Thalia felt herself being pulled into a hug by someone. She looked to see it was Bella. What a surprise to was to her for sure. "I---it's Jude," she whispered, stopping her crying for a second. "We were fighting," she added, pulling herself out of the girl's arms and wiping more tears off. "Bella, he's just frustrating me so much," she said with anger. She didn't want to take her anger out anymore on people.

She let go of her friend, and looked at her, this was hard in the dark but she tryed. "Thalia, what were you fighting about?" She asked, curioustly, adding "Boy's can be frustration, that's why i haven't got one" She smiled a little, not sure if her friend saw it. She shivered a little in the cold air, pulling her jumper closer, hoping to keep warm.

"He didn't talk to me at all this week," she told her with a sigh. "Then we started arguing over me spending so much time with Parker and Cesar, two of m Slytherin friends, and that they at least say 'hi' to me. He started saying that maybe I should date one of them and I got all angry about that and explained to him that it wouldn't work with either and he hardly listened to a word I had to say. I walked out on him," she explained the story and wondered where her boyfriend was at the minute anyway. She didn't know what do do. Apologize? Break up? She didn't want to break up with him.

Georgie nodded her head, she wasn't sure what to say about it. But she did need to talk to Rex, make sure he knew she wasn't angry at all...

Georgiana bit her lip, she was so out of her element here. He was apparently as well though. That could be good though right? No pressure on either side then, right? She smiled and looked around hearing him say they could move. It was certainly true, didn't exactly scream romantic, and definitely not how she imagined this to play out. She gave a chuckle, "Sure." she replied, then hearing him she looked down and blushed a little, "I'd love too." and looked back up to flash him a smile.

Barry nodded to Georgie quickly turning to face the stairwell before Georgie saw his face! He was going red! Boys should never go red. It did not look good on them. Barry put his hand in Georgie's and started climbing the stairs, slowing down so he wouldn`t hurt Georgies hand. That would be bad. "I`m sorry" he said as he realised he was straining her arm and let go.

ooc: sorry for late reply

Bella sat down next to her friend as she listened to her story, it was pretty bad on her part, "Maybe if you could try talking to him, you know explaining how you feel about him and what's happened" She offered, hoping it would help.

She could tell by the way she told the story that she was really angry at him, but she didn't want to break up with him. Sighing, she thought, young love!

Georgie chuckled, he was going just a little red. It was cute actually. She pretended not to notice to spare him from any embarrassment, and followed along. She bit her lip to keep the wide grin from spreading across her face as Barry took her hand and she followed him along. Hearing him say sorry and let go of her hand she tilted her head to the side. What was he sorry for? She shrugged a little, "It's alright." before stepping into pace with him. Up the stairs they went!

Dylan stumbled from the common room. He had just woken up. And he didn't look good. He didn't feel good either. He had woken up covered in his own blood. He hadn't even bothered to get changed. It was far too much effort. Now where was the nearest toilet. He needed to clean himself up before he at least attempted to make it to the Healer's office.

He used the wall to support himself, as he tried to make it somewhere.

The yo-yo went UP. The yo-yo went DOWN. Kapoor watched as the near ancient trinket did it's thing with the slightest movement of his hand. It was kind of a neat thing really. Pointless, though the toy was, Kapoor still had to hand it to these muggles. They had managed to find such amusing ways of by passing the time without magic.

The twirling little puck tugged and flopped sloppily on the string by which it was being held when Kapoor looked up to a somewhat gruesome sight. A young student covered in blood. Perhaps, there'd been a fight? But students as young as that one appeared to be did not normally engage in duels that could draw that much blood, did they? Unless by accident?

"You there!" His voice boomed and echoed down the corridor with concern. "Are you alright?"

Dylan, still using the wall as a support, was slowly making his way towards the main part of the school. Surely there was someone nearby to help him. He can't be that invisible to not be noticed. Even if it was dark down here. His eyes squinted as he tried to pick out where the booming voice was coming from.

He spotted a portly figure just ahead of him. A person. At last. "Ummm I don't think so," he replied. He didn't look ok. He didn't feel ok. But for all he knew, he could be perfectly fine. He just couldn't remember.

Upon closer inspection Kapoor could see that the boy was actually a bit older than he originally surmised. Still, he could also see that he was quite wounded and not by anything Kapoor immediately recognized.

"Try not to move. I can get you to the Hospital Wing." Kapoor shoved the yo-yo into his pocket, so that only a loop of the string hung out, while he yanked out his wand. Taking aim, he fixed it on the boy and using a levitation charm inclined him slightly back.

But Dylan had to move. He had to walk. To get to the Hospital Wing by himself. He wasn't incompetant. He shook his head at the Professor, "Tis only a flesh wound." Well that was true. He hadn't actually seen what was bleeding. But at a guess, it cut through his flesh. "It's not like I have lost a limb or anything." Had he lost a limb? He quicly glanced down. Nope still had four limbs. Good-o.

He tried to move closer to the Professor. Towards the light. But the Professor already had his wand on him. "Just a scratch Sir. Honest."

Kapoor froze in his actions. "Are you certain you're alright to make it to the Hospital Wing?" He asked the injured student and ceasing the charm. "You seem to be bleeding pretty badly. What happened?"

"It just needs a good clean is all," Dylan muttered. His throat was a bit dry. But that really wasn't the worst of his problems right now. He frowned, "I don't know. I went to bed last night, got in my pyjamas. Then I woke up this morning, covered in blood, with my shirt tied around my chest. I might be dreaming." He was missing his school jumper as well. But that wasn't too much of a loss. He had another.

Dreaming? Right now? That was a provoking concept. One Kapoor could not resist entertaining for a while. Wonderful, though the thought was he had to dismiss it in light of the situation. "Dreaming? No. I think you're very much awake." He made this comment possibly misinterpreting the whole entire meaning of what the boy was saying by maybe he was dreaming ...previously and that is what caused the injuries vs. currently dreaming.

"We should probably see Healer Ashford just to be safe. Whatever caused your injury might've been dirty and could infect you. Healer Ashford will have a potion for that." Not to mention the fact that she could help diagnose whatever might've caused such a mysterious sleep-related injury. "She'll have candy too." He said more to motivate himself than the student. Nurses always had candy, didn't they? They did when he was growing up, which was many moons ago in the early 2000's.

Dylan's eyes widened, "What? I am awake?" He looked down at the shirt wrapped around his torso. "So I really am bleeding?" Oh. That wasn't good news.

"Infect me? With what?" he frowned. He was diseased now. Great. He was awake and diseased. "Candy doesn't appeal to me Sir." Not now that he was diseased and dying. He just wanted it over and done with.

Unaware that he'd confused the boy likely beyond all measure, Kapoor tucked away his wand securely in his robes. "Indeed, you are. Now, do you feel strong enough to make it to the Hospital Wing?"

Rafe tried to keep Marilyn as steady as possible the whole way down. Most people would have been out of breath traveling down seven floors he was approaching the entrance to the Slytherin common room and he would have set her down to walk, which he figured she would prefer at this point. But, he couldn't bring himself to do it. It was perhaps a little selfish wanting to keep her this close for just a little longer, but he couldn't help himself. She wanted to be with him and they would be together. He couldn't be more happy than in this moment.

"So, are you going to tell me what's going on? You know you can tell me anything," he said trying to comfort her. But, it looked as though she was asleep, he didn't know if he should wake her...no, she needed her rest. He leaned against the wall and slowly slid his back down it until he sat. He couldn't help but smile. He lightly brushed her blond hair out of her face. He began to sing a Romanian song, "De acum n-am sa ma mai tem..." (Ooc:You can find it here)

Marilyn's eyes fluttered open. Her head was throbbing and her entire body ached. She tried to speak but her mouth felt like it was filled with gauze. After swallowing several times, she managed a weak "Bad potion..."...although, she wasn't entirely convinced herself that was what caused this.

"Potion? What potion?" Rafe didn't understand why she would take something that would make her feel this way. Maybe he should have gone with his instincts and gone straight to the hospital wing, after all she was sleeping. He did have a bezoar with him in case she got worse. He carried with him everywhere, just in case.

Marilyn blinked a few times, trying to clear her vision. It helped some. She tried to think of things that would make her mouth water...Her throat was parched. She did not want to have to ask Rafe for that, too. Merlin, this was so embarrassing.

"Just...something...im working on." After glancing around the corridor, she realized they were in Slytherin territory. Her throat was still hurting. "Jazz is going...[cough]...to be so mad...at me."

"Here," Rafe said as he took out his wand, he held it to her mouth and said the incantation, "Aguamenti" in his mind, a little bit of water trickled in her mouth. He hoped this made it easier for her to talk. Saying spells in his mind where getting easier and easier.

"And what was this potion supposed to do?" And why did this happen right after their conversation they had, he thought.

Marilyn's eyes fluttered gratefully as Rafe poured a bit of water in her mouth. He knew her so well. She coughed a few more time and realized her throat indeed, was much better. She looked up at Rafe and smiled, even though her body was still in a lot of pain. "Thank you...for always knowing what...I need." Merlin, she loved him...What was I saying?....

She sighed. "Right before I ran into you earlier, I...was working with this potion...[cough] Jazz and I collaborated on. It's harmless, really...Simple appearance altering. Nothing...too severe..."

Yea, like Rafe's going to believe that. Look at what you're going through.

Taking a deep breath, Marilyn continued. "The side effects were worse than I...[cough] originally thought they would...be."

Jasper was really going to tear into her about personally testing these potions. Maybe she just wouldn't tell him? No, he'd need to know. What a mess...

"Polyjuice potion maybe? You know how complicated that potion is, one stir the wrong way or one pinch more of an ingredient and it ruins the whole thing! Why would you want to change your appearance? You're already so beautiful," he said as he tucked a strand of her hair behind her ear and rested his hand on her smooth cheek. Then he remembered her saying that someone was taking pictures of them...maybe they were still out there.

But, if Marilyn made Polyjuice, she would have changed right away, something must have gone terribly wrong... "I have a bezoar, do you think it would help?" He put his wand away and pulled out the bezoar. "I can see you're in pain, I'm so sorry. I really wish you would have come to me sooner, if you needed to change the way you looked I have polyjuice leftover from the summer and well...changing the way your look is something one of the guys taught me over the summer a few things..." he took out his wand once more and mumbled something over his breath as he casted a spell over Marilyn's hair and it transformed. She was now a brunette. "It's not permanent, and well...I prefer blondes, but it's a start if you want to change and look a little different?"

He wouldn't be surprised if she slapped him right there. He knew how precious her hair was. But, he did say it wasn't permanent. "Does this potion have something to do with getting away from your father?"

Marilyn gave Rafe a hurt look, slightly offended. "Not Polyjuice...I know how to make a standard Polyjuice potion..." She reached for his hand, unthinking, and grasped it firmly in her own. The simple skin contact somehow eased the pain. He admitted to having a bezoar stone with him, and it caused Marilyn to smirk. Evelyn and Destiny could tell anyone about her bezoar stone collection. Whenever Professor Kazi had poisoned them last year during potions, they had became a necessity. "I usually keep one on me, too...but I have something that will work better...its tucked in my right boot."

When she'd began working on this particular potion, she started carrying a fair amount of murtlap essence at all times. It always soothed the effects of snake venom...which was a key ingredient in this concoction. This was the worst attack she'd had, though. She'd told her stubborn brother that it needed three jabberknoll feathers instead of one.

While Rafe fussed over her hair, the once blonde frowned. "This potion isn't for me...Although, I had planned on using it..." She bit her lip, deciding to tell him even though they were out in the open...Closing the space between her lips and Rafe's ear, she whispered, "It's for...Jasper. He's going to...break into my old home...but he can't do it as..himself...and he might need to stay longer than an..hour. So, were working on something that will allow him..to stay a certain way for days at a time. He's going..fully undercover, if you will...Facial features and his build will need to be...different. And while Polyjuice would be ideal..my father gives...something to his employees...that kills the effects of...any deceptive potions." She tried not to think about the fact that she was so close to him. Merlin, she wanted to kiss him.

Still close to him, she fingered her "new hair"..."How do I look as a brunette, by the way?" Being upset about her hair wasn't an option. It'd change back...and she couldn't really be mad with Rafe, anyway.