OoC: Hey. Ashlie---let me invade. Apologies in advance.

Sigh.

This was impossible. Why was it like this? No matter how hard she tried, even through all this years, it just wouldn't get through her head. Shutting the textbook rashly, the pale girl snarled.

"Bloody History of Magic," was her utterance. "Who needs it anyways?"

Annoyed and frustrated she began patting her robes, her destination had been the water fountain but having seen it crowded from afar she decided that a shady tree was a good enough spot to inflate her brain with nonsensical dates and names.

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Jose artfully avoided the scary girl by the tree and squinted at the crowd at the water fountain, she recognized several people from a distance by how they looked.

She recognized Mozzie by the unworldly screech in her voice when she became excited.

God bless her. Idly she stood, pushing Rodolfo aside. "Go back. Back I say!"

It was now Ollie’s turn for the flushing. Both cheeks tinged a light pink color as he kept his eyes on the clouds above him, though a teeny, tiny little smile twitched at the corner of his lips for a brief second. No matter how many times anyone would compliment him, Ollie continued to remain utterly modest and easily abashed. Even with the numerous girlfriends he had dated, Ollie would always flush at a compliment in whatever form it came.

Ollie was pretty certain this was a compliment.

“Ehm,” came his reply. For a moment, nothing followed the sound of him clearing his throat and attempting to find words. Was that a compliment? After all, she’d only said she looked at his hair that way. In that… she examined all the colors and the way the sunlight danced off it… Right, right. If it wasn’t a compliment, the girl would have had to have a warped sense of dissing.

Because he could think of no way to reply to that, he merely asked, “You look at my hair?”

Girls liked Ollie’s hair. Mozzie had told him of the intense urges to bat his hair that she fought of. Girlfriends had loved to play with his hair and curl the silky locks round their fingers. He should have been shocked by Roísin’s interest in his hair, he was well aware. Interest in his hair was natural to the XX chromosome.

“Really, you ought to pay more attentions to all colors,” he moved on to say, carrying on their previous conversation. Nobody ever said he was a great small-talk conversationalist. “There’s a lot of colors in the world, if anyone would stop to examine them.” Raising his hand, pointing at the clouds in the sky, he gently nudged her with the arm resting between them. “See that? Can you see the lavender up there? Who would expect to see such a pretty, purple color up there in the middle of the building of thunder storm clouds?”

Maybe, the next time the sun decided to shine, he would have to show her the different colors in the forest and the grass. Teach her to the see the things that weren’t visible to the naked eye – to dig below the surface. Perhaps he could become her art sensei!

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Only one student in all of Hogwarts had that thick accent.

“Hey! Jose! You get over here!” Mozzie called as she found the short girl off in the distance. Also off in the distance, beneath a tree, looked like the Ice Queen and for that, Mozzie shot Boo a furtive glance, willing her to not notice. Granted, Zazu would never dare come near them, especially with Boo there. Neither girl got along well.

“C’mon now! The pig will follow!”

Er. Maybe. Rodolfo didn’t seem to be the best of behaved pets. What more did one accept from a pig, anyway?

“Right,” said Boo. “I’m leaving, then. Good luck Hugo.” The tiny girl cast a smirk towards Hugo who Mozzie hadn’t seemed to have realized had shown up. With a little saunter in her hips, spirits picked up by the prospect of being able to get a hair cut. A nice cute cut that would keep her adorable looks and put her back into her good mood.

Fortunately for her (or maybe for the Black Widow), Boo turned and sauntered the direction opposite of the tree she sat beneath. For now, there wouldn’t be any vicious words (from Boo) slung round (to the Black Widow). The sixteen year old wasn’t in the mood for any fights, anyway.

Not a lot of conversation options follow someone admitting that they examine all the colors in your hair. One could follow the vain route and discuss how they too have examined the colours of their own hair, however, Ollie was not the vain sort. Another pathway could be to remain in modest silence, which Ollie often did but greatly hindered the conversation aspect. Though, he supposed, it might be possible to create a conversation that didn't make him sound like a vain creature, which would be fine by him. Either silence or conversation; he liked both and wouldn't so much mind the silence, anyway.

For a few minutes he remained in silence beside the girl. They were an odd pair, he had decided. Not odd for each other, but odd in who they were. He was the heartbreak King (as in, heartbroken, not heartbreaker) who lived in a perpetual daydream and was constantly constructing story ideas in his mind. Rain made him weepy and romance was what he thrived for. Sometimes, his friends called him outdated or jaded.

The girl beside him was unconventional, no matter the world she chose to live in, be it wizarding or muggle. Attire that fit neither world and hair that the sun god itself seemed to have kissed, and hats seemed to be an often donned accessory. Quite often, her face was red and she seemed to be almost out of worldly - or at least not of this time. Maybe they each were born to the incorrect time periods.

This was, perhaps, the reason he felt comfortable laying here beside this Hufflepuff girl that he honestly knew little of. Granted, strangers didn't often move Ollie from his comfort zone (with the sole exception of Mozzie and her friends, for they could terrify anyone), but this moment especially felt comfortable, because he knew Roísin was, like him, an artist, a connoisseur of the finer things in life, and the details of beauty. Perhaps she, too, was a dreamer?

"What's it look like?" he finally asked after many minutes of silence. His voice was soft and quiet, almost a mumur and he felt a certainty that she would hear him. "My hair, I mean. The colors - what kind of colors has it in it?"

What did Roísin see when she looked at his hair?

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"Hissy fit?" scoffed Mozzie, sitting back down beside Tristan and glancing over Inez and Quentin. "No one's throwing a hissy fit - you're just moving too slow for my fast paced life." Her tease was left with a grin and she tugged on her leg warmers before zipping up her hooded jacket.

"Geeeze, it's getting chilly," she muttered as darker clouds rolled in through the sky, their ominous threat growing more and more suspicious. Another rain storm. Alas. This time, they'd be inside, though! Hurrah, hurrah!

Pushing Rodolfo further along, Josefina joined the crowd reluctantly. It was only when her nose was tickled by the scent of an impending rain that she smiled. "Tormenta!" She exclaimed next to Mozzie (missing her ear by less than an inch--on purpose) with a wicked smile. "I wonder if El Diablo would like another little expedition..."

Raising a thick brow she thought about what she had just said outloud. Perhaps it was best to be quiet. Were the fangirls within earshot?

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Ending her search for those hard sour candies, Zazu threw her head back and cursed loudly. She'd fail her exams for sure if she didn't do something about her inability to absorb history. Casting a sideways glance at the party at the fountain she spotted that familiar ever present male youth.

Brows furrowing in deep thought, she contemplated her faith. Surely, Storme wouldn't mind helping a fellow student--no?

"Knowing him he'd torture me to the ends of time and earth," she muttered flipping pointlessly through pages. "And flash that stupidly handsome crooked smile and say 'Her majesty is asking favors from a peasant?' yadda yadda stupid pretty face."

Her ramblings continued even as she stood up and used the textbook to dust the back of her skirt, trying to make sure she at least looked respectable. There were so many people around. But it would rain soon and he'd have to pass by the tree to go to the castle, no?

Perfect, she'd just linger behind the tree trunk and ambush him before anyone noticed.

Of course, it didn't occur to Zazu Donovan that her sinister plan had so many holes in it that it was resembling a piece of swiss cheese. That must have been due to the fact that Zazu wasn't particularly fond of swiss cheese.

OoC: Sorry, sorrrrrrry! Grounded...

Inez tilted her head to the side with a confused look. What in Merlin's beard was she talking about..? Oh, oh wait.. It was totally coming to her! Oop, no. It's gone. "Oh, zip!" she told her, confident that that was the correct answer. It almost came automatically. "Well at least that's what I've heard goes through my head! Or was it zot...." She trailed off for a moment, the thought seriously troubling her for a short while. Finally there was a shrug and she continued. "I don't get it though. What does a zipper have to do with my noggen..?" She asked with a small giggle and tapping her head a couple times with her pointer finger.

Quentin didn't say anything, but raised an amused eyebrow. She got that kind of thing a lot sometimes, but it was always comforting to know that it wouldn't usually bother her... As long as she stayed her usual Inez self.

He looked over at Boo again and gave a small smile and nodded. Polite thing to do.. Yeah?

Nezzy, however, was off in her own little world by now staring at her bag. She looked at it in different directions then set it down again. "I still have my bag!" She said, scrunching her brows together and placing her hands on her lips.

Thank you Captain Obvious. "Uhh... I'm sorry?" He ran his fingers through his hair again before adding, "Do you wanna put it back in a bit 'Nez?" When he got a nod he gave a short, "'Kay".

His attention was soon back on Mozzie. She was still starring at him... Awkwardly he gave her a random smile, not knowing what else to do.

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A pout made it's way on Inez's face as Boo sauntered off. That was so short! In and out. But the bitter look couldn't last too long. "Oh hiya Hugo!!!" She said with a big wave as though he was yards away.

But then another person came. "Oooo hi Jose!" And after that she was totally lost. There was a pig! She thought her pug was cool but a pig was freaking awesome. It just blowed her mind. Whoa. But she was just overly confused now which made her bored... Sigh.

Quentin nodded his hellos to Jose and Hugo. Gah why did his friends have to be so... liked by everyone? Okay, not everyone. His eyes wandered to Zazu. She wasn't a big fan of most of them. That being-- excluding Tristan. Yet another fan girl! Though different.

Before he knew it, the confused and getting bored Inez bumped into his side. He glanced down at her and shot her a smile as she leaned in and gave a worried look up at the sky. Gently, he set an arm around her slim shoulders.

"It's coooold! And Mozzie says it's gonna rain!" A disgusted look crossed her face. "Yuck."

ooc: SORRY! >.< *hides face* ... LOL. But guess what ... It's RAINING OUTSIDE! xD [/random]

Grace had absolutely no idea what was going on around her. She only knew that she was surrounded by people and she was at the water fountain. There was too much chatter around her and she didn't know where to concentrate. Ack. The girl was lost in her own crowd.

That was when she heard Inez mention rain. Rain? Throwing a glance up at the high Heavens, the girl nodded. Yup. Mozzie was right. It was going to rain. Although she loved the rain, she was in no mood to get wet again. After last night, she was sure the rain had tampered with her brain in some way ... not that it was normal to begin with, but it had gone crazier. Therefore, Grace was now planning on avoiding the rain in general. Especially avoiding it when Taylor was around.

The rain did things to her. It was unhealthy.

"If it rains, I am going in." She said aloud to nobody in particular.

ooc: As for me. School. 'Nuff said. D: Oh. And I apologize if I'm at the wrong place. I couldn't read everything.

And Hugo is hot. LOLOL. Just as I imagined him. :p Georgie Porgie. Eeek.

Georgie lifted her head from the book she had been reading for about... 2 hours?! She looked at her watch with wide eyes and groaned. It seemed that she had fallen asleep while she was reading the History of Magic book. Bleh. She quickly passed her hand over it to remove the 'stain' which she convinced herself was sweat. It was hot and dark inside the girl's dorm anyway. Hehe. She stood up from the bed and stretched as she proceeded down the Common Room and beyond to look for the others.

Finally reaching the water fountain, she recognized several faces and a few new additions. It was the posse of cool kids. Muaha! "Guuuys!" She bounced over to them with a wide grin on her face. She stopped just a few inches from them and smirked up at the sky, wrapping her own arms around her. "Hmm. Inez is right," she commented, just as she heard the girl speak. "It's getting cold out. And I was just about to ask you what you guys were doing here," she giggled. "Oh! Oh! Josieee!" Josie was just the way she liked to pronounce it as she waved vigorously at the girl and her pet. "And where does Boo think she's going?" She pouted, moving over to Mozzie and looked around. Hmph. Well? She was missing a lot of things for falling asleep while studying.

Eek. And there was Hugo again, whom she timidly waved to, or rather wiggled her fingers over to. Heehee.

Cleo glanced sideways. Someone was making a terrible noise nearby. Her eyes flickered around, and eventually landed on a girl, sitting under a tree. She seemed to be in some distress. Eeeep. She was cursing and sort of...flailing. Maybe she was having a fit. Okay, okay, okay. What was she supposed to do if a student was having a fit?

AAAAAAH.

Oh. She seemed...almost alright. She was dusting her behind with a book, so surely that was a good sign. Cleo decided to leave her alone, but she chanced flashing a small smile at the girl. She looked rather lonely...

Hugo was perching on the edge of the fountain. Most of the kids including Storme were chattering, but he just sort of sat there. Staring at the water. And tried not to be eaten or pushed in by Mozzie. But it appeared she hadn't ACUALLY noticed him. Which was a good thing in a way, becuaes it meant she couldn't threaten to make him feel her 'wrath'. Or whatever it was. He noticed Boo wander off, and waved. "See ya Boo." He liked Boo. She didn't scare him, and she seemed nice enough.

Now there was the person he'd been waiting to see. Hugo sat up straight, and almost fell into the fountain. Pushing a strand of honey coloured hair aside, he grinned at Georgie. Eeee. She was just way too cute when she did that little finger waggle. He waggled his fingers back, and resisted the urge to waggle his eyebrows too.

Ooc: Cuz I just beeen bad.

"No You are not, I have an Umberalla," He grinned, opening it and putting it up her.

He had an Umberalla. Oh Yes. Taylor was prepared for it. The moment, He noticed the slight drizzle from teh RavenClaw Tower, He wanted to go in the rain again. The cold was gone and Taylor was read for another trip round the grounds if it rained and He had noticed Grace sitting by the Water Fountain.

So the tiny Barin cells in his head suggested: Umberalla.

OoC: Sorry for such a long wait for a reply. Note to self: KEEP UP WITH OWN RP BETTER! Haha.

Why couldn’t Mozzie and her friends understand the beautiful simplicity of this? Of silence and all the wonders it held. In the far off distance was the song of late-summer insects, singing for whatever their minis