Reese smiled when Jack mentioned Gryffindor's having a good Quidditch team this year. "That's really good to hear," she told him. "I can't wait until Slytherin plays Gryffindor." Hopefully the Slytherins had a good team this year. She wasn't wuite sure who had signed up to tryout for their Quidditch team, but she hoped the Captain picked skilled people. She was planning on winning both cups this year!

She nodded in her head in reply. "He did," she answered. "I think because I wouldn't give him 5 Galleons over summer that he decided to take all my money for himself." She giggled at the comment Jack said. Cam technically wasn't a normal person to be honest. He was more like an alien from another planet. "No, I didn't. I've been looking for him, but I haven't seen him anywhere," she explained. "He's probably hiding from me."

"Aw, Jack. You don't have to," she insisted. "I can wait a few days before my mom sends me my money." Hopefully it would only be a few days. "And, Torin had bought me some a few days ago," she added. "But...um...I ate all those." Yeaaaah.

"Hmmm. No. No, saying it like that doesn't make any sense," Plymouth agreed. He shed his outside sweater as he spoke. So many BODIES in here made it warm in the shop. The sweater got draped over a rack and left there. "But the thing about my Daphadil is... she doesn't always make sense. I find her completely fascinating." Plymouth shrugged and resisted all urges to eavesdrop on her again. If Daphne wanted to speak to him, she would. She USUALLY took a minute a two (or ten or fifty) to warm up to most things anyway.

Plymouth was okay with that.

Besides, Silly Willy...was being precious all on her own there. "hehe... it's HORRIBLE, isn't it, Will? Horrible. Here...Let me have it and you try THIS," he waved a sugar quill in front of her nose. That'd get the taste out.

Phoebus grinned as Daphne once more reached up and patted his hair down, wearing that little frown of hers that he found so endearing. He knew his hair was poofy. Nothing he could do about it....but he would encourage it to remain so if that meant she'd pay him attention for it.

He chuckled as she reminded him it was only vanilla ice cream that she liked to eat. " Right...so...vanilla nougat shouldn't be too bad." He said, laughing again. She looked...well, she was being really, really cute right now with her uncertainty regarding the harmless nougat. " If you don't like it, I'll eat it for you. I like nougat." He said, popping his own piece in to his mouth and chewing happily. Nougaty goodness. Nummeh.

When he was finished, he laughed. " It's gonna get all stuck on your finger if you keep playing with it. Just try it. Tryyyy it. I'll beg," He said, giving her one of his grins as he stood there, waiting for her to try it. " I'll make some...crazy scene, get down on one knee and beg." He said, laughing that same unsure laugh of his as he spoke to her.

Silently, Daphne watched Phoebus eat his piece of candy with a slightly alarmed expression. Really, now? Reaaally? Even...considering...she had already tasted it? Pretty scandalous. Blushing at that thought, Daphne gave the nougat one last squeeze and..."Eehh!" she whined in surprise. It was sticking!

To her fingers. Displeased, she held it out to Phoebus, not before trying to bite most of it off. "I don't want it anymore."

Chew. Chew. Oh....mm. It wasn't so bad.

Phoebus chuckled again at Daphne's reaction to his promise of scene-making and then he stifled more amusment as she realized it was in fact sticking to her fingers. He smiled as she said she didn't want it but bit a good portion of it off anyway before holding her hand out to him.

He watched with an expectant expression as she chewed. Success! She was actually eating it. " See? It's just chewy...and vanilla flavored." He said, grinning at her. He asked for some toffee then for himself and a small bag of nougat bits as well while Daphne finished eating hers. " So what do you think?" He inquired hopefully.

Her fingers were still sticky.

Frowning, Daphne brought her fingers to her mouth and mentally deducted points from Phoebus' tally. He was supposed to handle her sticky finger crisis but didn't. Now she was forced to suck her fingers in public. Not happy times for Miss Hopton. Not. Happy. Times.

Plymouth would have handled it, lovely. At this thought, Daphne blushed and smirked around her fingers, still in her mouth.

"I think," Daphne drawled, pulling out her finger and thumb with a POP. "We take a bag."

That was her way of saying: 'Good Job, Phoebus. That was very good candy. Pat yourself on the back for being marvelous'. Except--she wasn't ever going to say that out loud. Not out loud.

"And then we get your toffee."

Sucking on her thumb once more, Daphne allowed her green-brown eyes to find Plymouth and Willow. Hmm. Shyly, she wiggled the four fingers not in her mouth at them.

Mostly to Plymouth.

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"Hmmm. No. No, saying it like that doesn't make any sense," Plymouth agreed. He shed his outside sweater as he spoke. So many BODIES in here made it warm in the shop. The sweater got draped over a rack and left there. "But the thing about my Daphadil is... she doesn't always make sense. I find her completely fascinating." Plymouth shrugged and resisted all urges to eavesdrop on her again. If Daphne wanted to speak to him, she would. She USUALLY took a minute a two (or ten or fifty) to warm up to most things anyway.

Plymouth was okay with that.

Besides, Silly Willy...was being precious all on her own there. "hehe... it's HORRIBLE, isn't it, Will? Horrible. Here...Let me have it and you try THIS," he waved a sugar quill in front of her nose. That'd get the taste out.

Willow did not miss the MY in Plymouth's comment, nor was she entirely surprised to hear it, if she was being completely honest with herself - Evolette had, after all, filled her in about that entire ... thing. Which was why the seventh year could not help but to feel slightly awkward right now. And Willow Kovac did not appreciate that. "You mean that she's different from the rest of the girls you know? Different in a very good way?" It also felt very odd to talk about someome that was in the same room. "My brother Branimir often refers to girls as fascinating whenever they do not fall for his ... ridiculous self right away. But you are not like him, so never mind that." Willow would like him if he were.

Branimir was an idiot, Plymout was not. "It is rather disgusting and unpleasant, yes." HOW did people EAT that? "Have you ever had Fizzing Whizzbees before?" Inquired Willow as she sucked on a sugar quill, while her free hand tugged on Plymouth's sleeve. "Oh, look - Daphne Hopton is sort of waving at us." Was she supposed to wave back?

Kovac just gave the younger girl a polite nod.

Plymouth was grinning like the fool he was. "You clearly don't know Daphne if you don't know she's different. She's... hehe.. She just has her ways." Which, if the truth were known, SO did Silly Willy Kovac. Both took patience, that was for sure. He'd been failing to NOT watch Daphne with Phoebus and her messy fingers issue.

He noted the little wave and answered with a LOOK. The, "want me to fix your fingers, Daphadil?" look. And... a wink. And a look so full of adoration that Plymouth just had to look away.

And... focus. Because Willow Kovac needed some good ole Plymouth attention, and he wasn't going to disappoint. "Miss McKenna ... hehe... She ... didn't suggest I take you out. But I got the idea from her," Plymouth put the blood pop in his mouth. Mmm sharing. YUUUCKKKK. He blanched and gagged a little. "No... No I haven't. By all means, find one and put it my mouth!" STAT STAT. Blood on his tongue, ewwww! He hung his tongue out for her to FIX. STAT.

Oooo! Free sweatshirt.

Strange, how people just left their clothing in public places. But all the better for Tino, whose motto was 'finders, keepers', and who had over the term accumulated quite a collection of orphaned socks, hoodies, handerchiefs, and left-footed shoes. Tino stretched this latest one over his existing puffy vest, which gave his slim frame a marshmallow-on-a-toothpick look. It was appropriate to look like a marshmallow when inside a candy shop.

"HI WILLOW!," Tino beamed, catching the team Captain nodding his direction. Oh yes, he was definitely turning into a 'somebody'. The other students were even starting to remember his name, after 6 years. Tino pushed his way through the clusters of people, using his new getup like a sumo-suit and bumping others aside. "Hi guys!," he enthused, waving a mittened hand at Willow and Plymouth and shoving a package of Jelly Slugs before them. "Want a slug? The green ones aren't mucus-flavored, just lime."

He was clearly disappointed.

Phobeus wordlessly grabbed the things Daphne had told him to; Distracted was a good word for how he was feeling at the moment. Candy purchased and his mind reasonably boggled, Phoebus glanced in the same direction and was again...irked? Perturbed? Peeved...to see that she was waving at Plymouth.

Who was...looking at her all googly eyed. What..what was this?! Phoebus was quickly losing control and the little voice in his head that sounded suspiciously like Riley was snorting. It was telling him he'd been too secure in his own abilities. Maybe he did need Riley's ...advice however inane he thought it to be sometimes.

He looked around and grabbed a napkin off a countertop. " Did you need this for your fingers? With all the...candy and stuff." He said offering it to her because he realized that she was sort of trying to clean her finger off still.

Daphne Hopton was different. Gotcha. Now it was Willow's turn to decide whether the things that set the blonde apart from the rest were good or bad.

She made a mental note to do so later, when her appointment with Morgan was over.

"Is that so?" One of her dark eyebrows quirked at Plymouth. "And what exactly did Evolette told you about me?" Trying not to flinch, with expert fingers Willow opened the bag of fizzing whizzbees, took one little table out and put it on Plymouth's blood-stained tongue.

She was careful, of course, to not touch anything. Who would have thought that inserting her fingers inside someone's mouth was something she'd be doing today? She had also NOT been expecting to ran into (or rather, being greeted by) Constantino.

"You ... did NOT tryout for Quidditch." Pursing her lips, her dark brows pulled together at the boy. Miffed, Willow was CLEARLY miffed. "And ... haven't I seen that ... piece of clothing before?" Narrowing his eyes, Willow touched Tino's sweatshirt repeatedly.

Phoebus might have gained a point for realizing (late) that she needed to fix her dirty fingers problem. One sole point. Silently, she took the napkin and wiped her finger and thumb with it. "Thank you, Phoebus, you're sweet."

He was. He really was. A little oblivious but couldn't be helped. Maybe it was the poofy hair distracting him. He did seem distracted. Crumpling up the napkin, she held it out to him. "Are you sure you don't want to get anymore candy?"

HMM. Because--for some reason, Phoebus just seemed the kind to indulge in that kind of thing. And--O__O Was Plymouth Morgan sticking out his tongue to Willow Kovac?

And was Willow Kovac touching Plymouth Morgan's tongue?


O_______O ... "Let's go Phoebus," suggested Daphne, tugging on his hand, even though she was STARING at Plymouth and Willow. "I want to go buy shoes."

And. Buy. Shoes. And. Spend. Money. And. Breathe.

Darn right Phoebus was sweet! Or...whatever. He shrugged. " I try my best," He told her and then took the napkin from her. At her offer of more sweets, he shook his head, shrugging as he did. " Nah. I've got enough, it'll last me a good while." He said to her.

He glanced over at Willow and Plymouth and he was somewhat startled to see Willow putting candy on Plymouths outstretched tongue. GROSS. Who knew where that thing had been?

Shivering slightly, he smiled with relief as Daphne said she wanted to go...and she...was sort of HOLDING his hand. Sort of. But STILL! It counted! He gladly let her tug, tug away on his hand and followed her toward the exit. " I don't think I've ever been shoe shopping before with a girl, come to think of it. "He told her with a grin. " First time for everything, right?" He said.

Ahhhh. Relief. His tongue was threatening to jump ship and sail away... but the fizzing help. Mmmmm.

Plymouth shrugged, "Nothing really, Silly Willy. I just got the FEELING from her that maybe... you needed to go out and have fun. So... you think you can grin at me or something? Hehe. Come on. Just one... ickle grin? For meeeee?" Plymouth batted his eyelashes at her - ridiculous, ridiculous boy.


Ah. Tino. Plymouth immediately frowned because the kid was... wearing his sweater. Or, granted, someone's sweater. TO be fair, Plymouth had swiped it same as Tino. The boys of Ravenclaw were very good at sharing, obviously. "Looks like I'm going to be cold later," he commented, but otherwise left Tino alone. No telling what he'd do... otherwise.

He missed Daphne's REASON to be....leaving so quickly. He assumed it must have been either doofer Phoebus did/said something stupid (likely) or the arrival of Tino (also likely). He waved at her, hoping she'd turn back around once more before leaving. He didn't get say anything about her boots...

Tug-tug-tugging Phoebus with her, Daphne gave Plymouth a look over her shoulder before she pushed the door open herself and walked out of Honeydukes.

To buy shoes.

And breathe. Shoes. Buy. Spend. Breathe.

"Your tongue looks really red," Tino observed to Plymouth, blinking like an owl. He popped a purple jelly slug into his mouth and chewed noisily.

Tino looked down at his poofy sweater. "It's mine now," he said, shrugging. "It's all about give-and-take in the world, y'know. . . I left my remembrall at the Three Broomsticks and I know some needy soul must have found it, and this is the universe's way of paying me back. It's karmen. See?. . . HEY! That guy is holding Daphne's hand!" Tino swerved, pointing. Who was that? Did Daphne have a boyfriend? He knew a little too well how she felt about her personal space. But she let this bloke. . ? Tino gaped a little as they left the shop before turning incredulously back to Plymouth for answers. "Did you see that? Who is that? Is he holding her against her will? Do we need to go rescue her?" Tino put up his fuzzy mittened fists. "C'mon, Willow. I missed tryouts and that's a really long story that I'll tell you later but it involves feathers and peach pie and a whole bucket of plimpies that attacked my face it was really awful I can still hardly see straight and there's another problem I'm having with sitting down on a broom, that's mainly why I haven't been on the pitch, but you wouldn't understand that cuz you're a girl, I mean you're a cool girl and all tough of course but you don't have certain parts that make it hard to sit on a broom sometimes. But that doesn't mean I can't do a little rock 'em sock 'em now, when it's necessary. That boy was a Claw, and he needs to be taught."

Tino popped another three slugs.

Oh, look, Daphne Hopton was leaving and Plymouth was looking disappointed.

Lips pursed at this because as far as Willow was concerned Plymouth could always just go and follow Daphne Hopton to the end of the rainbow if that's what he wanted to do, the seventh year patiently waited for the boy to start floating - since that's what happened when you had Fizzing Whizbees.

If he didn't, she was asking her daddy to sue Honeyduke for lying to their costumers.

Forest green shifting towards Tino, Willow positively gaped at the boy's rant. The truth was that she had NOT caught most of the things the taller boy was rambling about but she thought she heard something like rescuing Daphne Hopton (or was it stalking?) which didn't make any sense because Hopon was BIG enough to take of herself and also that Willow would never understand some of his issues because ....

.... Her green orbs popped opened at the boy before frowning severely. "Have you ever heard of the phrase TOO much information, Constantino Kolytiris?" Hands resting on her waist, Willow tapped her shoe against the floor and waited for answer.

" Hurry up Bella" Jason told her. "There is lots of candies here" Jason said to Bella.

Adrienne reached out a hand to lightly put it on Torin's arm as she semsed guilt creeping into the Huffie, even without actually using her abilities. It was highly possible they had made her a tiny bit more observant to emotions, though. She really didn't know, and her grandmother hadn't really addressed that yet in their lessons. But either way, as he spoke, she knew she was right. "It's fine," she said with a sympathetic smile as he loked back up at her, "If I wasn't me, I'd probably freak out a little if I'd found out one of my friends could read minds. As it is, I don't know too many people who actually can." Beyond her and her grandmother. There were a lot of people who said they could, but she didn't tend to believe them.

She grinned as he felt the need to compare her to some of his other friends as regarded chocolate, though. "They swear by chocolate too, or Chocolate Frogs in particular?," she asked generally, before deciding to add a pound each of milk and dark chocolate fudge to her collection of truffles and frogs. That should last her for a while, provided nobody tried to raid her stash.

Bella walked in quickly and instantly a wide smile was playing across her face.
"wow...cool...i guess Jacob is gonna love these," Bella said looking at the candies
"though i guess he is quite big enough to not have a craving for candies like kids but i guess he is gonna savor these," Bella said and took a milk fudge and one chocolate. she went on and bought Chocolate Frogs andLicorice Wands,Toffee,Cherry-center Truffle,Dark Chocolate Truffle,Chocoballs for her brother Sugar Quills for her mother
"my mum she simply loves these," Bella said indicating and taking the Sugar quills.
"um...what should i take?" she said aloud,one 12 year old she was."um...yup i will try this one" taking the Fizzing Wzibees "and these" taking anothe cherry center truffle and dark chocolate truffle.
"you arent taking anything Jason?" Bella asked turning to Jason.

Plymouth winced at that look. Uggghhh. He knew... well, no, he didn't KNOW exactly what he had done, but the fact that he'd done SOMETHING to get that look was enough to bum him out entirely. In fact, he was feeling light headed... no... just LIGHTWEIGHT all together... O__O He had no delusions that Daphne Hopton had weird effects on him, but this was...


"EEEEEEP," Plymouth latched on to both Willy and Tino. He didn't DO flying! Or floating! Or ahhh! He hung on to them (more so to Willow, admittedly, because Tino freaked Plymouth out a little) to keep himself on the floor. Beyond his death grip though (and initial girly squeal), he tried to be completely cool.


"She's okay," Plymouth assured Tino. "I don't think Phoebus means any harm," though Daphne on the hand looked like she might cause Plymouth harm later... "But you sure are worked up over it." Plymouth gave Tino a look before giving his attention back to Willow. He opened his mouth, in the hopes that she'd share her sugar quill with him and get him back safely on the ground.

Daisy froze in place upon hearing an outburst about holding hands. “Oh…Merlin’s….” A very distinct flashback overtook her memory and her head felt both painful and itchy at the same time as she recalled last year’s incident with one Tino Kolytiris in the sandbox with a bright pink cat. As she scratched her head a cold chill crossed her nose and suddenly sneezed.

“Ahh…choo…”

She shook her head and then turned and peered around the corner of the truffle display.

“No…no…no…” she muttered turning a bit red in the face. “He can’t be here now… I was doing so well!”

She turned around to look for Vivianne. “We need to get out of here before he sees us.”

Via barely heard the name of Daisy's brother, she could ask her again some other time... maybe later at the three broomsticks while they're enjoying a drink.

She only heard her say she's all set after she herself got two bags of Bertie Botts. Reminded her of the Astronomy class. At least she had enough, she felt like it would be a long while again before she comes back to the shop.

"Okay..." she said as she turned around, "Let's pay for 'em."

She was actually beaming at her bestfriend who had suddenly sneezed. "Are you Okay?" she asked her before Daisy said something. "Hey... i took a bath," she joked.

But as she stopped laughing, Daisy was serious... Oh!!! not again, Vivianne thought. Daisy's hero's here... for Merlin's sake... why is he following them??? In that case, Via thought, he didn't.

Via almost scrambled with the packs of treats she was holding as Daisy wanted to leave as fast as they could. She eagerly headed at the cashier and started looking for her purse... How could she use purse during this times?!!!

"BLESS YOU!," Tino yelled at whoever had sneezed in the other aisle. "MAY YOU BE HEALTHY, WEALTHY, AND WISE! MAY GOD BLESS YOU FROM THE SKIES!" There. His obligation as a germ-fearing citizen was fullfilled.

Tino frowned, turning back towards his friends. "Too much information? Surely there's no such thing for a Ravenclaw. We thrive on information. Remember?" He peered at the dark-haired Captain, puzzled at her obvious annoyance. She only tapped her foot like that when she was displeased, such as when he had beaned Muriel in the head with the quaffle . . .right before taking a swing at him with the beater's bat.

Tino took a step back. "Umm, I'm. . . sorry?," he asked hopefully. He grabbed Plymouth's hand, which had a vice grip on his new sweater. "Look Willow!," he cried suddenly, "Plymouth is my human balloon! Bouncy-bouncy-bouncy!" And he jerked the other boy's arm playfully, making him bob like an apple in a water barrel. Distraction was good. Distraction from possible homicide. Too bad Plymouth had to play along, but it was for the greater good, right?

Daisy followed Vivianne up to the counter looking over her shoulder as if a secret agent she couldn’t see was following her around. Dear Merlin, she pray-thought. Please don’t let him see me. Daisy did not need to be jumped upon, sprayed down, or ‘saved’ by Hypochondriac Boy. At least not today…

“Vivianne, hurry. He might see-”
“Us…”

The yelled blessing of good health hung in the shop like a hazy cotton-candy smoke-fog as Daisy held her breath hoping he wouldn’t come to look for whomever had sneezed. When Tino didn’t come barreling around the corner, she let out a sigh of relief.

“I don’t think he spotted us.” She told Vivianne in relief. “I think we’re safe.”