OoC: -shnuggles up to Quentin but gets a deathglare from Mozzie- Hmph. <.< Not like SHE'S doing anything about it. Bwahaha!

What else was grey? Hmm... owls, mice, elephants, rhinos, hippos... "Bunnies! They're grey! So, see, Inez! You weren't turning into a troll, you were turning into a bunny rabbit!" A bunny rabbit was much better than a troll and would probably calm Inez down. At least in the future, she'd think bunnies if anyone told her she looked a bit grey or under the weather.

Linking her arm through Inez's, Mozzie wiggled a little, bumping the other girl with her hip. "Any idea where the others are? Maybe we'll just stay out here and dance around for a bit. Looks like it's going to rain again." What was new? They were in Scotland - if it wasn't drizzling then the heat was humid and sticky. This way, at least the air was cool and though the gusty breeze was chilly, it wasn't strong. Though, the rain probably wouldn't come until late that night; the dark clouds were far off in the distance.

"Don't worry - we'll all hang out in one of the corridors, kay? We'll bring pillows and blankets and energy drinks! And then Boo can bring her Wireless Wizarding Network! And we'll sing and study and dance around, alright? It'll be fun!" Chatterbox Mozzie took off, her voice raising with excitement as everyone knew of. She was well known around the school for being loud or jingly or chattery or all of the above and fortunately, most people had learned to tune her out of ignore her bursts of energy.


Tristan was one of those people. Mind, upon the bloom of friendship with Boo their first year and the meeting of hyper, loud, mouthy Mozzie and her weirdly quiet companion Nolan, Tristan learned very early on that you had to ignore those you didn't want to put up with. It wasn't that he didn't like his friends - of course he did! They would know if he didn't and he would make a point to evade them at all costs. But his patience easily wore thin and he often had other thoughts to think.

He would, of course, be seated along with his wacky friends as they danced around and occasionally studied. In his mind, he could picture Nolan, torn between the decision to call the thing off and to play with his friends (and Tristan was sure that in the end, he would choose to play over his Prefect job). Inez's face would scrunch up in confusion and Quentina and Mozzie would have to help. Boo, of course, would beg Tristan to dance and tug on his arm until he stood and twirled her, allowing her dance around him, flitting about like a weird, uncoordinated, ungraceful butterfly. A soft smile crossed his face - the thing he loved most about his best friend was her incredible sense of uncoordination. Despite how perfect and confident she liked to be, he found flaws to be cute.

And though the party would probably drive him crazy and keep him up late and maybe give him a headache, therefore making him cranky in the morning, he was sure it'd be fun.

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Sleep was calling with an alluring and enticing song. It was like angels and bells and warm and made Nolan's mind fuzzy and tingly. Quentin's response sounded like it was under water, though he was able to comprehend it, it was hard. Like when you had just woken up and your mind was slow and laggy and having problems putting thoughts and ideas together. Poor Nolan was struggling not to sleep and to keep up conversation with the other boy.

He was probably right, too. About Inez, that was. Somehow, Nolan couldn't picture the girl furiously scribbling away at homework, determined but lost look upon her face, either. Her personality just didn't call for it. She was probably out, scouring the halls of Hogwarts for the latest gossip to report at dinner.

Come to think of it... as a Prefect... Inez might be of use...

Slowly, the silence lulled the boy and he felt himself drifting to the edge of conciousness. That warm, fuzzy feeling was enveloping him and Dylan's purr in his ear was tugging him further and further...

And then Quentin's voice interrupted. Nolan started, a visible full-body twitch jerked his body.

"Ohm?" he asked, his mouth thick and words mumbled. "Ohm yeah... homework... lots it... so much... pile.. moun'ain uh stuff..." Mumble mumble.

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For now, Ollie decided it best to leave the artist be. He himself detested being disturbed while in the middle of work and he'd rather not have his head chewed off by a shy, quiet Hufflepuff all for speaking and disturbing her groove. After all, he himself would chew off the head of anyone who dared to try speaking to him or catching his attention whlile he was in the zone. Sometimes, it was just hard to even get into that zone, let alone keep it flowing at a usable pace.

Even still, watching her paint made that artistic feeling itch in his fingers again. Standing there, eyeing the lake, the grey sky's reflection and the gold that cast out in streaky rays, Ollie wrinkled his nose, debating. And he decided that, he too, might as well excercise the restless artist within him. Maybe he could paint away his Hannie pains. Surely, surely it would be impossible to merely cast them away with charcoal, but maybe he could find a beauty in his torn, battered, and beaten heart?

Flicking his floppy locks of hair from his eyes, he hiked up his bag on his shoulder, patted it gently, and shuffled down the corridor to find the Entrance to the school. Maybe he'd set up in the courtyard. Or over near the orchard - the horizon behind them had a fantastic view of hills in the far distance that would be easy enough to practice on.

As he shuffled outside, he raised his hand to wave at Mozzie, Tristan and Inez and hurridly moved on - if he lingered, surely Mozzie would pounce him and force him to "play" and the impatient artist twitching within was not fond of that idea. All day he'd yearned to break free and now was his chance. For a little while, he walked around, the breeze gently playing with his hair, tossing the locks across his face or whipping them back, depeding upon his direction.

Eventually, he paused and set up "camp" a short distance from the lake, hopefully out of the zone of Curly. Seating himself on the ground, he pulled a sketch pad from his bag and set it in his lap. Digging through a pocket, he withdrew a small satchel and out of it came his trusty charcaol. Ahh, now he felt complete.

Looking up from her homework, she glanced around the quiet common room. Did the place just empty out all of a sudden? Why? Trying to find the source of why everyone left, her brown eyes scanned the surrouding area, and rested on the person across from her.

Arianna muffled a laugh as she noticed Nolan practically asleep in the common room armchair. "Why don't you go to bed?" She suggested, surprised at herself for speaking up to talk to someone she barely knew. "If Inez comes back, I'll tell her to find you." She offered. She really couldn't bear to see Nolan so tired because she knew exactly how he felt at times.

OoC: LOLz! Though same with Quentin for that matter!

Bunnies! She hadn't thought of those!! That was a much more happy thought and made her eyes widen with glee. "I LOVE bunnies! I've always wanted one, but my mom wouldn't let me because she thinks that Girard is enough... So if it turned into a bunny I wouldn't need one anymore!" Inez beamed, having excitement leaping off of every word. "So if I turn into a bunny some day then I'll need... people instead! Girard won't work... So I could have you and Quentin! And Boo and Tristan and Nolan! OH! And Ollie and..." she trailed off, still trying to number them all off on her fingers. With a giggle she stopped thinking about who would be her pet humans and stated, "Geee I'll have lots!" Followed by another giggle. "Pluuuus, for luck I can just rub my own foot!"

Inez shook her head, before looking up into the sky. Mozzie was like a weather man! Well... person. Nezzy could never tell when it was going to rain or when it was going to be hot and icky. She could probably tell you once it was the way it was! Did that count? But rain? Blech. Unlike Boo and Mozzie and maybe even Nolan, she hated the whole 'rain concept'. She always thought of it as someone's furry or joke to put a damper on her fun times!

Dancing and pillows and singing and more dancing and music. That, however, all sounded fantastic! Inez looked away from the sky and beamed at Mozzie again and moved her hips around along with her free arm to a song that clearly was in her head. "Ooooo! Can I bring the drinks?! Is it tonight?? For all the partying and studying and no rain with big fluffy feather pillows?" She blinked excitedly, happy to listen.

Inez didn't usually mind when Mozzie went on her big rantings and excitements. It always made her happy since Mozzie's excited tones and moods almost seemed to rub off onto her like she was some kind of human spoung. And what wasn't there to like about taking parties and dancing??

Sadly, Inez didn't notice Ollie as he passed them all. Though... maybe that was better for him. Teehee.

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Quentin pressed his lips together for a moment to keep the chuckle that threatened to jump out from escaping. He hadn't noticed Nolan slowly drifting away in the time he had kept his eyes on the fireplace... The jerk of the boy's body was one of the things he wished he could get a picture of. He smirked.

As usual, he didn't say much in response. "First day really that tiring?" he asked, rhetorically. He clearly found it rather amusing.

Usually, their whole group never seemed to really tire or wear down in any way. The girls, particularly, were rather spastic. Mozzie especially. She was always so chatty and energetic, and though normally he would find that sort of thing straight out pugnatious, he found himself thinking it was kind of cute. It's actually part of what he liked about Inez as well... She had what he didn't. And to be quite honest, he couldn't picture any of them any other way.

Slowly, Quentin stood up. "Well... I'd sleep before Mozzie finds her way in here.." he advised him with a soft, low voice. At this point he wasn't even really all that sure if Nolan could fully make out what he was saying anymore. But once Mozzie came, there would be no resting, he felt sure.

With a short sigh, a small wave to the others, and a "I'll be back in a bit.." to follow, he headed out of the common room in search of Inez and anyone else she might be with.

As always, the painting was taking quite some time and that wasn't just because her mind kept drifting from numbness to Ollie and back again though that was probably the main cause of it. No, she had always been a slow painter who liked to observe things in order to preserve as much detail as possible. Not that she could do it perfectly when her mind was obviously more keen on doing something else.

Still, Roísin kept carassing the canvas with her paintbrush, placing one colour over another without particular attention.

Sometimes, a breeze or two would hit her hair, making the red curls cover her eyes and that did nothing but slow the process of painting as she placed the paintbrush down to place the curls behind her ears again and again and again. Had she not heard Ollie's words earlier about her hair, she certainly would now be on her path to the Hufflepuff Common Room to get one of her hats for they would surely take hold of her hair.

Why she wouldn't go there, now that he was not nearby, she did not know for certain. Or better, she had no logical answer, for she was only rellying on the thought that he might be going there any time and, silly as it might sound, she wanted him to notice her, to walk to her, to sit next to her and to talk to her and she did not care one bit if he disturbed her. Nevertheless, she had to admit that fetching a hat was a quite attractive idea for she would not only get something that would stop her hair from moving, but she could also stop by the kitchens and get some pie. Well, the lessons had made her hungry.

It was during one of these times when she was putting the curls in the right place that she saw him. There he was, sitting motionless near the lake. She had been right. He had come too. How wouldn't he anyway when the sky looked so beautiful? That time of the day was the best one when it came to painting and she was certain he wouldn't want to miss the shift of colours.

Smiling to herself, Roísin couldn't help but stare at him, absolutely mesmerized, her paintbrush dead in mid-air, as she watched him draw.

OoC: Ahh… we have characters out of our control who are too shy/scared (?) to make a move. Oh dear oh my. XD First things first. I LOVE Quentin's low, quiet voice. I can hear it in my mind MRAWR:3 Secondly, I had too much fun writing this post :3

Eagerly, Mozzie nodded her head along as Inez babbled. Oh, how Mozzie knew the woes of parental control over animal allowance well. At home, her only pet was her ickle owl, Tiny Tot. There was no more room for anything else – there was no room for anything else with her four brothers and their two cats, snake and dog, and her mother’s cat. Her father put a firm foot down. There would be no room to squeeze in a bunny, even if she begged. (To be honest, Mozzie never got her way by begging.)

Now Mozzie was laughing, tipping her head back as she pictured a bunny rabbit-Inez, big floppy ears, large thumpy feet, with her and Quentin and Boo and Tristan and Ollie on leashes. The image got better when bunny-Inez reached down and rubbed her own foot. Oh, it was too good. Sitting there, giggling to herself, she could feel Tristan’s curious eyes on her.

“Of course you can bring the drinks!” crooned Mozzie, wiggling her hips as she danced around, leaping and pirouetting. Now she felt happy and excited, too. Inez was still babbling and Mozzie was tuning her out because her own babbles were building. “Dancing and pillows and blankets in the hallway with homework and music and fun and drinks. Do you think we can get Quentin to dance? He never dances.”

“Don’t force him to dance.”

“Why not? He never dances! Quentin has to dance, at least once! It’s… it’s like a rule or something. How come we’ve never seen him dance? Can he dance, Inez? Have you seen him dance?”

“Mozzie just…”

But Mozzie was already off and twirling Inez again. Giggling, she crooned happily, humming and prattling off about fluffy pillows and cookies and the House Elves donating snacks.

Tristan sighed, shaking his head. There she went again, being her usual Mozzie self. He had been waiting (reluctantly, mind) for her to return to her full, babbling self. Soon, he’d probably get to witness a Nolan-jumping-Mozzie-and-covering-her-mouth scene. Or so he could hope. Hehe.

A shadow passed over suddenly and he looked up to find that somehow, silently, Boo had appeared before them. She, too, didn’t seem fully herself. The bow tied in her hair with her scarf had something sparkly, but the sun hardly glinted off it. Her hair wasn’t perfectly groomed and she was still only in her uniform. Standing there, she looked like just some random tiny kid. Before he could speak, though, she opened her mouth.

“Do any of you know how to cut hair?”

Blink blink.

“What are you talking about, Boo?”

Mozzie froze, turning to eye Boo with wide eyes, her mouth gaping. “…cut… your hair?”

Boo nodded. “Mmmhm. I think I want to cut my hair,” she explained in a voice of nonchalance. “A pixie cut, you know? That cute one, with the little bangs and the front is long and curls under your chin and it gets shorter in the back? That’s what I want, I think. Something new. Cute. And springy.”

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Somebody was talking to him. That much Nolan was aware of, but anything else, he wasn’t entirely sure. A girl. He was sure. He was pretty sure at least. It wasn’t Quentin’s voice, because he wasn’t such a high pitched voice. Was it… who else was in the room? Had Arianna been in the room…? Thinking about it this much was a strain – staying awake was a strain. It was much easier to his mind shut down and wander back into sleep.

That fuzzy, enticing feeling of sleep. Ohm nom nom. Sleep, yay.

Then Quentin was speaking. Nolan was sure it was Quentin, because, though his eyes were closed, he saw Quentin standing up in a kilt. In his hand was a Monster with a lime green bendy straw and he was dancing around. Where did those rubber ducks come from? Quack quack.

“Mmmhmmm,” he sighed, his voice an octave higher and happy and gleeful as he curled tighter in the chair. Dylan protested with another mrowl, attempting to wiggle free, but stuck in his master’s arms. “Have fun with duckies” the boy mumbled, sounding as if he were intoxicated with sleep, words slurring into each other.

Quentin was saying something about Mozzie… what was he saying? Oh, if only they weren’t under water! The bubbles were in the way and Quentin’s words sounded all murky. Did Dylan have his bubble helmet on? Dylan didn’t like water and he didn’t have gills… Was Quentin wearing gills?

“’kay,” he mumbled. “She likes you too,” he murmured. Quentin said something about that, right? “Find Mozzie fun Ni’ni’.”

And with that, Nolan fully fell asleep.

OoC: LOL! Ooooh! And the way Tristan looks up through his lashes!!! Wasn't in this post but EEEEeeeeppp! And what's wrong with Boooo? It's so sad! -clings to her-
Ahahahaha! This post was BRILLIANT! LOL

An actual laugh was trying very hard to escape from Quentin's lips at this point. Again, it really wasn't very often that he got to see any of his friends like this. And Nolan, apparently dreaming on about duckies. Wow... He bit down on the inside of his cheek with the corners of his mouth turn up in a small smile that looked like it was trying to be hidden.

He shook his head to himself then turned to leave again. But Nolan hadn't finished yet. Quentin stopped, though didn't turn to look. She likes you too? What was he talking about..? That was completely out of no where and-- He was probably talking in a different sense. On top of that he was dreaming about only Merlin knows what.

Sigh.

Why did he even care so much? Pushing all the thoughts of Mozzie away for a bit he headed out trying to think of where his friends would be. He was thinking Great Hall or somewhere outside...

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Once again, Inez was at a loss as to what was so funny, but she giggled along with Mozzie anyways. She didn't want to look stupid or anything by just standing there, looking really confused... Oh poor Inez.

When Mozzie stopped laughing, Inez did too and continued to nod happily as all the thoughts and ideas for the big party came together in her mind. She didn't comment on any of it. It was just all coming too fast so she just grinned, an excited grin.

Then they were onto Quentin dancing some how... How did they get there so fast from pillows and DRINKS! Yummy, yummy driiiiiinks and bendy straws! But Quentin dancing?? He really hated dancing.... Even though--She giggled to herself. Inez knew a few things about Quentin and dancing...

"Quentin and dancing are like... like... peanut butter and snapples! They don't mix so well. He really hates it. Well publicly at least." Inez chimed in. "But I bet I could get him to!" She nodded. "Sure, I've seen him dance! I got him to a few times! He's real good! He even takes--" Her eyes quickly widened and she threw her hand over her mouth. That was a close one. It was one of the things that she promised she wouldn't tell anyone and normally she wasn't so good at keeping secrets. Especially ones that included Quentin attending dance lessons and classes each week when he's at home. But it was Quentin, after all. She couldn't just tell everyone!

Inez shoved that away back in her 'never to spoken' (or rather 'try really hard not to spill') section of her brain and took her hand from her mouth. She soon found herself laughing as Mozzie twirled her again and she almost tripped over her own feet. Go figure.

She stopped. "Booooo!" Nezzy squeeled, beaming. Clearly she didn't pick up on the oddity of Boo's demeanor. "Oh I can cut hair I think! I cut my cousins once!"

Suddenly, somehow Quentin had silently appeared a few feet behind Boo. "You don't want Inez to cut anyone's hair..." he muttered only getting a small confused look in return as he glanced at Inez.

As he listened, he had his head tilted to the side slightly. Boo... wanted to cut her hair? She had to be joking. That was so unlike her. And as though just cutting it wasn't enough, a pixie cut?? Now that was unlike her. Not that Quentin was an expert on hair or anything, but he had noticed that the more... preppy girls around school would sport that sort of style..

Had someone said something to her? He opened his mouth, but nothing ended up coming out. He couldn't really remember giving any kind of concerned talk to anyone other than Inez...

With a small glance in 'Nez's direction, he noted that she seemed completely lost. Half understandable. Just... Boo with a 'Pixie cut' wasn't really Boo anymore...

OoC: Ahh sorry! This sorta took me a while... I've been really buisy.

Gabe nodded. They sure did. Of course it did annoy him but hey that was their job and it would only make him work that much harder.

Yawning, he put the finishing touch on his Charms essay and rolled it up carefully. "Well it's been a rather tiresome day. I think I'll go to bed early." Gabe admitted, standing and stretching.

"See you all later in the morning. Night Arianna, Nolan." He said, nodding to them before heading in the direction of the boy's dormitory.

Arianna covered her mouth with her hand to stifle her laughter. Was Nolan always this weird? She had no idea. This was her first time interacting with the Ravenclaw and she had to admit she was quite amused by his actions. It seemed like he was dreaming and reacting to his dreams...outloud.

Looking over at Gabe, she raised an eyebrow, wanting to see his expression at this.

Arianna looked at Gabe and nodded. "Night!" It really was a good idea to go to bed now. She was extremely tired and knew she wouldn't finish her History of Magic reading tonight. Waving a goodbye to her new friend Gabe, she glanced over at Nolan who was still sleeping in the armchair.

Should she leave him there? Should she wake him up and suggest that he go back to the boy dormitory? Pulling out her wand from her robe pocket, she conjured up a blanket and placed it on top of Nolan. She really didn't want to wake him up and find out how his reaction would be to it. Gathering her stuff, she headed up to the girls dormitory stairs, ready to just collapse on the bed.

OoC: Heehee. Guuyyyys! It's only 5 pm =P -giggles-

Ahahhaa, Aaron. Oh man. Everyone dating -wheezes- Maybe only in the Slytherin Common Room. xD bwahahhahha!

Wow... Quentin... dancing. Hard as she tried, Mozzie couldn't see it in her mind. And she was trying hard! Knowing that Inez had at least seen him dance meaned it had happened before. There was proof. Someone had witnessed it. Fortunately, she was so busy trying to imagine this that she didn't even notice Inez's slip up. Her mind was preoccupied with attempted images of a dancing Quentin.

What did it look like? Was he stiff or flowy like her? Erratic like Boo or organized and smooth like Nolan? Did he do dancey things or was he calm? Ballroom? Waltz? The cha-cha? Seeing a cha-cha-ing Quentin in her mind made Mozzie squeak with giggles and have to clap her hand over her mouth.

She would give all the sugar sticks in the world to see that.

Slipping her hand into her pocket, she withdrew a chocolate frog, eyeing Boo and her long, straight hair.

"You can cut hair?" Mozzie had asked, shocked. That, she couldn't believe!

Which was good. Because Quentin confirmed that she couldn't.

Oh! Quentin. "Where did you come from?" she asked, tipping her head to the side and grinning. "We've been waiting for you. Ehm. Have you seen Nollie...?"

Tristan rubbed the bridge of his nose, eyeing Inez for a breif moment. If she attempted to cut hair, he decided, Boo would lookk like a monster. A short haired, sesame street monster with messy hair or something. Much as the idea amsued him, he knew Boo would greatly hate it. Smirking lightly, he could see her yelling and fuming and throwing things around. How much that would suck...

Curiously, he leant back a little, dangerously nearing the water spouting from the fountain. He could actually see Mozzie in a pixie cut. It fit her, he thought. Tiny body, big eyes, the hair would frame her face nicely and look good. Nodding slowly, he contemplated whether it would wind up being him to cut her hair. But he wouldn't admit he knew how unless anyone else did.

"Decided for an image change, eh, Boo?" he asked, his voice, as usual, quiet.

Boo nodded.

"I'm tired of this. It's boring and unhappy and not peppy and... I want something bouncy and light that looks cool. I might get streaks or something later. Donno. But I do know I need something new.

Without any more said, she headed straight for Tristan and crawled up into his lap, curling up and resting her head against his chest as he wrapped his arms around her.

Inez continued to stare at Quentin for a moment, her brows knitted together in what looked like irritated confusion. "Yes. I cannnn! Again, I cut my cousin's hair and I even used a book to help!"

Quentin sighed. "No Inez.. it wasn't a book. It was a magazine artical titled, 'Dumber than a Box of Hair'." He reminded her in a soft, sympathetic mutter. She had taken the picture of the scissors and newly cut hair as instructions on exactly what to do. It didn't sit so well with her cousin in the end. Though that did leave a person wondering how many clowns short the girl was of a circus herself--believing that 'Nez could cut hair like any professional.

She stuck a thin pointer finger up in the air. "Haaaiire!" Sang Inez. "Box of hair. It was helpful.."

He looked at her for a moment then finally just smiled, raking his fingers through his dark, moppy hair. "I'm sure it was.." He really wasn't in the mood to comfort a pouty Inez.

As Mozzie spoke, his attention was quickly, and rather easily, torn from Nezzy. He felt another small crooked smile cross his lips for a short moment--gone by any of them blinked twice. In the end, it was replaced with a smirk as he thought about Nolan, snuggled up in the common room with Dylan and dreaming about duckies. "Yeah. He was taking a.. nap in the common room," he answered.

Inez was off in her own world, evidenced by her stares off into the pouring water from the fountain. She blinked. "If my butt were stuck to a chair, would you help me out of it?" she finally asked, though not to anyone really in particular. She just sort of looked around at them all.

Quentin's own thoughts went back and forth from Mozzie to Boo and her new ideas of a hair cut. No one else seemed too worried about the new wish. Maybe she really did just want a change. That was cool... As long as Inez stayed as far away from it as possible.

"I'm... sure it'll look great, Boo." He finally muttered, in his best attempt to be supportive. He glanced down for a moment, scratching the back of his head. Supportive wasn't him either. He could be when needed (like when Inez had her 'dark days'), but other than that... Not so much.

Melissa Bruns really wasn't excited about her classes being over. They had been a nice escape from the students at school. Mellie enjoyed sitting through classes; she enjoyed entertaining her mind with something other than the mindless chatter and gossip she usually had to endure.

Clutching her books across her chest, Mellie walked swiftly out to the lake. She was going to start on her homework right away. The Hufflepuff had never been overly bright naturally, so she worked very hard for her good marks.

Once the fifth year found a broad, shady tree, she took a seat and opened to the beginning of her Charms book. The girl was reading quite intently; she wasn't even aware of the couples (and one certain single boy) also spending spare time at the lake.

Brows turned down at the sides, Boo stared at Inez in a mixture of confused amusement. Though they were best friends, sometimes she just could not process the way her mind worked. It seemed that Quentin had easily ignored her question, but Boo could just not move past it. How ludicrous it was baffled her completely.

“Inez. What in the name of Merlin’s saggy pants are you talking about?” she demanded. “Sometimes you think the strangest things, d’you know that? Now and then, I wonder what goes on in your brain.” And then she remembers that she’d rather not venture in there…

Turning to Quentin, she nodded and flicked a strand of her hair. It had gotten long and boring and plain, and surely a pixie-cut would look better and therefore make her feel perkier. Besides, it was a cute cut and Boo was cute and thusly needed something cute to match. It would be horrible for her plain hair to bring down her cuteness factor…

“Thank you, Quentin. I’m sure it will look fab.” Of course.

Mozzie, however, was far too busy trying to imagine Nolan curled up in the arm chair. He didn’t usually nap in front of people – he had a nasty habit of talking in his sleep. She could remember such moments from their childhood. When he was young, Nolan would fall asleep when he’d stay over at Mozzie’s for the day. Her bean bag chair had been a favorite sleeping place of his. And, strangely enough, the cats loved to curl up with him. So, yes, it was very easy for her to picture Nolan sleeping in the Common Room with Dylan.

How sad she was to see that crooked smile go! For some reason, his smiles were always so rare and when they did make an appearance, they were always such short appearances. Mozzie liked to think that Quentin’s smiles always brightened him up some. Alas, they never stuck around, and his smirks certainly never did him justice. As she contemplated this, looking at him, her head tipped to the side in curiosity, unaware that she was dazedly staring.

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My, my. The lake was becoming popular.

When Ollie glanced up from his sketching, he noticed that not only was Roisin a companion of him, now, but two more students had joined, as well as the scattering of younger students who tended to frequent the lake. Sighing, he realized, his attention was being divided and now he wouldn't have the attention, focus, or patience to complete his piece. For a moment, he instead leant back, propped up by his arms and tipped his face to the sky, eyeing the grey clouds warily. Alas. He could only hope the sun would be out enough for the sunset. How badly he wanted to try out that color. That gorgeous, golden, coppery, red, brilliant, brilliant red color of Roisin's sun kissed hair.

For a moment, a sloppy smile crossed his