"Sera . . . I'm sorry," Antwone said softly, touching her shoulder. "I had no idea." he lifted her chin for her to look up to him, then he hugged her tightly. "I'd invite you up to the Ravenclaw party but seeing as you're not Ravenclaw and your team did lose . . ."

"It's all right, you didn't know..." she said, still biting on her lip. She hugged him back, glad that he understood what had really happened. "Don't remind me but it's nice of you to offer." she said, flatly.

"Here, I'll walk to back to your common room, it's not too far from Ravenclaw's," Antwone said, putting his arm around hers, noticing again how much taller he was then she.

ooc: See you on seventh floor corridor.

ooc: Okay

She smiled and then followed him.

Amanda skipped into the Second Floor Corridor. Seeing that people where around, she smiled slightly and hummed a totally different tune than the origonal school song tune.

After humming through the tune, getting used to her own different tune, Amanda skipped around and sang:

"Hogwarts, Hogwarts Hoggy Warty Hogwarts,
Teach us somehting please,
Whether we be old and bald
Or young with scabby knees,
Our heads could do with filling
With some interesting stuff,
For now they're bare and full of air,
Dead flies and bits of fluff,
So teach us things worth knowing,
Bring back what we forgot,
Just do your best, we'll do the rest,
And learn until our brains all rot."

Amanda, happy that she was being different, skipped off to her next destination with a grin and continued to sing the newly tuned school song.

In some way, Eric had managed to lose Lua somewhere on those moving staircases and now he was wandering around in hopes to find her. He was still, however, contemplating over the entire incident in the kitchen and the subsequent conversations that he had taken part in. It was all rather strange and just a bit frightening to witness.

Shaking his head to clear his thoughts, he moved around yet another corner in search for his cousin, nodding a greeting to those he passed, and giving one perplexed look to one girl who was singing as she bounced down the hall. Okay.....This school definitely had its share of unique students.

Pierre walked quickly and silently down the corridor while trying to smooth out his hair. His brown hair was always so untidy and it made him wish he had hair like the Quidditch Official. As Mr. Montague turned a corner, he ran right into a Gryffindor student. "Oh! Err, sorry young man," he spoke in his French accent, quickly moving to the side and continuing his journey down the hall. He hated it when that happened.

Eric came to an abrupt stop as he was nearly bowled over by someone. Looking up in surprise at the man who stood in front of him, he briefly tilted his head to the side. Who was he? He certainly didn't look like any of the professors that he had met. Perhaps a groundskeeper of some sort? '

"It's perfectly fine." He assured, his strong Irish accent contrasting with the man's French one.

Eric's surprised expression soon morphed into one of puzzlement as the man continued down the hallway. Apparently he was in quite a hurry, but something was prompting Eric to stop him. Unsure of this feeling, but nevertheless acting upon it, Eric turned and hurried after the man. "Excuse me, sir?" He asked. "Could you wait one moment?"

Pierre slowed down as the boy spoke to him, he closed his eyes in frustration, and stopped where he was. He turned around sharply on his heel, scrutinizing the Gryffindor. He didn't look like he was out to cause any trouble. "Sure, young man," he began, a slight hint of impatientness in his voice. "What is it?"

Eric blinked at the man's rather abrupt manner. His sharp eyes that were seemingly studying him made Eric slightly nervous, but nevertheless he finally questioned why he had been stopped. "I'm terribly sorry to bother you, sir. But I was just wishing to meet you. I've never seen you around the school before and...orgive my curiosity, but I wanted to find out who you are." Eric replied, attempting to give the man a smile to reassure him of his innocent intentions.

Pierre walked towards the boy a few steps then stopped. "Well, then. Call me Mr. Montague." He paused for a moment, wondering if that was all the student really wanted. His smile seemed too innocent. "Anything else you'd like to know, or may I be on my way? Don't you have some homework to do or something?"

Eric hesitated for a few moments as this Mr. Montague questioned him. He seemed like a very suspicious man, which definitely made Eric uneasy. "Actually, yes...what do you do here in the school? I haven't seen you around before." He said politely, choosing to ignore the deliberate attempt to dissuade Eric from questioning him further. He was, after all, a relative of the Stones, and they were a rather curious bunch.

A little offended at first, Pierre narrowed his eyes and took another step towards the nosy student, then glanced up and down the corridor. He turned his eyes back on Eric, simply giving him a look of curiousity. "What do you think I do?" A small smirk formed on the French man's face. Smooth, he thought.

For a moment, a look of surprise flickered over Eric's face as Mr. Montague's glared at him. Oh, my. This was definitely not a friendly man. Now feeling disconcerted, Eric slowly shook his head and made a motion to turn away, murmuring an apology about interrupting him.

However, he was stopped once more when Mr. Montague questioned him. Stopping in mid-turn, Eric glanced back. "Well...sir. I"m not all that entirely sure. I don't believe that you're a professor, though I could be mistaken. I initially thought that perhaps you were in charge of the grounds or were assisting the Quidditch master." He replied politely.

Pierre continued to smirk as the boy began to walk away, then raised his eyebrows as Eric spoke. "Well then. If you think I'm in charge of the grounds or help that big-headed Quidditch Official, then that's what I do." He smoothed out his untidy hair again and turned, starting to head down the opposite end of the corridor. "See you around, young man. And stay out of trouble."

Eric couldn't help but chuckle lightly as Mr. Montague replied, his answer rather surprising, yet amusing. He was one who seemed to enjoy his secrets and would like a good mystery. "Yes, sir." He replied with a grin. "See you around, sir."

With that said, he turned away and set off back down the corridor to find his cousin.

Belle skipped down the hall and giggled. She'd had a strong urge to do this all day and she felt alot better now that she was doing it. She skipped around a corner and ran into someone. She squeaked and lost her balance, throwing out her arms and grabbing onto the other person's shirt.

Just as Eric began to move down the corridor in search for Lua, he was suddenly bumped into yet again and nearly pulled to the floor as someone grabbed the front of his shirt. Stumbling slightly, he reached out, partly for balance and partly to make sure the other person wouldn't fall either. Merlin. What was with people bumping into him today?

Raising his gaze, his expression flickered with surprise before he smiled. "Belle." He said. "Having a bit of fun?"

"Ooooh. Shut up, Eric." She groaned, letting go of his shirt. She stumbled back slightly and blinked a couple of time. "Sorry, Eric. And yes. I was having fun skipping down the hall until you interrupted it." She said, smiling slightly. "You okay?"

Eric blinked once, quite taken aback as he was told to quiet down. Hey now. Tilting his head to once side, he nodded slightly as she apologized. "It's fine." He murmured before giving a wry chuckle. "Yes, yes, I'm fine. It's just that I seem to be a target today. You're the second person to bump into me within the past twenty minutes or so."

Belle leaned back against the wall closest to her and blinked again. "Really? Who was the other one that bumped into you?" She rubbed her eyes and slid down into a sitting position on the floor.

Eric nodded once as Belle spoke. "Yes, really." He reiterated, watching as the girl slid down onto the floor. He remained standing for the moment though, concerned that if he sat, then someone would run into him again. "Oh, just a professor. Or I believe he was a professor. He seemed to be off in quite a hurry." He replied.

Pausing for a moment, he asked curiously. "So what's with the skipping? Just in the mood?"

Belle leaned her head back against the wall, looking up at him. "Ooooh. Pierre or whatever his name is? I ran into him on the train." She shrugged slightly and smiled. "I'm always in the mood to skip."

Eric glanced down at Belle as she upturned her face to peer up at him. "Pierre? If his last name is Montague, then that's the one. He didn't really see what his job is around here. He told me to guess and when I did, he said something along the lines of "that's who I am if you think that's who I am." He replied, still rather curious over the entire encounter.

"Ah. Well, skipping can be fun, I suppose. Good way to get rid of excess energy."

Ryan, still carrying Sana in his arms, realized that he had no clue where the hospital wings was. He was kind of ashamed of not knowing that but it was is first year here and he would have never guess that, in is first year, he would need to go there. Not realizing that with each step he took, he was leaving some trace of blood behind him. He notice that Belle was talking with Eric but he wasn't sure if he wanted to disturb them. He just took a break in order to have some strength to continue.