<div class="floatleft">(http://i40.tinypic.com/29288wl.jpg)</div><strong>Alexander d'Artagnan VII</strong><br/><hr/>The first day back was always energetic and full of magic, it was a school for wizards after all. The routine greeting of the teachers and staff took place after the sorting was through. Alex took the opportunity of welcoming the first years before the teachers began to speak, as the first years walked away either in awe of or having dreamy eyes towards Alex. Then everything settled down so that the teachers could finally speak. The young brown haired man sat and listened to the teachers as they introduced themselves and what their position was. He sat with his right leg crossed over the other and with his rapier against the back of his seat. He positioned his elbow on the table and laid his handsome face on top of his hand. The train ride was long and it drained Alex of his energy. As soon as the teachers finished and the entirety of Hogwarts began eating, he perked up at the sound of talking, laughing, and yelling and, although tired, he yelled along with the rest of the people he was sitting with, Alex's voice being a tad more noticeable than theirs,<strong>"Hogwarts!"</strong>Everyone began to eat, however, his appetite wasn't responding well to the food, considering that he indulged in too many chocolates, one of his vices. The young man was able to eat part of what looked like a traditional Muggle steak, and mash potatoes, but one never really knows in the wizarding world, unless that person is the chef.<br/><br/><br/>Alex took his handkerchief from his pocket. It was Gryffindor red and it had his name, Alex d'Artagnan, embroidered in golden thread on it. He used it to wipe his mouth and soon placed it back into his pocket. Fireworks sounded and Alex looked over and scoffed,<em>"Of course. Charliiiize... the party girl. I had bet someone on the train that her first spell would be the confetti spell."</em>He shook his head and shrugged, deciding that it was her life and not his and that she has the freedom to do with her life as she chooses. The brown haired man stood up and collected his rapier, placing it on his left side, before looking around at the different tables. Eyes looked toward Alex as he stood up, and he smiled and saluted the people whom those eyes belong to. The handsome figure looked around looking for his beautiful counterpart, Miyako Nakashima or Miya for short. Miya and Alex were basically a couple, but it was not really known. There were worries, mainly on Miya's part, that others would look at her and him with strange, judging glances and whisper rumors or gossip amongst each other. Alex wanted to meet with her and cast away those worries once and for all, promising to take care of her and deal with anyone who disapproves. After all, he had his blade, his wand, and his fists at his disposal, and he was pretty efficient with all.<br/><br/>As soon as he saw Miya, he waited until he caught her gaze so that he could signal her and tell her to meet him outside the Great Hall.