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Originally Posted by XanaSnape

"'Someone like the professor?' By which you mean a learned professional woman, I presume?" his smirk showed that he knew exactly what Rafe was referring to. "You will of course run across people with prejudices, even in our world this is true. It is only natural; people fear what is different, and what they do not understand. You must learn to approach these people with patience, for when you show a display of aggression or temper you are only validating their low expectations of you."

He turned and went to the staircase, slowly heading down to the third floor corridor.

ooc- shall we continue on the third floor corridor?

"Of, course, professional, exactly," Rafe said with a smile. Rafe nodded at what he said about the people of the world. "Yes, but how can one approach a person when they are so set in their ways? Why are people like this? And...I can't exactly...wait a minute so, are you well pro..." he whispered, "Werewolf?" Rafe raised an eyebrow. This mad certainly didn't seem ignorant after such words. He was definitely wise and must have seen a lot through all his years.

Kazimeriz smiled a little. "I support education, and for tolerance toward all creatures, be they werewolf, vampire, dementor, boggart, pogrebin, muggle, or that most frightening and dangerous of all living creatures... wizard." He glanced at the student, continuing his shuffle-walk toward the first floor. "There will be those whose minds cannot be changed. It is even more important not to validate their misconceptions of your kind to those people. By showing a display of temper, instead of teaching others in the class tolerance for Miss Lupa, what you have done is teach everyone who knows your secret or who may come to know your secret that perhaps Mr. Newtington had a point about lycanthropes." he shook his head and clucked his tongue a bit. "Pity."

ooc: Shall we continue down to the second floor...?

Laura wandered along the corridor, humming quietly to herself as she thought about the term so far. It was great, her and Jule were gatting along well, and Vicky was no where to be seen. It seemed great to Laura, even though she hadn't seen Linda or Izzy Bella for a while, and she seemed to be alone most of the time. Shrugging once, and reminding herself that it was her fault she wasn't willing to make friends, Laura carried along down the corridor, deep in thought about the coming year, ans the years to follow.

Until she heard a ripping sound, and looked down to see parchment and books, ink and quills cascading onto her feet. Goaning, Laura mentally wondered why this always happened to her. Why, why, why? It just wasn't fair. Bending down, she begain to pick up her stuff, complaining under her breath at the fact that her colour changing ink had soak her Transfiguration book.

Evan was wandering around the corridors aimlessly when he realised he was at the third floor alone with a girl. He sighed at first, why were so many girls in this school? And the statics sais there were more boys than girls. Apparently not in wizarding world. He wouldn't care and pass away when he saw that her bag was torn and all her books were everywhere. It wouldn't be so good to just pass by and watch now, would it? With another silent sigh, he bent down next to her and collected some of the books, holding them to her with a smile. She would talk if she wanted to, but Evan would just be a stranger if she didn't. He was bored of girls, and he doubted this girl was different.

Hearing a sigh, Laura looked up and blushed slightly when she saw that a boy she didn't even know was helping her to pick her books up. Taking then off him with a small smile, she brushed her hair out of her eyes. "Thanks," she muttered, before tapping her bag with her wand, repairing it, and stuffing the books haphazardly away. She could sort them later... but even standing there now she knew it wasn't going to happen.

"Erm, thank you," she said once again, this time looking at the boy and not mumbling. Deciding that it was time ti stop being herself, and try to be confident, she stuck out a hand. "I'm Laura." she beagn, but found it was all she could really say. What if he just ignored her, and walked away and laughed?!

Yeah, this girl was like the others too. No one different to bother to be extra polite and friendly. Evan refrained from sighing and leaving, instead he smiled again. He would still be polite and friendly. "You're welcome." he said, and watched her repair it. Was she a Ravenclaw? He checked her robes and saw that she was. Why were all the Claws talented and clever? Was there no exception? He remembered that the Veela Vicks was a huge exception. Talking of whom, where was she? Like Evan cared, he didn't give a care. Just it was odd that such a girl suddenly disappeared.

Coming back to Earth, the blondie smiled again. She had already thanked. Maybe she thought Slytherin were silly and not understand at first? She was wrong then, although Evan was a blondie, he was actually smart. Anyways, liking this girl less with every minute, he answered "And I'm Evan Cartwright." Yeah, he was a Cartwright from Liverpool and a Slytherin. That combination would be deadly if provoked.

Being a player, he was uneasy with a girl for the first time. He couldn't come up with a topic. Odd. He was the guy who had attracted many girls, and had fell two in love with himself. Why was it so hard? But it was hard... and he didn't know what he did there standing awkwardly next to an ordinary Ravvie girl.

Listening to Evan, Laura could tell, not only from his tone, but also from his expression and body language that he wasn't the least bit pleased in standing next to her. To him, and she watched as he examined her robes, she was another 'Claw. He thought her stuck up and smart, the exact opposite of what she was. With a sigh, she studied his voice, and a smile crept across her face as she recognised the accent.

"You from Liverpool?" she asked, even though she could tell all Evan wanted her to do was walk away. Although she was shy, Laura was curious, and the accent couldn't help but provoke it. Not many would've recognised it, but Laura, having spent so much time as a child there, had picked up on it, coming out in her own Cockney tones.

Evan was oblivious that Laura had solved all his body language and therefore his thoughts. He still thought that she wanted to be with him, or more likely, couldn't think of a polite excuse to go away. Whichever it was they were there, trying to talk which wasn't easy at all. He leaned on a wall and watched her. Another trait: most of the people had blue eyes. Another similarity...

Then Laura caught him off-guard by saying he was from Liverpool. Gasp. No one had realised before! And eveyone would say Scouse accent was hard to understand. veryone somehow seemed to understand it perfectly, besides Laura, who recognised it from two simple and short sentence. Now more intrigued at her, he smiled friendly for the first time and said "Yes. You are the first person to notice it actually." He narrowed his eyes and tried to place her accent... it carried some hint of Scouse but... as he had never been to anywhere but Manchester and Liverpool, he wasn't sure. "I couldn't figure out yours though." he admitted, no need to stare strangely and try to find out.

A little surprised at Evans sudden smile, Laura was taken aback. He hadn't seemed to be a one for friends before, and now he was smiling? Well, Laura would go along with it. After all, she was trying to be more confident, rather than the shy thing she'd always been. Offering a smile back at Evan, she nodded when he said she was the first person to place his accent.

"Yeah, well. I lived there for a couple of years, and my family still do. So I spend a lot of time there," she shrugged, as if it was normal that she should recognised his accent. But it was wasn't it? Oh well. She pushed the struggle from her mind and concentrated on what Evan said next.

"I live London," Laura said with another shrug. "But I guess my accent isn't pure Cockney, 'cause I've lived in Liverpool, too." She frowned. That sounded strange, saying that she gone from one end of England to the other. And she'd never really noticed her accent until now, and she noticed the hint of Scouse in it.

Evan realised too late that his smile seemed awkward. He had been wishing to just walk away a minute ago, and now he wanted to talk to Laura. Yeah, he realised many things too late anyway. He should see a doctor or something, take lectures on what to do and not.

Back to Laura, he wondered why they had moved to London. London was gloomy, dirty and crowded, while Liverpool was wonderful. He would never want to live somewhere else, though he didn't know anywhere on the island. London was the centre, maybe that was the why? Still, wizards could apparate. But then again, maybe she was a Muggleborn. Wrinkle. She was alright but her family... anyways, he shouldn't conclude anything before he knew her better.

He nodded, unsure what to say. Better to ask in a casul way, right? "Why did you move to London?" he asked, shifting to his other leg. Glad that she wasn't a Cockney. It was hard to understand them.

Looking over Evan, Laura noticed that he was a Slytherin. She didn't have anything against them, but it was seemingly true that they were ones to change there minds quickly. A moment ago, Evan had been wishing to get away from her, and now he was asking about her life? Maybe it wasn't Slytherins, maybe it was just boys.

Shaking her head mentally, she thought what to say before she answered him. Should she tell him? She didn't even really know him, but she decided to tell him the truth. Well, part of it anyway. "Well, my da- the house caught fire, so we had to move to Grandad's," she said with a shrug. No need to tell him about her dad being the culprit, Laura mentally shook herself as she realised that the answer had almost slipped out. "We live on the outskirts, really, but my cousins still live in Liverpool," she added

Evan thought maybe he had asked a too personal question. It might be becuase of someone's death, or because of loans. He bit his tongue again. He had talked without thinking. Now that he had spoken, he waited for her answer, and hoped it was as simple as "my mom switched her job to somewhere in London!" But it wasn't. Their house was burnt. Aww... but it'd be just to put the fire out with magic, which led him again that she was a muggleborn. He was itching to ask, but it would be rude to ask such a thing out of the blue. Instead, he whispered "I'm sorry." and he meant it. Now, to change the subject... "Are you interested in football, by the way?" It was a really weird question to ask, but he was passionate about it even though he was pureblood. And as she was probably a Muggleborn, she would like it too. Hopefully.

Glancing up at Evan at his whisper, Laura smiled. "It's alright, honest," she said. He must think her family was daft or something, for they hadn't put the fire out. But Fiendfyre was hard to put out, and as no one in her family knew the counter curse, it was easier to disapear quietly, and not to alert the Muggle authorities. So they'd moved to her Grandads. Shrug.

Her smile widened at his question; it was almost funny. Such a random question, so out of the blue, and obviously to change the subject. If she'd been pureblood, she might've scorned him, said that he was stupid to even think it. But she was half-blood, and that made all of the difference. "Football?" she repeated with a nod. "Love it, but dad didn't like me playing. Or supporting for that matter. Mum was fine, because she was a muggle." She laughed at the memory. Now dad wasn't there to tell her she couldn't play, but there was only one problem; living in London equaled no cousin or friends to play with. Hmmph.

Yeah, everyone said it was alright but it never was. Burning your house, and everything you had was not easy, and Evan felt sorry for Laura. It must also be hard to live with grandparents. At least his grandparents were so harsh on him that he barely wanted to see them, despite his huge love. He couldn't imagine living with them.

Back to earth once again, he was happy to see her smile widen. He wondered if he made it too clear that he wanted to change the subject. Shrug, he didn't know any soothing words, so he wouldn't want her to weep. Better to be laughed at than to be shouted, no?

Aah, got her, she was half blood. Good, Evan could safely talk to her now. He could never understand wizards who were against Muggle life, and this wizard was married to a Muggle! How contradictory. He pursed his lips. "Do you support any team then?" he asked, still enthusiastic. She could still be won.

Oh! She hoped that was a good face because at the moment she didn't know how to answer that question. "I like you a whole...whole lot." She tried to cover up what she just said but it wasn't going to work. "...love...a little? Yeah! I do." She was speaking half sentences as she buried her head in his shoulder again, this time she kissed his neck in return.

"The next one sounds good to me." And now they were on the third floor corridor which meant they were almost there.

Oh. Was that bad, or good? "Um...I like you a whole, whole lot too," he smiled. "And love you a little, as well." He tightened his grip on her, into a squeeze.

His eyes widened. She had kissed his neck. That was way better than his cheek. He should like girls more oftne. At least he had Fia now. And they both liked each other a whole lot.

Laura sighed in relief, mentally. She was glad that Evan was not going to press her for details about the fire, or to be all sympathising, and everything. It was alot nicer that he looked over her history and just wanted to talk to her. At least, she thought he did.

From the purse of his lips, she couldn't tell whether he was impressed by the fact that his father wasn't against Muggles, or the contrary. She still didn't know whether he was half-blood, or whatever. Shrug. Oh well, it wasn't like it was important, or anything. And she wasn't one to pry; much better to concentrate on the topic in hand, one she was enthusiastic about.

"Everton," she said slowly, smiling. At least he know that Everton was a team, of he lived in Liverpool. Unless he was one of those people, who thought of Liverpool FC and didn't think of Everton as a proper team. Then that would be bad, and she might have to walk away. But not to think about that now. "You?"

Everton? Oh, Laura was a sane, pretty girl. She didn't support that Liverpool FC thingy. Evan'd have expected her to support a London team but Everton was just as cool. He grinned. "You'll laugh at me now but..." he started, unsure how to continue. People always laughed and called him names when they hear he didn't support his home city team. "...I'm a huge Chelsea freak, although I support Everton from Liverpool." He'd be very happy too when Everton won. Weird, this guy was.

Smiling at Evan, Laura smirked a little. She'd never laughed at anyone before, but there was always a first time for everything. She began thinking through all of the posibilities, all of the reasons why she'd laugh. He mightn't like football, and might just be pulling her leg. But she wouldn't laugh, she'd be hurt.

But when Evan spoke, Laura was surprised. She wasn't going to laugh, but she giggled a little, mainly at the fact that he thought she'd laugh, when it was perfectly normal. "I had a friend like that," she admitted with a nod. "But it was a bit more extreme. He supported Madrid, or Liverpool if he needed a home team. Urgh."

Evan was a bit surprised when Laura didn't laugh. Apparently his friends and family were too fanatic, who always mocked him far too much every time Chelsea lost. He was lucky this year though, Chelsea was too good to be complained about. This year he was mocking them, now that Chelsea beat Liverpool 2-0 even without Petr Cech. Ha.

He laughed. That friend was really a bit extreme. But he was sane too, he supported Madrid, though his choice of Liverpool was wrong. "At least he supports Real Madrid. Better than Barça, I guess." He didn't guess, he was sure. Aaand this brought up the question of "Do you watch any other leagues?" He wouldn't expect any girl to watch other country footballs but oh well. Maybe Laura was indeed different.

"Jinx? JINXXX? Oh where for art thou JINXXX?"

Jack was walking around the corridors of the castle, desperately looking for Jinx behind every statue, suit of armour, and portrait he came by. This was ridiculous--sure, people lost their rats all the time. Their toads too. Even an owl was understandable if you couldn't remember the last errand you sent it on.

But a CAT? Absolutely ridiculous.

Jack was almost certain that Jinx had been catnapped by Justin and Jasmine yet again, just like they always took Xavier without asking as well. OR Jinx could have just run off after a mouse, which was just as likely, and somehow slipped out of the Gryffindor tower. Still, Jack was rather shocked--Jinx was getting fatter every day and yet he still moved with surprising speed.

"Silly cat," he grumbled to himself as he stood up from behind a suit of armour. BANNNNNNNG! He hit his head on the helmet as he came up, making a horrible crashing noise echo through the corridor. YOUCHHHHH that hurtttt!

Stifling a yawn, Torin figured that this was a good time to head upstairs and take a nap. Since when did he do that during the day? He had no idea. All he knew was that 4 hours at the library reading about History of Magic for OWLs was very boring and had made him want to bang his head on the table.

He was just passing by a suit of armor when suddenly he heard a terrible crashing sound. What the bloody hell was that?

Looking around scared, he called out, "who's there?" Maybe it was one of the ghosts behind a suit of armor? But then wait, ghosts were transparent. Was it Peeves then?

Jack crawled out from behind the back of the suit of armour, still rubbing his head at the place he had hit it. There was going to be a BUMP there tomorrow! Ah well--he'd just tell people it was a bludger.

Ahh, Torin was there. Looking like he had just heard a ghost or something. Someone was jumpy! He chuckled and shook his head. "It's just me, Jack," he said as he emerged. He wondered for a second if he had scared the Hufflepuff--PSSH Jack wasn't scary!

"Did I scare you?" he asked, raising an eyebrow.

Okay, the last thing that he ever expected was for Jack to crawl out from behind a suit of armor. So he just stood there staring at him in confusion for about a minute.

"What are you doing down there?" His fears were all forgotten as soon as he saw that it was a harmless person instead of a an unruly poltergeist.

"Not exactly scared. More like startled. I'm tired after reading History of Magic for 4 hours." Maybe he was sounding a bit defensive, but he really didn't want to appear to be a chicken.