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[Wilhelm Genetta]

I'd rather feel pain...

Wilhelm walked slowly down the hall, swiping one hair back into his already messy, spiked hair. His robes billowed slightly behind him. It was something he didn't think he'd ever get used to. Everything was so different from when he'd been just a normal kid with a normal mom and a normal dad. But then, he also liked this better. No parents to watch him like a hawk, free to do pretty much whatever he wanted. The freedom was actually quite intoxicating, though never as strong as his non-rule-breaking conscious. Sometimes he thought it would be the death of him.

He fingered his wand inside his robes. Phoenix feather, redwood, 8 3/4. His own wand. He'd seen his father's wand, where it had been hidden up his sleeves for the past eleven years, before he'd left him on Platform 9 3/4. This whole idea was quite honestly nearly unbelievable, though judging by the older students, Hogwarts was a boring old place. Will found it interesting. Even now, the paintings on the walls were whispering, walking around, playing cards, and there was even a knight riding by on a fat little dapple grey pony.

Sir Cadogan. His father had told him about the mad knight. Supposedly he'd once guarded the portrait hole to the common room when Sirius Black had attacked the Fat Lady. Will wandered the halls on the fourth floor, passing by the library, and other unused classrooms and things. But right now he was bored. It was still in the summer, so there really weren't any classes. He'd looked through all of his books, and he'd tried a bunch of the spells. Most of them had worked for him. Wilhelm had been practicing.

He stopped to examine a painting of an elegant looking lady in a midnight blue brocade dress. She looked quite lovely, even though she looked quite stiff and unamused. But as Wilhelm watched, she gave him the tiniest of smiles, before resuming her stoic, non-communicating face. The woman was rather pretty. Wilhelm wondered when she'd lived, if she had. Maybe she'd done something amazing, or even just been someone normal. It was all the same. He watched as she slid out of her picture frame and followed her a few minutes until he came to the top of the staircase, where she'd joined a few other ladies in similar dress. They all sat talking, but welcomed the newcoming lady.

Wilhelm walked back down the corridor, away from the stairs. He'd much rather be wandering down these than going up the treacherous stairs. He's already sunk into the one with the step you had to remember to skip. Only a passing Hufflepuff had been kind enough to get him out. House rivalries were annoying, Wilhelm thought. But at least they were very accurate personality-wise.

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Than nothing at all.

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[Aiden Marie Blanchette]

The day was long and hot and there wasn't even a soft breeze to cool the sweat on her forehead. Usually she would lounge about on her favorite sofa in the common room but the boys had been plotting something and she didn't, for once, want any part of it.

She had been frustrated of late and something had been bugging her. What made it worse was that she couldn't figure it out. She left the common room and made her way up the stairs to the main hall. Another place she didn't want to be a lot of people were crowding around looking at the house points. Though they weren't really people just stupid first years who were memorized by the <i>magic</i> of the school.

They'll learn by at least their third year Hogwarts isn't really all that it's cracked up to be. Since the days of Harry Potter all the true magic and fun has been sucked away by rules and regulations. It felt as if that bitch Umbridge was in charge again. Just not as bad.

The Grand stair case not as grand as it seemed just moving stairs that moved as if they had arthritis and it pained them. She looked up to the top and decided to go where the stairs took her though the end might not be all that fun. She slowly made her way up only to collide into somebody. She looked at them and began to apologize when she realized it was a Gryffindor and not only that but a first year and one of them to make it worse.

She sneered at him and shoved him away before saying. "Watch where you're going Freshman...oh and welcome to hell." She didn't leave though she just kept staring at him and realizing he looked just like his father when he was that age. The only reason she knew this is because her mother had a million pictures of him. Love and lust were the words that floated to her mind. But her mom was just weird like that, not to mention she was a Ravenclaw who fancied anything because she was hideous till after the surgery.

The words of the sorting hat came fluttering back to Aiden as she still looked at the boy. "Keep an eye on the Potter boys and the young Genetta boy as he comes in on your seventh year. Genetta will be a millstone in your life and you are to make sure nothing bad happens to him or it will mean your life. You would do better in Gryffindor to protect him but Slytherin will help you more."

[/u] She didn't understand the hat then and she still didn't but she grabbed the boy up by his shirt and brought him to her face. "You listen to me well boy. Keep out of trouble and away from Malfoy you got it? Don't go running around and getting into trouble like you're Fucking Harry Potter. I won't stand for it. Am I clear?" [/color][/size] [/right]

[Wilhelm Genetta]

I'd rather feel pain...

Wilhelm was still not paying attention as he felt someone collide into him. He stumbled, almost falling, as he turned to see who it was. To his surprise, it was a Slytherin, much older than him. She was pretty, very pretty, but that didn't mean much to him. More was the fact that she was looking at him like she wanted to murder him. "Watch where you're going freshman...oh and welcome to hell." Very friendly welcome around here. Wilhelm felt himself blink, somewhat stupified by this whole conversation, especially as she continued to look him up and down. He saw something come over her face, almost like recognition, but that couldn't be. She was unfamiliar.

The girl seemed to zone out just tad as he watched, still mystified. She towered over him. It didn't do anything to make him feel more comfortable. He attempted to edge slowly away from her, but that idea failed. Will didn't move as she grabbed him by his shirt front, though he really wanted to. This whole wandering thing had been a horrible idea. A really bad idea, to be precise. Her gray-green eyes bored into his blue-green ones as their faces became inches apart. (He didn't like his feet dangled from the ground...) Will squirmed uncomfortably in the girl's grip.

Her words numbed him, then annoyed him. "You listen to me well, boy. Keep out of trouble and away from Malfoy, you got it? Don't go running around and getting into trouble like you're fucking Harry Potter. I won't stand for it. Am I clear?" Will felt himself nodding swiftly. Anything to let himself be put back onto the ground, really. His hands moved up to hold onto the ones holding his shirt. He was choking. "I under- stand. Could. you put- me down?" His wand was tucked inside of his robes, not that it would make much difference. She was probably way more advanced that he was.

Why was she going to help him? Or rather warning him, really? It didn't make any sense. Maybe she thought he was someone else. But that seemed impossible, too, because he had his Gryffindor badge on the front of his robes. She was a Slytherin girl. What was her interest in keeping him out of trouble? (Not that he would, really, keep out of all trouble. He'd just stay away from Slytherins when he was...) Will was totally confused. And starting to turn blue. He hoped desperately that the girl would put him down.

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[Aiden Marie Blanchette]

Her eyes were still glaring into his when he muttered his reply "I under- stand. Could. you put- me down?" She realized she still had him by the collar and he was beginning to tint blue. Recognition gleamed over her face as she began to put him down then softened into something sort of like older sister apologetic I'm sorry I'm a bitch face. "Look, I didn't mean for it to come out like a threat and to come off like a bitch but I really don't want you getting hurt. It's complicated and probably really confusing for you but someday you'll under stand and thank me. At least I hope so."

She silently scolded herself for taking it hard on him but realized it was for the best even if his first year mind couldn't process it. The whole pulling him off the ground was probably unnecessary too. She hoped she was getting her point across no matter how vague. Not to mention that if any slytherin or any one for that matter saw her being nice to him the hazing would probably be worse for him and she would have to kick ass and make up lies. She didn't mind that part mostly because she was in fact a slytherin but something about this bothered her to a point.

She turned around to leave this wasn't the best place to stop and stare or talk especially with the pictures spreading secrets and rumors all the time. But she remembered the first year was still there and turned back to face him. "Oh and this discussion Never took place okay. It wouldn't be good if anyone found out. Especially Malfoy." Her voice didn't have the ice it did earlier.

She felt a strange connection with the boy and knew it would be her downfall some day. Maybe that was what the Hat was talking about, but it didn't seem so, it was too simple and the hat was never simple. It's simplicity ran off when it said your house name but it always confused you before hand.

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[Wilhelm Genetta]

I'd rather feel pain...

Wilhelm was most astonished at her almost apologetic look. It was the most lesser emotion he'd gotten from any Slytherin, though he'd only been here for maybe a week or so. He took a long draw of air as his feet landed onto the ground again. "Look, I didn't mean for it to come out like a threat and to come off like a bitch but I really don't want you getting hurt. It's complicated and probably really confusing for you but someday you'll under stand and thank me. At least I hope so." Wilhelm nodded.

Though it was odd for someone like her to keep an eye on him, probably even difficult for her, Wilhelm didn't mind any extra protection. Not that he liked it, but it was always good to have backup. The Slytherin girl looked thoughtful for a moment, then looked slightly uneasy as she began to walk off. "Oh and this discussion Never took place okay. It wouldn't be good if anyone found out. Especially Malfoy." Wilhelm nodded again. He was beginning to feel like one of those bobblehead dolls his mother had. At least this girl's voice was gentler now.

Wilhelm backed up a few steps, then remembered something. "I don't even know your name." he said softly, not willing to push the unusual friendliness between them. "My name's Wilhelm," he added helpfully. He wouldn't tell anybody of this conversation. But he didn't doubt that something might get out. After all, the paintings did have eyes and ears... And mouths, as well. What am I getting myself into? Will thought anxiously. But it was too late to turn back now. Sometimes it was better off confronting the situation than turning your back on it, anyways.

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Than nothing at all.

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[Aiden Marie Blanchette]

Aiden wondered how much she had confused the poor boy "I don't even know your name." he said softly, the words lingering in the air. "My name's Wilhelm" She stopped and deliberated if it was for the best that she turned around. She cocked her head into his direction his anxious face was too much for her to bare. "Don't do it Aiden this could be soo bad for your rep. You know you want to get your hands on Malfoy and if he hears about this you'll never get the chance. Just turn back around and leave!!!"

[/u] Her inner voice was screaming at her. It was so close to a howler she didn't quite understand how everything around her didn't hear it.

But she turned fully to the boy and stared at him. She never had a little brother and slowly but surely she started viewing Wilhelm as one. She was pretty sure he had a puppy dog face that would surely make her melt and give him anything he wanted. "Lalita. But everyone calls me Aiden because I like it better that and they don't know about the Lalita." She started not caring what others would think about this and her curiosity picked up. She wanted to learn more about this kid. Maybe he could help her figure out this riddle from the hat, but if he was going to be her downfall she might as well make him a friend.

She took a seat on the closets stair, crossing her legs to her side and took off her heals. She planned on being here awhile and chatting, everyone else was busy with their own little pathetic lives."So..uhh...tell me something else about you like what do you...uh like to..uhh..do?? The words seemed to stumble out of her mouth slow as could be. And her tongue seemed to twist around her Indian/English/Scottish accent. She looked up at him and wondered if he thought she was nuts. In a way she was.


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[Wilhelm Genetta]

I'd rather feel pain...

Wilhelm was pleased to see her turn around. She looked perplexed, and didn't seem inclinded to talk to him. He wondered why he was doing this. She was a Slytherin! And she'd picked him up by his robes... But there was something about her that caught his attention. Perhaps it was the fact that a seventh year, even a Slytherin, was speaking to him? Yes, yes, that was it. That had to be it. The girl turned around and looked at him a moment before replying. "Lalita. But everyone calls me Aiden because I like it better that and they don't know about the Lalita."

"Lalita's a pretty name," Wilhelm slipped, then blushed. He didn't take it back though. He thought it was true. And didn't he have a friend named Aiden back in Germany? "I'll call you Aiden if that's what you want, though." Ever the gentleman, he had to correct himself, anyway. Her accent was interesting. His own German accent still lingered. Will rather liked it. "You could call me Will if you want." Those around him might just compare him to a puppy dog. The little first year was so innocent it was almost ridiculous.

"So..uhh...tell me something else about you like what do you...uh like to..uhh..do??" Lalita, or Aiden, had perched herself upon a chair and taken off her shoes. Will looked at his feet and scuffed at the carpet with one foot. "I like music. Anything to do with it really. And sometimes I get in trouble with the other kids for practicing my spells too much." Even to himself that sounded rather lame. "Um... what do you like to do?" This should be rather interesting, as a thought. What did Slytherins do in their free time? Talking to first years wasn't really one of them, Wilhelm knew. So this was a bit out of his depth. He was, after all, a first year.

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