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The siren ignored ignored the new defense against the dark arts teacher, he figured all the teachers were like that. They all had their quirks. He didn't feel like listening to a lecture, especially by a woman who probably wasn't even five foot tall.

"Why Not purple that's a better color then pink" Ophelia cringed when umbridge said dark arts while looking at Ophelia pointedly

“Hah, the woman who invented the blood quill shouldn’t be casting complaints on others about use of the dark arts.”
The sister sneered as her brother rolled his eyes.

"Probably judging by names and nothing else." Ophelia drank some pumpkin juice sighing

He picked at the small plate of food he made himself, he wasn't particularly hungry. And this stuff didn't seem appetising, he'd have to get used to it. He continued to ignore Umbridge, and honestly didn't care what's he had to say. He wanted her to stop blabering so he could eat in peace.

The brother seemed to be bothered by something over Ophelia’s shoulder, his eyebrow twitching slightly.
The boy at slytherin table nearby seemed to be a prickly eater, clearly it was a roasted bird sitting on his plate.

One thing that irked the twins, was disrespecting good food...though admittedly no one but them knew why.
And unfortunately, he just had to he insulting the delicious food made from the original recipes of helga hufflepuff
So as quick as a flash he whipped out his wand under the table and whipped his wrist as he whispered.
“Incendio”
Watching as the food on the boys plate burst into flames before he pocketed the wand once more.

"Of course." He mumbled, and then groaned. The others laughed at him. "How did that happen?" "What did you do? Poke it to death?" The asked, he flashed them a glare, and watched the small flame. He had to admit, it smelled pretty good.

Noticing the fire from the Slytherin table, he ignored the commotion and continued eating. He wanted to have nothing to do with the situation as it would get him in trouble. Why can't the houses just get along?

While eating, he looked at Professor Umbridge. The woman was wearing a pink sweater and had curly hair. She seemed to be a bit short, maybe about his neck. That woman gave him an uneasy feeling, as if something bad will happen because of her. However, he ignored the feeling and just kept on eating, while hearing her "important" announcement.

Blaise watched the fire happen from the opposite side of Adriatic. He was slightly amused by the turn of events though his eyes wandered the room to the new Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher - Dolores Umbridge. He had heard rumours of her and her methods, they were notoriously sadistic in nature and highly interesting to him.

If he could get ahold of one of her blood quills, he could more intently study the darker side of magic and its uses.

"Why did you do that? Adriatic is a good guy from what I saw." Ophelia sent a small smile and wave his way.

He looked up at Ophelia, and looked unamused and unimpressed. He wasn't sure who did it, and wasn't sure he wanted to. He hated when people messed with him and his things. Half of him thought it was the pink thing still lecturing, maybe she set it on fire to get his attention. He glanced up at her, but she was too distracted being vain. Probably wasn't her.

Ophelia looked around the room and cringed when she made eye contact with the boy who lived. "Merlin's beard I'm probably going to die this year" she groaned and continued eating and looking around. Her curiosity sparkled in her green eyes she wanted to know everything

“To be absolutely fair, they might as well now have students sign forms for the beginning of each year that state-“
The brother began for the sister to finish
“I consent to the possibility of being, mangled, tortured, or possibly killed while attending hogwarts school of witch craft and wizardry. As an in-direct result of Harry James potter.”

Blaise looked at Adriatic and spoke, "You got off easily enough," he said pointing at the flaming meal, "Hogwarts has a reputation for worse fates than that."

"Are you telling me that Harry potter is the reason for all injuries?" Ophelia began to think creating a chart in her head of all those who have been injured or killed that were related to Harry in someway

“Yep, almost every injury or death at this school is somehow related to either him or one of his friends. Such as the bookworm sitting near him who seems to be studying you as if you were a rare species of doxie.”

"Who is that?" she made eye contact with the Gryffindor girl trying to figure out why she is staring at her. "Why does she look like she is about to talk to me?"

“Though one of potters best friends, she is the only one wise enough amongst them to not fear your name. You’d either have to be as brilliant as her or as mad as us to dare speak to you after all.”

"What about the glaring ginger? What's his problem? " she asked eyebrow raised at the glaring boy

Adriatic shrugged. "Gives me a excuse not to eat." He paused, and stared at the charred remains on his plate, before holding out his hand for a shake. "I'm Adriatic."