Eva chuckled softly to herself, watching with somewhat narrowed eyes as Avice pranced away.

"Rich advice, coming from a girl who has no skill in either endeavour." She said in a scathing tone, loud enough for both twins to hear. "As for picking fights Isaac, I hope your cousin there avoids one. The poor [i]bambina[/i] wouldn't cope very well, I think. Even with one of those "slabs of mundane metal" we fools use." Said with another chuckle, Eva's eyes turned to Chandler, the quieter of the two boys. Last year she'd admired the way in which he commanded the broom in Quidditch matches - Isaac too, as well - but Chandler showed a real prowess at it. 

"Looking forward to Quidditch this year, boys? I was thinking of trying out for the Hufflepuff team - they lost their Seeker and one of their Chasers when they finished last summer. I don't think my parents would approve, but then again, they rarely do when it comes to me." She'd already discussed this prospect with her brother, who - surprisingly - thought it was an excellent idea. No doubt he thought it would be a way for her to let off some of that wild energy that always had her bouncing around, and perhaps even teach her some discipline. She couldn't argue with that, but naturally, those weren't the reasons she wanted to join the team. She never felt so free as when she was up in the air, and Quidditch was one of the few things she and Leo had in common.

As more of the students milled into the Great Hall, Eva's mind wandered to what would be for dinner. 
[i]"I hope they do that French onion soup again. Oh, and the venison too!"[/i] Eva's stomach grumbled quietly in hunger, almost echoing her thoughts.

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Ryden gave a low, throaty chuckle as Ingerith's eyes turned to his bloodied hand.

"Ah, no more trouble than usual. You know what I'm like - the amount of time I spend in that forest, bothering it's denizens, I may as well live in it." He paused then, taking his hand away from the Thestral before it gave into temptation and took another chunk out of it. "Although, I doubt the Centaurs would be pleased if I did that."

Watching on as more of the children made their way into the Castle, Ryden looked back to Ingerith.

"Perhaps we should make our way inside, lest our villainous Headmaster think we are conspiring against him." He said jokingly, glancing up at the windows of the castle where Corvus enjoyed skulking.