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Feeling: Amused
Where I am: House Tables
What I'm doing: Sitting
Who I'm with: The Slytherins
Love interest: No One

Slip out the back before they know you were there

and at the worst you'll see nobody cares,

you don't want to be around when it all goes down...

Five years. It had been five years since Ronyo stood up on the main stage and been sorted into the house of the serpent. Still to this day Ronyo finds himself with doubts about the choice but has found enough reasons to understand the long term idea behind the reasoning. What made Ronyo stick out so much was not the fact that he did not hold to the ideas of the Slytherin house but that he held onto the ideas of the original Slytherin house. The time when the house of silver and emerald was allied with the house of gold and scarlet, when the houses more reflected the friendship the founders had before the dramatic split of ideals.

Now Ronyo moved down his table with a smile and listening to the quick talk and banter from the returning students and the enthusiastic banter from the new ones. Well from other tables maybe, but more often than not it seemed his table was full of people trying to one up each other, looking to hold secrets they believe to be the key to their power, or just plain not carrying about anything being said. Soon enough one of those idea was being played out as he watched Tay engage a first year in questions that was sounding more like a double interrogation with smiles. Tay was using is silver tongue to gain information from the new students and using his disarming facial expressions to help counter and riposte. While their methods may have been different Tay and Ronyo shared like goals when it came to gathering information, but the end games were also different. Like two swordsmen from opposing lands of the same skill, they would try and gain info from each other to facilitate their personal groups expansion or their rivals downfall.

As it was Ronyo found he often had the disadvantage of fighting fair and wishing to have honor in his engagements, however the part that tip things for Ronyo was he was also practically gifted in combat giving him the physical edge. It was always an interesting game when it was truly a foot and the two could play for hours so long as so larger stack was at risk, but then when was a larger stack ever not at risk. With a smile Ronyo moved to the other side of the third Dante and his interesting conversation partner.

"The serpent who values itself often ends up devouring itself from the tail end," Ronyo smiled as he added his own philosophical statement to the airspace and then nodded to Tay, "Good to see you well Tay, how was your summer?" Ronyo turned to the young girl to whom Tay was talking with and smiled and introduced himself to avoid being rude, "Excuse the intrusion young lady, Ronyo Storm, a pleasure. I hope you enjoy house and the school."

Ronyo couldn't help but widen his smile as Tay spoke with a tone that showed the years had proven to be long ones indeed. The two young men of the same house had become rivals, on more than one battleground but it was often a rivalry that helped push each to become stronger. Sometimes it was a mental growth, sometimes a practical growth in magic, and sometimes even a physical growth with Tay's new height showing off his outwardly gained age. The two had indeed become thorns in each other's side but for Ronyo he still held on to an idea that Tay was not as bad as he wanted to be, only as bad as he felt he must be. At the mention of poetic philosophy Ronyo could not help but work off of those words with some style.

"With great acknowledgment I will admit," Ronyo took a step and made a dramatic bow and smiled wide the entire time, "You'll find that not every Slytherin is a snake and not every snake a Slytherin here at Hogwarts, sometimes the strongest creature lay in the one crafted from multiple animals," Ronyo's play to the Chimera Club for himself but to everyone else it was just an expression of his friendship with a member of each of the other houses, "I'm glad to see you finally match your inward strength Tay, some people are just late bloomers really, "The complement was genuine as Ronyo never made light of anyone abilities and skills, as one should always respect their rival and enemies.

Damien made his way to the Slytherin table with a cool, confident demeanor. He couldn't be happier to have been sorted into the noble house of Slytherin, like his forefathers. He sat at the table, not really caring to converse, and watched the rest of the sorting with a detached curiosity. But, he took notice when the little blonde haired girl who'd been talking to the Blythe girl, the one who'd looked so familiar, was sorted into Slytherin as well. She'd been speaking to a halfblood... but, perhaps she hadn't known? If not, she'd surely avoid the girl now. It wasn't right for those of noble blood to associate with those of lower classes. He snorted, looking to the Hufflepuff table. It was no surprise that Adalaide had been sorted there; as a halfblood, her magic would be lacking, as would her personality. He gave a small smirk at the look on her face. She was rather distressed, he thought. Fitting. 'She must be crushed that her 'friend' will now be aware of her deficiencies. Just like before... just like with me.' The girl seemed to have a habit of attempting to bond with her betters. A dangerous habit to have, to be sure. But, he was sure that the other Slytherins would break her of it, in time. And he for one would be happy to help.

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When the girl turned to him, he inclined his head, his eyebrows raising ever so slightly in surprise. He knew she likely only knew his name because of Adalaide, but then, he had thought she looked familiar. He tapped her shoulder lightly, knowing that she was in the middle of a conversation, but not really caring. "Excuse me," he said softly. She'd taken the time to turn and greet him, or at least, he thought she'd been greeting him, though he wasn't sure since she'd spoken so quietly. Only one way to find out, though, so he waited patiently for her to turn and face him again. He would introduce himself, find out her name. He was sure that, once he had that, he'd know if they'd met before or not. His gut told him they had, but until she gave her name, or maybe her family name, he wouldn't know for sure.

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