A second before he sat down, Lena's eyes had fluttered closed for a few seconds as she drifted, but she sat straight up as he sat down beside her, her eyes open wide. Omigosh, I'm so sorry about that, she said, chuckling and running a hand through her dark curls as she stifled a yawn. I don't know what's gotten into me lately.

Helena rolled her bright blue eyes as she grinned and punched him lightly in the arm. Hey! I'm just 'one' of your many girls, then? She shook her head still smiling, half wondering what had possessed her to allow herself to fall asleep. Then she realized Chalice had just left, and it was far to late to say goodbye unless she wanted to talk to the door.

"Alright." Chris said. "Having a little sister isn't so bad either." He said and also laughed. "So poetry is sort of like writing a song. And you aren't going to tell me writing a song is geeky." He said. "Yeah come by any time. Oh and I would laugh to see those pictures." He told her and smiled slighty.

"Oh don't worry it's not a probably." Chris said and laughed slightly.
"It is actaully late." He said and looked at his watch."Hey. Ouch!" He said teasing her. "Now what was that for? And not you aren't just one of my many girls." He told her.

Helena chuckled, Well, thanks, in reference to calling her 'not just one of his many girls', and, still chuckling, she said, It's still Pick On Chris Day - no matter how late it is! She grinned, but sighed quickly after before she sank back into the couch once more. She didn't think she had ever been more tired, and she had next to no reason!

"No problem." Chris said and laughed slightly. He then put his head back and groanded. "I don't what it to be pick on Chris day." He said whinning in a teasing way.

Hearing his sudden change in tone quite obviously, Helena, instead of sitting back up again, simply turned to face him, propping her head up with her hand (elbow resting on the back cushion of the couch) and smiled. Do you know another Chris? He could divert my attention from you.... maybe, she finished the thought easily then shrugged, But I doubt it, and grinned.

Chris turned his head and looked at Lena. "Well actually yes I do know another Chris. Who is also in Gryffindor, but he's a Fourth year." He told her and shrugged. As he slouhed down more into the couch. "Could he?" He asked. He then snaped his fingers together. "Darn it." He said and laughed.

Helena laughed and dropped her head back to the cushion once more, turning so she was looking at the cavernous ceiling. Your house is lovely, she said after a few minutes of strikingly un-awkward silence between them.

Chris sat in the silence between the two of them for them completely fine. He then heard Lena say it was a nice house. "Yeah it is nice. I wouldn't want to grow up anywhere else." He told her in a soft voice. He then looked at her and smiled slightly

Helena smiled, wishing evermore that she had her own home to go to. She sighed slightly and glanced over at Chris - whom she immediately noticed was looking at her. Her smile reappeared again as she turned the tables. What are you thinking? She didn't even have to stifle a laugh because she was sort of serious. It was an endearing question.

Chris heard Lena's question. His head was just full at the moment. He was thinking of Melinda and when he would see her again. Of Chalice, hoping everything went ok with her dad. And even Lena what she was going to do with not having a place to stay. Where would she stay? "A lot of things." He told her. "But do you know where you are going to stay tonight?" He asked her.

Helena's small smile remained at first then turned into a slight frown, her eyes hovering between light purple and gray. She hadn't really been thinking of that while she was here; it seemed to have melted from her thoughts with the oddly happy atmosphere. It made her think of the few personal things she had from home - all of which were being held for her at the local library. Finally, she said, I'm not sure yet, probably the local inn near my old house. She shrugged slightly, not feeling very concerned about it. There were more important things than having a place to stay. Why do you ask? Helena questioned, her eyes reflecting the curiosity in her voice by a pale gray color.

Chris shrugged slightly. "Umm I don't know. I just wouldn't want you to stay on the street or anything." He told Lena. But then noticed her eye changing colors again."Have you ever really figured out why that happens?" He asked talking about the color change.

Oh, she replied in response to his question, her eyes drifting away again - until his next question. At this, Helena looked a little surprised, but she managed to smile shortly after this. I'm thinking that mine and my mother's theory was right more and more every day. I've been having people tell me when it happens, and I already have a few things that I know are true. She shrugged slightly, it wasn't a big deal to her.

Chris nodded though he still looked at her eyes. He still-after knowing for awile-thought it was cool that somebody's eyes could actaully do that. "So you do think it has to do with your mood?" He asked. "But have you figuered out what each color means?" He asked and stopped staring into Lena's eyes.

Helena shrugged again, slightly, having fully kicked the habit of sighing too much. Not every single color, but a few, yeah. She didn't find it odd that he was staring into her eyes; instead, she went on, Light brown is usually confused - dark is calm. Dark purple is definitely excited, and I think I figured out last year that this dark, murky sort of stormy gray color was frustrated. And then there's the normal happy blue. She shrugged for a third time and smiled. I'm still working on it.

"Yeah ok so now all I have to do is remember what each color means. And then I will know how you are feeling." Chris said and chuckled. "Although I still think it's cool. Like it is awsome to be talking to you and then your eyes just change colors." He told Lena and nodded. But then laughed at how dorky he sounded.

Helena smiled - even laughing for a brief moment - before she gave one last homey gaze around, secretly wishing she didn't have to say what she was about to. Well, I should probably be going. Aside from having intruded quite enough for one day, I'll need to catch the last train to town before the station closes for the night. She stood up, still smiling, her eyes a light purple - just happening to be a color she didn't know about.

Chris heard Lena say she should go. "Yeah it's getting kind of late." He told her. "How about I walk you to the door." He said to her standing up. He stood waiting for her answer.

Helena smiled, knowing full well she didn't deserve it, but glad all the same. Sure, she said, smiling, while her eyes turned to a sea-colored blue green. It was an odd-but-pretty color that had never come across them before. Unknowing, she walked slowly but steadily to the door and opened it when they arrived. She didn't just leave, though. Lena turned back around to look at Chris, unsure of exactly what to say.

Chris followed Lena to the door. He then also turned to face her. "Umm so I guess I will see you on the train. Or at the feast. Or something." He said with a smile on his face. He was leaning up to the wall with his hands in his pockets. He knuckle slightly hurt from the big brusie on his right hand.

Helena smiled and nodded as it started to rain lightly behind her. Yeah, definitely. One way or another, she shrugged slightly and then laughed. We'll probably have some classes together again, too, don't forget. But I'm certain we'll see each other before then. Thanks for not minding me coming over for a bit. One side of her mouth tweaked up more than the other, though she was still smiling. See you later Chris. She and her blue eyes turned, and, upon seeing the rain, her smile widened more and her eyes became chocolaty brown as she set off to town through the rain.

Chris nodded. "Totally." He said. "Don't worry I won't. But yeah I'm sure we have some together." He said. "Yeah I mean we will like have to see each other before then. No problem come by anytime." He said to her with a smile. "See ya Lena." He said as she walked out. He shut the door behind her. He sighed slighty. God that was a weird day. He shook his head slightly and walked back to the living room. He then picked up his guitar. He just couldn't get all of his thoughts straight. He sat there just staring at nothing.

Meek, an average size female owl landed right on the edge of a window, enough for the boy inside and closer to see her. Attatched to her leg was a small roll of parchment and across there was a slight but readable writing: Chris Kaplan.

Inside, for the person addressed to for reading it was this note:

The owl prayed for food and water. How about...you attend him?

Chris was laying on his bed, actaully reading on of his books for the new term. He stopped when he thought he heard something outside the window. He looked and found an owl, he didn't know how but he thought he knew the owl. He got up and went to the window opening it. The owl went straight to his bed. He turned and walked over to it untieing the note, but before he read it he saw it wanted water and food. He went and took his own owl out of the cage putting Ricky on his shoulder knowing he would stay. Chris put his arm out and the other owl came, he put it in the cage with food and water, then locking the cage making sure it didn't fly out or something.

Chris picked the note back up. He sat down on the floor Ricky still on his shoulder. As he read the note a smile spread arcoss his face. He picked up a peice of parchment and quill. Then wrote...

He went back to Meek.(Finally remembering her name) She looked alright to get sent back. He quickly and slightly wrote Melinda Black He tied the note and reopened the window, Meek went back out and he watched before shutting the window and put Ricky back in his cage. He then reopened the book on his bed but was still smiling.

Meek was just thankful the boy had taken care of her for the few moments she was around his room. Although inside a cage...but it was just precaution, of course.

And so, she left inside the cage this little bottle of potion. It is supposed to kill the pain and get rid of the huge bruise the boy had on his hand. Another little note said.

And Meek left, right back to Greece...where Melinda stayed on a vacation from her grandmother along with some of her only friends at Marseilles.