Vince looked at the Prefect, hiding behind a somewhat statue. He seriously hoped that prefect didn't mean all of them and by "all," Vince quickly looked suspicious. Looking closely at the group who was walking together, Vince got out another water bottle, two more in his jacket. Vince certainly thought that prefect had some anger issues. Suddenly, Vince heard a flapping sound behind him. It sounded like an animal as it chirped. Oh man! Now he would seriously get caught. Looking at the animal, he noticed it was his owl, with a letter. He got out the letter and it said just one word.
Vince read it only on time. He again noticed his owl made some sounds, so he quietly walked away. His eyes widened. The Ravenclaw Common Room was on the other side where the group was going. He quietly walked right beside the whole group, whistling, hoping it wasn't a suspicous act. He stopped whistling, hiding from the curly-hair girl who he wished that she would forget about him already.

OoC: Jose. I love her. I love her I love her. She and Mozzie are gonna go crazy on Hogwarts y0.

One day, Mozzie decided, she would learn to match Jose's accent. But for now, she was fine with her English-Spanish transition. She knew a few words, the more basic ones. And she was sure that hanging around with thise Jose chick would bring her a wider vocabulary.

"Nolan? Nah, he's rather quiet and all. Silencio is like his favorite spell. Though he goes mad if there's absolute quiet. He doesn't care for all the idle chatter and all. He's kinda a quiet dude if you gather. I love him all the same. He's pretty much my best friend."

She was greatly amused by the Jose trotted along aside her. Like a horse. Wildfire was a fitting name. Wildfuero or something. She laughed to herself. "You'll like Frankie. Everyone likes Frankie."

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Nolan glanced warily at Fantasy. If she was about to tell him she had an alter ego he would probably die. Right on the spot. He couldn't deal with all this. He took hold of her wrist and bend down, grasping the inside of Jamie-Lee's elbow.

"Up you go, c'mon," he said gently. "We've gotta get to Professor Calling's. The rest of you. Common Room. Now. It's after hours."

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And after hours it was. Salinea glanced back down at her pocket watch, her eyes sweeping the time. Five till midnight. It would take her that long to maneuver the dungeons back to the Common Room where the rest would be waiting.

As she walked along the empty dungeon corridors, she ran over what her father had told her. Very little, but she wasn't stupid. She could get a grasp of what was going on. Forming a group. Making alliances. Getting everything into gear before unleashing their darkness.

It was still early in the term. Their strike couldn't take place until the turn of the year, anyway. It was then that their worlds would unravel.

Quietly, she slipped into the Common Room, standing off to the shadows for a few minutes, not yet making her appearance.

Mozzie shrugged her shoulders at Jose. "I don't know, really. Nolan is strange like that. He himself doesn't like to talk a lot or a make a lot of noise. But put him in a silent room and he'll do whatever he can to strike up conversation and noise. Maybe he likes the buzz of people talking? Maybe he's more a listener than he is speaker. That boys a lover, not a fighter, ya."

What that had to do with anything, Mozzie didn't know. But she'd always wanted to say it about Nolan.

She laughed amiably as even Jose found the guapo in him. "Yah, I remember, he's always been one of those adorable kids. First year he had this baby face that made like, every girls' heart just meeeelt. I admit, way back then I had a crush on him." She shrugged again, doing a little twirl.

"White rice?" Mozzie now repeated, laughing. "Yah, yah. That's it. Frankies is arroz blanco. You can be the first to call him that."

Saphire smiled at Eric. "Anyways I'm sorry for bothering you.." she said and stod up. "I'm not feeling so well a bit homesick so I shall go to the lake..." she said her goodbyess and walked outside the Gryffindor common room. As she slowly walked down the moving stairs she saw something she didn't know what it was. She sighed and stopped on her tracks. It was something like a vision but it seemed so real. She closed her eyes and tried to remeber what it was about but nothing came ot her except some faint words that whispered

"And the bomb plot at the school? Why kill all those kids?"

she shivered and kept walking. She kept hearing voices around her she wondered why. She tried to shrugg it off. She hugged herself giving some comfort to herself.

"Andrew used to teach here...when they where alive...I know you can hear me Saphire."

Saphire stopped in her tracks once more. She gasped., openmouthed, at the voice. She closed her eyes and sent a message. Who are you what do you want?

There was no one there. She was beginning to get scared she remember that hearing voices not even in the wizardry world it was a good sign.


Saphire It's me Jon...

Get Out of My head...I thought I was going nuts for a while where are you at?

There was no responce she sighed and continued walking down the hall. It wasn't as packed as it had been before. She sighed she had to find out who her parents where. Then she would get the asnwers she was looking for. Was she pureblood or a muggle born or half and half? She wondered that often it would change anything about her but she was curious. Another question that she wanted to know was why could she talk to dead people why could they take over her body? She sgihed and continued walking down to the lake.

"Nada, nada, mi amiga," said Mozzie rapidly, shaking her head furisously, dark hair flipping into her face and whipping her about. "Not what I'm saying alllll. See. It's just, white rice. It's just that. White rice. Bland. Everyone likes it, si (though she could think of a few who didn't), but it's just plain and bland. No Frankie. He es interesante or whatever."

Mozzie had a habit of rambling on and on. Saying whatever came to mind with little thought to it.

"Frankie... is like flan. Everyone likes it. And it wiggles and is creamy and sticky. Frankie!"

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Nolan knocked on the door and a few moments later a very disgruntled Professor Calling arrived. The Ravenclaw Head of House looked as if he'd been up late, tired with dark rings around his eyes. He was by far the youngest of the Heads of Houses, at only fifty something, though he hardly looked his age. Dark hair stuck out all over the place and his hazel eyes crinkled with wrinkles.

"What is going on, Mister Weiss?"

A few moments passed as Nolan explained what had happened; Fantasy coming out after hours and Jamie-Lee trying to talk to him, Fantasy fainting, Jamie-Lee kicking her to check, Fantasy and her verbal abuse, Nolan trying to get them to stop, Teleno's intervention.

Professor Callings seemed even wearier by the end. Closing his eyes, he muttered, "Ten points from Ravenclaw. Fantasy, you will receive a notice about detention tomorrow."

And with that, the door shut, leaving Fantasy, Jamie-Lee and Nolan outside the door.

Jose nodded some more, curls bouncing about dangerously. She did that a lot. Nod and bounce. It was something in her system. A bug perhaps. She'd have to go and get that checked or an update to version 2.3 or something.

"OOOOOOOOOH!" Squealed the girl loudly, her pout turning into a perfect "o". "I like flan."

Understatement of the year. Jose didn't just like Flan she loved it beyond anything else in this planet. If it were possible, Jose would breathe in flan in place of oxygen but that was quite downright impossible, even in the wizarding world.



"Fina?" She barked incredulously. "Mira, nene. My name is Josefina. Like I said. Don't go callin' me names like you know me," she said from the corner of her mouth, one eyebrow raised and head bobbing a bit to the rhythm of the words.

She crossed her arms in front of her chest and eyed the boy with a bit of disdain. Oh, estupendo, she thought.

"Flan. This boy is no flan. He's more like higado if you ask me."

Liver wasn't in the top ten of things to eat in Jose's list.

Eric nodded. "I'm good." He said simply and then tilted his head to one side. "Prophet photographer? Sounds like an interesting job. Anything in particular get you interested in that?" He inquired sincerely.

Eric was about to speak up telling Saphire that it was no bother, but she had already began her exit. A bit concerned over her sudden departure, he mentally shrugged it off for the moment and turned back to the other girl. "I'm afraid I didn't catch your name."

Crystal peered into the mirror at her reflection, slightly turning her face to each side to check for any imperfections. Smiling in satisfaction, she rose from her chair and dropped her gaze to the small watch that she held. Ah, five minutes until midnight. She certainly hoped that they could accomplish quite a bit at this meeting. Crystal was becoming restless at the lack of progress.

Carefully smoothing a strand of hair down, she exited her room and entered the common room. Noticing that Riley was already present, Crystal gave her a silent nod in greeting. She was more concerned about where Salinea was. It was her idea after all; though knowing Salinea, she would prefer to make an entrance.

"Sorry, I don't talk French" Frankie said as he took another bite of his Philly. "I actually talk a bit Spanish." He winked at Josefina. "Merci. See that's Hi in Spanish." Frankie beamed. Yes he was the master of languages.

"So, Josefina. You single?" Frankie winked at her. She HAD to fall for him

OOC: Short I know. Computer keeps jamming

Jose made a disgusted face and place her hands, palms out, in a defensive stance as if she could repulse the boy backwards. This boy was more loco than Colbeen or whatever his name was.

"That's not Spanish," she spat, a bit annoyed. "I'm married," she added quickly. "I also have three children."

Hopefully that would deter the boys from his ways.

Frankie was a bit worried about the face she made. "Did you bite your tongue. You know I have a GED on Gum/ tongue inspection." Frankie said as he held her cheeks. "Now open WIDE" Frankie slowly said. He knew the girl didn't know English very well. And he is horrible in French.

"Oh really? Now how would you know that" Frankie smirked,"I have you know I am a master of languages. I can also talk giant." he said." Fee Fii Foo Fum. Now ain't that a giant talk or what?" Frankie beamed.


"You're married" He said in a shocked way." But you're sixteen. And I think I love you" Frankie then did his OH SO famous. Puppy eyes.

OoC: Heehee yeah, Lizzard. We uh, got carried away ^___^ Comprende? xD I've been randomly speaking bits of Spanish today. Yeaaaaaaaaaah <.<

“Ayiyiyiiiiiiii, Frankie, mijo, chiiiillll,” said Mozzie, laughing, hooking her arm around Frankie’s neck. “Josefina here. She speaks Espanola. And she’s like me when it comes to the names. Call her Jose or nooothing. And it ain’t ho say, it’s huseeeeey.” Mozzie snapped her fingers along with her vain attempt to match Jose’s accent. She failed, miserably, and resorted to her normal British dialect.

“Awww, yah know it’s meeee, Frankie. So I picked up un poco Spanish. Can’t be helped. Jose is irresistible. She’s great fun, uh huh.” Arm still hooked around Frankie, Mozzie, looped her other arm through Jose’s arm. “Now, amigos. We are gonna take care of the sit. See, you call Frankie Frankie and he’ll call you Jose. Right Frankie? You’ll see. Mi buddy here. He’s flan, yeah.”

Then she gave Frankie a gentle shove. “Told you you’re a womanizer,” she laughed, sticking her tongue out.

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Originally Posted by Riley Riley looked around the room impatiently. "Where is Salinea. This thing was her idea. You would think she would be here on time." She didn't mean for it to sound rude, but it did. She had been told many times that she wasn't the most patient person. She looked at her watch again and slumped down in her chair. She was just so excited to start talking about it. It was exciting.

“You’d think one would learn to read a clock before opening her mouth about such trivial matters,” said an icy voice from within the shadows. Salinea stepped out, brushing back a loose lock of waves from her eyes. “If you would care to notice, it is three till midnight, my dear friend.” There was an obvious void of friendliness in the girl’s voice. A dark brow raised over her hazel eyes as she surveyed the room.

Jose squirmed away from his hold and slapped his hands away from her. Although having her personal space invaded usually wasn't a problem for her Jose wanted this non-flan person away from her as possible. The fact that he suddenly declared his love for her made him all the more repulsive in Jose's mind causing her to throw up a little bit in her mouth.



Jose was glad Mozzie seemed to be taking charge. It was a good thing really because Josefina was starting to think she'd have to turn the boy into an arepa. Flat, as a pancake. Yup.

"He really doesn't seem like flan to me," she muttered resisting the urge t