"A sore loser will always call the superior player a cheater, no matter how fair his game." Ava said offhandedly. "Flint... there is a girl named Autumn Flint here. Is that perhaps who you were talking about?" She didn't know Autumn personally, but they had spoken once, and she'd seen her interact with others on the journal. She still didn't trust the journals, and didn't find herself talking on them regularly, but she watched. She was observent.
"Yes, I believe thats him." Ava nodded. "I saw some people flying during the fighting. It was impressive, to say the least." She couldn't help but smile though, as Oliver spoke happily about brooms. Ava liked people with passion, with a vest for what they do.
"I don't know Sir Lucius well enough to speak of his character. If it were Rowena, I would agree with you, but there are two of us, Charity and I that are around the same age, I believe. I'm not sure if it would work, but its worth a shot." Ava thought for a moment, "The castle here is nice, but it is not Hogwarts. The original one was built by Father, Rowena, Godric and Helga, but it was partically collapsed, and the new one was built by father and myself, Rowena and Edwyn and Godolfr. I live at the castle, because it's where my father lives. The Ravenclaws live there too, with Godric and his son, and the Viking and a handful of students, but not all of them."