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Stella giggled a little at Matilda's question. "Yeah, my brother is a nuisance," she said. "He is always going outside and getting dirty or hurt from his daredevil stunts. I'll never understand it." Stella didn't really want to talk about her brother, though, so she left it at that.

As she finished, Mirella arrived and sat down at the table. "Hello, Mira," Stella said. "We were just discussing Quidditch actually. I was asking people if they're planning to try out." She then turned to the first-year student with whom she had previously been chatting. "She is our Quidditch captain Adele was discussing earlier," she whispered. "She's also a prefect, and so is Cass, so don't get on their bad sides!"

As Cass mentioned that she and Mira could kick his butt, she blushed again. "Really, Cass," she said. "Stop giving everyone a false impression of my abilities. I'm not nearly as good as Mira!" If Stella was honest, though, she appreciated the compliments. She just did not want to disappoint anyone when they came to see their matches.

Matilda was a usettled by Mira's entrance, even more so when she learned from Stella that she was a prefect, and Quidditch captain. She seemed so bold and confident, Matilda was more than a little jealous of her. She felt her confidence ebb once again, but swallowed her discomfort as best she could.
She smiled at Cassius' description of Gryffindor, thinking that it sounded like a rivalry made in heaven. She was looking forward to seeing a Slytherin/Gryffindor Quidditch match, and especially to see how the girls of Slytherin play.

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Cass laughed at Mira's mock modesty. She was never really one to shy away from recieving compliments like that. "a**-kickng? That sounds good!" Cass exclaimed with a toss of his head.

Looking around at the other tables, Cass saw Gwen sitting quietly. He wanted her to be enjoying herself as much as he was, but he knew she wasn't as social as he was. He was proud of her for making prefect though. As far as the Gryffindors went, he wanted them to mess up somehow. To not be seen by the teachers as "perfect". He could honestly care less for the Hufflepuffs.

"Now Stella, that is true, Mira is better than you. It's just a simple fact. However, it is my opinion, and you're not going to change that. If you would rather I tell everyone you're horrible, I can do that," he smiled. He liked to give people hell, no matter who they were, he just knew when to do it and when not to.

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As Matilda watched the other first years get sorted into their respective houses, she took the chance to look around at the Slytherin table. She hadn't seen any other students sorted into Slytherin yet, and all the other students looked older than her. She wondered idly if she would be the only first year in Slytherin this year. The thought made her nervous, but also oddly excited, knowing that it made her stand out that much more.

Great Hall/ Slytherin Table

Ronyo found himself a bit taken a back at the proclamation from the hat. He gave the hat and professor calling the names a nod of respect and slowly made his way down the steps. His mind was going over the ideas and doctrines of the Slytherin house and he was looking for the connection. He was no pure-blood but then his mother had been until she married his father. The idea of Slytherin called for those who might one day end up being the villains in all the fantasy books he read, the opposite side he had always pictured himself being. He had always thought he might one day be the fearless hero fighting off the cowardly dark wizards.

He gave a half smile to Colton and Jane as he made his way to the table of silver and green. Colton seemed to hold his head high and show the look Ronyo had thought he would share as well. Jane seemed almost in the same position he was in oddly enough, with eyes that seemed to be darting all about looking for answers. The claps and cheers were all well and good but Ronyo was still coming to terms with the door that he must now walk through in his life. The hat had called out his honor, and knowledge of old ways, was that the connection? Slytherin honorable? The two ideas had not crossed his mind as being compatible and more than likely considered an oxymoron.

Ronyo would do his best with the title and house as he had done with everything he had experienced. Maybe he could make the idea of being a Slytherin not such a bad thing after all, although part of Ronyo worried if the constant contact with those of a less than courageous lot might turn him into something he did not want. The colors were nice, that was something Ronyo could at least find enjoyment in.