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"This seems like a good place."

The lounges weren't that loud. Emily had come with her friends, but after an hour or so didn't see them anywhere. She tried looking, but they were no where to be seen.

"I hope they're safe..."

She snuggles into an armchair and gets a small sudoku book from her robe. The lounge was a nice place to have a quiet chat with someone, but no one was here yet. She turned to a new page in the 'advanced' level (in an advanced book) and started filling it out.

. . . . . . . . . . . . .

Time: 3 minutes and 34 seconds.

Emily smiled. She was getting a lot better then when she first started at the age of 4. This was how her parents made her memorize numbers. And it's quite fun. What ever her parents forced her to do, she found them quite fun.

She flipped to another page, and another, time passed quickly for her in quiet places.

"Maybe I'll come here more often, it's a nice place."
She thought.

She wrapped her robe closer to her, trying to chave more heat. Her eyes snap up towards the door as she hears someone come in to the lounge.
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If I can’t make people happy by my own self, then I’ll reach they’re expectation. Because to reach other’s happiness is a sacrifice on one’s self.

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Due to some stubborn curiosity within him, Anatole Evans, a first-year, stumbled into a lounge. At the time, he did not realize it was quote-unquote "private."

They were quiet, indeed, maybe even silent would be a better word. It was even pretty eerie to Anatole, such a quiet place that was not a dedicated library. It was strange, as he listened to the faintest noise. "Hello...?" He remained curious, trying to find another book he wanted to study.

Slowly, he opened the door, stumbling upon a young girl. Instantly, he was flustered upon entry and his face was bright red. "Oh, ah...apologies for disturbing you," Anatole mentioned, clutching the handle and glancing back and forth between the girl and the door handle. " leaving you alone be better? I...I just need a book."

This was one of the few times the eleven-year-old had tripped over his words. Yes, the girl looked alright and not harmful in any sort of way, and yes, he did trust the school not to place him into any unfortunate situation, but alone in a lounge did not feel secure to him for some strange reason.

"Once again, sorry..." He noted with a sigh, beads of sweat building upon the door handle. "I hope you're not lonely."

Well, maybe the lounges were supposed to be private.

How I'd die to catch the freedom of falling...
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Emily stared at the boy, this was new. Someone was apologizing to her and not the other way around. A Gryffindor, most likely a first year was standing at the door. She tilted her head. She's seen him before.

She remembered,
"He tripped at the sorting ceremony."

No, she didn't laugh, in fact, she felt quite bad for him. She's done that the same thing before, just...not in front of hundreds of people. She realized she was staring. Getting embarrassed, she waved her hands around:

"No! No! Why are you apologizing? Come in, please!"

Now Emily knows she was setting a death trap, she was the worst at socializing.

"There aren't that many books here, but, um, you can use this?"
She offers her Sudoku book.

"Whyyy Emily, whyy did that sound like a question??? Who other than you enjoys sudoku anyways?"

The boy still seemed to be nervous, he seemed quite anxious. Emily's face turned red.

"B-but I hope I don't seem scary, I'm not, really! I-I don't know you other than from the ceremony but uh, someway or another we can be friends!"

"Oh no was that 'pushy'? Is this what people call 'pushy?"
She gasps.

"W-wait is this your lounge? Did you book it? Oh I'm so sorry I didn't mean to, um..."

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Anatole walked in, closing the door behind him and wiping his sweaty, anxious hand on his robe. Luckily, the stain blended in. Anatole liked that.

He bit his lip, still thinking. This isn't that bad. The boy took a seat in a chair in front of her. Hopefully she does not remember me. "As you wish," the small child joked. It felt still strange. New people, different places. "I'm here now."

He took a breath, controlling himself while remaining rambunctious and bold, introducing himself. "Anatole, by the way. Gryffindor." Once again, he outstretched a hand, hoping she would shake it.

His other hand took the Sudoku sheet, looking at it and fumbling for a pen. Usually, he tried to keep one with him, but today it just did not work. He was usually very on time and composed, but today he was not. Maybe he changed after he arrived here at this school. For some reason he was different.

And Anatole liked it.

"No, none of my assumptions was that you looked scary. Yes, well my mother told me not to talk to strangers, but how else are you to make friends? It's great so far here, I love the environment." He cleared his throat, breaking out laughing. "Also, I'm relatively broke. I was just...exploring...out of clumsiness..."

He sighed with a smile. "This isn't so bad."

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Cameron entered the lounge and noticed two other students there as well. 

"Hi I'm Cameron. Hope you don't mind me joining." He smiled at them as he closed the door and sat down at the table. He placed his drink on the table as he looked around the private lounge, never being in this area of the pub. It was rather soothing and a comfortable visit. Less loud from the crowded wizards and witches having a good time. "I'm in Gryffindor house. What house are you both in?" Nervous about striking up conversation he waited for them to reply. Not knowing what to say and rather shy about making friends he hoped for the best. The private lounge seems like a good place for study groups to meet. He thought about creating a homework club on his own but didn't know where to start. Without mentioning his thoughts he waited till both students had a chance to respond to his questions or dodge them all together. His stomach started to hurt slightly from drinking the pumpkin juice too fast. His goblet was half full and he wondered about getting some gillywater. Refusing to get up and to move he sat for a bit to let his stomach settle. 

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Anatole looked up from his Sudoku, a little startled by the boy who walked in. It was odd to him. This was his first interaction he had with a boy student who voluntarily walked in on him. So far, all interactions he had encountered were him with girls his age and himself accidentally walking into boys (that shouldn't be mentioned! He just wanted to forget that there).

Once again, Anatole knew he needed to be nice. It was something his parents, and especially his nanny had continued to imprint on him. It seemed that this boy was very much like him. Interesting.

Anatole could only sense two options coming out of this encounter: best friends, or absolutely worse enemies.

Of course, Anatole prayed for the first of the two.

"Well," Anatole began, "I'm Anatole, also from Gryffindor. Pleasure's mine." Anatole would have introduced the girl if she ever brought up her own name.

He took a breath, smiling up at the boy. Anatole's brain tried to fathom at the level of this boy's intelligence...did he not know these were private? Either way, he couldn't escape it now.

"This lounge is the girl's, let her make the decision whether you can stay."

Anatole used his Sudoku sheet to wipe the anxious, runny sweat from his brow. He shouldn't be worrying; Anatole was supposed to be a strong, young, lion cub.

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"How on earth does this happen."

Emily marvels at the fact that within the last hour, two Gryffindor boys have walked into the private lounge. She didn't mind, of course. She was quite happy. She was just worried for all others who actually wanted privacy. She mentally reminds herself to check in with the owner. They may have to redo the signs. Then she immediatly checks it off. She's much too shy to do that.

She was about to answer to Anatole's comment when the second boy walked in. The boy, Cameron seemed quite nervous, as was Emily.

But netherless she smiled,
"Emily Lashkhia, Hufflepuff!"

"Why does everything I say seem so overly cheerfull or seem like questions?"
She wondered. Emily fidgited with her wand. She thought for a moment on if the other two specialized in a certain subject.

The other two have spoke, it was her turn to lead the conversation. How? She doesn't know. She usually doesn't end up in an initiating position in the first place.

"Umm, well, how are you finding your first year so far?"

She scrunched her face because at her own question.
"Of course you give a question that takes time to think, good job Emily."

If I can’t make people happy by my own self, then I’ll reach they’re expectation. Because to reach other’s happiness is a sacrifice on one’s self.

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Anatole looked up from his Sudoku once more, this time at the girl. Clearly, like him earlier, she was flustered, almost embarrassed. It must have been extremely awkward for her to remain here, in this quote-unquote lounge, with two strange, unknown, and rambunctious Gryffindor boys. And with one blocking the exit, Anatole could only hope it turned out mutually.

Well, he had a relatively good chance with a Hufflepuff in the room.

Her response was oddly cheery and pleasant. It reminded him of Rosie a bit, and he liked that resemblance. Emily must have kept him sane, just like Rosie would.

But part of her reminded him of Marissa.

"Well, pleased to meet you," he noted, trying to hold back a chuckle. Had he created a new habit of laughing at Hufflepuffs who suddenly talked when he didn't expect it? If he let go of that laugh, would she have gotten embarrassed and called in someone higher to help her escape from these two nasty, atrocious fellows?

Anatole hoped not. She seemed nice, after all.

"Oh, my first year?" He cleared his throat, keeping an eye on equally peppy Cameron. "It's been alright, I suppose. I love exploring and meeting new people. Haven't delved into much of the magical sorts yet, but also cannot wait until that time reaches me. As for you?"

Anatole took another breath, looking down at the boxes and numbers. He scribbled down a three, still keeping an eye on the other two. Maybe they might need a little bit more help as well.

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Sarafina awkwardly walked into the lounge. She was tired of people and needed some quiet time, but found several conversations going on in there as well. She sat down and pulled out a book. She was too distracted to read, but might as well pretend to. At least that way nobody would talk to her, probably... She studied the room and all the people, most of whom seemed freindly. She gazed off into space, thinking about how and why she got into Hufflepuff. It didn’t seem right. She should’ve been in Ravenclaw or Gryffindor! She didn’t think she was very kind at all! She tended to shut people out more than be their friend. In fact, she had no friends. Not here at Hogwarts. She sighed and rested her hand on her fist, trying to get all the confused thoughts to go away. She was new, and would hopefully get used to things. Maybe she would make some friends. She highly doubted it, but it never hurt to consider. She looked over at the other people having conversations, for once wishing she could be part of a group like that. Have some friends, someone to talk to. She was too shy to go over, so instead she sat there, hoping someone would come over and talk to her.


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Emily stared at Antole for a bit. She didn't mean too, she was just tying to think of an answer. Realizing this, she looked away embarrasingly.

She started.

"It's been alright so far. I've read most of the material from books that my parents, they wanted me to be succesful and all..."
Just for a second, Emily's face showed saddness. But it immediately turned into a sweet smile.

"So classes can get a bit boring sometimes, because it's just review....but potions and the charms and all the things which require something other then books, I enjoy the classes so much! N-not that I don't enjoy books, I love books too! Um, and you see-"

Emily cuts herself off. She mutters a quick apology while looking down, it was one of those moments where Emily was about to end a sentence, but her anxiety would just make her ramble on and on, and she's always been self concious about that.

She hoped that the other two would still be friends with her. They seemed like a kind souls who wouldn't mind.

Soon, another girl came in. It was almost unbelivable how many people can walk into a private lounge.

The unintroduced girl sat in another place. Emily wasn't sure what to do. A girl comes in, doesn't introduce, and sits somewhere else. Nothing like this has ever happened before...what should she do?

"Oh no, maybe she doesn't like me? Should I go? Does she want to speak to one of the boys? Is this her lounge?"
She would have asked, but she's much too shy.

Suddenly, her mind rushed to another thought. Looking at Antole, Emily smiled. She just realized where she's seen his face before.

"Aren't you....aren't you a writer? For the Hogwarts' newspaper?"

If I can’t make people happy by my own self, then I’ll reach they’re expectation. Because to reach other’s happiness is a sacrifice on one’s self.

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Sarafina listened as a conversation went on between two other people. Wait, one of the voices sounded familiar....oh! It was Anatole. She had met him earlier. She looked up and saw that she was right. She saw that the girl looked nervous. Maybe she needed to do something? She should introduce herself.
“Hi, I’m Sarafina,” she said. She nodded at Anatole, “hi again.” Turning to the other girl she said, “nice to meet you. Who are you?” She was so nervous that she would mess up or say something wrong. Her anxiety was coming back. She hurried through the introduction. It was always that was with new people. She rushed it or stuttered or something, but once they were her friends she felt comfortable talking with them. She brushed a strand of raven hair out of her face and focused her sapphire eyes on the wall, thinking. She thought a lot. Considering that she was the biggest introvert, this one small conversation was very good for her. She didn’t usually talk well with others. “How are you liking Hogwarts?” She asked. A simple question that would hopefully get the conversation going somewhere at least. She just wanted to talk with someone new for a while. Maybe make some other friends that weren’t in Hufflepuff. It looked like the other girl might be, but there was another boy who might not be, she thought.


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Anatole's small mind was absorbed in the Sudoku sheet, his head challenged by maintaining two actions simultaneously. Logic puzzles always fascinated the young boy, but he never had the resources to complete one in any amount of time less than hours. He formerly knew kids who could solve Rubik's Cubes in the blink of an eye and Ken-Ken in a matter of seconds. Anatole never considered intelligence his strong suit.

So when the girl responded to his question, Anatole was forced to drop his quill and focus on her. "Oh? Success sounds great," he commented, "wish I had that. Got a D in Herbology, steady going." He snickered at his self-deprecating comment, knowing it was sadly true.

The girl smiled, suddenly happy. "Oh, great! Yeah, I'm still trying to gain my footing, find my place, my favorite classes, my people and all. It hasn't been the smoothest road, to say." For some reason, Anatole was back to not minding what he said...but this time, it came out alright? Nothing snarky, nothing mean? The persona must have been good as gone!

Anatole looked up from his Sudoku once more, waving at Sarafina again. "Hey again! Good to see you."

A little bit angered on how he couldn't focus on two tasks at once, Anatole scribbled down hard at his Sudoku. He got a good two numbers in their boxes before being summoned again.

"Aren't you....aren't you a writer? For the Hogwarts' newspaper?"

Anatole smiled at the girl, his dark eyes meeting hers. "Why, the Gryffpost more specifially. You hit it close enough." He scribbled down a few more numbers, taking about two minutes there. "I write the funny papers."

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Emily laughed at Anatole's response; 'Funny papers'.

Emily calmed down a bit. It was nice to have people around who weren't thinking of you weirdly. Well, at least on the one knows what people are thinking.

She didn't know what to do.

"I guess I can relax..."

She opens her bag to see if she brought anything with her. The sudoku book was with Anatole, and there wasn't much left. Just a riddle book she newly bought and a few other necessities. By necessities, her panicky self had brought a lot. Bandages, medicine, dictionary, a pencil case, etc. It was almost like that muggle movie Marry Poppins' bag. They were all travel size so it didn't bother her, and it has helped her in need at times.

Taking her riddle book out, she went to the page she was on. It wasn't just any riddle book like those with chickens and lightbulbs and such, it was a mathematical one. She loved puzzles, it helped her calm down a bit, as it made her think.

But of course, there were other people in the room and she didn't want to seem like she was ignoring them, so she only slightly paid attention, she wouldn't be able to solve the really hard ones, but probably the high school level ones. She nervously sat up and looked around to see if anybody was feeling awkward or wanted to say something.

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Fatigue sank in as Kira venture around the Leaky Cauldron. Kira stepped into the lounge and saw a few students having a good conversation with each other. She sat down in one of the empty seat holding a book in her hand. Reading a little bit of the book she brought from the store that seemed to intrigued her interest. Enjoying her alone time was all the thing she can do if she decided to avoid any interaction with other people. She continued to bury herself deep inside the world of fiction. Looking over everytime someone passed in front of her. Little by little, boredom decided to visit. She glanced over to the students that were having a great time together, thinking that she might be a part of their conversation.

Well, maybe it's worth the try.

She thought. This is her first time trying to attempt a conversation with other people outside of the Muggle World. She was quite nervous and she knew no one from Hogwarts. Kira sighed trying to stop herself from being weird and awkward. She gathered her courage and mumbled.

Here goes nothing

"Hey guys, do you mind if I join in?"

The words she had in mind finally decided to come out. A sigh of relief. At least this is not weird enough to scare people off.

Not now.

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Sarafina turned as another girl walked in. She looked to be in Slytherin. Slytherins tended to have a reputation for being rude, but Sarafina knew better than to go by reputations. After all, she didn't exactly fit the stereotypical Hufflepuff. The girl asked if they minded if she joined. Sarafina didn't feel that it was her place to say that, but if no one else was going to, she might as well say something. She herself didn't mind. She made eye contact with the girl and smiled, shrugging.
"I don't mind." She looked at the others scattered around, all of whom seemed busy and engaged in their own little worlds. She was too distracted to focus on reading, so maybe she could make a friend. She had friends in every house but Slytherin, so it was worth a shot. She looked back at the girl, smiling warmly. "I'm Sarafina, but you can call me Fina for short. Who might you be?" she asked. A simple question, but one worth asking. That is how she made friends. By asking simple questions and getting to know them. She didn't particularly love talking to people, but it helped. After all, everything started with a name.