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Brant ran into the Prefects bathroom, to hide from alot of the Gryffindor Students. "This term is way crazier then last term. More of these students are really pushy" he thought to himself. Washing his face with hot water, his eyes were still closed as he tried to reach for a towel.

Moving his hand along the wall, he found something that seemed Soft so once he knew it was deffently a towel and not a cat or something, he started to rub his face. getting it dry.

Bits of his hair was still wet when he looked into the mirror. Looking behind him was his Chair, Brant called it his chair because it was the only one he has ever sat on, the whole last term. He made his way over to his chair and sat down. Sitting side ways on the chair he flopped his legs over one side and rested his head on the back.

"Ahhhh, this is more like it" he thought while almost falling asleep.

Ok why did the Prefects' Bathroom have to be all the way up on the fifth floor?! Especially when he refused to use the other bathrooms and suddenly realized he had to go when he was down on the grounds!!

After running up the stairs whilst cursing the founders in his head for their poor restroom placement, he bounded through the portrait door and straught into the closest stall.

After he was free of the going sensation, Chris exited the bathroom stall and headed to the sink to wash his hands. After running his hands under the warm water and soap. Chris began to dry his hands on the fluffy, white towels when he noticed another person was in there. Wow that was embarressing.

Pink began to spread up the Head Boy's hugh cheek bones as he realized he must have looked like a fool rushing into the bathroom like that. "Hey Brant...how-w-w are you?" he asked scrathing the back of his head.

Brant was almost fully asleep when he heard someone call his name, and saying something on how he was.

He stirred and mummbled out some words that sounded like "Mom...... I dont want any toast with my breakfast." he said while turning his body towards the noise of what was happening. noticing he wasn't at home in his bed. He saw Chris.

Chris's face was red. What did Brant miss. "Oh, hey Chris. I must have dozed off for a bit." he said while yawning.


"I've just been soo tired latey, it feels like i've been running around the school everywhere. Trying to avoid the young Gryffindor students. So much badgering about Quidditch stuff. I just can't wait for the try-outs to be over you know. so My team can start to train." he said while now sitting up in "his" chair.

Chris had been waiting for some type of impression of a bathroom-dancing Head Boy or something to the effect of that, but was relieved to see that Brant had missed the whole thing. The pinkish hue left his face and he calmed down a bit leaning against the marbe sink. He was Mr. Cool again. "Oh it was nothing, I just...rushed up here because my hands got dirty down on the Grounds." he shrugged, for it was no big deal. *nervous twitch*

When Brant mentioned being tired he did notice the bags under the Gryffindor's eyes. "Man you should get some rest, or visit the Nurse for some pepper-up potion to keep you in working order." he offered walking closer to Brant. "I can imagine the hype. Us Prefects get it some, but mostly about classes and general things, never about Quidditch." he chuckled.

"Yea I totally need to sleep and I just posted the Quidditch try outs. and the times and the dates. and Its so huge." he said shaking his head. "Thats why I ran up here, when we are in the dorm the boys can still bug me. but when im here... No one."

"This place is totally awesome, they should put beds in here for naps" he thought.

"Oh, I left a copy of it on your bed, so you wouldn't have to squish the first years trying to find their names." he said while Yawning and streching out his limbs.

Chris nodded at the Gryffindor captain. "Well maybe after this I wll walk yu back to the Common Room so you can nap some, and you don't pass out somewhere up there." He then thought about what he said next about the younger students. "And I will make sure the younger ones will leave you alone, they should now that you posted the try-out dates and such." he nodded and began to pat his knee.

Chris then grinned brightly when he was told that he had his own copy of the schedule on his bed. "Brant have I ever told you how awesome you are?" he asked the guy with a bright smile. To be honest the Head Boy didn;t really have time to walk all the way down to the Qudditch Pitch to check the sheet and he didnt want to have to push through to the announcement board either. This way was just better. "Thanks Brant."

"your welcome Chris, I know your just as busy as I am. It gets really crazy sometimes." he said smiling at his best friend.

"That would be awesome if you chould asscorte me to the common room, ahahahah its like I have my own "Head boy" Body Guard." he said while laughing.

"Oh, I could do for some food before this nap"

"you wanna go grab something to eat, I feel like I haven't eaten in days!" he said while nodding to Chris.

"I think I need to have something written on my hand to remind me to eat. it just so crazy that I just dont eat!." he said while standing up. going back over to the sink and letting it fill up. Then once it was full he dunked his whole head in the sink.

Coming back up for air Brant said. "Ahhhh. so refreshing" while laughing.

Chris had begun to space out for a second, looking at all the tiles on the floor and watching the light refect off of them when he heard Brant agree with him walking the captain to the Dorms; but first some grub. "That's a great idea Brant, I'm starving too." He didn't know why but ever since he had returned to the castle he was always hungry! "Random question Brant.." the Head Boy said as he reached forward to grab the oter boy's hand to lift him out of the chair. "Do you think the House Elves put things in the food to make us want it all the time?" he asked laughing.

As he walked over to the door, Brant headed to a sink and plunged his head into the bowl of water. He then thought he was going to go like THAT?! Not with Chris he wasn't. "Um Brant you look a little crazy a wet like that. Here.." he said tossing him a towel with a grin on his face. "Dry up crazy man."

Brant laughed at what Chris said, while pulling out his wand he started to dry himself off.

"There, you happy now!" he said while holding the door open for Chris.

"Lets go get some Chow!".

It was weird coming in here.

This was where things had happened. Things that Cela had felt happen. She'd been certifiably loopy during most of that battle thing, thanks to some unpleasant curses and several weeks of being kidnapped and all. And of course that meant she hadn't been able to control her abilities.

She walked into the bathroom and looked around. It'd been fixed but there were definitely signs if you knew where to look for them. For Cela it was like remember a dream that was fading. She went over to the cubicles, found a strange notch in the wall that looked like it had been made from an arrow head and brushed her fingers over it lightly, frowning absently. She then stepped over to the sinks, which were intact now, and the mirror had been replaced but she had the distinct psuedo-memory of fractured reflections and shattered glass.

She looked up and saw where the wall and the roof had come down. Another slow look around revealed not everything was alright. There was a big and obvious dent in one of the pipes running around the wall, though she wasn't sure what that might have been from. It was too high for her to reach so she just tipped her head back and stared at it thoughtfully, trying to puzzle out a few things and come to terms with a few others.

Oh.

Of course Gold remembered. Of course she did. It was hard to forget - perhaps harder for her, after the summer. But she was here, now. She knew she had to stop thinking, mulling over things, and get back into her stride. Into life. She couldn't keep on existing, she needed to live again. It would be a terrible thing, if she didn't. She didn't need to disappoint her own self, with that. She was supposed to be a happy person.

It didn't help that, the moment she stepped inside, the first person she saw was Cela. Gold had never exactly gotten along with the Head Girl. Not exactly not gotten along with her, either. They simply hadn't ever gotten to know each other, that well. Maybe she could change that, now. Cela was a Ravenclaw. She had to be smart and fun.

"Hey," she said quietly.

Oh it was a colour! And Cela was a flower! lalalala.....huh? Cela blinked at Gold and then smiled as if she'd woken up from a dream or something.

"Hiii Gold." Of course the first thing Cela did was look the other girl up and down. If puttogetherness was a word, then Celandine would have used it to describe Gold. Yup.

"You know, your name makes it super hard not to smile? It makes me think of sunshine and stuff." Celandine pointed out, almost shyly.

That greeting alone could have won her over. Gold liked people who greeted her, in a nice way. Not bad people like a certain Gryffindor, who called her a bunch of nicknames she didn't even like.

"Hiii, CelaBella," she said, with a little smile. It helped that Cela was cheerful. Helped Gold not have to think of not-so-nice stuff.

"I like my name." She smiled, again. It was hard not to, when someone said something like that. "It reminds me of sunshine and stuff, too. I guess that's why I used to be - am -" she corrected - "so super-cheerful. Most of the time," she added, as an afterthought.

"... and I believe there are golden Celandines. Well, yellow, to be exact. But golden-yellowish." Right?

"Until recently, maybe." Cela agreed musingly. Definitely speaking from experience. It wasn't that she wasn't cheerful anymore herself, but there was definitely less bouncing and skipping and random hugging.

You know, unless Cope was around, then she was mostly her old self.

"Yellow is still cheerful." Cela supposed out loud. It was the best thing about Hufflepuffs aside from the fact that they tended to be awesome anyway. She wasn't sure if she'd ever met a non-awesome one.

Well, one or two.

"I think I need more yellow in my life. And Gold." Not mustard though. Ew. No. Orange? Yes. She liked orange. Teehee.

Losing herself in a rainbow for a second or two, Cela shook herself and tucked a curl behind her ear.

"What do you think of the new professors so far?" You know, the ones that weren't Kazimeriz. Cela's fingers found the amulet at her throat, the one Professor Kazimeriz had given her before he'd left and smiled, quite relaxed in Gold's company.

Gold smiled, softly. "Things change," she said, simply. "Life's tough. Maybe that's why we have to be tough, too."

Maybe.

"I could get you a huge celandine," Gold offered. She could probably enlarge one. "Do you think if I summon one, right now, it would come all the way from... somewhere?" Gold wasn't sure if she had ever seen any Celandines, at Hogwarts. But they would have to come from somewhere, if she summoned them. Unless she had her facts wrong, or something.

"I've only met Professor Kingsley and Professor Hadley, so far," she mused. "They're sweet, both of them. Strict, but sweet. I miss Professor Crispe, though." He would always be one of her very favourites. "... and Professor Kazimeriz." He? He would always be her very favourite. She frowned slightly, then looked at Cela. "I miss him," she said simply.

More than she could put in words.

Much more.

Celandine chewed her lip. Yes well, she'd learned that whole life being tough thing quite suddenly when she'd been kidnapped. She still wasn't sure if she was allowed to be mad at anyone over that. Or was it completely her own fault?

Cela laughed, delighted at the idea of a giant and briiiight yellow flower. "You could conjure it. With Orchideous, most likely." She pointed out. "You know, I don't even know if they grow much at this time of year?" It'd start snowing soon and everything. But that was good because it meant Cela'd get to wear her cute winter clothes.

Yey.

"I never met Professor Crispe. Or the other one. The Herbology one. Professor Cutter?" Cela answered quietly and a bit awkwardly. Nope. She'd been with Remi at the time. Or maybe with Prospero. Cela'd definitely lost track of a lot of things during that whole ordeal, only the duels she watched served as any measure of time.

"Profess-pro-professor Ka-kazi-Kazimeriz he... he leftl." Just a touch of abandonment in her voice there. Cela squeezed the amulet until it almost left an impression against her skin.

But Lainey was back.

A little voice, that could only have been her younger self, reminded her and Celandine relaxed again.

"People are always going to leave." Celandine voiced her thoughts. "It doesn't mean that its your fault, even if it feels like it sometimes. And it doesn't mean they'll forget you even if it feels that way sometimes too." She wasn't trying to teach Gold a lesson or anything, it was more that she was acknowledging one that was hard learned for herself.

"And people come back." Like the job fair thingy? Yup. She idly wondered if Copernicus or herself would get in trouble if she went down there and interrupted all his booth talk stuff with smoochies.

Hummmmm.

"I could," Gold agreed. "But it would be much more fun to see a bright, yellow flower floating through the air, towards us." She smiled slightly at the thought, then tilted her head a tiiiny bit to one side. "I don't know. It's bound to be that time of the year, somewhere in the world." Her summoning charm would probably not be strong enough, though.

Never met -- oh, of course.

"I'm sorry you couldn't," Gold said, frowning a tiiinyy bit. "Professor Crispe was amazing. I hugged him, twice." Well, THAT was out of the blue. But Gold wanted him back. Pretty please? Profesor Hadley was a dear, though, so she wasn't sure. She didn't want her to go away, either, come to think of it. "Yes, it was Professor Cutter. He was nice." The one homework Gold had done for him, had been nice, too.

Fairly.

"You can't always wait for them to come back," Gold said quietly. Maybe she shouldn't have started talking about Professor Kazimeriz. She missed him. Sorely. Very sorely. "I -- I guess we've found something common, between the two of us." She looked at Cela, with a smile. "We both seem to love Professor Kazimeriz." She got what Cela was saying. You have to learn to let go, sometimes. But she didn't want to learn that.

She wanted everyone she loved, back.

Everyone.

It would! It really would! Cela bit her lip, this time to hold back the smile that escaped anyway.

"I hugged professor Kazimeriz a few times." Celandine had to giggle at that. "He gave me this." Cela indicated her amulet. She wasn't trying to brag or anything, it was more that she was trying to share a bit of something important. Something special. a faint image flickered on the surface of the stone set in the amulet.

"He saved my life and he cursed me and he cried and he cared and he believed in me like nobody else ever had before." Cela added in earnest. And she had a huuuge wish. "I hope one day, when I get... married and stuff..." Cela trailed off. She wasn't sure it was possible but it was a nice little dream. To have Valon Kazimeriz be the one to give her away and stuff.

It'd save her chosing one of her bazillions of brothers that was for sure.

"My best friend is gone too." Daphne she meant. The Gryffindor girl who Cela'd been attached at the hip to since their third year. She smiled wistfully. "She ran away. Went sailing. She's looking for who she is I think." Which was okay. Cela didn't need to do that, she knew who she was and who she'd be and who she wanted to share all that with.

"But its okay because I'm here. And its where I wanted to be." For one. more. year.

And then?

The future. The part Cela tried ever so hard not to peek at.

Gold smiled. "I never got a chance to get very close to Professor Kazimeriz," she admitted, softly. It still hurt, you know? She wasn't sure if she could explain. He was one of the two professors she had wanted to get close to -- and she had gotten close to the other. Without trying. "He was there, and... now he isn't. I didn't think that could happen."

Maybe she needed to stop living in the present. It tended to hurt her, not give her the good she expected it to.

Or maybe she was thinking all wrong.

"That must be very precious, to you." She waved at the amulet. "Hey, precious. I'm Gold." She could introduce herself to amulet, right? It was a little bit of Professor Kazimeriz. Or at least Gold liked to think of it, that way. She looked up, when Cela trailed off. "You hope?" She thought she could guess, but she had never been a good guesser. So maybe it was better that she had asked. She was curious, but she didn't mean to be nosy, so she gave Cela a little look, the kind that said the Head Girl didn't have to tell her, if she didn't want to. Her choice, obviously.

"I left a good couple of people I love, behind, when I transferred here," Gold said, with half a smile. "I guess you have to live without the people you love best, sometimes. Even if it's painful."

Very.

"I sort of dream about him being the one to give me away." Celandine admitted. Not like she was Seeing it, not those kind of visions or dreams, just daydreams and wishful thinking.

"It says you're trustworthy." She indicated the whirling marks in the stone. "It works like a backwards foe glass, it tells me who I can trust."

She laughed softly, "It likes to give shocks to people that aren't trustworthy."

Interested, Cela had to ask. "Where did you transfer from?" And you know, why? But she didn't add that part, just a cheerfully friendly smile.

A tiiiny smile turned up the corners of Gold's lips. "That would be lovely," she said, sincerely. Sort of enthusiastically, too. "I think if you... you know, get married and stuff and can owl him -" She paused. "Well, I don't think he would say no. He cares a lot. More than he shows." Except, Gold thought he had always showed it. In his own way.

She laughed lightly, when Cela spoke again. "I would hope I am," she said, simply. "I haven't actually run off with anyone's books, or picked lots of coins out of the Wishing Fountain, you know?"

"Shocks? My, that's quite a fiend, you have there." Except, it was a totally good one. Unless it wanted to give her a shock or something, without a reason. Then it wasn't going to be.

"France," Gold tilted her head a tiiinyy bit, to smile at Cela. "My parents decided to move to London -" Reasons of their own, there. "-- and they've heard a lot about Hogwarts, so they thought I should switch, too. Because, you know, they thought I didn't pay enough attention to studies, and paid much more to boys." That wasn't true. "I didn't exactly want to disagree, so I came." She shrugged a bit.

"I think I love him just a little bit." Celandine admitted. "He's just wonderful."

Not like IN love, nothing creeeeeepy like that, she just... he was family. There was a connection and she'd miss him. And she was gratified to know that at least someone else would too.

"People aren't always what they seem." Cela was thinking of that... the bartender/ Remi. She should have listened to herself on that one. Yup.

"Oh!" Celandine brightened. "Did you go to Beauxbatons? My boyfriend went there until he transferred here for his 5th year, when I was in my third." Cela beaaamed, as per usual when anything to do with Copernicus, who was really so much more than just a boyfriend, came up.

"Hogwarts is the wrong place to be if you want to focus on studies instead of boys. They're EVERYWHERE." Celandine widened her eyes. "They just appear out of nowhere and have crushes on you and get mad if you don't like them back, and buy you presents and get underfoot." She shook her head.

Sooo distracting.

Gold grinned. "I can relate to that."

Because Professor Kazimeriz was what magic actually meant. In a nice way. Cela would understand, Gold was sure.

"Of course not," she frowned. Slightly, but it was a frown, no doubt. Cela seemed to be thoughtful, but Gold had no idea, where the Head Girl was, right now. Mentally. Or emotionally. "But I'm pretty sure I'm an okay person. Maybe not a good one. But I try, you know?"

She had never thought she was very honest, or good, or nice. Of course, the one thing she was quite, quite certain of, was that she was pretty. You couldn't shake her opinion, there. Not in a million years. But she didn't think she was the best person, out there.

She shook her head. "Not, Beauxbatons. But it was pretty popular. I could have had." Boyfriiiend. "He would have graduated, by now, then." She meant Cela's boyfriend, of course. "You miss him?" She missed Dylan, even though he wasn't her boyfriend, and he had sort of cheated on her - well, not technically, but sort of. -- and she was going to miss Chris. He was awfully sweet -- and he usually smelled like lemon and nice stuff.

"What my parents don't know, won't hurt them?" She offered, with a grin. "I -- don't think I focus on boys, too much. I think I'm a little vain, and I can't help flirting, sometimes, but it's not like I do it often." Her mother was way too strict about that, if you ask Gold. "And I do focus on my grades. They're important to me." She shrugged, a bit.

She liked talking to Cela, she had just decided.

It made her feel warm and fuzzy.

"I think you're a good person." Celandine informed Gold quietly. "I tend to be right about these things." She did see the good in almost everyone though, and when she saw the bad? It meant something was reaaally bad.

"Yeah he was two years above me." Cela blushed. "He's twenty now. And um... here. For the job fair thing?" Celandine blushed again, though it was the happy kind rather than the embarassed kind. "I miss him." She agreed with a smile. "Even when we are together I miss him for when we won't be. He studies in Egypt." She added by way of explanation.

"Flirting." Cela thought about it. "I try not to do it so much now? Because of Copernicus -Thats my boyfriend- he gets jealous." Though Celandine DID like it when he got all territorial over her.

Teehee.

"I got taught by experts." She did. She so did. "Lyra Noir, Anna Greingoth, Vannie Corbette, Evolette McKenna... I used to watch the older girls a lot and they taught me stuff." And of course she was naturally a touchy feely friendly person so, that was a big contributor.