As Aaron held up robes, Lucy analyzed them. She nodded her affirmation in the size, not that it really mattered since she couldn't actually tell if they would lay right, but it couldn't be too far off, right? At that moment, he jumped at the other girl's exclamation. His flinch caused Lucy to flinch. Chain-flinching. Cool, she thought, laughing to herself as Aaron leaned over to whisper about her reaction. "She's probably stoked about these awesome sales," Lucy quipped, grinning.

Without warning, the rather excited boy threw his arm around Lucy's shoulders and started gushing about Quidditch. "I didn't do Quidditch last year," she admitted, unphased by his proximity and physical contact. In her mind, people who didn't like being touched were weird, not the other way around. However, this embrace of sorts was slightly awkward because Lucy was an inch and a half taller than him, so now she was leaning slightly to accommodate him. "But maybe I'll try out this year! I'm not very good on a broom, though. In fact, I stink." Her face morphed into a grimace. Flying was... tricky, to say the least. There was so much to think about! Not falling off, not running into people, not rocketing toward the ground or sky... it was hard. 

She slowly started drifting toward the other group of kids as they talked. Aaron had mentioned them twice now - once when the girl let out an exclamation and now again, asking if the brunette boy and girl were dating. But he had already moved on to the next topic. Woah. Is this how people feel when they talk to me? she thought briefly with a wry smile. It was rare for her to meet someone who could talk as much as she did. "Yuck, salmon? Really? I mean... yummm..." she backpedalled, trying to do damage control for her negative outburst. Fish was disgusting; she had no idea how people stomached eating it. "Me? I like all sorts of potatoes - typical Irish, I know, but seriously potatoes are the most versatile food. Mashed, fried, baked... you can do anything with a potato."

By this time, she and Aaron had reached the other three students in the shop. She and Aaron arrived just in time to hear Quinn's introduction. "Oi, another Hufflepuff, then?" Lucy said, grinning at Quinn. "I didn't see you around at all last year - but I was always in my dormitory studying, so I'm not surprised. I'm Lucy," she said, directing this last statement to the two other students that she had not met yet. It did not cross her mind that she might be intruding; in her mind, every group could always squeeze in a few more people. 

Aaron's comment about their "Muggle" clothes surfaced in her mind as she looked them over, and Lucy realized that she was the only one dressed in robes. Great. With your last comment and the fact that you're wearing the school uniform, they're going to think you're a nerd, she thought to herself, pulling at the neck of her robe uncomfortably. It would be weird to take it off now, though, since she was standing in front of them. This self-conscious feeling was new for her, and her normally cheerful smile was replaced with an uneasy one. Perhaps she shouldn't have joined them before she had a chance to change. Oh well, too late now. 

Looked taken aback "You didn't try for Quidditch?!" but then when she said that she would give it another try and that she wasn't too good at flying a broom he gave her a confident grin "That's the spirit! Give it another go!" he was having a great time meeting his future classmates. Lucy's opinions on salmon made Aaron narrow his gaze on her suspiciously "Mhm... potatoes are pretty neat. I like fried potatoes." he paused then murmured to himself "No fish eh?" it wasn't that big of deal but it confused Aaron.

Aaron gave a small glance towards the list in his hand and the robes on his arm "I think with this I'm going to be finished with shopping for stuff." he pushed the note into his pocket and withdrew his arm from around Lucy's shoulder so that he clasped his hands under the robes in front of him "I'm going to be the best Quidditch player in the school. Lucy here is gonna be one to, not as good as me, but pretty good! What do you want to be good at?" he asked the group in general. He wanted to see what was their interests. He knew Lucy was a potato enthusiast, but he didn't know about the others.

Although still in shock that she had somehow formed this small congregation, Aislyn had surrendered to her fate and decided to make the most of the situation. Regardless of which house she ended in, having more acquaintances never hurts. She had already received a usable amount of information for all of the adolescents around her, but her experience had taught her to never judge a person. Even if one of those people were too overbearing; there is a fine line between confidence and arrogance after all.

Aislyn had seen the type of uncomfortable smile on the faces of many of her mother's customers, and was able to discern that the girl before her was probably not terribly pleased that she had inadvertently set herself up as a bookworm, regardless of if it was true or not. While pondering how she wanted to act, or if she should let it be, the unintroduced loud one continued to be loud. It was probably not uncommon for people to think highly of their ability to play Quidditch, although Aislyn herself had not flown a broom and was unsure of how it felt. She was certainly interested in the sport, but it's difficult to ascertain if you hold the technical prowess to compete without actually doing the task.

There was a bunch of things that Aislyn felt that she wanted to be good at, but should she only give one answer? The two biggest things that jumped out in her mind were potions and divination, but they weren't exactly equal. While she was all around interested in potions, it was only very high level divination techniques that really tugged her curiosity. She found that she also had a strong pull towards the sibylline properties of blood. Similarly, a lot of her desire to learn potions did stem from the same area. Could you make something that could more accurately predict future outcomes? Could you make a potion that dowses, or that allows something to never be lost? That would likely weird these people out, not only for being incredibly specific, but also because people seem to just be uncomfortable with the blood aspect of anything. She had felt that she might have a one-track mind, but it has been taught to her as long as she can remember. Suddenly an incredibly dumb answer dawned upon her. "I'd like to be good at making friends. Everything is more fun with people by your side, yeah? And I go by Ash, a pleasure to make your acquaintance." Not that she was a loner, or had trouble making friends, but there was always room for improvement, and she had not particularly made the best first impression.

She was sure that at least some of them would laugh at the answer, but it was fine. She never had been one to shy away from actions because of what others thought. It was also likely an embarrassing enough answer to distract anyone from the hole bookish, shut-in thing that the other girl seemed to regret. Lucy she said her name was, and Quinn. She looked at the red-headed student, implanting images to all of the names she just received. Glancing at the loud one, she decided that was unnecessary for the time being and moved her gaze to the last guy, interestingly the first one she had encountered. "I don't believe I caught your name, actually."

"What would I like to be good at? Everything, I guess, I'm not that good at anything. I suppose I'd like to be good at speaking to people. The only reason I'm really cool with this is because most of you are first years."

Michael shrugged and snaked his hands into his pockets, shaking his hair from his eyes. The kids around him seemed either excited, indifferent, or nervous.

"I'm Michael, by the way. Evans. Not my first name, my first name isn't Evans. That would be weird. It's Michael Evans. Like that."

And just like that, back to being awkwardly horrible at virtually everything.

Michael found himself picking at his nails (masterfully painted a deep shade of purple) and looking around the shop, eyes lingering on a group of dress robes that were hanging up on a few hooks above a table filled with threads and needles.

Distracting himself had become a past time for when Michael said something wrong or just generally terrible (which was around ninety percent of the time he opened his mouth to speak), so instead of focusing on conversation or correcting himself with an easy smile? Michael thought about the fact that he still had around fifty-three minutes left in Jaws at home.

"That answer is quite simple, We want to be better at socializing with friends, and..." His breathe hitched, "...Me fear of water." He wasn't exactly opposed to telling them his fears, he knew they wouldn't judge. They weren't like some of the meaner snobs backs in Dublin. It was then he noticed everyone talking and better introducing themselves. The topic itself was touchie and he never liked talking about that incident. So anything to steer from it was helpful, especially since he tensed from saying the words and lightly shuddered.

"Oi, another Hufflepuff, then? I didn't see you around at all last year - but I was always in my dormitory studying, so I'm not surprised. I'm Lucy,"

Quinn gleefully smiled, oh how he could be so bright at times despite the few secrets he kept. How was he so happy all the time, or was he actually happy all the time? Ah now there's a question if there ever was one. Who knew, but it didn't matter at the moment. "Oh a fellow recluse we see! Ye must tell me ye favorite books later. Perhaps we can recommend some books to ye and then ye the same?" He suggested his heavy Dublin accent, carrying through. It was honestly a bit strange how he could go from talking to a lightly accented speech to very heavy accented speech almost on a dime.

"I'd like to be good at making friends. Everything is more fun with people by your side, yeah? And I go by Ash, a pleasure to make your acquaintance."

"Pleasure to meet ye Ash. That's an admirable goal no can scoff at, try as they might that one though." He couldn't help but chuckle at the loud boy near them and nearly fell into full on laughter. He managed to hold himself quite back though. "I think ye will all quite enjoy Hogwarts, it does take some getting used, but with friends its better." Quinn all but explicitly stated that he now considered each and everyone of them his friends now. He seemed quite firm and confident in his statement too. The fiery orange red head's eyes scanned over the group. He had always had a knack for observing people ever since he was young. He had an eye for detail, and seeing through to the unexpected or even the expected. Over the years he just naturally developed a better eye and improved upon it.

"I'm Michael, by the way. Evans. Not my first name, my first name isn't Evans. That would be weird. It's Michael Evans. Like that."

That's why now when his eyes fell on to Micahel the words came out faster then he could stop them, "OH MY GOD!!!" He practically squealed and ran up to the boy. He immediately grabbed the boy's hand the one he was picking at, and closely examined it. His eyes quite close to the boy's hand, it was like he was a geologist carefully examining a geode. He began to mumble incoherently, before looking back up to Michael with sparkles in his large greenish-blue eyes. "You've got to tell me did you do this! This painting is fantastic, I've never seen another boy paint their nails before. But this is fantastic please tell me you did this? Where did you learn? How long have you been painting them?" Quinn in his excitement got pretty close to Michael's face, freckled, curly glory and all.

Quinn really did not know the definition of personal space, for when it came to what interested him there was nothing that would stop him.