Great. Now Finn wasn't quite so easy to read. Bradin was screwed. He needed to be able to read what she was thinking. He shifted forward and stared into her hazel eyes. "You either don't believe me or you're shocked at how amazing she really is, or you're questioning the way I just described her" he replied. Now he could read her. He thought anyway.

Finn smirked, not at all unnerved by how close he was standing right now; trying to read her... Gotcha. Bradin was like her - he liked to - no - needed to know what the person they were talking to was thinking. It was an irrational nessecity. She also took a short step forward, Bradin's eyes just as hazel as her own. "You think too much." she said, with a grin, poking the tip of his nose.

Bradin twitched as Finn poked his nose. "How do I think too much. Wait, we can read each other" he replied. He did have a tendency of thinking WAY too much.

Finn shrugged, "You just do." She grinned. "You're like me!" She tapped her chin, "The need to reeeeaaaad." She laughed, and reached out to gently trace the line of his cheek bone with her forefinger. Such face touching was perfectly normal in the no-need-for-personal-space issue the redhead had. She was always doing that, though. Scarying people off because she always got to close. She couldn't help it, though. It was that irrational fear of being completely alone that haunted her. She kept needing to check that they were still there. That they hadn't left her...

Bradin smiled an irrisistbaly cute smile, as Finn traced her finger across his cheek line. No one ever did that. Like ever. It was weird. "If you can't read someone then what's the point in knowing them at all" he replied still smiling before funning his fingers through Finn's wavy red hair. Soft. Duh. What did he expect? "You're really pretty" he suddenly said. No. Don't do that. Step back. O scratch that. He couldn't bring himself to stop what he was doing. He'd quite possibly fallen in......love......with.....Finn. No......Bad Bradin. Leave it. Again......he couldn't stop himself.

"But it's not always accqurate..."Finn smiled, keeping her eyes fixed on her fingers as they intricately traced his jawline, catching him smiling out of the corner of her eye. Smiling, a really beautiful smile... It was odd - he hadn't pushed her away, told her to stop, told her that she was being weird and should just leave him alone. Then again, this was Bradin. He wasn't exactly normal - haha, normal - the thought caused a small laugh to escape from her throat.

Her stare flicked instantly back to his face as he touched her hair, her hand now hovering hesitantly above the lower half of his cheek bone. His sudden gesture had caught her off guard and she merely stared at him, her expression unreadable... before she took a sudden step back and, instead, an amused grin fell across her porcelain face. "You think to much." she said again, letting her hand fall. But she couldn't stop the smallest and sincereist of smiles from reaching her eyes.

Little flashes of emotion...A gateway into that person's soul...Waiting for the hearts of those that acquire it...

Bradin's smile faded as Finn's face became expressionless and unreadable. Now he couldn't read her. He just thought she was thinking he was a total dufus or something. He was. That came out so horribly wrong it was unbelievable. "Sorry" he said allowing his hand to drop to his side and step back. Now he was unreadable. He only felt stupidity and anger. He's just made a total fool of himself and for what, her to fall silent. But she did have an amused smile on her porcelin face as if finding it funny that he would think such a thing. He'd fallen in love with Finn. How was it possible to fall in love whilst already in love. "You hate me" he said trying to read Finn's expression.

She smiled at him, "I don't hate you." How he could think that she hated him was absurd. She'd met him this very day, and she'd...well... He was Bradin. He was mad, crazy, slightly-messed-up Bradin. And he'd told her she was pretty. No one had ever told her she was pretty before... Well, except her cat. N'aww, Mess. Her big, black cat of fluff and fatness.

Her wandering gaze fell back to Bradin, and she felt the urge to reach out to him again. He looked so ashamed of himself... But, why? She tilted her head to the side slightly, her brow furrowed, a small smile on her face. She leant forwards, peering deeper into his gaze. "You're unreadable." She grinned. Now that she thought about it, he was rather pretty too.

Bradin moved back a little more. His expression still unreadable. "So are you. I need to know what you're thinking. If you don't hate me then what are you feeling?" he replied with no emotion falling on his features. Then he faze stood still on his. He stepped forward again. Man she was pretty but he'd already said that and look where it'd got them.

Finn smiled at him and shook her head, looking down at the floor space between them. "And here's me thinking the only place where my thoughts were safe was inside my head..." she said, speaking to her feet.

"What I'm thinking?" She flicked her gaze back to his face. "I'm thinking about polar bears, and aliens, and how the moon always seems to outshine the brightest star...I'm thinking about clouds that dance in red-splattered skies, and how even the saddest of people can find something to laugh about..." Finn looked at him, stared at him. She reached out and placed a gentle hand on his shoulder. "And how someone's eyes can always light up when they smile."

Bradin looked at the floor and the space between them. Epic. Then he felt Finn's hand on his shoulder. He smiled slightly. Then his gaze met hers again, but he was still expressionless and......unreadable. "So you're not hating what I just said, and not thinking I'm a total idiot" he replied trying to get to grips with what she was saying.

Finn laughed and shook her head. "I'm not hating what you just said, and I definitely don't think you're a total idiot." She was aching for him to smile. Not necasserily for him to start acting all hyper again, she just wanted a splash of happiness (or any emotion) to settle on his features.

The redhead smiled at him, using the hand she already had on his arm to pull the Slytherin into a hug. "Smile." she muttered into his shoulder, wrapping her arms around his neck. Just, smile...

So this was Bradin - a boy she'd only met mere hours ago. And she already considered him her best friend.

Bradin's eyes lit up as Finn hugged him and he instantly smiled. But he didn't hug her back. He still had no emotion on his features, and he was still unreadable. Just smiling for Finn's sake. "Ok lets just go back to where we started off when I was hyped up" he suggested. He hated the whole idea of not having any emotion and Finn trying to make him show some wort of emotion.

The redhead drew back, slightly disheartened at his response. It was like when they'd first met - the boy holding his stomach in pain had been sad, and so Finn had been sad. And now she felt sad again, because he...well...he was currently emotionless. She felt a shift of fury in her gutt; she was angry at him because he'd gone all moody on her for no reason. An she didn't like it. Biting her bottom lip and frowning, Finn stared at him intently, searching for any sign of something...

"Well maybe, considering you're acting like a donkey with three legs standing in the rain, we should be planning our infiltration of the Restricted Section? But, maybe properly this time." She raised her eyebrows at him, a grin settling on her features. "Or are you too moody right about now?"

Ok so now Bradin's expression was readable. That was the Bradin Finn met, after the pain, in the corridor an hour ago. "I'm not moody, I just came out with the wrong thing and made myself mad with myself" he replied. That didn't even make sense but he knew what he was saying. "Did that make any sense at all to you? It didn't to me" he giggled. He always had confused his wording. Well......He wouldn't be Bradin if he didn't. O well, he was happy now. O well, back to planning. "Anyway, hmmmm. Ok so I could ask a couple of my friends to stand guard for us. But two of them are friends but don't know the third" he explained referring to Maddie, Selena and Diggy. Would they do it though? He thought Diggy might but if Maddie and Selena would was a different story. His face suddenly fell into deep ponderment. Who else did he know that would do it? Violet! Wait.....WHAT?!?!?!?!?! No way hozay. Not going into that one. He shuddered at the thought and shook it off.

Not moody? Pfft. She grinned at him - he was moody, no doubt about it. Happy one minute, grumpy the next, and now, it seemed, he was happy again. YAY. HAPPY DAYS. At that point, Finn did a little inward happy dance.

She laughed, "I think it made sense." she said, desparately trying to make it sound right inside her head. To no avail, of course - her interest in such things never exactly lasted that long. Soon enough she'd moved on to thinking about that three legged donkey...Oh, and bananas! Hee!

Finn smiled it him eagerly. "Sounds good! Would they do it?" N'aww. Other peoples she could totally weird out! YAY...AGAIN.

Bradin sat in deep ponderment. "It depends. Diggy might do it but Selena and Maddie might not. I can try to get them to do it but it'll take some convincing. But Maddie'll do it if she knows it'll help Justin too" he explained. O yes. Maddie would do anything to stop Justin's pain, even if she had to risk getting in trouble for it.

Finn nodded, pondering too. Bradin was pondering. They were both pondering in their little bubbles of ponderment. Yay for ponderingness! She was mainly pondering about who in Merlin's name were Diggy, Selena and Maddie? Oh well, if they helped her and Bradin out, then she might, in fact, gain three more friends in the process. Happy days!

"Got any idea when this shenanigan's going down?" she asked, looking up at him from beneath her scarlet fringe.

"It'll go down as soon as I can find someone to stand guard for us" replied Bradin. He needed the book soonish. He had to find the curse and get a counter curse. If he didn't then what was the point in it all.

"Okies." Finn smiled at him, her expression reassuring. She'd help him find that book, no matter what. She was stuck to him now, and she wasn't gonna let him go. Poor Bradin - he hadn't done anything wrong, but had now ended up with a crazy lunatic following him around like a puppy. Woo! Go Puppy!Finn! *facepalm*

Bradin twitched his nose as if in thought. "Ok so just how exactly do we plan on getting the book with not a lot of time. These people may be sneaky but they won't manage to distract that professor for very long so we'll need to work fast" he said. Hmm. That brought the idea of stupifying him to mind. No. That was out of the question unless they were trying to get......EXPELLED. *que Darth Vader theme*

Having just left the Muggle studies classroom, Eli scurried down the corridor, his head down as he headed toward the stairs. He wanted to get back to the Ravenclaw common room as soon as possible; those Slytherins were scary, and that had been a close call.

Running out of the Muggle Studies classroom with the saw in one had and her wand in the other she seen the purple haired thief heading towards the stairs.

Oh no he's not, he is NOT getting away from us now.

Pointing her wand at his feet she cast a trip jinx right at them. "Hey purple, hope you have a nice trip." 'Because when we catch up to you things aren't going to be so pretty'.

They would drag him kicking and screaming back to the room if they had to... and if he fought too much they could always use their new weapons on him.

Bwahahahaha!

Running after Marie, hammer in hand, Evelyn skidded to a halt almost as soon as she left the Muggle Studies classroom. Eesh. Marie definitely didn't get far..

And neither the little kid by the looks of it. Three on one. There was no way he was able to get away. Haha! Just the thought made her feel slightly better, but not by much, if not, barely anything at all.

Hmm, purple. What was up with his hair anyways? Jogging up to stand next to Marie, she continued to stare at the guy's hair. Really. Purple?

Sweet Merlin!

Not even getting very far, Destiny was already out of breath. This marshmallow roasters sure do weigh one down, and make it harder to run with. Okay, so she was just out of shape and all, but she was going to use the tools in her hand as an excuse.

They were on the heavy side.

Catching up with Marie and Evelyn, she held out both screwdriver thingamabobs, "Can I just throw these at him?"

Maybe hit him in the head?