Avery Isabella Grace walked over to the secret passage. Her hazel eyes wandered for a familiar face or at least someone she could become friends with. She didn't have many friends. Most people didn't talk to her after she told them her parents died when she was young. There was no one around. She was the only one their apparantly. Avery ran her finger along the stone wall near the passage way, tracing odd patterns.

Her skin was ivory and her eyes were hazel. She wore smokey eye shadow and her lips were ruby red. In her mouth she wore fake vampire fangs that you stuck to your canines. She didn't know why she wore them, she just liked to. Avery's hair was pitch black with a few extentions. She had a petite and elegant frame and she was around 5 feet tall. A bit short for a sixteen year old girl.

"I give up!" sitting like what muggles called Indian style Allison scowled. "Then there's that singing, then there's Arya saying there were scary weird monsters from The Lord of the Rings up and around. But they are fictional ya know! Although...muggles tell their kids wizards and witches are fictional. You never know..."

Giggling Arya ran to catch up with Allison, pulling Sabel who was pulling Ivory behind her. She still didn't know where they were, and began to wonder who was singing."Hey that song sound so familiar..." Not looking where she was going, yet again, she ran into Allison who was still going on about Lord of The Rings.

Well, it was suffice enough to say that they should have all known it was coming. No one should put a sudden stop in front of Sabel; a sudden stop like Arya running into Allison. Although the collision was as big and bright as a stop sign, it didn't help. Digging his heels in he tried to skid to a stop only to find that, after one foot caught on the back of the other, there was also a wet patch of moss on the ground below him. The stop sign vanished in all sense of the word as he slipped back to that 45 degree angle he was beginning to get to know soo well, and crashed into Arya and Allison's legs.

Luckily, he had remembered to let go of Ivory's hand. Hopefully the stop sign would work for her.

Being trampled by Arya and Sabel Allison let out a very loud ear-piercing shriek. What many didn't know and were about to discover is Allison was a big baby when it came to boo-boos. Usually her mother always solved it with candy, chocolates, or lots of love. However the odds of Ivory, Sabel, or Arya carrying lots of chocolate, a special candy, or were comfortable with giving Allison lots of love...were small.

Being unable to breath, and very sure she was going to get a big bump on the back of her head, Allison began to hiccup tears.
"Ow ow ow ow ow ow owww."

As she was tugged forward to only Merlin knew where, she heard Allison up ahead still muttering about the Lord of the Rings monsters and then Arya's voice mingling in with a strange distant singing voice. Inadvertently, she cocked her head to the side trying to place the voice. It was at this point in time, that everything slowed down. Like a stop motion reel she saw her friends crash into each other and collide like muggle dominoes. Being of short stature, crashing into another crash has a similar effect.
Ivory's mind whirled with scenarios. She could've stomped down hard at the last minute. She could've gained some sense of stability just for a second to fall backwards instead of forward in the jumble of arms and legs. She could've even levitated..well maybe not that last one. But she could've, should've done something besides fall, all elbows and knees over every single one of her new friends...which is exactlywhat she did.

For a moment Arya had forgot that Sabel was behind her when she ran into Allison, though she still had his hand. She was soon reminded when he ran into her causing her to fall on Allison. She put her hands out on either side of Allison to catch herself, but all that did was bring pain to her right wrist.

Laying on top of Allison she was about to inspect her injured wrist when she heard Allison crying. But before she could get up she felt Ivory fall on top of the pile they had created. Moaning with her eyes closed she tried her best not to move her wrist. "Is every one okay...Allison are you alright?" She wished she could get up.

Dizzy, Sabel opened his eyes, blinking slowly through the fuzzy film that seemed to encompass his vision. He could feel his head throbbing with what sounded like a dozen thudding feet racing towards them. Rolling his head to the side he blinked again, greeted only by the dark passageway of the corridor. His eyes rolled to the otherside, and squinting he could see the faint outline of Allison and Arya. Those weren't footsteps; Allison was crying.

"Hey guys..." Whoaa...the room seemed to vibrate as he spoke, fuzzy becoming fuzzier. Well that was kinda cool. "Everyone alright? Accounted for? Allison, you okay?"

He tried to move but couldn't get up, something weighing down his chest. "Ivory...that you?"

Pain. Much pain.

Although she had to admit the odds of her having the worst of it, were slim compared to the one under the pile. A total of three people had broken her fall. She uttered a small yes as Sabel questioned her identity. Somehow the whole situation seemed funny, who else would it be.
Suddenly, a small gasp that sounded more like a wheeze escaped her lips as she imagined little Allison. Oh no!
Scrambling to her feet, she ignored the pain in her side and stood up to the sound of Allison crying in pain, and she didn't seem the only who was hurt. Arya seemed to be nursing her wrist slightly, as Sabel glanced around looking for all the world like a cross eyed mime as he felt his way around his fuzzy vision.
Ivory cursed Murphy's Law as she contemplated the situation.
First things first, kneeling down in front of Allison she carefully wrapped her arms around her trying to comfort as much as she could

One by one Allison felt the weight life off her, but that my friends...made no difference.

Sniffle one. Sniffle two. Wait for it. Sniffle three. Sniffle four. No really...wait. Sniffle five. Sniffle six. Sniffle seven. Annnd...Sniffle eig--

"WAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" x a billion and two. Allison's crying was unending, if the person singing could hear anything apart from their singing it would probably be Allison's screams. If anyone around her could hear anything it would be a miracle, because her screaming could probably break windows.

Crying a river Allison latched onto Ivory and stopped crying so she could begin sobbing. Her rambling had kept her so entertained that she had never seen Arya falling. Nor had she imagined that behind Arya would be Sabel and Ivory. And because she hadn't seen anything coming it had not only been painful for Allison, but scary as well. Feeling for the bump on her head, Allison glared at the perpetrator.

"1 billion points from Gryffindor!" Allison hiccuped. Had she really had the power she'd take points from Ivory as well, she had worsen the fall after all. Then again she'd forgive Ivory because she was a Ravenclaw...and Arya had no fault--she had it coming just as much as she did.

It didn't take bionic ears to hear shrieking as one passed this way. Raiden, on his way to the common room, paused. He was tired. He wanted to go to bed, despite the earliness of the time. But there was shrieking.

"What's going on?" he called, approaching the group slowly. It was... Oh. There was a girl laying on someo- Sabel? "Uhhhh."

Well that just... wasn't kosher. And why was the other girl crying? Raiden drew a bit nearer to her. Yeaaaah, she was definitely... the one who had shrieked. Squatting down in front of her, he gave the hugging girl a little nudge, trying to see the kid's face through the arms and body.

New person? He didn't know this one. SO MANY NEW PEOPLE.

"What hap-"

...his hands snaked up to cover his ears. LOUD. LOOOOOOOUD. HOLY MERLIN LOUD.

"Calm down," he said, rather more authoritatively than he'd meant to. "What happened?"

Arya wanted to yank her ears off when Allison started to cry into her ears. Trying to lift up she found that was immpossible one becuase Sabel was still on top of her and two because her wrist ached to no end. When she put it infront of her face she could see it was begining to swell. This is not good... Fighting back the tears in her eyes she tried once again to get up. "Sabel get off! I can't get up!"

Ignoring her throbing head she tired to think of something, anything to say to get Allison to stop crying. "Allison...its okay! I don't think your bleeding...where are you hurt?"She started to feel extremly bad, blaming all of this on herself. If only I had been looking at where I was goin none of this would have happened. She could feel the tears wining the battle as one slowly made it way down her cheek.

"1 billion points..." Sabel repeated rather distantly after flinching hard at Allison's screaming. Then he blinked, and slowly sat up, his head throbbing mightly fine. Reaching up he put a hand to it, but found that did him no good.

Then he heard Arya yelling at him to move and so somewho, he managed to shift his weight off and to the side, resting up on one elbow.

His eyes flicked over to Allison. If she was docking points she must be at least alright. If he had felt like contorting his face and worsening the pain, he would have frowned, but it didn't seem worth it. "Forgive me for the physics of momentum and a sudden stop." He pointed between his feet to the evil patch of moss. "And...that."

His tone faded at the sharp pang of guilt that seared through him. He had been the one that knocked them all over. His voice fell quiet. "I'm really, really sorry guys..."

The world was spinning a little too much for his liking, so he flopped back down on his back, putting one hand over his eyes and the other on Arya's arm, voice barely there. There were tears...oh dear Merlin... "Hey, ou okay....?"

He trailed off as he watched a fuzzy person come over and squat next to Ivory. He wondered if he knew the voice, but he didn't bother debating it.

Ivory smiled as she held the sobbing Allison. She reminded her of her little siblings when one of them fell and got a "booboo." And if she knew her stuff, which at least in this instance she did there was one thing that would make her feel better.
Slipping a hand deep into her robe pockets she rummaged around. Now if memory served her correctly these were the robes she had worn the night the Hogwarts express had rolled in and she had made a few purchases that she hadn't gotten around to devouring. Enclosing the chocolate frog in her hand she covertly passed it along to Sabel. Mouthing the words, "Give this to her and say I'm sorry."

"There, there, you'll be okay. It's all over now." She repeated. "I'm so sorry, it was all our fault for not paying attention, you poor thing lying there at the bottom of the pile while us clutzes made a mess of thing. You take all the points you want." Ivory glanced meaningfully at Sabel as she patted her back, not sure if he actually had seen her.

Looking up, she gave the new guy a curt nod and tried to say something in her most maternal voice. "Now is not the time for pleasantries, but you seem like a competant guy. Can you please conjure up some ice for her head and for Arya's wrist." She gave a quick jerk of her head to Arya who seemed to be on the verge of tears. "And maybe do something about..." she trailed off as she saw Sabel lay back on the floor.

Rolling off of Allison, she looked up to see Sabel looking down on her with a worried expression. She heard someone else in the passage way but the pain from her head and wrist was becoming to much for her.

She gave a half hearted smile to Sabel, her eyes still full of tears that were again winning the battle. "I think so...its just my wrist and head hurt. *snifle* Are you okay?"Allison still hadn't stoped crying which made her feel even worse. She wished they had never cam down here. She gently heald her wrist with her other hand, wondering if some ice would help the swelling go down. And a good nights rest would definatly get rid of the headache.

...Oh boy. Injuries all around? For just falling? Kids were amazing these days. Drawing out his wand, he leaned away from the crying girl a bit and looked over the group. Hufflepuff... That one was a Ravenclaw, as was the crying one... and Sabel. He only knew Sabel, so...

Well apparently the Hufflepuff needed an ice pack. He could do that. With a little flick, he conjured up one, and beckoned the girl closer.

"Which wrist, now? Do you want me to wrap it up and stuff? It's probably just a bit sore from... whatever you guys just did." He looked at Sabel, who... was just lying there. "...Sabel?"

He just decided to lie there. He could hear people talking and shoving something into his hand, but right now, he just wanted to lie there. He heard Arya say she was okay, besides her wrist and head, and that Ivory wanted him to give Allison something that she shoved into his hand.

Keeping his eyes closed he just handed it back the way it had come. He had already said he was sorry. He didn't know if it was pride that kept him from doing it again, or just a really sore head, or a combination of both.

He heard his name and muttered an 'I'm fine' in response. Why did that voice sound so familiar?

Ivory's mind raced. Now what was that spell the one to fix broken bones. "Try Episkey? I'm not sure I'm saying it correctly but I heard my Dad use it on my little brother's broken ankle once so it might work for her wrist, and maybe Ferula to bind it."

For once she was grateful for paying attention when her father had rambled about his work as a healer at St. Mungo's.

Slowly releasing the now only whimpering Allison, she handed her one of the ice packs the nice guy had conjured and handed the chocolate frog now in her hand again to Allison as she moved towards Sabel. He didn't seem all that well.

He seemed to have mumbled what sounded like 'I'm fine' but could've been 'I'm dying' so she wasnt too sure.

Crawling over to him since standing seemed like a chore thanks to the dull ache in her side, she prodded his face with one slim finger.

"Sabel...?

Arya looked up to Ivory with fear, Broken!? There was no way that anyone was gonna touch her wrist. She hated anything that had to do with healing someone, always sloving her problems with ice and sleep. There was no way she was gonna let the fix her arm.

Glancing at the new boy infront of her she gladly accepted the icepack. "Thanks...I don't think it's that bad..." She winced as she placed the ice pack on her wrist, tears now flowing freely. Having never broken a bone she didn't know if it was broken or not, just that the pain was becoming unbearable.

She looked over to Allison who was in just as much pain as she was. Her best friend was in her own little world of agony. She wanted to go over and help her, but moving from her current position just didn't seem wise.

Turning the gaze to Sabel she was worried that he was injured more than any of them. She cleared her throat and took a deep breath, "Sabel...you okay?"She knew that she had asked him before but his awnsers just wern't aceptible to her.

Allison had heard the boy come, but felt the need to ignore him. After all he hadn't been kind he had been mean and mature and old. She could deal with mean and mature...but old? Nope.

"Head-- bump-- Sabel-- looks bad--big wrist Arya-- gimme chocolate!" Grabbing the candy, Allison opened it only to see the rebellious frog use its only jump and escape. Trying to run after it Allison gave a large groan and dizzily sat back.

Giving a series of sniffles Allison closed her eyes and decided to be a big girl, "I want my muuuuuuuuum!" Okay, she didn't decide to be a big girl, but a big baby. However the tantrums ended a different way, with the sight of Arya on the border of tears herself, Allison took out her wand and in front of Arya said, "Papilio!"

That moment, a swarm of at least 20 mid-night butterflies flew in front of Arya. The one thing Allison knew to make her bestest friend happy was bring out any sort of animal to Arya, and to Allison this was a very special one, simply because it was conjured for Arya's happiness with good feelings in mind.

Giving a foolish watery grin to Arya, Allison cheered herself up and finally looked over at Sabel and rolled her eyes, "Enough of being weak. Get up brother of mine, no need to be a baby." Obviously Allison hadn't noticed who had said that sentence.

"Here, let me see it?" Raiden mumbled, taking her arm gently. A few carefully placed pokes confirmed that it definitely wasn't broken. Casting a glance at the Ravenclaw girl, he snorted and tapped the Hufflepuff's wrist with his wand. "I know how to mend broken bones, and I know how to conjure bandages. I play Quidditch, and I've grown up around magical medicine."

He turned his attention back to the Hufflepuff girl; the bandages stopped, and the ends tucked themselves neatly under the last bit of the wrapping, securing it. Setting the ice pack back where she'd had it, he gave her a little nod.

"Leave it on there, and don't fiddle with the bandages. You probably just jarred it a bit, it's fine, really." Now... Sabel was just laying there. Errr. He made a gesture, indicating that the Hufflepuff should stay right there, and moved toward Sabel. Nudge. "Budge up, let me see him."

Stare.

"Sabel, if you're fine, then will you sit up please? You'll look rather silly if you're fine and all splayed out on the floor."

The little one was wailing again. Hopefully that meant that the head bump wasn't that bad.

Wow. One too many people asking him if he was okay. Between them and Allison's wailing he was really starting to develop a headache. He didn't appreciate headaches. Waving his hand a little he tried to shoo them off, muttering. "I'm fine...I just need a minute."

He didn't feel one hundred precent fine, but more like he was flying at a dizzying height. Which of course didn't make any sense because he was lying on his back. And then Allison quieted and chewed him out; she must have been fine then, but he wasn't particularly inclined to answer her at the moment. He just wanted to lie there and wait till his head stopped spinning, or ringing, or whatever it was doing.

And then his hand connected with someone's face and he bolted up straight. It wasn't a good idea as everything turned blurry and moved up and down and sideways and backwards, but he honestly didn't want to be accussed of hurting people a second time. "I'm really....Raiden...?"

He blinked at the other boy, narrowing his eyes to try and make out the finer features. Yup. That was Raiden. Putting a hand to his head he gave the boy the best apologetic look he could manage while closing his eyes to block out the moving scenery. "Sorry man."

Arya was hesitant to give her wrist to the boy, but she didn't wanna have to go see the healer. She let out a small squeal when he started to feel her wrist, fighting the urge to pull her wrist back into the safety of her other hand.

She watched in amazement as the boy wrapped her wrist with his wand, placing her hand back on the ice pack when he replaced it. She smiled gratefully through her tears that were begining to stop. "Thanks, I won't move it."

Looking around her she was suddenly surrounded by beautiful blue butterflys and a small smile crept on her face. She looked over to Allison who seem to feel a little better. Atleast the crying had stoped.

Turning her head towards Sabel she watched as the older boy got him up. They seemed to know eash other, Sabel calling the boy Raiden. She liked Raiden and was gonna remember to meet him again on better terms.

OH.

It was a good thing that hand wasn't moving faster. Raiden flinched away from it slightly as it connected with his face, but... heh. Well it wasn't really moving fast enough to hurt, was it. Just a dull, slight sting from the unexpected connection.

"Slapping prefects is not a good idea, you know," he mused aloud, grabbing Sabel's shoulder when the boy sat straight up. And then... held his head. Which meant he'd probably fallen and smacked it off the stone floor.

Hogwarts really should have thought about putting in carpeting. Thick, plush carpeting.

"Mmhmm. You're alright. Probably just rattled yourself when you fell down." Well, he didn't know that for sure, but honestly, it couldn't be much worse than a headache or something, right? He could run up to the Hospital Wing, get something to relieve it, and he'd be right as rain. Yup. "Can't be as bad as taking a bludger or a beater's bat to the head, can it now?"

Probably could be, but he didn't have that far to fall, did he? It would really take effort and force to get a concussion from just falling down here.