"I think our lessons start tomorrow" she smiled at him she could tell that he is tired too.

"Sure did and if not I probably would have drowned. I've seen the Giant Squid a few times after that as well.I love water creatures." he said smiling."I love the ocean.I've been snorkeling loads of times." he said as he brushed his shaggy bangs out of his face. "And how was your holiday Sarah?" he asked. He didn't mean to be rude to her last term. He was trying to make up for it. Plus she was Mariel's friend and he wanted to stay on her good side. When was the feast going to be over with? Sure, he loved food but this was taking FOREVER.

"Well I hope the lessons will wait for me, cause I'm gonna sleep so long words can not describe it," said Thomas yawning but still smiling to Vicky. Thomas took out a parchment roll and his colour changing ink and gave it to Vicky,"Write me a letter so I can do something but not to long okay."

She wrote a small note that said:

My dearest Thomas,
Words cannot describe how I feel about you, I can't wait until the future so I can hold you.

Yours forever,
Vicky

Karma was in shock about how many steps there actually were there. And how easily Ari seemed to memorize it. Karma could do that kind of memorization, but only with some subjects. It would become necessary though, if she were in Ari's position.

"That's impressive," she said. "I wouldn't have thought about that. But it would be necessary, so you don't trip or something like that."

Curiosity bit at her when Ari adjusted the sunglasses again. She wanted to know what her eyes looked like - she had seen some people's eyes who were blind, but they were all different. Some were cloudy, some were semi cloudy, and some were clear with a blank stare ahead.

"So, how long have you been wearing your sunglasses?" she asked, not wanting to be rude.

Thomas read the letter three times because he was so tired he nearly fell asleep again. Thomas took the letter and wrote on it:

Okay,
Nice letter and very nice handwriting Vicky, you'll notice mine is nearly unreadable. Well how do you feel and don't I repeat don't write the word tired,
From your BBF Thomas the great.

Thomas,
Your writing isn't that bad, I can just read it. I am so tired too, I need my nice warm comfortable bed.

Vicky

She passed Thomas the letter, well it was more like a note.

"Exactly. It's also a matter of measuring. The length of my stride is approximately two feet, ten inches, usually. Of course, It's not that all the time, but knowing that helps me to tell distances."

Ari spaced out for a second. Just for a brief instant, she twitched her head to the right, taking in all the different voices. Her right hand moved from her lap, up to touch the edge of the table. It was part of a--a subconsious need to know her surroundings. But then, the moment was gone, and she honed back in to Karma, turningh er head back to the left.

"My glasses? I've has this pair for about a year, but I always carry spares. Let's just say some people can be jerks," she chuckled.

And then, Ari could bear it no longer. Karma was unlike anyone she had met in a very long time, "Okay, this is killing me." Ari turned to face her more, "You must be bubbling with questions on the inside--I'm just so used to people asking, it's wierd for me." She touched her glasses again, "So, go on, ask away..."

Jule saw Vicky and Thomas passing apiece of parchment back and forth. She thought it was adorable and went back to her doodling.

Dani smiled at Ari's new friend. "Well Ari, I've got to get back over there before my food gets cold." She hugged her friend once more and headed back over to where Lasca, Mariel, and Nate were and sat back down. Her stomach was growling again. Apparently that one potato hadn't been very filling. She smiled at Nate and then turned to listen to the conversation around her.

She waited for Thomas's reply and looked Jules doodling on a piece of paper.

Thomas was thinking about what to write but nothing came to his mind, until suddenly something popped up his mind. He wrote on the parchment:

To the royal Vicky

I know I exaggerated in the beginning a bit but never mind,
tell me had wand you have and what are you thinking about?

From the royal Thomas.

Dear your majestry Thomas,

My wand is 11.63 Oak, Granian hair and swishy and I am thinking about my bed.

Princess Vicky

She gave him the note!

Divad sat there, wondering if Jule was okay. He had only just noticed her doodling. "Whatcha drawing?" Divad asks, hoping to re-ignite the old conversation of which he was now accustom to.

Jule was almost done with her drawing when she couldnt keep her eyes open anymore. She put her arm on the table and her head down. She then heard Dicad's voice.

"I'm drawing dresses i'd like to make or wear some day."

Divad moved closer, holding Jule, he felt a sudden wave of exhaustion coming from Jule. He didn't know what was happening. Was he taking her tiredness away? OR was he just tired himself? Either way, Divad felt sleepy and dosed off next to Jule.

Jule felt Divad pull her closer to him. All of a sudden most of her tiredness went away.

"Divad, are you doing this?" she asked him.

"I must be! But I feel weird...." Divad start to slur his words. He passes out again.

Jule carefully releases herself from him. She doesnt want him to be too tired either.

Divad wakes up, and sees Jule trying to release herself. He feels bad, put falls back asleep.

She waits for Thomas's reply without falling asleep!

Jule hasn'tt old anymore yet but she can sense what people are feeling.

"Don't feel bad. I just dont want you to knock out on the table." she gigggled and passed her fingers through his soft hair.

Clark waltzed in the Great Hall, aware of the dirty looks he was getting. Was he late? Probably not. But whatever. He sat down at his table and started tapping his fingers. And his fork. And spoon. And spork.

Ba-ba-ba- BOOM. Ba-ba-ba-ba-ba- BOOM

He then realized he was being annoying. However, he didn't really care. He ran his hand through his wavy raven-black hair and blinked a few times. Feeling out of place, he examined himself. "Horsefeathers!" he said loudly. (He was known for his PG-rated interjections)

Robert pushed his food around on his plate more without looking up. Feeling someone behind him he was about to turn around and tell whoever it is off when he felt arms around his neck. He closed his eyes and clenched his jaw as a wave of memories washed over him but knowing that the person behind him was probably Liz and not.... Swallowing he let the emotion pass before turning to look at her with a raised eyebrow and a curious smirk that showed nothing of what had crossed in his mind. "Who's scowling?" he asked cheekily before turning to look at her fully as she sat. "Yeah. I didn't take the train." He hadn't wanted the very probable chance of running into Mari or Cayden. "Father made special arrangements for other transportation," having a father who worked for the minister did have its advantages sometimes.

"Anyway I will be more than happy to make it up to Bella later," he smirked and nudged Liz playfully. "Oh!" Standing up he twirled a little to show off his new, rather expensive, robes with a somewhat arrogant smile. "What do you think? I dragged Lyra with me on a shopping trip and bought brand new...well everything pretty much." He smirked and held up his finger in a waiting gesture as he reached into his pocket and pulled out a pair of sunglasses. "Well?"

He hadn't seen or heard Rose but as he finished his little circle once more his eyes caught her and he slid off the sunglasses, his smile faultering only slightly as he remembered the way he had acted in the bookstore. Regaining his composure he shrugged and sat on the table so that he could see both of them. "Never better. You?"

Jule went back to her doodling when she noticed Divad knocked out. She leaned over and pecked him on the cheek. For once she was happy with someone besides her friends.