There it was again. The prefects bathroom. Presley wasn't about to make the same mistake twice, but she couldn't resist wanling past and thinking about it. She's written up a plan, and someday, through the proper measures, that would be her bathroom too. Kurumi had become a prefect as a fourth year, Presley could do it as a third. Next year, this was hers to be in.

Holding her notebook tightly and hoping the torn pieces of parchment wouldn't fall out, the girl walked quickly along the fifth floor corridor. Maybe I should get back to the Common Room, she thought. Enough with the exploring for today..., she told herself. After a while, she spotted someone a few steps ahead of her, and, after getting a bit closer, she realized it was Presley. 'Hi there!', Gwen said loudly, waving to her friend. 'How are you?', Gwendolyn asked, finally getting near her.

'How was your summer?', she asked, hoping she wouldn't be rude to Presley, just like she was to almost any other student. I should start being nicer to people, she thought, waiting for Presley to answer. 'Got any news?' Hmm... too many questions?, the young ravie asked herself.

Presley smiled at Gwen as she saw her walking down the corridor. "Oh, hey Gwen." She snapped out of her focus on her plan, and paid attention to her classmate and friend. Woah, overlaod on the questions there Gwen, Presley thought to herself. Out loud, she attempted to answer them in order. "I'm doing well, my summer was wonderful, news? Well, not really?" She didn't. Have any news. And her plan to become prefect nxt year, well she might share it with Philip, but noone else, not even Luna was going to know. "And you?" Presley responded politely, "How was your summer?"

Looking one more time at her notebook and making sure she didn't loose any parchment pieces on her way, Gwendolyn approached Presley. Still, when she got near her friend, the second year kept holding her notebook tightly. I'll have to leave those parchment pieces in the common room next time I go exploring the castle,she thought while waiting for Presley to say something. 'Good to see you again', she said smirking, really meaning it. Shall I stay with you for a while, or shall I go back to the common room? Better stay here... that place is full with first years for sure. And meeting Presley was way better than spending time with those annoying first years!

'I'm great', she replied grinning. 'Good.Good', the girl said while looking around. 'I spend some time with my parents... I finally started-', she begann saying but then stopped. Better not tell her I started learning how to fly and practicing playing Quidditch. I shouldn't tell her I'm a total disaster at that stuff! '... spending more time training for Quidditch', the second year finally finished that sentence. 'And I met Ari and a few friends',the girl replied. 'Soooo....', Gwendolyn went on talking, trying to think of a smarter question to ask her friend. 'Have you met the first years?' Let's see if we share the same opinion. Probably not...

All this exploring stuff makes me feel a little hungry, the young ravie thought, and started searching in her bag for something sweet. No... I forgot to eat today!, she remembered, willing to punch herself. Why do I forget important stuff like that?, she asked herself, still searching in her bag.Why don't I have any chocolate frogs here? HMM??!?!, the young Ravenclaw thought desperately. Grrr... After a while, she finally found a box of Bertie Bott's Every Flavour Beans. 'Want some?', she asked Presley politely.

Presley smiled. "It's good to see you too!" She listened as Gwen talked briefly about her summer, and noted the quidditch comment for later conversation. She hadn't known Gwen played any quidditch at all, but she could have been playing for years for all Presley knew.
Had she met the first years? Oh had she. Presley nodded seriously. "Yeah, I've met a couple." And almost slapped one..or two. Most of them were honestly little monsters! Tate must have been out of his mind admitting them to this school. With those bratty attitudes and taking up claimed space in the common room....No, they shouldn't be allowed to be here. Except maybe that kid with a stutter...Jerrod? He was a nice kid.
Presley ganced at her box of Betie botts and shook her head. "No thanks. I was actually on my way to dinner. Wanna come?"

‘And?’, the girl said curtly. I actually want to know what you think. I just want to make sure I’m not the only one rude to them. They are just so unbelievably dumb!, she wanted to scream. They are all so annoying and lost in the mist. ‘I actually don’t like them. At all’, the second year finally said. ‘I know we weren’t like them last year. I’m sure we were way better’ Or at least I hope so… Anyway, we were able to find the classes, arrive at time, dress properly. ‘Grr… how could they be so stupid to loose points for dressing in jeans instead of robes when coming to classes?!?’, she said, a bit louder than she had expected.

Taking a few jellybeans Gwendolyn ate them one by one, enumerating the flavors: ‘Blackberry… uh… Onion… Buttered popcorn and… Chilli? Good that I didn’t get any very disgusting flavors this time. Once I came across Troll bogey. That was awful’, she said smirking. Diner? Maybe not right now… I should go put my notebook back and… actually- why not? ‘Yeah, sure’, the girl finally said.

And what? Oh, the firsties. Presley felt so unfocused! "Well, I've already told off a couple for being so bratty and rude. I definitely wasn't that way last year. I mean, I was a bit of a brat to a couple kids, but I wasn't like that all the time!" Yeah, she'd ****** off the head boy, and one of the top prefects...at the same time. And simultaeneously Hadley. And she'd irritated Eino, and Fallon...and pretty much half the house, but after irritating them, at least she was polite! They'd all eventually come to like her. By the end of the year they didn't hate her! Gwen though, with her slightly superior attitude, kind of was like that Elliot girl. But it was different. Elliot was challenging Presley, Gwen challenged people who deserved it.

"Chili?" Presley was disgusted. Gwen commented that she didn't get any gross flavors, and Pres almost threw up in her mouth. She actually liked chili? That had to be her greatest accomplishment of all time, acting as though it didn't gross her out so badly. It had to be as revolting to Gwen as it was to her. There wasjust no other option. "That's so sick. I'm sorry." Gwen was agreeing to go with her to the great hall? Good. Now she wouldn't have to walk in alone, and take the chance of looking like a freak. "Great, let's go." Presley turned down the hall, forgetting, temporarily, all about the prefect plan.

Gwendolyn listened to Presley talk and smirked. ‘Bravo!’ , she said grinning. And I thought I was rude just because I wouldn’t answer to their stupid questions, and um… didn’t pay any attention to what they were saying. You actually scared them off?!? That’s so great! ‘I know we weren’t like them last year. AT ALL’, the second year nodded. Good to know that I’m not the only one that hates them… ‘I have to do something to earn points for Ravenclaw, ‘cause those idiots lost a lot!’, she said a bit louder than she had expected. Bye bye chance of winning the house cup, Gwen dramatized. Ugh… I might hex them if they keep acting like total idiots!

I know for sure that we were way better last year!, the young ravie tried to convince herself. I hate them for a reason…. ‘Um… yeah’, she finally replied to her friend. ‘Right… so I guess you are not a big fan of chili…’, she said, looking at Presley. ‘Are you all right?’, she asked smirking. Hmm… I should stop smirking… perhaps she’s really getting sick… but it’s funny! How can you have that reaction just after hearing something about chili.... Perhaps it’s just like when I listen to people talk about love. Now I may vomit…. ‘Fine’, Gwendolyn said, and started walking towards the stairs.

Okay. So.. Now she was on her way back from the grounds and trying to find her way back to the common room. She apparently wasn't any good at following directions. Finding some sort of corridor, the girl wandered down it, looking for someone familiar. Someone who she could trust and not feel embarrassed when she asked for directions. But knowing her luck, no such person would come along and she'd have to ask someone who she'd never met before for help. And probably someone younger since there were SO MANY OF THEM.

Grumble.

She continued down the hallway eyes darting this way and that hoping, praying to Merlin that someone nice enough would come along and help her out.

Amy hated being short. It was just a fact of life, she was not only one of life's lolopers, apparantly, but she was also a short potato. It sucked. And so, pondering about what she had done to make herself so short, she meandered herway along the corridor. She wasn't a 100% sure why/how she had got here. Obviously she'd walked, but walked in a day dream it seemed.

The brunette, ran a hand through the loose waves and continued to make her way down the corridor

Daniel had been heading to some room on the fifth floor, some ravenclaw had mentioned it in the common room and Daniel had to investigate and see if there was anything fun...but he didn't know where it was. He'd made it to the fifth floor but now he had no idea where to go.

He spotted a young girl walking along, happily. She wasn't the type of girl Daniel usually talked to but he was desperate! He walked in front of her and said in his polite voice, "Have you seen any...strange rooms around here?"

Dum de dum, why was she so shor-

Huh?

Amy looked up as she saw someone in front of her, talking to her. That was weird enough, he looked fairly normal and only weird people tended to talk to her, it was just a thing about Amy, she attracted odd and hyper people. He looked to be neither...

Strange rooms? She asked, chewing her gum, define strange rooms she said after a minute. Normally, that was a straight forward question, but in Hogwarts? Yeah, it was a whole lot trickier

The Common Room had been incredibly crowded. GRANTED, all the Hufflepuffs were being kept away from the kitchens and simply had no other place to dwell. But a Prefect, all Prefects have other place to get away from it all, right?

Sadly, this wasn't the case. Classes were barely starting and Treyen just had a lot of spare time on his hands, but he still needed to write a letter and he wouldn't be disturbed in one single place. The library, right? Wrong. He made sure the letter was written quickly because now Lola Jones had access to the Prefect's Bathroom as well.

Once the letter was written, the boy MADE sure there was no one that could see him get out of the portrait that led to the Prefect's Bathroom....but...did he succeed?

Taryn was just taking a walk, hands clasped behind her back, minding her own business, when she spotted a boy walking out of a wall. LE GASP. Tilting her head, she glanced at him, uncertain just what he was up to.

"So Hufflepuffs can walk through walls, can they?" She asked, pausing her walk for a bit. Interesting things, these Hufflepuffs. She wanted to learn more.

WHAAAAT!?

Slytherins WERE sneaaaaky.

Where did this girl come from? The portrait had said nothing of anyone walking around the Fifth floor...unless the portrait had wanted to get him in trouble, right? Portraits.

But Treyen smirked at the girl's remark. "Not all Hufflepuffs." He said, adding a wink. CLEARLY, he was one of those Hufflepuffs that could walk through walls, hence the badge pinned to his robes.

"I'm pretty sure a couple of Slytherins can do that as well." Like this one standing in front of him.

Daniel studied the girl, she seemed...sane. That was good enough. It wasn't like she was his best friend, Daniel already had one of those. She seemed about his age which was a plus, he didn't really enjoy talking to firsties.

"Oh...well..." he paused, what had that guy said, "Some place that doesn't feel right, as if somethings off there..." not a very good description but one nonetheless

Uh...raaaiiight. That wasn't very clear, it was sort of like he was describing each and every room in the whole school. Not helpful. Uhm...she thought for a few more seconds, do you mean on this floor? She asked, running a hand through her hair as she thought, I guess there's the spirit room, she shrugged, pointing to the space around the corner. She'd never been in there but it had always intrigued her

Tori led the way to the next floor, looking back over her shoulder with a flabberghasted expression.

"I am NOT a liar!" she protested, stopping on the fifth floor and planting her hands on her hips. "And and you can't just call me a LIAR, mister! That's high treason!"

Or something, surely.

"Yeahhhh I know, right?" Tori caught the expectant expression on Paulie's face. "What? I dunno where they are! I'm just as new as you!"

Though she had heard things about a ghostly spirit room on this floor...

HEHE. A BOY Hufflepuff. Well, she supposed that was the best kind of Hufflepuff.

"Is that where you lot have hidden the house elves?" She asked, giggling. Naww. She wasn't really sure WHAT happened to the house elves. Who really DID know? "There are rumors, you know." She shrugged.

"Could've fooled me!" Actually, Paulie had already forgotten why he was accusing her of lying. Whoops.. He chuckled. Uh oh, high treason. "And what's the punishment for high treason, then?" Beheading? Exploding lemonade torture?

Mmmyeah, this was true. He couldn't expect her to know the secret passages already just because she had been the one to mention them first. "I guess you're right," he admitted. "Maybe we'll find one by the end of today, huh?" Hopefully one that few other people knew.

"EXPLODING LEMONADE TORTURE!" Tori answered, quick as a dime. "You have to sit on one of those dunk tank chairs wearing ONLY shorts and then you get dunked into a giant vat of sugary, syrupy lemonade! And everyone laughs at you!"

Heheh. What a ridiculous torture that would be.

"Yeah, hopefully," she agreed, reaching out randomly for Paulie's hand. She liked to swing it to and fro, that was all. "You know, I've heard the Prefects have a special bathroom on this floor...."

Blink.

Wait, what? The house-elves? What was she talking about? OH. Right. Blink. Truth be told, Treyen didn't know they were hiding somewhere, he just assumed that they were taking a break from the 'studentsies' or whatever. A well-deserved break, by the way, because they tended to give massive work loads to those poor house-elves.

Either way, the boy raised an eyebrow without even answering her question, "Rumors, you say?" he said, straightening up a bit, "Are all rumors alike? Saying that Hufflepuffs hid the house-elves?" there was a tiny smirk on his face.

The girl shouldn't go around sharing rumors, though. What IF the house-elves were hidden and she managed to share that bit of information to the one that hid them in the first place and then hid HER as well? Eh? That'a wasn't so nice, was it? Hufflepuffs didn't hid stuff, they find stuff. Always. Or...most of the time.

CALLED IT! Hadn't Paulie thought Exploding Lemonade torture? Yes. Yes, he had. He made another one of the 'pfffft' noises with his mouth, but then looked at her in shock as she explained the torture process. "TORI! That is an incredibly mean thing to do to the knight who saved YOU from exploding lemonade." Mmmmhm, sure was. He'd have to throw her in that dunk tank right along with him and give her a taste of how bad sticky, sugary lemonade could be!

He barely noticed her take his hand now because it didn't at all feel out of place. So, their hands swung back and forth like a little hand-made swing. Like, seriously made out of hands and arms. His face suddenly lit up at the mention of the private prefects' bathroom. "I've heard that, too!" And, he heard it was real nice in there. Like, golden toilet seats and mermaids in the bathtub kinda nice. "Wanna sneak in?" He turned to her with a mischievous smirk.

Tori snickered evilly. "WELL." She HAD warned him, hadn't she? "I'm just tellin' ya what the standard procedure is! Would you rather be chained to a spinning wheel and have tomatoes thrown at you?" Exploding Lemonade Torture was much better, in her humble opinion.

"Yes! Let's!" Tori tugged Paulie along with her, using their hand!swing like a leash for her puppy. "Is there a password or something or do you just wanna wait til a Prefect comes out...?"

Knowing those prefects, the entrance was probably hidden. Hmm.