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[Clio Adler]

If one were going to define what gave a family that air of prestige amongst their peers, set them apart in the bustling ton, first and foremost you would list those admirable qualities of respectability, social standing, and, most importantly, wealth.
Of course none of those things described dr. Henry Adler or any of his seven daughters —with the possible exception of Greenes oldest child Thalia.
Luckily for the Adlers, they rarely noticed their pariah status in Society. Snippy mentions in gossip columns were of no interest to them. And if they had a host of detractors, they had many very enthusiastic admirers in form of the scholars of London.
Why, their cluttered house on Berkeley Square, which housed the odd objects that dr Greene sent home from his travels, the leftover stage sets and costumes from mrs Greenes numerous private theatrical productions, Uranias scientific experiments, Thalias Roman treasures, and Eratos and Calliopes collections of neatly clipped fashion plates from The Ladies Fashionable Cabinet, was more like an odd museum than house, but it felt like home to Clio, the next to oldest girl in the family.
Even now, standing in the middle of the foyer, awaiting her younger sister, Thalia, and dreading the terrible news she had to tell her, Clio couldn't help but feel a sense that she loved her house and family.
She could just imagine what her mother, would say, about her thought.
”Dearest Clio, love is not a feeling, but a mystery known to few of man kind. I must say that i am happy to have joined shakespear and his peers in the feeling of love!”

Clio returned from the place she called home and entered reality again. She hadn't meant to be daydreaming of her family home in London but she had come to think about it now that she had gotten an Owl with new invitations. She went toward one of the foyaer tables to see if she had missed any of the ivitations that had come to the five sisters who now went to Hogwart, the empty table shone of the cards that were abcent, for whom would like to send a invitation to the excentric Adlers family?
When she searched trough the new letters she found what she had been dreading for months, the invitation to Countess Routhings ball, the old witch.
Though Calliope had spent the last month expressing dread over having to attend the upcoming event, Clio knew her dear sister would have been positively distraught not to be invited. For Lady Routhings annual evening had launched any number of young ladies from veritable obscurity onto that very coveted pedestal, the most sought after title a girl could attain: that of Original in the ton of magic.
But to do that took a lady of some talent—able to sing, perhaps a dab hand on a pianoforte, or possess the composure to give a wonderfull magic act. Not that such a lack of proficiency didn't stop any number of hopefuls from getting up (or more to the point, being prodded up by their anxious mothers) and giving a rather, ahem, memorable performance.
As she stood there she had come to a thought. Calliope would be perfect for an Original, she had the looks, the voice and the talent. As she put down the small paper Clio felt a sting. She gasped. No she couldn’t be. But yes as she closed her thoughts around her sister and that disturbing feeling. She was jealous of her younger sister. She turned around and felt shocked by her self. Well were the thought so strange, her come out ball would soon begin and she had never really been apart of the society. Who would like to marry someone as pathetic as her?

[Antoinette Ashmore]

Sometimes, Antoinette was getting tired of her prefect duties. A lot of students wished they could wear her prefect badge and have the power she had to subtract and add house points. Nobody would suspect her for anything if she got caught walking around the castle after curfew, unless she was holding a bottle of wine, maybe. It was not as easy as everyone thought it was. A lot of students thought that she could easily add house points to the Hufflepuff house, but they didn't understand that her duty was to be fair when giving and removing points. The hufflepuff was sure that some sort of magic stopped her from being unfair. Antoinette tried to not subtract points from any student, but sometimes she knew that she just had to, despite the fact how painful it was for her to do it, especially if the student was a Hufflepuff, just like her. Hufflepuff was known as the house which almost never won competitions and it was never known for something important. Slytherin, Gryffindor and Ravenclaw stole the spotlight, for having ambitious, brave and intelligent students.

Antoinette was happy when she realised that she had some free time today. During the past few weeks, she had a lot of homework to take care of, so she couldn't read some of the books she wanted to. Holding one thick book with an orange cover, the Hufflepuff entered the Common Room, after a long hour of book searching in the library. The Fifth year now knew how to find books easily in the large library of Hogwarts, though during the past few days the library was full of students. Everyone was trying to learn spells for the duelling tournament.

The Common Room was not empty. There was a girl with a fiery red girl, who seemed to be daydreaming. Antoinette could have easily walked away, but she guessed that it would be better if she actually tried to talk with that girl. Most of her friends were trying to learn spells, though she doubted that any of them would participate in the duelling tournament.

" Good afternoon, Ms." Antoinette said softly as she sat on a chair near to the one that redhead was sitting. " I hope you do not mind my company."

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