After almost dropping her schoolbag, Elisabetta gave a small wave, nodding curtly, "Hello, nice to meet you, I'm Elisabetta."

Brittany quirked her eyebrows at Tom and Pat smarmily, "I'm Brittany."

Mary just rolled her eyes and introduced herself, "Yea, and I'm Mary."

With a further glance at them, Elisabetta noted that Pat was oddly short; standing around 5'4 but Tom was about her height, though she wished he were slightly taller even though she had just met him.

Tom grinned, "Yea, I'm Tom. You might've heard of us, we got Jasmine in a lot of trouble at camp for a paint fight." Elisabetta recalled Jasmine telling her of it and shook her head laughing.

"Yea, I've heard of you guys, that was nice," she said, raising an eyebrow.

"Yea, well no one said we were the nicest people," Tom quipped.

Jasmine rolled her eyes and smacked him on the shoulder lightly; "He's not mean, though he'd like to think so."

Elisabetta commented, "Well maybe he's a fake then. A fake Slytherin, has an odd ring to it don't you think?"

Brittany yawned and then started talking to Pat about classes. Mary just tapped her foot with a small sort of impatience.

Tom met Elisabetta's eyes with his own and she felt color rise to her face, "I know a challenge when I see one. I'm not a fake Slytherin, and if I am, then the hat must've screwed up."

Elisabetta tried to think of a witty comment but just said, "Yes, I suppose, though that doesn't seem to happen does it? So maybe you are a Slytherin."

"What do you mean maybe? I've been in the house for six years and fit right in," Tom said, challenging her.

Elisabetta was having too much fun to notice his tone, she'd gotten somewhere in the conversation, an accomplishment with her established record of guys.

Mary checked her watched and said, "Well, we should head to our next class, it's almost time."

Brittany said, "Already? Which house is it with?"

Mary glanced at their schedule, "Ravenclaw."

Brittany gave a silent murmur of them being 'know-it-alls' and 'stealers of house points'.

Elisabetta sighed and looked at Jasmine, "So, you coming with us?"

Jasmine nodded, "Sure. Hey, we'll see you guys in a while, all right?"

Tom shrugged, "Yea, I guess, see you. Have fun in class."

Elisabetta replied sarcastically, "Yes, of course we'll have loads of fun. Classes are so interesting you know."

Mary gave the three girls a shove in the direction of their classroom and they set off, waving over their shoulders.

Elisabetta said to Jasmine, "Thanks for introducing us. They're very nice."

Jasmine nodded, "Yea, they're not bad guys. Good friends to have."

"Hey at least there's a guy close to your height," Elisabetta said to Brittany, smirking.

Brittany smacked Elisabetta on her back, "Haha, hilarious. He's nice but not as cool as-"

"…Malfoy," Mary commented with disgust, emphasizing on the 'Mal' with a French accent.

As they reached the classroom and took their seats (the class happened to be Charms) together, Elisabetta asked Jasmine, "So is he single?"

Jasmine looked at her a bit sadly, "I knew you'd ask this. Not currently, but his record doesn't last long with girls actually. They tend to dump him after a while and they're all set ups, so I'm not going to attempt it with you. But you can gain an advantage as being new friends."

Mal in French means 'bad'.