Trixie was so confused. He had said her name hadn't he? He did know who she was. This was very disconcerting indeed. She stared at him a little more, her eyes widening more as his facial expression seemed to have changed too.

"Yeah it is. Trixie Malfoy" she informed him. If he knew her middle name then she would be totally creeped out. Then she'd think he was some strange creepy stalker guy that knew her name. But that was all he knew right? Someone could have just told him her name. Lots of people knew her name after all. Yeah that would be a good explanation. Now stop freaking out Trixie and pay attention to the adult.

Aaaaaaawkward.......

So it WAS her after all. Phew. That meant his mind wasn't playing trick on him after all. Which was good. Very good indeed. It would have been a bad moment to start doing that, what with him starting at Hogwarts soon. Well, it wasn't so everything was fine. Apart from the fact that Trixie obviously had absolutely no clue who he was. Awkward...very awkward.

His brow slightly furrowed her tilted his head to one side as if to give her a different view of his head so she would finally recognize him. It hadn't been THAT long now, had it? "You don't recognize me, do you?" But it HAD to be her...how many more Trixie Malfoys were there?! "It's Jeremy. Jeremy Zookara. An old friend of your Dad's." And newly appointed Muggle Studies Professor of Hogwarts.

Wait...did she go to Hogwarts?! No, she went to Beauxbatons, right?

Whaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaat?

Did she recognise him? Obviously not seeing as she had no recollection of who he was AT ALL. "Erm no...Sorry. Am I mean to?" she asked, her eyes remaining in the wide position, studying him further. Jeez he was good looking but no thinking of that right now. Jeremy Zookara? Nope still nothing came back to her. Please don't say this was the memory loss again.

Of her dads?

*Blink*

He knew her dad? How come she didn't know this??

Was she meant to? Yes, actually she was. Though, he wasn't going to say that out loud. He hadn't changed that much since their last encounter, right? Yes, it had been at least two years ago right before...nevermind...so, he couldn't have changed that much since then. If it was her - and it WAS her - then she just had to recognize him. Only, she didn't.

Weird.

"Jeremy. From America...I used to play Quidditch with your dad." He tried again without much hope of success though. She obviously didn't remember him. At all. "Your dad's name IS Sam, though, right?" He had to make sure he was indeed talking to the right girl.

Trixie glanced quickly around, the two seemed to be the only ones there at the moment. And this wasn't some kind of joke... Why would an adult be playing a prank on her? She blinked a few times before hearing his next comment.

"You were on dads team?" she asked. Well that would make sense as to why he knew her dad. But she hadn't met any of the team had she? Well she certainly couldn't remember any of these greetings. "Yes. It is..." she replied. Well that really was creepy.... Although it was slightly less creepy now that she knew the guy had played Quidditch. Or claimed that he had played Quidditch with him.

Oh she had an idea. If his name was on the broom she had got Oliver. That would prove it.. She hoped.

Hmm.

Jack had noticed that Callie liked to make lists in an orderly fashion when she spoke. Hence the '1; balh blah blah, and 2; blah blah blah.', but that didn't bother him, at least it made what she said a lot more clear. Though, then there was the question of, was he really listening? Oh, but he was, because the thought of Callie being his own doll to show everyone off was a brilliant idea. Not the fact that he owned a doll, but a living doll. One which could dance for him if he wanted to, or even clean his house! What fun! Okay, so maybe not a doll, but more a slave would be a better name for what he was explaining. "But what about the spiders? If the floor was full of them, than my backpack would be a safe haven, darling." Jack smirked, folding his arms. "And that is a blatent lie. You'd do anything to not get eaten by spiders." She had been rambling on about the horror for the majority of their conversation, so he assumed that she did have a real phobia of them

Jack gasped and frowned. How dare she say that? If there was ever such a thing as the Jack Riding Fan Club, then every person would want to join! Male or Female, he didn't mind, just as long as they weren't ugly and they LOVED him. "Having you in my fan club is enough for me." He complimented, even though he wished the whole world would join. Boy, there probably already was one; some secret society that worshipped a lock of his hair. Ahh, if only. "But wait, what if I'm the only person in you fan club? I can see that happening more than just you being in mine."

Quidditch. Haha. Huffies rule Quidditch. It was like three or four terms ago when they started bagging the cup. But the Slythies were smart and of course, cunning; they won the house cup last term. "Oh, well, Miranda's a great captain. And we have Jake as well. But I'm sure the time will come that you guys will bag the Quidditch cup," he said, speaking honestly.

He looked at Diggy, startled. But yeah, he was a bit uncomfortable. A bit. Hehe. "Ah, no." He grinned at him. Now they better start talking about a different subject, their convo seemed to get a little... boring? "We're in the corner of Diagon and Knockturn Alley, right? Hmm, it's been a long time since I went at that creepy place." He ventured as he cocked an eye at the street that appeared rather gloomy and seemed to have a sullen atmosphere.

He nodded. He knew Miranda. Though the one time they met she was yelling at him for talking and holding hands through a Quidditch game. She didn't think that was appropriate Quidditch fan behavior. But he knew she was a great captain. Though that was the only contact they had ever had really. "Yeah maybe this term," he said with a giggle.

He looked down the street at Diagon Ally. It seemed like the sun was dimmer down there. As if it were trying to be sinister on purpose. "Yeah it is a bit dodgy down there." he admitted. Since Cedric was admitting he was a bit creeped out. "You want to head over to the sweet shop and get some gumballs?" he asked him.

Callie eyed him as she spoke, was he really paying attention to her ? Cus if he wasn't she was just wasting her breath and California Parker's breath was very precious and something which should not be wasted. And plus it could only be bought in like special places, like ummmm she didn't know, hospitals ? Shrug. But yeah it was special-er than any other kind of breath because most of the things she owned were. Focusing back on Jack she smiled after figuring he was listening. He was still so focused on this idea of her being his doll which he could carry round and show off to all his friends. She didn't blame him really, who wouldn't wanna carry her round and show her off to all their friends ? Teeheee. He probably wanted her to sit in his bag so he could keep an eye on her cause he was jealous of all the guys she talked too. "But one might crawl into your bag." she said with a nod. "So it was, and technically I wouldn't do anything." Like she'd rather be eaten by spiders and than eat dog food for the rest of her life. She smirked. "You just wanna keep an eye on me because your worried I'm gonna talk to other boys." she smirked.

Callie's smirk grew a little as he gasped and frowned. This time she knew why. She giggled, at the thought of having her own fanclub people from all around the world would want to join. She'd be like famous just because her and Jack made each other fan clubs. Tehee. She smiled, giggling at his comment. "Thats sweet." She eye'd him as he said what if he was the only one wanting to join her fanclub ? PSSSHT. She'd been just about every single state of America for the last 14 years of her life and he thought only he was gonna join her fan club. "Oh please Jack, Ive been taking America by storm for 14 years." she was gonna have lots of fans.

Oliver frowned and thought for a moment. He didn't go around asking people their blood status, but he couldn't think of one single muggleborn in Slytherin. Maan, that was sorta depressing. “I grew up in the muggle world.. well, 'til I was twelve so I could pretend. My mum didn't even tell me she was a witch until I was seven. I think she thought I was a squib and had decided to just let me grow up as a muggle” heh. Or something. Er.. why was he telling OCD!Girl this?

“What is it with girls and spiders?” He asked cocking a brow and eyeing Sadie. Really, Cam, Roxxy, Trixie and now this Sadie chick all HATED Mrs Spider. She was awesome. “You and Mrs Spider should really meet.” He winked. Late night rendezvous in the Common room if she made it into Slytherin? “It might help you with your phobia.” Or give Oliver some sadistic pleasure as she squirmed and ran away. Mwhaha! No.. he wasn't evil – honest. heh. “Muppet is half crup, half dog. He was rescued from a family who neglected him.” And the dog was seriously mental as a result.. “So you grew up in the muggle world?” He asked with interest. Because crups were a very common wizarding pet. The just didn't mix with muggles very well.

HAH! Patrick! Oliver KNEW Patrick! “He was on the Quidditch team, yeah.” He nodded. He was also the lad responsible for Trixie's memory loss... but he always seemed alright. He was a good player.

Ah Quidditch.. Oliver couldn't wait. The twitchy boy lived and breathed the game.

It was SUCH a shame that Miles and Ivan didn't get along. What was more important than family after all? Jimmy thought his own cousins were awesome. Both of them. Not just the one that was a journalist for the Daily Prophet. The other one too.

He'd never pffft his own family.

"It is, and I'm just so lucky that there will be someone like YOU to look out for me." James was completely aware that Miles would have no intention of doing so. Miles was probably completely aware that James would do his best to make Miles' life difficult.

Because Miles was lame.



"I've got plenty of time for that." Thinking about real work and all. Mehhh he hadn't even taken his OWLs yet.

"Only if I get a little entertainment in return. Which I'm sure I will." Cue winning smile.

"That doesn't look good." James turned a somewhat concerned look on Cam, noting the graze on her cheek. But she seemed tough to him so it wasn't like he was fawning all over her about it. "Stand a little closer to me next time, maybe then I'll take the brunt of it." He was only half joking.



"You should see about getting a lightening charm for this thing. It is heavy." James smiled. It was fine. He was over it. Even if it had hurt it wasn't on purpose. "I've felt worse though, I'll survive."

Not so sure about Miles. Frankly James was surprised that the older boy wasn't crying.

Wimp.

He was never going to win this.

It seemed as though Callie had really researched this, and calculated every possible time a spider could be present or be in a scenario. But that meant you were always near a spider wherever you went. Jack thought you were always 3 feet away from a rat, because there were so many. But with spiders, they were meant to be your friend, as they killed flies and other evil inescts for you. It was like if you had a cat, it killed the mice for you. So really, a spider could be a pet, and Jack didn't mean the giant tarantula's you could buy, he meant; the little money spiders that you usually found in the corner of your bathroom, or under the stairs. "Callie, You can't always be 'safe' from spiders. Because if you think about it, they're everywhere, you just have to toughen up and ignore the fact that there is a small possiblity that there maybe a spider there." Jack puffed out his chest when he said the words 'toughen up.'

And that was a lie. She would indeed do anything. What Callie said next, made him draw back in his mind a little. Because usually, he would act all sarcastic and pretend what she said was totally true, because the majority of the time, it was untrue, VERY untrue. But this, the idea of her not talking to any of the boys was something that he never really thought about. Of course, she was aloud, but it didn't mean that Jack would be a little jealous. I mean, what if she decided she wanted to be the living doll of someone else? And sit in their back pack? And for THEM to rescue her from all the spiders?!

GAH!

"Free country isn't it?" Jack managed to blag his way out of it. "You're allowed to talk to other boys, I'm not stoppin' ya. And why should I?"

UGH. Callie had called him sweet, little children were sweet, not sixteen year old boys. He stuffed his hands in his pocket, "You've been taking America by storm ever since you've been born?" Surely when she was a bubba she wouldn't have realized that she was in America, let alone know what a country is. Also, Jack hadn't really acknowledged the fact that she was American, you'd think he'd know by her accent, but he hadn't exactly realized as quickly as possible. That wasn't exactly Jack, was it?

Callie smirked.

Thinking of more answers to any possible question he could possibly ask about spiders she came up with one great answer. To everything he said, to do with spiders of course, she would simply say there are spiders there and then he'd get bored of her saying it and stop going on about spiders because it was starting to scare her. She didn't like spiders at all, if you hadnt guessed. She listened to Jack as he spoke, halfy concerntrating on what he was saying halfly concerntrating on his hair which, she had to admit to atleast herself was pretty amazing. She listened to him go on about her not being able to be safe from spiders all the time but she could if she wanted to. "But, you're meant to be looking after me remember ? So If I'm with you and you're doing your job right then I will always be safe from spiders won't I ?" He didn't seem scared of them so she should be okay. She giggled as he puffed out his chest like he was superman or something.

She watched Jack, focusing more on his eyes than his facial expressions or what he was doing, she smiled at him trying to think of more combacks. Nahh she was all out, surely soon enough he'd say something and she'd think of a new comback because she couldn't be completely out of comebacks because than would just be absouloutly ridiculous. She looked back at the huge crowd of people for no apparent reason just she'd look a bit weird staring at Jack wouldn't she ? She looked back at Jack waiting for him to say something because she was out of things to say. She looked down to her feet before looking back up as Jack finally spoke.

"Yeahh it is." she replied not having any idea what he was going on about. Ohhh he was talking about her saying he was jealous of her talking to other boys. "Okay." Why should he ? "Because your madly in love with me, we already went through this remember ?" she giggled.

Did he like have something in his poket or something ? He kept stuffing his hands in his pocket maybe he had some sort of special device in there or something shifty like that. She nodded at his comment. "Yeahh I have." So maybe she didn't really walk and talk and know where she was til she was like nearly 3 but everyone knew who she was she was California Renee Parker after all. Her parents had done something special she didn't really understand what all the fuss was all she knew was that it involved moving around alottt.

Miles saw her shrug and then hearing her say she got a bruise frowned. Well he hadn't known that. He hadn't thought he'd fallen on her that hard. "Wow really? I'm sorry about that."

He laughed as she went on, "Oh as long as I wasn't too bad then glad I didn't bore you or anything." He smirked and gave her a smile, "I do. Very special." The girl was a trip alright.



Handing her the magazine he laughed at her question as she seemed a bit embarrassed, "No not really just took me by surprise is all. Are you okay?" He smiled and glanced as James knowing he was probably thinking something smart.



James' sarcasm was so obvious it was sad really. "Well someone needs to." Since after all left to his own devices he was sure James would either try to hit on all the girls like his cousin would or just cause trouble. He was sooooooooooooooooooooo not looking forward to this term with James here.

Jay quickly ran near the corner of Knockturn Alley, he slid down the wall and sat down, he wanted to tell Sammy, but he didn't know where she was, or how to tell her...

Sammy walked calmling, her small cat, Moggy, behind her. She saw Jay ahead looking distressed. She picked up her cat and hurried over. It was kinda weird that they kept running into each other, but no complaints here. "you okay?" she asked patting her cat.

Jay looked up at her, he became irritated by the plaster on his index finger, but he forgot about that, "Not really," he confessed, looking in Sammy's eyes, then remembering, "I need to talk to you," he said, sitting up and taking her hand gently and sitting on a bench, he was shaking nervously.

meow, Moggy, cats have super powers right? Sammy thought desperately, her eyes filling with worry. "what happened to your finger?" she asked even though she knew it was probably nothing to what she was about to hear. She sat down next Jay, and her cat curled up on her lap "ummm... okay, what's up?"

"Well, the reason that i wasn't at school for the last term, was because I was at St. Mungos," he confessed, "They had to do some tests, which made it so all i did was stay up there most of the time, unable to see anyone, and since it took so long, I went to my doctors here, and they have comfirmed i have type 1 diabetes," he added, unsure on how she would take it."And that plaster, is where Amy put the EpiPen thingy, which monitors my blood sugar,"

Sammy's eyes grew. what? oh no, that's that's that's... horrible she thought. She didn't know what to say. She opened her mouth to say something, but nothing came out. She tried again, nothing. Her cat meowed at her because she had stopped patting her. She had no idea what to do, talk about dropping the bombshell. She could only look at him, because she couldn't say anything. She didn't know what to say. Her eyes were wide with sorrow and shock.

Jay looked at her confused, Great, now what... he thought she thinks im... broken he just shrugged, he was confused, was it over? Would she dump him? So many questions he asked himself, but she was the only one who could answer any of them, but he didn't speak, he was constricted to the awkward silence.

Sammy couldn't think of any thing to say. So she did all she could do, give him a hug. Yep she was a hugger, but on serious matters. Her cat didn't like being squished so she jumped of Sammy's lap. She wasn't sure about what to do, she didn't know what to say, she wasn't thinking straight, so she hugged.

Ooh, maybe this term? Well, we'll see. Mwaha. "Oh, we better practice harder then." He was a part of their Quidditch team and their practice wasn't that hard but rather fun instead. It was like they were just playing but with a sense of competition amongst them.

Great idea! Cedric gave Diggy the LETSGOANDGETOUTTAHERE look. Dodgy, yep. It was creepy but he didn't freak out. Man, he was a sixth year and he was a dude. He should never freak out due to something scary or to simply anything. An exception to the girls though; they freak him out. Lots.

"Sure! Hmm, they sure has a lots of sweets." It was a sweet shop, right? What does he expect? HEHE.

This much was true.

Because Jack was so brilliant in everything that he did, then of course Callie would be safe from all spiders, because if it was his job to rescue when in danger from the spider!army, then the job would be done perfectly and he's STILL look good whilst doing it. Not many people could pull that off. Mwaha. "You're right. If I'm going to do a job, then the job is going to be done right." He nodded to himself, his ego getting even bigger than usual.

Jack sighed as she remarked back to the idea of him being in love with her. Either she really had a theory going on that she would just not leave, or she genuinly loved herself so much that she was willingly to believe that he, a boy who had his standards extremely high, would fall in love with her.

Don't get him wrong, she was beautiful, and cute, and funny, but young. Too young, and thats what came into mind whenever she imposed the idea of him being in love with her. She's too young. But, Jack only thought this because he'd never dated a girl who was more than a year younger than him, so he couldn't really what was too young and too old. "We did," Jack smirked. "You're right, I AM madly in love with you and I don't want you talking to other guys! Ever!" Jack pointed his finger at her, and bagan to snigger.

Flustered and huffing, Cosette held on to her 3 bags of shopping items in one arm, a paper cup filled with coffee in the other, along with holding onto the leash that held onto her renegade cat, Lucian. Running her long fingers through her unkempt bed head hair, she walked on the cobblestone street in her black combat boots that matched her black leather jacket and olive green dress. Didn't much scream "Ravenclaw" really.

Moving out of the way of passerby's, she slid across the window to a shop, hoping Lucian wasn't tangling his leash around people again. Rolling her gray eyes, she stepped off of the curb of the street. Looking down, she made sure Lucian was behaving himself until..

Trip. Splash.

She stumbled to regain herself, a bag of items hitting the ground and her cup of coffee down on the ground... and also on the guy standing infront of her. Thank god it was cold coffee. "Ah mierda! I am so sorry Monsieur!"