[img align=left]https://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b174/theatticbox/Caswell.png[/img]"Welcome to the common room, kiddos!" Mr. Carlisle Caswell greeted the students. "As you heard from the Headmistress, I'm your new head of house! I hope you all will come to me with any problems you may have! That's what I'm here for. Anyway, enough about me. Welcome back to the common room! New students, I'm sure you saw when your prefects brought you in that you have to answer a riddle to enter. Answer correctly, gain access to the common room. There are no passwords into the tower."

In the center of the room stood a table, filled with drinks and food.

"The Houselves brought up some treats for you all. I know some of you will want to catch up and talk tonight, so a midnight snack might come in handy," he winks at them. "I hope everyone will do their best work this term so we can snag that trophy back from Slytherin!"

Magnus plopped himself down in his favourite comfy chair, waiting to see his friends and the new faces in Ravenclaw.

((ooc: Hi everyone <3, this term, I'll be heading the RPs for the Ravenclaws! Go RAVENCLAW!!! If you have any Out of Character Comments or OOC please keep them with (( )). Anyway, for those of you who don't know me, I'm Raven. -waves- Greetings and Salutations. We'll have some themed RPs and such this term. For now though, its basically just a welcome back, greeting everyone and so on as before. I look forward to this term. Please feel free to send me some suggestions if you have any rp-wise for the term. Hoping we can have a great term, build Ravenclaw spirit and win that cup!!! <3<3<3<3<3))

Private Outfit

Everil crossed the fire lit room. Choosing a chair beside one of the arched windows, she sat down and gazed at the darkness. During the day she would be able to see the surrounding mountains. It truly was a beautiful sight, and one of Everil’s favorite parts of the common room. Chatter began buzzing around her as students shared the adventures they had during their time away from Hogwarts. Everil wasn’t sure how she felt. She was excited about being back at Hogwarts, but she was torn between engaging others, her nerves getting the best of her. Of course, she wouldn’t be opposed to conversation, but for the moment she decided to observe everyone as they laughed away the early hours of the night.

(OOC - Can't wait to meet all of you!!)

(ooc- sorry, double posted :()

Being the social butterfly he was, and the fact that he was now a prefect, Magnus thought he should get to know some of the fellow Ravenclaws better. So he rose from his chair and walked over to the girl he didn't really know. "Ello," Magnus said in his cockney accent, "Name's Magnus Lee." He extended his hand to shake hers if she wanted. Not everyone wanted the contact or conversation--he'd have to see how this went.

The boy’s voice drew Everil’s eyes. She looked at him and then at his outstretched hand. She took it and mimicked his smile. “Everil,” she said. “Nice to meet you.” She paused, not knowing what else to say, but smiled regardless, silently willing him to understand that she welcomed conversation.

She looked at the badge on his chest, a large letter “P” superimposed over the house colors, bronze and blue. She recognized the badge as a prefect’s badge. Suddenly, an orange Persian cat dashed up to where they were from under a nearby pastry-laden table. Everil reached out to pet the cat. It purred at her touch. “It’s beautiful,” she said, scratching behind the cat’s ear. “Is it yours?”

"Nice ta meet ya Everil." Magnus smiled at his cat as she started purring and nodded. "'Er name is Kippers. Named that cos she stole me Kippers the first day I 'ad her. Got a mini llama and owl now too, but she's the first pet I ever 'ad. Got 'er the day I got me letter accepting me into 'Ogwarts."

"Well, she's beautiful," Everil said as the cat twisted around her fingertips. "I've nevet had a cat, but I love them. My family has always been more inclined towards dogs, so I have a Husky named Kira." The cat flopped down to her side and closed her eyes. "I did get an owl when I got my letter, but I can't imagine having a llama." She looked up at him in genuine interest. "How do you care for a llama?"

"Thanks," he said beaming. "She's really sweet and easy going. Owls are great, ain't they? Freddie, me llama, currently spends most o' 'is time at a farm cos they like ta have company, so now I really only see 'im on 'olidays. But 'e gets groomed regularly and eats 'ay. Dad got 'im for me to eat but when I couldn't do it 'e put a charm on 'im so 'e don't get too big. O' course we've got tons of room at our manor in the country but well, it is easier to 'ave 'im around the size of a large dog." Suddenly Magnus realised he just told her something that she wouldn't understand so he blushed and sighed. "I turn into a werewolf you see, so with lots of security, I shifted in a Care of Magical creatures club meeting and Dad thought the llama would be good food, but 'e realised that was a big mistake."

Never before in her life had Mac been cold, not even chilly. Her only goal was to find a seat near the blazing fire and hold Zapata on her lap relishing the thought of his silky feathers warming her goose pimpled legs. Most of the chairs closest to the fire were taken, so Mac seated herself carefully on the hearth rug and pulled the little rooster into her lap. She gave a small squawk when the bird's icy feet touched her legs, but soon the warm fire made her feel much better.

She thought about the last advice her mother had given her before she got on the train. "A new experience is only new once, so try to enjoy all of your new experiences."

Mac thought her mother meant that she should be brave and try to make friends. For once, this seemed like good advice.

Everil was taken aback. She had never met a werewolf before and immediately felt the urge to be tactful. Yet in the silence that followed she realized she could certainly sympathize with changes that occurred without the witch or wizard’s control. She met his gaze, his smile, and all thought of any social stigma towards werewolves melted away. A smile spread across her face.

“I suppose a dog-sized llama wouldn’t be that bad,” she said.

Her attention was momentarily drawn to Kippers, who had playfully nibbled on her finger. Everil bit her lip. Would she dare ask what she had on her mind? Looking back at his unwavering smile, she decided to ask. “How is it, the full moon? Do you go somewhere special, you know,” her voice became a whisper, “when it happens?” Immediately, Everil felt herself blush. “I’m sorry, I had never actually met a werewolf before.”

Magnus saw the girl near the fire and asked, "You okay?"

"'E's a sweet thing, house trained to go on a wee pad too." Magnus was relieved when she smiled back. Mentioning he was a werewolf was always hard, but that was not the sum of his parts and he was slowly learning this. "I don't like it. Me Dad and 'is best friend Paul who is also an Auror take turns watching over me shift in the dungeons. Sometimes its our 'ouse elf but normally one or both o' those. With the wolfsbane potion I am basically a 'uman trapped in a wolf's body. But its really painful and the third day especially wears me out. I always look really sickly those days, and miss class. But the teachers always give me assignments ahead of time and all. Without the potion--well it's, its bad. And I remember everything the werewolf does even though I'm not in control so thankfully I've only 'ad a few unpotioned times. And no worries," he said rubbing the back of his head, "I'm good with questions.

Slowly Mac's goose bumps calmed down and she basked in the warmth of the fire. Thankfully Zapata was deeply asleep on her lap, so he was not trying to attack anyone.

Mac was startled when the older student asked if she was ok, but she remembered her manners "I'm fine, I jes needed to get warm, thank you fer askin" .

She thought about going to bed, for it had been a very full day, but decided that it was far too early to go to bed, and besides, she might miss something.

"Okay then," he said with a smile, "well if you need anything lemme know and I'll try ta 'elp. Name's Magnus Lee." He gave her a nod. He didn't want to push himself on anyone.

Mac didn't want to bother the older boy, but she just could not help herself. She had to know what she was up against.

"If it's no bother, can you tell me if it ever gets warm here?"

She smiled a little. "I'm Immaculata Marie Laveau, but please...call me Mac."

"Why would it be a bother?" Magnus asked. "It does, in the summer it can be a right nightmare. So hot. Nice ta meet ya Mac. Where you from if you don't mind me asking?"

"Aw, shucks...I'm jes used to not pestering the bigger kids. Down home it was a good way to get a beatin'. I'm from Louisian', down South. Where you from? You talk all fancy!" Warm from the fire, and realizing that the older boy meant her no harm, Mac relaxed and began to look around the Common Room. She noticed the table of snacks, but was still full of clams from dinner.

Magnus laughed heartily. "I'd never really been called a big kid. Then again the last time I were around lots o' kids before 'Ogwarts was when I lived in the orphanage. I'm from London originally. When I was adopted at ten me new parents brought me to the counrty-side where they live, but me accent is still really strong. I got a Slytherin friend who is from America too. Same part if I remember."

Mac laughed with delight. "Well, compared to me, every kid is big. Momma says I'm puny. I can't imagine being from a city as big as London. It must be so busy all the time there, but maybe it was quieter in the orphanage, or...you know...sadder. I'm from the bayou. That's a kind of swamp if you don't have them here. Is that your cat?"

"Well we all grow don't we. Pretty sure it ain't gonna stay that way." He gave her a kind smile and then his face became slightly unreadable. "Well, I guess it depends on your view point. I loved London. I loved running around doing me own thing and all us kids understood each other cos we were all in the same boat, yeah know? When one o' us was sad we 'ad each other too look after us and cheer us up. We basically were all siblings, all us 'ad the same last name too. But the ones that 'ad the 'ardest time were the ones that were purposely left or the ones that were older who remembered their family. I were found as a baby so it didn't bother me as much. I mean I'd like ta know what 'appened to 'em but it don't change nofing really. But the orphanage itself is pretty loud with all those kids. I'd sneak off for some alone time, which is what lead to me accident and going ta St Mungo's Hospital for Magical Maladies and Injuries--which is where I lived a year till I were adopted both living there and being adopted were a 'arder adjustment ya know? I lost everything going to Mungos, no more siblings that understood... and then adopted I suddenly 'ad rules and parents. But I ain't complaining. I love me family. Whats it like, living in a swamp? You 'ave ta worry about alligators? Did you eat 'em? Yep, that's Kippers, she's me baby."