Grace wasn't sure how it happened, but then suddenly his hand was on her face. On her cheek. She could feel her cheeks burn and the warmth spread through her. Her face was redder, if that was even possible. She could feel the blood rush into her face. Then his thumb stroked the side of her face. She finally looked up at him, at his eyes -- watching the way he was looking at her, the way his messy hair fell over his forehead. She was sure her face was as red as a tomato by then.

And something was wrong. This was really very, very stupid. Why was she behaving in such a way? Why was she reacting to him the way she was? This was so stupid. URGH!

Pull yourself together, girl!

And then he said he was joking. Grace giggled, her red face was going back to the normal shade. She finally composed herself and nudged him playfully. "It's okay." She said, finishing her toast. "I thought you were hungry now?" She was trying to get the conversation back to normal now.

ooc: Eeee gads, dito! -supertackleglomps Mozzie and Nolan and Tristan and Boo- Zomg! I just can't decide. They all make me giggle. -nod nod- lolz

Oh and I forgot to mention...
As Quentin would say... Horrible.

"Yeah... We probably could have," he answered with a small nod as he followed behind Mozzie out the door. "But apparently we could all hear Inez's hair frizzing and she didn't particularly like that thought." Plus there was the fact that he wasn't a big fan of rain dancing. Much like Nolan. Or so he had thought.

He smirked again to himself, picturing Nolan Weiss dancing in the rain. Funny, funny picture. But the funny picture ended abruptly.

With Nolan's last comment, Quentin could feel an actual blush come on. Hopefully an unnoticable one, but a blush none the less. Quentin Girard did not blush. Like... Ever.

Ignoring it to the best of his abilities he shrugged. "I wouldn't have wanted to take away from any of your fun," he finally said, wryly.
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Alright! xD

Quentin certainly appeared rather uncomfortable, which was all to the slightly sadistic pleasure of Nolan. Quirking his lips up in a serene, Chesire-cat style smile, he chuckled, his quiet voice lower as he spoke again.

“Ahh, right, right, of course,” he replied, his voice jovial. How obvious that Nolan was enjoying himself. “You’d rather keep Mozzie to yourself without interference, wouldn’t you?”

No, Nolan really wasn’t stupid. He was a Ravenclaw, after all. And though he often was quiet and kept to himself, he was calculating and perceptive. And it had not gone unnoticed by him that Quentin, whether suddenly or not, seemed to have some kind of fondness for Mozzie – a soft spot, if you would.

And sweet, ill-perceptive Mozzie hadn’t even seemed to notice. But even she seemed somewhat responsive towards Quentin and his selective attention towards her. Yes, Nolan was not blind.

“You guys are so slow!” called Mozzie from a few feet away, where she had paused to wait for the slow-pokey boys. Quentin, she noticed, had a certain air of discomfort to him. Were his cheeks rosier than normal? Huh. He’d never struck her as the type to experiment round with blush. Maybe… perhaps he’d allow her to give him a make-over sometime…? Gasp!

“C’mooon! My tummy says ‘Feeed me Morzella! Feed me now!’ And just so you know, no one calls me Morzella unless they’re serious.” Duh. “So this is serious.” Thanks, Inez?

Huffing, she marched the couple remaining steps over to the boys, sidled between them, and grabbed a hand from each of them with firm grasp.

“I’m famished. Food is needed. Last night’s dancing burned a million calories that I don’t have so I need to be replenished! Now! MARCH!” With a firm tug, she began to move forward.

Nolan made a point to glance over Mozzie’s head and grin his Chesire-cat grin at Quentin.

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Quietly, Tristan sighed. There was a very good reason that Inez was not in Ravenclaw with Quentin and the rest of their friends – quite bluntly, the girl didn’t have it in her. That she could even believe the accent and such that Boo had pulled was an entire language… was that cute or sad…? He really couldn’t tell.

“Right, ladies. To the Great Hall then. Brekkie and those ‘Claw friends of ours await, I’m sure. I’ll bet Nolan is dragging them down the hall right this moment.” Hah. Wrong friend, dear Stormy.

Clinging to Tristan’s arm (and looking quite like a younger sister of ten years, the way he towered over her) Boo grinned happily and beamed over at Inez.

“Brekki, y’know. Breakfast. You en’t big on accents, are ye’, ol’ chap?” Now Boo was blending all sorts of accents, possibly sounding like she was speaking an entirely different accent. “Bacon. Omelettes. Oooooh some of those apples with that yummy, yummy dip…”

Boo slipped off into her own reverie, salivating at the idea of different foods. Mmm… how hungry she was. Food always made a ruined party better.

[OoC: I cannot deny how deeply in love I am with Quentin. –swoon-]

Georgie rolled over in his bed, squeezed her pillow against her face, hard. Her stomach was being bombarded with butterflies and she felt the urge to giggle out loud. Hmm. Or maybe it was just her hungry stomach. No way! Hugo-moments, or cute-guy moments in general, always made her giggle. She decided to go get some food.

As she jumped off the bed and put on her slippers, she stood up, but before she could take even a few steps, she had stumbled and fallen over something. Looking behind her, she giggled, then reached for Hugo's jacket, which was apparently still with her. "I should give it back," she muttered excitedly to herself, then picked herself up and bounded down to the Great Hall.


Upon reaching the place, she was delighted to find that a few of her friends were there already. "Good day, people!" She said with a wide grin as she sat down at the table and grabbed some food for her plate.

Now she just had to wait for Hugo to come so she could return his jacket. His smell was still wafting slightly. Eeeek.

Auberon was getting impatient. Etain wasn't answering, and he wanted to be with her already! Opening the door to the girl's dorm, he looked around, watching the sleeping girls, and a few of them squealing and giggling as they spotted him. He then stepped aside as Cleo made her way out of the room, apprently just waking up. She still looked cranky. "Mornin', Cleo dear," he greeted her, winking. Then he watched her walk down to the Common Room. He shrugged.

"Etaaaain. Wake uuup," he cooed, walking slowly towards her bed. Eh. Being royalty around here was good, since you could go anywhere you wanted. Mwaha.

Nolan was enjoying himself. That much was clear. He just loved the fact that he could make Quentin Girard blush and want to move on to different topics of any sort.

He figured there was enough enjoyment among the students at the school. So, he wouldn't give. He raised an eyebrow and looked at him with a mock look of worry. "Does your mouth move when you talk?" he asked. His way of half playing along and saying 'shut up' at the same time.

Quentin, too, was not stupid. Just incredibly stubborn and chose to believe that Nolan didn't know what he was talking about.

Though, when Mozzie grabbed his hand he was almost startled. But he wouldn't show that in his face. He didn't say anything and there wasn't much he could do other than be dragged.

Nolan certainly did not go unnoticed. He just flashed a small fake smile before looking away again with a look that had 'oh my god..' written all over it.

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Inez giggled at the thought of Nolan dragging anyone off to breakfast. Ooo but maybe he was! He danced yesterday! Maybe he was going crazy. It was good crazy though. If only Quentin would join in those steps. Hmm...

Still clinging to Stormy's arm she grinned and nodded as though the whole brekki concept just clicked. "Oh! That makes sense..." she said, as anyone could clearly see the wheels turning. "Where did they get 'brekki' though..?" she wondered aloud.

She thought about if for a few more moments before being distracted by all the funny sounding words. She beamed. "I wanna learn them!" She stated, brightly.

Bacon she got. "Ahh baaaaaacon! Crispy, crispy, crunchy bacon!" She squeeled excitedly, thowing up her other hand that held her drink. Thank Merlin it was still cealed! That could have been messy. It, of course, was unnoticed. She looked at both of them with wide eyes. "We should hurry! What if all the yummeh food's gone?"

She blinked her Inez blink. What a horrible, horrible thought.

ooc: -giggles- You may have to battle Motzie for him >.<

OoC: That's terribly sad, isn't it? -.-'' Fighting my own fictional character for her fictional crush...? :/ I'll stick to my other fictional crushes -will still love Quentin-

A smug smile rest on Nolan's face as he nearly skipped along down the hall with Mozzie. In such a good mood, was he, that he had no qualms with being giddy and skippy - because it wasn't every day that one could get Quentin to blush. Nor was it was everyday that he got to so mericlessly tease the boy.

Besides, deep down, of course Quentin was enjoying it. Cackle. He probably wouldn't mind being teased like that by Mozzie - any thing to get her attention and smile. Heh. Nolan chuckled quietly to himself. Though he was slightly deluded about relationships, he could at least see that there was some crackle between the two.

Even if he couldn't really tell what Quentin thought about Mozzie.

Better not be anything bad. If he plans to do anything bad with Mozzie... Like Tristan, Nolan could be horribly big-brotherly to the girls in the group. Mozzie had been by his side since they were young - he wouldn't allow anyone to harm her in any way.

Hopefully Quentin was aware of this.

"Eeeeek! Hurry, huuuuurrry!" Mozzie cried as a rumble grew from her stomach and the doors to the Great Hall drew nearer. She picked up speed, tugging again at the boys as she ran for the door.

She'd have to slip something out of the Great Hall. At least at lunch, when she had her bag with her. It was hard to manuever napkins full of cookies and rolls out of the Great Hall without something to carry it in.

Humming happily, she pushed open the doors to the Great Hall, waving happily at the Ravenclaw table, (though rather uncertain of who was even seated there.)

Still dragging the boys, she seated herself at the table with Georgie, nearby Arianna. Then she turned straight to Georgie.

"You disappeared last night," she stated, a rather accusatory tone in her voice, while her hands grappled at all the food around her.

Nolan sighed and grabbed her hands, pulling them back. "Watch where you're putting that food," he lectured softly, having just stopped Mozzie from spilling a fried egg into her lag. "Pardon her," he explained to Georgie. "She's ah... got an excess of energy." Then his eyes slid to Quentin. "Perhaps someone should help her use it up."

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"'Course it won't be gone, Nezzy!" Boo cried, though she hurried forward. "Let's go!"

And off she ran, with Tristan trailing behind. He didn't run so much as... scampered? It was surely an odd sight.

Not long after Mozzie and Co. had seated themselves did Boo fling open the doors of the Great Hall, marching herself towards the Ravenclaw table.

"Ayyyyy! Good morrow' sweet maties! How's the brekkie treating ye?" Then she sat down beside Georgie, wiggling over, before glancing up and blinking at her. "You! Yarrr! Ye be the one 'oo ditched us for serial hear breaker yonder, aye?"

Tristan groaned, lowring himself down on Mozzie's other side, across from Boo. He sent her a gentle tap to the shin with his shoe.

"Boo has... an excess load of energy."

>.<

Oh the people Quentin chose to hang out with. As he was dragged into the great hall with oh so smug Nolan he could not for the life of him figure out how it was that he got stuck with them all. Maybe it was Inez.. That would seem right. He just sighed to himself, taking no more side glances over to Nolan as they made their way to the table.

He made a small smile and nod in his usual hello to Georgie and even, suprisingly, to Arianna. Maybe he could sit with her today. Haha. That would go over well... Though it would be the first semi silent meal he would have had at school in a long time.

But no. Inez wouldn't stand for it and where's the fun in complete silence?

Once his hand was officially dropped he went and sat across from Nolan. What a stupid, stupid decision this morning! He groaned, sinking down slightly in his seat.

Where was Inez?

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Inez giggled and let go of Tristan's arm before chasing after Boo. Being Inez, she successfully tripped over her shoe, but luckily, caught herself this time! That must have deserved a victory march.

As she came in, she stopped at the door to give a huge wave over to the Gryffindor table before following over to the Ravenclaws.

By the time she made it, she had already missed some of Boo's awesome new 'language' and found herself giggling again. "Quency!!!" She squeeled, spotting him.

"'Nez!" Thank God. He scooted himself over and watched as she brought herself and her beloved drink over to sit next to him. She was now the one sitting across from Nolan.

"Quentin, you look so PInk!" Her last word came out suprisingly high. She looked at him for another moment, admirring this new look before she turned to open her drink.

"Do I?" He made a glance at Nolan. "Hm."

Suprisingly, it didn't go unnoticed by little Inez. She looked at the two of them then finally at Nolan again and put her hands on her hips. She even raised an eyebrow! Gasp! "Nolan Weiss, what did you do to Quentin?" But before he could even answer she beamed again. "Nolan! You look so nice today! Eeee gads!"

Quentin just made a stab at his food.

OoC: How I love this scene >:] They're so cute. And Mozzie is so oblivious and Quentin is so blushy blushy. -cackles-

Quietly, Nolan chuckled, in a manner that could almost be deemed devious. With the way his lids half-closed over his eyes, he seemed to appear as if he had a secret to him. Lips quirked upward on one side, he glanced over at the still-somewhat-pink Quentin. He obviously wouldn't tell Inez and having glanced at Nolan, Quentin had all but given it away.

"Mmm... I did nothing," he replied in his soft voice. "I only mentioned something to Quentin this morning. Just said something to him about how you guys should have stayed and played with Mozzie in the rain. Perhaps... Quentin thought of something else?" Nolan's voice had become a murmur and though he spoke to Inez, his eyes were focused on Quentin, watching to see if any more color would fill his cheeks. He'd given away hardly any information and yet enough to hopefully tip Quentin, again.

"You guys stayed out in the rain?" Boo intervened before there was any more chance for Nolan to mock Quentin. "Why didn't anyone tell me? Huh?"

"Maybe because someone had to be dragged inside, throwing a fit of her ruined party?" offered Tristan.

"HAH! The party didn't have to be ruined! We coulda kept it going out in the rain like they did!"

"Yuh huh!" Mozzie agreed. "Nolan was splashing in the puddles with me! He seemed really happy."

Now Nolan grunted. "Hmph. I was just... the butterbeer and sunlight..."

Grinning cheekily, Mozzie reached and pinched Nolan's cheek. "Don't make excuuuses Nollie Cakes!" She didn't even bat an eye as Nolan swatted her hand off. "You're a fab dancer, y'know and it was lots of fun. Everyone saw you dancing - nothing wrong with dancing in the rain with me." Then she turned and faced Inez and Quenin, grinning brilliantly. "It was really fun. You guys shoulda stayed."

Count on oblivious Mozzie to bring that sneaky grin back to Nolan's irritated face.

"I already told Quentin that," Nolan replied in an almost sing-song voice.

Tristan, also rather perceptive, watched the scene with a curiously keen eye. What in the world was Nolan up to anyway, poking at Quentin like that? Surely... did it actually have to do with Mozzie? Curiously, he watched and listened, his eyes watching the sneaking grin that grew on Nolan's face.

"Right," he interrupted, attempting to change the subject. "So you all seem to be rather chattery this morning. Excited for your classes?"

ooc: And he's SO hating Nolan in this scene! -giggles evily-

Had Quentin done something to Nolan the other night? Did he say something offensive? This is what he was trying to figure as he sat, staring down at his food with his fork in hand.

At his last words, he made another stab at his food and stuck the peice of pancake in his mouth. There was no more change in color to his face. He just chewed. And rather vehemently at that.

"Oh!" Good ol' oblivious Inez just grinned and nodded. "Well I don't think it would have worked. I don't like rain, 'cause we broke up a long time ago because of heights and other stuff."

What?

"OoooO! I like puddles! They're actually friendly." She grinned and stuck a vibrant blue bendy-straw in her drink. Taking a big sip she looked at Mozzie like she was telling a story.

Quentin smirked at the new and more clear picture of Nolan and his happy puddle-jumping. Maybe he should get him a yellow rain coat and rain boots!

He looked up at Mozzie. "We-"

"Rain is wetttttt," Inez interrupted. "Aaannnd! I heard it was goasts spitting all over the place. It's gross..." She said very matter-of-factly.

Then there was a frown. "Why didn't you tell all of us hmm?"

Oh dear god. "Here we go," Quentin muttered, glancing down at his plate again. And he thought it was classes that were going to make this day horrible. Oh how wrong he was. There were so many other things to consider. Well... as of now.

But then there was a change of subject! Tristan, ladies and gentlemen-- Quentin's new best friend. "No, not in the least," he stated looking up at him.

"I am!" Inez sang. "I'm gonna blow the teachers sox off this year and then they'll realize that I'm in the wrong place," she beamed.
What a wishful thinker...

Ollie was a slow rise from bed. Once the rain had begun to fall, he'd lingered outside for a little while, all the time, ideas floating in his mind. Words, sentances, phrases, hope. In an instant, he had gotten up from beneath the tree to run inside, scamper to his Common Room and off to his dorm. Once secure in his bed, soaked and dripping, he found a quill and parchment and scribbled. It wasn't until a few hours later that he was able to crash, after hovering on the same line for ages.

"How gorgeous she appeared, the rain falling around her and yet she held a sort of misty gaze about herself. Blonde hair matted, curls falling limp in her gold locks as the rain plastered them to her face, a few locks falling into her blue eyes. Pale and ghostly, she stood there, a sad, mournful look upon her face. And I gazed upon her, watching as her thin, pale lips parted.

She said '..."

He had been uncertain what she said and that was how he fell asleep - pondering what the beautiful, ghostly girl had said.

Crawling out of his bed, Ollie reached into his trunk, withdrawing a pair of denim trousers and a beige shirt that he found, once it was on and buttoned, had flakes of red and blue paint upon the sleeves and a strange smear of lavender across the hem in the front. Neverminding, he slipped into shoes and toussled his hair, brushing it enough that he ensured no tangles were in and then he grabbed his bag and headed for the Great Hall.

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"Inez," said Boo in a flat tone. "Honestly. Sometimes, I think it's you speaking another language." Or living in another world... "Right then. Maybe we should get you and Rain on better terms, ne? Next time it rains, we're all going out to play. Even you, Stormy McBroody Pants and I Don't Wanna Be Social McQuentin."

She nodded firmly, a grin set in place, until Tristan so switfly changed the subject.

"Ahhh, Stormy! Don't bring up classes," she whined softly, making a face. "I've got to tutor people. In Arithmancy! So many people are so awfully daft..."

Quite unlike yourself, Boo?

Smiling serenely, Mozzie shrugged her shoulders. "I'm ready enough. Honestly, I can't get more hyped but might as well get 'em over with anyway. 'Sides. Didn't you guys notice?" She turned towards Nolan and beamed, pointing to the left side of his chest. "He's a PREFECT! So if I wanna skive off Potions I'll just-"

"-you won't be using me to skive off classes!"

"Awww Nollie! No fair, why not?!"

"Don't pout, you look like a prat."

"Nooooolllliiiiiie!"

"Whining is so unbecoming! No taking advantage of my status!"

Rolling his eyes, Tristan's brows rose into his shaggy fringe and glanced over at Qunetin. Though he'd changed the subject for the sake of that boy, it didn't mean he was going to personally drop it. Interrogation would come latre. For now, he scruntinized the quiet boy.

Oh the things they all did for the kicks and giggles, right?

Swiftly, he glanced back at Nolan and Mozzie, eyes lingering upon the latter of them. She was giggling and laughing, nearly crawling on Nolan to pinch his cheeks into a smile while Nolan tried to pull away and push her off.

It was cute. She was cute. Ill-perceptive but she was bright. He could very easily see that Quentin would have some interest in her - she wore all those flashy bracelets and ribbons and necklaces. And Quentin did seem to pay her attention... was that what this was about? Did Quentin like little Mozzie?

"You okay, Tristan?"

Boo's hand was on Tristan's forehead and she watched curiously as the boy jumped. Tristan always seemed to be far away - he kind of lived in his own, detached world and paid attention only when he was called to. That much she was used to. But he'd seemed to be really focused on Nolan and Mozzie and that was weird, because when he slunk into Tristan-land, his gaze tended to be at the table or straight forward or up at a wall.

What was he thinking about? Oh, how she wished she could read minds.

Scratching her cheek, she pursed her lips and glanced over at Inez. "So. Did you hire a professional tutor this summer or something? What's wrong with being in Gryffindor, huh? Stormy and I are."

"Mm. Right. Gryffindor yes."