Lets See What You Kiddies Are Made Of

[Charlie Jones]

Charlie held out a hand for Reina to help her up-- an unusual sign coming from the fifth year-- and asked the new HoH, "So... who are you?" She said it rather briskly. The way the man held himself made her first impression of him go rotten. She didn't know why, but some people weren't her favorite. It was sometimes up to her whether she voiced that, though.

[penelope]

The wink coming from the man was replied with her grin simply continuing on her face for the time being. On the opposite of Reina, who obviously irradiated irrational hatred towards the man even before he had woken up, she was beginning to like him. He seemed like fun. At least as much as one could say about an adult and a professor.

"Charlie, dear, it's obvious that he is our brand new Head of House," Penelope said the same second the younger girl had ended voicing her question. "Thomas Bloxam."

Yes, this particular Slytherin had done her homework.

[diablo]

Reina blinked. Did the man actually give her permission to use her wand. Reina nodded and as soon as Charlie said her question Reina was already silently jinxing the man. Just as Penelope said Bloxam Reina had 3 strong chains errupting from her wand aimed directly at the mans chest. Reina stared at her housemates who were probably looking at her in shock.

"What? He told me too."

[bloxam]

His stance had not changed. The man remained in his current relaxed position, his gaze on the other two girls, the one he learned was Charlie. Odd name for a girl, but he could flow with it. It seemed that he was being quite unwise, directing his attention at the ones not holding the wand. However, Bloxam did not joke whenever he said he had made a nose-dive from the highlight of his career. This was a man that could have become the next "all mighty" Dumbledore if he wanted, well, maybe not to that extreme. Had not the Department of Mysteries screwed him over. And now, now he was teaching teenagers to become great wizards and witches, one of which would probably rise to that esteem instead. Ironic, no?

One look at the girl with the wand had been enough to tell him that she was going to take him up on his offer. He did not touch his own wand, but erected a shield. The first two hexes sent by the girl pounded into it, the third shattered it. But the Professor himself remained unharmed. Though the residue of the last one had been a close call. Most would not have been able to get that far, and for a student in their late teens? Interesting.

Still with his arm resting on his knee, he chuckled in response to what appeared to be the ring leader of the group. The bloody man did not even blink, as if Reina had done nothing at all. No scolding, no yelling, not even a 'show some manners'. He told her to do it, and she had did it. How could she be in trouble?

"Ah, so we have a smart lassie among us. Yes, I am your new Head of House, and Thomas Bloxam at that. Professor, Bloxam, 'that man', whatever you feel the need call me."

He pointed to Jones, "the one with the irritated tone over there, I have now learned is Charlie. But now you know my name, but I have yet to learn the rest of yours." The HoH waited expectantly, gaze drifting between the ring leader, the lad, and resting finally on the one holding the wand.

No one had seemed to recognize his name. Very good, that means they did not read the Prophet too throughly.

[penelope]

"And I thought we had come to an understanding and that we would behave as much as possible," Penelope said to Reina only seconds after her whole jinxing parade had ended. Was it ever possible to speak some sense into this girl? Apparently not.

Reina could only be thankful this man was not of a vindictive kind or, well, she didn't exactly knew what kind he was yet. That would be too much too ask from her. They had only known his conscious self for a couple of minutes.

Shrugging off Reina's recklessness, she turned her attention back to their HoH.

"I'm Penelope Torres," she stated as the smile came back to her features and the harsh expression that had settled on her temple, when she looked at Reina, disappeared. "And my impetuous friend here would be Reina Diablo."

She felt like she was forgetting someone... Well, if she was they could introduce themselves. Not like anyone in the room was mute or deaf. At least not that she knew.

[diablo]

Reina put away her wand with a rolling of her eyes.

"Impetuous, reckless, whatever. I mean first Charlene tells me to try and make a good first impression by not hexing or jinxing people and now I can't wake a man up from a deep disturbing sleep."

Reina spoke more to herself. As she heard Penelope say her name Reina didn't smile at the man, but instead turn her gaze back to him.

"I'm actually one of your prefects. The other prefect is Charlene, but she wishes to be a boy so she tries to get everyone to call her Charlie."

Reina smiled at Charlie with a self satisfied smile. Reina was sure to get a rise out of her.

[Charlie Jones]

"And Reina here tries to make everyone call her Diablo, when her real surname's Velez. Dunno why she wants Diablo, but it ain't her real name." Charlie's eyes turned to daggers at Reina. The holidays gave her a renewed supply of annoyance at being called by her formal name. And she knew the only other way to get back at the seventh year was to go back with her own play of semantics.

"The name's Charlie Jones, at your service," Charlie said, holding back her tongue that would have added "But you call me Charlene, and you won't like me very much." She figured that maybe giving the old college try to not be completely caustic would serve her well. This was the man who was surely going to give her career advice.

"Has anyone ever told you that you snore louder than a three headed dog, Bloxard?" It was an honest question, but maybe the screwup on the name was intentional. Maybe.

[diablo]

Reina groaned she should have known.

"No, I have two surnames. One is Diablo the other Velez. I prefer the former to the latter if you shall please call me Diablo as everyone else does except for that boy in drag over there."

Reina wasn't like Charlie she had to state her mind.

"She's the only one who dares calls me such and gets away. But call me Velez and I promise you won't like me very much."

[dean]

Dean leaned forward slightly from where he was perched on the arm of one of the leather chairs. He looked at everyone as they made their introduction. Dean shook his head slightly at Charlie and Reina's antics with a slight smirk. It was rather funny to watch them two, he admitted to himself. " I'm Dean Quinn, sixth year. " He said with a nod to the old man. Well, old for his standards anyway. Dean didn't know that Charlie's real name was Charlene... No wonder she didn't prefer Charlene.