Luna walked into the common room and sat on her favourite chair and looked at the fire she took out a note and a parsel she got earlier and opened it to find a mixture of honeydulk's sweets from her Brother and Rebecca she looked at the letter for a while then put it in her pocket

Dallin sighed. He thought that he should tell Alfie that it really didn't matter and to just forget about it. But she seemed interested. And if someone wanted to know, why not tell them? He wouldn't say anything that Ellie wouldn't want him to say. Although...

He took a deep breath, looking back at Alfie. When he started to talk, he didn't stop until he was completely finished. "It was a spur-of-the-moment thing when we started dating. Neither of liked each other like that. We hardly even knew each other. But it was fun, ya know." He shrugged. "Then one day she broke it off and didn't tell me why. I was upset for a while but then I realized I didn't really care, as long as we could still be friends. So when I saw her again, she explained why she had to end it. She -" he stopped short, looking away. His voice quieted to a whisper.

"I can't - I can't explain why. It's her business. But she's... there's just no way that we can..." He squeezed his eyes shut, feeling the tale-tell prick of tears. "I'm sorry." Why he was apologizing to her, though, he didn't know. For saying all this when she probably didn't want to know the whole story? Or for being unable to finish the explanation?

All he knew was that he had a headache and his eyes hurt.

Alfie was completely quiet, her large blue eyes fixed on the boy before her as she listened to him explain how his relationship with this girl had started; spur of the moment. She gave a brief nod of understanding, listening as he then told the story of how she'd broken up with him suddenly without reason, until she told him the reason later on. Which...seemed to be where Dallin was having trouble. Because then he couldn't seem to find his words, apologizing to her as though he had insulted her or something of the sort. The blonde gave a weak sympathetic smile, "You don't have to be sorry," she assured him softly, waiting a moment to see if he wanted to say anything else.

But it was just silence for a couple moments and the girl began to get the feeling that this wasn't a petty teenage-relationship situation. The problem must've been a little more serious than that. "You don't have to tell me," Alfie said softly, "But you can if you want to," she explained, hoping to get him to understand that she wouldn't push for more, but wouldn't stop listening either. "As for now," she said with a weak smile, "Have some chocolate. It'll make you feel better." She then picked up a chocolate frog from her candy collection on the table and handed it to the boy.

Dallin nodded wordlessly. He knew that he didn't have to be sorry, but he just was. Maybe it was just this new feeling of being hopeless over something. Maybe he felt like he was being dramatic and should just cheer up. He thought about it - but obviously it was easier said than done.

In the silence that followed, he told himself to take deep breaths to calm down. When he looked back at Alfie his eyes were dry even though they were still red. "Thanks," he said simply, smiling weakly. It was sort of nice to just know that he could talk to her if he wanted. When she offered him chocolate, he accepted it with another 'thanks' and bit the frog's head off so that it couldn't hop away.

"Do you normally have this much candy with you?" he asked in an attempt to lighten the mood.

Alfie gave a grin and shook her head with a soft chuckle as Dallin asked if she normally had this much candy with her, a question that rather amused her. It must've seemed like she was a walking candy store! "No!" she quickly assured him, taking a chocolate frog for herself and taking a bite. "I actually rarely eat candy," she explained, leaning back into her armchair with an amused smile, happy that they could make conversation that might make the boy feel a bit more comfortable. "My little cousins sent me a care package," she explained, her smile widened. "They're just little kids so their idea of a birthday present is sweets."

Taking a small bite from the frog, Dallin raised his eyebrows. She rarely ate candy? He could hardly believe that - he ate candy whenever he got the chance. But she obviously knew what she was missing out on, so he wasn't going to say anything about it. One corner of his mouth flickered up when he saw how she smiled when she talked about her cousins. That was sweet.

... O_O What was wrong with him? He had actually thought the word 'sweet.' His brain was definitely tired from having a hard day. That had to be the answer. "I don't know," he said, shrugging one shoulder very seriously. "I'm sixteen and I think that's a good present."

Alfie gave another soft laugh as Dallin shrugged and mentioned that at sixteen, he still believed that candy made a good present. "Well I can't say that I haven't enjoyed it," she admitted as she took another bite of chocolate, amusement on her expression. "It's actually a very impressive gift," she explained with amused, raised blonde eyebrows. "At the ages of 4, 7, and 9 they not only remembered the date of my birth," she began, "But they also remembered what my favourite candies were and that I don't like certain ones." She rose her blonde eyebrows once more as though to say, 'Don't you wish your little cousins had that kind of memory', playfully of course.

Dallin sort of smiled, chewing on his chocolate frog. Her cousins sounded cool - especially since they remembered that stuff about her. He didn't have any cousins since neither of parents had siblings. Plus, he was the youngest in his family so he didn't have any younger brothers or sisters. So he was never around little kids. He didn't even have nieces or nephews yet.

"Are you close to them, then?" He asked Alfie curiously.

Alfie gave a nod as Dallin asked if she was close to her cousins, a small smile crossing her expression. "Yeah, I'm pretty close to them," she agreed with a soft chuckle, giving a bit of a shrug. "I'm an only child, but it feels like they're my younger siblings, you know?" she explained as she finished off her chocolate. "They live only about a ten minute walk away from my house, and I'm usually the one who babysits them when their parents go out," she continued with a small smile. "They're really great kids."

She couldn't help but allow her mind to drift back to Dallin's current situation with his ex-girlfriend, the subject not entirely dropped yet, and vaguely wondered if he would bring it up once more. But she certainly wasn't going to suggest they go back to it, so she simply asked, "What's your family like? Do you have any cousins?"

Dallin nodded as Alfie explained her relationship with her cousins. It was kind of cool how she smiled when she talked about babysitting them. He knew for a fact that his older sisters had always disliked how they were treated as built-in babysitters when he was younger. Even though they hadn't had too hard of a time, considering they treated him like a doll and -- anyway. That was totally off subject and he didn't want to think of that.

He frowned as he looked away. He needed to keep talking about pointless things, or he'd start thinking again. And that would not be good. He swallowed before talking again. "I'm the youngest, after four sisters," he said as he looked back at Alfie. "No cousins. My parents were both only - uh - children." However you say that grammatically correct.

As Dallin explained that he was the youngest child after four sisters, the blonde's jaw fell just slightly, amusement in her expression. "Four sisters?" she repeated, her blonde eyebrows raising just slightly. Alfie gave him a small, sympathetic smile, imagining what that household must've been like. But what did she know? Maybe it was the best childhood ever and she was just assuming that it'd been a little difficult on the only boy. Either way, she was distracted as he then mentioned that he didn't have any cousins, that both of his parents were only children.

"I see," she said with a brief nod, seeming to sense in a way that he wanted to keep speaking about anything other than his current problems. "So...Are you close with your sisters?" Alfie asked curiously.

At the base of the stairs to the girls dormitory, Presley stopped. She sat down on the second step from the bottom, and waited for Luna to join her, sincerely hoping she'd understood the message.

Luna walked down after Presley and sat down ''Hey'' Luna smiled

"Hey," Presley replied. "What are we doing about Rachel's birthday?" Straight to the point. This couldn't take too long, or Rachel would get suspicious.

Jacob rearranged some furniture, to make the meeting more comfortable. A Few arm chairs and two couches sat in a semi circle, Jacob's armchair sitting at the 'head' to see all those who decided to show up. So instead of having to turn their heads completely around, they can just move their eyes towards different speakers, whoever wanted to speak. A small ways away sat a study table on which sat a plate of some small ordinary cookies, a pitcher of water and some cups for anyone who wanted something to munch on.

Jacob was dressed in his normal uniform, and his Muddy and wet quidditch robes were being washed and dried from yesterdays game. Jacob looked down at his watch and back up, before taking a seat in his armchair. He put his wand in his holster, before looking at the Captains badge on his Chest, and symbol that would soon be sitting on someone else's robes.

Jacob waited patiently for his teammates to fill their seats before starting.

A weak smile reappeared on Dallin's face at Alfie's reaction. That was pretty much what most people did when they found out he had four older sisters. He supposed a lot of them felt bad for him... which was nice. He would feel bad for anyone else, too. Not because it was torture or anything... but he wouldn't wish it on any young boy. Ever.

"The two younger ones, sort of." The real, honest answer was to say that he wasn't particularly close with anyone in his family. But out of everyone he was closest to those two sisters. "They're twins," he continued. "They're only a few years older than me... and they were the ones I always tagged along with. They're the only witches in the family. I went to school with them before I came here. So... we just kinda bonded." He was rambling, yes. Badly.

Alfie gave a brief nod of understanding as Dallin explained that he was sort of close to the two youngest of the four sisters, that they were twins, the only witches, and the ones he always tagged along with. Observantly, her large blue eyes seemed to evaluate him for a moment, gathering that he didn't seem to be majorly close to any of his sisters. His face didn't seem to light up as much as one might expect when talking about close siblings. But she didn't comment, unsure if she was correct in her assumptions, and gave him a small smile. "I see."

It was then that they fell into a momentary silence, in which Alfie's mind drifted back to his ex-girlfriend situation. She wondered what the real problem was, why he was so hesitant to share it, why it had made him so extraordinarily upset. Before she could consider bringing it up again, her large blue eyes drifted over to where someone was setting up the couches and armchairs in a circular fashion. From the badge on the boy's chest, she seemed to gather that he was the Quidditch Captain. So that was who Theo must've been talking about, the guy that had been recruited to a major team. Hmm. She returned her gaze to Dallin in the next moment, flashing him another small smile.

Having made up her mind about meeting with Vashti and ask for her hair... for Potions homework of course, Louisa walked through the portrait hole with a half eaten muffin in hand. Vashti must be sleeping still.. didn't she play yesterday? Louisa didn't know much about Quidditch but flying on a broom for more than ten seconds usually made her sore. Go figure.

Getting a closer look at the semi circle seating area, she almost jumped on one of the couches and started some silly jumping play... until she saw the Captain sitting closely by. She stood still, behind one of the couches not daring to enter the semi circle... in case he put traps or anything.

"I..umm.. sorry about yesterday." And she didn't say it because she cared about games. Vashti would be sad since she blabbed about that one being something important and blah blah blah.. and Louisa did have a heart! she had to deliver her consolation to the team... even if she didn't like the Captain.

Or the game.

Eino entered the Ravenclaw Common Room after a long day of classes, but before heading out to bed there was one last thing he had to do. He took a seat in one of the desks, instead of the armchairs otherwise he would fall asleep, and placed his Care of Magical Creatures book on the table in front of him. He didn't really have anything to practice the charm on and the book was the only object he could find with a surface that wasn't smooth. He took out his wand, pointed at it, and cast the charm. "Glisseo." The book's surface began to even out completely until it was perfectly smooth. Eino rubbed the book and it was as slippery as it would get. He turned the book around and cast the same spell on the back. He successfully managed to smooth out the back as he did the front, then cast Finite Incantatem to return the surfaces to their original form. Last try was to cast the spell so it would smooth the book's surface both front and back at the same time with only one try. He concentrated, pointed his wand, cast the spell and ta-da! He checked it front and back and he had successfully smoothed out the front and back covers of the book. After casting Finite Incantatem he put the book in his bag and went to bed.

Yesterday had pretty much sucked, and now Finlay was feeling really achy. At least he'd been able to see Fallon today, but now he was wandering back through the common room, to that meeting that Jacob wanted. The guy was probably going to shout at them again, but really it hadn't been there fault. Finlay though that they had played pretty well with just four people. And the Slytherin team were really good this year. So really if Jacob was going to shout at them, Finlay wasn't going to listen.

He nodded to a few of his fellow 'claws as he climbed through the portrait hole, before making his way over to where Jacob was sat. "Afternoon Jacob." The headboy nodded at the Captain, as he picked up a cookie, before sitting down on one of the sofas.

Spike tiredly looked down the stairs towards the Common Room, squinting out of his left eye. He rubbed his right eye with his hand, and he had a childish pout on his lips. His hair...well after yesterday, it stuck up and out at all sorts of angles, and was generally bigger and more of a mess than usual. It also had a slightly singed appearance, though he didn't really care to take a look and marvel at it.

Still in his pajamas, he slowly trudged down the stairs. What was this meeting for anyways? Spike didn't really care for a review talk of yesterday's match. He only cared for the fact he felt pretty shocking, and hadn't even got the snitch for his efforts. Not that he'd expected to...being thrown into that position at the last minute.

Stupid sicky bug.

Yawning, he reached the last step before realising it, and promptly tripped over. Meh. The floor was comfortable too, he supposed.

Yep, niiiice comfy floor.

Oh. So the rest of the team weren't here yet? Perfect. He could totally have like been a bit later. The head boy yawned, leaning his head against the back of the sofa. Maybe he could like have a little nap. Or would like Jacob kill him? That would not be good. He closed his eyes, but like they were suddenly open again as he heard a very loud bang. Frowning her turned around, to see Spike lying on the floor. Oh Spike.

Finn shook his head, as he stood up, and wandered over to his close friend, bending down beside him. "Spike..." He shook the boys shoulder a little, hoping that the dude was okay. The boy had taken a rough time yesterday, it wasn't good. Knelling down, he carefully picked the little dude up, holding him carefully in his arms. "You shouldn't have come down, Jacob would've understood." Or Finlay would've made sure that Jacob understood. Finlay had a duty to make sure his 'Claws were well, and Spike was more than just some random ravenclaw to him.

He carried the little dude back over to where Jacob was, and sat down back near one end of the sofa, and lying Spike gently next to him, resting his head on his lap. Yup. Spike got a whole sofa. He deserved it.

Spike snuggled into the floor, forgetting completely that he was at the bottom of the stairs and likely to get trodden on. It was vaguely soft, and easier to be laying there than standing up, so all was good. He'd even curled up in a ball, hugging his legs to his chest.

Ah, sleep.

Except...something shaked him. Hmm? He stretched out a bit, and went to turn over to see what it was when everything moved. He flailed a bit, wondering quite how his mattress had disappeared from underneath him. It was the mattress, right? Or was he floating?

He peeped an eye open at the sound of Finn's voice, and gave a small sigh of relief as he realised he was already being carried. "I thought I should," he murmured, nestling into Finn's robes. "It might've been important." He offered Finn a tired smile at that. The Head Boy would know exactly what Spike meant.

"Thanks, Finn," Spike said, as he found himself lowered on to the sofa, and looking up at the older boy. A glance around told him the others weren't yet here, though he offered a small wave to the Captain. "Hey Jacob," he said softly, wriggling against Finn to get more comfortable.

"I don't need anything, do I?" he questioned, blinking his eyes in an effort to keep them open and vaguely awake. Like a wand, or something to take notes with, for instance. His awesome dinosaur pjs didn't have room for a wand. Or chocolate.

Mmm, chocolate. His tummy rumbled as he realised he'd missed breakfast AND last night's dinner. He rubbed it with a small pout. "Are there going to be nibbles at this meeting?" Mayyyybe?

Theodore ambled into the common room, the tip of his quill clamped between his teeth as he continued to struggle with screwing the cap on his ink bottle. Darn cheap piece of crud. Approaching the area near the fireplace, he saw Jacob, a solemn look on his face, Spike, and Finn. Nodding to all before he took the quill from his mouth and stuff it into his pocket, he sat down on the arm of the sofa next to where his two teamies sat and lay. "Hey all," He murmured, knowing that spirits were down because of the other day's fiasco of a game.

Hugo entered the common room in silence. He felt kinda ashamed he couldn't play in last match, although he wasn't the best player so it couldn't have been his fault they lost? "Hey guys..." he said and took a seat on a couch. "Sorry about the game..." he managed to say before realizing he would be much better off if he was just quiet. He didn't know what this meeting was about, and he hoped there wasn't going to be any shouting.