Benjamin lifted Jaina's head from looking down. He looked her straight in the eyes and said, "Hey, if I had a time turner, we could make this night last forever. But if we did, we'd miss out on alot of things in the future. And that just won't do. Even if one had a misunderstanding of one thing or another. You learn from time and mistakes. Plus it's harder than hell to get a time turner." He smiled and a light chuckle escaped his mouth. He leaned in to kiss her on the cheek and wish her a good night when the giant clock struck 9 o'clock. He finished his lean to kiss her and kissed her on the lips instead. "I had a wonderous evening tonight. Thank you and goodnight." With that, he turned on his heels and walked towards the Slytherin common room.

Wha?

"How do you know that people aren't messing with you and that's what they WANT you to think how they make bombs?" she called back, crossing her arms and shifting her weight to her other leg. It was a possibility. Sometimes, you just can't trust people! They want to get inside you braaaiiin! Make you paranoid, and then before you know it, you were all twitchy and living in a one bedroom apartment with rubber gloves on, bug spray in one hand and you wand in the other as you sit in the corner staring at the door.

...

PARANOID!!

Pfft, like Destiny knew if you could freeze or not freeze a muggle bomb. Evelyn knew for SURE that they could be frozen. Because...well, just because. So there!

Spying the obviously brown paper wrapped package, Evelyn scoffed before moving forward a few feet and held out her free hand to take the package. Yup, she was still keeping the horn away from the girl. "Give it here."

What was Evelyn trying to say? That the things she watches on the telliwission were LIES!? Because that was where Destiny learned how people make bombs..not that she knew HOW to make them or anything.. "I saw it on the telliwission." she SCOFFED, then SCOFFED again just because she could.

But she didn't understand why someone would send HER a bomb. Why didn't they send it to Evelyn instead? Blow up the chocolate-hater instead! It would save everyone the misery of hearing her complain that chocolate is bad for them, chocolate will rot their teeth, chocolate will make them look like Grandmum Tole when they are older!

Well. Just so Evelyn knows; Grandmum Tole doesn't like chocolate. So Evelyn would be the one to look like that old woman.

And not only did her chocolate hating-I'm going to grow up and look like Grandmum Tole-best friend take her horn, she wanted to take her bomb, too? Were any of Destiny's things SAFE!?

"Give me my horn first."

That's right, Destiny. You use that Ravenclaw brain of yours.

The telliwission? "It's called a muggle box." Duuuh. And just for the heck of it, she SCOFFED back at Destiny, and then SCOFFED again because her friend did so. Pfft.

Whaaaat? "No." she said simply, staring at the package. Hmm, was it worth it? She may lose the horn if she tried to forcefully get the package from Destiny, and that was SO not worth it to try and figure out who sent the present in the first place. Horribly wrapped in her opinion. Brown was such a boring color.

Glancing from the package to Destiny, Evelyn made up her mind.

RUN AWAAAAAY! Down the corridor she went.

...

Destiny KNEW what it was called. If it weren't FOR Destiny, Evelyn would have never even heard of the thing! "It has more than one name." She wanted to continue and say 'You know? Like you have more than one last name.' But this wasn't about how many names a person has.

It was about dismantling the bomb AND trying to get her horn back.

And she had really thought she was getting it back, too. She let out another SCOFF as Evelyn said 'No' and the scoff turned into a slight growl as she started to run away.

"Evelyn! If my legs fall off!" She was going to pick one up and throw it at her, but she wasn't going to tell her that. It would give it away and then she would know to dodge it.

The chase continues!

*Finally out of his costume from the party Matty was now in a pair of jeans, blue and yellow trainers, and a blue t-shirt. Leaning against the wall waiting for Marie he noticed that this was the first time all year that he was wearing normal clothes. He had always been in his school robes, even on the weekends. It had become an odd habit that he would have to stop. Yawning a little he waited for Marie.*

Marie felt so much more comfortable now that she was out of that gigantic dress and in her jeans and t-shirt. She ran up the stairs to the kitchen corridor to meet Matty. Seeing someone leaning against the wall she stopped and rubbed her eyes. Was that Matty... wearing jeans and a t-shirt too?

IT WAS!

"Wow... no robes? Did you give them all away lose them all or what?" She asked laughing. She didn't think she had ever seen him out of his robes before. Well there was that day at the lake... but he did have them there with him. "So what you want to do now?" Something that would be fun she hoped.

*Matthias rolled his eyes at her comment but smiled all that same. Standing straight he just shrugged.*
"I don't know... ummm room of requirement, the lake, library, or... how about a game?"
*Matty said with an evil grin as the thought came to his mind.*

Hey! No eye rolling here mister.

Marie didn't comment on the room of requirement. She still remembered what happened the last time they were there together. She wasn't sure if she was ready for a repeat of that. "Well it's kinda late to be going out to the lake and the library might be closed. We can try sneaking in if you want." Oh. A game. Again thoughts of the room of requirement flashed through her mind. "What type of game you got in mind this time?" Judging by the grin he had plastered on his face she had a feeling it would be something just as evil as the last game they played.

Well, bring on the game. This time she wouldn't lose.

"How about... castle hide and seek? You start and I'll come find you."
*Matty was a pro at this game. He used to play this at the castle with his uncle all the time.*

Hide and seek? Marie hadn't played that since... well since she hid all of Destiny's chocolate on her. She hid it and Destiny had to seek it... well more like she sniffed it out. But to like play for real, like with people, she hadn't done that since she was little. Eh, what else did they have to do? "You do realize that this could be an impossible game to win. There are thousands of places to hide in this castle." Like their common rooms, where the other couldn't go...

"HEY! This isn't a plan for you to ditch me is it?"

"You doubt my talents? And I wouldn't ditch you. That would mean another busted nose, no thank you."
*With a smirk he rubbed his hands together. This was going to be very fun.*
"Rules are hide anywhere with in reason. Rooms or spots that we both can go in. If you give up use your WNB to tell the seeker."


occ: Ha for the sake of the game will say twitters the WNB.

STEALTH.

His middle name.

Well, okay not really. It's James. But stealth it should be. Even though he really wasn't that stealthy at all. He liked to believe he was. Or try to be. So, as usual he was down in the kitchen corridor heading to the kitchen to pig out on some cupcakes. And, as usual he was acting like a ninja and making sure no one saw him. It's not for any particular reason. It's just become habit by now.

Sooo. Look over his shoulder, run to wall, look over shoulder again and JUMP ROLL over to the next wall. Wait. What was that? He thought he saw someone, but he wasn't sure. But should he blow his cover just to make sure?

No. The answer is no.
Rummaging in his pocket he took out what seemed to be one of the last dungbombs he owned. Careful not to make a sound or much of a movement, he threw it over to where he suspected the person might be standing. In two seconds, they'd be surrounded by stink so strong they'll have to reveal themselves.

At this hour Anastasia found her self falling asleep on her way back to her dormitory. Her eye lids were closing and she was scared she was going to pass out, seeing she wasn't used to going to bed this late but decided to be a bit of what she liked to call rebel and stay up a bit longer.

On her way back Anastasia got hit by what she assumed was a dungbomb which set of a nasty odor.
"Eeek" She cried. while dropping all her books to the floor including her book bag scattering everything and spilling her bottle of ink.
Her shriek filled the halls. As she plugged her nose while trying to wave away the smell, she could still smell through her plugged nose. She coughed.
Looking around to see who might have thrown it she saw nothing but empty halls. At this point she reeked and she had no time to look for the hooligan who done this, she ran as fast as she could to her dorm hoping the smell would wear off at the speed she was running. Half way to her dorm, Anastasia realized she had left her potions text book and had to fun back to "scene of the crime" Disgusted Anastasia crouched down to pick her her book and stuff then in her bag.

HA! He knew there was someone there! And a girl, no less. The squeal was rather high-pitched, but he still didn't see anyone until she started running.

Well. Serves her right, sneaking up on him like that. Hmph.

Satisfied, he turned back around to continue his ninja stealth trip to the kitchens. But just as he took two steps, he heard footsteps heading toward him. Acting quickly, he jumped behind a corner so he couldn't be seen. Looking carefully, he saw what must have been the girl he threw the dungbomb at. She was looking around on the ground for something. She picked up a textbook and was stuffing it in her bag. Yup. Definitely the girl he just threw the dungbomb at.

Doesn't anybody know not to return to the scene of the crime? Seriously.

Frowning, he stepped from around the corner.

"Oi! You there. Girl. Who are you?"

Wesley had an hour to waste. Stepping through the swung-open portrait, she left the common room behind to maybe ... visit Mr. Barthalomew or something - or anything, really, as long as it wasn't going to end up with anyone sick, hurt, in detention, or -

What was that smell?

It was like - like, Wesley didn't even want to think the word.

Scrunching her tiny, down-turned nose in disgust the Hufflepuff turned back. Maybe this was a sign - a sign from Merlin, a Do-Your-Homework-Now-Wesley sign.

But then. Wait.

If she just, left the scene, then! Then who would take care of the terrible odor? It wasn't as if there were any teachers with classrooms around to sort out the problem. And the house-elves, well, they were busy down in the kitchen.

Which left Wesley. A Hufflepuff and a badge that said these were the sorts of things she was supposed to sort out.

Stomach queasy, she never claimed to be a Gryffindor, the sixth-year covered her nose with the sleeve of her robe and proceeded to follow the smell. Eyes beginning to water as she neared two students, Wesley began to wonder if this was worse then Madame Primpernelle's.

Giving the boy she recognized as Jimbo, Iris's friend and candy-lover, a small smile (which was pointless considering her face was covered), she spoke, "Do you guys know where the - Oh." Oh indeed. Her muffled question ended short, as she stared at the offending object. "How are we supposed to get rid of that?"

Anastasia was startled and dropped her books to the floors, also loosing some balance herself. She looked behind her to see were the voice had been coming from and saw a boy a couple feet away from her.

At first she was hesitant of saying anything "You! You threw the dungbomb at me didn't you? I swear I should-
Anastasia held her temper. She wasn't sure if it was him who had thrown it but at this point she reeked and had lost her temper.
"Why would you- Her tongue was tied and really didn't know what to say. But stand still in frustration.

Quite the temper this girl had. Dungbombs aren't that bad. He didn't understand why people always made such a big deal over them. Then again, he was pretty much immune to the stench since he's been setting them off at least three times a day for as long as he could remember.

"Yeah, I threw it. You shouldn't have snuck up on me, Huffle."

Because seriously. He was trying to be a ninja here.

AH! Geesh. His ninja stealth never really worked, did it? People always end up sneaking up on him. Just goes to show that he'd never be able to take up a profession in a spy agency.

Turning around to look at the Hufflepuff prefect, he panicked a little. Now there were two girls experiencing the aftermath of his dungbomb. He was stuck having to deal with these two before he could ever get any closer to his precious cupcakes.

Oh, wait a minute. Is that... "Wesley?" At first he wasn't sure if it was her because she'd been covering her face, but she is a pretty small girl. Is he really so oblivious that he never once heard that she'd become a prefect?

Obviously he was.
Always stuck in his own, candy-filled world, wasn't he?

Get rid of it? "You don't. You just leave the scene of the crime." With this, he gave a pointed look toward the other Hufflepuff girl. So what if she had left her textbook behind? She could have come back tomorrow. You NEVER return to the scene of the crime. It's common knowledge.

Besides, why would you want to? It stinks.

Anastasia stood still for a while, her nose plugged her eyes watering from the smell and her lack of sleep.

She was so embarrassed by the smell but she wasn't going to leave without a word with this boy. Thank goodness a prefect was here maybe she could help defend her case.

However if she hadn't dropped her darn text book she wouldn't have been back here.

"Actually! I wasn't seeking up on you I was on my way to my dorm when- I'm not even sure why I'm explaining my reason to you the point is why are you throwing dungbombs around here!"
Anastasia didn't want to be rude but the smell was unbearable at this point, she was embarrassed and just wanted to get back to her dorm before someone else sniffed her out.

Caught off guard by his question, the sixth year unshielded her face, rubbing at her nose and patting her hair anxiously. Did she have something on her face? On her head? Last time she'd checked (about an hour in the girl's restroom after lunch, in case anyone was curious), she still looked like her. "Of course, who el-,"

Bad idea. Wesley slapped a hand over her open, gagging mouth. This hallway was toxic.

Wait? Leave the scene of the - what? That didn't make any sense. "I don't under-"

Wesley inadvertantly gasped at her roommate's sudden accusal, sucking in her sleeve's rough fabric. "You," she coughed, material catching in her mouth, then pulled her slightly-soggy-with-saliva arm away from her face, "YOU threw this?"

Jimbo? No way. He was a good boy. Wesley knew this - it was an indubitable truth. Sure as a heated cheese cauldron melts.

People who shared their candy were always good people.

Clamping a thumb and index on her nose, she took back her question in a nasally voice, "No," the Hufflepuff shook her face, "No; I think you're mistaken, Anastasia. Jimbo would never purposely throw a dungbomb at someone."

Haha. The girl really was quite the drama queen. "Calm down, Huffie."
He would have walked over and patted her on the head for effect but he has known enough girls to be smart and not anger the hungry lion.

And of course she was sneaking. This is the 'sneaking hallway'. He thought that was well known. Or is it just him?

Ah. So it was officially confirmed. It is Wesley. He saw her full face when she pulled her arm away from her face before bringing it back again to shield her from the smell. Haha. Girls. They really are quite sensitive, aren't they? They can't even handle the smell of dungbombs.

It was really rather funny, to watch them both. If they didn't want to endure the smell, they should really just follow his advice and leave the scene of the crime. Honestly. How many times did he have to say it?

...Why is Wesley so shocked that it was him that threw the dungbomb? He thought it would have been the logical conclusion. After all, his pockets have been stuffed with candy and dungbombs for as long as he could remember. They're his two favourite things. Well, that is if you count cupcakes and food in the same category as candy.

Ooh, and the colour pink. And green. And flowers

But really. Wesley shouldn't be so shocked. Tilting his head in confusion at her, he didn't respond. He wondered if she was faking shock or if she honestly didn't think that Jimbo would throw a dungbomb.

But then the answer was clear.

Blinking, Jimbo was at a loss for words. "You are friends with Monty, right?" There is no way that someone could be such good friends with Monty and not know that Jimbo was a dungbomb thrower. Not because it's something that he just figured people would mention because it was one of the main things about him, but mostly just to mention it as a warning.

Because if even people he didn't know aren't safe, why should people he know consider themselves home free?

"Uhm, Huffie Prefect Wesley?" He needed to clear some things up.

But just as he finished saying it, he realized that he probably shouldn't.
Darn. Why did everyone he know have to go and become a prefect? It's hard being Jimbo Farley and being friends with a prefect.
Well. The only way out of this was to deny, deny, deny.

"I hate to turn the tables on your friend here, but she seems to be trying to frame me. Obviously, I'd never throw a dungbomb. What kind of lunatic would I be if I did that?" Shield his nose for effect. "Really. The smell is terrible. I would never dare to set off something so malodorous."

Sniffle, sniffle. Aaaand a cringe. "You believe me, don't you, Wesley?"

Bored?

Of course not.

To someone without the privilege of hearing her thoughts, it might have looked like Melanie was merely wandering aimlessly about the hallway... And, truly, she WASN'T. She was wandering aimlessly for the purpose of wandering aimlessly! Technically, being aimless for a few moments was her aim. Therefore, she wasn't doing anything "aimlessly" at all. Really. It made perfect sense.

Thinking about things that didn't matter, and aren't even worth writing out, (simply because it was easier than thinking about things that did matter) Melanie continued leisurely down the hallway, humming a soft tune to herself. She paused by the entrance to the kitchen, titling her nose up a little as she caught the scent of one of the dishes drifting through the hallway. MMMm, yes, that smelled good...

...Pie? Or maybe some sort of tart...? She honestly couldn't tell.

Anastasia was confused the sleep was getting to her, mybe it wasn't him of course she didn't exactly see him throw the dungbomb so it could have been someone else. Right? Her Lac of sleep could be playing with her head. And the smell! so foul who would be hallucinating.

However he was the only one in the hallway when she looked over who else would it be.

Look what a bit of extra studying can do to one.

Anastasia had a strong feeling it was him, a matter of fact she new it was him but how could she get him to confess in front of the prefect.
"Look I don't mean to blame this on anyone, but there was no one else around here you were the one sneaking around.." Anastasia said in a calm voice. She had managed to calm down and was going to get to the bottom of this in a calm manner.. or at least try.

He'd been waiting, for quite a while now, and he'd been resisting the urge to step inside the Kitchen because he was waiting for the Captain. No, he wasn't going to explain why he'd missed practice today, unless she asked for it.

That was not his reason for staying outside the Common Room. There was a much more important reason. One that revolved around Quidditch too.

He smiled at the sight of his Captain in the Corridor, and totally walked towards her. "Melanieee!" he exclaimed, smile disappearing as soon as he approached her, "I have a question," certainly, because he didn't bother on asking her how she was doing or anything of the sort, "Is there a possibility that we can play against Ravenclaw at the Championship game?" yes, Treyen was TOO concerned about that, "Because Ellie said they do, and I don't think so," rambling, he was rambling, "I thought you ought to know whether they can still joins us or not." Eyes on the Captain. Waiting for a much expected answer.

Having been around Iris's group often enough to understand Jimbo-lango (though not long enough, to, obviously, understand other aspects of the Slytherin boy), Wesley translated his question without even blinking. "Of course," she answered, mirroring Jimbo's own confused face, "Iris and I've been friends since our first year. Why do you ask?"

Really; it was an incredibly out-of-place question to ask. First because they were talking about dungbombs, and secondly, because he knew the answer. "Are you feeling okay?" Wesley reached out a small hand, stepping on her tiptoes to touch his forehead ... needless-to-say, she was off by a good couple inches feet.

Struggling to check his temperature, the sixth year mentally urged him to bend over, but then -

Huffie Prefect?

For the first time, Wesley realized, or at least thought she realized, why Torin had told her to drop the Prefect title before his name. It felt, like they weren't friends anymore - like there was a difference between them, when in reality there was none.

"Please, you don't-," Her request was cut short, however, as suddenly picked up where he left up. Or rather, sort-of, changed topics? Wait, no, returned to the topic at hand.

A little bewildered by Jimbo's shifting moods, Wesley listened attentively.

Oh! Oh poor Jimbo! She understood perfectly, and her little face crumpled with concern, "I believe you, Jimbo! But, Anastasia, she wasn't trying to frame you. No, no, she was just confused. She's a good girl, really, honestly! She's one of my best friends! Oh, don't cry Jimbo! Don't cry, it's alright. Nobody's going to put you in detention!"

Pulling a clean, pressed handkerchief out of her pocket, Wesley offered it to the Slytherin. "It's all just a bit of confusion. See, I'll fix it,"

She unplugged her nose, using the now free hand to unholster her wand and directed it towards the offending pile of brown. Forming a small circle with a twist of her wrist, Wesley whispered,"Evanesco."

Just like that, the dungbomb vanished, leaving behind only an overpowering stench.

"There," she offered him a small, comforting smile. No need to tell Jimbo that now the dungbomb was, well, sort-of inside them all. Wesley'd pull it back into being later, when she could dispose of it properly.

"Just because you didn't see anyone else, doesn't mean no one else was around. They could've been under an invisibility cloak or using a disillusionment charm," the Hufflepuff replied, equally calm, while reholstering her wand, "If Jimbo wasn't telling the truth, that'd mean he'd be lying. And lying is bad, and Jimbo is a good boy. He doesn't lie."