John left the entrance hall and onto the floor that had the Hufflepuff Dormantory on. He was still crying but at least no one had stopped to ask him what was wrong with him. He had no idea how he would respond to that, at the minute he didn't know how he would respond to anyone. He hoped that no one had followed him from the lakeside to here as at the minute he didn't want to talk to anyone. He looked to see which way the Hufflepuff common room was and when he saw the way he started to walk in that direction.

Damina entered the Kitchen corridor and followed his nose. "Mmhhh. Thant smells nice." whispered he.

Jack ran out of the common room and along the corridor, why was it always him?

Cadence decided it would probably be a good idea to go and find Jack as she had been the one to upset him this time. She walked into the corridor and found him standing there. Jack... she said soothingly. I didn't mean to upset you. You're right, you probably do know John much better than I do, but I also know that people do really stupid things when they're going through a hard time, like getting in an arguement with someone's girlfriend over something as petty as holding a friend's hand, she said with a slight smile. Look, I really think you should just talk to him about it, people don't always think rationally, ya know? Especially people who have been through as much as you and John have. She waited for moment for this to sink in. Can we be friends? Please? she said, opening her arms as if waiting for a hug.

Cela pulled Copernicus along, skating quite fast as they reached the kitchen level corridor and still levitating her stuff just because she could. "The Hufflepuff common room is down here. And the kitchens.... juuuuuust... here!" Cela skidded to a stop in front of the entrance to the kitchens, swinging Copernicus hand for a few moments before lifting it and using his hand to tickle the pear.

It was possible to die by combustion of the face. He was absolutely certain of it. If Cela had spent less time running and more time watching him, she'd realize that he'd had about six nervous breakdowns on the way down, all while she held his hand. Girl. Holding. His. Hand.

"Why am I..." The pear giggled and the door to the kitchen opened. "Ohhhh. Clever."

Jack turned "Even if you didn't mean to, you did, I've known John all my life, I am not being stupid, I was trying to be nice and he started being rude!" Jack told her "Why should I talk to him about it? He was being stupid, not me" Jack said angrily, then at her next sentence, he softened up a bit "Ok, we can be friends" he gave her a hug, his first thought was Sak.

She hugged him back briefly. Alright, I suppose you don't have to talk to John if you don't want. I have to go. I'm supposed to meet some people for lunch. I will talk to you later Jack! she smiled at him warmly before walking down the corridor toward the stairs.

Jack sighed "Ok then, bye" he waved, returning the smile briefly, he walked up to Dumont's office.

Garret crept out of the Hufflepuff Common Room towards the corridor with the paintings of food. He had a rather well-read copy of Witch Weekly tucked under his robes as he tried to get to the kitchen, running from shadow to shadow so he wouldn't be seen.

While sitting in bed, working his way through a bag of Bertie Bott's Every Flavour Beans and re-reading his favourite editions of his favourite magazine (with curtains drawn, because nobody needed to see that!), he'd realized exactly what he could do as an apology to Cela and Daphne.

He got to the painting with the fruit bowl and quickly tickled the pear. He had stumbled across this place last term and it was now one of his favourite places in the whole castle. The pear giggled (a little too loudly for his stealthy intentions) and turned into a door which Garret quickly disappeared through.

On her way down the several, several, several stairs, Daphne had done and re-done her braids about three times. Not to mention repositioned her bangs form side to side to finally allowing them rest pinned back down the middle, as they had originally been.

Finally, she had come to stand before the painted fruit bowl. Turning her torso slightly, Daphne glared at the pear suspiciously over her shoulder, golden waves cascading over her shoulders and down her front. Really, what was Crocker planning? This had better not be another ambush!

If he thought he could rope her into one of his crazy ideas again, like last term with the charmed cushion and staircase incident--well, he had another thing coming!

Reaching out, she tickled the pear viciously, almost like she was torturing the oil based fruit into giggling to death. The painting swung open granting her access and Daphne gave herself one last look in the nearest mirror, frowning at her warped features before stepping through.

Garret came crashing through the secret door, cake in hand like he was trying to keep hold of a Quaffle. He considered letting the door slam shut behind him, at least if would give him a bit of a head start over Daphne, which would give him five, ten minutes at most to explain everything to Cela and beg her to help him get out of this mess.

But good breeding (despite what Daphne believed about him being raised by Bugbears) prevented him from doing that, even to his unwanted... girlfriend.

He made a face to the empty corridor at the thought while he waited at the open door for Daphne to catch up.

If she didn't have a conscience, she would trip him now but that would result in a complicated situation. If he fell, she'd have to stop and feel obligated to ask him about his well being, along with consoling him about his ruined proposal cake.

Left without any other options, Daphne began speed walking, in hopes it didn't seem too obvious that she was attempting to leave him behind.

Garret let the door slam behind him and transform back into a wall panel. He took after Daphne, his long strides catching up to her easily as he tried to balance the cake, "So, where d'you think she is?"

"I don't know," replied Daphne turning a corner. And If I knew, I wouldn't tell you.

Jack walked down the corridor, again, it was getting to him, all this threatening stuff, he hated Kayla, and she seemed to be everywhere, glancing around him warily, Jack decided to lean against the wall, putting off entering the common room for a while.

It was as though a banshee was set on the loose. The small boy's hollers could be heard from two floors away as he ran around, his hands in the air as if he had seen a monster. In fact, he had seen none. The reason for this act of his was all in fun and games.

Willie just liked the expression on people's faces when they saw him screaming as if he were scared. It was so much fun.

Jack stared at the boy who looked deranged "Erm... Excuse me, are you ok?" he asked curiously, not scared, no, not Jack Mosier, he was curious

Willie quickly stopped as if he were a car suddenly hitting on its brakes. Standing on the tip of his toes, he looked at the boy who he had had an issue with before, tilted his head and stared at him with owl eyes.

"Watchu talkin' 'bot, eh?'

Jack wanted to laugh at the accent "You seem.. hyper" he commented "I was wondering if you were ok, and if you could give me tips on how to get so hyper" Jack laughed a little

Merrily whistling Tschikovsky's Symphony No. 6 Pathetique, Keefer skipped out of the common room on his way to the library. He stopped near Jack and Willie, unsure of what exactly was going on. "Greetings and salutations, my fellow housemates!" he said on his way past. Repositioning his bookbag on his shoulders, he resumed his journey to the library.

Jack turned towards the voice "Er.. hi" he smiled before turning back to Willie

Shana was wondering around school again.She found herself at the kitchen corridor.She lent against the wall.Incase Lima or Jake or someone else came out of their common room and she could talk to them.She waited,And waited and did the same for about 10 minutes.She sighed and began to look in her bag.

If Willie could tilt his head even more, it would be falling off his shoulders. "Eeeeh?! Hyper? I dunno whatchu talkin' 'bout, mate. Ye mutht be thinkin' of thome kinda thickness, ehhh?" The small boy grinned placing both his hands on the back of his head.

He raised his brow at the passing boy who greeted them both in an odd fashion. "Errr... What'th ith problem, eh? 'E lookth like ith knickerth 're in ee twitht." But before Jack could reply, he spotted a Slytherin leaning against the wall. What was a Slytherin doing here?

"OOIIIII!! Kitchen'th on yer left if yer lotht!" He hollered at her, hands still behind his back.