<div class="floatright">   (https://dl.dropboxusercontent.com/u/42499880/Elliquiy/Vidya_f.png)</div><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;"><strong>Vidya Ayers (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=171859.msg8098556#msg8098556)</strong></span>, 4th year Slytherin<br/>Great Hall, Welcoming Feast, Slytherin table<br/>Tagged: Xavril, Nia, Lucien, Sam<br/><br/>A crooked, mischievous grin lit up Vidya's face as the American boy addressed her. "Ah ah, you say that as if you think you're going to catch me!" she said playfully, 'booping' Xavril on the nose with the handle of her spoon. "That's comforting though, it is your duty to bravely defend all us poor, defenseless little underclassmen if he goes mad with power and starts transfiguring everyone into dormice, right?"<br/><br/>When Nia spoke she took the opportunity to put away some of her food, rolling her eyes theatrically at the girl's not-so-subtle implications. A couple years ago something like that would have made her blush furiously, but it's hard to stay innocent with someone like Nia sharing your dorm. Such comments didn't really phase her much anymore unless she were the target of the innuendo. "Hmmmm, are you sure...?" she mused, looking up at the new professor. "I mean, I guess you'd expect an ex-auror to be pretty tough, but he sort of seems like he's off in his own little world. Kind of absent minded professor, yeah?"<br/><br/>When Lucien insulted Xavril Vidya shot him a withering look - when he wasn't paying attention, of course - but turned her attention to Sam when he spoke. "Reeeeaaally now? Two big important types, hmm? Former ones, at least...Could be interesting..." she said softly, the look on her face making it abundantly clear that she was entertaining countless theories already. "I don't suppose you know which department he was in? I mean there are plenty of rather dull ones. My mum works for the ministry but she's basically just an ambassador. Not too exciting unless you like talking to stuffy old politicians. Ooooooh! What if he worked in the Department of Mysteries?"<br/><br/><br/><br/><br class="clear_right"/><div class="floatright">   (https://dl.dropboxusercontent.com/u/42499880/Elliquiy/petra_f.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;"><strong>Petra Vinter (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=171859.msg8098558#msg8098558)</strong></span>, 4th year Hufflepuff<br/>Great Hall, Welcoming Feast, Hufflepuff table<br/>Tagged: John, Dan, nearby Puffs<br/><br/>A movement caught her eye, pulling her attention away from her search for the mysterious whatever-Professor-Edgar-was-staring-at, and Petra saw Alex stand a couple tables over and wave. He was one of the few faces in the sea of strangers she could come close to considering familiar and a hesitant little smile crossed her lips as she raised her hand and waved back, realizing just a moment too late that he wasn't looking at her, but at a pretty asian girl a few seats down. She hastily dropped her hand, blushing furiously, and took a sudden interest in her food.<br/><br/>When John and Dan suddenly appear before her she jumps a little, but seems grateful to have something to distract her from her embarassment even if the quidditch captain is intimidatingly confident. "Ah, um, n-no..." she says hesitantly. "Quidditch at Durmstrang is as much about politics as it is skill and, um, I've...never been very good with politics..."