Hogwarts had never seen an odder group. And probably never would again. After they left Dumbledore's office, a tiny house elf showed them into the Great Hall. Alix, with typical subtlety, flung wide the doors, and gave everyone in the hall a once over. Most of the Slytherins, having been *ahem* informed of this girl by Malfoy several times over, looked almost pleased to see her. The Fat Friar at the Hufflepuff table looked scandalized. The Gryffindors and Ravenclaws looked mildly interested. And Laurel? Ah, well, she was attempting camouflage herself behind a large potted plant that she had managed to find. Cristin was, by contrast, gazing up at the ceiling in awe, and naming new constellations. "And that's Alfgar the Flatulent! (Giggle!) You can only guess what he's famous for!" Laurel had wisely decided this was the correct time to stuff her head into the pot. Up at the high table, Professor Sinistra had started giggling uncontrollably.

Alix frowned, " People, I have seen more intelligent stares coming from dead cows!"

After Alix made her little speech, Alix and Cristin grabbed Laurel, and pulled her across the hall. Draco gave Alix a pompous half-wave, which Cristin returned enthusiastically, Laurel ducking to avoid the flailing Arm of DOOM. Alix blew Draco a kiss, then walked right past the Slytherin table to plop down next to Fred Weasley.

Draco was noticeably shocked.

" Well hello again! This seat taken?" Laurel inquired plopping down in Oliver's lap. Laurel quickly engaged in conversation with Oliver Wood.

" So what brings you to Hogwarts?"

" Well, Quidditch actually" she responded, picking away idly at his Yorkshire pudding. His face lit up.

" Really?"

"I dunno," said Alix shaking her head " I don't think you can ever replace the Dungbomb. I mean, it's a classic, innit?"

"Nah, you should see these things Zonko's just come out with-" Hermione, who clearly did not want to know about new Zonko products, cut Fred off.

" So where are you from?"

" Oh geez! A thousand apologies. We haven't even introduced ourselves!!! From out of the darkest cloud-"

"Alix, don't be weird." Laurel hissed, after her pulling down from her chair.

" Alright!" responded resentfully, seeing as her fun had taken away from her. " My name's Sylvan Alexandrite."

"Oh! I've heard of you!"

"No shit? All lies. All of it! I swear that goat never told me her age!"

Everybody at the table except Hermione snorted into their food. "Where exactly was the brothel you found her in?" Oliver whispered to Laurel. "She's not normally like this. Our form of traveling screws up her hormonal balance," she whispered back.

"I see."

Hermione had regained her composure by this point, and continued. "No, nothing like- like that. I heard you are the only person to ever have been tried in the Canadian Magical Youth Justice Court for associating with untamed magical sub-terrestrials." Alix's grin widened. "What can I say? I'm just a poor country girl with a soft spot for-"

"Moving along…" Laurel cut in.

"Oh, right. This is Pax McNamara. She-"

"Is perfectly able to speak for herself, thank you, Alix." Laurel turned to Hermione. "I'm an Auror Trainee"

Everyone who was listening in on this conversation, 'awww'ed.

"How can you be a Auror Trainee? Don't you have to be out of school to-?" Ginny started.

"Not in Canada, everyone's home schooled. Pax's parents are aurors, so they're teaching her how to be one." Alix said, looking suspiciously at the liver and onion pie, "Since Pax's parents are teaching her to be a auror, they've given her a job, to watch over-" Alix turned to away from Fred and pointed to the empty sit beside her, "Excuse me for a moment," Alix turned and scanned the room, once spotting her she yelled, "ELLIE! YOU'RE GOING TO DRILL A HOLE IN HIS HEAD IF YOU KEEP STARING," Draco would was watching Alix closely turned to look where she was looking and noticed a girl with pig tails staring at him. He watched as she blushed, frozen in eye contract with him.

"ELLIE!" Alix yelled, snapping Cristin out of her moment of eye contract with him and ran over to the Griffendor table as fast as her legs would take her.

"AND this is Elladora Pinkstone," Alix said, Neville gasping.

"The Canadian Minister of Magic's Daughter?" Herminoe asked quickly before Ginny could say what she was going to say.

"Yup…JUICE!" Ellie said happily, grabbing the goblet in front of her and taking little sips and giggling.

Alix reached her hand out and gently pulled the goblet out of Cristin's hands, "What did we tell you about Juice before bed?"

"Oooh! But-" Cristin wined, puppy eyes replacing her normal blue eyes.

"You might as well let her finish the rest of it," Laurel said calmly.

"Fine," Alix handed back the goblet, "But don't go crying to me when she's bouncing off the walls, waking everyone up!"

"She'll all worn out by the time we go to bed. Trust me." Laurel gave Alix a meaningful glance. Alix appeared to understand whatever Laurel was hinting at, and gave her a small nod. Sure enough by the end of the evening Cristin was so tired, she practically had to be carried into bed. Oliver Wood graciously showed the three girls to Gryffindor Tower. Laurel And Alix each had one of Cristin's arms and were supporting her as they walked. Cristin was mumbling things like " No mwore pwuddin, mwore juice, and I will get to sweep tonight."

"How did you guys get her to calm down? At one point there she was bouncing off the table." Oliver inquired.

" I slipped this into her juice" Laurel passed Oliver a small bottle of green liquid with her free hand. On it was a handsome handmade label that read 'Top Secrete: For Cristin; to be used only in emergencies,' A puzzled look overtook Oliver's face. Alix answered his look.

" It's a sleeping potion. We made it for her so that she can calm down."

" See, she normally gets that way after juice." added Laurel. Oliver nodded vaguely and turned to go up yet another set of stairs. They seemed to have to go up every staircase in the whole castle. Then nobody spoke for a while. The only sound to be heard were footsteps and Cristin's mumbling.

" So, what classes will you be in?" Oliver asked Laurel all the sudden, making Laurel jump three feet in the air.

" Oh! We haven't been assigned our classes yet. Although I think we're gonna be paired up with a member of a class in Gryffindor. But I can't be certain of that, yet." Laurel gave a tiny wink to Oliver, who, for some reason, blushed a little.

Nice thought Laurel, He likes me. Great thought Alix there will be emotional attachment here. And juice thought Cristin. Then finally they stopped in front of large painting of a lady in a pink silk dress.


"Here we are" Oliver said stoutly, he gave the password, and the painting swung open to reveal a hole in the wall in which there was a cozy circular room with bunches of large squashy chairs facing a fire place, with a fire roaring in it. On the far side of the room was a window in which you can see the grounds, now blanketed in darkness.


" Ooh," squealed Alix after taking a good look around, "it's even better than I ever imagined!" She turned to Laurel who was now the soul person supporting Cristin and was having some difficulty in doing so.


" We are going to have a blast here!!"
" That's great, but if you don't mind, I could use a little help here."
" Here, let me help you." said Oliver. Together, Laurel and Oliver managed to get Cristin into one of the unoccupied armchairs while Alix was gaping about.
"Mmmm comfy" mumbled Cristin as she fell asleep.


"Mm is quite cozy isn't it?" pondered Laurel out loud then proceeded to talk to herself. " Yes, yes this will be quite enjoyable, mm I think we could have lot of fun with this, although I did think that those stairs where over there, but otherwise quite perfect."


"Laurel, you're talking to yourself again."
"What!? Oh sorry."
"You know you only do that when your tired. Come on, lets go to bed now."
"Yes, ok I do feel tired now that the excitement has worn off. And that trip is getting to me." she yawned "Let's find our dormitories. "
"Yes let's."
"Well… goodnight Oliver I'll see you in the morning, right?
"Yes of course, I'll see at breakfast, Goodnight Pax." Laurel blew him a kiss as she walked up the stairs with Alix, carrying the sleeping Cristin.

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Cristin: You slipped stuff into my JUICE???

Laurel: Mmmmmmmaybe...

Alix: If we didn't you'd have destroyed Hogwarts!

Cristin: Oh....Fine!

Ok, the Canadian ministry was made up by us *Good answer* Most of the characters belong to J. K. Rowling such as Draco and all those other slytherin people mentioned. So, ya...There's not much to talk about in this chapter. I did way most typing. But Laurel and Alix again did most of the typing...Mostly Alix....
So, I guess all I can say now is...

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