a mock-formal tone. She stretched a bit and curled her toes before getting up and standing right in front of him at a quite close distance, she noticed.

She smiled widely and took a step back as Tristan joined them suddenly, he had obviously cast a disillusionment charm on himself. "Tristan!" Her voice was slightly lower than what she had previously used, instantly agreeing with the boy next to them. The red headed girl twirled once making her dress flare out. "Do you like it?" She asked both of the boys adding with a small wink "I bet you'll love it once it's off" Flirting around was second nature, really, and with Tristan it was always good fun, and Wolven staring so intensely at her eyes had made her wonder if he was purposefully not looking elsewhere? She chuckled at her own thoughts.

Her ears caught the sound of what must be Violet's voice before she could see who was drawing nearer, making pout like a little girl. "Aw, hell no!" she complained, her hands flying to the hem of her dress, intent on removing it and jumping in the lake before the night was ruined, but ended up beaming as a well known laughter reached her ears. "Oh, you mean woman, I thought I was gonna have to head down with Kraken to avoid Violet!" she said stepping over to where her best friend was.

She eyed her friend suspiciously for a moment and then smirked. "Not an option darling, gotta get me some while I'm still tall. But you've got nothing to complain about, darling." Dom had already taken one of her friend's hand in hers and twirled her around a bit, "We need those clothes off, Rosie. I believe I know exactly what lies beneath them, and I love it." She said with a devilish smirk. Then she noticed the lack of a certain really tall man next to her beautiful cousin. "Oi, don't tell me mister Zillion-foot-high ain't coming?"

[Wolven Prince]

The werewolf looked back at her, and swiftly took a few steps back. God he hadn't expected them to be that freaking close! Wolven nodded to her, before he breathed in deeply from his nose, easily catching the approaching scents of three other people. One was Tristan, and although he couldn’t see him at the moment, he was damn positive that 7th year was here, right near them. The other was Ace a 4th year, and the other was Rose who was far off from them. OK he liked his werewolf enhanced senses they came in handy most of the time.

Wolven gave the woman a once over and looked away. He wasn't the greatest when it came to woman flirting with him, although he bet her flirting was more directed at Tristan than him. He raised his hand to his lips, hiding his slightly reddening cheeks from view. "Yes." he answereed his voice muffled. Blue eyes narrowed slightly at her flirting intentions and dropped his hand, blush gone from his cheeks, the werewolf couldn't help rolling his eyes in annoyance. Muttering something under his breath, which was too low to be heard.

He bristled visibly at the sound of Tristan's voice. He whipped his head around and glared at the other, who was looking up at him. He narrowed his eyes at the other. “I really hate it, when you just randomly appear out of nowhere with that damned spell! And who the hell says I’m excited?!” He said lowering his voice but still managing to keep the bite in the comment. He snorted at Tristan's comment. “I’ll be able to hear and/or scent them before they even make it to the door to exit the castle.” He thought, chuckling slightly at the thought, before he shook his head and bit back a sigh of annoyance.

Wolven couldn’t help pulling his lips back into a near silent snarl. Okay his werewolf hearing was damn sensitive to loud voices, excluding his own, and Violet’s voice wasn’t something he enjoyed listening to, her voice was like nails on a chalk board to him. He slammed his hands over his ears, for a moment before removing them immediately, when Rose's scent reached his nose, he spun around and glared at Rose. “Can you not mimic that bitches voice!?” He couldn’t help raising his voice in anger. Wolven merely growled softly to himself, he didn't really like how he got easily angered by such things. But he couldn't help it, it was habit really.

The werewolf shook his head roughly and walked a little ways away from Tristan and squatted down and set down his bag and opened it, reaching in and grabbing one of the bottles of firewhiskey. Took out his wand and magickly uncapped the bottle, he put his wand away back into the sleeve of his shirt and grabbed the bottle cap and put it back into the bag, and took a swig of the drink, and ignored the burning it caused as it slid down his throat as he swallowed. He could already feel the affects of the firewhiskey, as he plopped down on the grass with a heavy sigh. “And also… Ace stop eavesdropping and come join us.” He said, his voice had yet to take on a happier tone of voice, so it sounded like he was angry, which he still was... somewhat... except the firewhiskey was destroying that. His voice was loud enough for the others and Ace to hear him.

[Tristan Thomas]

Tristan grinned lightly at Dominique and Wolven, more so at Wolven due to the quite obvious bristling. He shook his head, chuckling lightly. He nodded politely at Dom and Wolven, almost jokingly -- he wasn’t one to do something like that, giving off an air of being classier than he actually was. He looked at Dom as she began to flirt, giving a light snicker. ”Why, of course, Ms. Dominique,” he said, grinning ”Why, that’s like asking the sun if it’s in the sky.” He winked at her.

The comment from Wolven made Tristan laugh slightly, shaking his head. ”Sorry, just wanted to make sure I wasn’t spotted and sent back to the dorms, possibly with a detention,” he said. ”At least, not before the actual party. Considering that I don’t…actually remember what happened last night, I kinda wanna make up for it.” He grinned widely at Wolven. ”Well, your voice said it,” he said, tapping his chin with his index finger. ”Considering the volume you were using. As well as the fact that why wouldn’t you be excited to be at a swim with such beautiful women?” He winked once more at Dominique.

Tristan tensed suddenly, biting his lip. Goddammit, that Violet chick bitch was fast with busting them on this -- not even their entire party was there. Unless someone ratted them out -- that would suck. He might be able to stun her without being seen -- just a quick invisibility spell, then a stupefy. But then Rose spoke up and Wolven yelled at her for mimicking Violet, and he relaxed significantly. He looked towards her just in time to see her stripping her sweater off -- causing him to laugh slightly. ”Well, talk about a hell of an entrance,” he said to her, grinning once more. ”That Violet impression is uncanny. As Wolven indirectly said. And stripping is always a wondrous thing, especially someone as pretty as you, Rose.”

At the mention of Allen (Tristan had heard Dom refer to Blackwell as mister zillion-foot-high a couple of times before, and he was always amused by it), Tristan looked away. He had no problems with Blackwell, no -- well, aside from the fact that he kissed Aisu, the guy that Tristan had been crushing on for several years now. He looked over to Wolven, watching him separate himself from the rest of the group -- he’d talk to him a bit later, as soon as everyone arrived and decided to head into the water. He had heard that Wolven hadn’t a great day, what with a whole situation between him and Rome in the Courtyard, but he figured the alcohol would help to cheer him up -- and anything that he couldn’t fix with the alcohol, Tristan would help.

At the mention of Ace, Tristan raised an eyebrow and looked around, trying to find her. ”Ace is here?” he asked, sounding amused. ”Well then, if you can hear me Ace, you can come out. We don’t bit -- well, I do, but only if you’re under me.”

[Briony Cauldwell]

Briony Cauldwell slipped out of the castle with a blonde Gryffindor fourth year in tow. Earlier that evening, as she was returning to the Common room, she had spotted the boy wandering aimlessly by the kitchen. It didn't seem that he particularly knew where he was or had any inkling of what time it was. She had approached him, asking his name. "Sebastian Miles." He had replied. He now had the fond nickname of Smiles and a new friend from Hufflepuff.

Briony had asked Smiles where he was headed so close to curfew, and he had replied that there was supposed to be a party down by the lake but for the life of him he didn't seem that he knew where that was. She asked him if there was going to be alcohol there, he replied that he didn't know. Whatever, any party was good enough for her. It wasn't like she was going to do any of the work that her professors had assigned anyway.

So now Smiles and Briony were headed to the lake together, Briony was wearing a neon pink dress with an equally obnoxiously colored swimsuit underneath. Smiles was wearing jeans over swimming trunks, with no shirt. Briony did not mind this one bit, even if he was only an idiotic fourth year. "Hello!" Briony called out to warn them of her arrival. She didn't want them hexing her or something. Sebastian was trailing behind her, and seemed much to focused on keeping his hair perfect to greet the others.

Sebastian was carrying Briony's bag full of sweets that she had commandeered from the kitchen. Briony figured that if she expected to receive any sort of alcohol or acceptance from the Gryffindors, sweets were the best way to go. "I brought some cookies and donuts and brownies and cake and stuff like that. Actually, the Elves probably put a bunch of good stuff in here..." She said, grabbing the bag from Smiles who let go of it willingly, smiling and waving at his fellow Gryffindors. Briony grabbed a cookie out of the bag and set it on the ground for others to utilize.

[Sebastian Miles]

Sebastian had no idea how he had gotten near the Kitchens. He had never really gotten the hang of navigating Hogwarts and suspected foul play by the corridors. All he had wanted to do was go to the Lake and swim with the rest of the more popular Gryffindors, and now he was stuck practically in the Dungeons with no means of escape.

A loud voice echoed out from behind him, a slightly feminine one but more obnoxious than most girls allowed. He started, turning around and seeing a Hufflepuff that he had never really spoken to before. What was her name? Betty? Betsy? Breezy? Something like that. Anyway, she seemed surprised to see him down there. She seemed equally surprised that no one had thought to call him Smiles before, he didn't know how he felt about that.

The Hufflepuff had convinced him to bring her to the party, which probably not that hard to do, considering Sebastian's level of intelligence. She had brought him into the Hufflepuff common room, which had made him extremely happy to be a Gryffindor. His own common room seemed much more cozy than the one he was in. A few older Hufflepuffs looked at him oddly as he waited for the ginger to get changed, but they didn't say anything.

As the pair walked down to the lake, the girl tried to engage him in conversation, but she wasn't nearly attractive enough for him to respond. She probably thought he was mute. She called out to the group of Gryffindors before he could, so he simply nodded at them, waving with one hand. The other was busy holding onto the over packed bag of sweets they had gotten from the Kitchen.

"Hey guys," Sebastian said enthusiastically after the ginger had finished explaining the sweets and taken the bag from him. He noticed one of his classmates, one of the more attractive ones. She was very pretty, but she seemed separated from the group. He decided to ignore her until she came out into the open.

[Emilia Smith]

And so, the first day of lessons had come to an end. Homework had been set and dinner had been devoured by many. The majority of students had made their way to their respective common rooms and were now either relaxing or fast asleep in their dormitories. Emilia Smith was a part of this majority, but she was neither relaxing nor dreaming sweet dreams. She was sitting right by the fire in the common room, staring into the flames. Now this might seem a strange place for someone to sit, but it was Mia's favourite place in the common room. If you sat in this exact spot, you couldn't be seen by those who walked in and out of the door, but only by those who chose to take a seat on one of the sofas. The common room itself was deserted apart from her and two fifth years that were playing wizard's chess on the other side of the room. Usually at this time, there would be more students around but many had chosen to get an early night and most of the seventh years were celebrating a birthday up in the room of requirement.

It wasn’t the warmest of nights considering it was early September, but what else could you expect from Scotland? The nights only got colder from here on in. She pulled the blanket closer around her shoulders wondering if anyone would be crazy enough to go for a swim in the lake that night. But she already knew the answer. Her friends were. They were having a midnight swimming party. And this was the cause of Mia’s deliberation. She really wanted to spend time with her friends, considering last night she hadn’t exactly paid them the attention they deserved. A certain Quinlan Zabini had diverted her gaze. But then a swimming party was probably her worse idea of fun, seeing as though she was terrified of the Black Lake and the giant squid that lurked in the murky waters. The strange thing about the night before was that she couldn’t recall any of the details. She knew she had been talking to Quin for most of the time, but she couldn’t remember what they had actually talked about. Now it wasn’t as if she had consumed enough alcohol to gloss over the event, but the finer details had just been lost in the excitement of the first day of lessons.

The first day of lessons was always the most enjoyable. It usually went downhill after that when the homework started to pile up and deadlines drew closer. There was nothing like using a brand new quill for the first time, or trying out a new colour of ink. But back to Mia’s dilemma as to whether or not she should attend the party. As the minutes ticked by, she made the decision to at least make an appearance at the party, then she wouldn't have to go in the lake and she wouldn't be accused of abandoning her friends yet again. She got to her feet and made her way upstairs, picking out a more suitable outfit than what she was currently wearing. Her favourite blue skinny jeans were retrieved from her trunk, followed by a simple white cardigan and a pretty flowered top. Outfit assembled, she made her way out of the dormitory and into the common room, putting on the ballerina pumps that she always left by the door. Creeping around the castle at this hour always gave Mia the spooks but she tried not to think about it as she pushed open the main doors which led out into the grounds. She couldn’t help checking back over her shoulder every couple of metres or so.

“Lumos,” the spell uttered was no louder than a whisper. It couldn’t afford to be, not with both the head girl and head boy on duty that night, although she doubted they’d bother trekking outside, no one in their right mind would choose to be outside at this time, except her and her friends, who were probably already diving into the depths of the black lake. She walked slowly, shading the light by holding it close to her so anyone looking out of the castle windows wouldn’t spot it. She knew the group would be close, as she could hear a faint whispering, coupled with a laugh that seemed to split the silence of the night, like a knife through butter. She knew she was late so the others probably thought she had stayed in bed, but all the same she was determined to get to the little party without screaming out at the prospect of the giant squid jumping out of the lake and eating her. An unfortunate placed twig snapped underfoot as she approached the little group so she quickly called out to prevent them from hexing her, if it was even them...it might have been the squid having a midnight picnic. She opted for something that would cover bother situations, although the squid probably wouldn’t understand English...“Hello it’s Mia, please don’t eat me.”

[Violet Pierce]

A pair of sharp eyes was flickering in the dull light of a candle from an upstairs window, one of Violet's favorite spots to keep a look out for those breaking curfew, at least in the first month or so of school. If anyone was going to be breaking curfew, they'd be going out to the grounds for some heinous activity, Violet knew that that would be the most fun thing for people to do in Hogwarts at this hour. If they stayed in their Common Rooms like they were supposed to, they might actually have to face the prospect of being productive.

Violet herself had several heavy books open in front of her, the culmination of a day spent studying ahead of time for classes she already knew she'd be passing with flying colors. Now she was finished with all of the homework that had been handed over to her, her eyes lazily watching the grounds for signs of movement that seemed human. She supposed she should be pacing the corridors for people merely heading to the bathroom or sneaking out to play some tonsil hockey, but Shayne usually covered that sort of thing. Violet much preferred to stay out of the scene as much as she could, getting people in trouble with the least amount of trouble for herself.

The smooth skin of her face was resting tiredly on her hand, her hazel eyes fighting to stay open, when she saw something. Was it something? Perhaps it was just a rogue owl, or maybe a wandering thestral. But no, that flash of light was unmistakeable, someone was out of bed after hours and heading out to the lake, probably. Her book slammed shut with a flick of her wand and she was out the door quicker than a bunny, racing down the hallway while trying to keep herself quiet.

Her breathing was slightly heavy as she reached the Great Hall, having just run down from one of the tallest point in the castle, not counting the Towers. Violet's hair was windswept and she sat down on the steps to take a breather, hoping that no one would come by and see her. It was more than a little embarrassing to not be in shape, after all. "Muffliato," She whispered and waved her wand, the tip already lighted from an earlier Lumos charm. Violet had to assume it would work as she rested her back against the cool stone, her legs crossed gracefully in a skirt.

Her mind wandered hastily, as it always did, as if it wouldn't have time later when the girl's thoughts were full of academia. Her brain's methods were probably accurate, unless she had some free time from her own rambling of books she had once read and spells she should invent and potions she should try, she never got to day dream, even if it was something her mind was generally prone to.

Her mind jumped from topic to topic quickly, the changes registering on her face as her eyes started focusing on random inatimate objects in the Hall. Finally, after going from the apocalypse to everlasting life to a love potion to her day of classes to her hatred of cats, she rested on the topic of Zabini. A quiet euphoria descended on her, a soft blush covering her cheeks, innocent and possibly naive thoughts of holding hands and kissing filling her head. Violet was completely lost within her own thoughts.

[Hazel Rose]

Damn her inability to speak English well and damn Ace for being nowhere to be found. All she wanted was to find her common room and she wound up wandering around the school lost for hours. It was really infuriating her. She hated getting lost and having to ask for directions, especially from these Brits that seemed to find her being new at speaking their language amusing. It made Hazel want to punch somebody in the face, really it did.
She finally got back to what she recognized as the Great Hall and decided to look for a prefect to get directions from. It wasn't her fault that she couldn't read the map; serial killers had better handwriting than the man who gave it to her.
Hazel, noticing what looked like a prefect just sitting there (Not doing her job, it seemed, she noted with slight disdain.) decided to get help navigating this blasted school and approached her. If this girl irritated her, so help her God, Hazel was going to hex her face off. She wasn't having a particularly good day, and a worse night, and this was no time to get on her nerves.
"Mi scusi," she said softly as she approached the girl, hoping to not startle her because that could cause any number of issues that Hazel did not feel like dealing with at that particular moment. "Do you know the way to the Ravenclaw common room? I'm new and a bit...lost, I think the word is?"
She resisted the urge to scowl as she waited for an answer. Impatience was her biggest downfall....at least that's what her mother said, and her mother knew her pretty well, so she was probably right about that. Patience wasn't in Hazel's nature, though; she would rather just get things done and over with than go through some convoluted process that was too insanely long to serve any real purpose.