[h3][color=lightsteelblue]Niall Collins[/color][/h3]

Niall made a trip to his room after meeting the little female in the courtyard. He was quite convinced that she would be very interesting to interact with this school year. He wasn't in his room long, just enough time to pull on a black athletic shirt that clung easily to the thick bands of muscle that covered his body. He shut the door behind him after he left, it didn't look like he had a room mate yet, if he did have one he wasn't here yet. 

He moved smoothly and with a sense of pride and confidence that betrayed his ranking. He headed for the great hall and stepped inside for the large feast that was about to take place. There was a plethora of places to sit but the one he found most appealing was at a rather empty table. He ran a hand through his thick hair as he made his way to the table. He sat down quickly, waiting on the food to be brought out once the rest of the tables filled up and everyone arrived.

At a table in the front sat most all of the faculty members and the head mistress. They were all seated higher up on a raised platform that made them stand out from the rest of the crowd. They were all exceedingly beautiful, even the Head Mistress who was one of the only ones who showed any amount of age. It immediately gave away her race, a witch, they were the only ones who aged. Niall was fairly certain that she had been here when his father had attended and that had been nearly a 100 years ago. She must have been at least that old.