"It was the very first week of the Hogwarts school year, I remember it like it was yesterday. I remember all of the students have already gone off into their groups and what not, and frankly, I was starting to get a bit worried walking around by myself. People who recognized greeted me, but they didn't seem willing to let me in. I was feeling rather hopeless until I saw Max sitting in a chair by himself, looking about as lost as I was. I noticed that he was alone, and my instinct was to instantly go over to him and introduce myself. Luckily, he accepted me, and little by little, we got to know each other. I knew right from the start that I liked him, and I knew that from what I've seen and learned from, he was going to be a very close friend of mine. We went to the library together, and God, I remember the glares he gave those people that snickered. It was personally the best introduction to Hogwarts I could have, and I'm still so very grateful to have met Max. Yes, there had been trouble between us, an attack from none other than Richard Harper nearly costed us our friendship, but we made it out in the end. Don't let his intimidation fool you, he's a sweetheart and a nerd rolled into one, he'll surprise you in the best of ways. He'll always be my friend, no matter what he's done or where he goes."

"I can see them," he answered in a voice hushed with awe, laughing again and stretching out his arms to spin around. "We have seven years here! We can do so much! So much to learn, so many pranks to play..." -Maxwell Avery, "Fact & Fiction"

"Oh God, where do I even begin? Dorian and I met in a much, much more different way than I did with Max. The memory of those events are still cut in stone in my mind to this day. At some time during my schooling, I remember being informed from another Gryffindor that their twin brother, who's name will not be mentioned, was getting bullied by no one other than Richard Harper. Having no patience for the boy any longer, I stormed into the common room and told Richard off. Our fighting continued, until he said something that had really crossed the line, and I had went to go slap him. He caught my wrist, and had actually bruised it with how tightly he had been holding it. I thought he was going to hit me harder than I would have to him, but a book that flew from the hands of no one other than Dorian Gray stopped him from doing anything. It was quite a scary experience, but even though he had fought a student for the safety of me, he was quite a gentleman. He brought me to the Infirmary, and soon after that, we became close friends. We've been through a lot together, and even though I highly disapprove of his knack of getting into trouble, I adore him all the same. He's a sweet and caring person, protective and charming, but to me, he'll always be someone I plan to keep by my side for years to come."

"Low blow Anson. Low blow. Didn't know you had it in you." Dorian held a hand over his heart and made a face as if in pain, and yet he sounded more impressed than hurt. It wasn't long before other students began to file in, chatting and laughing marking their entrance. "And by the way, I prefer them to be called studs rather than earrings thank you very much." He just had to have the final say." - Dorian Gray, "The Lion's Pride"

"Eris is the only girl I'm as close to as I am with Dorian and Max. We've met through those two blundering oafs, actually. It was such a relief to know another girl understood the absolute ridiculousness the two could be. Well, then again, she was usually having loads of fun with their troublesome schemes. Eris is a girl not to be messed with, that was for bloody sure. Anyone stupid enough to cross her would regret it in a morning, a nice bruise planted as a reminder to never do it again. She was reckless, small, and lovable. I feel like a babysitter at times, but I know full well that if I ever have a problem, Eris would be someone I would call. She's strong, fun, and someone I plan to keep around me for my life time."

"Eris was in too much of a panic to state the boy's stupidity aloud, so instead she bent down towards him, cringing away from the fire as she shook the boy's shoulder. "WAKE UP YOU BLOODY IDIOT, YOUR ROBES ARE ON FIRE!" - Eris Fawley, "The Calm After The Storm"