They entered Salem Academy's enormous Dining Hall slowly behind Jamie, brushing past groups of students trying to find their assigned tables. The hall looked ages old, but still had a confident integrity to it, probably because of the designs on the walls. The ceiling was a giant moving picture of what was probably meant to be heaven. There were little cherubic angels playing harps and fluttering around the clouds. Hermione was staring at it dreamily while Ron just gaped at it with a vacant expression.

"Darling arent they?" said Hermione, taking her eyes from them.

"Yeah...Pretty." Harry lied.

"I've always thought they were... annoyingly perfect." said Jamie as she led them to their table.

"Really?" said Ron beaming. Hermione didn't find Ron's reaction very amusing.

Harry looked around the hall for Seamus, Dean, and Neville, and finally saw them conversating with a group of Salem students at the Wicca Tower table . Harry and his friends said they would talk to Jamie Hansen later as they made their way over to sit with Ginny, and Harry's dormitory mates.

"Hey, Harry...Ron, and Hermione." said Dean scooting over to make room.

"Hello." said Ginny as Hermione went to sit next to her.

"So, how do you like it here?" Neville asked Harry.

"It's nice. People are nice here."

Neville nodded and smiled. Harry hadn't seen Neville so content before. He usually was looking from his left to his right as if someone was planning to perform a sneak attack on him. Harry laughed to himself and continued to talk to his friends and introduce himself to the Salem students sitting at the table. It seemed as if everyone had found a group of Salem students they clicked with. Even Malfoy seemed to be getting along with some of the people sitting at the Dungeon Stairwell's table. But even though there were many more boys to fawn over, a pug-faced Pansy Parkinson still had chosen to stare lovingly at Malfoy. He didn't take much notice to her, as he kept eyeing the all girl Quidditch team talking near by. They were led by a moderately heighted, stocky, yet still very pretty girl with dark curly hair.

"That's Dia Thorne." said a Salem boy who noticed who Harry was looking at.

"She's the captain?" he asked.

"Yeah, you could say that. She's not very nice though." the boy answered.

"Why not?" said Hermione getting into their conversation.

"Well, her family's filthy rich, and aren't big fans of Muggleborns-- and all things Muggle."

"Sounds like someone we know." said Hermione looking over to Malfoy.

Their conversation about Dia Thorne and the all girl Quidditch team came to an end when both Headmaster Dumbledore, and Principle Foggs made an announcment that would begin the feast. The food was delicious, Harry thought, and for desert the Hogwarts students had tiny individual cakes surrounded by truffles. Each said "Welcome" spelled out in the frosting. Ron had aten the cake and every last one of his truffles by the time Harry go through two bites of his cake. Hermione glared at Ron in reference to his manners.

"Won't you slow down, Ron." Hermione said which sounded very motherly.

"No." he answered.

"We're in a new place, the least you can do is eat like a human being." she scolded.

"You aren't my mother or my wife, Hermione." Ron said swallowing a truffle.

Hermione and Ron stared at eachother blankly for a minute and then looked down at their plates. Harry let out a small chuckle and returned to his cake. After he had finished, he looked over to the boy who was talking to him. He had curly, yet shiny blonde hair and a handsome face, which reminded Harry terribly of Cedric Diggory. But Harry wasn't as bothered as he used to be by Cedric's death, so he and Zach continued their conversation about Quidditch, girls, and surprisingly, Voldemort. Most people here, didn't seem to be phased by the mentioning of his name.

The feast was over within a few minutes of Harry and Zach's conversation. They all were dismissed. The Salem students had the rest of the day off, free to give tours to people from Hogwarts. They found Jamie in the library, and came to find out that she was also friends with Harry's new friend Zach. Hermione and Jamie talked and giggled for hours reading issues of Witch Weekly, so Ron, Harry, and Zach decided to leave them to it. The halls were wide and had large windows with stained glass roses in the centers. Zach had told he and Ron that they did wear uniforms, but were aloud to have days when there were classes, have a casual dress day. It wasn't very interesting, but it was something to talk about. Just then, mounds of students rushed past them as if there were a fire blazing in their direction.

"STUPID MUDBLOOD!" roared a voice up ahead.

"That doesn't sound too good." said Zach picking up his pace ahead.

"What was it?" said Ron trying to keep up.

"You mean who is it...Judging from the sound of the voice I'd say it's--"

"Dia Thorne." said a girl running past them. Zach looked even more frightened as they approached the scene. Students formed a circle around Dia, the girl Quidditch team, and the a boy cowering against the wall. Dia's sweater was doused with water. Her and the Muggleborn boy probably bumped into eachother walking too fast.

"I'm sorry, Dia!" said the boy picking up her book bag. He had to have been a foot taller than she was.

"It's all right I guess. Don't ever let it happen again you little rat." she sternly replied. "We're leaving." Malfoy smirked at her as she brushed past him, also watching what looked to be the pletes of her skirt swaying back and forth. Dia returned Draco with an eyelash flutter and proceeded to walk down the hall.

"Sometimes I think she's related to the devil." said the girl who was running past them earlier. "Now that I think about it...Dia's probably short for Diablo."