You're a loser, baby

"Merlin, Iris is that you!"

Ariane's voice broke the studied quiet of the Leaky Cauldron. Of course it was Iris Macnair; the exclamation hadn't been a question at all. Ariane's fondness for attention was well known and her ploy turned every head toward her for a few seconds, at least.

The oblivious brunette positively skipped over to her housemate, for Ariane was in high spirits this morning. For once, she had managed to swing a trip to Diagon Alley without babysitting an entire brood of younger sisters while she was at it.

"What are you doing here?" she continued in a more normal tone. "Asides the obvious. Have you got your stuff yet or no?"

Iris' body stiffen when she heard her name being called, thinking her lovely mother found her, she excused herself three hours ago to find a bathroom, but slowly relaxed when she realized that the voice doesn't belong to Petra Macnair, hell, Petra probably forgot she had another daughter.

She turned her head putting a lock of hair behind her ear and smiled when she saw Ariane. "I'm glad to see you too."

Iris moved her bag from a chair beside her, and threw it to the flow, making grimace when bottles in the bag clanked, to make a place for her fellow housemate to sit. Nervously spinning her glass of firewhiskey in her hand, Iris disliked the drink, she realized that two minutes after buying it for the first time, but decided to try it now when she's old enough to do it legally. It still sucks.

"I have everything, the books haven't changed since the last year so I'll used the old ones, so I'm actually hiding from other to female members of Macnair family, there's certain amount of time I can hear 'You'd look lovely in this dress Iris' and they fill a quota for today." She snorted. "What're you doing here?"

Ariane rolled her eyes. It was the Leaky Cauldron. What did Iris think she was doing there? But she didn't want to start off the year on the wrong foot.

"I know the feeling," she agreed. "I'm just looking round, you know? Not often I manage to avoid my pesky sisters."

She didn't take the offered seat, instead encouraging Iris to stand.

"Come on, you should get out. There's heaps of newbies in the Alley right now and it's always fun to freak them out about Hogwarts."

"Last year, I made some muggleborn believe the houses were divided up like those weird groups on American television. I told him Hufflepuff was the Glee House. It was hilarious."

"Welcome to the club, then." She took a sip of her drink and made a grimace as the liquid traveled down her throat. Do people really buy this? There's even better question, why did she buy it if she knew she doesn't like it? There's her answer why the sorting hat didn't put her in Ravenclaw.

"But these chairs are really comfortable.." Iris squealed and tried to argue but she found herself already rising. Chairs weren't that comfy anyways, and toying with firstyears sounded kind of fun.

"I bet it was." She walked to the exit and opened the door letting Ariane to go through the doors first. Iris had no idea what the Glee House was, yet that wasn't strange given the fact that her parents forbid their children to watch muggle television, and it wasn't like she can sneak one tv in her room without getting noticed. However, she wasn't planning to tell Ariane she has no idea what's talking about, that'd make her look dumb.

"Have any ideas for this year's firstyears? Maybe telling them that they need to battle a chimera to enter the castle?"