[i]Gryffindor Table[/i]

Ajax calmly sat in his seat, picking out food from the table and lightly eating. He was still new to England and was definitely unique because of his accent. When he stepped onto that train, he has not spoken a word not anyone. He kept to himself mostly. He heard of the fight and taught nothing about it. With his combat skills, he could probably beat most of the Wizards here in hand to hand combat, with none of the wizardy bullshit.

Ajax fumbled with the "robe", it was more like a dress to him, and picked out his headphones and his iPhone. He plugged his headphones into the iPhone and attempted to turn it on. It sparked. He felt a jolt of electricity go through his right hand, which was holding the now sparking iPhone. Of course, he being how he is, he said one word. Really, really loud. "FUCK!"

Ajax, forcefully, put his headphones on his neck and immediately unplugged it. He held his callous and [i]smoking?![/i] hand, gripping tightly. He stopped. He looked around. 'Oh no.' The table looked at him with wide eyes. The New Zealander quickly sat back down, face red. He fumbled with his still smoking iPhone and threw it into his pumpkin juice. He looked at the girl in front of him (can be anyone) and asked in his thick New Zealand accent "Yeah, can I borrow your Phone? I need to call my parents to say that I've arrived." He of course lied, all Ajax wanted was to escape the boring hall and listen to music.