Jei

*sits up suddenly at lunch, swings around on his bench so he's facing the rest of the room, and flings his hands in front of him, as though repeatedly showering everyone with confetti*


Ma-ia hii, ma-ia huu, ma-ia ho, ma-ia ha-haaa...


[[Lyrics from here. Any first-years (or firsties at heart) want to join in? XDDDD]]

*after spending all morning in the Ravenclaw common room sweating over some sheets of parchment, is now at the Owlery, staring blindly at the sound of three owls flying away*


I should have brought my scarf.

Point Me, door to the Great Hall.....

*trudging back across the grounds, guided by the gentle pull of the wand in his hand*


..*coughs*

*sinister chuckle; writing is deeply scored and uneven*

The professors say my script is legible now. It is time to try something new.

I wonder if anybody can read this. It is strange to have books that whisper back to me, but I will soon learn their secrets.

Professor Flitwick will not let me eat in my room. He does not understand that it is hard to eat in a room full of noise and different smells, and I cannot abide a mess. He is a strange man and his voice is close to the floor. I will leave early, and think of something else if he deigns to notice.


*sits on a bench near the Great Hall, hunched over his journal: a slight, intense-looking first year with stringy black hair and a Ravenclaw badge, snarling softly as he writes by touch*