[IMG align=left]http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b174/theatticbox/morgan3.png[/IMG]"Ah, another term! Time for a fresh start. I fully expect you all to put a little extra umpf in your participation this term," Professor Morgan said cheerfully to the Slytherins. "This term's password is billywigs! Remember to give the Giant Squid a little hello if you happen to see him. He's been a bit grumpy lately. As always, the girls' dormitory is upstairs, while the boys' dormitory is downstairs. I expect you'd all like to get unpacked and rested for the start of term, so hop to it! If you need me, I'll be out in Greenhouse 1."

Ace gives a small smile and a nod at Professor Morgan as he departs the common room heading for the boys' dormitory. He descends the stairs quickly, looking forward to the act of meticulously unpacking his things in his home away from home. He is sure that his things got shuffled around and his robes are probably wrinkling as he walks from the train ride in. As he reaches the fifth year boys' room he reaches the far right hand bed against the wall where his trunk has been placed. Smiling at the location, he settles in for a night of packing and camaraderie over the night before term starts. Ace looks forward to cracking into his fresh rolls of parchment and unread class books in the morning, and revels in the act of unpacking in readiness and that new-term feeling he always gets.

OOC: Hopefully I am correct in assuming we choose our year? ^^;

[[OOC: , yep we get to pick our year!]]

Shuffling in last behind the swath of other students decked out in green and silver, Vianne just managed to catch the end bit of what their Head of House was saying. She smiled and nodded, eager to explore the common room and make her way up to a bed on which she wouldn't be jumped on by 6-year-old twins the next morning. It looked very different than what she had expected. Her older brother and sister were both in Ravenclaw, and a little more than disappointed she'd been Sorted here, but Vianne was a little happy to have something that was just her own for once.

She climbed the stone staircase behind the other girls, trying to keep an eye out for which doors led to which year-dorm.

[img align=left]https://i.imgur.com/vj3r8oQ.png[/img] Eros occupied one of the sofas in the common room. He was facing away from the fireplace with his back leaning against the arm closest to it. His legs were stretched out, taking up most of the sofa. In one hand, he held a book open down in front of him, the fire behind him providing the light he needed to read. His other arm hugged his waist. Printed in dirty gold on the mahogany hardcover of the book was the title, Powering the Patronus Charm. Eros' gaze was glued to it, paying no mind to the other students coming in and out of the dungeon. To be honest, he found most students not worth paying any mind to. Although a new term had already begun, the people he tolerated enough to label as his friends could still easily be counted on one hand.