Selina nodded at both of his sentiments and then said, "Well can we just agree to disagree on both of these subjects? I mean I am seriously starting to get a headache over all of these different Muggle things. And I'm not nearly as ignorant of Muggle things as most Witches and Wizards. So if you can't explain it to me good luck telling someone like Violet what a telephone is."

Christopher nodded in agreement. "Well it's more likely than not that Muggle things won't be a part of my life if I live with you, so I guess it doesn't really matter anyway," he said. He chuckled at Selina's Violet and telephone statement, trying to even imagine having to explain something like that to her. "I think I might pass on that one. I wouldn't want to get a shoe thrown at me in frustration or something."

"Oh, but Selina? On the subject of Muggle things, I was wondering if maybe, well in two years anyway, if your parents would let me take Driver's Ed? I've always really wanted to be able to, well when I'm old enough and everything."

Selina laughed at his sentiments toward Violet and the whole telephone hypothetical. It was true, a shoe would most likely be thrown at him if he attempted to even try to explain it to her. 'Course Violet had hundreds of shoes... so what shoe he would get in the face or back would be an interesting thing to think about, "Yeah, although if you asked her... it would make for some really good entertainment on my end."

Then he asked about Driver's education, "Sure, I don't see why not? Although why would you want to drive one of those Muggle death traps when you could just apparate when you get your license or even Floo?"

Christopher laughed at Selina's witty comments that came around so very often. "Well when she comes over this summer, and you ever get a little bored, I'll have to remember to try that out, though you may want to remind me so that I don't try to back out. Having a hundred pairs of shoes being pelted at your face isn't exactly something that sounds like my idea of fun," he joked.

"I don't know, I mean of course I'd like to be able to apparated and use flop powder and all, but Muggle traditions are something I grew up with, and I don't want to ever lose that, because it's kind of a part of me. When you turn sixteen, you get a car. That's just a big Muggle custom, and it honestly sounds rather fun," he replied earnestly.

Selina chuckled, "I'll be sure to make a mental note of entertainment for this summer. Just so you know though... I may just set you up and not give yo fair warning. That's sounds more fun than planning your abuse."

Selina nodded, "I'm sure my Dad would be okay with that. Mum is a half-blood so she grew up with cars too. 'Course don't expect me to get in that three ton death trap with you."

"Oh God, won't that be just be a pleasant time," he joked, rolling his eyes at her. "But do you have friends over often in the summers? Like, will Elektra and Violet and Kurumi and that lot all be over frequently?" he wondered aloud.

At this, Christopher perked up a little. "Do you think..... she could teach me?" he asked, referring to 'she' as her mum. At her next remark he joked, "Aww, come on, Sel! Not even one little car ride? We could go on a road trip!"

When he asked about the summer time Selinan nodded, "Yeah Kurumi usually stays a week or so and Violet stays for like... the whole summer. She has her own room... And Elektra's family and mine are complicated. So she comes when she can. We just got lucky for a little while last summer."

"I'm sure Mum would love to teach you. She has wanted an excuse to buy one of those death traps for years. Dad says its a waste of time, but hey who I am to judge what Mum likes to do?" Then he suggested that they take a ride together and Selina started to back away from him, "Oh no, no, no! You keep that car away from me!"

"Oh, cool! I guess we'll never be bored then," he said with a grin. "Wait, what? What's so complicated about your two families?" he asked, genuinely curious. Maybe that had something to do with when they were fighting on the Old Ship a few months before. Well, more like it definitely had something to do with that. If he rememered correctly, there was a lot of shouting about fathers.... he had no clue what any of it was about, but it was very heated and yelly.

"Really? Oh man, that would be wonderful! I'm glad to give her an excuse to- wait what!? She'd buy me my own car!?!?!" he asked, sure that he heard her wrong. There was no way that Mrs. Skylar would do that, cars were a lot of money. But he soon forgot about it when Selina was so eager to avoid the car. He grinned and said, "Oh no! No, no, no! You are going in at least one car ride with me! I swear I will get you to go with me one time! It'll happen, Sel. Just you wait!"

Selina shifted awkwardly when he asked about the issues between the Draven and Skylar family. To be honest she really didn't know about the issues very detailed between their two fathers. All she did know was that they went to school together and did not get on very well and that there had been a fight between the two that had been very heated. She knew that Connor Draven and Jake Skylar were not on good terms with one another. Even her mother had commented a few times that Selina wouldn't understand, it was just a long history. "I don't know honestly. All I know is that our two Dad's don't really get on and that Mr. Draven is a scumbag via my Dad. But then Elektra says that my Dad is a mixed mut with no morals. Its a long standing rivalry between our two families. So having Elektra be one of my best friends gets awkward when family is around."

When he averted the subject back to the car Selina nodded, "Yeah, why are cars expensive? I wouldn't know. We don't have one. And you are out of your cotton picking mind... I am NOT getting in that car with you."

Christopher nodded understandingly. From the way she spoke, he could definitely tell she was uncomfortable talking about it. So instead of forcing her to, he just dropped the subject. Except for one little tid bit that confused him. "........... A mixed mutt with no morals...? What does that even mean?" he asked, very unsure about why Elektra would say something that sounded so rude and just plain mean, because he hadn't an idea what it did mean at all! "I thought your dad was a pure blood." He recalled that had come up in conversation once before. So why would she call him a mixed mutt?

At the mention of car costs, he shrugged shyly. "Kind of, yeah. At least our family couldn't afford a very good one," he said blushing as he thought of their old beat up station wagon. "....Cotton picking mind?" he asked, smirking, though the blush hadn't quite left his face. "Aww, Sel! Come on! It'll be so fun! Plus, I know you'll change your mind once the time comes. I thought you liked going on adventures. Or maybe you just aren't brave enough," he teased her.

Polyjuiced as Lara Black
 

With a slight spring to her step, Salander Lara made her way out of the library. She's even began skipping, something she has never done as Salander, at least not since he hit his teens.

She caught her reflection in the mirror as she skipped by, then decided to skip back to look at herself. Looking at herself as a girl was so odd, yet at this point started to feel familiar. There was this general lightness to girls that was starting to feel comfortable, a kind of grace that seemed to be denied most of the male species.

She started to twirl in place just so she can watch her skirt swish back and forth. It was purely amusing for her, a kind of reaction that was oddly different back when he was a boy. As she readied herself for another jump-twirl, a curious thing caught her eye....

... just when did Lara's jaw get so dark?

She gasped and peered closer into the mirror. The scruff... it was coming back! She watched the 5 o'clock shadow get more and more visible, as part of her facial structure started to get fuller and more masculine. "Its wearing off already?" she whispered, cupping her hands to her cheeks consciously. She had better get back to the Potions classroom, because the last thing she wanted was to have Salander be seen rushing down corridors in a skirt!

Selina nodded at the mixed mut comment and thought she'd explain further, "You really didn't think that the only kind of witches and wizards were Muggleborns, Half-Bloods, and Purebloods did you? My Dad is Mixed, ergo he has a lot of magical blood but not enough to be considered a pureblood. My Dad's Mom is a Mixed Blood which means that her father was a Pureblood, which is a hundred percent magical blood, and her mother was a Half-Blood, which is fifty percent magical blood. If you do the math that makes my grandmother seventy-five percent magical blood. But then my Dad's father was a Half-Blood so if you add that to the seventy-five percent magical blood you get that my Dad is 62.5 percent magical blood. He's a mixed blood. And I'm even more mixed than my Dad. So that is a derogitory term for someone who is neither Half nor Pure."

And then he poked fun of her bravery, "I am plenty brave! I'm just not plenty stupid. Going on those kind of "adventures" is suicide."

Christopher looked at Selina, almost amused as he put it all together. "That is the most ridiculous thing I have ever heard. Ever. So what if you aren't completely a halfblood or a pureblood? We're all the same. We can all do magic, heck, even Muggles aren't so different," he said, nearly laughing at how silly the whole thing seemed. But when he remembered that his own friend had said that about her best friend's father, he thought about it very hard. Finally after a rather long pause, Christopher said thoughtfully, "So does that mean I'm a mudblood with no morals, or what? Because I certainly do have morals, just as your father certainly does. I also find it incredibly hard to believe that Elektra would say something like that. She seems like such a nice girl. Spunky, but nice."

The more they spoke of it, the more Christopher actually wanted to drive. Especially with his hopefully soon to be sister. "Come on, Sel! I've ridden in those things hundreds of times! Muggles use them just as much as wizards apperate and use Floo! Cars are made for safety, there even about a bazillion laws just for auto safety! Please Selina, you'll never know that you hate it or like it if you never even try!" he said, trying his best to persuade her.

Yes, it had been another one of those days. A day when the walls felt like they were closing in around her and air ceased to exist...

Marilyn was turning into a walking panic attack.

She'd tried to break things off with Rafe...but he wouldn't go away. He wouldn't let her forget, so she'd taken to staying in the Slytherin dorms. Seeing Rafe was hard...and he wasn't accepting that she just needed to be away from him.

Chancing it, the blonde had decided upon a walk, hoping against everything that she did NOT run into him. Things were weird. She was in a weird place right now...and him pushing her was NOT helping...

Sighing, she stepped onto the top of the fourth floor corridor, looking around anxiously. Marilyn didn't sense him near, which had been another weirdness she wasn't prepared to deal with. Deciding that this was as good as it was going to get, she ventured down the dark dreary corridor. Her soul was learning to find solace in these types of places. Maybe that came from spending so much time in them...

Carter was walking back to the common room after a long day of classes. He had a good two hour break before dinner and was planning on wasting it in the common room.

At least, that was his plan. But he changed his mind when he spotted a blonde turning along the corridor up ahead.

He smirked to himself before holding his bag against himself and running to catch up with her.

"You know. You shouldn't walk down such creepy corridors by yourself." he said with a smile. "You may give people the wrong idea."

Marilyn kept at a steady pace, the rhythm of her footfalls soothing her mind into a idle state...

Suddenly a voice came out of nowhere right next to her ear...and the blonde nearly jumped out of her skin. Wand was in hand before Marilyn even thought it, whirling around to face the guilty party. When she seen it was Carter, however, she relaxed.

Smacking him in the shoulder, she smirked. "You trying to cause me to have a heart attack? Announce yourself, Gryffindor." She wiped the back of her hand against her forehead, smiling at his choice of words. "What wrong idea might that be, Phillips? That I'm secretly wanting someone to kidnap and take advantage of me?"

Carter stared at the wand in his face for a second. Sneaking up on Marilyn was not a good idea. Note to self.

He smiled again when Marilyn lowered her wand and smacked him. "Aw. But that would take the whole fun out of surprising you." he jokingly protested. "How am I supposed to get a little smack like that if you know I'm coming?"

He smirked. "Yes." he said with a nod. "You'd be surprised. Any time a girl is alone is the perfect time for a guy to make his move. Walking along abandoned corridors is practically an invitation."

He looked around the corridor as if expecting a guy to jump out of the shadows. "So tell me Miss Force. Am I interrupting something? Or am I just the lucky guy that got to you first?" he teased.

It was a pleasant surprise to see Carter...Unlike the last time they'd ran into each other, she felt no feelings of awkwardness or discomfort. It was...nice.

"You think you're so clever, huh?" She was rolling her eyes playfully. "You are, indeed, the first to have gotten to me. I suppose it's just your lucky day..." pushing her blonde hair back over her should, she winked at him suggestively. Of course, she couldn't keep the look long because in the next instant she was smiling. "Walk with me?"

Carter smirked. "I'd like to think I have my clever moments." he said still smirking. "And it would seem to be my lucky day indeed. Yours too I might add. You have my undivided attention until dinner." Which, at that moment, his attention would be completely devoted to eating everything in sight.

He felt his face heat ever so slightly as she winked at him. He couldn't deny that her winking was enough to make any guy go crazy. Perhaps he should just kidnap her?

"Of course." he said with a smile falling into step with her. "Where we heading?"

"Thank you..." Marilyn smiled at Carter full on, grabbing his hand and pulling him along with her. "You know, I have no idea where I'm going." She smirked. "You're very trusting to just go along with me like this."

Out of the corner of her eye, she watched him. It was actually a good thing they'd ran into each other. She desperately wanted to ask how he was doing. The breakup with Caroline had been...abrupt...and while Marilyn was very pleased...She knew he had really liked the other Slytherin girl.

Carter couldn't help but sport a dopey smile as Marilyn pulled him further down the hall. True, it wasn't the first time she grabbed his hand, and it wasn't like it had been very long since the last time he'd held someone's hand, but it was comfortable none-the-less. He enjoyed the feeling. What could he say? He really did enjoy being in the company of girls, especially one as gorgeous as Marilyn.

He chuckled after she called him trusting. "Why Marilyn, do I have worry about being kidnapped now?" he asked throwing in a wink. He couldn't help but notice that things weren't at all awkward like the first time they'd run into each other. In fact, it seemed like their relationship had reverted back to how it was when they just met - fun, spontaneous, and, of course, filled with innocent flirting.

Marilyn grinned at his choice of words. "Like I could overpower you. Carter, have you bumped your head?" She continued to pull him along, enjoying the feel of his rough hand in hers. There was no denying that she'd missed Carter. Back when things were more simple and hormones weren't overworking everyone.

The blonde released a soft, wistful sigh. "You ever think about the past, Carter?"

Carter chuckled. "If I remember right, you do have a pretty quick wand hand." And being on the receiving end of that wand was not a very pleasant experience. He hoped not to be on that side of an attack from her ever again.

He looked over at her as she asked her next question. Did he think about the past? "What do you mean?" he asked. Was she talking about goblin wars... or... more along the lines of what happened with them? He wasn't about to openly confess that he did wonder what would have happened between them had it not been for Rafe... unless, she wanted to hear that.

"Har har...I'd never d-...." Marilyn's words broke off as they came to stand in front of a huge mirror. Her brow lifted, glinting back at her in the giant piece of glass. "Did you know this was here?"

She inspected it, trying to figure out whether or not it lead to anywhere. "Think we should explore?"

His question was momentarily forgotten. Marilyn had never heard of a mirror on the fourth floor...How long had it been there? This was what happened when you were yanked out of school before being able to have those tiny adventures. She'd missed out on learning all these cool things...

...But she refused to be upset about it. She was with Carter right now and everything was fine.

Carter followed Marilyn's gaze to a giant mirror. "No. I don't come on this floor much..." he said hypnotized by his reflection. "The library is here." he added, just in case she was confused as to why this floor wasn't a frequent stop for him.

He too followed her example and inspected it. He pulled the edge of the mirror and was surprised to find that it swung open. He smirked mischievously. "Of course." he said as if it never occurred to him to not explore.

He grabbed her hand and pulled out his wand. He whispered a "lumos" and headed in. The air felt a bit stale... which meant it probably didn't go too far... but, it did at least go further than his wand lit.