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(3rd P.O.V)

After everyone had finished eating, the food and cutlery were cleared off the five long tables. Dumbledore rose to his feet once more and the and the buzz of voices in the Hall ceased once again. Izaya was feeling quite content with his meal, along with his other friends. Actually, he hadn't eaten a lot since the teen had kept an eye on the new boy, Shizuo. The Gryffindors did try to talk to him, but he seemed to only answer a couple of times or shy away. Soon after that, a few gave up and resumed to their conversations. The others who did keep at him were warded off with a growl if they got too annoying, which surprised Izaya. Aren't Gryffindors usually all loud and friendly, not quiet and kind of antisocial? The ravenette's thoughts were interrupted by Dumbledore, who was once again wearing his dazzling smile.

"Well, now that we are all digesting another magnificent feast, I beg another few moments of your attention for the usual start-of-term notices. First-years ought to know that the Forest in the grounds is out-of-bounds to students- and a few of our older students ought to know by now, too."

By now, Izaya had stopped listening and retreated to his mind. He looked over to the new blonde again, who didn't seem to be paying attention either. The black-haired teen's eyes roamed his facial features. He had to admit the guy was rather attractive, even with a frown.

"I see you've taken a fancy~."

Izaya was jolted from his thoughts when Pansy's voice intervened. He turned and expected she was giggling silently. He did not expect a serious looking expression on her face. Noticing his surprise, she continued.

"I didn't know you swung that way, I'm amazed you didn't fall for my Draco here..." She gave a dreamy look to Malfoy, who was messing with Crabbe and Goyle. Then the brunette faced the teen again. "That's beside the point!" Anyway, he is a Gryffindor. You can't fall for him. Also, what would your mother say if he's a Mudblood?"

She stared at him intently. Izaya smirked at her. She actually thought... Wooow, she really is an idiot. He folded his arms. "You actually thought I was oogling at him?" He let out a small laugh. "All I was doing was observing him, trying to figure out if he was good at anything." Not exactly the truth, but, he is a Slytherin.

"Oh... Well? Di-"

"Hem, Hem,"

Everyone stared in the direction of where the 'hem, hem,' had come from. The Umbridge woman had stood up and made her way to where their Headmaster was standing. He looked a bit taken aback but gestured for her to continue, and took a step back.

"Thank you, Headmaster, for those kind words of welcome."

"Doesn't she have guts, interrupting Dumbledore, not that I care." Malfoy whispered.

"Mmm." Izaya said absentmindly.

The toad-like woman (in Izaya's opinion) continued, giving another stupid 'hem, hem,'.

"Well, is it lovely to be back at Hogwarts, I must say! And to see such happy little faces looking up at me!"

During her little speech Izaya noticed her eyes kept flicking back to the same place a few times. He turned his head to see it was Potter sitting around that spot. Of course, it had to do with the ever-so famous Harry Potter. The teen rolled his eyes and went back to well, not listening to the pink marshmallow of a witch.

Around him, others were chatting quietly or just doing something to pass the time that was being wasted. Once again he glanced over to the Shizuo kid to see what he was doing. The blonde-headed teen had a... sort of feral look as he seemed to be attempting to burn holes into Umbridge. Izaya smirked, then paused, wondering why he was looking like that. It was probably because he wanted to get some sleep. Everyone did. The teen decided to tune back into whatever was spewing from Pinkie.

"...move forward, then, into a new era of openness, effectiveness and accountability, intent on preserving what ought to be preserved, perfecting what needs to be perfected, and pruning wherever we find practices that ought to be prohibited."

As he thought, the Ministry would be interfering with Hogwarts. Great. Thanks to Potter's last-year show, now the Ministry is involved. Another small, informative speech from Dumbledore about the Quidditch tryouts followed. After, everyone started to shift, wanting to just get some rest.

"Shoot! I forgot that I'm a Prefect! Sorry, gotta go!" Before Izaya could stand Draco had already rushed off. 'So Malfoy's a Prefect...' The black-haired teen smirked and stood up, following the flow of the crowd. It was a bit too packed for his liking, and he wanted to get to the dorm as soon as possible. Since the ravenette was skilled at maneuvering through small gaps and spaces, he was able to make it out of the Hall pretty easily. Unfortunately since he wasn't exactly focused after stepping out of the sea of people, the teen bumped into someone, hard. Izaya gasped a bit as he tumbled to the ground. He grumbled and had half a mind to hex the person who had knocked him to the floor.

"I am so sorry!"

The idea was dismissed from his head as he turned to the direction of the voice. There, holding out a hand to help him, was Heiwajima Shizuo. Izaya could now fully see all the details of the teen. Right now, he reminded him of a puppy with the way the blonde was looking at him. It was kind of endearing. After realizing he was staring, the ravenette took the offered help.

"Heh, thanks."

"Sure... I did knock you over though..."

Izaya waved it off. "Don't worry about it. I'm fine, see~?" He attempted to give a small twirl, successfully nearly falling again. Blushing, he righted himself and tried to look at the new kid's face. Izaya frowned as he noticed something; Shizuo was really tall!

"Oi you!... erm... Shizu-o! That's not where our dorms are! They're up here! Come on!" A shout from a red-headed boy followed by an exasperated 'Ron!' was heard in the distance.

"Sorry, I gotta go, I guess. See you around." Shizuo gave Izaya a small smile and disappeared into the crowd. The black-haired teen sighed and started making his way to the dungeons. That stupid Weasley had cut the time he could've spent with Shizuo. Ah well, he'll probably see him in a class or two tomorrow. When the Fifth-year finally made his way down the staircase to the Slytherin dungeons, he remembered he didn't know the password. Fortunately, a group of girls were entering so he slipped in after them.

Being greeted by the familiar emerald green tapestries and ebony black sofas, the boy made his way to his dormitory, whom he shared with Draco, Blaise, Crabbe and Goyle. He would rather prefer sharing with Akabayashi or Shiki but since they were a year ahead, it was out of the question. Arriving in the dorm he rooted through his suitcase beside his bed for his pyjamas. Izaya slipped into them and then found his toothbrush and toothpaste. He padded over to the bathroom, mind still thinking about the meeting with a certain wild blonde-head. After brushing his teeth thoroughly he walked out of the bathroom, seeing Draco sitting on his bed.

"Hello." the blonde drawled, smirking a bit.

Izaya was not in the mood for dealing with Malfoy. "Can you get off my bed? We don't want Pansy to get ideas~."

The teen ignored the comment. "Not unless you tell me about the Durmstrang transfer." Izaya just wanted to sleep, and Malfoy was in his way. He drew his wand. "I don't know what your talking about." The ravenette replied, albeit shortly. "Now, get off my bed or I'll hex you." He smiled a sickening sweet smile. "We don't want a repeat of last time, ne~?"

Malfoy moved reluctantly and walked over to his own bed. "Geez, no need to get so angsty..." he grumbled.

"Get so angsty about what?"

Just then, Blaise walked into the dorm, Crabbe and Goyle trailing behind.

"Well, I asked a question, and I'm waiting for an answer." Blaise said impatiently. The other two boys behind him shifted past him to get changed, grabbing their toothbrushes and toothpaste, and left for the bathroom.

"I met the new kid." Blaise stated plainly, fetching his pyjamas. Izaya's mind went straight to a completely different type of 'meet'. He then scolded himself for even thinking like that and decided to say something, but Draco beat him to it.

"So, what was he like?" he asked, excitement creeping into his voice.

"Well," Blaise paused and quickly took off his robes, tie and top. "I went over to him to give him a traditional Slytherin/Gryffindor greeting but once I got over to him I realised, he was really scary. And not just in height." the teen pulled on his pyjama top over his head and took of his trousers.

"And, as I opened my mouth he gave the harshest glare I had ever seen. It was... disarming. I guess the other Gryffindors told him a thing or two. No fair!" he continued as he put on his PJ bottoms and grabbed his toothbrush.

"Well, that's interesting... " Malfoy said, producing a devious smirk. "Because a certain black-haired, Japanese friend of mine happened to come across him as well. Didn't you, Izaya?"

Izaya opted on saying nothing, getting under the dark green bed covers. He was already tired and dealing with Malfoy was exhausting. He heard two pairs of footsteps enter the room. '...Probably Crabbe and Goyle...' The teen thought tiredly.

"Orihara is already asleep?" Goyle asked, puzzled. "Doesn't he normally stay up a bit longer?"

"He's pretending to be asleep so he can't answer my question." Draco said airily, lying back on the pillows. He then stifled a yawn. "Well, I'm getting pretty tired too so...." The blonde teen nestled under the blankets. Crabbe shrugged and got into his bed. Goyle and Blaise followed soon after.

'Finally I can get some peace... I wonder what'll happen tomorrow...' Izaya thought drowsily as he drifted off to sleep.
________________to be continued...