Ahhh, home at last. Second home, at least. Natalie had been looking forward to getting upstairs and into her dorm so she could finish unpacking and make her bed all nice and cozy so she could curl up and take a nap or read a good book. Finally, she was able to.

Walking into her dorm, Natalie opened up her trunk and got out her warmest, fluffiest blanket and spread it onto her bed.

Finally, some peace and quiet...

The dorms were her favorite, okay maybe not her favorite, favorite, but she loved her dorm because it was the secure place her makeup and clothes stayed safe in. So it was her favorite place for that reason and that reason alone was why she was headed up there. Tired of being in robes Zita felt she needed a cuter look to be in the common room in.

She headed into her room and glanced around to see if any of her fun dormmates were around, but no, no all she got was Natalie, of all people to have to see it had to be that one. She really wasn't a fan and she had hoped Vance would have realized that some people didn't need to be in a room together. There were other fourth-year rooms, why couldn't she be in that one?


She was going to ignore the girl, yes that's what she would do ignore her.
Though Zita was feeling pretty good about herself, Natalie was one of the people that she had hoped seen her kiss Derf so instead of fully ignoring Zita did give a smirk as she walked to her own bed.

the fifth year girl's dorm was one of the last places you'd expect to find a mess of clothes or a frustrated Julie Bellaire- it was home, after all to Mairwen Baines, Xavvie Bole and the aforementioned Julie all of whom were known for being put together and prim- but today that was the exact state you'd have found it in.

The frustration and sprawled out skirts, pants, tops and socks were all a symptom of Julie's current majorminor problem: her clothes- her beautiful casual fare, her just in case fancier attire, and even her day-to-day workout gear was totally and completely missing from her trunk and left behind were only her school things (which were great and all, but she wouldn't be caught dead going to Hogsmead with Flynn in her robes). The brown girl was just about at her wits end, she knew very well that she'd packed it all up- Julie'd checked her trunk three times before leaving for the train and not during any one of those check ins had a single nylon or sweat sweater been out of place-

until now, that is.

Huffing and puffing, Julie pulled out her wand and gave it a harsh flick sending her now wrinkled uniform things hastily and messily back into her mahogany trunk. It was a very poorly done spell and later she'd be berating herself for the sloppy work, for now though, there was the more pressing matter of her missing things. It wasn't the doing of the girls, Julie knew that much- Mairwen and Xavs weren't the pranking kind and neither would be cruel enough to mess with something as beloved as julie's wardrobe.

Julie was about ready to pull out her hair, and indeed, her curls were mussed and fussed and frizzier than ever as if the fifth year had run her fingers through it a million and a half times, which, she most certainly had in her agitation. just where had it all gone??? was it one of the boys? No, wait, they couldn't even get up here. hello, bellaire. She got to her knees and checked once more beneath her four poster but unsurprisingly there was nothing beneath the bed save for a dozing Ryker and a few fuzzballs. Julie growled, her shoulders squared and mouth set in a straight line of displeasure.

She's lost socks over the years -who hadn't - but a whole wardrobe? this made little to no sense at all. She rubbed her face, she recounted her steps, she tried very hard to remember if she'd put her clothes out for the Elves to wash but with each direction Julie Bellaire came back to the same conclusion that someone was tampering with her-


wait a minute-

Julie practically leapt over her bed, across the threshold of the dorm and into the hallway which connected each year's dorm- there, on the floor was a crumpled piece of fabric which looked unbearably familiar, in fact, the closer she got the more certain Julie was that the garment was her

oxblood ribbed Donna Karen turtleneck.

Julie pulled the sweater to her chest, hugging it like a treasured friend. For a wild second Julie wanted to berate the garment from wandering off and scaring her like that, or asking it where it's brothers and sisters were, but you know, it was a non-sentient shirt. "Okay, now where's the rest of it... " Julie muttered, folding the beloved piece over her arm and peeking about the deserted hallway for, well, hopefully a sign of the rest of her stuff. Deserted, quiet, her blue green eyes didn't take long to spot yet another familiar piece on the floor - Givenchy, faux leather skirt - and then another - Adidas, Puffer Jacket in black - and another and another until she was carrying along half her wardrobe. Julie in her excitement hardly noticed she was following a trail straight into the Seventh Year Dorm and she barely noticed even as the trail led her to a large trunk with the initials V. F. which she unabashedly opened- Now this wasn't ordinary behavior for Julie Bellaire, but see, well, when it came to her things- to material possessions and especially to her clothes Julie could get a bit, well, possessive.

She'd never had to share, or been given hand-me-downs. whatever the young woman had wanted growing up it was freely given to her if not by her parents then by Blaise or Bentley. All of this might very well have explained why the black girl was currently, unabashedly looking through Prefect Vivian Fairfield's things without so much of a thought to how the older woman might feel. Hither and Thither went Vivian's clothes over Julie's sagging shoulders- not a single bit of it looked like it had come from her own trunk but that didn't deter her. the Fifth year Slytherin dug deeper,
and deeper and the pile behind her grew larger and larger...

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The dorms were her favorite, okay maybe not her favorite, favorite, but she loved her dorm because it was the secure place her makeup and clothes stayed safe in. So it was her favorite place for that reason and that reason alone was why she was headed up there. Tired of being in robes Zita felt she needed a cuter look to be in the common room in.

She headed into her room and glanced around to see if any of her fun dormmates were around, but no, no all she got was Natalie, of all people to have to see it had to be that one. She really wasn't a fan and she had hoped Vance would have realized that some people didn't need to be in a room together. There were other fourth-year rooms, why couldn't she be in that one?


She was going to ignore the girl, yes that's what she would do ignore her.
Though Zita was feeling pretty good about herself, Natalie was one of the people that she had hoped seen her kiss Derf so instead of fully ignoring Zita did give a smirk as she walked to her own bed.

As she was pulling out another pillow from her trunk for MAXIMUM coziness in her bed, Natalie heard footsteps come into the dorm and she looked to see who was joining her...

And unfortunately, it was Zita Attention-Seeker Valla. Natalie couldn't help the small scowl that formed by natural reflexes on her face. Really, she couldn't help it. Zita had gotten on her nerves SO BAD the previous terms when she spread LIES about her twin brother and acted like a DRAMA queen. And then apparently the girl had gone and developed a "crush" (which she did NOT believe was real for one second) on Derfael Ashbury-Hawthorne, who was Natalie's best friend and... well, they weren't anything else officially, but... He wasn't Zita's. And Zita kissed him in the middle of the Great Hall and Natalie JUST KNEW she had done it to get on her nerves.

And Merlin, it worked.

She hadn't said anything, though. She was annoyed and irritated, oh yes, but she knew that it was just for show, so it wasn't something she was worried about.

Also, she saw that smirk. Natalie returned a HUGE roll of her eyes and closed her trunk. How hard would it be to convince the head of house to make Zita sleep outside?

She caught the eye roll and it only made her smirk more. Natalie was not her favorite dormmate and over the past term, it had gotten worse. She thought she could intimidate her last term or something and Zita just pushed it off, she could not care at all about what Natalie thought of her. Nor did she really care if the girl knew how she really felt about a certain prefect or not.

Pushing her hair off her shoulder she bent down and pulled her brush from her trunk. Taking it over to the mirror she began brushing her blonde hair. This was a perfect place to brush, though she didn't really need a mirror with her long hair she could see Natalie and annoy her as she did it.

Once she was finished with that she walked over to her trunk and found her slippers to slip on and pulled out some roses she had brought from her garden at home. She wanted to add some fresh color to her hair when she went back out and the red roses were the perfect accent.

"Do you think Derf will like these in my hair?" She wasn't truly asking the other person in the room, but she sure said it loud enough that Natalie could hear.

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She caught the eye roll and it only made her smirk more. Natalie was not her favorite dormmate and over the past term, it had gotten worse. She thought she could intimidate her last term or something and Zita just pushed it off, she could not care at all about what Natalie thought of her. Nor did she really care if the girl knew how she really felt about a certain prefect or not.

Pushing her hair off her shoulder she bent down and pulled her brush from her trunk. Taking it over to the mirror she began brushing her blonde hair. This was a perfect place to brush, though she didn't really need a mirror with her long hair she could see Natalie and annoy her as she did it.

Once she was finished with that she walked over to her trunk and found her slippers to slip on and pulled out some roses she had brought from her garden at home. She wanted to add some fresh color to her hair when she went back out and the red roses were the perfect accent.

"Do you think Derf will like these in my hair?" She wasn't truly asking the other person in the room, but she sure said it loud enough that Natalie could hear.

Sometimes Natalie wanted to, like, burn Zita's hair off and slip some laxative potions into her pumpkin juice, but so far she had been very civil to her dormmate, even though Natalie believed she deserved far worse than that. Natalie just didn't really see the point in starting a war. It would never end. It would stress her out for eternity and she didn't want that kind of negativity driving her life for the next three plus years.

So, when Zita put some flowers in her hair and very obviously asked a question she wanted Natalie to hear, Natalie stayed cool, calm and sweet as can be.

"Oh, I'm sure he will. He's a very nice boy." And it was true. Derf was nice and he noticed things like flowers in the hair of his friends. So, he probably would like them. He'd like them if they were on Zita or Natalie or Jessa or any other girl at Hogwarts, she was sure.

Okay, so maybe Vivian sort of underestimated her NEWT-level classes this year. Apparently, it wasn't just all about the lack of major exams for sixth years. They weren't kidding.

Vivian was tired. Real tired. If only she didn't use the little amount of energy she had left, the prefect would have found herself passed out in some strange corridor or maybe even sprawled on a bench in the Great Hall. Instead, the blond forced herself up and dragged her feet to take care back to her common room for perhaps a couch. However, even those safe havens were occupied by a random set of firsties and, being the prefect she was, she didn't have the heart (and energy) to swat the younger students away. So to the dormitory she went.

The sixteen year old contemplated for a moment on finding her boy person. It was better to fall asleep beside someone, but she figured that she didn't want to bother him. The last she asked for a cuddle, Chase was reading a book and, although she greatly appreciated him for the time he offered whenever she needed him, her insecurities made her think that she might be a distraction to his true passion. The whole relationship thing was brand new to Vivian, and she should definitely stop overthinking scenarios too much. But she couldn't help it. She didn't want to mess things up. Being a teenager sucks.

Almost making a wrong turn to a different dormitory and bumping into a closer door of another room, Vivian rubbed her forehead as she made a quick turn to her dormitory. Instead of her bed calling out to greet her with pillows and her blanket, the blond took a moment to register what looked like a pile of clothes on the hallway between the sixth year girls' beds. Though that didn't really bother her, it was when she found that really nice dress that Skylar got her for her sixteenth birthday that seemed to have sucked all the sleepiness out of her system. What was that doing there? Those were her clothes, for Merlin's sake!

Vivian's eyes immediately shot towards her trunk, only to see another girl going through her things. And that just wasn't any girl out there, but it wasn't her dorm mate either. Although the blond didn't really mind if someone perhaps wanted to borrow a shirt from her, sure, but the person was seriously making a big mess with her things... and she had RECENTLY folded them neatly to fit her things. On top of that, her two-way mirror connected to Andrei's was hidden in that trunk too and it only made her brain create conclusions that it had been thrown away mercilessly across the room.

Was that...? A small gasp, a bit more of a groan because of her sleepiness, escaped. "Julie! What are you doing?!" Vivian was definitely in shock. It wasn't like she hid a dead body in there! Was she the person behind the sixth year dormitory ransack last term? ALL THE CONCLUSIONS. And all she wanted was to sleep, okay?!

She kept smiling towards Natalie as she said that Derf would, but she knew he would and she certainly knew he was a nice boy.
"He is just the best. When we spent time together this summer he was teaching me all kinds of things." She, of course, spoke about her summer visits with Derf on purpose, though they were some of the best moments other than her sleepover she had with her friends. "I think I'll braid my hair and then place them throughout the braid. Glancing in the mirror she did think about a few different styles she could use the flowers with.

Eyes back on Natalie she let her lips pout out, "Pity you couldn't have made it to the swimming party I had at my house. We had loads of fun."
Not that she had expected Natalie to come or even really wanted her there, but it had been a fun party.


"Though I assume you had a fun summer too." Z could play nice and she could certainly ask all the friendly questions and even go as far as to complement hair or clothes even if she thought they weren't the best of the best.

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She kept smiling towards Natalie as she said that Derf would, but she knew he would and she certainly knew he was a nice boy.
"He is just the best. When we spent time together this summer he was teaching me all kinds of things." She, of course, spoke about her summer visits with Derf on purpose, though they were some of the best moments other than her sleepover she had with her friends. "I think I'll braid my hair and then place them throughout the braid. Glancing in the mirror she did think about a few different styles she could use the flowers with.

Eyes back on Natalie she let her lips pout out, "Pity you couldn't have made it to the swimming party I had at my house. We had loads of fun."
Not that she had expected Natalie to come or even really wanted her there, but it had been a fun party.


"Though I assume you had a fun summer too." Z could play nice and she could certainly ask all the friendly questions and even go as far as to complement hair or clothes even if she thought they weren't the best of the best.

'It's a shame you didn't learn anything from him; like, how to be a decent human being,' Natalie thought to herself, knowing Zita was talking about Derf to get on her nerves. She ignored her, for the most part, and tidied the space around her bed and her trunk.

Oh, it was interesting that she brought up her summer party. She had invited her, Liam and Cam, after causing some really extravagant drama that made all three of them never want to see her again. "Oh yeah, we threw away your invitation as soon as we got it." Just so she knew.

"I did have a good summer, yeah," she replied, glancing at her dormmate. "It was nice. I didn't ruin any friendships or make people want to hate me, so yeah, I'd say I had a better summer than others." Her smile turned a little sour as she picked up her book and headed for the door because she very much so did NOT want to hang out with Zita during her free time. "See ya later," she said in a rather fake-friendly tone, heading to the doorway.

BYEEEEEE.

Was she getting to her? Of course, she was, Z was sure of it and that just made this even more fun and she tried to hold back the smile that tried to creep through. She really did like Derf, but she figured the odds were not in her favor and she did not regret the kiss at all. People could talk all they wanted she didn't mind, she quite enjoyed it really. Taking the brush she went through her once again before starting to braid it. Every so often grabbing one of the roses to place it in the braid.

Now her smile did grow as she said we, we in the three that didn't show up.
She turned fully to face Natalie, "Oh honey that's quite alright, it was probably better that way. That party was full of very popular amazing people and you all probably would have just felt very lost and out of place. So it was for the best." Giving a look a pity to her dorm mate she turned back to her hair.

"Sounds simply boring really. I had summer fun with my girls and Derf of course, as well as some others. It was truly possibly my favorite summer." She had done her rock painting project as well, but that wasn't something that was needed for this, no she really felt very sure of herself at this point. Hearing Natalie say she'd see her later Zita didn't bother to turn from the mirror.

"Tootles"

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Was she getting to her? Of course, she was, Z was sure of it and that just made this even more fun and she tried to hold back the smile that tried to creep through. She really did like Derf, but she figured the odds were not in her favor and she did not regret the kiss at all. People could talk all they wanted she didn't mind, she quite enjoyed it really. Taking the brush she went through her once again before starting to braid it. Every so often grabbing one of the roses to place it in the braid.

Now her smile did grow as she said we, we in the three that didn't show up.
She turned fully to face Natalie, "Oh honey that's quite alright, it was probably better that way. That party was full of very popular amazing people and you all probably would have just felt very lost and out of place. So it was for the best." Giving a look a pity to her dorm mate she turned back to her hair.

"Sounds simply boring really. I had summer fun with my girls and Derf of course, as well as some others. It was truly possibly my favorite summer." She had done her rock painting project as well, but that wasn't something that was needed for this, no she really felt very sure of herself at this point. Hearing Natalie say she'd see her later Zita didn't bother to turn from the mirror.

"Tootles"

Natalie was already walking out of the door as Zita tried her very best to get in the last word. But Natalie didn't care and she was already out of the doorway. Natalie's voice echoed through the stairwell and back into the girl's dorm as she descended to the common room. "If being popular means being friends with you then I don't want it -- BYE!"

And she was gone, wondering how much convincing it would take to get the dorm arrangements changed.