It was quiet here. Quiet, uncrowded and all around deserted save for the statues of fully decked out armor that were strategically placed everywhere. Perhaps that's why he chose here to wander and be alone in his thoughts. Or rather, as alone as one could get. After about the fifth lap around the place, the suits didn't really seem to be as inanimate as they were upon entering, and it was by no means a challenge to be able to imagine eyes following each and every movement.

In all honesty, it was a little disturbing. Perhaps this was the reason why the place was empty.

Brielle was not one to admit when she was wrong or in trouble.

And being lost fell into that category, however it was just getting ridiculous. The French Girl had been wandering the halls for about an hour now. She knew most other levels of by heart, but the Third Floor she hadn't spent much time on.

Walking through and open door Brielle came across a room full of steal men, a mass of suits of armour. There was no way they could tell her how to get back to the Hufflepuff Commonroom.

However the dark-haired boy standing in the center of the room could.
"Excuse Moi, Je suis perdu" - Gah - "I am lost! Sorry, I am French after all!"

There was a difference between being in a room of non-moving humanoids for at least an hour and beginning to feel as if eyes were on him, compared to actually having eyes on him. At first, as silly as it sounded (though portraits did move so it wasn't that strange), he thought one of the pieces of armor had spoken and he spun. Well, more of jumped a good half-foot in the air and spun, nearly knocking down a set of armor.

Stumbling to the side a few steps and snapping his hands out to the armor to ensure it wouldn't wobble and fall, he had to direct his attention to it, glaring at it with force of will to keep it steady. When it seemed as if nothing would clatter to the ground like dropped pots and pans, he blinked over at where the voice had come from. Definitely human.

"Hi...." French? A Beauxbatons student perhaps? Or maybe just a French student in Hogwarts. "Lost?" That sounded familiar. She didn't look like a first year and unless she was a transfer student, he was beginning to think Beauxbaton was more likely the case. "Where, are you looking to go?" Careful sidestep out of the dangerzone of knocking over a set of armor.

Brielle stepped back as the Hogwartian did a sort of spasm in the air. Perhaps she had better have asked someone else for directions......

Smiling at the boy, but still mentally alert in case he should attack her mid siezure, Brielle went to speak, but stopped short "I-, I 'ave forgotten!" The french Girl laughed, and blush she was rather embrassed.
"Perhaps if you tell me where we are, zat may 'elp be to remember where I waz going" she grinned, tucking her hair behind her right ear. "Brielle, by ze way" she added as an after thought.

She had forgotten where she was going? Well that could be a pickle indeed. "You are on the Third Floor, in the Armor Gallery." The last part was obvious, but it came out anyways.

Taking another few steps away from the armor and towards the girl, Brielle, he held out his hand in greeting. "Sabel Dakest. Pleasure to meet you...sorry about the spasmistic flailing..." Yes, they could just forget about that right?

He couldn't help the small tilt his head did; she didn't sound like any student from Hogwarts he had ever bumped into, though the odd one did have a rather strange accent. May as well take the plunge and statisfy his curiosity while introductions were still being made. "Are you...from Beauxbatons?"

Third Floor? How the heck had she gotten here!

"I think I waz looking for ze stairs to ze bazement," Brielle smiled, untucking her hair from behind her ear. Playing with her hair was just something Brielle did. "Not at all," she laughed in reply to his comment on his ariel spasms, "I waz juzt 'oping you weren't curzed or zomething!" That would have been rather shocking to walk in on.

"From Beuaxbatons? Oui I am!" Usually that was obivous as she would have been in her royal blue silk uniform, but today was a day off, so she was just in regular clothes, high-waisted black trousers, with a tucked in white singlet top. "Enchanté Sabel!" Brielle nodded, the boys name sounding like liquid gold when spoken with her french accent?

"What year are you in?" Brielle asked, as she came and stood beside the boy, and stared into the blank faces of the armour.

Ah so she was from Beuaxbatons. It certainly did wonders to explain her accent. How she got to the third floor while looking for the basement though...well he could relate to that. Cue memories of his first year and random wanderings.

Apparently however, it wasn't anywhere particularly important that she had to be, seeing as how she simply took an interest in the armor and simple conversation. Not that he minded, random company was always...interesting. "Sixth year. Yourself?"

"Zeventh" she replied, "Ze Tournament waz only offered to étudiants in zere final year at Beauxbatons, zo zat it did not affect zier learning." The French girl added with a smile.

Starring at the amour that surrounded them, Brielle couldn't help but noted, "Zey are all rather......creepy. Rather cold and 'arsh!" as she eyed the metal men. Brielle was not the suit's biggest fans, however they were a rather british staple, so she would bare them.
"Did you put forth your name Sabel?"

Ah well that would explain why it seemed like most of the students he had met were in their seventh year, though, the requirement of being seventeen probably had a lot to do with it as well.

Following her gaze to the suits, he couldn't help but tilt his head in contemplation. "I dunno. If you walk around alone with them staring at you for a couple of hours, they can get rather creepy. Almost feels like there's someone in them, staring back out at you. But at first passing, they are rather intriguing. I suppose they are to a soldier, what a wand is to a wizard. Probably why they seem so...personified."

A small wrinkle of his nose was given to the armor polished so thoroughly he could see his own reflection in it, as he considered the idea of a peice of it's owner still being attached in one way or another; like the souls were to portraits in Hogwarts. Blinking a little, he cast a glance up at Brielle. "I did...didn't get chosen." A slight shrug of his shoulder was a tell-tale that it didn't bother him in the slightest. "You...forgive me, did you get picked?"

Brielle was surprised, the young man beside her was ...rather deep.

"You zeem to get alot from just a single glance," Brielle noted as she eyed the boy beside her, he seemed rather mysterious, rather different. She liked it. "You 'ave to wonder, what did zey die for? waz it worth it in the end?"

Now she was getting all deep as well!

Brielle was rather surprised to hear he had put his name in as well, "Well from just meeting you, I would zay you would 'ave been a marvellous champion, you zeem rather observant, zomething I am zure we will all need." She had answered his next question in her reply, "Oui I am a champion, I just wizh they woul hurry up and set ze first tazk. I am over zis waiting!"

Brielle was on high alert lately, prepared for anything, the only time she was off guard was when she sleep, but even then it was broken sleep.

Sabel spared a glance out of the corners of his eyes at her. "I've...been wandering around here for a few hours. It hasn't exactly been just a single glance." If there was a way to discredit himself, that would be it, but he paid it little heed and considered her pondering. "Maybe some of them were donated, after the owner retired..." Though it would seem strange that said owner would not wish to keep such a sentimental piece... pieces.

If he had been drinking something, he would have surely spat it out in surprise and disbelief at her next statement. As it was he nearly choked on his own saliva as he did a mixture of whipping his head around and letting out a rather quick bout of laughter; apparently not a good combination. Pounding a fist against his chest lightly to clear his throat, he couldn't help but laugh when he caught his first breath of air. "A good champion?" A shake of his head and another set of laughter. "Brielle, you have not seen me move on my own two feet." Well, she kinda had and that incident had nearly resulted in a beautiful domino action of the armor. "Trust me, observation does no good if you can't get to what you see without falling flat on your face." She at least, seemed to have that part covered and secure.

Hours?

Perhaps he was a little too strange, but then why was Brielle enjoying chatting with him so much? “Donated? But as you zaid, ze were like zeir wandz, would you donate your wand juzt because? I mozt certainly would not, and I doubt they did eizer……then again perhaps, ze were the zpoils of war? Perhaps zese are ze empty ‘usks of mugglez who tried to storm you caztle home……perhaps we will never know….”

Brielle could not help but laugh, “I guezz you are right? But I ztill zink you would ‘ave made a good champion, you zeem to zink out of ze box, or ze zuit armour az it were.” She added with a nod and a smile. Looking into his face Brielle could see that beside her was a young man who was not trying to be something he was not. Usually a boy when complimented by Brielle would act like a tough guy and agree with her, but Sabel was honest, something Brielle’s beauty regularly stopped her from experiencing.

“Zo tell me about yourzelf Zabel?” She was knew to learn more about this one.

"You have a point there." Scratching the back of his head, he considered the armor, a small smile touching his lips as she referred to them as husks, or 'usks. There was the vague wonderment of if she perceived muggles as insects, for they often had husks that they shed. However such an opening line was never a good conversation starter, and he pushed it aside for another time. "Perhaps they simply got old and retired from their warrior life and donated the pieces to the museum. Though given the eras they come from, I'd say your hypothesis is true."

And what was this now? She was peering at him and....

"Tell...uhm..." Slowly lowering his hand, he tucked it in his pocket, frowning slightly as he regarded the girl. It seemed like a strange, direct request. "What...would you like to know?" Not that he was an open book at the moment, but at least he would have a bit more of an idea what exactly she was interested in knowing.

Perhaps she was being a little too forward.

Her prompt for Sabel to tell her about himself, seemed to make the boy calm up, which was not at all Brielle's intention. She just wanted to make friends.....good looking ones too if she could help it.

"Zorry, I muz zound like a ztalker!" She laughed, trying to put the boy at ease, "I was merely making chit-chat......is zat how you zay it?" Brielle was a tad confussed, as Chat was the french for cat.....meow.

"Do you 'ave any brotherz or zizterz?" the Seventh year asked, hey it was a simple question!

"No...it's fine." A few blinks and he pressed the strangeness out of his mind. "I don't think I've been asked such a broad question before."

And...chit-chat? Something twisted in his gut as she asked about family. It, wasn't along the same lines she was inquiring, but family was still family so the question, in the long run painfully applied. "It is chit-chat. Or small talk. And no, I don't have sibblings."

Some part of him was afraid she'd further inquire about other family members, or even pets, and he quickly glanced at the door. "Didn't you say you were trying to get somewhere?" He wasn't trying to be rude, but there was simply no other way to ask.

It seemed Brielle had breached a subject that Sabel did not want to talk about, because no sooner had he replied, he was pretty much asking her to leave....rude much?

"I waz looking for ze......Charm'z Profezzor'z office....? " Not really, but she thought it was best to say something, rather than, I still have no idea where I was going.
Turning on her heel, Brielle made to leave, it seemed she was the only one enjoying a nice chit-chat.......

Aiden strolled along the floor, hands in pockets - like usual. The seventh year wasn't in the mood to do homework just yet, so he was simply finding excuses not to do it just yet. And that's where the Armor Gallery came into play. He hadn't really been in the room much, and being in his final year, it was his duty to explore the castle before he left. Uh huh.

He wandered into the room, walking past a sign that basicially screamed 'Do Not Touch!' He smiled slightly and flicked one of the chestplates, just for kicks, and the typical 'biiing' sound emanated throughout the room. Hopefully no profs walked on by.

Savannah walked down the floor, head tilted upwards in a typical Savannah conrad fashion. Ohhh yeah...she was mega-proud of who she was! Mhmm...her left hand was on her hip, walking in a fashion that would probalby make ongoing people go, "Damn, that chick got ATTITUDE" which indeed, Savannah Conrad had.

Biiiiiiiiiiiiiiiing

......? what was that? Curiosity spread over the blonde's face as she heard the sound, her hand dropped of her hip. Savannah walked with a little less attitude, instead looking like a little detective. She wanted to know where that sound came from! Savvy kept walking until she ended up in the armor gallery, seeing only one person standing there.

Smirk.

"You rebel."Savvy said, putting her hand back on her hip. She blew a bubble with her gum, smirking at him. Gah, she looked uber hot and she KNEW IT! *flail*

Rebel?

Who said that? It sounded like....

Yep. Savannahnahnah. Not very difficult to recognize that voice. "Oh yes, how daring of me." Hahhhh. He dropped his hands back to his sides again, then thought better of it, and draped his arms around her from the back instead. "What the heck are you doing in the armor gallery?" Giving the knights a makeover, perhaps? He smirked a bit, thinking of one of those knight helmets with a lipstick kiss mark planted right on the front.

Her green eyes rolled as Aiden spoke, still smirking. The bubble popped and she finally spoke, "Yep, my rebellious little boyfriend..."Savannah said in a quiet voice. HAHHHA. Aiden wasn't rebellious at all, Savvy was like a million times more rebellious than he was. It was almost funny. The smirk turned into a smile as he draped his arm around her.

YAY FOR SAVDEN PDA! ^________^

"I wanted to hear what the bing sound was..."Savvy chripped innocently. See, no trouble here. She was being a GOOD kid.....for once."What are YOU doing here? Shouldn't you be a good little boy and being doing homework?"Smiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiirk.

Aiden simply smiled. Rebellious. Heh. HE wasn't the one telling off Professor Lafay. heheh. Sheesh, he could barely believe his eyes - and ears - when that happened.

"Aah, you heard that," he said, when she gave her explanation. Yep, he was flicking the armor. That's what boredom did to people. "Yep, I probably should be." Admittedly, that's what he was avoiding. "I'm procrastinating, as you can see." Procrastination came so easy to him. Sighhh. "Anyway.. how'd you like that double date thing? It was actually more fun than I had expected it to be.." Aiden typically wasn't really the gung-ho 'let's double date!!' kinda person, but it turned out quite well.

"Youre being a baaaaaad student, Chevalier."Savannah said, shaking her head at him. Not really, he was a good kid. Savvy looked down at her heels and then back at him, smirking. "i mean, obviously not as bad as me..."Savannah said, holding back a grin. Aiden didn't shout at teachers and he actually did his homework. Savvy? Yeah, she didn't do that. It was a waste of time. Magic was so not in her future, FASHION WAS!"I liked it."Savvy said, nodding her head.

Besides one thing....

"Besides YOU picking on me the whole time."Savannah said with a roll of her green eyes. Yeah, yeahhhh....he should have acted more CUTE. Picking on your girlfriend wasn't exactly cute, it was more like...mean. Jack and Rhea should have been AWEING at their cuteness.

"I know. So bad. I'm surprised I haven't been booted out yet." Pfffft. Yeah, right. He wasn't stupid enough to get himself kicked out of Hogwarts; he loved it here! Aiden grinned and shook his head. "Uh huh, sure." Savvy just loved to remind everyone of how much of a 'bad' girl she was. heheh.

"Good, good." He agreed. Oh... there was a 'Besides..' Besides him picking on her. "Hah. Well, that's how I always am.. you should be used to it," he smiled, elbowing her in the side. But... they did pick on her quite a bit on that date..

"Yeah, all right, all right.." He sighed. Hmm.. this was Sav he was talking about, though. Three guesses what would make things better. Yeeeep. He leaned in closer and kissed her.

Savvy took a step closer to him, chuckling. "In all honesty I'm surprised I have not been kicked out of here..."Savannah mused, a serious expression on her face. She was being serious, Torin and a few other people had said they had never seen a kid pull stunts like her. Was it terrible that Ms. Conrad was proud? Cause she most certainly was. She had a reputation, one as that she quite liked even if wasn't a good one.

Eye roll. "I know,"Savvy said, looking back down at the ground, his feet and then her own. There was a a bit of silence,"It's just like kind of..."How could she put this? "It's different than most couples, I mean..I like compliments from you and I like it when you are all cute."Savannah said, taking her free hand and poking him in the cheek."It's just different when we are around other people I guess...?"Savannah shrugged and then shook her head.

"I'm like so.."Cut off, cut off by KISSING. ^___^ Savvy smirked, kissing him back and well all those thoughts before? Yeah, they just went out of her head. Kisses had the habit of doing that to her. Hehhh.