Ivan listened to her ramble on about why she did what she did, "Well it is a little hard when it seems you dislike all the friends I do make." He gave a shrug and continued to work his fingers along the bare skin on the base of her neck and around to her shoulders a small smile forming on his lips.

"The tickling of course," he said with a smirk. He traced his fingers down her side and sighed. "The statement is more true than you realize," he said distractedly as his eyes followed his fingers.

"Well that's not true. I just didn't feel comfortable with you palling around with Finlay. And of course Marie and that lot... but that is just bad blood. Nothing I can do to fix that it seems," she said with a little shrug. "THat point is moot now, though. So... it should be easier for you to enjoy your time here. Especially once I am gone," she said with a chuckle.

"Ivan." It was all she could say. She shifted so she could see his face and smiled sadly up at him. "There really isn't much special about me. You'll find someone else," she said in a constricted voice. She wanted to be selfish and tell him to wait for her. But she couldn't do that. She couldn't do it to him or her. She needed to FOCUS. Ivan made it hard to focus. Heheh.

"Well I wasn't, not really, he just happened to be around," he said with a shrug. He really needed to stop his fingers but he didn't want to and couldn't bring himself to stop. "Mmm," he said noncommittally at her last comment. He could make it easier sure or at least give it a good fake. Though she was right once she was gone it would be easier but he still didn't want her to go.

Hearing his name he pulled his eyes from his hand and looked into her face. His lips twitched and he brought his hand to her face tracing the familiar scar, "You think too poorly of yourself, love. You are very special." And he didn't want to find anyone else but he didn't voice that. He let his fingers move along her cheek and jaw and smiled softly, "I have an idea why not go back to how we were over the summer." Before the train.

"You aren't the first person to tell me that recently," she said as she let her eyes close. His finger tracing that scar was like home. It made her feel safe. "Yeah. Special in the sense that I need help?" she joked at her own expense.

His offer made her eyes fly open. "You think you could do that? Does that mean I can kiss you anytime I want... and taunt you... and make you miserable for my own amusement?" she said jokingly.

He looked at her as her eyes closed and smiled. The familiar feeling of this tugging at him relentlessly but he wasn't going to stop. Not unless she made him. "No," he said answering her question seriously. "Special as in you're special to me," he smiled slightly and gave a sigh.

Seeing her eyes open and hearing her questions his throat constricted. Could he do that and be able to keep anything more he felt to himself? He didn't have to think long. He probably couldn't separate the two but he would rather have her that way then not at all. "Yes I do and yes you can," he said with a nod as his fingers moved lightly over her lips quickly before returning to her cheek. Oh dear Merlin help him he was a glutton for punishment.

"You always flatter me, Ivan," she said softly. She stretched her legs out and sighed a bit. "You mean a lot to me too," she muttered. She didn't want to make it any harder on Ivan than it surely already was.

Hearing his answer and feeling his fingers on her lips she smiled as she sat up. Looking at him for a long moment she finally said, "Are you really sure?" Then without waiting for an answer she leaned forward and kissed his cheek gently.

He smiled and watched as she stretched out. You mean a lot to me too.... His smile widened and he relaxed a lot more. "Good," he said with a smirk wrapped his arm around her as she sat up. Maybe when she figured everything out they could try again....

He met her eyes as she looked at him and he swallowed. Was he sure? No. "Yes," was what left his mouth though and he closed his eyes as he felt her lips on his cheek. Sighing happily. Oh yes he was creating his own disaster and was really loving every minute of it. Tilting his head slightly he met her lips briefly and pulled back with a smirk. "So does that furball still hate me?" he asked so she didn't try and question his motives. She had to know better, he should have known better but he didn't care

Selina turned over the watch in her hand. What exactly was she suppossed to do? She knew that she had to transfigure it into a compass five times, but where even to begin. The first compass she had turned it into was dinky and not very good. But after talking to her mother in the post she now knew that it only got better through practice. She hoping by the fifth time the compass was good enough to show others.

So she sat by the window that was near the statue. Then she pulled out her wand. Concentrating on her watche she muttered, "Comletia!" Slowly, but surely, the watch turned into a compass. It was better than the one she had produced in class. It was small and round. The silver arrow was situated in the middle and the glass was somewhat foggy. But for a second attempt it was not bad. Only four more to go, Selina thought as she tucked the compass in her pocket.

Good? It could be disasterous. I think they both knew that. She leaned into him as he wrapped his arm around her and sighed slightly.

When their lips met she sunk into the kiss for the briefest moment. Returning his smile she shrugged her shoulders. "Not really sure. She pooped in one of the girl's shoes in my dorm though... There was no way I was cleaning that up though... so she stepped in it," Lexi said with a little giggle.

She looked at him for a long moment and then reached out to brush some stray hair off of his forehead and smiled. "I am really glad you are being understanding," she told him.

Ivan smiled as she leaned against him. Yup this was very bad of him but he found himself really not carrying. He couldn't help but think that James would call him crazy if he knew.

As she kissed him back he bit back a sigh and closed his eyes smiling to himself as he leaned his head back against the wall. Yup he was crazy but there was no way he could pull himself away from her. "That's kind of gross," he said making a face and shaking his head. Stupid furball.

Turning his head to look at her he smiled as she pushed some hair back and he closed his eyes. Understanding...yeah that's what he was. Simply smiling he pulled her against him and held her tightly. "You still need to show me how to have fun," he quietly with a smirk against her ear.

Well duh! "Yeah it was... that's why I didn't clean it up. Blamed it on someone else's animal." Seemed to work too. She had been keeping Juniper locked in her cage more frequently though. "I think she might be mentally ill or something," she said with a slight frown.

She giggled as he pulled her tighter. Then her lips pulled up into a little smirk. He wanted to see her idea of fun? Heheh. Quick as she could she brought her wand around and cast a silent and SUCCESSFUL Aguamenti in his face. Errupting in giggles she said, "Water fight?" That was always funsies.

Since no one else thought fire was as fun as her.

Raising an eyebrow he shook his head. And people wondered why he didn't have a pet. "I think she is too," he said with a chuckle remembering how the critter seemed to almost glare at him. Creepy little thing.

Hearing her giggle brought a grin to his face. He was just so happy to be holding her that he didn't even catch her movement until he felt a blast of water in his face. Well at least it helped to cool him down a bit. Sputtering he ran his sleeve over his arm and pulled his own wand out. "You're on," he said with a smirk. Though...shouldn't they do this outside? "Outside?"

Lexi wriggled free of him and was on her feet as quickly as she could manage. Good thing she was in trainers. Heheh. Without a word she cast the charm again, this time aiming for the front of his trousers. "Here is just fine... but if you want to go outside we can... but you will have to catch me first!" she said as she took off running down the corridor as fast as her long legs would carry her. Giggles could be heard the whole way. Heheheh!

Sierra headed from the Slytherin Common Room and up flights and flights of stairs, finally ending up somewhere along the seventh floor corridor. She'd only been up here once before, but she'd ended up in the observatory that time. This time, she found herself standing by some--statue.

No matter what it was, though, it seemed like a great meeting place for the two of them. It was kind of out of the way and unless she was just looking in all the wrong places, it didn't very heavily populated. She stood out of the way and occasionally glanced up and down the corridor.

He wasn't going to be late, was he?

He honestly wasn't sure what to expect from this meeting, or what exactly he was supposed to do. So all he could focus on was doing the best that he could, whatever it turned out to be.

Hands tucked in his pockets, he made his way down from the common room and to the Statue, a light frown of consideration on his expression. Only when he neared the stone carving did he glance up, a slight smile touching his lips as he caught sight of the first year. "Miss Greingoth?" Best to be sure rather than sorry.

Miss Greingoth?

She thought she'd taken care of that during one of their owls to one another, but she guessed he was just being polite. She was only eleven-years-old, though, so unless this boy was a professor--which he wasn't--the title just seemed too old for her.

"Sierra," she stated, pushing herself off the wall she'd been leaned against. "Sierra is just fine." Was she supposed to call him Mr. Dakest? ...because, she wasn't. "Sabel," she greeted, "is it alright to call you by your first name?" She wasn't sure. He'd called her Miss, after all. Maybe it'd been the way he was taught?

She peered up and down the corridor before turning back to him. "Thanks for meeting up with me," she continued. "I'll admit that having another student help me wasn't exactly what I had in mind." She wasn't that great with admitting failure, and it had taken a lot for her to go to Lafay in the first place.

"Please don't take that the wrong way," she added, her eyes flashing up to his. She paused for a few seconds before adding, "You're in Aparecium, you know."

Ah right, first names. Probably better. And easier. "It's no problem at all. And Sabel's fine."

He relaxed a little more at the girl's relatively easy composure and couldn't help but smile at her statement. "Ah the Aparecium. Interesting bit of words on parchment. Better than how I was mentioned in them last year." A light, unconcerned shrug left his shoulders. "Personally I found the mention rather amusing this time." A slight tilt had his head on an angle. "Is that...worrisome to you?"

Oh, good. So Sabel was fine with first names, which was also fine with Sierra, of course. Having to ask him to help her was hard enough. Calling him Mr. Dakest, too, would have just done her in. She may have even decided that meeting up with him just wasn't worth it after all.

She didn't have to worry about any of that, though. They'd be Sabel and Sierra. She nodded once and then gave him a slight smile....followed by a wrinkle of the eyebrows. "You've been in Aparecium before?" she questioned. "So what happened then?" It may have been a personal question, but wasn't conversation what they were pretty much here for? It seemed like a better question than 'How's the weather?'

Shrugging, she said, "I don't think so. Why? Should the current Aparecium mention worry me?" What would it matter to her whether or not Lafay gave Sabel some mysterious assignment? It was probably an extra-credit brewing or something trivial.

"No. It shouldn't." The tilt of his head and easy grin spoke of the Aparecium's words holding a little more to it than a simple 'no'. Of course, given Sierra wanted to be all secretive about this 'learning process' perhaps the answer was more honestly a 'possibly'? Still, she didn't know and no one else did, so there wasn't anything to worry about in his opinion.

A slight shrug of his shoulders left him as he shook his head a little. "As for last year, it was a misunderstanding." More than that; a misunderstanding and invasion of privacy. Not exactly something he wanted to bring mention of back into the halls of Hogwarts. Anything seemed to be reportable and he didn't care to resurrect those ghosts. The glance he spared Sierra said as much, but had a compliance that indicated he would answer her questions if she insisted.

"So...is the Aparecium the topic of discussion today?" Because he truly, honestly had no idea what they were supposed to talk about.

Sorry this took so long. XD
 

Sierra just shrugged off all thoughts of the Aparecium. If there wasn't any reason for her to worry, then she wasn't going to take the time to give it a second thought. So the boy had been given an extra Potions assignment by Lafay--big deal. Who wanted an extra Potions assignment anyway?! Certainly not her...

He didn't seem like he wanted to go into too many details about his Aparecium debut last school year, so Sierra shrugged that off, as well. It was just as well. They weren't exactly hear to discuss the Aparecium and had really only used it as a conversation starter.

"Oh, no. It isn't...but I'm not really sure what is," she admitted. "Are you Muggleborn or something?" she added, a second later. "Is that why Professor Lafay sent you to assist me?" ....oh, my. She was...she was the reason he was in Aparecium, wasn't she?!

Sabel blinked at the girl. "Is that.....yes....I am muggleborn." Did Lafay not talk to Sierra about any of this? Cue awkward shifting and a furrow of his brow in confusion.

"She said...she just said you were having a bit of trouble with muggle stuff." He let a slight shrug of his shoulders dismiss the frown in an attempt at appearing non-judgmental. "I'm here to offer another perspective if you want it. I don't know everything, but I'm more than happy to do my best in explaining things." Another shrug left him. "If you want my perception that is."

Oh.

Had he thought she was hinting toward a prejudice for Muggleborns? He'd gotten all awkward on her for some reason, at least. "I was just curious about your bloodline," she answered, "but only because Lafay chose you to help me." The most common choice for a Muggle tutor would be a Muggleborn, yes? She'd thought so.

A few seconds ticked by as she thought about the best way to reply to him. She wasn't exactly sure what to ask--or where to begin, for that matter. "Sabel, I'm--not really sure where to go from here," she admitted. Now it was her turn to shift awkwardly and change her gaze to the floor. "How about--is there anything you think I should know related to what we've been talking about in class?" That would probably be the best starting point. Class was really the only reason she felt she needed to know more about Muggles.

Blinking, Sabel felt the furrow of his brow relax and the confusion pass away. So they were both in the pond of being rather clueless as to what was supposed to happen or be said. Lafay hadn't exactly made a teaching outline and Sierra seemed to be at just as much of a loss as himself.

"My apologies, I thought Lafay might have told you my bloodline." He gave a slight shrug of one shoulder to dismiss the erroneous assumption. "I guess, that depends which class you are talking about? Muggle studies or...every other class?" Given they all had touched on muggles one way or another in regards to the Statue. A very strange semester.

As Christopher was turning the corner by the huge Lachlan the Lanky statue, he saw a familiar little red-head crouched over something by the window. He was honestly really surprised to see her doing something other than playing or talking about Quidditch. Well, she probably had time for something other than the sport once in a while.

"Hey Selina. What're you doing all squished up by the window?" He smiled, but soon grew curious by the mystery object in her hands. "What've you got there?" This could be interesting.

Selina was so into her homework that she did not even hear the person approach her. When the voice began to talk to her Selina jumped in shock. "Who are...? Oh hey Chris. Sorry about that. Just, um, doing some homework. You, uh, want to sit down? And it's a compass now. It was a watch. Didn't you come to transfiguration the other day?"