It was TIME TO SLEEP!

Not that he thought he could sleep, considering he was still too excited about being at Hogwarts, but he at least needed to change.

At first Kyroh had been pretty upset because of the whole Ravenclaw thing but then Adrienne had said he was sorted into Ravenclaw because he was perfect for it. And who DIDN'T want to be perfect at something? So, you know, PERFECT Claw here. Jumping up the stairs two at a time Kyroh burst through the first years boys dorms.

It was empty. Huh.

Looking around the circular room, he spotted his trunk at the foot of a bed. His bed? Technically his now considering the fact that this was now his bedroom for the next year. Making his way over to his trunk he quickly began rummaging through it looking for a pair of PJ's.

Wasn't there a spell for this? Pulling out his wand he pointed. "Findpajamasousous!"

The dorm actually wasn't empty, even though it seemed that way. 'Cause Dima had taken the steps THREE at a time and gotten there first and was now trying to see whether he was small enough to fit under his bed in case the need for a good hiding spot arose.

And he did! Score!

He would have probably stayed there for a little while too if he hadn't heard someone else rummaging about in there. Peeking out from beneath the bed skirt, Dima glanced around the circular room to find who it was in there with him. Who turned out to be the freckled boy.

Hey! Hey, Dima knew him! Hey!

"Is that a real spell?" Could they just make them up?! Pulling out his own wand, he gave it a try. "Getmeadoughnutio!"

Annnnd waiting annnnnnd nothing annnnd-"AHHH". Kyroh jumped back just a bit, as a voice came out of no where. Was that from his trunk? Were his pyjamas talking? Wait no!

Turning around he glanced over at the other beds and spotted that kid! The one from Diagon Alley and the boat!"Oh it's just you! Not just you but, you know...you aren't talking pj's. You just know Tai Chi" Oh yeah he remembered. "Well it sounded like one didn't it? I thought it did. But look! No pajama's or anything." No jumping, leaping pyjamas no movement at all actually. Kyroh was disappointed. How did his parents do magic like it was so easy?

OHHHH DOUGHNUT SPELL! Kyroh waited hoping that a doughnut would fly into the boys hands like things sometimes did with his dad, but-nothing. "I thought when I got my wand that magic would be a little bit easier." Orrr..."Maybe you need to say what kind of doughnut?"

Why was he screaming? Dima blinked.

"I'm not very good at Tai Chi. Talking pajamas are probably more fun," he said decidedly. The kid had no interest in fighting and no qualms about making it obvious. Angelo was lots better at martial arts stuff anyway, while Dima would rather just hug things out. HE had his priorities straight.

What kind of doughnut? Huh. That could help! "Then maybe you need to say what color your pajamas are. Or what pattern." Yeah! They had this magic stuff down pat for sure. Ready to prove it, Dima extended his wand in the general direction of the ceiling.

Because that was where heaven was, and therefore doughnuts were also located there.

"GetmeaCHOCOLATEdoughnutio!" Pause. "Withsprinklesous!"

Really? "You looked like you were good at it on the boat!"Kyroh mimicked the weird stance thing that the boy had done earlier, nearly toppling over. " It almost tipped over and stuff 'cause what you did was so powerful." Or just because it was a boat on water and there was too much movement. Or also because it was a boat on water, there was too much movement and it had waaay more people in it than it should have had. "I don't think i'd want my pajama's to talk to me i'd never get to sleep."

What colours? What pattern? Pssh. Kyroh laughed, that was FUNNY. "I don't even know my mum packed everything for me!" Sure he knew what he wore back him, but she had gotten him all new everything. Robes, shirts, pajama's, socks, even underwear.

And he didn't even need new underwear.

There had NOT been holes in the old ones yet.

So instead of trying another spell Kyroh held his breath and WATCHED. Waiting for the doughnut to descend from the the sky out of no where like magic things often did. Magic yo.

"Withsprinklesous!" Kyorh yelled, pointing his wand up too. That meant extra sprinkles please!!!

"Not really!" he replied, awfully cheerful for someone admitting they sucked at an activity. The only power he had was the power of puppy eyes.

"But they'd be so cool! Like another friend!" And having friends was the BEST, so that meant talking pajamas were also the best. Was there a spell to make inanimate objects talk? If so, he'd start casting it on anything and everything once he learned it.

ALL his clothes? "Really? My mum doesn't pack. She just likes decorating and socializing and buying things." Dima didn't know what it was like to have things done for you like that, seeing as HIS mum was far from the ideal image. Wouldn't even come say goodbye to him at the train station.

Pause. Where was their FOOD?

"Withsprinklesous," Dima whispered at the ceiling again, wriggling his wand a bit sadly. No doughnut?

Kyroh would have been sad for the kid, but seeing as how he wasn't sad for himself it couldn't have been that big of a deal right? He didn't need to be that good at Tai Chi!

Another friend? "Like a secret talking friend!" He never even thought of it like that. "I already have three secret friends. But they don't talk. And they are not really big secrets but- wanna meet them?" Well even if the kid DIDN'T Kyroh had already turned around and started rummaging through his trunk once more.

Yup. Really. "Ohh! Your mum sounds like Glo!" Kyroh peaked his head up from the trunk, a smile plastered on his face. "...Except I don't think Glo likes.....decorating....or people so socializing would be a no too...." Hm. Maybe his mum didn't sound too much like Glo? But Glo liked shopping so there was that!!!

No doughnut. Kyroh frowned as he glanced up at the ceiling. It wasn't working! He didn't want to think his wand was broken....plus if his wand was broken so was the other boys! "Maybe they're out of doughnuts up there?" Which would explain why they couldn't get any right?

"Yeah! One of those!" Except why would you keep a friend a secret?

He didn't know what friends of the freckle-faced boy he was meeting, but Dima was ready for them! Climbing up onto his bed, he wiggled his wand some more at the ceiling as he waited. "What's a Glo?" Pause. "My mum doesn't like people. She just likes showing off what she has." And you couldn't do that without people to show off to, could you?

Huh. Looking from the ceiling to his wand, Dima frowned. "How does heaven run out of doughnuts?" Was that even possible?

Maybe heaven was closed right now. It was getting late and stuff.

This was Benjy's idea and Nigel and Mo agreed that it was a really fun idea. Well Nigel at least. So here they were spying...eavesdropping on the first year claw boys and about to try some nonverbal spells. All three of them had N.E.W.T.s this term and had to practice. Which was Nigel's poor excuse They had just quietly got the doughnuts they had left in their dorm and were now ready for some fun. The only way they would get in trouble for this is if the two first years went to Kitridge. Dora would not mind, probably find it amusing, and Nigel was the other Prefect. So yeah, safe there.

Of course they had no idea they would be needing the doughnuts before hand. But Kyroh and the other kid seemed not know any really magic yet and where making up spells to try and retrieve pajamas..yeah...and a couple doughnuts. So why not levitate a couple chocolate sprinkled doughnuts to them.

Or that is what Nigel though the plan was. But just to be sure. "How do you want to do this?"

Benjy quietly put the plate of doughnuts down in the corridor, and peeped round the door of the first year dorm. They were still trying to get doughnuts. Perfect. He was more than happy to oblige, especially with the others on board.

Taking his wand from its leather holster, Benjy picked up a doughnut and looked at Nigel. He took another look at the firsties, before whispering back. "I was thinking levitating them in over their heads? Make them appear, well, just like magic."

Non-verbally of course, so they could claim it as NEWTs practice.

"You could disillusion them so they actually appear," Mo mused as he sprawled out on the floor and mentally measured the distance and height and PHYSICS. It would be easy, honestly, and they wouldn't even have to use nonverbals, necessarily. But they could.

"I'm also very tempted to animate the kid's pajamas. That's advanced magic. It might be on the NEWTs." Probably wasn't, but who was Mo to doubt his own usually impeachable logic?

"Sounds good" See, now these were some brilliant ideas.Really immature. But fun. Even wanting to animate the pajamas. That would seriously be hilarious because Kyroh would think his terrible spell, if you could call it that, worked. "We might as well have fun with this" If they could do all of this in one try. That is some serious newt level stuff right there.

"Benjy you want levitate that chocolate sprinkled one in first?" Then they could have some fun with the pajamas and disillusioned doughnuts. Mo could do the pajamas since he thought of it and Nigel the appearing doughnuts. He need some practice. It did not really matter to Nigel. Just that they would laugh at the first years reactions.

Kyroh grinned. YAY see he knew what he meant!

"Not a what a who" Kyroh said shaking his head as he rummaged through his trunk some more. Heh. Glo being a what. That would not amuse her at all. It would probably make her really mad and serious like, which was never fun. That always meant no dessert and going to bed early. "Glo I guess is my other mum, and my mum I guess is my step-mum. But Glo doesn't like to be called mum so I don't call her that." It was confusing, but that was okay, THAT wasn't the point, the point was, the boys mum and Glo did not pack or like people. "I think Glo and your mum would get along!...Or they would dislike each other equally." Close enough to the same thing. "Got one!" Grabbing a green silk pouch Kyroh reached in and withdrew a a small green toy. It didn't wait a second before it took off into the air.

"Scottie-F Meet-er...hey what is your name?" He hadn't realized till now but Kyroh didn't even KNOW the boys name! Weird.

The charmed dragon flew off and landed softly, right on the boys head. "He's charmed and stuff so he can move, but he can't talk. Just make dragon noses. And fire!" MAAYBE they could get him to talk? "I have two more too..." Somewhere in his trunk. Sigh.

Kyroh shrugged, his hands coming up to his shoulders. No Doughnuts. He sighed again. A little two disappointed to even noticed the slight whispers outside the door. "Maybe the house elves up there just got tired of making them?" It made sense to him. If he was a house elf Kyroh would get tired of making everything and just quit and go play.

"You have two mums?" Dima paused. "What's that like? Do you get extra attention or is it more of a pain?" It sounded like they would be competing with each other and end up giving Freckle Face a whole lot more love than he would have gotten. Which would benice compared to nothing.

Two DADS, though. Yeah. That would be cooler.

He kept waiting patiently for the boys 'friends', swinging his little legs that hung of the edge of the bed while he spoke. "Probably dislike each other equally. My mum just likes her things." And money! Money too. And spending it on horrifyingly hideous trinkets and stuff.

Had the boy finally found what he'd been looking for? That pouch seemed awfully small for a friend to live in, but he supposed those came in all sizes. And Dima didn't at all know what to expect from it, but he was certainly surprised when it started flying. Was that... was that a DRAGON?

"Hi Scottie-F," he whispered, watching it. That was SO COOL. He wanted one! "I'm Dima." Oh! The other boy had a name too, didn't he? "Who are you?" That might be good to know too, considering they were going to be living together for the next year or seven.

Attempting to keep his eyes on the dragon even as it zoomed around the dorm and went head-sitting, Dima nodded some. "Did he come charmed, or did someone do it for you? What kind of dragon is he?" He knew ALL the types. It looked like a Green Welsh, but he couldn't be sure. "Do the other ones look like him or are they different? What are they called?" And could he see Scottie-F breathe fire?! 'Cause he WANTED to.

The whispers outside the door went unnoticed by Dmitriy too, mostly because he was distracted by dragons and doughnut thoughts. "Maybe they're sleeping! Or maybe they didn't have any doughnuts left and have to make some new ones." Yeah! Maybe they'd wake up to doughnuts tomorrow

That would be the best breakfast ever.

Two mums? Kyroh never really thought about it that way. Glo WAS his mother. Yes. But Althea was his mum. So....hmm. YEAH. The boy scratched his head. "I think I get normal attention. I don't see Glo a lot. Maybe twice a month or something. She's busy. " Kyroh nodded before turning back to the trunk. "But I live with my other mum-Althea and my papa-er dad." So normal attention yeah? Plus he didn't see how parents could be a pain. "Are your parent's pains?"

"Scottie-F, short for Scottie-Flamel." Named sort of after Nicolas Flamel, simply because his name sounded like fire. It had made sense when Kyroh was younger. "I'm Kyroh. Like the city but not spelled that way." Heh. "Nice to meet you Dima, although technically we already met a couple of times." It was! He would have shaken his hand but Dima was pretty far away, and Kyroh was busy looking for the other dragons.

"My mum did it." Kyroh smiled as he looked on the other boys face. Sometimes people weren't as excited to meet his friends but LOOK Dima seemed to like them. "With charms. I think she's like one of the best people in the world at charms." He was NOT exaggerating. "They can do everything, fly, sleep, breathe fire, bite, dragon noises." Just not talk, you know? "He's a Welsh Green- but my others-"

Annnd! He found the others! Pulling out two more pouches, one blue and one red Kyroh reached into both of them. "The blue one is Sora, she's a Swedish Short-Snout and the red is Ramsey, a Chinese Fireball. He doesn't like people." Always the grumpy dragon. "Do you like Dragons?" Kyroh knew EVERYTHING about dragons. He was sure of it. Releasing both dragons from his hand Sora flew toward Dima and started to nip at his fingers while Ramsey simply stuck by Kyroh, finding his way to his shoulder. The release of the other dragons seemed like a cue, and Scottie-F took off and did a few loops in the air before a small blast of fire escaped the dragons mouth.

Kyroh didn't even notice, his mind was still on doughnuts. And his eyes widened at Dima's suggestion. "Ohhh!! If they are making new doughnuts that would be the best! They'd be all warm and chewy!" Could they be done making the donuts now? Kyroh could be patient he just didn't really want to be. "We might also need milk!"

"Natives are getting restless," Mo nodded toward the door, indicating that they should send in the donuts already. If not, the boys would go looking for donuts, and would find the rather unsettling pile of seventh year boys lurking outside their door. Donuts, away!

He didn't know exactly where Kyroh's pajamas were located, so Mo just pointed his wand under the door, imagined what little eleventh year pajamas would look like, and whispered, "Piertotum Locomotor." If it was anything like his imagination, the pajamas were slowly unfolding themselves and standing up. That was a good start. Maybe a friendly wave too.

Mo was right. Nigel will just start levitating doughnuts over then and worry about other charms later. He silently open the door, once Mo finished his spell. Just a bit so the doughnuts could get through. The Seventh Year then moving his wand over a chocolate sprinkled one. "Wingardium Leviosa" On it went into the first year dorm. He peeked around to see where to levitate this one too and decided to bring it to Kyroh's friend. Since it seems he was asking for it or something.

He could not see completely, but could hear where he was. He hoped it stopped in front of the kid and hovered there for a bit. Next doughnut would be for Kyroh.

Restless indeed. And that wouldn't do at all. With a smirk, Benjy flicked his wand at the doughnut, and cast a non-verbal levitation charm. A few of the loose sprinkles were sadly lost in the process, but the doughnut was safely in the air. Yummy yummy doughnuts.

Now for the delivery. Benjy crouched below Nigel, and glanced round the door. It looked like Nigel's sugary snack was heading directly to the firstie apparently called Dima. These doughnuts weren't exactly warm and fresh, but they were still chocolaty. That'd have to suffice for Kyroh, as Benjy's doughnut was headed in his direction. Just above the boy's head, actually...dangling there just waiting to be taken and eaten.

"Oh." That didn't sound like extra attention, just one mum with the occasional relative who was his real mum. "No. I mean... my dad's great! He's the best dad in the whole world, and I wanna be just like him when I grow up. But my mum doesn't really talk to me. Or like me."

And Dima wanted her to like him so much.

Scottie-Flamel. He nodded as he tried to keep his eyes on the dragon, but it was hard to concentrate on what the boy was saying when it could breathe fire ANY MINUTE now. "Nice to meet you too, Kyroh! You're really lucky you have a smart mum." Really, REALLY lucky. "That's everything a real dragon can do! Do they eat stuff?" They. As in there were more. And he wanted to see.

"Hi Sora!" Dima greeted the Short-Snout, letting the little toy nip at his fingers agreeably. He would have kept on watching her if his attention hadn't been drawn to Ramsey, and he almost fell in LOVE. The first year wouldn't ever say so, as not to upset the others, but he thought Ramsey was the most handsome dragon ever. "Hi Ramsey," he whispered. Did he count as people too? Pity.

Eyes still on the dragons, he nodded. "My dad gets us tutors, and I learned lots about them back home." And they were the coolest creatures ever.

"Yeah! But I hope the sprinkles aren't warm, 'cause then they'll get all mush-" Stopping mid sentence, Dima blinked. Was.... was that a doughnut? Right in front of him? He paused, then reached out to touch it and... woah. It was there. Actually there. And there was one above Kyroh's head too!

..... and were his pajamas moving too?

O_O

Another day at Hogwarts had past and Helena floated via the Ravenclaw boys dorms to get quicker to her meeting with Sir Nicholas in the Observatory for some star gazing. Coming up behind Nigel, Mo and Benjamin lurking outside the first year dorms Helena put her hands to her hips and asked quietly as her eyes travelled over the three seventh years. "What exactly are you three up to? Nothing sinister I hope?"

"Does he have a beard?" Kyroh asked, almost excitedly. Because it was an important question. "If he had a beard then when can figure out how to give you one and then you could be like him now!" Kyroh knew exactly how Dima felt, because he felt the same way about his dad. Although technically he already failed because he wasn't in Slytherin

Dima's mum didn't like him? Kyroh frowned. He knew Althea liked him. And Glo often got impatient and stuff but she like him too right? But having a mum that didn't like you? "I like you." Kyroh pipped up. The boy seemed cool. And he only JUST met him. Well not really but kind of y'know? "So I think your mum is missing out." He gave one stiff nod, as if it settled the whole matter, and made what he had said a fact.

"I know I am!" He grinned. And he had gotten them as gifts before Althea was even his mum too. He still had to write to his parents but he could do that later. "Nahh they don't because they don't use the washroom or anything." And that was like a rule to being alive. If you ate you had to use the washroom. His dragons weren't really alive just charmed. There was a difference.

Tutors? Everything Kyroh knew about Dragons were from books. He had only had his uncle as a tutor for French. "Did they show you dragons up close?" Sora made a slight noise, greeting the new boy before moving away from Dima. She took off into the air flying around Scottie-F for a bit before the two flew over to the window.

Dima had stopped talking and Kyroh had been confused, until his eyes suddenly rested on the hovering doughnut right in front of the other claw? WHEN DID THAT GET THERE?! How?!?!

....DOUGHNUT!!

With Ramsey still on his shoulder, Kyroh turned to look behind him. Had his spell worked too!?!? Instead of another doughnut however the first years eyes widened.

.....well he had found his pajamas. They were right there. Unfolded, and hovering off the ground. And of course they were waving at him. His mouth opened slightly, and Kyroh found pushed himself backwards on the floor, bringing the second doughnut that had been hovering over his head, right into his view.

"......we did magic....." And not, oh i'm just gonna clean this bowl magic but SUMMONING DONUTS AND MAKING MOVING PAJAMAS!!!!! "We. Are. AWESOME!" And so were their WANDS!

And....There....It....Was.

He would have been on the ground laughing if not for the fact he as still controlling the doughnut with his wand and did not want to be found out yet. Or the doughnut to crash to the ground from lack of concentration. Expect Nigel did not realize the three of them had some company. And it was not the usual suspects.

It was The Grey Lady.

"Just practicing some non verbal spells and giving first years some doughnuts" Nice Seventh Years they were. Though he did say the last one out loud. Oops. needs more practice.

"NEWT practice," Mo lowered his wand and let the pajamas fall to the floor as he rolled over to address the Grey Lady. She got a very solemn and serious nod in greeting. "Non-verbal and advanced charms." And it was also quite funny and wasn't really hurting anyone, so... she approved, right?

"Plus some wish fulfillment for the first years."

Now that was a reaction. Benjy grinned, and ended the levitation spell holding the doughnut in the air. CATCH, Kyroh!

It was only as he turned to look at his comrades, and maybe thinking about sending in another doughnut, that Benjamin noticed they had company. "Good evening," Benjy greeted, grin still curling on his lips. They were having fun, the firsties were having fun...all was good, right?

"Us, sinister?" Did they look sinister? He tilted his head thoughtfully, before shaking it lightly. "What they said. Just a bit extra-curricular study...with doughnuts."