Alexander tilted his head to finally look at her, a skeptical expression on his face. "If you say so," He said. This time, his voice was a bit kinder than it had been, but it wasn't really forced kindness. He startled as a glob of... something... splattered onto the table in front of him. He glanced around and immediately saw where it had come from. It was Peeves, the poltergeist Charles had spoken of.
"Benny, Benny! We'll have so much funny!" The 'ghost' laughed. Alexander just glared.
"Great. Already on a bloody ghost's radar," He muttered under his breath.
"What was that, little boy?" Peeves laughed hysterically.
"Nothing you've not heard, you bloody ghost," Alexander replied.
"If you say so," The poltergeist laughed before floating away, still laughing. Alexander glared after the annoyance.
"First god-forsaken day and it's already messed up because I'm a Bennett. Why doesn't he harass Charles instead?" He muttered bitterly, "Ugh. What even is this stuff?" He looked at the glob that had spattered on the table, disgusted. "Actually, I take that back. I don't want to know," He noted as a foul odor began to rise from the stuff.

Peony glared at the apparition. "Keep to yourself Peeves. You had to deal with my big sister last year, remember? Well, I can assure you I'm far worse. Find someone else to bother." She hissed, resembling some sort of angry cat.
She turned to Alexander and the blob of goo. "Thats probably a good call"

Peeves heard her and turned, still laughing. "I found her quite funny! Hehe!" Then he went off to harass somebody else, this somebody being Blair. Alexander nodded then stood as the other Slytherins began to fall back to their common room. "Bennett! Wildblood! Stop dawdling!" Mark called, pausing to wait for the first-years.

Peony stood up and followed after Mark while trying to keep in step with Alexander. "I understand you're having a bad day so I'll leave you be. But if you need a friend, or an ear to bend. I'll happily be that for you." She whispered then sped up her walking.

Alexander just rolled his eyes and trailed after Mark. Mark led them to the Slytherin common room and then promptly vanished into the boys' dormitory without a word. Alexander sat down on a couch in a corner and took out a book while his owl landed on the armrest beside him. He took the owl's letter and studied the envelope. He pulled it open and read the letter before tearing it in half.

That evening seemed to pass by in a flash. Everyone trying to find their place in the door rooms, unpacking and settling in. People making friends, letting family know what house they had gotten in. Before anyone knew it, it was morning the next day and classes were about to start.

Alexander had woken up a bit late, being typical Alexander. So his hair was still pretty messy when he made his way to his first class, potions.