...he may not be able to dodge for much longer...
 

Jake giggled insanely at the sight of Plymouth becoming more and more frustrating. This was alot more fun than he'd ancticipated earlier on. Plymouth was just messing with him. He wanted Jake to cast more sp- Uh-oh...

"No shouting at Jakers!" Jake yelled, closing his eyes and yelling the toenail-growing hex to cast it across the corridor. "And don't you be spellin' at me, Sonny Ply," Jake growled, before sending another stinging one towards Plymouth.

By this point Jake was backed up against the wall, breathing deeply, right eye twitching... a combination which usually occured when he temporarily lost his sanity. "Don't block my spells..." he whined. Oh, he whiiiiiiiined. He didn't care about Plymouth trying to get him, Jake would give it a shot... and he would probably not win...

Casting one last knee-reversing hex to the bat-bogey-inflicted Slytherin girl (because everyone was out to get him) Jake had to resort to diving behind a suit of armour to avoid Cameron's Jally brain.

Many against one, maybe? Jakers likey...

BWAHAHAHAAAAAA!!!!!

Miranda sighed with relief as the bat-bogey hex was removed. Just as she turned to see what all the commotion behind her was, she got hit by ANOTHER hex, from some Hufflepuff boy! Her knees went the wrong way and she fell over. Wand still in hand, she threw out a stinging hex toward the Hufflepuff boy, Jake.

She looked around to see what had happened to her original attacker, and the Slytherin boy, Cam. She tried to get up, but her knees wouldn't go the right way and she couldn't figure out how to move.

"Oh good GREIF!" was all she could say, sprawled as she was and still holding her wand, ready to defend herself should anything else come her way...

Lasca sighed. And redoubled her concentration into her sheild, it was encompassing them both. She did wonder what he was planning on doing to the little hufflepuff. She stopped shooting spells at him and focused on protecting them. It was a difficult task that was making her tired, but she couldn't let her rescuer down.

From the angle the Slytherin girl was at, her hex easily got to Jake's hiding place resting base. The stinging hex thwacked him in the side of the head: THWACK! "ACK!" Jake shouted for the kajillionth time that day, holding the right side of his face and continuously checking his hand. "Is there blood? IS THERE BLOOD?!" he screamed, on the verge of freaking out. But no... No blood, no danger. Phewww... Now, back to the matter at hand.

Jake pushed himself away from behind the suit of armour, exhausted. He stood and eyed Plymouth as the boy approached, looking kinda... evil. Ohhh... the way he kept saying Jake's name, too... Grrrrrr...

"Bring. It. On," Jake grinned, rather pleased, if he did think so himself, and he did, because I just wrote so. But, then again... Plymouth was kinda stupidly big... and he could probably do things with a wand... "P-Prote-tego... Protego," Jake muttered, doubting himself.

"What're you gonna do then, t-tough gu-guy?" he stammered out. Stammering only because he'd had sugar, which made his muscles spaz... Yeah, that was it! Not like he was scared... "Hmmm?" Without really noticing, Jake rubbed the side of his face again, feeling the sting.

Cam grinned at Jake, oh this was getting fuuuun! As long as no one really attacked him, then it was all good. His grin though, changed to a slight frown after his attack failed when he hid behind the armor-thingy. Why did his spell fail him? Of course, he reaaally wanted to see the effects of the Jelly-Brain jinx on someone. It probably failed him two times already, he was curious to see what it would happen to a clean-freakiness boy. Yeah, he was reaaal curious. "Awwe, you're so meaaan Jake. LEMME HIT YOU ALREADY."

He looked at the much older Ravenclaw, who seemed to be a bit surprised when he cast that jinx against the Hufflepuff. Not only that, but he called him a child, a KID! He was certainly NOT a child or a kid... so he glaaared at the older boy and reached out to poke him with his finger.

It didn't take him any longer though, when he noticed that the guy was already walking to Jake. OOOH. Was Jake going to be smashed... and stuff?! He really wanted to see that, he just couldn't do it himself.

"Good luck Jake! And um... you too old-- I mean Ravenclaw... person!" Clearly he didn't want to be involved in the duel any longer, quickly putting on the shield charm around him. Ravenclaws were like, super duper hard. And this older gentlemen seemed to know what he was doing.

After yall post, I'll post us in the new place. hehe Link below.
 

Plymouth, with little Lasca in tow, reached out and grabbed the back of Jake's robes. By the collar even. He gave him a little shake. "Jake. Man. WHAT - do tell - are you DOING?? You don't hex GIRLS. And when they get hurt, you bend over backwards to HELP them! Not KEEP hexing them!"


Plymouth turned around and pointed his wand at Cam as a warning. "Behave yourself if you want to live."


Plymouth snaked his arm around Jake's head, in a sort of head lock of sorts, but light - "Take a walk with Lasca and I. We need to have a ... uh... private sort of chat."



ooc: where we're headed. click.

Lasca huffed out a strained sigh. She was still concentrating on holding the shield, the effort was giving her a headache. To make matters worse, her twitching legs were getting muscle cramps that were excrucaiting in the extreme. She laid her head on Plymouth's shoulder and tried to breath through the pain. The sheild had to extend a little further when he grabbed the hufflepuff first year and started dragging him along.

Closing her eyes she tried to block out everything but maintaining the shield. She would let her rescuer take care of where they were going and what they were doing. All she had to do was make sure they were protected. She could do that, she would do that.

Jake wibbled a bit as Plymouth grabbed his collar. "Noooo..." he moaned, but softly. He really was quite curious, if not a little scared, as to where they were going. Jake started pulling a little as the Ravenclaw dragged him off.

"I don't care how far away you armpit is, but you're gonna stink up my head!" he exclaimed to the guy, before resigning himself to being led along.

Well, isn't this just fantastic... I hate that Kazimerbugger... Stupid lab... this wasn't even lab! It was stupid... and smelly... Hmph!

Jake snapped his teeth a little, trying to use the ideas one of his fellow first years had unwittingly influenced to him. When his teeth wouldn't get anywhere, Jake pouted.

Cam cackled when the Ravenclaw boy like, totally scolded Jake for attacking Lasca. The boy was obviously crazy though, since girls were meant to be hexed. Unless they had some sort of a cootie shot or something, they really weren't supposed to be helped and should have been hexed again after they fell or something. And then, then he totally dissed him!

WHAT DID HE JUST SAY?!

The wand, it was scary and took a deep breath when the guy went back to Jake. "You-- Fiiiine then mean and OLD person!" He totally used the "O" word on some boy he didn't even know. And a boy that probably had some... sort of unusual disease in which he took a liking to girls. With a "HMPH" he quickly walked back to the other Ravenclaw girls, his back from the group who were making there way to someplace else. He wanted to stalk, but it was private and everything!

"Sooooo... wut's your name, eh?" he said to the two.

"About time. Any slower and i could of gotten lost." he said as he looked around for a second. He moved to put his hat on her again as it seemed like the thing to do every time they were around each other." What floor are we on again?" he had an idea." Hey. What sort of games do you like to play?" he asked as he headed off towards the lake with her.

She rolled her eyes as she made her way out of the bathroom, "what's your hurry? The more you rush things, the less time you get to spend with me" Kayla poked her tongue out at him and adjusted the fedora slightly as he placed it on her head, she struck a pose. "How does it look?" She gave him a wary look at his question about games. "Well, I don't know...any I guess as long as they're fun" she added.

"If you hadnt notice, its not like we are getting any younger. And Its not like either of us is going anywhere. Your going to be here tomorrow and so will I. Gesh you act like its our last day together or something." It wasnt like it was all cloudy and dooms day or something. when she stuck her tongue at him he crossed his eyes at her. " see i can act ugly too." he teased her as she struck a pose for him. "Hmmm...." he looked like he was really concentrating." Looks like it always does." he told her as he smiled at her and told her what she wanted to hear. "as it always looks good on you." he shrugged a little as he spoke again," maybe we could play one or something at the lake. If you have any good ideas."

A loud yowling sound broke through the silence of the corridor as a black object shot down the hall, enjoying its moment of freedom from the confines of the office.

Upon noticing a woman nearby, the kitten slowed and then sped up, immediately jumping up towards the woman's dangling shoes. Pretty!

"Raven!!" Called a voice from around the corner. "Come back here!" With a frown marring her features, the librarian stepped out from behind the wall just in time to notice Raven batting at a pair of shoes.

"Oh, my...Professor Bunbury, I'm terribly sorry." She apologized as she walked quickly towards the kitten and scooped her up in her arms. "Don't you do that again." She scolded the cat before looking back up at her colleague. "She managed to escape from my office." Angela explained.

Annie had just about reached the doors of the library when BAM! A fuzzy black thingamabob popped out of nowhere and leaped at her.

"EEEEEK!" Annie squealed, dropping the shoes and the chocolates in surprise. She clapped her hands to her face and backed against the wall, trying to figure out what the creature was. Could this be another one of those plant thingymabobs?

She watched it batting at her shoes and then, just then, Bunbury figured it out. A kitten! "Awwww," she gushed, taking a step toward the fuzzy cat. Madame Kohan appeared just then and scooped the cat up, cuddling it so cutely.

"That is just not a problem at all," Annie answered in a sweet voice, her blue eyes locked on the fuzzy cat. "Raven....awwwwww," she repeated again. "Can I hold her? Him? It?" Kitty kitty kitty CUTE!

Madame Kohan glanced towards Bunbury as she reassured her that everything was fine. She hadn't expected that reaction at all - not such an understanding one at least. Maybe she just liked kittens?

It seemed so. "Oh..yes, of course you can." She replied, carefully handing the kitten to a love-struck looking Bunbury. "Her." She added, watching as the kitten immediately tumbled against the Herbology professor's robes. The cat was rather affectionate...not to mention adorable, which is why Angela could not stay mad at the creature for long. Already, the run from her office to this point was fading in the back of her mind.

"You are SUCH a cutie," Annie baby-talked the kitten, snuggling her and stroking her and even holding the kitty up to her face and rubbing noses with her. "Cutie kitty. Cute cute cute cute."

She petted the kitten some more, stroking her from the top of her little head to the end of her little tail. Never mind the oodles of black cat hairs the were spreading across her robes, and never mind that she had a very jealous cat of her own back in the office. All that had conveniently slipped her mind.

"Your cat reminds me of something," the redhead mentioned absentmindedly, stroking Raven as she turned to Angela. "I was wanting to check out this book I read when I was littler, and it had a girl, and a cat, and a mirror in it..."

Angela couldn't help but smile as Bunbury cuddled the kitten and murmured the word 'cute' several times. "She certainly is, though a bit naughty for having run away." She remarked.

The kitten playfully pawed at Bunbury's nose, purring contentedly as the woman continued the gentle stroking.

As Anastasia suddenly mentioned a book that she had read when she was younger, Angela's brow scrunched up in thought. "A girl, cat, and mirror?" She repeated. "Was it a fairy tale? Like Cinderella?" She asked. "A Muggle book or wizarding?"

Annie giggled and wrinkled her nose when Raven pawed at her. Teeheehehee it was a little bit tickle-y but she knew the cat meant no harm. And besides, she was just tooooo cuuuteee to be naughty.

"Naw, she's just young. Nothing wrong with a little bit of youth," Bunbury said cheerfully, huggling the cat closer. She took a step toward the library as she tried to think of an answer to the librarian's question.

"Ummmm ummm ummmmmmm," she itched her head with one hand, holding on to the cat with the other, and stepped around her shoes and the chocolates. "I think it was Muggle? Maybe? Auntie Wilhelmina bought it for me, and she's old. And wrinkly. And I think she married a Muggle, uhhhhh, I just wish I hadn't forgotten it at hooooome."

Anastasia frowned and petted Raven's head again. "You'll let me in the library without my shoes, right?"

Madame Kohan had never seen anyone react this way. Bunbury was just so into it, seemingly not caring who saw her. Or maybe she was just a very happy, affectionate, and expressive person when it came to cuddly animals.

"Youth?" She repeated with a small laugh. "Sounds as though we're talking about children, but I suppose it could apply to kittens as well." She admitted.

The pair began to walk back towards the library as Bunbury pondered over the origins of the story in which she was speaking about. "Okay...so a muggle book with a girl, mirror, and cat..." She trailed off, musing over the possibility.

"Why don't we go into my office and talk over it there?" She suggested. Just as she finished her sentence, her expression changed from one of invite to one of bewilderment. "Ah...yes, of course, though..are you sure you don't want your shoes?"

Children...children...Annie pondered that word whilst petting Raven's little kitty head. Oh how she kitties made her happy when they were happy. And unlike dogs, cats could purr. Chazam.

She was distracted though, by mention of the shoes. "Eh, they'll be okay there," she said, shrugging at the wedges lying in the middle of the hallway. She was secretly hoping someone would come along and take them off her hands - they were ever so painful.

"So! To your office or whatever," Annie changed the subject with a smile and shifted Raven to her other arm, still rhythmically petting the kitten. She didn't look like she was giving that cat up anytime soon. "Lead the way!"

As Bunbury insisted that the shoes would be okay, Angela eyed the fashionwear with a bit of doubt. They were huge! How did anyone ever walk in such things? She wouldn't be able to take a step without falling over. One had to have some serious balance abilities to rock those shoes.

"Of course." She agreed, pushing open the double doors to the library. "Perhaps we'll find what we're looking for there."

"Hmmm.... Suppose it depends on what I had for dinner that day," Plymouth pondered as they made their way through the halls. "I think I'll aim for cotton candy. Reminds me of the events me and Mum used to work. You know, before she got married and sent me here. Big. Pink. Fluffy. Cottony Candy." Plymouth "HEHE'd" quieter since they were nearing the library.

Celandine nodded, her free hand twisting at her hair. Wait. Events? Cotton Candy? Like... the carnival? ZomG! Cela turned and grabbed Plymouth's shoulders, "Ohmigosh, Plym! You're a Carnie?" She giggled and wrapped him in a hug, "Neat. My brother hates carnies. I like cotton candy though, almost as much as peppermint toads." Cela let out a little hehe of her own and nuzzled into his chest for a moment before letting him go and smiling happily. Oh she loved the library. And with Plym in tow it could only be better.