A Few Details Chapter 5:

'Why did you look so disappointed?' A girl with long, almost wavy, strawberry blond hair, asked Héderváry whom she was sitting next to. The reason for Héderváry taking that seat was obvious to the strawberry headed girl; Héderváry wanted to look at the Slytherin table. That boy, Beilschmidt, like Héderváry, sat at the edge of the table, near the Teachers Table. Which was the only way they could watch each other, as their Tables were on the opposite sides of the room.

Although, as Elizaveta hoped, it would be allowed for people to sit at the Tables of each other's Houses, otherwise sitting like this for the rest of the year, for all the seven years, would be rather awkward; leaning precariously to the edge to get a glimpse of only one of her friends.

'Normally,', the strawberry blond continued, 'people are thrilled to get Sorted in Gryffindor. Unless they've got family in other Houses. But you seem more like an only child. And even those students whom have never heard of Hogwarts, before they got their letter, seem to prefer Gryffindor. So, why did you look so disappointed?'

'All my friends got Sorted into different Houses. And I don't know anyone else here.', she answered.

'But you can get to know more people. Get more friends.', the girl, whom Elizaveta now realized also had red eyes, just like Gilbert. No, not exactly like his, but they were red too. Gilberts were more crimson, while this girl's eyes had a blood colour.

'Yes, indeed. And you can start with your own House. Perhaps even now, at this very table?', the snooty voice, Elizaveta had started to recognize as Edelstein's, said three seats away from her.

'Hm, yeah, sure.', she answered distractedly. She was more interested in looking at Gilbert, whom at that moment had decided to make faces, maybe to comfort, maybe just because he wanted to, but he was directing them at her, that was for certain.

She smiled.

'So, we'll receive our schedule here tomorrow?', Elizaveta looked at the girl, whom she still didn't know the name of, it had completely slipped her mind to ask.

'Yes, it's standard procedure. I would recommend that you just hurry towards wherever your first period class is going to be, and not study the whole schedule. It can take some time to get to class from here, depending on which class you're having. And most teachers are strict about appearance in class, even if it's your first day.'

'Pardon me, may I enquire after your name?', Edelstein put in, leaning over to the two girls, but directing his question to the strawberry blonde one, looking her directly in the eyes. Violet on red.

She blushed prettily, but unnoticed by him, and answered,

'My name is Irina Vlad.'

'Now, my question is; may you tell us how we can get to know where to go for our classes?'

'Well, normally you can just ask one of the older students, though I regret to say that many of them enjoy giving the wrong directions, just for fun.' She cast a glance towards the Slytherin table, her eyes narrowing in slight elegant contempt.

Edelstein and Elizaveta followed her gaze, she was looking at a group of boys; all with the same facial features, especially their eyebrows, but with different hair colours.

'Like them?' Elizaveta curiously asked, pointing towards what was obviously a band of four brothers talking merrily with each other.

'All, except the one not talking to the others; you know the one whom is trying to pretend that they aren't there.'

Elizaveta didn't know whom she meant at first; but then she spotted the fifth brother. He was sitting almost at the other end of the table, with his back to her, she could barely catch a glimpse of his big, bushy eyebrows, talking to one of her fellow First Years, the one whom had been last to be Sorted; Zwingli.

'But that still doesn't say how we know where to go for our classes', Edelstein commented.

As Elizaveta turned back to Irina, the metal on her wrists clang against the table.

Irina was momentarily distracted from the task of helping two First Years.

'What was that?'

'Oh, that's just my metal bracelets.'

'Your metal bracelets?'

Irina stared at her incredulously; the matter-of-fact tone Elizaveta had used had struck her as very odd.

'Isn't that normal?', she asked in a small voice; she didn't want the others at the table to hear her, and she'd a feeling that she wasn't going to like Irina's answer.

'No, not at all.', Irina said a little loudly, confirming her suspicions. 'Why are you wearing them?', she continued politely, quietly and almost discreetly, as if she'd realized that Elizaveta didn't want too much attention on her, and that she'd been, somewhat, rude.

'One of the Ministry people told me that I'd to wear these when attending Hogwarts. He told me to just wear my robes over them, and that I could only take them off before going to bed.', she explained.

'And you did not think it odd?', Edelstein asked her, his voice grating on Elizaveta's nerves; he was interfering with something that was none of his business!

'No, because I come from a Muggle background, that I'm sure is a far cry from your fascinating magical background, and therefore I believed a Ministry person, whom was actually instructed to inform me of Hogwarts, and that I'm a witch, when he told me that I should wear the metal bracelets, as it didn't seem weirder than being told that I was a witch and could do magic.'

Roderich looked suitably chastised by this statement, and so Elizaveta turned back towards Irina whom hastened to smooth out the frowning, disapproving expression she'd had on her face.

'So, how do we know how to get to the different classes?', Elizaveta continued, wanting to get back on track.

'Well, you either ask one of the ghosts, Prefects, Head Boys or Girls, teachers, portraits, or you can ask me tomorrow.'

'How early do we have to get up?', Elizaveta asked.

'Well, breakfast starts at 7.30 a.m., and we get the timetables at breakfast, so around then.'

Elizaveta groaned at the idea of waking up that early.

'Will we have to attend classes that early, every day?'

'It's rare that your first Class is any later than 9 or 10 a.m.'

'How many Subjects do we got?'

'For the first two years; seven. Though First Years got Flying as well.'

'Flying?'

'It's when you learn how to fly a broom.'

While Elizaveta asked questions (after getting an earful, Roderich didn't ask any more questions than his first three) and ate, she surprisingly felt that she was getting drowsy.

The Feast was soon over, and further down the table a tall, well taller than them, girl with straight, thick brown hair and a flower carelessly put in it, stood up, shouting,

'First-Years! This way! Follow me!', which was echoed down all four tables by various people.

When Elizaveta got to that girl, she saw that that girl wasn't the only one waiting to lead the way. There was another one there too, a boy. So, that made a boy and a girl, both with a "P" on their chests, to show her and the other First-Year Gryffindors the way.

Just before the different Houses split ways, Elizaveta fluttered over to Gilbert.

'I'll see you tomorrow?'

'Don't forget us, Mademoiselle!', Francis shouted from his spot among the Ravenclaw First Years, pointing to him and Antonio.

'I meant the three of you!', she shouted back. She hadn't. 'I hadn't forgotten about you!' She had.

'You'll see the three of us tomorrow.', Gilbert said. 'Breakfast?'

'Yeah, I'll try to make it.', Elizaveta said as she hurried back to her fellow First Years and Gryffindors, stifling a yawn as she did so. Weird, she usually didn't get sleepy before eleven at the earliest. She was so sleepy that she hardly noticed that the staircases were moving, she didn't even notice the movement of the one underneath her.

Her last conscious thought before she drifted to sleep, was that Gilbert seemed like a nice guy.

Author's notes:

Oh, Elizaveta, you have no idea how nice you're going to think he is.

In the next chapter:

Elizaveta might've been too exhausted by the day's events and done sleepy by the good food to have noticed the Gryffindor Common Room, but Jorge wasn't.