Leaning against one of that cold bathroom walls which probably had germs on it, Josh hardly cared about germs anyway, the Gryffindor boy had been thinking...well...not for a long time but thinking anyway. Perhaps thinking about important stuff that might determine one's future was not a suitable thing to do in a bathroom yet this place seemed to be the only one he had managed to be alone. However, not much, but after about five minutes the boy had started to get bored. Why? Because he did not want to think about this stuff anymore and he actually did not like to be alone. It was deadly boring. Not as deadly as being in the library yet still...boring.

Pushing himself off the wall, Josh walked to one of the sinks and simply stared at his amazingly handsome reflection in the mirror. Of course, the moment he did, the dark brown eyes was fixed on the scar at the right side of his face, not really the sight anymore but the memories it brought annoying him pretty much.

Scoffing a little at it, he let the water in the sink distract him and then...what...could he do? Eh. To fight with this boredom of his, he began to moisten that already messy dark brown hair of his.

Carter had no idea how his hands always managed to get dirty after eating breakfast. It wasn't like he picked up a pancake with his bare hands... so he shouldn't have syrup all over them... right?

Wrong!

So once again Carter found himself heading to the bathroom to wash his hands before getting ready for the day. Pushing open the door to the bathroom he saw something that made him stop in his tracks. He snickered at the sight.

"Were you just... checking yourself out?" he asked his friend.

"If you were... well, that's just a little weird mate." he said. "And it also means your currently depriving some poor girl of checking you out." he added as he washed his hands.

What? There was a such thing as karma when it came to checking it out. That's why guys don't spend as much time in front of mirrors as girls did.

It made total sense.

Totally ignoring the sound of the door being opened and the footsteps afterwards, Josh went on messing with that messy hair, now tiny drops of water sliding down his face and back of his neck. Meh. Who cared anyway? Apparently, he didn't. Then running a quick hand through that now wet hair, a broad smirk appeared on his face when his eyes caught the reflection of Carter approaching in the mirror.

And it was just impossible not to snort playfully at his words. Bahahaha! Yea, of course. ''That and my make up.'' he said trying to sound kind of girly ''Don't you think it would look way better on me if i used some pink....there.'' Pink what? Mmm...what was that thing girls used to colour their lips? Pffft whatever. Laughing at his own words anyway, the boy turned to face his friend raising an eyebrow at him. Depriving some poor girl checking him out?

Eh...

Lately they, girls, definitely did not feel deprived of anything when it concerned him. ''Gah!'' he exclaimed trying to manage a serious expression. ''But seriously mate, do not mention girls to me right now. They seem scarier and scarier to me as time passes.''

*sigh*

Jonathan walked into the boy's lavatory... finally! He needed to wash his hands because apparently he thought he could handle all the mud outside. Jonathan is quite the OCD type, well to his self that is. He wants everything to be clean, neat and proper. Heck, even his uniform right now are all worn properly.

Upon reaching the sink he looked at those muddy, disgusting filth in his hands. He didn't even dare sniffing it--- now why would he anyway? Washing his hands with soap and water felt really good. Ahhh, they're clean. His focused now was looking at himself in the mirror. He stared at the mirror for awhile, checking out ever minute details (possibly, a pimple).

In the end, he just washed it all up. Taking a deep breath, he thought about Jeanne for awhile. "Where's Jeanne, anyway?" or "Ever since we stepped in Hogwarts, i haven't had the time to see her anymore" not that he's clingy or something, he's just worried. Is he avoiding her?

Carter raised and eyebrow before bursting out laughing.

Then Josh got serious looking. It had happened a few times before and every time Carter thought Josh looked strange. "Girls? Scary?"

In Carter's opinion Evelyn was really the only girl he considered 'scary.' But that was probably because he had been hunted down by her friends after nearly killing her accidently hitting her with a quaffle.

Which... maybe Josh just realized Evelyn was scary?

"What happened?" he asked giving his friend a concerned pat on the back. Last time he checked Josh was doing fine. In fact, he was dating Evelyn. Oh wait... they were broken up at the time of the quidditch match. Were they back together now?

SWEET MERLIN! Carter realized he had no idea what was going on. He had been so distracted with his own life he hadn't noticed anything going on in anyone else's.

Toby needed to know all the ways and places at Hogwarts, but he didn't! So, he decided to walk trough the whole castle, until he knew everything. He has already found a few clasrooms and he could walk from his Common Room to the Great Hall without getting lost! But because he didn't have many friends yet, he walked alone. But he didn't mind, if there were more people with him, he'd walk trough the castle but forget everything.
So, finally, he had found a lavatory too. This could be usefull. He walked inside and washed his hands. He looked around. Even the lavatory was wonderfull to see!

Mordred wondered why the boy's bathroom should be all the way up on the 6th floor. "They totally forgot about the Slytherins living down in the dungeons." he thought to himself. He frowned because he had to go all the way up here to be alone. Mordred was having a bad day, and going all the way up to the sixth floor for some privacy did not help at all. He was somewhat relieved to see Toby inside.

"Toby!" he called out. "Good you're here." he said as he washed his hands. "I need to tell you something, but not here." he said almost in a whisper. "It's about Quidditch and some other stuff." he said looking away. He sighed and shook his head. "I'll meet you inside our dormitory." he said as he exited the door.

Well...yes. What was so difficult to understand with it? Girls were scary when they wanted to be. He thought everybody knew that. A girl's mind could produce very evil and dangerous stuff only other girls could foretell or figure out. And now Josh felt like he was kinda surrounded by this danger. Staring at his own dark brown eyes in the mirror for a moment, the lion boy sighed again and turned back to his friend and housemate.

''Yeah...them'' Those girls ''Scary.'' And of course Carter was going to ask what was wrong. And good friend would do that. Yet the problem was that Josh was not feeling like sharing any such thing with anyone. He knew, being a close friend, Carter might find slightly disappointing or perhaps upsetting but thinking about it already created some tense over the boy so he couldn't tell how talking about it would feel.

One never knew without experiencing though. Plus if one of the things he feared might happen to him, it would be helpful if someone else knew about it. So smiling at the other lion boy's friendly pat before taking a deep breath to explain what had happened. Eh...where could he begin with? It would be best to mention the biggest one first. ''A girl i met about a certain time ago, well one can call her an ex...of mine, thought it would be nice to transfer to Hogwarts. And...'' *groan* ''...ironically, she has been sorted in Slytherin. She and Evelyn know each other now and things are not easy for none of us as you can imagine. Especially not for me.''

He greeted Mordred and when he was done in the Boy's Bathroom he walked to the Dungeons, to the Slytherin Common Room.

Carter turned his head to the side once more. It seemed like something was seriously bothering his friend.

And.... that would explain it. "Some other girl? When did that happen?" he asked. He was clearly surprised. He didn't even know that Josh liked girls. And by that he meant he didn't know that Josh liked girls other then Evelyn.

"I'm sorry mate." he said not knowing what else to say. "Do they... umm... know that you know both of them?" he asked. More importantly, do they know that he dated both of them?

Anakin drug himself into the boy's bathroom, frowning at his hands. He'd tripped right outside the door and landed, palm first, on a rather nasty patch of gum on the ground. Who threw their GUM in the HALLWAY? Merlin's beard!

The 15-year-old couldn't get to the bathroom fast enough to wash it all off, he was a bit of a germophobe. In fact, evening standing in the bathroom was bugging him. But it was for a good 'cause. Get rid of the nasty gum saliva germs off his hands. BLECK.

Sebastian walked into the boy's bathroom, exploring the wonders of Hogwarts, yes, even the boy's bathroom was a wonder to him. He had missed this place over the summer and he didn't even know until last minute that he was coming back. And now, he was catching up with his friends and having more fun than last year. As Seb was exploring the boy's bathroom he caught a glimpse of a boy at the last sink, washing his hands furiously as it seemed that the boy had something on it. However, this boy was different, this boy seemed...familiar.

"Oi, you!" Sebastian called, walking over to the boy. Hmm, was that...Anakin?

Anakin frowned at his now pink-from-scrubbing hands, before sighing and deeming them officialy de-germed. Shutting off the running water, and reaching for a few paper towels to dry his hands, Anakin glanced up into the mirror and spotted a face behind him-

A familiar face at. Bliinking slightly, Anakin furrowed his brow before spinning around. Half expecting to have been hallucinating, only to find he wasn't. It really WAS Sebastian he was seeing in the mirror. "CRABCAKES!?" Yelling out nicknames just made reunions that much better.

When had it happened? Was it really important when it had happened anway? The problem was that i had happened and now the girl was a sixth year she-snake walking around in Hogwarts. ''During a summer right before Evelyn was officially my girlfriend'' And that was totally a mistake in which he was dragged into by the girl herself. A bad, very bad mistake.

''Well...what is done is done.'' Josh went on right after his friend uttered the words that told he was sorry. ''The only thing i can do now, i think, somehow avoid all the trouble that would lead me.'' But how could he avoid something he didn't know of? He had no idea what a dangerous mind of a dangerous girl could produce after all.

And one more question by Carter of which answer was going to make it obvious what a vulnerable situation he was in ''Yes, they do. They have already started confronting each other slowly step by step''

Carter ran a hand through his hair and thought for a moment. "So, what have they been talking about?" he said in reference to the two girls. "I mean, if Evelyn has nothing to worry about than it shouldn't get too bad... right?"

Unless, Evelyn did have something to worry about.

Or, unless Josh's second girl was as scary as Evelyn...

"Yeah... avoiding trouble would probably be the best..." he said.

How hard could it be to avoid a Slytherin girl? He'd managed to do it for a long time. "Anything I can do?" he asked. If the second girl still fancied Josh - and that was the problem - then it wouldn't be too hard to find an available guy to take an interest in her.

Spike was in his element. Pretty literally, in many respects. One might think he'd got a bit of a tan over the summer - and they'd be right. But not this much. His current skin tone was, on closer inspection, made from a layer of dry and dusty mud. It was probably given away more by the smears across his face, and the twigs and leaves caught up in his ruffled curls.

Making his way to the basins, Spike grinned at himself in the mirror. It'd been a good time out on the grounds, looking for his next pet. Unfortunately he hadn't found one, but the intrepid explorer hadn't been put off. Actually, the only reason he'd come in was for dinner. He couldn't look efficiently on an empty stomach. But he had a feeling the other 'Claws wouldn't be too impressed if he went to dinner in his current state...and hence the visit to the bathroom to get cleaned up.

Rolling up his sleeves, he started the tap running to warm up. And splashed his face fairly carelessly.

Tub of bruise paste in his hand Finlay Carmicheal wandered towards the boys bathroom. He needed to get rid of this bruise now. It wasn't really that good the headboy wandering around with a big bruise on his face. People already seemed to be scared of him enough, no need to make them have a reason to hate him.
But as he wandered into the bathroom he got a little distracted. Spike was there. Finlay knew it was Spike. He would recognise that little kids hair anywhere. Although the dude seemed to be very dirty at the moment. Like his hair had all twigs and things in it.

"Oh Spikeee." Finlay laughed, as he wandered over to his little Ravenclaw, dumping the bruise paste onto the sink of the next basin. Yes. He really didn't need to forget to pick that back up. "You look a little...dirty." Like he'd been dragged through a hedge backwards.

Water warm, and sink now full, Spike was in full flow splashing water over his face. And probably over his shoulders a fair bit too. Droplets of grotty water rolled down his cheeks, and he wiped them stubbornly away. At the sound of Finn's voice, Spike looked up, blinking the water from his eyes.

Dirty? Spike shook his head, spraying more water round the room. "Nah, this isn't dirty..." he said with a grin. "This is merely surface dust." He gave the older boy a nod. It was true. Spike had definitely been MUCH dirtier. He'd even fallen in a bog once. Or twice, if you counted the time he was pushed in. Or three times if you counted when he'd been pulled in...

With a shrug, Spike pushed his bedraggled hair from his face. "And you're a fine one to talk," he said pointedly at the older boy. Though, it was more excitedly than anything else, because that was some bruise going on there. Almost as good as his double black eyes. Almost. He gestured at it, accidently flicking water at the Headboy. "What's that mess?"

"Spike..." Finlay laughed, as he couldn't help but glance in the mirror. Mmm. Looking good Carmicheal, Looking good. With a satisfied nod, Finlay turned back to Spike, and leant against the sink. "Theres more dirt on you than theres not." He shook his head, with a grin. To be honest it didn't really bother Finlay that much. He had been a mucky pup like that when he was Spike's age. So it was okay really. "At least you're thinking about getting clean though..." Part of him had thought that maybe he woudln't have even bothered.

Oh. Spike would notice the bruise on his face. Finlay laughed, glancing back at the mirror. "A bruise?" He grinned, nodding towards the bruise paste on the sink. "Someone punched me...and broke my nose." Yup. War wounds. Not that Finlay had really wanted them. But oh well. Some things you couldn't get out of really. Oh well.

"There isn't!" Spike answered defiantly, crossing his arms over his chest. He didn't have to clean up a bit for dinner. He could have gone just like he was. Leaves, grass, mud and all. And the stuff he probably desposited through the castle on his way here. Though, looking around him, there was now a fair amount of water on the floor as well. He gave Finn a crooked grin. Could the Headboy dock him points for messing up a bathroom? Surely not. Maybe. He nibbled his lip and tried to look at Finn innocently.

"Something like that," Spike said with a wink. "A good colour it is too." He spied the bruise paste, and eyed it. Bad stuff that was. Why'd you want to cover up an awesomely coloured bruise? It was all tough and cool and stuff. Unless...? He looked at Finn curiously. "That somebody wasn't Jimmy, was it?" he asked quietly. "I told you I should have gone to see him." And with that, he pulled a distinctly unimpressed face at Finn. Full on Spike pout and all.

"Sure...." Finlay shook his head, grinning at little Spike. He knew the dude would understand when he got older...and wanted to impress girls. Finlay was hardly going to pull if he went around with dirt spread all across his face. Although...he had never tried that. So maybe it would work. Maybe he could try it....if nothing else worked. But he was Finlay Carmicheal, and every single girl loved him. Yup. He knew it. And the fact that he was headboy was totally another aspect that would make the girls love him.

"Mmm....it hurts tons though." Finlay frowned, glancing at the bruise again. He just wanted it to go away. He didn't like it. ".....it wasn't Jimmy." Finlay eyed Spike, shaking his head. He hadn't even talked to Jimmy yet. Finlay shrugged, pushing back the sleeves of his jumper. "It was a hufflepuff." An idiotic, and extremely stupid hufflepuff at that.

Spike pouted. "You don't have to be quite so harsh about it..." he said, eying Finn from under his hair. "At least I'm bothering." And Spike himself couldn't really care less. It was only because he thought people like Finn and Jimmy and Ellie would rather he wasn't quite so dirty at dinner. He felt quite at home running around covered in dirt. He'd had a whole awesome summer of it.

"But, that's nothing compared to my eyes," Spike said slowly. Did that mean he was braver than Finn about bruises? Or just that it'd been a VERY hard punch? His eyes widened slightly. "It wasn't?" Spike looked evidently relieved. But it did make him wonder who...? Surely it wasn't a wise idea for someone to punch the Headboy of all people. C'mon, Spike was slightly overawed by the Headboy. Still. Even though Finn had always been his hero. "Just a Hufflepuff? For no reason?" He frowned. "Idiot," he muttered under his breath. "Hope you gave him what for..." If he didn't, Spike quite possibly would.

"I'm headboy. Im supposed to be mean." Finlay smirked, as he glanced in the mirror again, fixing his hair again. He could kind of see what Neptune had been going on about now. Maybe he did need a bit of a hair cut. He'd ask her to cut it later. As long as she promised to do a good job of it. He didn't want to look silly or something. "I'm sure the other claws will be glad that you are bothering Spike." Finaly smiled at him. Yes. They would be very glad.

"Your eyes were very awesome." But really he was kind of glad that it wasn't that bad. He didn't exactly want to have bruises forever. It woudln't do very well consider that he wanted to find some pretty girls to snog. "I don't think anyone's bruises are going to bea tthose in a while." Finlay mused with a laugh. He hoped nobody got that hurt this year, especially not as badly as Jimmy had goten hurt last year. "It wasn't for no reason really..." Finlay shrugged, clearly still not impressed with it. "He's friends with Marie." That's who he blamed really. Marie needed to keep her friends in control.

Huh? Hang on. Finn was meant to be mean? Spike's bottom lip began to wibble. "That's not fair! Just cos you've got a shiny badge." He frowned at Finn in the mirror, watching him fiddle with his hair. Again. "You could help with getting the leaves out of mine," he suggested, sullenly. Because, to him, Finn's hair looked good as it was. "And the cobwebs. But not Matilda." He gave Finn a crooked smile. "Well, I didn't want mess everyone else up too. So, I hope so. Even if they don't know it." He gave Finn a cheeky wink, and rubbed a muddy spot on his nose.

"They were!" Spike brightened up considerably. "I hope not. Unless they're mine." Because he didn't want anyone to outdo his epic bruises. "Oh. Marie." She seemed to come up a lot recently. And yet, he still didn't know who she was. Apart from a Snake. And probably in an older year. "Did he like to holds hands with Marie too?"