<strong>Name:</strong>Niamh (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=171859.msg8102364#msg8102364) Byrne<br/><strong>House/Year:</strong>Slytherin, 6th<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Great Hall<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Vidya, Zavril, open<br/><hr/><br/>The train ride had been rather boring as usual. After the annual Prefect meeting with the head boy and girl, and some light flirting with said head boy, she did what usually had to be done and patrolled the train. Nothing eventful happened, save having to reprimand some of the students who decided to take the mickey out on some of the first years. After assuring some rather upset muggleborns that no they would not have to fight a bear or any sort of wild animal for the sorting process, it was about time to pull into Hogsmeade and make sure all first years were directed to where they needed to go.<br/><br/>Carriage ride was similarly uneventful as she was one of the last ones to grab one before heading up to the castle. She found her normal seat, near Xavril and smiled at him. "You know you could not leave me alone on the carriages every year. It's only slightly lonely." Of course, before he could properly respond, the first years were trailed in and attention completely diverted from idle chit chat to the sorting hat and it's song. At the call for a cheer she rolled her eyes. As enthusiastic as Professor Flitwick was, she wasn't in the mood to cheer. She was, in fact, hungry, and waiting for the feast instead to start. She carefully began picking the confetti out of her hair, letting it fall to the ground.<br/><br/>She chuckled at Xavril's comment about taking points from himself. "I'm pretty sure that isn't allowed Xav. Though I'd thank you if you looked the other way at times... or took some other form of punishment." She winked playfully at him before turning attention to Vidya's question. "The new head doesn't seem too harsh at least... Not like the new DADA prof. He looks kinda scary. I almost feel bad for the Griffs."<br/><br/>