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She was getting annoyed. Bad. Taylor had long gone decided that getting on girls bad side was totally wrong- He always ended up being too confused so he should pull back while he was ahead. He wouldn't want Grace running away from him.

As if his daily life wasn't confusing enough?

And the idea of Nolan, Motize and Grace ganging up oon him seemed bad enough. He ran his hand nervously through his hair. He was sure- they would come to her rescue- Woops. "Ok I'll back off,"he saidsudenly, trying to sound casual and not scared of them ganging up on him.

Poor Taylor.

"You don't have to go- I won't do anything," He added, nervously still.

Grace relaxed a little when he pulled his hand back and told her he was backing off. Bwahaha. It worked. He backed off. Something about his expression told her he was scared of something. She giggled when he said she didn't have to go anywhere and he wasn't going to do anything.

"Are you okay?" She asked him when she skipped around him, completely relaxed. She didn't have a problem with being tickled, she just had a prolem with falling on the ground and somehow eating mud during the process. "Not scared of anyone are you?" She asked as she glanced back at the others, a hint of amusement in her voice.

She wanted to dance too. WHY wasn't there any music around? There should be a water proof music system availabe somewhere. She should try making one for next year.

Great. She noticed. According to Taylor- Grace was way too observant for his likings. She didn't miss a thing- back then she didn't miss that he was actually scared of dancing and now she was noticing his nervousness.

Stupid Expressions.

"Yes, I am fine- I am fine.."He coughed, placing both his hands on his back- rocking on his toes. And for a minute he felt stupid, standing there like that in the rain- all wet- and being all scared by a girl.

Pathetic.

"No am not scared,"he mummbled but glanced as she watched Nolan and Motzie again. Did Grace wanted to dance too? Without waiting for it, he asked. "Something wrong?"

Grace rolled her eyes. "Nobody is going to gang up on you." She said, giggling a little. "Don't worry. And I just didn't want mud in my mouth." She almost ALWAYS ended up on the floor whenever someone tickled her. And right now, it was not somethin she was keen about.

"Good." She said when he claimed he wasn't scared. "You don't have anything to be scared about I doubt they will even help me." She kept talking without realising what she was saying. "They'll just join in the tickling."

Grace nodded when he asked her if anything was wrong. Of course there was. No MUSIC!

"There is no music." She told him. "We need a waterproof music system. If there isn't one, we're going to invent it." She said, already including Taylor in her plans.

Dang it. She knew everything. Hmpf. "I am not afraid- of you guys ganging up on me,"he said quickly, a defence act. He stiffled a laughter. "Oooh. I wouldn't have let you- roll in the mud, Grace," He said, still chuckling lightly. "Unless you want to lose it- and roll all over,"He stuck his tongue out on her, feeling a bit better.

She was babbling. Yes Babbling again. Wow. Girls could talk, talk and talk. He felt the urge to tell she was babaling but he liked it- She was enjoying. "In that case- I should call them here, no?"

"Ooooooooooooooh YES! No music,"he agreed, nodding. Wat rain without music. "We can always sing.."he joked. It seemed like a good idea.

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Dang it. She knew everything. Hmpf. "I am not afraid- of you guys ganging up on me,"he said quickly, a defence act. He stiffled a laughter. "Oooh. I wouldn't have let you- roll in the mud, Grace," He said, still chuckling lightly. "Unless you want to lose it- and roll all over,"He stuck his tongue out on her, feeling a bit better.

She was babbling. Yes Babbling again. Wow. Girls could talk, talk and talk. He felt the urge to tell she was babaling but he liked it- She was enjoying. "In that case- I should call them here, no?"

"Ooooooooooooooh YES! No music,"he agreed, nodding. Wat rain without music. "We can always sing.."he joked. It seemed like a good idea.

Grace laughed when he said hew as not afraid of them ganging up on him. Sure he was. It was kind of clear on his face. “You honestly couldn’t have helped it.” She confessed. “I usually fall down when I am being tickled.” She was terrible. WHY did she have to be so ticklish? It wasn’t fair!

“NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!” Grace almost yelled (lucky it was raining so hard), ready to put her hands on his mouth if he called them over for tickling her. Stupid, unreliable, big mouth. Why didn’t she just shut up? Why did she have to say that? Hmph.

Grace’s lips twitched and then she was grinning. WHY didn’t she think of that before? SINGING! But they’ll still need a waterproof music system. Singing would do for now. “You will join me, riiight?” She asked him, with raised eyebrows. She had never heard him sing.

Tayllor laughed, he wasn't that ticklish- actually he felt odd when someone tried to tickle him. Yes Taylor York was wierd like that. Surprised, no? "It would've been fun to watch,"He winked at her.

He suddenly felt the first wave of cold hit him. The rain was still there and sudden breeze made him shiver visibly. He was sure- he would be sneezing the next morning. Taylor raised his eyebrow at her when almost yelled. "Okay- I won't call them here then"he grinned.

Was she serious? She took his idea? He couldn't sing- He was terrble singer. His ducky hated him when he even sang in the shower. Oh boy. Why did he get himself landed in this. But since ity was his brilliantidea, he couldn't refuse. "Sure why not-"He agreed, with more enthusiasm then he planned on- she just seemed too excited and it made him join in.

Blame the rain.

Hmpf.

Grace faked a pout. “Watching me covered in dirt would be fun to watch?” She asked him and giggled when he winked. Many people would call this flirting, but Grace wasn't actually aware that she was flirting.

Grace grinned when he said he wouldn’t call the others over. “Good. You wouldn’t be able to anyways.” She said, satisfied. She’d find a way to stop him if he tried. She was thinking that this conversation was getting more pointless as the time passed, but she was pro at pointless talks.

She giggled at his response, but she reached out to grab his arm and started twirling him around in the rain as she started singing.

Stella twirled in the rain. In minutes her hair was sticky with rain; her mascara blurring slightly around the eyes. She grasped Kate, who eeked, but obliged to the dance. They spun and twirled, ruining their dresses and dignity.

As she twirled Taylor around, who was a lot taller than her and it was getting harder by the minute, she noticed Ollie again. He was still standing alone and she frowned. Taylor had distracted her with tickle talking and her mission was to get Ollie to cheer up. It wasn't really his fault, but she got distracted. She had just presumed he went back to the castle, like the others.

Hmph.

"OLLLLLLLLLIE!" She called out to him as she twirled Taylor. Why was this going the other way round? HE should be the one twirling HER. Everything about her was so opposite. It was disturbing. No actuall, it was cool.

... and her mind was filling up with goo.

"OLLLIE!" She called him again, louder this time. "COME OVER HERE!" Would he be able to hear her screaming, the rain pretty much drowned her voice. Pffft. The rain couldn't stop her. She'd just shout louder if he didn't turn his head.

She was actually singing and she was so good. For a some real long minutes, Taylor found himself gawking at Grace- that was before she started twirling him. Brilliant. He laughed as she did so.

Wait. this was wrong. He should twrilling her- she shouldn't twril himm. How embarrassing!- But it was like she had the full lead- Taylor couldn't imagine being this bold with a girl. He'll faint forst, so thank God for Grace.

And the singing- even wit the promise- Taylor didn't understand how he could join in the singing. When she was singing so good- It'll be karaoke nightmare if he joined in so he had to do something that she wouldn't ask him to sing.

Twril her- you idiot! A voice shot inside his head and as soon as his ears rang- he put a end to her twrilling him and spun her around in a swift moment- rather boldly. "My turn," he added with a grin- twriling her once.

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She was actually singing and she was so good. For a some real long minutes, Taylor found himself gawking at Grace- that was before she started twirling him. Brilliant. He laughed as she did so.

Wait. this was wrong. He should twrilling her- she shouldn't twril himm. How embarrassing!- But it was like she had the full lead- Taylor couldn't imagine being this bold with a girl. He'll faint forst, so thank God for Grace.

And the singing- even wit the promise- Taylor didn't understand how he could join in the singing. When she was singing so good- It'll be karaoke nightmare if he joined in so he had to do something that she wouldn't ask him to sing.

Twril her- you idiot! A voice shot inside his head and as soon as his ears rang- he put a end to her twrilling him and spun her around in a swift moment- rather boldly. "My turn," he added with a grin- twriling her once.

Grace giggled when he stopped and spun her around. "Why, thank you sir." She said, trying to mimic the '16th Century' English accent as she was being spun around. "I was under the impression that you didn't dance." She continued. "Obviously, I was mistaken."

And then she resumed her singing with another song. She wanted to snort when she realised this was exactly like the sixteenth century England she had read about -- ladies singing on the piano (there wasn't any there, bt then there was rain) and the ladies and gentlemen dancing -- only, this wasn't exactly called dancing. This was spinning.

Ah well.

"I believe you promised to sing with me, sir." She said after a while. "Are you backing out on your promise?"

She could barely see Ollie anymore. Did he hear when she called his name? Maybe he was on his way. She decided she would wait for a while to see if he turned up and then call him againa nd then turned back to face Taylor.

This was hillarious. Now she was going all lady like. "Your very welcome- Fa Grace,"Taylor saidinthe most gentleman way he could. Putting his hand on her waist- and giving her a slight nod, he moved. Dancing wasn't that bad- when you are doing it alone. Ofcourse. He snorted when she said- he didn't dance. "Ofcourse, I don't dance- Save your toes while you can, madammossille,"

Thank God, to his Mum's addiction of Old muggle movies.

Slowly dipping her and then spinning her- Taylor grinned. Yes this was fine- slow dancing and not crazy jumpy dancing- where you can't save your toes.

Taylor coughed when she said- he was suppose to sing. "Ofcourse not, maa'm but I believe you don't want to ruin the moment-"he adde with a pleasant smile. It was ture- the rain. the dancing. Did she really hope to have nightmares?

The air was warm and comfy, just as Georgie and Hugo walked out to the balcony. She even let out a contented sigh as soon as she felt his arm around her. Not being able to help it, she cuddled closer to him, and she could feel her face grow hot, probably tinged with pink by now. Hugo really knew how to please.

Even his voice, no matter how casual, managed to charm her. Sometimes she wondered why she liked guys so easily. It made her look like some wanton. Eek.

"My summer was okay. Nothing too fancy, and definitely nothing that memorable. Except for that trip to Fiji daddy had so wanted us to take. We only stayed there for about a week, but we had fun anyway. The area was so beautiful! You should've seen it, Hugo." Nodding, she smiled up at him, a sparkle in her eyes. He looked so cute out here. "How was your summer?" She had to snap out of her daydreams. Seriously.

Just then, rain started to fall, and from a short distance, she could hear Mozzie complaining about Mother Nature. Georgie looked up at the sky and wrinkled her nose disapprovingly as raindrops fell on her face. "Eeek. We'd better get back inside," she announced, sheilding her head with her arms.

"You see? We definitely look good together, babe. No doubt about it." Auberon grinned down at her as she pressed herself against him. He wrapped his arms delicately around her little waist and held her close, their faces only inches away. He arched an eyebrow at her, then kissed the tip of her nose. When she announced that she would no longer pester him about fighting and whatnot, he grinned wickedly, followed by a low chuckle. "I win."

He then shrugged slightly at the mention of her vampire friends. Of course, he was still intrigued and curious. "Vampire friends, eh? How come I've never met them? Are they in Slytherin, too?" Hm. Maybe they were. Based on what he knew, vampires around here kept it low pro. Eh, whatever. Etain's next words made him forget that. "Ah! I can't wait either, of course. The year would be so dull without you by my side." He shifted, so that he had his one arm wrapped around her shoulder, and the other in his pocket. The party he was throwing had long been forgotten.

Etain's grace always managaed to amaze him, even if she was always that graceful. "Private? Hmm," he tapped his chin, pretending to 'think about it', but he knew she knew what his answer would be. "Why, of course my darling. Now, where did you want us to go?" The gleam in her eyes made him think of a number of places they could go.

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This was hillarious. Now she was going all lady like. "Your very welcome- Fa Grace,"Taylor saidinthe most gentleman way he could. Putting his hand on her waist- and giving her a slight nod, he moved. Dancing wasn't that bad- when you are doing it alone. Ofcourse. He snorted when she said- he didn't dance. "Ofcourse, I don't dance- Save your toes while you can, madammossille,"

Thank God, to his Mum's addiction of Old muggle movies.

Slowly dipping her and then spinning her- Taylor grinned. Yes this was fine- slow dancing and not crazy jumpy dancing- where you can't save your toes.

Taylor coughed when she said- he was suppose to sing. "Ofcourse not, maa'm but I believe you don't want to ruin the moment-"he adde with a pleasant smile. It was ture- the rain. the dancing. Did she really hope to have nightmares?

Grace blinked. Fa Grace? She was sure she had heard the 'Fa' once before ... in a muggle movie animation called Mulan. What did it mean? A very good question and she didn't have the answer. It was probably some Japanese word. Did Taylor know Japanese?

"Pardon me," She said, giggling slightly at the formality. "But what is the meaning of 'Fa'?" She was curious and probably won't rest till she figured it out. She felt his hand on her waist and was about to say something more, but he started to move. "Not bad, Mr. York." She whispered softly after a few moments and then supressed a giggle when he told her to save her toes. "I would, but you are a good dancer and I don't believe my toes are in much danger." She continued. "I wonder why you claim that you can't dance." Is that why he doesn't usually join in the dancing? To save his toes?

"Ruin the moment?" She asked him, blinking in surprise as she was twirled around. "But sir, how would your singing ruin the moment?" She asked him. "It was, after all, your idea to sing." She reminded him.

She was enjoying this.

Now how was he suppose to get out of this one? He didn't know what did 'Fa' mean- its just something his dad called his Mum. Maybe it menat pretty. Or Nice. Umm. Maybe he could just guess- and hope for the best. Now this was embarassing. Taylor looked away- a bit worried- This was exactly the reason he never got all this goey with girls. He always ended up having a confusing moment. "Er.. Gentle Grace,"Well that was the only thing that came into his head.

Yes. Lets go with Gentle Grace. Maybe if he played it cool- she'd buy it.

"Gentle Grace," He added again- trying his best to be smooth and moving a bit gracefully. Come to think of it- he should be careful before he crushed her toes. For some reason- Taylor never could control his expression and maybe thats why- he wasn't able to hold himself from blushing when she said he was a good dancer. Please don't let her see it. Please don't let her se it, Rain.

He cleared his throat trying to compose himself. "Why thank You, I guess rain gets the best of me,"Yes blame it on the rain. "But don't say I didn't warn you,"he grinned. "I really can't dance- am just doing what I see Mum doing with Dad,"he added more seriously.

"Well you are singing, thats good- Lets keep it to that we dont want you having nightmares"

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Now how was he suppose to get out of this one? He didn't know what did 'Fa' mean- its just something his dad called his Mum. Maybe it menat pretty. Or Nice. Umm. Maybe he could just guess- and hope for the best. Now this was embarassing. Taylor looked away- a bit worried- This was exactly the reason he never got all this goey with girls. He always ended up having a confusing moment. "Er.. Gentle Grace,"Well that was the only thing that came into his head.

Yes. Lets go with Gentle Grace. Maybe if he played it cool- she'd buy it.

"Gentle Grace," He added again- trying his best to be smooth and moving a bit gracefully. Come to think of it- ghe should be careful before he crushed her toes. For some reason- Taylor never could control his expression and maybe thats why- he wasn't able to hold himself from blushing when she said he was a good dancer. Please don't let her see it. Please don't let her se it, Rain.

He cleared his throat trying to compose himself. "Why thank You, I guess rain gets the best of me,"Yes blame it on the rain. "But don't say I didn't warn you,"he grinned. "I really can't dance- am just doing what I see Mum doing with Dad,"he added more seriously.

"Well you are singing, thats good- Lets keep it to that we dont want you having nightmares"

Grace blinked when he said it meant gentle. Gentle? Gentle Grace? She snorted -- very unlady-like. But whatever. "Gentle?" She asked him with raised eyebrows. "Really, Mr. York." She said. "You should know I am anything but gentle." She glanced around the grounds once more. Honestly. She was not gentle, in any way and that certainly was not a word to describe her.

It didn't even work will with her name. Gentle Grace.

When she looked up at him again, she opened her mouth to talk, but then snapped it shut. Was he .... Blushing? Grace looked away again, not sure if she should say something. If she could, even. WOW.

She ignored that tiny fact and then nodded when he said he warned her. "Sure you did." She said. "But you really aren't bad." Not that she was terribly great herself.

"Not singing anymore." She said and then dismissed it. "It's okay, Taylor. If you don't want to, I won't make you." She laughed, though. "Imm pretty sure I won't have nightmares. I don't have them very often."

"Well falttery might get me somewhere-"He grinned, trying his best not to step on her toes. Well now that he knew he might have a chance of stepping on her foot- he was more conscious . Just Great.

"I'll take your word on it"He laughed whenshe said- he wasn't that bad. It was stil raining- and it didn't look, it will end soon enough. Taylor looked up- the rain thruming down his face. It was getting heaviwer by the second. Taylor visibly shivered. He might feel all cold... soon.

Her voice brought him back to the situation. "Well you might not have nightmares but soon enough a good catchy cold,"he said, a bit serioulsy. How annoying a bad cold caould be. He should know. Especially since tyou are forced to drink YUCKY soups. Stupid Cold. Taylor Hmpfed inwardly. "Maybe we sho- should he- head inside," He stuttered. He hadn't realized- he was this cold.

Hugo listened contently as she decribed her summer. Well it sounded a lot better than his own, which had been utterly boring. Especially without anybody to flirt with, although he had met two charming ladies in Diagon Alley. He shrugged. "My summer was okay, I guess. Not exactly the most thrilling holiday ever, but not too bad." He winked at her.

Eeeee. Rain! Wrinkling his nose, Hugo grabbed Georgie's hand and pulled her to cover. Yuuuck. He shook his hair, and held Gee close to him. "You cold?" He asked her.

OoC: I'm a horribly impatient person.
And we're 11 pages into this. Soooo! It's the next day. :] September 2. Hooray. If you haven't posted in a while, be expecting a PM from me. You joined, let's get busy, shall we? Hurrah!


Stretching and yawning, Mozzie sat up in bed, groggily. While it rained, she'd been out late. Proof was in the pile of still damn clothes at the foot of her bed on the floor - even her cloak had been soaked. Nolan's clothes probably looked the same, she mused, sleepily, as she pulled herself out of bed. Blaargh. Mornings. How she hated them. Morzella O'Niel was NOT a morning person.

Standing in front of the mirror, she surveyed herself. Her hair was, as per usual, standing up and sticking out at all sorts of different directions and angles. A little bit of hair gel and a few strategically (ahem, randomly) placed ribbons and that would be fine.

Clothing, she decided, was easy. An old band t-shirt (no one at the school had even heard of Boys Like Girls) went under her white, button up school shirt. Her tie, instead of around her neck, went around her waist in a chic little belt. Her skirt was typical, except that she wore buttons on the right side - band buttons, silly buttons, sarcasm, politics.

Perfect.

Skipping down to the Common Room, she found that Nolan was already there.

"Morning!"

Nolan was better known for being the early riser. Already in the Common Room, he was dressed and ready. Sideswept hair neat and tidy, a studded belt on, hidden by his button up, he had a book in his lap and was studying while some Ravenclaws had slept.

"It's ten am, you know," he pointed out. "If you weren't out in the rain so late, you probably would have woken earlier."

He watched in amusement as Mozzie shrugged and seated herself across from Nolan on the couch.

"Yes well. I was having a fab dream. See you and I wer-"

"Mozzie. I'd rather not hear it."

Nolan had been the focus of many of Mozzie's odd dreams before.

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Perhaps it was a weird trend, but Tristan, too, was an early riser. But Boo hardly slept longer than she did. As was to be expected, soon after he'd come down from the dormitories, toussled hair and rumpled clothing and all, Boo had followed shortly. He nodded a greeting to her, grabbed a donut from the platter on the coffee table and seated himself in an armchair.

Boo followed suit, even mimicking Tristan's march, before she abruptly climbed up into Tristan's lap, snuggled closer to him, and bit into her donut.

"Cheerio, good Sire. Lovely day, eh, ol' chap?" she greeted him in a phony, posh London accent.

Tristan merely chuckled against the top of Boo's head. (He was more easily amused between the hours of midnight and noon.)

"You've woken in a good mood," he pointed out. "Last night you were seething. I recall dragging you to the dorm of your dorms."

"Ayye," agreed the tiny girl. "But, no sense in crying over spilled on, rained out parties, oui? "Now, Stormy. Let us FEAST!"

Georgie was... not breathing.

She couldn't even reply to his summer story anymore. Even before she had a chance to react, he had pulled her into his arms and she could smell him. She wanted to squeal so badly! Agh! "I'm... fine. Gosh Hugo, you're ever so warm," she said, snuggling up to him carefully and giggling quietly. This was a night to remember. She had to thank Boo for this.

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Sunlight started streaming into the window into the girl's dorm, and Georgie blearily opened one eye. As soon as she realized she was fully awake, she sat up quickly and clutched her sheets as tightly as she could against herself, breathing heavily. Eek. Eek. Eek! She spent last night's party with Hugo! Eeeek! She slumped back down on her bed and covered her mouth with a pillow. It was all she could do not to start squealing everyone awake. Maybe she'd stay in bed just a little bit longer.

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Yawn. Last night's party was a drag, definitely, but Auberon and Etain's private rendezvous made up for all of it. He grinned to himself as he sat up in bed. Hm. He missed his beloved already.

He got out of bed, slipped on his green robe and matching slippers, and looked at the mirror. Man, he looked macho. He then proceeded to the Girl's Dormitory, and knocked gently. "Etain, dear? You awake?" He asked out loud, leaning his shoulder on the door frame.

"Hewwoo" That was suppose to sound Hello but well the cold that Taylor Yok was experiencing was worse than anything he had experienced before. And he sneezed again. Oh boy. This was going to be a bad bad day.

Should we blame the rain? Yes please.

"I am glad You didn't say, Good Morning- Cause It isn't a good morning at all,"Taylor annonced as Mozzie skipped down into the Commeon Roomn. Taylor had been there all morning- apparently he wasn't able to sleep at all due to the cold.

And he was hungry. Awww man.

Yawning loudly, Hugo sat up in bed and stretched. Light was pouring in through a crack in the curtains, and he felt his heart thud. Had it been a dream? He frowned and leapt out of bed. He crawled around on the floor for a good ten minutes, before grinning happily. Hehehe. His hopes had been confirmed; he had spent Boo's party with Gee, and she still had his jacket. Smiling smugly, Hugo crawled back into bed, and grabbed a magazine with THE SNITCH scrawled across his front.

A loud groan erupted from a wriggling lump underneath the bed covers. Cleo clawed at the pillow, trying to shut out any noise that dare to enter the room. Her head was throbbing uncomfortably, and her blonde, straggly mop appeared from under the duvet. Rubbing her eyes, she yawned, and peered around the room. Stells and Kate were still sleeping soundly, so she crawled out of bed. Shoving on a baggy hoodie and pulling on her slippers, Clo made her way down to the common room.

Grace rolled over in her bed, pulling the blanket over her head once again. She was in no mood to wake up -- having spent the most part of last night out in the rain with Taylor and Ollie. The sunlight lit up the dormitory, which was pretty much empty, except Grace, sleeping in -- again.

But she had never been a morning person and the routine of sleeping at about three in the morning and waking up at about twelve in the afteroon will be hard to let go after a while summer of following it. But it shall be done -- eventually.

TRIIIING!

Grace frowned and rolled over once more, pulling the pillow on top of her head. Urgh. Stupid, alarm clock. Couldn't it let her sleep in peace? Urgh. She hated it.

Long, thin fingures emerged from under the blanket and hit the snooze button and then disappeared back into the sheets. Grace sighed at the silence. Peace. Finally she could re- Triiiiiiiiiiiiiiiing. URGH!

"Alright. Alright. imm getting up." A muffled voice came from under the blanket. Grace sighed and pulled the covers off herself. Poooffff. She glared at the clock for a few minutes and then sighed and got off her bed, making her way over to the bathroom, slamming the door shut behind her.

She emerged from the bathroom about fifteen minutes later, wrapped up in her bathing gown and it took her another ten minutes to get ready. Her slight headache wasn't helping either. Meh. She'll have to deal with it. She was the one who suggested staying up so late in the rain. But at least it wasn't a cold and she knew this headache would disappear in a few minutes.

She walked out of the dormitory and decended the steps and reached the common room. "Morning." She said with a smile. Her hair were left loose over her shoulders, as always. Her tie was a little loose and her school shirt was not tucked it, although she looked tame next to Mozzie.

And anotehr sneeze erupted from Taylor's mouth. "Oh man.. I hate Cold,"He groaned in a real whiney voice and let his head fall back on the chair. Stupid cold. Stupid Headache. He just got back to Hogwarts and this cold.

"Hey Gracc- AAAAAAACCCCCCCCHHHOOOOOO! - cee"That didn't come out right did it? He tried to look at the girl but somehow his vision was a bit blur due to all the water in his eyes. First day. First Cold. It usually equals to Bad year perhaps. "Imma go back to bed,"He muttered sniffling. He was gonna miss his class now. How annoying can things get?

Inez was normally an early morning person. She never liked to sleep a whole lot. It just waisted all the time that she could be having fun! But this morning it was late when she finally opened her eyes.

Slowly, pulling the covers off, she got up and walked grogily to the middle of the room and just stood there as her tired eyes flitted over everything. It's so bright this morning! she thought to herself as she looked down at her hair. The thinner layers were bent in different directions now.

By the time she finally looked at the time it had been a good few minuets later. She jumped with a little Inez-type squeel and ran to grab some clothes.
Under her white, button up shirt she put on her rainbow colored striped t-shirt. It was fitted and could be seen slightly through the white. She quickly tied her tie in it's usual loose fashion looking more like it was meant to be some kind of fabric necklace. She pulled on some brightly colored socks and some of her randomly colored braclets to go with.
Now just for some make up and of course, hair. Lime green on the bottom and hot pink on her top eye lid along with her beloved eye liner. She fixed her hair to the best of her ablility with the time she felt sure she had then ran downstairs with drink in hand.

She waved at her gryffindor friends. "Is half my day over?!" she asked bitterly, blinking at them.

It was a later start then usual for Quentin too. When he opened his eyes the first thing he thought was, School. How depressing. With a quiet sigh he hoisted himself out of bed and threw some clothes on.

He hated the uniform. Same thing every day with the acception of weekends. But there's not much he did about it.
He pulled up his black jeans, buttoned up the white shirt and rolled up one of the sleeves absentmindedly then glanced in a mirror at his bed, head hair. Yet another thing he couldn't do much about. He did his best to flatten some of the bent ends then headed downstairs, greeting his friends with a nod and small smile.