Freya walked out from the library after doing her homework. Why the Professors must gave them a ton of homeworks? She let out a small sighed. She looked around the corridor, she wasn't familiar with this corridor after all she wasn't a regular visitor of the library. She hoped that she wasn't lost. Is not funny if she lost in the corridor. In fact it's sooooooo stupid.

Taylor was wandering down the corridor, swinging her LV on her shoulder and smiling to herself. She pulled out her perfume and re sprayed herself. Suddenly she saw Freya- "Hey!" she said, whilst putting the bottle away.

Freya spun around when she heard someone calling her name. "Hey Tay" she smiled. "Was sup?"

"Oh, i'm alright thanks!" Taylor says with a smile. "How are you?" she asks Freya. She checks out her own nails- she needs to repaint them. Eww.

"I'm alright but I think I'm kinda lost" Freya laughed. "I'm not familiar with this corridor. Do you know how to go back to common room from here?" she asked hoping that maybe Taylor knew this corridor. "So how's your day Tay?"

Why was he up here? This was far too high for him. Maybe he was trying to cut Lexi off. Yeah that was it. He just wanted to see his sister. See how she was. Still it was odd being up here. He'd go to the lake or something next. After he had seen Lexi. He had read that parchment thingy. He was concerned.

A small frown tugged at his brow as he moved down the hallway, head bowed and hands in his pockets. Despite seeing his friends again, despite his hope that things would be a little easier as time went by, it wasn't that way. Christmas break had only just ended, but it still felt like it was yesterday that everything came crashing down around him.

Perhaps that was why he was here, taken to the hallways in wandering again. Or was it that he had forgotten his jacket again on his way outside. Whichever it was, walking felt a lot better than having to think about the parchment scrunched up in his pocket. Damn Apecarium.

Dylan looked up from his feet as he spotted someone else's feet ahead of him. He didn't want to bump into them. His eyes widened. Before he had time to think his hand was out of his pocket and was heading towards Sabel's face. This kid had manhandled Lexi. Noone manhandles Lexi. He had promised himself that he would never punch anyone again. But this was deserved.

Though he probably should've asked the kid's side of the story first. Oh well. Hit first ask later.

There was something nice about not looking up. It was a solitude sort of thing, where if you didn't see people they didn't really exist. Only the shoes told one which way to side step and when to. Of course, looking up may have prevented a certain run in with what felt like a wall.

One moment he had registered a pair of shoes directly in his path, and unsure which way they were going to go, had been in the process of looking up. The next, he was on his side on the floor, his palms stinging from how hard they had smacked against the stone and his vision blurry from the fist that had cracked him right in the eye. Pain started at his cheekbone and began to trail up to his temple, but it was of little concern compared to the one that had actually hit him.

A light touch to the pain in his cheekbone had him wincing at the split skin there, and his eyes darting (as well as they could) up to his assailant. Denver. He really should have known.

Dylan watched as Sabel fell to the floor, his cheek split. Good. He was glad Dakest was bleeding. For hurting Lexi. He stood over the younger boy. "How dare you touch Lexi! Don't you ever go near her again." Yeah. You listen boy!

"Get up." He couldn't stand the boy lying on the floor. It was getting tiresome now. Even if it had only been a few minutes.

Touching Lexi? All of a sudden the parchment in his pocket seemed to burn right through to his skin; an itching feeling that ignited his rage. A rage further fueled by the ignorant boy's commands. Being hit was one thing, obeying orders directly after was something completely different.

Without much warning or indication, he kicked his foot hard and swift into Denver's shin, with what he assumed was enough to knock the boy flat on his face.

He hadn't expected a foot to connect with his shin. "Son of a biiiii...." he cursed, grabbing the injured shin, hopping on the spot. Ok maybe that was deserved. He had just hit the guy in the face.

At least Dylan had stayed on his feet. Unlike Dakest. That was a win there.

He wasn't sure where the drive came from, or exactly why, but as soon as the Denver was hoping about on his one foot, he was back on his feet. The hit to his eye caused a little bit of disorientation, but not enough to put him so off balance that he didn't know where Denver's big head was at. And that's where his fist drove for as soon as he was vertical again.

Dude, Dylan had only hit him once. What was with this onslaught for? At least Dakest was on his feet now. Dylan didn't have time to shield his face, not without taking his hand off his shin. The fist connected with his lower jaw. He couldn't hear it break, so hopefully it hadn't. He couldn't deal with a broken jaw.

With his injured leg he kicked out at Sabel. Owwww that hurt him, but it was worth the pain. To cause him injury. Well worth it.

He hadn't been expecting the kid to remain standing, let alone kick at him again. The foot caught him in the stomach, stealing a good deal of his breath and causing him to buckle over a little. Thankfully, it hadn't been a particularly forceful kick, and he was able to remain standing with the help of grabbing onto said sid attacking foot.

The only logical move was to elbow the shin where he had kicked previously and then shove against the foot with all his weight, hopefully to throw the boy off balance.

Owwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww! OMG that hurt. He could feel it almost break in the pain. Please don't be broken. It hurt like hell though. And the shove. He fell backwards, his head colliding with the floor with a crack. He slipped out of concious momentarily. He was rather dazed now.

He lifted his head slightly, and gave it a shake. Now he was hurting quite a bit. But he couldn't let Sabel win. He hooked his uninjured foot around Sabel's ankle and pulled. Fall you great lump. Fall.

He head flopped backwards on the floor. Owwwwwwww.

If he had been in a better mood, the crack might have disturbed him. The only thing it served to do however, was keep him from jumping on the boy and clobbering him completely. But that hesitation proved to be his downfall.

Literally.

There was no way to fall onto one's back without hurting oneself, except for bracing and praying to the wrinkles of Merlin's hat that your head didn't hit. Thankfully, but extremely painfully, his tail bone and shoulder blades took the brunt of the fall. The rest of the air in his lungs left him in a grunt, the old pain in his ribs flaring back to life, leaving him wanting of simply lying there. But lying in one spot was asking to get hit again, and so he rolled onto his side with a cough, kicking weakly at the foot that had ensnared his.

Back off Denver.

YES! Dakest was down. Tiiimmmmbeeeeeeeer! Dylan felt a slight kick to his foot, but it was barely anything. Fighting to the end. He gave a weak flail back, but he wasn't expecting it to make contact. His head was killing him. His eyes began to droop again. Stay awake. Come on Dylan wake up. No time for sleeping. Lexi's honour and such.

Pathetic. Simply pathetic. Whatever the flailing attempts were.

Rolling back onto his feet with a groan, Sabel stumbled a few steps to make contact with the wall, leaning there as he fought to regain his breath. His back and shoulders were killing him just about as much as his head was. And Denver was still lying there.

The brief thought crossed his mind to help the boy, but he couldn't trust himself not to simply take another swing at the seventh year. So he stayed where he was, panting for air and glaring at his opponent. Words were for later, when he could breathe, and by the idiot's policy, the fighting was over.

Perhaps that crack to the floor had knocked some sense into the boy's skull.

Dylan struggled to stand up. But his head felt heavy and he was rather drowsy. Maybe a little nap here in the middle of the floor wasn't a bad idea. Someone maybe could carry him to bed anyway. He wasn't going to walk anywhere. Sleeeep. Mmmmmm.

He was so not going to....oh he was.

Gritting his teeth Sabel debated letting the boy lie there and in a sense rot. He deserved it. Denver deserved it and he was in no mood to give out charity.

But there were some things that nagged at him. And Denver had done it.

With a grunt, he pushed himself away from the wall and unsteadily moved over to Denver, prodding him lightly in the ribs with his foot. "Denver..." Reaching down, he offered the boy a hand up, waiting for him to take it.

Dylan's eyes fluttered open weakly. Sabel was calling his name? What an odd fellow. The kick to the ribs was a bit much though. "Mhmhmm" he mumbled, closing his eyes again. His head was telling him to sleep so he must.

"I barely touched you." Rolling his eyes at the boy, Sabel reached down and took a firm hold of his wrist. "Common Denver. Up and adim. This is no place to sleep."

Pulling Denver up was a bit of a task, given how his shoulders simply wanted to buckle and let the weight go. It took a bit of manouvering to get the kid back on his feet, and even then he had to sling the boy's arm around his shoulders and one of his own around the kid's waist.

"I swear if you clock me now I'll dump you in a snowbank." With his free hand, he gently tilted the boy's head forward, parting the hair at the back of his skull to check for a break or split in the skin.

Dylan went floppy. An unconcious body was hard to carry. He could hear what Sabel was saying. But lifting him was a bad idea. Better to be left on the floor. His head flopped onto the boy's shoulder. He couldn't feel what Sabel was doing. He hoped someone would help soon though. Maybe Lexi would arrive.

This was....oh for the love of Pete!

Shifting Dylan's weight around a little, he was able to free his hand from checking for a split or break (of which he could find none) and retrieved his wand from his holster. If there was one thing he knew, it was that falling asleep with a possible concussion was not a good thing. And there was one thing that woke people up very, very quickly. One thing besides the snowbank that was a little too far away.

Holding up his wand, he hesitated before casting a cool, gentle stream of water at Denver's face. It wouldn't hurt, but there was enough of the liquid, and it was cold enough, it should do the job in startling the boy back to consciousness.