"Its uhm..." Well this was just getting to be a very strange conversation. And the constant heat on his cheeks wasn't helping. "Slamming into someone to get them off their feet...essentially." Didn't they do something of the sort in quiddich?

N'aw, his accent was cuuute. "Pleasure to meet you too." She smiled. If he wasn't feeling too good, then she had plenty of chocolate frogs to let him have. That alwaaaays made her feel better. "Where're you from, Gaspar?" She smiled.

"That makes sense. I'm doing the same." She said with a small sigh. It seemed she spent a lot of time on her own lately. Which sucked.
She eyed him subtly. "I don't think I've seen you around Hogwarts before, are you new?" But then again, Ella wasn't extremely sociable so he could've just been around here all the time.

Ginny thought this girl had to be a Slytherin, just the way she acted. She would be surprised if she was in another house. She had got angry telling her to be quiet again!!!!! Ginny had her fist closed tightly. She didn't say anything.

There was plenty of people around, just because she was the closest one, it didn't mean anything. "Just because I was the closest to you, still doesn't mean you can just blame me. It's your own fault for walking on the pumpkins", she told her. "Yes, I've got lots of friends", she said to her. One of Ginny's friend had gone, completely and she didn't even know. Her closest friend ever.

"Yeah, it does matter", she repiled. "There is a difference between a question and a statement", she added. Ginny was starting to lose her temper now. "No you don't", she screamed at her angrily.

"You've told me your whole name, that's a nice start", she repiled to her. "I'm sure I will", she added.

"Listen," Eirian repeated. "That is something I will never do." She wasn't the type to listen. She was a doer, not a listener, not a thinker. That was what Thiago was there for... he could do all that stuff and keep Eirian from falling into her own insanity. Meanwhile, Jay would leap along with her, just for the fun of it. "Sim," she murmured. "I much prefer it. It is a beautiful language... while English is not."

"If I knew what she looked like, she would not be pretty much longer," she snapped, not meaning a word of it. Thiago was seductive for her, and she wouldn't have it any other way. "She was right, though. It is a word that very well describes you accent. There are far... naughtier... words in the English language that can be used, as well, though." Smiiiirk.

His blush was becoming more prominent. Why was he blushing. She wanted to ask but knew it would only embarrass him more. "I don't do stuff like that. It's mean." She didn't play mean sports like that. Too much violence and too many injuries. Twas why she didn't play quidditch.

"I know you don't which is why I was .... " Gah! This wasn't doing any good. Scrubbing his free hand over his face, he shook his head. "Can we just...forget I said anything please?" Because in all honesty, it had been him that had brought it up.

Arya's perlexed expression changed to a grin and she giggled when he wanted to change the subject. "Suure." Now she was starting to realize why he was so red in the face. It was amusing. "You have to pick what we talk about, since you wanna change." She poked him on his shoulder.

"I am from Portugal. Vhat about you?" the boy asked curiously, always interested to see whereabouts in the country or even around they were from.

"Yes, I am new dis year, but I am a fifth year." Gaspar added. "I don't have a lot of friends yet. Just one." Yeah, like that didn't sound lame at all. Gaspar felt his face flush as he took another bite of his chocolate frog.

Thiago grinned. "That I know. You were never good at listening." He felt the stone in his pocket, brilliantly faceted and cold. The time was close. "Shh, minha linda, calm. You'll wear out energy. And then, how would you be able to handle how..." He furrowed his brow, trying to remember how she'd said the word that he had still had only a very vague grasp on. "...seductive I am?" He smiled at her. And since you like to hear my slaughtered-" Another teacher-copied word- "english, You're probably going to like this next bit." He fished the necklace out of its place in his pocket.

"I want you to know... I never forgot the promise I made you all that long time ago. And I intend to fulfill it. Whenever your ready, I will be there. Eu necessita voce." He kissed her her pale collarbone, a place he hoped would never be there again. He leaned away, and wrapped the chain of light diamonds around her neck, the bright green stone resting where his lips just were.

"Now all these years, I've been physically angry with myself that I left you nothing. Nothing but a memory of my promise. Nothing to tell these... Englishmen that you belonged to me. The only reason it is not a ring is that people might... talk. But, meu Deus, I could not go another day of not knowing that we will be together forever."

Today was such a drag!!!! Kat had not found Stephen anywhere and she really wanted to try out her new toy on him. Walking towards the Pumpkin patch with her Marshmallow shooter in one hand and candy of course in the other she walked behind a pumpkin, and sat on the ground hoping no one would see her. She was after all trying to hit someone with marshmallows.

"Yes, yes," Eirian muttered, laughing. He always did keep her in check. "I will never be able to handle in, meu amor. It is a pity I cannot cope better, but you will never bore me. This I know." She liked anything that came out of his mouth, but she'd leave that little truth for later... he didn't need to know just how much she was addicted to her Brazilian lover.

And then... he surprised her. He was still holding both of them to that!? And he had gotten her such a beautiful necklace!? How was this happening? What did that make them? How had so few words made her so happy, and yet so confused? And... why was her stomach sinking the tiniest bit? Perhaps it was the commitment of it. Eirian was terrible with commitment. She wasn't very good at sticking to one thing; it was really a miracle she and Thiago were together, no matter how much she loved him.

"Thiago?" she asked, voice small as she stared at the necklace, then him, then back again. Was this really happening? It couldn't be a dream... the cold of the necklace was searing against the spot her love had just kissed, and her mind was racing. Englishmen... Jayce? Perhaps Thi was specifically addressing him. Or... some of the other guys she had talked to? Or perhaps he was just staking his claim because he thought any English guy would look her way. She knew they wouldn't; she had no appeal to the English whatsoever. Perhaps foreigners, but she was too free, too energetic, too odd. But mostly, too neon. "I love it! I love you... Eu te amo, bem. Thank you, Querido. I am too happy for words. Be... Beija-me." Sniffling, she dabbed at her eyes and attacked Thiago with a hug, then a long, deep kiss. Yes... this was happy. It was a happy occasion. She should be happy. And she was! So, so happy...

He smiled into her kiss and pulled a hand across her delicate cheekbones, drying her tears. She was shaking in his arms and he pulled away, looking dissaprovingly at her tears. He wasn't doing this right... She shouldn't be crying, and though he knew they were of joy, there was a little pain behind her eyes. He thought he knew why, and he hurried to fix it. He was created to hate anything that made her cry, he couldn't do it himself. He kissed away the rest of her tears.

"I'm sorry. That probably sounds... neurotic, yes? Neurotic of me. That I needed to have a piece of jewelry on you to know for certain. I assure you..." He kissed her softly, and yet very, very convincingly. "I trust you far more than that, mi ama. Far more." And he kissed her again. For quite sometime.

"I understand," Eirian replied, smiling brilliantly through her tears. Thiago was too perfect... She shouldn't be trusted. She couldn't be trusted... with anything. Her neck had felt so bare ever since she had given Jayce back the paperclip necklace he had given her, a sign of their ended friendship. And now... now it felt so heavy. "I know how it is... being territorial is part of a strong relationship, is it not? I love you... but I only wish to know who you could possibly want to ward off." With a gentle laugh, she shook her head, hair slipping down to frame her face narrowly. "You know I am yours... and you will know in time that no one contests that. No one wants to."

Grreeeaaatt. Now she was giggling! Of all things, Arya Lovegoods! Of all things. Sigh.

Shaking his head, he playfully swatted Arya's hand away. "Well we could continue talking about checking, but I honestly don't think it would get us anywhere." His brow furrowed as if in thought, or perhaps it was in confusion as words slipped from his lips and past the consideration-censor. "Do you like anyone, Arya?"

He nodded at that, and smiled brightly. "Territorial. Exactamente." He pulled away from her, until only their hands touched, so he could answer the question without losing focus. "Ward off... nao, querida. I try to ward off no one except my own ghosts. I always wanted to follow you here, and it killed me when I could not, por que... You're beautiful. There are so many men here who could see that. And I trust you. And I even trust those men, to an extent. But this is a part of your life I wasn't around for. There's a part of you that I can not truly know, eu se, because it belongs to what you've formed here." He looked at her, and was yet again struck by how much she had changed. It was someone he wanted to know. Someone he could love as much as he loved his Eiri.

"I can't trust myself. I can't trust that little old Rio and I could ever be enough for you now. That maybe you've changed enough that the way my Eiri saw me could never be enough. Because you aren't just her anymore. You're Eirian." He ran his fingertips over the stone. "Love of mine, what I tried and failed to say briefly is... I trust you. I'm not trying to ward anyone off. I'm trying to convince myself that I am worthy of the beautiful Englishwoman you've grown to be."

"I have changed much," Eirian murmured, looking down at their joined hands. "I can see that. But it was only the loss of my dreams to be like my father... and the reward for my sacrifice being the English language and desolate weather. I have made new friends, but I am still Brazilian at heart. I am Eiri... Eirian... I have always been. But now I find myself... less free, more loved. How? How is it so?" Her grandmother caged her in, but protected her from the crueler relatives, from her own self-destruction at the hands of her grief. She was a hag, but she sent her here, where she made friends like Jay, Savvy, Koda... She had so much that she owed her grandmother. It was the charade of hatred that made her able to bear it. "You are worthy... You are more than worthy. I have pined for you for so long, Thiago! I missed you... you are my home. My Rio... My Brazil. And that is all I need! Please believe it, meu amor..."

Arya just continued to poke him when he swatted at her hand, a grin on her face. "You never know where a conversation can lead." They didn't even know it would lead to sports checking. Which she still didn't understand. Her poking stopped and grin faded into a confused frown, however, when he asked her the weirdest question. "Like anyone?" It was as if he didn't know her. "I like you. Is that what your talkin about?" Her grin returned.

If his words were a tennis ball, then Arya's head had to be the tennis net. He was pretty sure this was another 'checking' incident of misunderstanding, but thanks to his rather muddled brain, it didn't do anything to decrease the heat of embarrassement on his face.

"Well...I like you to..." He blinked rapidly before speeding up over his words. "But I mean like like. As in...attracted too." Oh were was a pile of sand that he could go shove his head into when he needed it? This, was probably the worst question he could have come up with to ask.

"Good." She stated simply, his next statement catching her off guard. Did she like like someone. A guy someone. "Um.....no." She was confused again. What was he getting at. "Why do you ask?" Tilting her head to the side, she looked at him perplexed. Even if she did like someone, she was sure he would have found out and harassed the poor boy along with Raiden.

"The strong ones usually only last 24 hours." Carter explained. "But you would think if I was rhyming nonstop she would have understood what was going on, right?"

Ehh... whatever. Girls were weird.

"For Destiny?" he asked making a face. He had no feelings for Destiny. You know, other than ones involving wool bombs. Speaking of which... he still had a bag of them... "She's just a friend."

"Yeah." he said nodding. "That would be a lot of fun." He did enjoy a good pie. And baking one made the experience even better. He smiled. "Good. I prefer it that way actually. Besides, potions is a dangerous class. I've considered dropping it a few times."

He then nodded as she explained. He probably would have felt the same way if he had grown up around animals. "Oh that wouldn't bother me. I used to play football back before Hogwarts... so I'm used to all kinds of weather." he said.

"They're doctors... er... muggle healers." he said. "I'm muggleborn." he said. You know, in case she was wondering.

"What about you?"

" Hi Kat" Rex told her. "Well, I see Kat is being Kat again" Rex smiled. " You are such a, well you know" Rex laughed. " i am hiding from you" Rex said to Kat.

"You...ah..." Frowning he dropped his gaze, stepping over another bothersome root. That, was a good question; why had he asked? He could feel his face heating up again, but it was more confusing than embarrassing this time. "I...don't know...Curious?" Why...was he slightly disappointed? Or was that relief?

Mia raised an eyebrow at Carter, "Well I heard you rhyming Carter and I didn't know what was going on. I just thought you talked like that to be quite honest." Which wasn't the greatest defense for Carter's girlfriend because Mia was a little bit dim. "Were you two having problems before this incident?" Things like that usually trigger a female to insecure and irrational and not see the obvious. Not that she was an expert.

Okay so going by the looks on Carter's face there was definitely no feelings for Destiny.

"So I've heard." She said in reference to the potions class. "The Professor likes to set people on fire. It's funny because that is what I seemed to be good at. I just don't do it on purpose." Ah well if she hadn't set her father's pants on fire she wouldn't be here now.

That sparked her interest and her eyes lit up. "What kind of football do you play? Some times us kids used together and play a little. I wasn't very good though, I'm not particularly coordinated."

Mia laughed softly, "I know what doctors are. I grew up in a muggle commune. We didn't use doctors because we had our own healers but I spent a bit of time with the townie kids so I am fairly up to date with muggle goings on." Living on the commune was a bit like Hogwarts just without the magic. They were separated from everyone else and far behind the rest of the world as well. "Oh my parents don't have a regular nine to five job. We all work at the commune, we're self sufficient, you know?"

Carter laughed. "Really? You thought I talked like that?" he asked still laughing. "Wow, I'm surprised you came up and talked to me after that."

Really, he was surprised anyone talked to him.

"Um... good question." he said while once again running a hand through his hair. "She wasn't too fond of the fact that I was gone most of the summer. I never understood that though..." he said. Was that what was wrong? She was still mad about that?

"You've set someone on fire?" he asked taking a little step backwards. "I think I would have preferred you say that you did do it on purpose."

"Football... you know... where you kick the ball... none of that silly stuff that they do in America..." That's what she was asking, right?

He smiled sheepishly. "Yeah. Some people don't know what that is though. Or they forget I'm muggleborn. I play quidditch and I seem to be on the same level as everyone else... so I don't really stick out..." At least, he guessed that was why everyone always forgot he was muggleborn.

Or maybe it was because both of his girlfriends had been Slytherins.

"That sounds like a lot of fun. You must have all been really close." he said.

"Curious?" She hopped of the pumpkin, no longer in the mood for pumpkin hopping, and carefully but quickly made her way to his side. Why was he so curious. She would have told her or he would have found out from someone else if she liked someone. It certainly wouldn't have been a state secret. "What where you curious about? Wondering if I liked a guy? I haven't even kissed one yet." This conversation was not making her as uncomfortable as it was making him.