"Hey, I'm Enzo and I'm Head Boy. So, let's get real. I'm like the shining example of what you can achieve at Hogwarts. If you really think about it, I'm right. I didn't get here until the end of my fourth year. I've never been a Prefect. I'm not on the quidditch team. I haven't got the highest marks in school. I'm not allowing myself to fail everything either. The moral of the story is if you have confidence no one else matters unless you want them to."
-"This is a battle and you are the prize, put down that piano, let's start our lives. You've got more soldiers but I've got more passion and I'm right behind you, just gaining traction. Pow pow pow pow, bang bang bang bang." Message Me – 04:38, April 23, 2017 (UTC)~
She greets everyone with a smile. "Hi there! So, welcome to another year at Hogwarts. It's me, Elena, and I will be your Head Girl for the coming school year. I've been a prefect in the past, and I'm proud to say that I've come along way ever since I started attending Hogwarts on my fifth year. I used to be a shy girl then, well to be fair, I'm still a tad bit shy, but I've grown more confident, and now I'm doing things I never thought I'd be doing before. So yes, don't be afraid to go out of your shells and we'll explore this new school year together."
- “Only the wind knows where it'll carry our dandelion souls,” Message Me - 13:47, April 23, 2017 (UTC)
She'd come as soon as she'd gotten her owl, just because she'd wanted to know whether she'd have to start rounds now or not. To be completely fair, she'd most likely end up back in Mason's compartment, or in a search for Brynja. But they didn't know that.
- “when the sun goes down we're both the same.” Message Me - 14:00, April 23, 2017 (UTC)
Brynja is reading her letter as she heads into the Prefects' Carriage; she glances up from it and spots Tori. "Hey," she said in relief, "You got it, too? I thought I'd be wandering around the train with some weirdos I don't know." Her smile showed the statement was all in jest.
- “Only the wind knows where it'll carry our dandelion souls,” Message Me - 14:15, April 23, 2017 (UTC)
She turns and is surprised to see it's Brynja the one that walked in. She didn't even know Brynja had intended to apply for prefect. "Yeah," she smiles, "Doesn't guarantee we'll be partnered, though," she adds, her smile faltering slightly. But it's the truth.
- “Only the wind knows where it'll carry our dandelion souls,” Message Me - 14:37, April 23, 2017 (UTC)
She snorts, because yes, her mind is pretty much in the gutters. "Watcha thinkin' there, bud?" she laughs, and wiggles her eyebrows, "Keep it in your pants, Skovgaard. Just until we reach Hogwarts, yeah?"
- “Only the wind knows where it'll carry our dandelion souls,” Message Me - 09:36, April 24, 2017 (UTC)
"That's my name, but I prefer you call me Tori," she grins cheekily, finding the girl's flushed face quite adorable, "I'm a teenage she-wolf, part of a pack otherwise composed of all male werewolves. It's not strange at all."