AN: Sorry all who were hoping for an update sooner, just recently got my muse back as well as a general outline. Expect updates to be sporadic. Apologies in advance!

Miles and Daphne just sat in the compartment in silence. Daphne was staring at Miles, trying to figure out the boy who was reading a book on alchemy.

So far Miles was a silent person who didn't give out much, liked to stay in his own bubble, and had an air of someone who knew how to be stealthy but had the power to blow up anything they wished. From her standpoint, Daphne believed that these next seven years were going to be some of the most interesting years of her life.

Unsurprisingly Daphne wasn't the only one who was being observant.

Miles had already observed the fact that the girl across from him was hiding something big, just like he was. He also figured out that she hid her true personality to not show weakness. Anything else was hidden well behind her mask of indifference.

'She's cute, probably will grow up to be a looker.'

'Shut up Aurawing.'

And then there was Aurawing who was disappointed in being unable to perv on any women yet.

So far not too much had changed except for the social aspects of having an actual acquaintance. Good progress then.

After enduring a red-headed berk who thought he could try and cozy up with him and meeting a bushy-haired bookworm Miles and Daphne slipped off the Hogwarts Express to find their fellow first years.

"Firs' years over here! Firs' years this way!" called out a booming voice. Turning to look at the voice the duo (well, trio if you count Aurawing) turned to see a giant of a man waving a lantern.

Making their way over to the strange man, which Miles decided that magic might have caused that or he was a hybrid of two species, the Guardian in training and Daphne followed the giant man.

Coming across a fleet of small boats the legion of first years were directed to said boats and climbed in.

"No more'n four ter a boat!" came the booming voice of the large man.

The pair of unsorted first years looked at each other, shrugged, and got into a boat. They were soon joined by a pudgy blonde kid who introduced himself as Neville Longbottom through stutters and the bushy-haired bookworm, now identified as Hermione Granger.

As they settled in and began to make small talk, the boat lurched forward, beginning its journey across the starry lake, reflecting the blackness of the night sky that was broken by small blips of light. Miles enjoyed looking at the stars, they always calmed him after spending so long in a dark lab, being tortured under the guise of experimentation. Aurawing never saw the stars personally, just through Miles's eyes yet they calmed him just the same.

The sounds of gasping drew their attention away from the stars before looking at the sight before them in awe. Hogwarts stood in all its glory, the castle turned school somehow refracting the light just so in order to look magical without actual magic being involved. The towers rising high into the heavens as the grounds glowed in the moonlight of the half moon in the sky.

"'Eads down!" came the call that startled everyone out of their thoughts, forcing them to duck to avoid the low-hanging and very thick vines that trailed from the roof of the boathouse. As the boats passed the vines Miles idly noted the high concentration of Aura under the castle, likely housing some of the greater protections against attackers. As the boats stopped and everyone got out however, he was force to focus on the here and now as he, Daphne, the girl Hermione, and the boy Neville all joined the rest of the first years in following Hagrid up to the school proper and into the entrance hall where they were greeted by what appeared to be the strictest woman Miles had ever seen.

The woman had raven hair tied into a bun, wearing green robes with some kind of necklace that had four gems in it. One red, one yellow, one blue, one green, all gleaming with some sort of inner power. She regarded Hagrid with a raised eyebrow, obviously waiting for something.

"Th' firs' years Professor McGonagall," came the answer to the newly recognized Professor McGonagall, who smiles ever-so-slightly as she turned to the group of new students.

"Welcome to Hogwarts," here McGonagall's expression changed to one of guarded warmth as her voice spread over the first year, Hagrid leaving to head elsewhere. "In a few short moments you will be sorted into your houses-"

'Houses? What does she mean?'

'I have no idea Miles, now shut up, we need to listen.'

"-which shall become like your family-"

'Not like we know what that is….'

'Miles, shut up, seriously. I thought I was the one who made all the comments?'

Aurawing's mental comment shut Miles up finally as McGonagall continued her speech, unaware of the conversation between the Aura User and his spiritual companion.

"-where you will learn with them, sleep in your dormitories with them, and spend free time in your house common room. The our houses are called Gryffindor, Ravenclaw, Hufflepuff, and Slytherin…" There was an undercurrent of displeasure in her voice as she spoke the last name. "Each house has its own noble history and each has produced astounding witches and wizards. While you are at Hogwarts, your triumphs will earn you house points. Any rule breaking will lose points. At the end of the year, whichever house has achieved the most points will win the House Cup, a great honour."

'So, a way to set society against itself early? Like that's not going to backfire at all.'

'Aurawing, shush.'

My how the tables have turned…

Wait, Fourth Wall break? My bad! Let me just patch this up!

"The Sorting Ceremony will take place in a few short minutes in front of the rest of the school. I suggest you take this time to smarten up as much as you can while you are waiting."

With that, McGonagall led the first years into a side room before leaving, allowing the group of new students to converse among themselves.

Miles was just content to listen, with Daphne looking at him curiously. This turned out to be a good idea as it gave him a nice little nugget of information.

"I heard Harry Potter was supposed to join us this year."

Harry Potter? Why did that name sound so intimately familiar to him?

"Yeah! Sadly no one knows where he went, he just up and disappeared after you-know-who was defeated!"

Fortunately, or unfortunately, all conversation was dropped when spectral being floated through the walls, deep in conversation about someone or something named Peeves, idly making a comment towards the first years about Hufflepuff before they left once more as McGonagall returned.

"We're ready for you now, follow me." Was her simple statement. Miles could practically feel the smirk she refused to show at the nervousness of the first years. However, he knew he could not comment on it just yet.

So with that, he looked at Daphne, raised an eyebrow, and followed the crowd. Wondering just how Hogwarts would be as well as when the Hell did he consider Daphne a friend.

AN: Hello! Yes I am back! Part of my reason for being on a hiatus is that I am currently in Tech Crew for Les Mis, and the fact that school sucks. Another reason is I could not for the life of me figure out what house to put Miles in. You'll find out next chapter.

So now that I have posted this be prepared for possibly another long-ass break from my end.

Au revoir mes amis!