Dinnertime!
All the houses gathered in caphacony; there were glares across the room, shy smiles, and winks. Slytherin and Gryffindor fifth years, conveniently, entered at the same time.
Jezebel, who was busy driving everyone insane by randomly singing muggle songs (in Slytherin of all places), asking Snape if she could have a puppy, and casting spells on people that turned them various shades of purple, suddenly stopped in her tracks.
Draco rammed into her, as he wasn't really watching where he was going, and swore.
"Watch it, mudblood.."
She ignored him and ran past Snape towards the Gryffindor side. She promptly latched onto a redhaired girl. Talon.
"TALON~~! I missed you~~~" she squealed.
Draco was staring. The girl Jez had glomped onto was -gorgeous.-
Talon smirked and pulled the affectionate shorter girl off of her.
"Go back to your group, Jezzie.. Wouldn't want you to get in trouble, now would we?"
"Okay! Come visit meee!!" She grinned and trotted back to Draco.
"Who was that?" She reminded him of someone.. he couldn't put his finger on it, but the hair..
"Hmm? That was Talon! She's my bestestest friend in the whole-wide-world! I met her on vacation in Wales." Seeing he wasn't really paying attention, she poked him.
"Draco, will you have puppies with me?"
"...What?" He startled out of his reverie just long enough to hear the last thing she said, and stared at her blankly.
"Airhead! Kamon!" She grabbed his arm, and he shoved her away.
"I can walk to the table on my own, thank you.. why don't you go throw your wanton little self at someone else, Zion?"
Jezebel proceeded to bite him on the arm.
"OW! What the bloody hell?!"
"Tha's for bein' mean to me." She giggled and dragged him over to the table.

Meanwhile, at Gryffindor..
"You shouldn't be hanging out with Slytherins," a boy with red hair informed her. "They're no good.. and that one seems a little strange in the head.."
"Oh, Jez is good intentioned. Though yes, she is barking mad." Talon smiled a little at the boy. She couldn't quite recall his name.
"She seemed okay, Ron.." The black-haired boy with a scar spoke up. He was, as she knew, Harry Potter.
"Ah.. food's ready." Talon smiled and began to eat. Harry noticed that she ate very little meat and no warm foods, preferring cold fruits and vegetables.
Seated as they were, in an order that went so: Ron and Harry on one side, Hermione and Talon right across, they were a quiet foursome.
Ron was busy teaching Talon about the dangers of Hogwarts.
"Well, watch out for Draco Malfoy -- he's an awful snit, looks like your friend Jezebel has bonded with him pretty well.. Oh, and be careful of Snape and this orange cat called Mrs. Norris.. and Filch.. And McGonagall if you're breaking a rule. Now, the portrait in front of.."
Talon appeared to be tuning him out.
A tall girl with short, oddly faded purple hair that flipped out wildly around her face came over, resting her hands on Talon's shoulders.
"Hey Tal.."
"Hello." Talon craned her neck up to smile at the girl. "Enjoying yourself in Ravenclaw?"
"Oh my *god!* It's so STRICT! It was way different back in Wales," she said knowledgebly to them all. Fred, George, and Seamus all looked rather interested. The girl flopped herself down on a chair.
"See, at our old school, nobody much cared what you did so long as nobody got hurt. It was all about furthering the "self," and they thought that if you got in trouble it'd further your character."
"Which meant you got to do whatever you want?" Seamus grinned.
"Yup! Hey, Tal, be a doll and introduce me, will ya?"
"Sure. Everybody, meet Mikey. 'Key, meet Fred, George, Ron, and Ginny Weasley, Seamus Finnigan, Harry Potter, Dean Thomas, Hermione Granger, Lavender Brown, Parvati Patil, and Neville Longbottom."
"Hi everybody. Yes, I would like to confirm that I AM female. Most people call me Key." She flashed them a grin. A fairly normal-looking girl, she was pretty and of medium height. She wore jeans and a black tank top with a single word on the front that appeared to be in another language.
Key sat on her knees and proceeded to get into a heavy discussion with Dean, Seamus, Fred, and George about pranking tactics.
Hermione glanced at Talon, frowning.
"Um.. Talon?"
"Yes'm?"
"Will it be like this -every- day at lunch?"
"Probably!"