Originally Posted by Syd (:

Hearing Ivory's 'aww,' Dallin snickered quietly. He looked sideways at the prefect, smirking. Then he started to wonder if Ellie saw what Ivory was so obviously seeing in the Huffie prefect.

"Oh, you have!" His smirk morphed into a smile when Ivory said she'd heard of Merlin's. For some reason he was happier when people he talked to already knew about the school. He was about to answer her question, but she kept talking.

Chuckling, he shook his head. "Don't worry, it's not really personal. I went there for four years, got tired of living in my sisters' shadows, and talked my parents into letting me come here." He shrugged to show that it wasn't really a big deal. "I think it's great that I came here too," he said, half-smiling. "I like this place a lot better."

Hearing a voice kind of behind him, Dal looked back. A Ravenclaw? Dallin wondered if he should introduce himself, but then he decided to wait. He didn't want to inturrupt anything.

Originally Posted by Lockhartian

Tsk! He was grinning back. Yes, this was all very hard to watch, like, seriously. But Treyen was certainly getting better at whatever had been overcoming him. Though, he still didn't like Dallin, that was a fact.

But, the boy seemed to have good taste in Quidditch. Puddlemere United was an amazing one. Good for Dallin. And...whaaaaaat?! He was Muggleborn?! He loooved Muggleborns! Treyen could just...forget the whole Ellie-thing, right? After all, he did know very little of the Ravenclaw boy. "That's a nice team you support," he approved, and that was A LOT, coming from Treyen, especially now, "I'm with the Arrows, always supported them, my dad used to play with them," that was the main reason, and, also, the Arrows were simply amazing.

There was a reason why Drake Warren was chosen to play for England again, he was the best Beater the Arrows' had ever had.



Oh.

She was biting her lip again...that...couldn't be good. It was her question that sort of surprised him, though. He didn't get it. "Yes...," he said, tentatively, as if he was afraid he'd made an even BIGGER mistake, this kind of reminded him of how he acted around Neptune, except...he was smarter around Queen Bott, "...it's for you."

Eyes were on her, no doubt.

And...he was so going to assume she didn't want it if she didn't take it soon enough, unless she was still mad at him for not greeting her?

But her words were failing her, and he became even more worried about it. The Prefect eyed Ivy for a moment, as if to ask if he'd done something wrong, but the only one who could answer him was Ellie. Really.

"You...what?" he said, softly, "Are you alright?" he only hoped he wasn't the one to blame.

And he was about to ask if she liked her gift or if he should...like...sell it or something when the other voice spoke up.



Mmmmhmmm. He sooo wanted to say 'State your business', but there was no reason for Treyen to be that rude, not that he'll ever say such a thing.

But...he knew his name.

Blink.

Treyen froze at his next words. The fifth year actually felt like he was a firstie again, talking to a boy about planes and whatnot and comparing him to Harry Potter anytime he could.

THE Tiberius?!

He opened his mouth, but failed to say something. He just kept on blinking.

Tiberius. The most unusual name he's ever heard. How could Treyen NOT remember him?! His whole face lit up with one of those blinding Gilderoy-like smiles and he stood up..."Tiberius!"...mind you, he was standing ON the bench, and pretty much gave the tall boy a tight hug.

It was manly enough, okay?

"You never wrote," that was the first thing he thought of saying, after he'd loosened the grip on the boy. Blink. "But that...doesn't matter, you're here now!" he smiled, though, not as wide as before.

Originally Posted by AmbiguouslyMe

Tiberius shuffled his feet a little, aware of exactly how many people were involved in this conversation that he'd just busted in on. He nodded and offered a little half wave and a mouthed 'hi' to the Ravenclaws he certainly didn't recognize, but quickly turned back when he heard another call him Tibi.

Tibi... No one called him that any more. Except his mum. And well.. ok, so a few did, but most called him Tiberius now. But yes.. Tibi. That's how people here would remember him.

He looked at the girl and smiled before his eyes went wide with recognition. "Ivory?"

He was about to say more, when he suddenly was enveloped by a rather exuberant Treyen on the bench. Tiberius' smile broke into a grin as he attempted to move his arm to pat the boy on the back. Remembered, he was!

When the boy's grip loosened, Tiberius reached up to rub the back of his head. "Jake was so mad when I told him I was transferring that I thought most everyone would be, too," he offered apologetically. He shrugged. "But, I'm back now and if all goes well, I'll stay till I graduate."

He paused, looking at the boy's badge once again. "Prefect, eh?"