Was she about to go dancing? Oh No- Not Grace too. Oh Noes. Big Noes. Why do all the girls were so keen to dance. Can't they just chat and eat. yes that less dangerous. Seeing her eyebrow raised- Taylor hesitated. "Umm.. No - I mean My toes - I mean No.. Why would I leave, its just a wonderful party and all the wonderful dancing" he replied almost groaning at the mention of dancing, rubbing the back of his neck. Well that one was a nice save- what would Grace think of him if he told her that he was rather afraid of dancing. Coward...!

He noticed Ollie- looking rather gloomy, Still getting over Hannah perhaps, he thought. "Hey Ollie- How you doin' mate?" he asked polietly, not looking for a big conversation, he just wanted escape actually. Save his toes.

"Umm Grace, by any chance- You weren't planning on going - err dancing right?" He was curious, he wanted to make sure - he could escape right.

Save his toes.

"No I was not!" he said, frowning like a three year old and crossing his arms. He was wasn't eascaping- He was saving himself.

Whats the difference again? A voice shot in his head at his unreasonable debate. Stupid Mind. She understood though, she was right- She knew. Brillaint Grace How embarrasing Would she tease him now? No- Grace wasn't like that. At least he hoped.

He visibly relaxed when she said that she was planning to go and not really going. WOOPPIE. "Good!" He bluntly said, but immediately realzing his mistake he bit his lower lip. "- I mean- Why- Err no- Lets just get some food, what say?" He finished hurriedly, too nervously. Stupid good for nothing BIG mouth.

One of these days, he 'll get in trouble because of it. Hmpf.

She knew it. She was seeing right through him. GAHH! Stupid, Stupid, Stupid Good for nothing BIG mouth! He just gave a nervous grin- at her too obvious 'I know you' expression.

He visibly alerted then when she said she might sstill plan on dancing Woops, his eyes glanced down his toes- Hey they weren't hurting! TRAITOR TOES! And here he was trying to defend them-And escape this flashy party for them and leave all the fooood. Awww MAN. Foood. His stomach grumbled again- Thanks to the loud music again or Grace would've had a new reason to tease him and laugh at him. Every part of his body was being a traitor to him today. "Yes-" he coughed nervousely. "Dancing is good, you can't get out of it- when you are at a party-" he was babbling. Stop please.

Food. Yes she was considering to get some food- and his stomch grumbled again- as if trying to tell Grace no more talking, its food time How embarrssing really. He waited for Ollie to answer- Hoping he'd say yes. He might faint now- He had been trying to get food all night. Say Yes, Please- Oh Say Yes.

Traitor Toes. Awesome. Sounds so cool!

He blinked at his own thoughts- He really was going bonkers today.

Stella squealed as a certain blonde person entered the party. Her dextrous legs hopped out of James's hold and she ran barefoot, bubbly bottle still in hand, to Clo. "Darling, we've been missing our sour puss," Stella said affectionately as she embraced Cleo.

"TIGGGYYYY!" cried Kate, who had taken Stella's place next to James, who was mussing her hair. She had the sudden craving to swim. Hmmmm, she would have to suggest a pool to Boo for the next bash.

Cleo jumped. Who dared to hug her?! Ohhh. Stella. No matter. "Darling, I've missed my annoying little tag along." She sniffed, and then laughed. "Just joking with you." She sauntered over to Kate, who appeared to be canoodling with James. Kate was the only person who called her Tiggy. No one else would get away with it, without getting a thourough beating. Except perhaps Stella.

"Hello lovelys. James, Kate." She pursed her lips.

Stella laughed; only Cleo could sniff like so. She skipped deftly back to Kate and James with Clo. She would love dearly to see someone but Kate call Cleo Tiggy. In fact, perhaps she would pay an ickle firstie, or even a fourth year, for good measure, to do the honours.

"Darrrrrling," purred Kate, and gave Clo two swift air-kisses on each cheek. "We've been waiting for someone worthwhile to appear." She scrunched her nose, managing to look dainty, still. "Too many bookworms and bravehearts." The ammount of Ravvies and Gryffindors somewhat disgusted Kate, and even more so, Stella, but they put up with it for a bit of good dancing and some sparkling cider. Maybe they could enjoy some bubbly and good company at a Slytherin party, but so far, those were few and far between. Stella, Kate, and Clo made the parties, not hosted them.

James grinned at the sniffy, haughty, close-lipped Cleo. Their tight circle of Slytherin elite looked slightly out of place at the party, even if it did improve it. "Clo, bouncy as ever."

"Ah, that's when we meet up and have some fun of our own," he smiled and sipped on his drink before finishing it and placing the empty cup on a nearby table. "Care to dance, m'lady?" He flashed a grin and bowed his head to her, just like they were back in the old days.

Vivi sighed and went back to tracing the roots of the tree with his slender pale index finger. Well, she was now bored. Oh! She smiled to herself, a bit impishly, and reached into her sack and took out her old wooden flute. Ah, such good memories. She remembered when she befriended the Elves and they gave her this flute and gave her lessons. Good earthy times.

She brought the wood up to her lips and she placed her fingers over the wholes and began to play an old elven tune.

Elethea smiled and nodded once, her eyes now focused on Vincent, from whom they couldn't diverge for too long when in his presence. "That's quite true," she allowed. Ah, how could she not agree with those words when each and every time they were together had a special place in her heart and awakened the long lost human feelings in her?

As he asked her to dance, she quickly glanced at the many excited students and grimaced. That kind of music and style of dancing was far from being the one she appreciated. In fact, she'd much rather if someone played a bit of classical music or something of the sort instead of that loud racket that was somehow able to hurt her ears slightly. What those silly teenagers saw in those melodies, she did not know and she doubted she'd ever find out.

Still, as she saw Vincent's expression, she couldn't just say 'no', and his bow didn't help her one bit. Shaking her head slightly, she smiled at him and took his hand. "Ah, you'll have to have patience with me for I'm not familiarized with this kind of music," She told him.

Turning her head as she heard a flute, Thea smiled some more before turning back to him. "Your sister plays beautifully," she told him, not wishing to disturb Vivi. How she wished she could have her lyre with her so that she too could demonstrate her skills with the instrument. Hmm, actually, the kind of music those two instruments played should be the one everyone was dancing to...

Finding herself bored (extremely, extremely bored) with the party going on. Sarah had given up. She found herself wandering the corridors only a few minutes after leaving the courtyard. It was her first night back and she'd already done and double-checked her summer homework, finished the light summer reading she'd been doing and even fixed a few watercolors she'd been working on.

Running her hands through her messy dark hair, Sarah wasn't watching where she was going and so bumped into an extremely reoccupied looking student writing in a notebook of somesort.


Gabe nodded, "Awesome." He said, sliding his hands into the front pockets of his jeans. "It's so weird I've never seen any of these people here before." Gabe commented, shaking his hair out his face.

Mellie felt SO awkward. The strange, unfamiliar boy had caught her looking at him yet again. Every time this happened, it seemed to get more embarrassing for her. Finally, the Hufflepuff prefect decided that she couldn't take it anymore. Social situations, especially overly uncomfortable ones like this, made her... well... uncomfortable.

Acting rather suddenly, Mellie carefully slipped Romeo and Juliet back into her gray purse. After slipping the bag over her arm, she stood up. Mellie was going back to the Hufflepuff Common Room. It was bound to be more comfortable there, even with the obnoxious roar of new and returning students. At least there, she'd be able to get him out of her head.

Unfortunately, the only path leading to the Hufflepuff Common Room from the courtyard where the party was being held passed right next to Aaron. Walking a little faster than usual, Mellie swept past him. She kept her eyes on the ground the whole time, determined not to make eye contact another time. It wasn't until she'd gotten at least five feet past him that she chanced a quick look back. Is it possible that he looks better from the back? Mellie wondered.

The light-haired girl didn't give herself much of a chance to mull this over. She quickly turned back to her path and started walking again. Mellie didn't notice that her beloved journal had dropped out of her purse and was lying visibly on the ground.

It was rather ridiculous and pathetic the way that Aaron was starting to feel. Really, why should he be feeling uncomfortable? He had no reason, to feel that way. He had done nothing wrong, and if the prefect wanted to keep staring at him, it was her problem, not his. Yeah, right...

Tired of all the staring, and in swallowing all his pride, he made a choice; He was going to go over there, and ask her what her problem was. Yes, that's what he was going to do. So when he was about to move and make his way to the Hufflepuff, he realized that she was standing up as well. Aaron smirked at this. Surely, she was going to come over and talk to him, after all.

He was wrong

Instead of stopping in front of him, the girl sweapt past him, with her eyes on the ground. Now this was surprising, since he was sure that she was going to come and approach him. His glared at her back. What a weird girl that was. However, his glare quickly fade, when their eyes met once again. She was looking at him, and this time, Aaron didn't look away. Well, he did stop looking at her, when with the corner of his eye, he saw something lying on the ground, very close to where he was.

Narrowing his eyes in confusion and curiosity, he moved and walked to where the thing was. It was a notebook. Well, it was more like journal. A girl's journal. A journal, that most likely belong to her.

His lips curled into a grin, when he opened the journal to read the first page of it, and read the name of the owner. So her name was Melissa Bruns, eh? In his opinion, Melissa was the name for an outgoing type of girl, and this girl was definitely not that type. Well, she didn't seem to be that type, at least.

Now... Should he read what was written in it? Or just follow her and give it back?

What a dilemma.

Mellie returned to the Hufflepuff Common Room earlier than she'd anticipated. As she'd left her dorm only about an hour before, the Prefect assumed that she'd at least stick around Mozzie's big start-of-term party for a couple hours. They were known to go on until the early hours of the morning; not that Melissa Bruns had ever stayed that long.

As soon as she stepped into the Common Room, Mellie nearly regretted her decision to return. The first years were crawling all over the place, even though there were only about ten of them. Quickly, the light-haired girl slipped through the crowd and headed towards her dorm. She slipped her sensible-looking shoes off before climbing onto the top of her bed. Mellie had something of a tradition to follow now; every time she was in any type of social situation, the fifth year girl would come back to her dorm and write about it in her journal.

Even though she'd already written a full page back at the party, Mellie planned on scribbling down a bit more. She could not get that boy out of her head. It was silly and irrational, she knew. The girl doubted she'd ever see him again, let alone talk or get to know him.

So when Mellie reached into her purse to pull out her journal, she was quite surprised that her fingers couldn't find the familiar, leathery cover. Horror spread over her face as she continued to dig through the bag. Mellie even dumped everything out onto her yellow quilt, though she already was certain that it was missing.

Without thinking, Mellie jumped off her bed. Leaving the mess from her purse there, the Prefect exited her dorm and then the Common Room. She HAD to find that diary. If anyone (okay, the was thinking of one person in particular) read it, she'd be mortified. As she swept through the hallways, heading back to the courtyard, Mellie tried to remember what she'd written in her most recent entry. Another red tint swept her face as she recalled that she'd jotted down something about the mysterious boy being gorgeous. Beautiful, she may have even called him.

Mellie groaned as her pace quickened.

Finally, the girl reached the scene of the party. Everyone was exactly where she remembered them... At least, Aaron was.
Trying not to draw attention to herself and definitely not looking at him again, Mellie slipped by him and over to the corner she'd been sitting in. It only took the girl a minute to realize that her journal was nowhere in sight. Where did it go?! she worried, turning around with a sigh.

But then Mellie saw it. Her diary was in the hands of him. It was open. She walked over to him, though her steps were small and slower now. Once she was right in front of him, Mellie realized that she had no idea what to say. She wasn't bossy or demanding by nature, she was too shy to simply ask for it, and pulling the journal out of his hands and walking away seemed cheesy. So Mellie just stood there like an idiot, the blush still on her face, not saying anything.