He laughed hearing her. "Yeah they join in- and have their friends curse some wrong part of the body becuase they sneeze to loudly, no?" He asked sniffling intentionally and wrinkling his nose to grin. Well ofcourse the teasn't going to squish all the cold out of him- but he was feeling much better so he went for the toast too- suddenly feeling the need and the want ofcourse to eat. "I think I might be getting my hunger back,"

If that was the response to his 'gentle squueze' to her. The Blush, her arm making his way to his waist- and the constant warmth from her radiating toward him (and it was such a nice feeling 'Mmmmmhmm'-) then Taylor wanted to snuggle her everytime.

Hehehe. Oi! Thoughts on loose again.

Well he hadn't really noticed it at frist when he had put his arm around her- but when her own arm snaked its way around his waist and she welcomed him- Taylor couldn't help but bite his lower lip in glee- because he was feeling the tingly feeling again. When she removed her arm- he breathed out a silent sigh- knowing only then that he had been holding his breath.

He might not shower now. Yes. He wont shower- this was just an awesome feeling. No shower until the feeling weared off him itself- which he hoped never happened. hehehe. Gross Taylor.

His eyes widened with such twinkleness- when she said she wasn't blushing- because she was. Oh my God. Oh my God. Oh My God. A sudden 'WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE' ran through his mind and he actually wanted to jump with joy. He was making Grace blush. . . that meant...

Wait! What did it mean? Blink.

And now she was stuttering. Oh boy. Now there were flips inisde his stomach and butterflies definitely flying inisde. Why was he feeling this now...? For a moment- it stopped, Yes everything stopped- literally everything felt still- and Taylor's hand rose and he touched her too red cheek- which was so warm now. He just wanted to feel it. . . He wasn't sure- it was him who was doing this all- because now his thumb trembled slightly as he gently rubbed the side of her face, feeling the warmth. And he was staring... no.. he was looking at her- like for the first time, perhaps.

But as soon as this had happened- just as soon- Taylor suddenly felt the surrooundings around him: The chattering on the table, the noises and beating of his own heart. He dropped his hand almost immediately and starightened himself.

What did he do? WHy did he do it? Oh God. Oh God. Oh God.

Coughing, he stumbled on his own feet and the seat.. "I am sorrry- I err.. Of course You aren't blushing-"Cough. "I was joking, You know me.."

Awkward Awkward. Awkward. RUNAWAAYY! RUNAWAYY! RUNNWAAYY!

Grace wasn't sure how it happened, but then suddenly his hand was on her face. On her cheek. She could feel her cheeks burn and the warmth spread through her. Her face was redder, if that was even possible. She could feel the blood rush into her face. Then his thumb stroked the side of her face. She finally looked up at him, at his eyes -- watching the way he was looking at her, the way his messy hair fell over his forehead. She was sure her face was as red as a tomato by then.

And something was wrong. This was really very, very stupid. Why was she behaving in such a way? Why was she reacting to him the way she was? This was so stupid. URGH!

Pull yourself together, girl!

And then he said he was joking. Grace giggled, her red face was going back to the normal shade. She finally composed herself and nudged him playfully. "It's okay." She said, finishing her toast. "I thought you were hungry now?" She was trying to get the conversation back to normal now.

How did you get out of a a very 'Awakward situation- where You tocuh a girls cheek,- who is blauhing but denying it- and where you want to jump with joy' and pretend nothing happened- or nothing affected you. Blink.

Everything to do with Girls confused Taylor. And complicated tingly feeling stuff happening with Grace was just so .... wierd.. and nice.

Stop it.

When she nudged him- he took the courage and looked at her. She was back in her color. Pheww.. It won't be spo hard pretending something happened then. Yayy! "Yeah Hungry- Yes.. Hungry. . ."He said- realziing that he was huingry and that was the reason he was sitting with Grace in the great Hall felt like he was brought back to earth and everything around him felt more prominent now. Well it had to. Everything was normal now- excpet the butterflies flying about in his stomach. Hmpf.

"I was hungry- I guess, I think- A toast or two would be okay,"He forced himself to say. He wasn't that hungry now. "Umm so I never got to know- How was your summer, Grace?" Now this just felt stupid. Grrr.

ooc: Eeee gads, dito! -supertackleglomps Mozzie and Nolan and Tristan and Boo- Zomg! I just can't decide. They all make me giggle. -nod nod- lolz

Oh and I forgot to mention...
As Quentin would say... Horrible.

"Yeah... We probably could have," he answered with a small nod as he followed behind Mozzie out the door. "But apparently we could all hear Inez's hair frizzing and she didn't particularly like that thought." Plus there was the fact that he wasn't a big fan of rain dancing. Much like Nolan. Or so he had thought.

He smirked again to himself, picturing Nolan Weiss dancing in the rain. Funny, funny picture. But the funny picture ended abruptly.

With Nolan's last comment, Quentin could feel an actual blush come on. Hopefully an unnoticable one, but a blush none the less. Quentin Girard did not blush. Like... Ever.

Ignoring it to the best of his abilities he shrugged. "I wouldn't have wanted to take away from any of your fun," he finally said, wryly.
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Alright! xD

Quentin certainly appeared rather uncomfortable, which was all to the slightly sadistic pleasure of Nolan. Quirking his lips up in a serene, Chesire-cat style smile, he chuckled, his quiet voice lower as he spoke again.

“Ahh, right, right, of course,” he replied, his voice jovial. How obvious that Nolan was enjoying himself. “You’d rather keep Mozzie to yourself without interference, wouldn’t you?”

No, Nolan really wasn’t stupid. He was a Ravenclaw, after all. And though he often was quiet and kept to himself, he was calculating and perceptive. And it had not gone unnoticed by him that Quentin, whether suddenly or not, seemed to have some kind of fondness for Mozzie – a soft spot, if you would.

And sweet, ill-perceptive Mozzie hadn’t even seemed to notice. But even she seemed somewhat responsive towards Quentin and his selective attention towards her. Yes, Nolan was not blind.

“You guys are so slow!” called Mozzie from a few feet away, where she had paused to wait for the slow-pokey boys. Quentin, she noticed, had a certain air of discomfort to him. Were his cheeks rosier than normal? Huh. He’d never struck her as the type to experiment round with blush. Maybe… perhaps he’d allow her to give him a make-over sometime…? Gasp!

“C’mooon! My tummy says ‘Feeed me Morzella! Feed me now!’ And just so you know, no one calls me Morzella unless they’re serious.” Duh. “So this is serious.” Thanks, Inez?

Huffing, she marched the couple remaining steps over to the boys, sidled between them, and grabbed a hand from each of them with firm grasp.

“I’m famished. Food is needed. Last night’s dancing burned a million calories that I don’t have so I need to be replenished! Now! MARCH!” With a firm tug, she began to move forward.

Nolan made a point to glance over Mozzie’s head and grin his Chesire-cat grin at Quentin.

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Quietly, Tristan sighed. There was a very good reason that Inez was not in Ravenclaw with Quentin and the rest of their friends – quite bluntly, the girl didn’t have it in her. That she could even believe the accent and such that Boo had pulled was an entire language… was that cute or sad…? He really couldn’t tell.

“Right, ladies. To the Great Hall then. Brekkie and those ‘Claw friends of ours await, I’m sure. I’ll bet Nolan is dragging them down the hall right this moment.” Hah. Wrong friend, dear Stormy.

Clinging to Tristan’s arm (and looking quite like a younger sister of ten years, the way he towered over her) Boo grinned happily and beamed over at Inez.

“Brekki, y’know. Breakfast. You en’t big on accents, are ye’, ol’ chap?” Now Boo was blending all sorts of accents, possibly sounding like she was speaking an entirely different accent. “Bacon. Omelettes. Oooooh some of those apples with that yummy, yummy dip…”

Boo slipped off into her own reverie, salivating at the idea of different foods. Mmm… how hungry she was. Food always made a ruined party better.

[OoC: I cannot deny how deeply in love I am with Quentin. –swoon-]

Small foot steps could be heard in one of the many halls of Hogwarts. It was a petite girl, brown hair that fell around her in loose curls, bouncing with every step she took. The young girl had no make-up on and looked rather pale.

Bridget loved walking the halls at night...well normally, except this night imparticular. Why? Because of the racket from that blasted party the pretty boy was throwing. 'Honestly' Bridget thought ro herself, rolling her eyes and shaking her head. She was wearing black basketball shorts and a black tank that hugged her body, and white flip flops. She was on her way towards an exit, a pencil and drawing book in hand hinting at what she was about to go do.

She had stopped going to these pointless parties after her first one, now could she really consider it a party? Nope. Because a party to her was so much more then just dancing and conversing. She smiled as a memory entered her mind. She was just passing by the party, uncontously hurrying her steps as to not be seen by anyone...unwanted.

She was going outside to draw, nothing else.

Georgie rolled over in his bed, squeezed her pillow against her face, hard. Her stomach was being bombarded with butterflies and she felt the urge to giggle out loud. Hmm. Or maybe it was just her hungry stomach. No way! Hugo-moments, or cute-guy moments in general, always made her giggle. She decided to go get some food.

As she jumped off the bed and put on her slippers, she stood up, but before she could take even a few steps, she had stumbled and fallen over something. Looking behind her, she giggled, then reached for Hugo's jacket, which was apparently still with her. "I should give it back," she muttered excitedly to herself, then picked herself up and bounded down to the Great Hall.


Upon reaching the place, she was delighted to find that a few of her friends were there already. "Good day, people!" She said with a wide grin as she sat down at the table and grabbed some food for her plate.

Now she just had to wait for Hugo to come so she could return his jacket. His smell was still wafting slightly. Eeeek.

Auberon was getting impatient. Etain wasn't answering, and he wanted to be with her already! Opening the door to the girl's dorm, he looked around, watching the sleeping girls, and a few of them squealing and giggling as they spotted him. He then stepped aside as Cleo made her way out of the room, apprently just waking up. She still looked cranky. "Mornin', Cleo dear," he greeted her, winking. Then he watched her walk down to the Common Room. He shrugged.

"Etaaaain. Wake uuup," he cooed, walking slowly towards her bed. Eh. Being royalty around here was good, since you could go anywhere you wanted. Mwaha.

Nolan was enjoying himself. That much was clear. He just loved the fact that he could make Quentin Girard blush and want to move on to different topics of any sort.

He figured there was enough enjoyment among the students at the school. So, he wouldn't give. He raised an eyebrow and looked at him with a mock look of worry. "Does your mouth move when you talk?" he asked. His way of half playing along and saying 'shut up' at the same time.

Quentin, too, was not stupid. Just incredibly stubborn and chose to believe that Nolan didn't know what he was talking about.

Though, when Mozzie grabbed his hand he was almost startled. But he wouldn't show that in his face. He didn't say anything and there wasn't much he could do other than be dragged.

Nolan certainly did not go unnoticed. He just flashed a small fake smile before looking away again with a look that had 'oh my god..' written all over it.

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Inez giggled at the thought of Nolan dragging anyone off to breakfast. Ooo but maybe he was! He danced yesterday! Maybe he was going crazy. It was good crazy though. If only Quentin would join in those steps. Hmm...

Still clinging to Stormy's arm she grinned and nodded as though the whole brekki concept just clicked. "Oh! That makes sense..." she said, as anyone could clearly see the wheels turning. "Where did they get 'brekki' though..?" she wondered aloud.

She thought about if for a few more moments before being distracted by all the funny sounding words. She beamed. "I wanna learn them!" She stated, brightly.

Bacon she got. "Ahh baaaaaacon! Crispy, crispy, crunchy bacon!" She squeeled excitedly, thowing up her other hand that held her drink. Thank Merlin it was still cealed! That could have been messy. It, of course, was unnoticed. She looked at both of them with wide eyes. "We should hurry! What if all the yummeh food's gone?"

She blinked her Inez blink. What a horrible, horrible thought.

ooc: -giggles- You may have to battle Motzie for him >.<

OoC: That's terribly sad, isn't it? -.-'' Fighting my own fictional character for her fictional crush...? :/ I'll stick to my other fictional crushes -will still love Quentin-

A smug smile rest on Nolan's face as he nearly skipped along down the hall with Mozzie. In such a good mood, was he, that he had no qualms with being giddy and skippy - because it wasn't every day that one could get Quentin to blush. Nor was it was everyday that he got to so mericlessly tease the boy.

Besides, deep down, of course Quentin was enjoying it. Cackle. He probably wouldn't mind being teased like that by Mozzie - any thing to get her attention and smile. Heh. Nolan chuckled quietly to himself. Though he was slightly deluded about relationships, he could at least see that there was some crackle between the two.

Even if he couldn't really tell what Quentin thought about Mozzie.

Better not be anything bad. If he plans to do anything bad with Mozzie... Like Tristan, Nolan could be horribly big-brotherly to the girls in the group. Mozzie had been by his side since they were young - he wouldn't allow anyone to harm her in any way.

Hopefully Quentin was aware of this.

"Eeeeek! Hurry, huuuuurrry!" Mozzie cried as a rumble grew from her stomach and the doors to the Great Hall drew nearer. She picked up speed, tugging again at the boys as she ran for the door.

She'd have to slip something out of the Great Hall. At least at lunch, when she had her bag with her. It was hard to manuever napkins full of cookies and rolls out of the Great Hall without something to carry it in.

Humming happily, she pushed open the doors to the Great Hall, waving happily at the Ravenclaw table, (though rather uncertain of who was even seated there.)

Still dragging the boys, she seated herself at the table with Georgie, nearby Arianna. Then she turned straight to Georgie.

"You disappeared last night," she stated, a rather accusatory tone in her voice, while her hands grappled at all the food around her.

Nolan sighed and grabbed her hands, pulling them back. "Watch where you're putting that food," he lectured softly, having just stopped Mozzie from spilling a fried egg into her lag. "Pardon her," he explained to Georgie. "She's ah... got an excess of energy." Then his eyes slid to Quentin. "Perhaps someone should help her use it up."

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"'Course it won't be gone, Nezzy!" Boo cried, though she hurried forward. "Let's go!"

And off she ran, with Tristan trailing behind. He didn't run so much as... scampered? It was surely an odd sight.

Not long after Mozzie and Co. had seated themselves did Boo fling open the doors of the Great Hall, marching herself towards the Ravenclaw table.

"Ayyyyy! Good morrow' sweet maties! How's the brekkie treating ye?" Then she sat down beside Georgie, wiggling over, before glancing up and blinking at her. "You! Yarrr! Ye be the one 'oo ditched us for serial hear breaker yonder, aye?"

Tristan groaned, lowring himself down on Mozzie's other side, across from Boo. He sent her a gentle tap to the shin with his shoe.

"Boo has... an excess load of energy."

>.<

Oh the people Quentin chose to hang out with. As he was dragged into the great hall with oh so smug Nolan he could not for the life of him figure out how it was that he got stuck with them all. Maybe it was Inez.. That would seem right. He just sighed to himself, taking no more side glances over to Nolan as they made their way to the table.

He made a small smile and nod in his usual hello to Georgie and even, suprisingly, to Arianna. Maybe he could sit with her today. Haha. That would go over well... Though it would be the first semi silent meal he would have had at school in a long time.

But no. Inez wouldn't stand for it and where's the fun in complete silence?

Once his hand was officially dropped he went and sat across from Nolan. What a stupid, stupid decision this morning! He groaned, sinking down slightly in his seat.

Where was Inez?

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Inez giggled and let go of Tristan's arm before chasing after Boo. Being Inez, she successfully tripped over her shoe, but luckily, caught herself this time! That must have deserved a victory march.

As she came in, she stopped at the door to give a huge wave over to the Gryffindor table before following over to the Ravenclaws.

By the time she made it, she had already missed some of Boo's awesome new 'language' and found herself giggling again. "Quency!!!" She squeeled, spotting him.

"'Nez!" Thank God. He scooted himself over and watched as she brought herself and her beloved drink over to sit next to him. She was now the one sitting across from Nolan.

"Quentin, you look so PInk!" Her last word came out suprisingly high. She looked at him for another moment, admirring this new look before she turned to open her drink.

"Do I?" He made a glance at Nolan. "Hm."

Suprisingly, it didn't go unnoticed by little Inez. She looked at the two of them then finally at Nolan again and put her hands on her hips. She even raised an eyebrow! Gasp! "Nolan Weiss, what did you do to Quentin?" But before he could even answer she beamed again. "Nolan! You look so nice today! Eeee gads!"

Quentin just made a stab at his food.

OoC: How I love this scene >:] They're so cute. And Mozzie is so oblivious and Quentin is so blushy blushy. -cackles-

Quietly, Nolan chuckled, in a manner that could almost be deemed devious. With the way his lids half-closed over his eyes, he seemed to appear as if he had a secret to him. Lips quirked upward on one side, he glanced over at the still-somewhat-pink Quentin. He obviously wouldn't tell Inez and having glanced at Nolan, Quentin had all but given it away.

"Mmm... I did nothing," he replied in his soft voice. "I only mentioned something to Quentin this morning. Just said something to him about how you guys should have stayed and played with Mozzie in the rain. Perhaps... Quentin thought of something else?" Nolan's voice had become a murmur and though he spoke to Inez, his eyes were focused on Quentin, watching to see if any more color would fill his cheeks. He'd given away hardly any information and yet enough to hopefully tip Quentin, again.

"You guys stayed out in the rain?" Boo intervened before there was any more chance for Nolan to mock Quentin. "Why didn't anyone tell me? Huh?"

"Maybe because someone had to be dragged inside, throwing a fit of her ruined party?" offered Tristan.

"HAH! The party didn't have to be ruined! We coulda kept it going out in the rain like they did!"

"Yuh huh!" Mozzie agreed. "Nolan was splashing in the puddles with me! He seemed really happy."

Now Nolan grunted. "Hmph. I was just... the butterbeer and sunlight..."

Grinning cheekily, Mozzie reached and pinched Nolan's cheek. "Don't make excuuuses Nollie Cakes!" She didn't even bat an eye as Nolan swatted her hand off. "You're a fab dancer, y'know and it was lots of fun. Everyone saw you dancing - nothing wrong with dancing in the rain with me." Then she turned and faced Inez and Quenin, grinning brilliantly. "It was really fun. You guys shoulda stayed."

Count on oblivious Mozzie to bring that sneaky grin back to Nolan's irritated face.

"I already told Quentin that," Nolan replied in an almost sing-song voice.

Tristan, also rather perceptive, watched the scene with a curiously keen eye. What in the world was Nolan up to anyway, poking at Quentin like that? Surely... did it actually have to do with Mozzie? Curiously, he watched and listened, his eyes watching the sneaking grin that grew on Nolan's face.

"Right," he interrupted, attempting to change the subject. "So you all seem to be rather chattery this morning. Excited for your classes?"

ooc: And he's SO hating Nolan in this scene! -giggles evily-

Had Quentin done something to Nolan the other night? Did he say something offensive? This is what he was trying to figure as he sat, staring down at his food with his fork in hand.

At his last words, he made another stab at his food and stuck the peice of pancake in his mouth. There was no more change in color to his face. He just chewed. And rather vehemently at that.

"Oh!" Good ol' oblivious Inez just grinned and nodded. "Well I don't think it would have worked. I don't like rain, 'cause we broke up a long time ago because of heights and other stuff."

What?

"OoooO! I like puddles! They're actually friendly." She grinned and stuck a vibrant blue bendy-straw in her drink. Taking a big sip she looked at Mozzie like she was telling a story.

Quentin smirked at the new and more clear picture of Nolan and his happy puddle-jumping. Maybe he should get him a yellow rain coat and rain boots!

He looked up at Mozzie. "We-"

"Rain is wetttttt," Inez interrupted. "Aaannnd! I heard it was goasts spitting all over the place. It's gross..." She said very matter-of-factly.

Then there was a frown. "Why didn't you tell all of us hmm?"

Oh dear god. "Here we go," Quentin muttered, glancing down at his plate again. And he thought it was classes that were going to make this day horrible. Oh how wrong he was. There were so many other things to consider. Well... as of now.

But then there was a change of subject! Tristan, ladies and gentlemen-- Quentin's new best friend. "No, not in the least," he stated looking up at him.

"I am!" Inez sang. "I'm gonna blow the teachers sox off this year and then they'll realize that I'm in the wrong place," she beamed.
What a wishful thinker...

Ollie was a slow rise from bed. Once the rain had begun to fall, he'd lingered outside for a little while, all the time, ideas floating in his mind. Words, sentances, phrases, hope. In an instant, he had gotten up from beneath the tree to run inside, scamper to his Common Room and off to his dorm. Once secure in his bed, soaked and dripping, he found a quill and parchment and scribbled. It wasn't until a few hours later that he was able to crash, after hovering on the same line for ages.

"How gorgeous she appeared, the rain falling around her and yet she held a sort of misty gaze about herself. Blonde hair matted, curls falling limp in her gold locks as the rain plastered them to her face, a few locks falling into her blue eyes. Pale and ghostly, she stood there, a sad, mournful look upon her face. And I gazed upon her, watching as her thin, pale lips parted.

She said '..."

He had been uncertain what she said and that was how he fell asleep - pondering what the beautiful, ghostly girl had said.

Crawling out of his bed, Ollie reached into his trunk, withdrawing a pair of denim trousers and a beige shirt that he found, once it was on and buttoned, had flakes of red and blue paint upon the sleeves and a strange smear of lavender across the hem in the front. Neverminding, he slipped into shoes and toussled his hair, brushing it enough that he ensured no tangles were in and then he grabbed his bag and headed for the Great Hall.

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"Inez," said Boo in a flat tone. "Honestly. Sometimes, I think it's you speaking another language." Or living in another world... "Right then. Maybe we should get you and Rain on better terms, ne? Next time it rains, we're all going out to play. Even you, Stormy McBroody Pants and I Don't Wanna Be Social McQuentin."

She nodded firmly, a grin set in place, until Tristan so switfly changed the subject.

"Ahhh, Stormy! Don't bring up classes," she whined softly, making a face. "I've got to tutor people. In Arithmancy! So many people are so awfully daft..."

Quite unlike yourself, Boo?

Smiling serenely, Mozzie shrugged her shoulders. "I'm ready enough. Honestly, I can't get more hyped but might as well get 'em over with anyway. 'Sides. Didn't you guys notice?" She turned towards Nolan and beamed, pointing to the left side of his chest. "He's a PREFECT! So if I wanna skive off Potions I'll just-"

"-you won't be using me to skive off classes!"

"Awww Nollie! No fair, why not?!"

"Don't pout, you look like a prat."

"Nooooolllliiiiiie!"

"Whining is so unbecoming! No taking advantage of my status!"

Rolling his eyes, Tristan's brows rose into his shaggy fringe and glanced over at Qunetin. Though he'd changed the subject for the sake of that boy, it didn't mean he was going to personally drop it. Interrogation would come latre. For now, he scruntinized the quiet boy.

Oh the things they all did for the kicks and giggles, right?

Swiftly, he glanced back at Nolan and Mozzie, eyes lingering upon the latter of them. She was giggling and laughing, nearly crawling on Nolan to pinch his cheeks into a smile while Nolan tried to pull away and push her off.

It was cute. She was cute. Ill-perceptive but she was bright. He could very easily see that Quentin would have some interest in her - she wore all those flashy bracelets and ribbons and necklaces. And Quentin did seem to pay her attention... was that what this was about? Did Quentin like little Mozzie?

"You okay, Tristan?"

Boo's hand was on Tristan's forehead and she watched curiously as the boy jumped. Tristan always seemed to be far away - he kind of lived in his own, detached world and paid attention only when he was called to. That much she was used to. But he'd seemed to be really focused on Nolan and Mozzie and that was weird, because when he slunk into Tristan-land, his gaze tended to be at the table or straight forward or up at a wall.

What was he thinking about? Oh, how she wished she could read minds.

Scratching her cheek, she pursed her lips and glanced over at Inez. "So. Did you hire a professional tutor this summer or something? What's wrong with being in Gryffindor, huh? Stormy and I are."

"Mm. Right. Gryffindor yes."

Gabe stretched and bounded out of bed. He wasn't the type of boy to lounge around all day in bed. No, Gabe needed to get up and know he was doing something - not wasting the day away.

Slipping on the school uniform and grabbing his Ravenclaw tie, Gabe slung the tie over his neck. He also tried to run a comb through his rather messy and unruly hair before giving up. Ah well, Gabe thought, wetting it down a bit. Grabbing his bookbag on the way out, he bounced down the stairs and headed to the Ravenclaw table in the Great Hall.

Plopping a spot down on the bench next to the table, Gabe grabbed an apple and started to pile his plate up; it was no suprise that he was one of the first students to arrive for breakfast.

Etain fluttered her eyes open and pulled aside the drapery around her bed. And there he was, in all his shining glory. "Ah, my love, care to be my wake up call this morning?" She smiled before getting up and kissing on the lips. "Mmm you taste minty." She giggled before backing up and looking down at what she was wearing. Crap, she was in her silk nightdress. She gave a soft light laugh, "Oh Auberon, you caught me in my drawers."

Mellie Bruns was late to breakfast, for her standards, at least. In her four previous years at Hogwarts, only once had the Hufflepuff arrived so late.... but that was a day she tried not to think about often. Usually, the girl was among the first to arrive for the morning meal.

This morning, however, the first day of her fifth year, brought a change. Mellie was late because she'd stayed up ridiculously late the night before. And her attendance at a certain party didn't have anything to do with it. No, Mellie had slipped out of the festivities early, before the first sprinkles of rain had started to fall.

What had kept her up into the early hours of the morning was nothing but a thick-spined romance novel. Something about the previous night had put her in the mood to read about love, though Mellie had not the slightest inkling of what it could be. Or, that's what she was trying to believe.


The fifth year Prefect ambled towards the Hufflepuff table, carefully chose a seat (one far from any of her schoolmates), and slid onto the bench. Mellie placed the small pile of books she'd been carrying beside her plate before buttering a piece of toast. After she'd spread a reasonable amount of jam on it as well, the blonde girl took a bite. Instead of reading (for once!), Mellie watched the chattering Hufflepuff first years down the table.

A slight smile spread over Mellie's solemn, toast-eating face. Their eagerness was rather amusing.

Arianna poked at her breakfast, not really in the mood to finish it. Already she was tired and wanted to skip the day's classes. I wonder how many points I would lose Ravenclaw if I don't go to class. She wondered to herself as she used her fork to push her toast crusts around on her plate.

Feeling the bench jolt slightly, she looked up and noticed another Ravenclaw sitting near her. What's his name again? She asked herself, looking him over. Garrett? Gavin? She shrugged her shoulders. She had no idea what his name was. Realizing she had been staring and hoping that she hadn't been caught, she quickly averted her gaze. Whoops.

Stupid party. Stupid rain that have kept him await the entire night. Stupid the sun that was not letting him sleep now. Stupid classes. Why did they have to start so early? Was this some sort of torture because he had been on a party last night, and almost read someone's journal? Probably, the Gods were unfair like that to him most of the times. Stupid Karma.

Wait--Since when did he believe in Karma? Oh well. It was nine in the afternoon, which for Aaron was very early considering that on holidays he was used to sleep until the afternoon. He couldn't think properly at such early hours of the day.

Not without insulting the time for moving too quickly, trying to hex the nearest clock, failing at it, and cursing under his breath for failing at doing such a silly charm properly, Aaron got up, took a shower, got dressed, and strolled out of the Boys dormitory with his hair pointing in random directions, and a frown that seemed to be carved on his fair features.

After making all the way from the dungeons to the Slytherin table on the great hall, Aaron plopped himself on the chair and began to help himself with some oatmeal. He was planning to have a peaceful breakfast this morning.

That was not going to happen, however.

Almost a dozen of Slytherin first years, were practically bouncing. And if bouncing wasn't enough, they were squealing, yelling, running and behaving like anything but civilized humans. He scowled at a couple of them that were close to him.

Why they were so excited? They had no idea what was ahead of them! Homework, annoying teachers, girls, girls that cried, girls that blused, girls that seemed to have a roller coaster of emotions... Aaron could go on for hours.

Sure he liked girls, but the females around school (and he was starting to get the feeling that girls in general were like that, not only ones around school) were so dramatic sometimes.

Correction: They were dramatic MOST of the times.

Bridget sighed as she entered the Great Hall. Honestly, how could people be so energetic so early in the morning? Bridget was currently in a grouchy mood. First off she didn't get back to her bed till about 4 hours ago. She had caught the moonlight just perfect on the Lake side and she could not manage to let it go, she had to draw it. Thus, leading to her tripping over every thing because of her being so tired. She sighed again, having a feeling she was going to do that a lot lately she walked over to the Ravenclaw table and sat on the end of it.

Away from the annoying people.

She looked around the room, noticing some people, and others not knowing who they were. She would have given off a wave or something, but that just was not what Bridget did. 'Where is everyone?' and by everyone, she meant her only main girlfriend. She had not seen her friend in ages and had been wondering where the little lover girl had been.

She returned her attention back to the journal she sat in front of her while reaching for a bananna nut muffin. She opened up her book and gazed at her art work. She awlays did this after a night's worth of drawing, analyze it the mornings after. She sighed notcing some smudges here and there.

"It's going to be a long day" She said to herself, running a hand threw her straight hair. She was wearing dark navy blue Basketball shorts with a light blue shirt.

"Reeeaaally?" Inez beamed. "That's so COOL! I never knew I could speak another language before..." How exciting! Who could she have learned it from..? "My dad can speak Paris.. Peoplein." She grinned.

Quentin sighed. How many times?! "'Nez we've been over this. Remember?" He looked at her hopefully for a moment. His step mom already clearly hated the girl, this being a huge reason.

A blank face. "It's called French." he finally muttered.

"What is?" She blinked, but being Inez Rivera, quickly lost interest. "Boooooo no! I'm laying the tack down since me and rain are forever apart," she stated seriously, though crashing down in giggles as her drink sloshed onto her arm and merlin only knows where else. "Ooops!" More giggles.

"Yeah.. oops," Quentin stated softly with a small smirk playing across his lips as he handed her some napkins. Where would she be without all of them? He set her drink farther from the edge of the table then watched- or.. supervised if you will- for another moment before his attention left her.

His eyes ended up falling on Mozzie. And Nolan of course! Snigger. What a corky pair the two of them were. Though, in all honesty their whole group was a little odd. Turning heads odd. Nolan was always quiet and seemed completely innocent until just the right moment. Boo had the best parties in the world. Yeah, even he would admitt it. Gasp! Tristan was always off in his own head. Inez was... Inez. Airhead couldn't even begin to describe the girl. And Mozzie. She...

"Ewww!" It was Inez. Leave it to her to get a guy out of his thoughts. She was clicking her tongue against the roof of her mouth with a rather disgusted look on her face. She held up a piece of bitten off bacon. "It was Monster infected!" She scrunched her nose. "Blech."

Quentin shrugged. "Bet it adds flavor."

Inez ignored him and dropped it back on her plate like it was a dead rodent then looked at Boo again. "Nope! I don't need a tutor," she told her happily and with a proud grin to go with.

Her grades would disagree.

"And there's nothing wrong with gryffindor! I just want to prove to Carley Kennedy that I'm just as smart as all of you guys!" Never had she said a name with such hatred! Whoa.

"I thought you were over that.. I told you, you... are smart." In your own ways. "You're just.. really special and... gryffindor has a very special place for you. That's all."

She frowned. "I am over it Quentin. Carley can say what ever she wants, but she's wrong! Even with a capital R." She sighed then pulled up a grin again. "ANYwho! I like gryffindor! It's fun."

"Alright.. What ever you say.."

Hugo glanced at his watch. MEEP! Gee would definitely be up by now. He threw his magazine aside, and pulled on some clean clothes. Scruffing up his hair, he made his way out of Ravenclaw tower, and into the Great Hall. His expression softened as he saw her. Aaaaah. Like a breath of fresh air. He quickly stepped towards her, and slipped his hands over her eyes.

"Morning beautiful." Hugo said softly in her ear, grinning.

Cleo paused as she heard his voice in her ear. Okaaay, why was he going into the girl's dormitory? She smiled back, her eyes twinkling. Slightly. "Morning Auberon." She said brightly, and flashed her perfect smile. It didn't quite match up to Etain's. Merrr.

Walking briskly into the common room, Cleo glanced back over her shoulder, and then hurried out. She was heading towards the Great Hall, even though it was bound to be packed with loud screaming kids. Great. She plonked herself next to Aaron, and beamed. "Mornin'."

Gabe took a bite of toast and smiled. Hmm. The food at Hogwarts was devine. Almost as good as his mum's home-cooked food. Almost. Finishing off his breakfast, Gabe noticed a Ravenclaw retreat her gaze from him. Wondering if she'd been staring, he gave her a friendly wave (she was only a mere foot away from were he was sitting) and decided to introduce himself.

"Hello!" Gabe said cheerfully. "I'm Gabe!"

OoC: Yaaaay! More posties! And more interaction! Hurrah =D =D =D
Awww, man. Inez just HAD to disturb Quentin, eh? I so wanted to know what he thinks of Mozzie. -cackles-

"Right, right," Boo hastily agreed. "Of COURSE you're over Carley Kennedy. I mean, if she walked over here right now, you wouldn't even want to say anything about how obviously it is that she had a nose job, right? And I imagine you don't care that she was totally staring at Quentin during the feast last night, right?"

Inez was one of Boo's best friends. Not that she could say she had one, because she had Tristan and Mozzie and Georgie and Grace. But Inez was definitely one of her best friends. But she was also so easy to rile up and, as with her and Tristan, Boo knew the easiest way to get Inez going was to target Quentin. Instinctive, protective, possessive defenses would go straight up if she found out that someone had been eyeing Quentin.

This made Nolan and Mozzie's "quarrel" come to an end - more, it made Nolan look up and cease the play-fight and Mozzie had to then concede as well. Curiously, he tipped his head, first at Boo, then Inez. Lastly, he glanced at Quentin.

Huh. Really? Not that he was narcissistic, but Nolan knew that he and Tristan were better known for "pulling" the girls. Quentin always hung into the background and he figured that Quentin was a-shoo'in for Mozzie or something.

"Oh come on," said Mozzie, though, in a flippant voice. "Carly? And Quentin? Are you guys blind? She likes those blonde ones. Her only interest in Quenny here would probably be purely to rile up Inez - what are you guys fighting about anyway? What started this hatered fued of yours anyway, huh?"

Was Mozzie saying that Quentin wasn't good enough, Nolan wondered. Or was she merely saying he wasn't good enough for Carly? As far as Nolan had noticed, Carly just went for... everyone. He hadn't realized he was focused on Mozzie till she raised her brows at him and poked him in the side.

"What?" she asked, shaking her head, ribbons flipping round.

"Nothing..." he muttered.

"...right then. Well, Quenny. Looks you're desiiiiirable then," Mozzied chided, reaching her fork over and stealing a bit of suasage off of her friend's plate. "Whatcha gonna do about it?" A cheeky grin followed.

Surely... he'd just ignore this. Right?

"You guys are all like hens," muttered Tristan, who seemed to have returned to Earth. "Why do you guys care so much about that girl, anyway? Or who she likes - even if it's one of us. No one spends this much time discussing my "fan girls" or anything."

"That is cos you've got too many of 'em," a bitter voiced-Boo muttered.

"Maybe Quentin doesn't want to discuss it, eh? Perhaps he doesn't care what kind of floozies like him?"

"What's that all about, Tristan? Why are you so aggressive about this suddenly?"

"Nothing. No reason. Just pointing out. If he wants to discuss it, let him be free." Tristan waved his hand around as if brushing off the petty matter but he still glanced over at Quentin. Background Boy might not have been comfortable with everyone dissecting the situation. For all they know, Floozy Fluke Carly hadn't even been looking at him.

Blinking her eyes slowly, Roisín woke up, her tangled, red curls lying on her pillow around her head. As usual, she took a few turns on her bed before raising her torso and sitting on her bed for a few minutes as she absorbed the contents of that night's weird dream. He had been there again, and as always she wasn't able to reach him. Funny how she kept having that same dream night after night, up to a point that she no longer woke up sweating like before.

With a sigh, the girl shook her head and quickly got dressed though she gave little importance to the clothes she picked for her head was too busy replaying the setting of the dream, which was the one thing that always changed in them. However, that didn't mean she had picked her clothes badly for they actually matched extremely well: a green flowy skirt by her knees and a white t-shirt with strange greenish drawings; as for her hair, it was as nicely decorated as usual, though this one time she had picked something more casual.

Once she was done with her hair, Roísin walked out of her dorms, her painting materials already under her arm. If everything went well that day, she'd be able to finish her painting of the lake at last and then... then she'd be able to show it to Ollie and have a reason to talk to him without looking foolish. At this though, a silly smile popped on her lips, though it quickly vanished as she realized that that was everything they talked about: arts. She needed to find a better topic but... which?

While these thoughts attacked her mind she didn't notice her path. Only did she see that she was walking towards the Great Hall when her eyes met that beautiful hair she knew only too well. The guy she had been thinking of was right before her eyes. Stopping dead on her tracks, she watched him walk for a few minutes and gulped.

She had to talk to him. But could she talk to him? And what would she said?

No, it was better to stay away. Yes. Staying away was the best option since she'd do nothing but bore him or make a fool out of herself.

But then again, it was now or never. And she missed him. She missed him too much. And if he did get bored or if she started to feel unusually weird... well, she could always attempt to escape somehow.

And so, before she could run away from herself, she filled her lungs with air and her body with the courage she did not possess. "Good morning, Ollie!," She called while forcing her feet to move again even if they were doing it in a slower manner.

Up in Gryffindor, Yamashita Yuki slowly woke from a deep slumber. She'd not dreamt anything important the previous night and felt rather peaceful. It was early morning, which gave her plenty of time for her usual morning rituals.

She got up adn dressed quickly into her general robe for morning rituals and left the tower, heading to her usual spot, where she would meet her brother, bringing with her the usual tools like her fan.

Down in Slytherin, Kimihiro had already awoken and was on his way to meet his sister.

He arrived shortly before she did and after an hour the two went back to their dorms to get ready for the day itself.

Yuki entered the Great Hall, her brother already there and eating breakfast. She sat down at her House table and with a quick prayer, began to eat, wondering what the day would bring.