Cy was sprinting up the stairs at this point, he’d been in such a rush to get away from the Hufflepuff common room that he’d forgotten to zip up his backpack completely. He needed to find Mat and Legend, pronto… and they were all the way up on the seventh floor.

Out of nowhere though, the stairs started to move in a different direction. The first year didn’t really know how to get around as it is, and this detour was going to really mess him up. He usually was MOOOOOORE than eager for a good adventure, but he needed to get to the other two. And relay that ‘goods’ that he thought was concealed in his backpack.

“CRICKEY MATE!” He bellowed as it shifted destinations, he looked around all below him. Finally, it stopped somewhere he’d never been before. His brown eyes furrowed in annoyance as he sprinted for the next set of stairs.

Three objects fell from his backpack.

“Ah, bloody backpack.” He moaned as he turned around to hurriedly try and stuff away the dungbombs.

As she was walking along towards the staircases, Vanessa Corbette was a little shocked as she heard someone bellowing. Really. Didn't they have indoor voices? Shaking her head, Vanessa was glad that she no longer acted like that for it would be relatively embarrassing.

Letting the thought slip from her mind Vanessa carried on walking, unaware of the small boy whom had arrived on the corridor. Which was surprising as he was near his height.
"Oooofph" Vanessa kind of shrieked, as she went falling over the boy. "Oppsie..." She grinned, as she sat on her rear on the floor. Well that was dignified.

"Sorry about that dear." The prefect cringed, realising that the young boy was a hufflepuff. Oh dear.

Kevin was wandering up the stairs heading towards the library so he could get some peace and quiet

Cy was stuffing the last dungbomb into his backpack when SOMETHING came toppling over him. “Dipstick.” He muttered quietly under his breath as he pushed himself up to see who the perpetrator was.

Wow, she was a looker for sure. Not that Cy would admit that out loud, because she was obviously one of those dumb girls. “Ok… whatevah mate. I know I’m short but I’m not bloody invisible.” The Aussie spoke out irritable as he stood up, swiping his now zipped up back back from the ground.

Hmmm. He’d seen this broad before though, probably in the common room? Surely that was right. “Maybe you outtah’ give openin’ you eyes a burl.” He said smugly, crossing his arms. He’d stick around for a bit and bug here, she already seemed vaguely embarrassed.

"You might well have been." Vanessa sighed, as she pushed herself up. Glancing down at her robes she groaned. Great. They were covered in dust. Good for the image then. Sighing she dropped her, pretty heavy, bag to the floor, and took her robes off, so that the rest of her uniform wouldn't ger dusty. "Why were you on the floor anyway?" She inquired as she messed around with her knee length skirt, smoothing it out.

Her head shot up as she heard him, and she raised her eyebrows. "I don't think you should be speaking to a prefect like that." She commented, whilst picking her bag back up. "I'm Vanessa Corbette...and you are?"

Uh oh. This older girl couldn’t know about the dungbombs, he couldn’t trust her for the time being. “Uhh, I was inspecting the stone. I thought it looked bodgy mate. Just lookin’ out for thah’ Wizarding race yah’ know?” That was believable enough, right? Hopefully she didn’t inquire the bad back. That’d be bad new bears.

She was dusty, and ow ow ow… look at the legs on THAT Sheila. Cy’s brown orbs were settled on her for a moment, unmoving, before she spoke again. He shook his head with a smirk.

BAH, Prefect Shmefect. He didn’t get these people walking around stating their positions like it was cool or something, it wasn’t. “Oooh, you’re a prefect ah’ you? Does thah’ mean I should ask for an autograph too?” He asked with a wry grin on his face. Well, he shouldn’t push her buttoms TOOOO hard should he? He formed his hand like a gun and shot it at her, “I’m jus’ kiddin’ hot shot.” Cy laughed, and then took in her name. Vanessa eh? Rolled off the tongue nicely.

“Me’ names Cy.” He stated simply and pounded his chest lightly with his fist. “Cy Andrus.”

"Inspecting...the stone?" Vanessa asked with a grin. She knew that he hadn't really been doing that, but she wasn't going to press him anymore. "Very well then." Vannie nodded at him, smiling. She had to admit that he was most definetly a cute little thing. And he was a puff too awesome.

She cocked her head to the side, as she noticed that he was watching her, was that odd? And why was he watching her. Smiling at him, as she spoke again, then she giggled.

"Well...if you want it...I probably could." She smirked at him, he was a little comical lad wasn't he. Although it would be amusing for her to hand out her autograph, but she was sure not that many people would wand it. Because it would be odd.
"Hot shot?" She giggled as he pretended to shot his "finger gun" at her. Maybe it was a good thing that she had fallen over him.

"Well...It is very nice to meet you Mr Andrus." Vanessa nodded, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear, as she smiled at him.

It was a strange thing to feel unwanted, and thats how Paris felt as she trudged up the stairs. She didn't have anywhere in particular to go, or anything pressing to do. So she was just wandering around, and thinking. And right now thinking was not doing her any good. It had hurt her feelings more than she would ever admit to anyone that only one person had tried to help her out in the a bathroom full of people. I mean would they had let her die?

Her mother had friends for days, and even a best friend. her dad had tons of mates too, even Lucas with his heart on his sleeve had loads of friends. Paris didn't even have a best friend, and apparently not even people that would save her if she were in danger.

She walked up the stairs and wobbled a bit when it started to swing around to connect her with the west side of the school. She held onto the rail lost in the torment of thoughts raging through her head. It was going to give her headache, she knew it.

Karma skipped through the hallways on her way back to her common room. She was rather bored, and needed someone to talk to. Siiigh. There didn't seem to be anyone around. Or anyone she knew, at least. What to do, what to doooo.

Her bag on one shoulder, her hair on the other, she pondered a few minutes. She didn't really feel like going to the Common Room, but there wasn't a whole lot else to do.

Stepping onto a staircase that HADN'T moved yet, she began to go up in her usual pattern. Then, in mid step, it began to swing around. Dang ittttttttt. Now she would have to change direction, and she wasn't sure which direction it was going right now.

RAWR. Not cool man. Not cool. She would just have to figure out once it stopped moving.

Paris looked back as another girl was forced to go wherever the stairs were taking them. She looked older and of course was in the blue robes of Ravenclaw. There seemed to be a lot of them running around the castle these days. "Hello," Paris told her.

Karma was looking down, watching the floor beneath her move, and watching any other panicking students on the stairs to giggle at. She heard someone speaking, and wasn't sure if she was being addressed.

Slowly, she moved her head to look up at someone in front of her. Slytherin... huh. Normally they didn't talk to her. Oh well.

"Hellooo," she said, sighing slightly. "Stairs screw you up too?"

She looked down at the floor below giggling as some of the first years squealed and shrieked when the stairs started moving. Paris actually loved the the stairs. It was one of the Ravenclaw's best additions to the school if you asked her. It made most people dizzy when they looked down while the stairs were moving.

Hmmm, a bit dramatic, but she could deal with that. She wanted to do a better job at making friends. "Not really I wasn't headed anywhere. I'm just along for the ride." She told her. "I take it they messed you up?" She asked hoping the girl would stay for a conversation.

Karma shook her head, thinking for a moment.

"Nah," she said. "I really don't know where I'm heading, to be honest. I don't want to go to the Common Room, because sometimes that's just boring. But I'm not sure where else to go."

She looked down again, then back up to see if someone dropped anything. Last year, she had been hit with a dropped book, and that was not fun at all. However, someone did almost fall down backwards, and she winced slightly. Been there, done that.

"I thought I might as well wander. Maybe cause trouble. Not really, but you get the hint."

She nodded, sometimes the common rooms were boring. Especially when everyone was in other classes or out and about. "In the country where my mom is from people just up and walk away wondering around. Its called spirit walks. Because they believe that when they die their spirits can only go where their living body treaded. So the try and go to as many places as they can when they are alive." She told the girl. "I think people do that in Australia too, but its called walk about or something, but they don't do it for spiritual reasons I don't think." She shrugged. The only time she had gone to Australia was to surf, and stare at the swimmers. She might not find that as interesting as Paris did but it was a nice tidbit of information. Hopefully she took this better than Truebridge and that horrible nurse intern did.

"Sometimes its fun to wander you meet some interesting people that way. Paris Greenwood, Slytherin Captain." She told the Ravenclaw with a smile. Paris' brown eyes twinkled at the mention of causing trouble. "Well trouble in small doses is always healthy." She hinted. She was actually itching to got down in the dungeons and do a bit of surfing. She didn't want to do it in the lake for fear she would hit a merperson in the head or something. Or the giant squid pulling her under. Though everyone says the squid is pretty nice, she hadn't met him yet.

Helena was wandering aimlessly, and though she was paying attention to everything around her, she chose to ignore most of it - people included. She knew who she wanted to see more than anyone, and yet she had no idea who she was looking for - it was the strangest thing. She mentally shrugged and headed up the moving staircase and out of sight.

Reese strolled out of the fourth floor corridor to the moving staircases. Ohhhhh how she HATED these staircase. It was always just her luck that the staircase she needed to use moved right when she walked onto it. Maybe, just maybe, it won't happen this time. She took a deep breath and started down the staircase to the third floor, but right when she was halfway down the staircase, it started to move.

Mmhm...

JUST HER LUCK!

He raised his brows when he was walking up the staircase and saw an angry Reese going in the opposite direction.

"Isn't this cool! They move!" He just loved these things. They never had them at his old school.

What's the matter, sweet cheeks?" he added curiously. He knew enough by now to know that women liked it when guys asked them what was wrong.

"They move? I would have NEVER known. Thanks Captain Obvious," Reese said. She turned around to face the boy who was talking to her. Oh, Torin. "Sorry, I didn't mean to sound rude or anything," she quickly added.

She crossed her arms and looked at the moving staircase. "The problem is that I need to get to the third floor corridor, but seems like the staircase doesn't want me to go there," she told him. She deeply sighed and looked back up at Torin. "So...what's up?" She asked.

Bloody hell was this one annoyed. He stared at her like she was insane until she apologized. "It's all good. I get like that too. I was just recently kicking a tree that I imagined had Alice's face." He shrugged.

"Well, hun... getting angry won't get you there faster. Enjoy the ride!" What was she in a rush about anyway? "And I was just heading up to my Dorm. It sucks not being able to go down to the old one now. I can't stop off in the kitchens on my way!"

Reese raised her eyebrow at Torin. He kicked a tree that he imagined had Alice's face on it. First of all, who imagines a tree having a girl's face on it...and then kicks it? Second of all, who was Alice? She didn't know an Alice. "I don't know an Alice," she finally said.

She took her eyes off Torin and looked back at the moving staircase. She tried to predict where the staircase would carry them. "Okay, I'll enjoy the ride," she told him. She REALLY wanted to get down the Great Hall, though. She needed to get some cookies. Then, Torin said he couldn't stop off in the kitchen. Oh, yeah, the Hufflepuff common room was flooded. Chris had told her that in the corridor a little bit ago. "Oh...yeah. I heard about your common room flooded," she said.

Wait...

"If the kitchens are flooded that means no house elves are going to be in the kitchen. And, that means...nooooo coooooookies," she practically cried out the last part. She wanted her cookies and she wanted them NOW! Well, now there was no use to go down to the Great Hall. She might as well head back to the common room.

Of course she wouldn't understand what he was saying to her. She didn't have his pent up rage against that girl. "She's annoying and always in the way. She interfered when I was trying to get in on Bunbury at the opening feast." He huffed. Yeah, he was being a bit childish, but he was a guy. And he was a Fourth Year. What did you expect?

He wasn't surprised that she had heard about the flooding in the Hufflepuff Common Room. Gossip spread so fast among teenagers. It was inevitable. "Yeah, it sucks that I can't go back down to my room. But hey, the Ravenclaws I know are pretty cool."

Then he raised his brow at her. "I don't think cookies are your biggest concern here, Reese. I'd say the school flooding is a bigger problem." This chick seriously needed to get her priorities in order.

Reese listened to Torin talk about how this Alice girl was annoying and ALWAYS in the way. She really doubted that she was ALWAYS in the way. If she was ALWAYS in the way, then she would be in the way right now, right? Then, Torin said she interfered when he was talking to Professor Bunbury. "Torin," she said with a slight grin on her face. "You know, if a guy is a total jerk to a girl that means he likes her. Do you like Alice?" Bwaha.

"Have you officially moved into the Ravenclaw common room? Or, have the Professors not told you, yet," she said. It was sad that the Slytherins lost their common room, but hey, she got to share a common room with the Gryffindors. How awesome was that?

She glared at Torin. Oh, yes. That, my people, was a glaaaaare. "I know there are bigger concerns, but what are we suppose to do about the flood? It's not like we can go down to the Hufflepuff common room and take our little buckets and start getting the water out. While the teachers are working with the flood, we should still enjoy our life. Which means, for me, eat tons and tons of cookies. So, yes, I have the RIGHT to be upset about not being able to eat my cookies," she said, well, that was actually a lecture she gave Torin. But, gosh darnit, it was TRUE!

Now she was asking for it! "Don't even try that silly psychology stuff with me. That kind of thing flies on the schoolyard in Grade 2." Him liking Alice? Pfft! As iff "I happen to like Bunburry, not that annoying.. thing..."

"Well, it's just the logical assumption." He shrugged at her. If the Slytherins were with the Gryffindors, it was safe to assume that the Hufflepuffs would be with the Ravenclaws. Right?

"Okay, chill. You were supposed to chill. And while bailing things out with a bucket won't help, I do think we should be thinking of ways to stop this thing." My goodness. This girl was dynamite.

"I'm just-you know-stating the facts," Reese told Torin with a smile. She started walking up the stairs a little bit, but stopped when Torin said he liked Bunbury. Hahahahahahahahahahaha! She tried to hold back all her laughter. She turned back around the face little Torin. "Torin,Torin,Torin,Torin..." She said as she walked back down to him. "Professor Bunbury is what, 50 years old? Okay. She's not THAT old, but she's too old for you. I think you have a better chance with this Alice girl," she informed him.

"Also, Professor Lawson has the looks for Professor Bunbury. I guess you have competition if you THINK you have a chance with her," Reese told him. She opened her schoolbag and pulled out the Aparecium paper and handed it to Torin. "See," she said and used her index finger on her right hand to point to the title of that column: History of Plants, Anyone? "Have fun reading that," she added with a smile. She closed her school bag and then she leaned herself against the staircase rail.

"Ohhhh, I was suppose to chill? Okay. Well, give me a cookie and I'll chill. How about that?" Reese told him. "Yes, we should be thinking of ways to stop this horrible flooding. You know what, you can think of way to stop this flooding and then go tell Professor Bunbury what you think we should do. I bet she would love to hear your ideas." But, what were the students suppose to do? The Professors had more of a chance to stop the flooding than the students.