Tyrin dug into several pieces of toast and strangely, dipped them into his porridge. His breakfast was interupted when someone flung down the prophet and everyone gasped.

[I]DEATH EATERS SIGHTED IN HOGSMEADE[I] The article mentioned no names but went on to describe several attacks there.

Jamie slammed the prophet down on the table "Pity it don't say names isn't it we could go tell them their in the wrong place that they should be killing the Muggles in london somwhere " he said as he sat down "shouldn't you eat them separate" he added to a boy who had just dipped his toast in his porridge he then pulled a bowl of corn flakes towards him.

"What I should and shouldn't is entirely in my control. For example," he turned to a Hufflepuff and sliced across with his wand and back again, he cut her face in two places. She ran off in tears. "I can hurt who I want without a single drop of remorse." There was no evil on his face, he looked calm and passive as if hurting people was indifferent and meant nothing to him.

Erika came into the Great Hall just as the Hufflepuff girl ran out screaming in pain. She watched a small smile on her face as she made her way to the Slytherin table. She noticed a bunch of people huddled around one spot and joined them glancing at what the fuss was all about.

While her eyes skimmed over the paper she shook her head. "Sooner or later they'll find a way into Hogwarts," she announced, it was her opinion. She thought that students at the school just might make it happen. After all there were some pretty dark kids in the school.

"If they do we can pretty much guarantee that Slytherin's will be immune from their rampage-" He said, knowing they wouldnt attack slythies. He didn't like the death eaters but this didnt stop him feeling slightly safer being in the house of the serpent.

Erika glanced at the boy who had spoken to her as she took a seat at the table. "True but maybe not to all," she told him simply. After all some of the Slytherin's could be against death eaters, that might not make them so immune.

He raised his eyebrow, "No, not to all," he agreed simply. He himself could be a death eater target seeing as he hated the idea of servitude to a lord. He was independent, he was a leader, not a follower. He smiled at the girl and leaned forward. "Are you immune?" He asked her basically wanting to know her allegiance.

Erika had begun filling her plate when she noticed the boy whom she was speaking to had leaned forward and smiled asking if she was immune. She smiled answering simply, "Maybe, maybe not." She wasn't immune, but she wasn't about to let him know that.

He sat back down and ate a little more. He poured some pumpkin juice and sipped it, still looking at her. "I am not immune," he said at last, he had been debating whether to say it or not. He drank up his pumpkin juice and looked at the prophet. Yes, the death eaters must be planning an attack on Hogwarts.

Erika had begun eating, though she was alert, feeling his eyes on her the whole time. When he spoke telling her he was not immune she glanced up a small smirk coming to her face. "You don't seem to worried about that," she told him as she took a sip of her drink.