It was a lot harder to climb through the portrait hole holding hands, Cale discovered. He ducked down into the opening and had followed her through it, but stumbled a bit as he crawled out. Sigh. Only Cale.

But why was he worrying about his silly clumsiness right now? He was holding hands with Anna again! All was right in the world. Nothing could mess them up now. Except...Cale had things he wanted to get off his chest. They had problems, it was evident, and he wanted to work them out right now and not risk another blow up. "So, I think we have some things to talk about," he said with a small smile.

Anna smiled while watching Cale crawl through the portrait hole. Of course he had to stumble a bit. After all, this moment wouldn't be complete without one of his classic clumsy moments. Anna held tight to his hand, though. If he was going to fall, she would, too. "You jump, I jump," and all that jazz, right? Wonder of all wonders, he didn't fall, though. Maybe he was getting slightly better with his coordination skills; or maybe his life just seemed so much more put together when Anna was around the way her life seemed so much more put together when he was around.

"Yeah...," Anna whispered. "We do. Let's head over to the couch by the windowsill, though. I don't think we need to sit in the main area and draw crowds with such a personal conversation. We have toomuch to discuss..."

Cale nodded and led her to the opposite end of the room, near the window and sat down on the windowsill. BRR! It was freezing, and he knew in a few minutes he'd be complaining of a frozen bum. "Well, I think we should start with the whole Paul Kutcher argument...I mean, that was a really stupid argument," he said with a little chuckle.

Anna followed Cale over to the other side of the room. When he sat down on the windowsill, she shook her head and tugged at his arm, trying to get him back off the windowsill. "Let's sit on the couch by the windowsill. It's too cold right on the windowsill," she said. She sat down on the couch and got comfortable. This would probably be a pretty lengthy discussion, so no use worrying about sitting on a freezing cold windowsill for that amount of time.

When Cale mentioned Paul Kutcher, Anna blushed a bit and looked down. The argument really was silly, but it was mainly fueled by the many, many arguments they'd gotten into at Diagon Alley. "Yeah...it was. You know what, though? I don't think it was so much over Paul Kutcher as it was over all those arguments we seemed to get into at Diagon Alley. I mean, what was the deal with that? We couldn't get along to save our lives, and when we did argue, we never really talked about why that argument happened and what we could have done to prevent it, you know," Anna explained. "Oh, and, by the way, your house guest is dating my Aunt..."

"Oh, right," Cale said, mumbling and blushing as he followed her to the couch. When she said windowsill he had completely blocked out the rest of her sentece, apparently.

"Yeah, I agree," he told her with a nodd. "I mean, I think the whole Paul Kutcher incident was just a classic case of two of our personality traits coming out full force. Neither of us can really stand being wrong and we're incredibly stubborn. We need to find a way to tone that down a lot so that when we get into an argument, one of us is willing to just step aside and let it drop," he suggested, basically copying the little speech his mum always gave him when he fought with Theresa.

Hmm...so they were back to that little blushing stage they used to be in before he asked her to be his girlfriend way back when. It was sort of cute that after all this time, and all these arguments, they still blushed in front of one another. When Cale sat down next to her, Anna turned sideways on the couch and grabbed both his hands.

"We do have pretty strong personalities, don't we?" Anna agreed, shaking her head while thinking back to all the many times they'd clashed while trying to one-up one another. "We'll just have to start thinking of one another as a team and not an opponent, you know. We're pretty amazing when we're together, you know. We're like this...Dymanic Duo," she said, using air quotes on the last two words. "I don't mind being the one to step aside and let it go. It's not worth it to do otherwise."

Cale nodded. "I'm willing to let it go too, especially when it's over something dumb like what house some guy I hardly know used to be in like 20 years ago," he told her with a grin.

He looked down at his feet and sighed. "Now, erm, I guess we should talk about the jealously thing too..."

Anna laughed softly at the way Cale referred to Paul Kutcher. They didn't even have any business arguing over CURRENT Hogwarts students, much less student who attended the school years and years...and years and years and years ago. "No kidding. From now on, if we see an argument coming on over something we're disagreeing over, let's just agree to disagree. What's more important, our relationship, or trying to be right all the time? I say our relationship is. After being without you these past few months, I could care less about ever being right again," she said.

"Oh, yeah...jealousy," Anna said, looking down at her feet. "So here's the thing, Cale. You mean the world to me. You mean than the world to me. When something's that important to you, you develop this weird fear of losing it...like I did at the beginning of the school year. It's something that I really couldn't help. I'll tell you what, though. I'll work on it. I'll get better with it, too," she promised.

Jeff drops into a nearby chair. It's been rough week.

Demetria walked in and sat down in a chair by the fire. She looked around only to see a few people. There was a boy sitting in the chair next to her. "Hello." she said to him.

"Yeah, I get that," Cale said with a sigh. "I know you'd never do anything to jeopardize us. It's just that...guys do things to get on other guys nerves, and there's only so much of it I can take," he mumbled. He looked at his feet and ran a hand through his hair. "So it's not really you...it's them. Especially Nico and Seth. It seems like they're just out to get me, and Nico even has a girlfriend!" he exclaimed.

"You know, I actually haven't talked to Seth in about three weeks? It's true. Ever since that day we saw you in the prefect lounge...you remember the day where every single Hogwarts prefect seemed to be in the prefect's lounge at once? Well, that's the last time I ever heard from Seth Paton," Anna explained. "I don't know what happened, but he just stopped coming around. "

"Nico, however, has been around constantly. He and Kayla broke up, you know. Those pictures...you remember those, right? That's what happened with them. Anyway, Nico knows I only...well, I only have eyes for you. I've reminded him every time I've seen him. He's too hung on Kayla anyway," Anna said. Suddenly, Anna gasped and looked up at Cale in horror. "Oh my gosh...Cale! I've been so excited about you and I, and I've been concentrating so much on this conversation, that I totally forgot to tell Nico I wouldn't be going on the little date with him! He's probably out there waiting for me now!" Anna exclaimed, standing up and looking towards the portrait hole. "Cale, I've got to go out there and meet him and explain to him what's happened. I can't just leave him hanging. I'll be right back in about half an hour, okay?" she asked, hugging him and then looking towards the portrait hole again.

Cale was very tempted to tell her to just leave Nico out there, all alone with his cucumber sandwiches. But he didn't. He was supposed to be working on that! "Fine, see you in a bit," he said with a smile, giving her a kiss on the cheek before she walked out of the portrait hole.

Usagi smirked as she watched the two lovebirds - ahem - Prefects walked in (to be exactly, Cale stumbled in) through the portrait hole. Now her wish came true: Canna is restored. How can she be happier for her friends? She was so tempted to whisper some congratulating words to them, but as they came over to a corner, she sat down again. The couple needs privacy. Usagi smiled and returned to the parchment she was scribbling on. Remembering herself of Serenity, she pulled a picture of them sitting together from her backpack. Below it was written some text:
"Usagi Ginno - Serenity Anrington,
Friends and cousins forever."

Chalice walked into the common room and sat down in an empty chair near the fire. She tok our a letter she had gotten from her friend Megan. Megan was a squib and didn't go to Hogwarts with Chalice but she sent her a care package.

Wondering if dinner was still being served, Travis got out of his seat and walked towards the portrait hole. As he was walking, he felt the most curious sensation in his legs and he staggered, a slim hand reaching out to an armchair to catch his fall.

Confused and a little disoriented, Travis looked around the common room, hoping no one had seen what had just happened. What was that? He looked down at himself, double checking his glamour. His legs felt weak and he didn't dare take another step for fear of planting his face on the ground. He sat in the armchair and sighed, thinking the weakness in his legs was the result of sitting indian style for too long.

"Are you okay?" Chalice said in a wisper, she could see the boy didn't want anyone to have seen him stumble.

Jack walked in the common room and plopped on the sofa.He looked around but there was no one there.

Via decided she'll just stay at the common room for a while because she had been spending so much time outside. She chose her favourite couch near the fireplace again and sat comfortably. She noticed someone sitting alone in there and she just barged in as if she owned the place. "Hello!" The boy seems older.

"Hello."

"Weird the common room's deserted although i guess this happens a lot," Via said. Realising she hadn't introduced herself, "I'm Vivianne Nat! Call me Via."

"Nice to meet you Via,i'm Jack"

"It's nice to meet you too, JAck." Via gazed over at the fireplace. She wondered why the common room's deserted. She glanced back at JAck, "I'm a second year. And you're a fifth one, if i'm not mistaken?"

"That's right my fifth year here."

"I don't usually meet older gryffindors," Via added. And she turned to talk to herself, "i hang out more with the first years." She didn't want to look like a fool infront of a fifth year student so she stopped talking to herself.