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Gian Lorenzo had no excuse for being late except...

D'Eath. He had looked down at his timetable this year and wanted to hurl it away from himself. Two of them.

Gian Lorenzo knew the D'Eath family almost as intimately as he knew his own. He understood their genealogy, he could recite their family tree, explain who the heir to the fortune was and why.

If anyone had asked why he loathed them, he would not have been able to say. He was Sanguini; they were D'Eath. It was the way of things. He could say the D'Eaths gave the tainted a bad name, but he did not know why or how.

And now, he was in the same room as one. Not one of the juveniles; those he'd seen around Hogwarts enough and was used to. An adult, and moreover one he had to answer to.

Gian Lorenzo skulked into the classroom and sat down quietly in the nearest available seat.

She had been expecting to see Professor Lyons walk in after the rest of the students were in the class, but she realized that she wasn't one to be late, no matter what. She was always there for the classes, on time, like a professor was supposed to be. But then when she saw a man walk in, their new professor, she sighed softly. She could tell just by looking at him that he wasn't going to be any fun. Then he said that they weren't going to be able to get away with anything they did last year and Hitamé raised her head from her desk, raising an eyebrow.

Since when did they ever get away with anything during this class?

She rolled her eyes and lowered her head to the desk again, keeping her eyes on the professor. When he called up two students, one of them being a Hufflepuff prefect, she looked around for Ryo, since he was one, but she didn't see him. Or ... she probably just didn't look hard enough, but she didn't feel like looking for the other Hufflepuff prefect either, so she just placed her head on her arm lazily. Hitamé wondered what he was going to do with the two students he'd called up, though.

As a prefect Ryo thought he shouldn't be late to the first class of the year, so he'd gone into the classroom with a group of other students. No one probably even noticed him, since he was trying to use those students to basically hide himself until he found a seat. He wasn't very fond of being a prefect and he really didn't like showing people that he was one, even though everyone probably already knew.

He found a seat easily enough and he just sat there watching others walk it. He flinched a bit when he saw Risé walk in and though he was tempted to go up to her, he didn't. Don't call attention to yourself. he told himself. When the professor came in and started saying thing that they would be getting away with this year, he leaned back in his seat, wondering what they even got away with last year. He wasn't exactly one to show up to every class last year, even if he tried.

But then he called up a Hufflepuff prefect and he felt himself shrink back in the seat. He hoped that he'd seen Amelia and that he would tell her to go up and not him. But with his luck it would probably be him. He just hoped that Amelia went up before the professor had a chance to call one of them out at random.

Cecilia Krum walked into the class room obviously late. With out a word she sat down hoping the professor wouldn't make a point of saying something to her. She didn't want to have to tell him her reason for being late to class which she was sure he would take as a lame excuse yet it was completely the truth. she took out her stuff she would need for the next portion of class and looked up at the front of the room where the teacher stood in front of them. her face blank and her eyes cold and almost glassy looking. When looking at her most would think she had been on drugs again but it wasn't the case. She was in shock and suffering from lack of sleep.

"How's the timetable? A bit sh*t, aren't they?" Damien's entrance into the classroom was swift and almost silent. He wasn't one for attention, and sneaking around and in was possibly the only way he considered decent introduction to anywhere, especially when there was going to be a substantial number of people there. Still, the boy was mildly satisfied to find the room already almost filled. Unlike previous years, he had steadily learnt sociology of school. While being one of the earliest students in class used to be his typical practice, the boy had discovered how much easier it was to be a moment later than when most of the others have settled in. That way, the likelihood of having someone appalling sit next to you was greatly reduced. In fact, one could even choose a far more suitable placement.

"Take yours out, Dae. I want to see it." He turned and wait for his cousin to do so accordingly, patiently; until a loud bang jolted him from the brief peace of his bubble, bringing with it his brother's presence into the class. Typically, Damien would have readily scowled at the noise. Fortunately, he was a far more prejudiced person than he might seem to be, only on first glance. Instead, the boy turned his attention immediately to Alistair, smirking in satisfaction at every word pronounced to the class. Damien didn't disappoint, though, with his generosity of scowls to the late-comers. It was fortunate, then, that Georgia had made it just in time to sit on his other side, before Alistair announced the start of class.

Wayne had to find a cure but he also had to go to class, he headed in and tried to sneak into a seat hoping that he could play it like the muggles called it. Playing dumb, that was it, so that he could ask a question on what to do if you had Veritaserum in your body (which actually didn't taste that bad to be honest) and what to do. He sat down and started to think through what to say, probably would just lose them points but what was the point? Wayne pulled out his book and hoped they repeated the pages to the others he had seen come in earlier then him.

He had to make sure that they didn't lose points this year, that was the primary goal, he would attempt to be at every quidditch game that Ravenclaw played and dueling, but he didn't think he could fit all that into his schedule.

Scott was late, Scott was terribly and incredibly late. As he ran down the familiar corridors of Hogwarts Castle he cursed under his breath. The sound of his feet hitting the stone floor as he ran down the dungeon steps and into the familiar potions classroom. He was panting for breath as he closed the door behind him. He wasn't too sure about this professor, he had never had him before. And he had only received his timetable that morning so he was very disoriented.

"Sorry professor." he muttered as he took a seat. Next to a familiar face, Hitame Higurasha. She as a Gryffindor like him and they got along fairly well. They had never had a fully established friendship but it was better late then never. "What have I missed?" he asked her.

Now, to add to the fact that he hated the dungeons, Aidan didn't like the look of this teacher. The others had seemed nice, some friendly, some just pushed for you to work. This one seemed a bit...different. He couldn't put his finger on it. He looked around, wondering who the Hufflepuff Prefect was. Nobody seemed to be moving. Maybe they were late. Who knew. He sat there, his textbook in front of him. He daren't open it incase the Professor thought he was ignoring him. Aidan wouldn't ignore a Professor, he really wanted to learn.

He saw Wayne come in. Someone he knew, though he didn't want to turn to look at him or anything. Aidan basically wanted to appear invisible. He often felt like this. He was surrounded by older, more intelligent -which he hated-, students and a Professor. He just tried to sit and absorb the knowledge,

Hitamé turned her head to the side a bit to face Scott as he sat down next to her. She lifted her head from her arm slightly and shrugged. "Not much. He's just telling us that we won't "get away with anything we did last year". And he called up two others." she told him. "That's pretty much it." She added softly, lowering her head to her arm again.

It's not like anything interesting had happened. They were just sitting there, waiting for one of the Hufflepuff prefects to go up like the professor had asked of them. She doubted Ryo would go up unless he was forced too. He always hated having all the attention on him, though he almost always had it because he was a Vampire. And for some odd reason, girls followed him around everywhere now. Hitamé grinned a bit at the thought of a bunch of girl crowded around him and him trying to run away.

Amelia noticed that the other Hufflepuff perfect didn’t want to come up. She didn’t mind doing it. It was terrifying yes but she hoped that her mother’s Potions lessons had paid off. She at least didn’t explode any cauldrons over the summer. She hoped it worked.

Amelia took a deep breath. So this professor wanted to play games. Oh this will be very fun, if he was going to plays games so would she. She knew she had spent way too much time with her brothers. She didn’t really care if she got in trouble being a ‘Perfect’ and all but at least then she could possible get out of being perfect. It was starting to suck trying to keep up with those duties and schoolwork.

She got up from her seat and walked forward. She was a lot of things but a coward was not. She hoped she wouldn’t seriously get hurt or even possibly killed. She wasn’t too keen at the demeanor of the professor but she knew even if the smallest of thing happened to her mum would be swarming Hogwarts with wand drawn. So she wasn’t that worried since she knew how fierce her mum could be when one of her kids was put in danger. She stalked Diagon Alley for weeks after Amelia had barely gotten out Knockturn Alley in the beginning of summer, of course by accident she was even there.

She swore to herself to show no fear or nervousness. She wasn’t going to let anyone play mind games with her. She was focused for the first time since the broom accident. There was no way she’ll make a fool out of herself today.

"You called," she said in a low tone. She didn't blink, she knew if she did she'd back down. She wasn't going to do that now. She had started this so she was going to finish it.