Kurumi found it a little more difficult to walk in overly poofy white dress as she held onto Adam's hand and ran across the snowy banks towards the lake. She wasn't used to having her legs constricted so. Her mother would be disappointed in her for not walking like a proper young lady considering the costume she had arrived at the party in. Walnut, who tried to eat the feather in his hat as he ran, seemed to have no problems getting adjusted to his costume. She had seen a musical about the young lady whose costume she was inspired by. Such a tragic story, yet, such a beautiful one.

"Come on Adam!" she smiled looking over her shoulder at Adam in his hakama.

Adam's walk, in his hakama made it hard for him to move his feet.He walked in little scuttles, as if taking baby steps, it was just like learning how to first walk, all over again.

He did his best to run up to the overexcited Kurumi.They picked a pink tea cup, and Adam suavely opened the door as he held Kurumi's hand.

"Ugh, lets hope my lunch doesn't just mysteriously show up."Adam said, beginning to rub his tummy, afraid of the thoughts swimming in his head.

Oh my glitter.A tea cup ride.Wooooow,Fee had thought it couldnt get better after she had seen the sleigh ride but apparently it could get better. Tea cup rides were sooo fun and amazing.But riding alone was boring.


mhhh... Where was her boyfriend?It surely would be sweet to ride in a tea cup with Hugo.Tehe.Or maybe some of her friends?How coolp wpuld that be, chit chatting in a tea cup? Woaaahh, the first time the Slytherin would see one of the prefects after this she would congratulate them on being so awesome to organize something sooooo freaking amazing.

"Don't be such a worry wort," Kurumi laughed as a tea cup stopped in front of them. "I doubt that these have been enchanted to do anything too crazy," she smiled as the door slowly opened. Kurumi squeaked slightly when she saw the white velvet cushioned seats ready for her and Adam to sit on. Despite it being January, it felt surprisingly warm. There was even a little table in the middle with two warm cups of tea waiting for them, "Shall we?"

Braeden felt like a little kid on Christmas morning.
This was so awesome! Hogwarts, the most amazing place on the planet, as... an amusement park?! Could life possibly get any better? Honestly. Well, actually, it could. For example, he could've been wearing something warmer and more comfortable. Dorky little Braeden didn't mind the fact that his pants were too short and revealed his ankles, or that the sleeves of his oversized shirt went past his hands. What bothered him was the fact that he was freezing to death. He should've brought a jacket or something.

No matter! The distraction from the rides would keep him warm and too busy to notice the cold piercing his skin.

The boy was actually on his way over to the sleighs when he stumbled upon - giant tea cups?! Moving around on the ice?! Going in circles?! Being just… epically awesome?! The Gryffindor boy could've just burst into tears of joy right at that moment. Hogwarts. Was. So. Perfect right now. He loved going on these cups when he was little and his parents took him to amusement parks! He hadn't been in one since… well, years ago!

Braeden walked up to the giant tea cups and watched as some of the students already spinning around in them talked and laughed and had a good time. It was then that one of the cups stopped right in front of him, its little door opening for him. Ooooh. Should he?

Caroline was amazed by the giant tea cup ride. She led Carter down to the frozen part of the lake. She turned to him. "So somethings about me. Well not only do I like to watch quidditch, I like to play, but I'm way not good enough to try out. I've only played with my brother and sister at home" She said. "I broken my leg playing one time. I like reading." They reached the giant tea cups finally the door clicked open as they approached.

Carter smiled. "Wow." he said. "I broke my leg two terms ago playing..." he began. He then decided to spare her the details... it wasn't a very pretty accident.

"So are you siblings older or younger?" asked. He'd always been a fan of larger families (larger being more than 1 kid) since he was an only child for most of his life.

"Ohh. Reading. That makes you smart." he said. "The last book I read for fun was 'Quidditch Through the Ages'."

He looked around as they approached the party. Oh, they were going to ride in the tea cups! Just like at muggle amusement parks. Fun!

"After you." he said motioning to the open tea cup.

As he walked through the snow, Matt removed his cap and tucked it under his arm; if he was going to be dressed up as a British soldier then he would play the part well, all the research was going to prove to be worth it in the end even though he wasn't exactly a big fan of the whole costume thing. Stopping in front of the lake, he watched the tea cups on the ice and chuckled slightly; it looked like it was going to be fun, once he saw one of the tea cups stop in front of him and he got in; this was going to be even more fun than catching the perfect wave.

Caroline knew how it was breaking a bone, not fun. "There both older, I'm the youngest. I'm the baby. She laughed she really hated being the baby of the family, but sometimes it was a good thing she could get away with stuff or get what she wanted. "Do you have any siblings?

"If that's what you think" She laughed. If reading makes her smart then in two years she would be head girl. and that wasn't happening. 'Quidditch Through the Ages' as much as she love reading and quidditch she hadn't read the book."So I take it that you don't read much then?"She laughed. She really hadn't met anyone who like to read as much as she did.

"So What can you else can you tell me about yourself?" She asked as she climbed inside the giant tea cup and sat down. "Thank you!" SHe nodded and flashed Carter a smile.

"That's cool." Carter said nodding. "I have a baby sister. She's 8 now. My parents adopted her during my first year here." he said. It was weird saying that now. She'd been part of the family for so long he had almost forgotten they weren't blood related.

"Oh, I wish I had time to read." he said. "During the year it seems I only have time for quidditch, class, more quidditch, and the occasionally party." he said. "And then during the summer I don't have much contact with the magical world." he said. That, and all of his things were hidden away far from the eyes of Anya's adoption supervisor.

Oh, and now it was time to talk about him. "Well... let's see. I'm muggleborn. I used to play football when I was younger... almost professionally.... Ummm... let's see... my owl is named Apollo..." he said listing off anything he could think of.

Caroline listen aww a little sister, that's sweet. She smile when he explained that he wished he had time to read. She bet it was hard to balance all of that stuff. Another reason she hasn't tried out for the house team.

"There is no way I could handle all of that. Classes are enough to stress me out."She said.

So if he didn't have much contract with the magicall world, he must be muggleborn. Not that his blood status matter to her, unlike her mother. She continued to listen as he list off things about himself. Football the muggle sport She new about the muggle sport and liked it almost as much as quidditch.She didn't understand football but loves kicking the ball. Being a Pureblood didn't know must about muggles but loved learning about them and had recently more a like last night learned about muggle movies and cimemas.
He has an owl named apollo. That's a cute name.

"WOW that's cool, I'm a pureblood" she said but not in a cocky slytherinish way. "I like football but I don't understand it. I just know and like to kick the ball around" She laughed. "I have a white cat named Salazar. All of my family has been in Slytherin." She started listed things off as they came to her mind.

"And I think muggles are interesting, everything their book, what the kids do for fun. If my mother knew she would kill me, her and my family besides my brother and sister are very anti-muggle" She hoped that tell him this
didn't scare him off.

Seeing Braeden contemplating a tea cup, Charlie sneakily snuck up behind him and gave him a light push into the cup. Laughing, she said, "You know you wanted too." She hopped in with LC, "If you don't mind of course." Charlie charmed a blanket to appear, LC must be freezing.

As the cup started to move she quickly grabbed the side and Cub's arm. Blushing, she realized she was being silly and let go of Braeden's arm, but not the side of the tea cup. "Uh s-sorry." Wow, she hadn't stuttered since the third grade in the States.

She shook her head and turned to Braeden, giving him the now constant, since Charlie started to hang out with Braeden, radiant smile.

Carter smiled as he ran a hand through his hair. "Yeah. Well... you think after four years you'd get used to it... but no. It's just as hard as it was in first year." he said. "Plus being in the air reduces stress." he said.

He then smiled. "You know. I heard the pitch is open to practice on. Maybe we could fly sometime?" he suggested.

"Well. If you're ever interested in learning more... I do have first-hand experience." he said with a wink. He then shut the door and the tea cup began to move. This was fun. No matter how many things he was exposed to, magic never ceased to amaze him.

"Oh. Yeah. I've heard that a lot." he said. "I'm just glad that most of the Slytherins now think differently." He'd heard tons of stories about how bad things used to be. "But no worries. My past two girlfriends were Slytherins." he said.

Oh wait. Was that something that should come up during a first date?

"AAAAAHHH!!"
Braeden fell in face-first into the tea cup, hitting his face on the seat and just… nearly killing himself. Startled, the boy scrambled back up to his feet, completely unaware of the throbbing pain on the side of his forehead as he searched for the culprit. What in the world was that!? Gosh. He heard a voice tell him she knew he wanted to, and saw a pretty blonde girl in a blue dress but nothing else.

Where was the culprit?

Puzzled, Braeden was just about to walk out of the tea cup when he found himself being shoved back in and the girl in the blue dress now sitting next to him.

Oh. My. Merlin.
This wasn't just any random girl… It was Charlie! Looking… well, completely different from what Braeden was used to seeing. Even pretty, he'd say. Very pretty. Soon enough, the tea cup began to move and Charlie was holding on to Braeden's arm. The boy turned to her with slightly raised eyebrows and laughed lightly when she apologized, her face turning that lovely shade of pink he'd become rather familiar with lately. "You alright there?" he asked. "If you're scared of falling my arm's always available," he offered. He didn't want her to think he was annoyed by her holding on to him if she needed to or anything.

Curiously, the boy diverted his gaze from his Hufflepuff friend and examined the controls inside the cup. Huh… there was a 'STOP' button that was pretty obvious about its function. However the other one…
Braeden smirked and turned back to Charlie. "What do you suppose this button does?" he asked.

Caroline smiled she was enjoying herself tonight. Just talking to the handsome Gryffindor. She listen as he told her that you would think that he'd be used to it after four years. She nodded flying really did take the stress away. She loves flying but hasn't flewn in a long. She simply lit up and smiled when he suggested that they fly together when the pitch is open. "That would be fun." She said.

And then he offered to his first hand experience of football to her. "I maybe have to take you up on the you know." she giggled as they started moving. It was amazing a few hours ago at the match she was freezing, but now here in the giant tea cup she was warm. This was very fun. It was like ice skating the safe way. She listened as he talked about what he had heard about other slytherins. "Yeah most of them have changed." Should she have gotten upsit over the last two girlfriends were slytherins? Well in just meant that he likes Slytherin girl. Kind of the way she likes Gryffindor boys. So she let it go.

Charlie saw the bruise on Braeden's head, now that she thought about it. . . did he fall?! "Braeden! Your head! Is it alright?!?"

Charlie saw the look she got from LC. Ookay? Maybe he wasn't so hurt. Her eyes tracked down Brae's clothes, Wow. Even in those clothes he's. . . handsome. She diverted her gaze away, hoping against hope that she didn't blush again.

CU(Charlie the Unicorn for short) chuckled at Braeden before looking back at him, "Thanks. I never was the best with the Tea Cups at DisneyLand." Her gripped tighten until her knuckles were white. Try as she might, she couldn't let go off the tea cup, Pull yourself together Charlie! Don't make a fool of yourself!

At LC's question, CU looked at the button. Her eyes widen to an almost painful size, "Braeden if you push that button they will not find you for two months." His finger inched closer, "Braedennn." She had heard about that button. Even people with iron-clad stomachs had lost their lunch's. Knowig Braeden, she grabbed his arm squeezed her eyes tight and held on for the ride that was most certainly going to come.

"Wha'? Oh, yeah, I'm fine," said Braeden with one of his goofy grins as Charlie asked if he was okay. In all honesty, he'd forgotten all about the bruise on his forehead. He was too distracted right now. He laughed lightly at her comment about the tea cups at DisneyLand. He'd heard of the place, but had never been outside of the UK… He dreamed of being able to go to a Disney park someday. It was like… Hogwarts for Muggles. The most magical place ever… The boy nearly got sparkly-eyed just thinking about it.

Anyway, enough about Disney. What were they talking about? Oh right, that funky psychedelic-looking button. Braeden's smirk grew as did Charlie's eyes. Awww, the poor girl seemed terrified… But not terrified enough to get the childish Braeden to stop reaching out for the button. He wanted to know what it diiiiiiid! And what better way to find out than by push--

"GAH!"

And now Charlie the Unicorn and the Lion Cub were spinning out of control over the ice, the extreme velocity of the moving tea cup pushing them left and right and front and back in the cup, causing them to crash against the sides of the cup as it spun at a speed Braeden had never even thought possible. Merlin! Good thing he hadn't had lunch, or else… Yeah, it wouldn't look too pretty on Charlie's dress. The boy held on as tightly as he could to the side of the cup, his hand going white and his whole arm froze while he held on as if his life depended on it. Which it did. Would this ever stop?! If he could just reach the stop button…

"Are you alright?!" called out the boy to Charlie. The sound of the wind was so strong he could barely hear himself, and the speed made it difficult for him to keep his brown eyes fully open. Oh Merlin, if this thing sent them out flying into outer space… Yeah, that wouldn't be fun.

Jake took Maybelle's hand and led her to the teacup rides. He opened the door on one of them and motioned for her to get inside. "Ladies first," he said in a very gentleman-like manner.

Charlie held onto dear life to Braeden's arm, The Silly boy!! His arm must be numb now. Suddenly her side connected with the tea cup. She let out a groan, God that hurt.

Hearing Braeden's voice above the wind, Charlie strained to listen. She shook her head indicating she couldn't hear. "Turn it off!" she tried to yell but the wind carried it off. She did not dare reach for the button or her wand.

Charlie buried her head into Braeden's back. I think I'm gonna be sick. She pulled on LC's arm to bring his head to her level. "Hit the button!" she practically screamed in his ear.

Not two seconds later her stomach connected with the side, Oh. not good.

Braeden was far too distracted by the wind slapping him around, the tea cup throwing them all over the place, and the hope of staying alive to really pay much attention to the way Charlie's nails were digging through his skin. That would leave a mark. But for the time being, he didn't care. He just needed to stop this thing!

The boy heard Charlie's voice talking to him but wasn't able to make out the words until she pulled him down right beside her. This time he was able to understand her, and he nodded his head. "I'll try!" Because honestly, he could not promise her he would do it. The way this thing was moving, he was more likely to just be sent flying back to his tiny, isolated hometown than to press that button. But he'd try. They couldn't stay here forever.

And so, fighting against the wind and the force of the tea cup pushing and shoving them all over, Braeden reached out to the 'STOP' button. He was just about to touch it with his index finger when the tea cup made a sudden, sharp turn and sent him and Charlie flying to the other side of the cup. Gahhh. This was not going to be easy! Braeden used his free arm to pull himself back up, holding on tightly to the edge of the cup and guiding himself closer to the controls. Once he was close enough, the boy reached out with the arm Charlie was about to amputate from his torso. He was almosssssssst there! He just needed to get a little closer… and closer… closerrrrr-- HE DID IT! He pressed the 'STOP' button!

Now the tea cup came to a stop so abrupt, that the two teenagers were slammed against the side of the giant cup as its little door opened innocently for them. Braeden, now slumped on the floor of the cup, couldn't even bring himself to move. His body was still in a state of shock and all the hits he'd received from being thrown around the cup like a rag doll were beginning to drown him in a sea of pain. Owww.

Charlie suddenly felt the ride stop, Braeden did it! He actually did it. But the thought was cut short as they both took a face first dive into the floor. Charlie partially landed on top of the silly fifth year Gryffindor.

She tried to release the vice grip she had on Braeden's arm but found she couldn't. Just then all the bumps and crashes were felt all over. Groaning, she intoned to Braeden, "I swear. If you ever do that again."

When she could finally move, the blood having rushed to all of her extremities leaving behind pinpricks, she reached over and kissed Braeden on the cheek, "But thank you for stopping it."

Rolling over, Charlie wobbled to her feet. This feat was by no means helped by the blue ball gown, unfortunately wrinkled, and heels that she wore. Right as CU stood to her full height, her trembling legs gave out. Her body plopped onto the bench, the tea cup gratefully still. She looked down at the Cub who still hadn't moved, "Are you okay?"

Braeden let out a long sigh that was quickly followed by a groan as he tried to move his legs but found himself with the sensation of a thousand knives stabbing his calves and shins and knees and just… everything. Merlin. Sheesh. These rides were murderous! How did Hogwarts allow it?! However, before the boy could think too much on this, he seemed to realize one slightly awkward detail - Charlie was on him. Well, partially on him, but on him nonetheless. And this completely freaked out the boy who found himself freezing beneath her as she threatened him not to push that death button again.

Uh…. huh?
Yeah, Braeden wasn't really paying much attention to what she was saying. How was he supposed to, when she was so close, looking all pretty in her blue dress and with her blonde hair all disheveled?! It wasn't his fault he couldn't focus! If anything, it was hers. And then, to make matters worse (or better, in the boy's opinion), she had leaned in and kissed his cheek. Braeden blinked, startled, and he felt his face grow warm at the gesture. He couldn't see it, but he was sure his cheeks - not even, his whole face - had turned the brightest shade of pink ever. Ever.

The Gryffindor boy was vaguely aware of Charlie getting up to her feet and plopping down on the bench, he was still frozen, not so much from the pain now but rather from the shock of… well, the past five seconds. When Charlie spoke again, asking if he was okay, Braeden seemed to snap back to reality. "Huh? Oh-- oh, yeah… I--I'm fine…" he said with a weak chuckle, sitting up on the floor and wincing slightly at the pain on his back. Ow. Stupid tea cup…

Slowly but surely, the boy found the strength to get up to his feet and plopped down beside Charlie with a sigh. He was beat. Honestly, he might as well just have jumped out into the Quidditch field in the middle of a game and let the beaters have a go at him if he wanted to be feeling like this. Tea cup rides were supposed to be cute and fun, not painful!
Anyway… in some weird, warped way Braeden couldn't deny he actually had fun being thrown around like a rag doll. It was… adventurous! "What do you say we press that button again?" asked the boy, turning his head in Charlie's direction with one of those lopsided grins of his. He had, of course, no intention whatsoever to go through that torture again, but he just wanted to see Charlie's reaction and freak her out because he was nice like that. Riiight.

Charlie shyly smiled at Braeden's blush. She started to worry though when he didn't move, Was that too much? Oh god, now he's gonna run away. Charlie started worrying her bottom lip. This was not good. She shouldn't have kissed, But it felt nice! No! He didn't like it. We shouldn't have. But! Charlie sighed, now she was going insane, there were voices arguing in her head.

But Braeden got up and. . . didn't run away. Instead he stuttered that he was okay and sat beside her. She smiled while looking up through her bangs. Then he asked the stupidest question, "No!!" She jumped on his lap and held his arm's with her hands, effectively stopping movement in his arms. "If you touch one other button, so help me." She shook her head softly, the Ideas! this boy got. "Just, don't touch anything. Okay." In fact, Charlie still felt a little nauseous. She didn't dare move in case of being sick, and all over Braeden's rumpled suit. She looked at his face and blushed, his hair was disheveled from the wind and it made him look. . . nice. Wow. Charlie sighed quietly.

Get a grip Charlie. You are acting like a fan girl. What was Charlie doing?

Braeden let out a hearty, amused chuckle when Charlie immediately replied to his question with a horrified 'no!' before she jumped on his lap and held his arms. At first, the Gryffindor boy was too distracted laughing at her freak out and raising his eyebrows at her threats to really notice the sudden proximity between the two of them. It wasn't until his laughter died out and a silence fell between them that he realized - Charlie was on his lap. On his lap. Like… she was using him as a chair. Ooookay, the boy had never had a girl sit on him before and this was definitely… a bit awkward.

However, he wasn't about to go and push her off. PSH. Ya kidding?! Braeden may be a goof and a dork, but at the end of the day he was still a guy, and if a pretty girl was going to go and throw herself at him there was no way he was going to reject her. Aw, and then she started blushing! Each time she did, he just grew more and more attracted to that pink colour on her cheeks. It suited her nicely. Little did he know, though, that his own pink face was matching hers perfectly.

Braeden wasn't sure what to do at this point, though. He didn't know what to say, suddenly the idea of teasing Charlie and freaking her out had just sort of been forgotten. But he didn't want to… be too forward with the girl and just do what instincts told him.

"Ahem." The boy cleared his throat softly and looked away at the other tea cups passing by them absentmindedly for a moment; if he looked at Charlie for one more second his face might turn so red that… well, he'd look like a tomato. Or an apple. "So… d-do you, uh… do you want to ride again, or move elsewhere?" he asked, finally returning his gaze to the girl before him. OKAY. That was not fair! Was he imagining things, or did she just randomly get prettier in the five seconds he had looked away from her?! Whatever the truth was, all Braeden knew was that at this rate he was never going to get that annoying blush off his face and Charlie would forever remember him as the flustered Gryffindork with the pink face.