Julie walked into the Armor room. Noone ever came in here but it was such a cool place. Trophies dating back to the age of Harry Potter himself. She looked at all the trophies. Here was one of the Triwizard Tournament trophies. Wish they still held these. she thought wistfully.

Vivianne was wandering around the castle and she found herself heading in the trophy room. She'd been staying in Hogwarts for 3 years already but she'd never been there. She admired the armours arranged inside the room. Careful not to touch anything she slowly made her way out however she spotted a girl inside.

Was that Julie? she thought. She started walking towards her, "Julie?" she asked. "Yeah, it was you. How have you been? WHat are you doing here?"

Julie turned around when a girl walked in and said her name, Yeah? Oh, Vivianne. Yeah, It's me. I've been good. And no one usually comes in here so I thought I could look at the trophies. What about you? She smiled at the girl she had ran into at Diagon alley.

She looked at the trophies and said, "I was just wandering as always and my feet led me here," she chuckled. "We haven't seen each other since then. It was nice to see you again." She just felt comfortable talking to her. "There's a vast number of trophies in here, and i still remember that thing i read at a book that the great Ron Weasley had to clean this stuff with bare hands."

"How's the lessons? Doing great?" hope she didn't mind if she asks. The homeworks are exhausting her.

She laughed as the girl, Vivianne, recalled reading about Ron. Yeah. That was a good read.

The lessons? Fine, fine. I just turned in some homework. What about you? She glanced at Vivianne. The girl was pretty. But not in an out there way some girls are. She had a quiet beauty. She smiled, A quiet beauty? Where do these words come from?

She smiled, "I did. The only thing left was History of Magic." She didn't knew why she found the HoM home works hard. Laughing at herself fat the back of her mind, "There's a very tight competition on the points board."


"So.. Hmmm... You know what that scene on Diagon alley," she started, "The dragging and quidditch store thing and rain." Obviously she could still remember a lot from the time she had met her. "It was one funny memory of my summer. What happened with Jesse?" She didn't mean to add that to her statement. "Haven't seen him up the towers really," she continued.

She nodded about the competion. Yeah. To bad Huffelpuff is in last. She stuck out her tongue in distaste. She laughed.

She sobered when she thought about that day. The first and last time she had seen Jess. Well. I haven't seen him either. He left soon after you did. She smiled sightly at the memory of what he had done before he had left. She tried to sound non-chalant, So, you haven't seen him at all?

She was quite childish as what Via had observed however she was just like her, she shook her head, "And Gryffindor's in third," she laughed with her. Talking about Jesse, "Nah..." she smiled, "He's quite sneaky huh. So anything else have happened to you after that??" she asked her again.

Julie grinned, Yup. I fainted. She smiled, We were saying goodbye and he left and I fainted. It was quite comical. She laughed at herself. All she could remember was waking up to darkness. No one had stopped to help her.

Varius moved up to the third floor with his new found friend, Matilda and what a rather boring journey it had been. Varius thought that the castle should be re-arranged every so often to keep things different instead of the same boring old pathways and staircases and classrooms. He made note to go see the Headmaster about it, this was serious people! However, the journey could have been a lot worse, but thankfully Matilda was his saving grace.

"Okay, here we are," he pointed out the obvious as he opened the door to the armour gallery and walked in. He was faced with a ton of metal, hollow men (or women, but it was soooooooooooooo men). "So, how come we haven't properly talked before? You're in my house and my year... where do you hang out? I probably scared you, didn't I? I scare a lot of people with my... ways."

"How many along?" he enquired, having completely forgotten the reason they had walked all the way up here in the first place.

Okaaai. So what that he had got there first... Well, it hadn't ACTUALLY been a race, but he had taken the first pace into the room. And when you're twelve, little things like that just make you pedantic. And the journey up had been fun. She hadn't properly explored the castle, so it was nice to do it not on her own and all.

Eeeep. The shiny metal men seemed to glare at her, and without knowing that she was doing it, she slid slowly behind Geoffrey and looked at the potential treasure holders from over his shoulder. "Uhh, actually, I wasn't here last term. My family travel quite a bit, so they got some courses from Hogwarts, and waited until we'd settled before they actually enrolled me and both my brother and sister in to the school." They were still staring at herrr! "And what ways?" She enquired looking out from behind his shoulder at him, "I think you're pretty normal.." or was it just her that was odd?

"Five." She replied firmly. Then not so firmly she added, "I think." If she'd forgotten it'd be, like, awful! And she'd seem like a right girl.

"Oh," Varius offered in response to her answer, "So you missed the entire of your first year? That explains a lot. I didn't want to be rude and come out with the fact that I didn't remember you at all in first year... but, hey! That explains that one." Varius secretly pitied students who didn't get to have the full Hogwarts experience. For instance, poor Kayla was suffering from some unknown family issues and she was missing out on her senior years! But traveling sounded a bit more awesome than education, at least. "So, whereabouts did you go on your travels? Were you abroad?" Did this qualify Matilda as a gypsy?

"I regret to inform you," Varius smiled at the girl's sweet response, "But you would be in the minority of whether or not people thought me to be normal. It's okay though. I know i'm not your average guy and it isn't like I purposefully go out of my way to be slightly unusual... I just... well, I just am." In Varius' head, the stuff he did, like try and memorise all of the portraits names or rub people's heads in salutations was not weird at all. He thought he was a perfectly normal child and when people commented and suggested otherwise... well, it confused him to say the least. "Maybe, if you think i'm normal, that means you are also weird."

He playfully punched the girl in a shoulder, laughing, before running off to the fifth suit of armour. "I wish the clue explained what it was we were supposed to be looking for. Maybe it was just more licorice?" He moved toward the metal structure and began to pull at its limbs. "It's... not... budging..." he said through gritted teeth and determined pulls. "Maybe..." he panted, "We need... to blow... it up or... something? Any ideas?"

If Daphne wasn't a skeptic, and quite annoyed by such things, she'd find the corridor extremely creepy. As was the fact, she could care less about things that go bump in the night and was currently wondering when Plymouth Morgan would fancy showing up.

Hands on her hips, she tapped her foot against the floor repeatedly. "He makes it sound so urgent and then doesn't bother showing up," mumbled Daphne with a derisive sniff.

Just goes to show that boys cannot be trusted. Girls either.

Very well, you couldn't trust anyone these days.

Plymouth was a little sweaty when he finally arrived. He probably should have levitated his trunk down the stairs, or maybe shrunk his trunk down to carry it, but... he didn't. He had his reasons.

Plymouth shoved his trunk at the door to get it open and then followed it in. "Ohhh! You're HERE! You came. Good. I .. good. Hi!" Plymouth scooted around his trunk - that had every piece of clothing he owned in it - and went to offer Daphne a hug. He just OFFERED though, no forcing it. He raised his arms and waited.

Oh. There he was! The man of the hour--and his trunk, apparently. "Morgan, hello," greeted Daphne sounding confused as she frowned and shook her head slightly, trying to put two and two together.

Except he was no extending his arms and looking at her expectantly? Forlornly? Grimacing, Miss Hopton laughed nervously. "Put your arms down, Plymouth. People will think you want to hug me."

That would be ridiculous.

"Those people would be right," Plymouth said slowly. But, he did as Daphne asked and lowered his arms. Then he sighed. "If I didn't know better," Plymouth tapped his legs with his fingers, "then those people might think you don't like me. And that's just false."

Well, this was nice. This lovely trip down Guilt Road. Sighing heavily, she reluctantly walked up to Plymouth and patted his arm softly. "Of course it's false. They wouldn't know what they're talking about." However, a hug was still out of the question.

Turning to the trunk, Daphne pointed down at it. "I suppose you'll explain to me why you just dragged that here." Now? Right now seemed an appropriate time.

"Hehe.... I knew. Let all the people think what they will. As long as I know." Plymouth tapped his nose. He KNEW Daphne Hops loved him. He knew.


"Right. Right. Well... I pushed my trunk down here to work out my muscles." And Plymouth lifted his arms again, this time curling his arms to flex for her. It probably didn't have an immediate effect on her, but the image would probably linger in her memories for later. "And, I need you to pick out clothes for me."

"Riiiight," hesitated Daphne wondering if Plymouth Morgan was thinking more about it than he should have. Building castles in the sky--or gardens in the sky if you may, of Daffodils and Daisies--oh, muscles? Solemnly, Daphne observed Morgan's arms before snorting. "How very conscious of you to keep a good figure."

Or something.

He needed his help with style? Scrutinizing his messy hair and beat up robes, faded trousers--Yeah, he definitely needed help. "Before I pick clothes out for you," murmured the blond leaning over to throw the trunk open. "And before I even tell you how horrible does trousers look on you--Why do you suddenly care about clothes?"

Standing up, she frowned at Morgan suspiciously. Just what was this about?

"Because," Plymouth GRINNED like a jack-o-latern, "I have a date. And I need to know what you - you being a girl - would like to see me in." Plymouth waved his hand at Daphne, her whole body, all of her being GIRL. Though, there was nothing WRONG with his current pants! He'd ... gotten them ... probably from the carnie lost and found. Didn't mean they weren't good pants though!

"Oh," retorted Daphne almost inaudibly, her mind drawing a buzzing blank. This was awkward. Why had she chosen her of all people? Hopton was more than certain Plymouth had more than enough girl friends who could have helped him. This could potentially put her in a uncomfortably situation with Cela.

Which was just plain unacceptable. "Well, that's...erm," stammered the blond scratching the back of her ear nervously as she knelt on the floor cautiously, using her robes to keep her knees OFF from direct contact with the dirty floor. "Nice."

Or fast, whichever. Turning her attention to the trunk once more, Daphne peeked into its contents. "I'll do my best to--" Her sentence ended short. Inside the trunk seemed to be the aftermath of an explosion of sorts, clothes thrown haphazardly together in there. Candy of all sorts strewn on top and peeking out from underneath knotted mismatched socks. A bright purple hat had been jammed rather forcefully from the corner. Pulling it out with a struggle, spilling out a wrinkled red t-shirt and several socks out, Daphne held it at arms length. Terrified, Daphne stared at the purple hat held between her thumb and index finger. "Oh Morgan. Oh, dear. Oh...so sad."

So so so sad.

"Hey!" Plymouth plucked the hat from her hand and jerked it down on his head. "I won this from the Hairy Man. The Muggles think he's a werewolf, but he's really just hairy." Plymouth hehe'd and did a little strut around Daphne with the hat. "You think I should wear this? Are hats "first date" material?"

Plymouth thought the feather might be a little much. But, then again, Evolette McKenna seemed like a girl who might appreciate feathers...

Choking, Daphne shook her head violently from her kneeling position as she untangling the socks from each other. "That hat isn't even wearable material at all, Plymouth Morgan!" scolded the blond placing the different colored socks on the floor and fishing for their counterparts amongst the sea of oddities in Morgan's trunk. "Put it there," she commanded pointing at an empty spot on the ground by the trunk. "I'll take care of that later."

It was going into the fireplace--along with the pair of satin fuchsia boxers she had pulled out. They had chocolate bars printed all over them, in Merlin's name!

"And this too," she finished discarding them to a corner. "Plymouth, have you ever heard of folding?" Matching socks? Normal underwear? Ironing even?

"Nah. I don't fold things. I just throw it all in there," Plymouth sort of dismissed the idea completely. But, he did as Daphne asked and took the hat off. He was DYING to put it on her head and see how cool SHE looked in it - but he figured she was picky about her hair. Which was..

"Your hair is pretty. It's pretty. I like it." Plymouth petted her head as he took a seat beside her at his trunk.