When they had finished their tale on how Malfoy is "a sodding arse that needs to be taught a few things," Natalie sat back in thought. She hadn't told them if she agreed or even understood. She just sat there. The occupants of the Gryffindor table were waiting for her reaction.

Ten minutes after the stories end, they got one. "Well, I'm sure he's not that bad. Anyone can get defensive and act like an arse; doesn't make them evil."

Ron hit his head against the table, "you should be a ruddy Huffelpuff with your 'silver lining' crap." He muttered.

"RON!" Ginny and Hermione yelled together, followed by them each smacking the redhead upside the head.

"owww." he moaned

Everyone else laughed at the boy's misfortune, as they began filling there plates with the food that had just appeared.

Syrian stalked through the halls of Hogwarts. She had no idea where she was heading and didn't much care. 'What have we gotten ourselves into?' she thought. Syrian didn't know why, but there was something about this place that unnerved her. The people were actually friendly . . . to a point. The headmaster seemed to trusting, though she could tell that he was as manipulative as they come. And there was something about that blonde boy that irked her. She didn't know why, he was only being helpful, in his own snotty, pompous, 'I'm better then you are' way.

Lost in her thoughts, she didn't notice where she was headed and soon found herself in front of a large painting of a woman in a pink dress. The golden plaque beneath it read : 'The Fat Lady'.

"The Fat Lady?" she whispered, "How disrespectful." This comment caused the painting to chuckle.

"Not as disrespectful as you might think, young one. For at the time I was the largest lady, with the title not just a regular woman, you see dear."

Syrian nodded, considering the Lady's words. "Yes, I suppose as such may be true. But if one is not educated well of your time, then it does sound not all that proper." She was silent for a moment before she spoke again, "where am I, Lady? I'm afraid I'm new and no not of where I've wondered."

"Which house are you my dear?"

"Slytherin, why?"

"Ironic isn't it. Well, I'm afraid you've wondered farther then your house boundaries, this is Gryffindor territory, and although you don't seem to be a danger, they will have your hide if they find you hear."

Realization sparkled in her eyes, "Oh, then you must be the entrance to their common room." By the shocked look she received from the Lady, she knew that many hadn't figured that out. "not to worry, I won't say a thing. My sister is in your house. Watch her would you? You won't miss her." She then mustered the best smile she could before she walked away.

The Fat Lady watched her leave with a sad smile. "Strange girl that one, but very polite and apparently well read as well," She murmured. "I'll have the others watch out for her, she doesn't know it, but many problems will arise with her around. . . . Hmmm. . . ." with that she left her portrait and began telling the other portraits of a young girl that they needed to look out for. No telling what could happen if she came looking for her sister, being a Slytherin and all.

Syrian continued to find her way about Hogwarts for a long while. She had successfully found where the Transfigurations, Charms, Defense Against the Dark Arts (D.A.D.A), Muggle Studies, and Divinations classrooms were located. She had also assumed that the Potions classroom was in the dungeons, but hadn't felt the need to explore there yet.

Currently though, she was sitting in a large room with wall to wall bookshelves. In the middle of the room where a couple comfortable sitting chairs, just waiting to be occupied for long amounts of time.

It was in the strangest way that she'd come about this room. She had gotten a bit turned around and had walked the same corridor about three or four times when she saw a door that she knew wasn't there before. For once in her life, she let her curiosity win and entered the room. To her surprise it was a room that she'd been hoping to find.

She hadn't left for a good while. And it was here she was when her sister was looking for her.

When the feast had ended Natalie stood with the rest of her house, but instead of following them, she made her way over to the Slytherin table.

Harry, Ron, and Hermione all exchanged looks before they decided to follow her, if only to keep an eye on their newest housemate and friend.

Natalie though, didn't care. She was looking for her sister, wanting to bid her a goodnight. It was a . . . tradition of sorts. Even when they went to different schools they bid each other a goodnight. It was lucky that Syrian was good a charms, because in order for this to be done, she had had to make and enchanted parchment that allowed them to communicate instantly. Wizarding instant messaging if you will.

She walked up to the blonde boy that her sister had . . . erm. . . spoken with earlier.

"Oi! Where's Syri go?" she asked him.

He turned and sneered at her, "what do you want, Gryffindork?"

"Syri. Have you seen her? She talked to you earlier, thought she might have told you where she was off to."

"Even if I did know, I wouldn't tell you, you Gryffindork slime."

Before she could retort, Harry stepped up to Malfoy, "Shut it Malfoy, she was only asking the whereabouts of her sister. You don't have to be a prat about it." He turned to Natalie, "You'll see her in the morning. Don't worry. Besides, you won't get anything out of him, even if he did know."

Malfoy, who didn't like being ignored, spoke up, "Face it, you pathetic girl. She doesn't care about you. She's a Slytherin and knows better then to associate with a lowly Gryffindor like you." Now Malfoy himself didn't even know if this was true, but it was worth making up when he saw the tears forming in her eyes. He smirked at her show of despair. But it didn't last long for the last thing he saw was her fist flying alarmingly close to his face.