All of the boys and the girls here in Hogwarts (open)

Sara poured the little porcelain spheres an older student had given her out of their plush velour bag and into her hand. The boy had told her they were called gobstones, and that it was just like playing marbles. Sara hadn't noticed the impish smile on his face as he'd scurried off; she just thought he was trying to help her fit in. People at Hogwarts were really nice that way. Not nearly as horrible as some of the people on the train had said it was going to be. Some people always thought the glass was half deaf, though.

Sitting on the Hufflepuff table, she drummed her heels against the bench seats where she'd shortly have to sit with the rest of her housemates for dinner. There was not a lot going on this afternoon and it didn't seem worth the effort of walking all the way down to the basement only to have to walk all the way back up here again at six o'clock.

Daniel walked down the narrow, gap between the Hufflepuff table and Gryffindor table when suddenly a bigger and much older boys purposely slammed his shoulders into his causing him to drop his books and to fall down on the ground. His vision were blurred because he had head hit the ground, quite hard; it took him a few second until they were clear again. He turned around to see who it was and by telling from their robes they were older, seventh year Slytherin boys, same one the other day that had teased him; Daniel sighed and got onto his knees and started to pick up all of his stuffs. He'll get them back later, he always had something up his sleeves.

Alexa had managed to escape her clingy friends, and made it to the Great Hall. There, she saw a Gryffindor getting bullied by some older kids. They made him drop his books, so she went over to him, and decided to help him. "Hey. You look like you need a gaurdian angel."

Sara watched the boys in green smash into the boy in red without a word. It wasn't nice, but they were wearing different colours. Even Sara was smart enough to know you didn't barrack for the other side on enemy turf.

"Ar' ye okay?" she ventured.

It wasn't that she was interested, and he probably wasn't okay, since his head had almost bounced off the floor, but it was just one of those things you said in these situations.

As she slid from the top of the table, another girl came over to... chat him up?! Wow, Sara didn't know Hogwarts was such a hotbed of, um, such a hotbed. Yep.

" 'E needs more 'an an aengel; 'e needs te go te th' 'ospital wing," she interrupted. "Unless ye ken do 'ealin' magic... or ye know first eaid."