Tyler nodded as Ad passed back the ball. He kicked it off against the wall, and let it hit his chest. "I've been playing since I was like four, I think," Ty said and chuckled. All he knew wht that he had been playing for a reallyyyy long time. Definitely years of playing.

"How about you?"

Thinking about it, Adam couldn't remember when he'd started playing. He knew it'd been the only muggle thing his parents had been fine with him doing, and that his dad had even offered to coach him a few times. Before they'd fallen out, obviously. "Erm, I dernoo. Scince I was 'bout five? Yeah must've been, 'cuz i got enrolled in my first minor league team when I was ten, and you had to have five years experience."

"Ohhhhhhh. Old age is getting to us already," Ty joked and laughed. He passed the ball back to Adam and leaned on the wall. It seemed like they have been playing forever, but years were a long time. "Have you played out in the grounds yet?"

"It is, it is. I'm seventeen in less than a month. How scary is that?!" he said with a dry laugh. And the thought was scary, but nice too. 'Cuz he could learn to drive, and take his apparation test, and buy a house and... Well, he wasn't going to go through the whole list. But he still had two and a half years in school, and Adam was growing quite attached. He didn't know wether it was the company or the Castle or the lessons, or a combination, but he was beginning to think being kept behind was a good thing.

"Yeah," Adam said, laughing quietly at the memory. The whole ball and Warren in the lake thing was probably beyond funny. "With these two Slytherins. A third and a fouth... I think...." he said, scratching his head. Shame they both supported Chelsea. And Adam still hadn't found them to rub Evertons win in their faces.

"Ha! You're oooooooooooooold. Now I feel younger than before," Tyler joked and shook his head. Well, Tyler was the youngest of three kids, the only to live with his parents still, only fifthteen, but he was the oldest of cousins, he thinks. There could be some random cousins or family member's he hasn't met yet.

"Ohhhhhhhhh. I have like no time to do anything anymore, kind of sad," he chuckled.

"Oi, you. 'Least I get to drive first, oooh, and I'm buying a house over Easter. You'll have to come visit," Adam laughed. And of course, Kat and Lucy would too. And tyler would still have to live with his parents for another year. HAHA! "When is your birthday, by the way?" Because Adam didn't want to miss his best mates birthday as well as Lori's.

"What d'ya mean, you aint got no time?" Adam said, apalled that Ty would have no time for football. "Soon as the snow clears up, we'll round up some lads and have a proper game." And by round up some lads he meant Evan and Warren, and anyone they knew that played.

"Fine, you got me there. I would like to drive, but obviously not old enough. And if I come visit with Kat, that's an automatic call for disaster," Tyler chuckled and remembered the incident in his own room. Though he still wondered why thecat was in the vent...? Stupid cat. So now Adam was asking about his birthday. "March 2nd," he slightly smirked. Yes, Lorrrrrrrii told him about how Adam forgot her birthday.

"Yeah, no time. Well mostly because I became lazier here but there are things to do. For me at least there kind of are. It's exhausting to have family in this school," Ty mentioned while rubbing his face and frowning. That little girl was going to drive him up the walls very soon if she kept tormenting him with spiders. Gross. "Will do. Gives me at least some time for myself away from all these things,"

Dylan shook his head, "I feel fine now. It's nothing." Disease or nothing, he was fine. The bleeding would stop. Well he was going to die anyway. He would rather do it somewhere private. "I'm gonna go back to bed. I'd rather die there." Yep that was private.

"Automatic call for disater? Sound like a fun holiday plan to me," Adam grinned. Because otherwise, the holidays would be boring. And Adam didn't want his holidays to be boring, otherwise he'd probably admit that he'd rather be back at school, and even if he ended up feeling that, he didn't want to end up saying it.

"March second? Right, I'll try to remember that," Adam said with a frown. Because he would try, but his memory was useless.

"Yeah. You need some time away from everything. Some footie'll do some good, get out of the castle and all that." Mern, Adam really just wasnted a game of football, and hated the snow for the fact he couldn't play outside. Kicking the ball higher, Adam let it land on his chest and roll off before dribbling it on the spot.

"Yup. She mostly does the random, crazy things. But they end up being fun so I have no complaints for it. Sure makes life interesting," Tyler raised his eyebrows and smirked. Yup, it sure was trouble and fun. Like over the Christmas holidays. But then again, that was something he didn't want to remember right now. "See, oooooooooold age is getting to you!"

"I really do, it's like taking over my life right now and football would really do me some good right now," he chuckled and slid his hands into his pockets.

"Oi," Adam said, kicking the ball towards Tyler again, and then he laughed. "S'not my fault I've got a bad memory. I blame the parents." And he actually did. They'd never enforced him to remember stuff, and nor had the Professors at Durmstrang. And that was the reason he had probably failed his exams and been kicked out of the stupid school.

Well, it probably wasn't, but Adam felt the need to blame someone else. Because then he didn't sound stupid.

Tyler laughed and started to kick the ball once Adam passed it back to him. "And how exactly is it your parents fault you have a bad memory?" he asked and kneed the ball up towards him.

Did he just say he was going off ways to die in private?? Kapoor slung his arm around the student to stop him. "Nonsense! You appear to still be bleeding. Professor Kazimeriz's potions store is right on this floor. I'm sure we could find something to help you in there for the moment."

Dylan frowned as the teacher put his arm around him. Where were they going? Oh the Potions closet. He nodded, "Sure. Why not?" It gave him something to do while he died. His mind was all over the place. Did he want to die alone? Or didn't he? He was very indecisive!

Pierre walked down into the dungeons holding Ziva's hand. He smiled. He was in one of his favorite places with one of his favorite people. He wished there wasn't silly rules about not being able to go into other houses common rooms. He just shook it out of his mind and looked at Ziva and smiled. They were almost outside the Slytherin common room now and he was already calculating his route to get in and out quickly.

Ziva shivered as they walked through the corridor of the dungeons. "I don't know how you can stand this." She said, her teeth chattering a little. She thought it was cold on the kitchen level, but then again, that was just her. And she did just get back from Florida over break. And she was Grecian so she was used to hot weather, not this cold stuff.

"I'm definitely awake now." She confirmed as she wrapped her free arm around her torso.

Pierre could feel Ziva shivering next to him. "I don't know. I must be used to the temperature down here, but I still can't stand the one outside. But I also am almost always wearing a sweater." He didn't understand the reason he got cold easily outside, but not down in the dungeons.

He chuckled a little as she said she was awake. Now they were standing in front of the entrance to the Slytherin Common Room. "Well, this is the entrance. I'll be right back."

He quickly said the password and entered the common room.

Ziva nodded, "It makes sense though, you've been down here what, seven years now?" she asked as they walked. "Alright, I'll be waiting." She said with a smile as she let go of his hand. "I won't go any where." She told him as he disappeared into the Slytherin common room. She leaned up against the corridor wall to wait for him.

Pierre came back out of the common room really quickly. He threw his jacket on and then grabbed Ziva's hand. "To comment on what you said earlier, it's actually only been a few months remember?" He chuckled at her little bit of forgetfulness. "So, where are we going to take our walk?"

Ziva smiled as Pierre came out of the common room. It seemed like forever since he'd left her there in the dungeon corridor. She happily clasped hands with his and began to walk.

She smacked her head with her free hand, "Gah! I keep forgetting that you haven't been here as long as the rest of us." she said hanging her head in shame that she'd forgotten how long Pierre had been there.

"I feel horrible now!" Ziva exclaimed looking up, she rested her head against his shoulder as they walked. She fumbled slightly over a crack on the floor, but regained her balance quickly.

" round the lake?" she asked him looking up at him, though turning back to look in front of her quickly to make sure she didn't trip again.

Pierre watched as Ziva smacked herself in the forehead. "It's all right. Next time don't hit yourself in the head." He really didn't want to see her do that again.

He smiled as she rested her head against his shoulder. He felt her fumble slightly and chuckled to himself.

"Sounds good to me," he said smiling. They were nearing the staircase up to the Entrance Hall now.

"Because they never told me it was good to remember stuff, so when I was told stuff I just forgot it a minute later," Adam said simply, nodding his head, and not thinking about how stupid he sounded. "And thats why I failed my exams." And he was soooo not right. Because he was Adam, and he was always wrong right.

Watching as Tyler kneed the ball higher, Adam caught sight of a Suit of Armour right behind him. "Er, watch out with the height there, Ty...."

Tyler chuckled as Adam gave his reason for forgetting things. "Then we can't blame old age anymore," he said and kicked the ball higher. "We just have to blame your parents from now on," he smirked, still kneeing the ball higher and higher. Ty spaced out a bit, and didn't hear what Adam had told him.

Snapping back into time, Tyler had kneed the ball too high, hitting a suit of armor. The armor fell to pieces of the floor as Tyler back away from it. "You don't suppose they'll know who did it, right?"

"We do, of course we do. 'Cuz I said it, yeah?" Adam said with a grin, still watching Tyler kick the ball. High, very high. And Adam wasn't bothered if they broke anything, but if his ball got punctured, or injured in anyway, whatever did that would have hell to pay. Because he'd have to wait 'till the Summer to get a new one. And Adam couldn't wait that long.

And now the ball was coming down, and Adam dived for it, missing it and leaving his arms outstreched as he watched it fall into the Armour and smah it to peices. He was still for a few moments as the CRASH! echoed in the dungeon, and then heard Tyler. "Nah, they can't, can they?" he muttered, walking slowly along the corridor as the ball rolled away. Edging along the wall, Adam prayed that he wouldn't touch the Armour. Because the school'd go all DNA on him.

"Suuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuure," Tyler chuckled, still looking at the dismembered Suit of Armor that was now on the floor because of him. Did he care? No, not really. Did he care about trouble? Nope. "Uhh, now what?" he asked and leaned on the opposite wall of the corridor. "I doubt they can. But if they do, we were never here," Ty chuckled and nudged his head towards the end of the corridor, to where the ball headed to.