The first day ((1st year Slyths+invited people))

[ariana]

1st September. Ariane wasn’t sure whether she was happy about it or not. She could finally become a Slytherin. But at the same time – she’d have to tolerate incompetent professors, mudbloods nad half-bloods at Hogwarts. Pondering over the matter for a moment, Ariane came to a conclusion that she actually felt indifferent about starting school.
„Let’s go, angel,“ father told Ariane and after one final galnce in the mirror, showing that she looked impeccable as always – ariane strode out of her room. The white blouse and dark-green pants fit her perfectly, with silver clips with emeralnds on them held her hair, that had natural locks tumbling down her back.

Sitting in the ministry’s car – father was the head of the Department of Mysteries after all! – Ariane arrived at King’s Cross in no time. Stepping out of the car, Ariane sneered at the foolish muggles moving around at this place. Knowing that the driver would pick up her trunk and follow, Ariane strode towards the correct column calmly between her parents. Her eyes never faltering from her destination – she didn’t want to see those pathethic muggles – Ariane didn’t hesitate for the briefest of moments before stepping through the seemingly solid stone.
The driver hurried passed them to put Ariane’s things onto the train as Ariane turned to say farewell to her parents.
„You will charm everyone. I’m sure you’ll fit nicely in into Lsytherin,“ Ariane’s mother told her as she kissed her forehead. „You’ll do good, angel,“ came the curt comment for her father as he bowed to kiss aRiane’s forehead as well.
„Of course. Mother, father, I’ll miss you,“ Ariane replied calmly and turned once again boarding the train.

Walking down the hallway Ariane reached the middle of the train. Finding an empty compartment that suited her Ariane entered it. Wrinkling her nose lightly, Ariane settled comfortably onto the seat. Why did one have to go to Hogwarts by train? Portal-keys were much more effective, quicker. Much more comfortable as well. However Ariane didn’t doubt that she wouldn’t be alone for too long. Xanthe Rothwell would probablybe joining her. Perhaps Adalia St. John – Ariane was aware that she was starting Hogwarts this year as well – would come as well. From what Ariane knew – and had heard – both of the two girls would make an excellent addition to the Slytherin house.
Throwing one of her legs over the other Ariane examined her nail-polish that had been made green to suit her silk-pants. Not that she would ever wear something more low-class. Picking up a book on different Arts – including Dark Arts – Ariane flipped it open, browsing the pages calmly. Father had given it to her – and it consisted some very deifficult curses.

[Padme Rendel S2]

Padme walked slowly down the street, her eyes on the road in front of her. She wasn't sure why she was so downcast but it did show rather thoroughly. She gave out no more glares, threatening gazes or flicks of the wrist. She was dressed for the occasion today; green silk blouse and a green skirt to go with it. She had a few bracelets around her wrists and on her ear-lobes dangling earrings. She had been hoping to make an impression on the worthless on the train but today she could have cared less. It was probably the fact that her mother had locked herself in her room for the remainder of the day and had refused to come out to bid farewell to Padme. They wouldn't see each other for a while. Padme took a deep breath through her nose. The warm, humid air around her didn't help her attitude much as she finally reached King Cross. Although Padme hated walking, she had let it take her as slow as possible. Her hair, which was down and around her shoulders, made her feel hot and sticky. She glanced around the station before walking fast into the barrier between platform nine and ten.

The scarlet steam-engine was waiting for her to board. She sighed as she looked up at it, not even the slightest amazed. She had, after all, heard many times about it. Hoisting her shoulder-bag onto her shoulder, she heaved her trunk into the back. It was placed among the other luggage quickly. Padme then sauntered off to the train aisle, looking around for someone nice to sit with. She had been hoping to see Mack, Jack or Dix somewhere. Seeing no one, however, she just walked ahead, keeping her head held high arrogantly and her eyes straight. She walked calmly and narrowed her eyes at those who came along her path. She had no intentions of making trouble today but glaring wasn't too bad. She looked in on one compartment after another but didn't see anyone she wanted to sit with. She had gone the length of the train and back trying to find them, finally giving in. They must not have come on the train yet. Even though she had walked extremely slow she had still been rather early. She was in the middle of the train when she saw a girl sitting alone in a compartment. Padme recognized her as once as Ariane Dianne. She pulled open the door slowly so she could object before closing it just as fast behind her. Sitting in the seat across from Ariane she gazed blankly at her, with a small smirk curling the ends of her mouth.

"Hello again. May I sit with you?" she asked although she was already seated. She knew that last time Ariane had disapproved of her manners, which Padme had a certain lust to prove her wrong. She sat neatly with her hands on her lap, taking in the compartment slowly. She didn't say anything at all although there really was no need to speak. She knew that their was a perfectly good chance that Ariane could kick her out. If she did, Padme would just walk out just as slowly as she had come in, still with her head high. She waited to hear something come from her lips. It seemed like an eternity to Padme even though it was probably on a few seconds. She was sitting very straight with her chin held high to give the impression that she was ready to prove herself to her. Finally, Padme spoke again but it was the only thing she could think of saying. "I suppose you can't wait to become a true Slytherin? I mean - Get sorted into the house at least?" she asked coolly, knowing full well herself that Ariane would be a Slytherin. The girl had proved it to Padme the first time they had met and although Padme had been reluctant to accept it, she knew it was so. Settling herself back more comfortably, Padme waited to see whether Ariane would even answer her questions.

[ariana]

Making it feel like you had burning coals put onto your entrails. The curse itself was rather intriguing as Ariane turned a page. The curses were intriguing. Father had picked a suitable book for her. At least it had something useful written in. Not unlike so many other books.
Looking up as the door opened Ariane’s eyes fell on Padme. She opened the door at snail pace and entered and took a seat at the same time. Arian’e s face remained in the schooled coldness as she watched the girl. Despite keeping her head high she seemed crest-fallen. As if in reality – without proper self-control – she would be slouching with her eyes on the ground. Ariane arched an eye-brow lazily: “You are already sitting, aren’t you?” The girl was polite today, Ariane admitted that. But at their first meeting. Ariane hadn’t liked her at all. Maybe the girl would still turn and make a proper Slytherin, but it wouldn’t be easy to sway Ariane’s opinion on her. But as Padme was polite today- Ariane would respond with the same. No matter how much she liked or disliked the girl, the chances were she would end up in Slytherin.

Ariane lowered her eyes back onto the book and continued reading the decription of the curse. It most certainly had possibilities that should be investigate for future references. Ariane had just finished once more paragraph when Padme spoke once again. Ariane looked lazily back to her: “True Slytherin? It’s not the house, that makes you good. It’s your character. Being in Hogwarts won’t make me more Slytherins than I already am. In Hogwarts I merely have to tolerate the scum in other houses.” The answer came out with an angelic smile. Ariane had always looked innocent. It was really a bonus. Who could believe that a sweet innocent angel such as herself would easily curse others. Silk shuffled quietly as Ariane recrossed her legs, while leaning a book on her knee calmly. Calm green eyes met Padme’s. Ariane’s eyes didn’t hold any challenge, any mocking. Just the certain knowledge that she was better than Gryffindors, Hufflepuffs and most Ravenclaws.

[Padme Rendel S2]

Padme blinked as Ariane made a comment but it had nothing to do with whether she would be motioned out. She regained her posture immediately before leaning back in the chair. Noticing that Ariane had a book in her lap, it lead to curiosity about what it could be on. What would a girl like Ariane Dianne read? She thought about it with amusement for a while before Ariane spoke once more. She seemed to be trying to make a point. Padme's anger boiled up and around her, wanting her to whip-lash this girl with her tongue. Instead, she remained in her calm demeanor. Forcing herself to look well-suited to the situation Padme nodded her agreement.

"Yes. I suppose you are right. It will just make it final, however, that you and I really belong in Slytherin. No one would have doubts." with this she let herself narrow her eyes. She remembered their last conversation vividly, mostly the part about Ariane accusing Padme of being a Hufflepuff. She shuddered at the mere thought, calming herself by knowing that she would have left school had she been sorted into the rotten house. She met Ariane's eyes briefly before blinking and looking down at her book. She knew that she hadn't been mocking her or insulting her, but that bothered her even more. Was she finally accepting her? She eyed the book with curiosity pronounced in her eyes. Finally, giving in, she went on to ask about it.

"And what would a girl like yourself be reading?" she asked with a controlled voice. She didn't know why she wasn't being her normal self. It was, just under the circumstances, easy. Ariane was being polite and Padme was following along. She didn't let any sarcasm enter her strong voice but arrogance shaped a few words. She bit her tongue down and looked at Ariane with a totally blank face, although her lips were itching to curl into the sadistic smirk.

[Xanthe Rothwell S4]

King's Cross Station. Security was far too tight here now, the indecencies they tried to put people such as herself through. The Mudbloods needed checking up on, certainly, but Xanthe Adèle Rothwell? The Rothwells were highly respected and highly wealthy, and there was no reason to be checking up on anything about the latest child to reach the age needed to attend Hogwarts. She was one of the first of her generation to be attending Hogwarts in actual fact, since her father was one of the older members of the previous generation. Her father had needed to pull a lot of strings to allow them to transport straight to Platform 9 3/4. It ought to have been a foregone conclusion that they would do that. They weren't exactly going to be mixing with the Muggles now, were they? Muggles would be best off not exisiting at all. All they were ever going to do was cause trouble, and they took up so much room and polluted the world so much. The world would definitely be much better off without them stumbling all over the place.

It was insufferable as it was anyway with all the Mudbloods there were on the station, Xanthe thought, a flicker of annoyance passing across her face as she smoothed down her dark green skirt, the hemming on it neatly done in a silver silk, intertwining around the bottom slightly to make an intricate, slightly shimmering, but very subtle pattern. She wore a masterly tailored pale cream cashmere jumper which gently followed her tiny, barely developing curves to best effect, staying close to her body to show her slim figure but nowhere near clingy. Her hair was slightly pulled back from her face, a cascade of delicate pearls holding it back, and she was wearing a simple opal necklace. On her feet she wore some fairly simple sandals, which were tastefully and sensitively studded with emeralds. She had taken care over her appearance, and as always she was impeccably presented. She had made sure she looked special for the occasion of a new school, and senior school at that, but not overdressed - it was after all only Hogwarts, which allowed Mudbloods to pour in as freely through its gates as it did those of the purest blood to stride in as was their right.

Xanthe reached up daintily to kiss both her mother and her father goodbye as both of them gave her a few small pieces of advice, ones that would probably be not nearly as useful as those they had given her at home where there was no one to hear them. But she took them all on board nonetheless before saying, "Goodbye Mother, goodbye Father," and turning quickly and gracefully away, as she did so her skirt swishing with the same sort of sound as her metal pen had made when, in younger years, she had attached it to a silk ribbon and whirled it around because she found the noise it made and the blur of it going round so appealing. That had been a long time ago, though, and now she had magical instruments she could get to do that for her. Whatever she wanted, she had. The instruments would never be the same as whirling a pen round and round, but no one would ever know that she'd done that in the privacy of her own room at the age of five. She felt a pang of sorrow, but it was not because she was leaving her mother and father, it was because she felt she had turned her back on her childhood when she'd turned around from them and faced the prospect of going to secondary school. For once, she felt there was something more she could have made of her time. She could have enjoyed it more.

Her thoughts would not have shown as more than a slight crease of the brow, and the short wave of sadness she'd allowed to pass through her was gone as suddenly and inexpicably as it had come. She was ready for Hogwarts, although she was still disgusted at the thought of having to be so near Mudbloods. Even though the Slytherin Common Room should be a retreat, because nothing but the purest blood was allowed into there. She was full of her usual composure as she stepped onto the train, and walked through its corridors with all her usual dignity. Eventually she came to a compartment that had a peer she had some real respect for in it - Ariane Phyllis Dianne, and also another girl whom she had glimpsed before, in Diagon Alley. From what Ariane had said it sounded like she held her in contempt, but Xanthe was always one to form her own opinions.

Xanthe slid open the compartment door, and gave the girls inside the smile she usually used for greeting people. Perhaps it was a little cold, but it served the purpose well enough. Xanthe inclined her head towards her fellow Slytherin. "Ariane," she said in greeting, and then to both of them, "I trust you won't object to my joining you." Xanthe regarded the house elves that had come in with her luggage with a little contempt, but it was only a flicker, and she did not twist her face up as some people did. A mere look from the eyes was ample to express your feelings to anyone that would meet them, which was perhaps irrelevant to the house elves since they weren't about to meet her gaze, but nevertheless there was no need to disfigure yourself. As though the house elves could feel her cold glance, they hurried more but took more care not to stumble or trip up with her luggage, and to make sure they kept away from Xanthe's compartment companions. Xanthe took a seat and they were soon gone, not having been much of a hindrance to the girls in the compartment. Xanthe's eyes flickered over Ariane, who had a book out. Xanthe took care not to let her gaze rest there or try to probe to find out the title. It was common courtesy to allow people the privacy of what they were reading. Instead, she surveyed the other girl calmly.
"I don't believe you have had the pleasure of meeting me," she said, "although I quite distinctly remember the company I last saw you in." Xanthe's mind hovered over the event she was thinking of with some amusement. "I'm Xanthe Adèle Rothwell," she introduced herself, noting to herself that if the girl didn't know the family name and understand its implications she was a simpleton indeed. "A privilege, I'm sure, to meet you."

[ariana]

Ariane looked up at Padme meeting her eyes coldly: „I repeat myself. It’s not the house-badge that makes you a Slytherin or worthy. It’s your own character and indivituality as well as the way you hold yourself. Sorting can’t change that.“ Ariane brushed a golden lock away from her shoulder carelessly. She hadn’t dressed oveerly fancily, yet her appearance was impeccable. And would stay that way during the Sorting and the welcoming feast her father had told her about. The Sorting was the main reason why Ariane had pretty much let her hair loose. She wouldn’t want the Sorting Hat ruining her hair-do now, would she?

Shifting her leg once again Ariane had barely had time to lower her eyes onto her book once again when Padme started speaking again. This time asking what book she was reading. With slow nad lazy arch of her eye-brows Ariane looked at the girl. She hadn’t showed herself from the best side to her so far. Not to mention her choice of... acquintances among muggles and obvious mudbloods, she hadn’t acted overly well at their first meeting. The Rendel family was pure-blooded yet Ariane wasn’t impressed much. But the girl seemed to be putting a little effort into her behavior today. Perhaps she would still grow to be an alright Slytherin over time? Before Ariane had a chance to reply the compartment door slid open once more. Ariane looekd up and smiled – not an overly warm smile – at Xanthe. She respected the other girl.
„Xanthe, it’s always a pleasure to see you and enjoy your company. Absolutely enchanting skirt,“ Ariane said in greeting admiring the slightly shimmering skirt Xanthe was wearing. It was classy. Showed a personal style much higher than the mudbloods on this train could ever dream of achiving.

Closing her book Ariane held the front coer up for a moment towards Padme, showing her the title „Different Magical Arts And The Charms For Them“. The book couldn’t be called ’dark’ exactly but it wasn’t too far from the line between ’good’ and ’dark’ spells. Ariane found the book educational. Some of those spells would come in handy in the future. Placing the book into her bag – the only bag her driver hadn’t put up to theluggage-rack, Ariane leaned back in her seat comfortably watching the interaction between Padme and Xanthe calmly. Xanthe could draw her own conclusions and Ariane dind’t disrupt her while at it.