Ellie only really had time to smile at Zara before she was off talking to someone else. Truly, she didn't mind. She had someone else's company that surpassed any one else's.

"I didn't know you two were so friendly," she shrugged. "A few months ago, it seemed like you didn't like him too much." Remember, Treyen? When you popped his personal space bubble and interrupted their conversation?

She, of course, hadn't really minded Treyen in her bubble, aside from the rudeness he'd shown toward Dal.

She ignored the 'more important' part. It was weird to hear, though she liked it, but....she was too interested in the boys' interaction. It helped her avoid blushing, too.

Until he mentioned 'favorite Ravenclaw'. Teehee. "Alright." Slightly discomforted by hardly knowing anyone in the room, but, "Better," since he came along. "How're you?"

Samira was late for the party. Usually, she would be fashionably late on purpose, but not this time, since it was someone else's party! She skidded to a halt at the entrance, smoothed her outfit, and gave a casual smile. "Hello, everyone!"

" Thanks" William told Nessie. " I will play the music right after I finissh eating" Wiliam said to Nessie.

Samira grinned and hugged her friend back. "I wouldn't miss it!" Suddenly remembering something, Samira took her purse and removed something that she shrunk. She then unshrunk it to reveal a wrapped box. "Happy birthday!"

Samira knew that her friend was a loyal Hufflepuff, so she carefully looked through some catalogues and created what she thought was the perfect outfit. There was also Hunkyduke's candy that she bought from the last Hogsmede trip, and a biography on Helga Hufflepuff.

She stood back and smiled, albeit a bit nervously.

Daichi decided to leave the quidditch thing be , he would play in the match and there was nothing anyone could do about. It was something that he wanted and he wanted to proof by doing this sport that he wasn't just a small innocent kid. He took a deep breath suddenly and wanted to sneeze but nothing happened. It was that weird feeling that where you need to sneeze but it fails and your eyes start to hurt because of that.

Turning his attention back to the Prefect , Daichi rubbed his wandless hand in his eyes and watched as he held his wand out. He mimicked how Evan was doing the movement slowly without saying the incantation. The loud bang caught him off guard and he laughed when they were being showered with feathers. Daichi nodded his head when Evan shrugged (like it was nothing!) and he pointed his own wand at a cushion.

He took a breath to calm himself. He just needed to do what Evan did. Right, He raised his wand in a fast motion from the bottom up like a whip. Now the spell, "Expulsoooachoo!" Daichi sneezed in the middle of the incantation causing his wand to move in a different direction and a loud bang filled the room. He sniffed his nose as he looked at the wall in front of them. "Eeeh.. sorry" he muttered as he took notice of the damage.

"Sneeze is stupid!" he shouted and pouted his lips. He wanted to try again, he KNEW he could do it. He pointed his wand at the pillow and moved it upwards from the bottom like a whip. "Expulso!" The blast touched the floor on the left side of the cushion. "Aw man!" he said frustrated. He knew the spell, he was just not good at aiming.

She scratched the back of her head while nervously giggling. "I guess...i have..." she admitted. Hogwarts was homey for her. It was wonderful and it still is.

"Of course!" Heather said happily and took both her cameras to take a picture of Nessie; one was her wizarding cam and the other an ordinary cam. "I'll give you a copy as soon as i have them developed." she told the girl with a smile and turned to the crowd. "Wow....everyone seems busy about...i should take photographs of your guests as well."

And exactly WHY was she still trying to bring Dallin into the conversation? Because that's what she was doing. Totally. And whilst Treyen had no problem with the boy in question anymore, he still wished not to talk about him.

He failed. Because he managed to comment on her remarks, "We...aren't precisely friends," he said, looking his way and a slight smirk forming on his face before saying something else, "I didn't."

That was enough of an answer for her, right? Like...she wasn't going to ask any questions on the matter after that, no? Well, he hoped she didn't.

What did she mean by 'better'? "Better?" had she been ill or something? Arya currently was, reason one why she wasn't here. As to her question, he smiled, widely, before answering, "Excellent," he said, giving out one single nod, "Then again, I'm with you. Who wouldn't be?" excellent.

If someone else had asked, then his reply would've been completely different. Or 'Just fine'.

Vashti laughed a little at his comment. "You did not," she replied. "You only just figured it out." Because he was slow. Hehe. Good at acting? Naaahhh. "I am a little angel. It's all your fault if I act a little evil around you, Mr. Darth Vader." Wasn't her fault if his evilness rubbed off on her, now was it? But waaaait, he'd only studied two subjects so far? Merlin's beard, what was he waiting for? Did he think he could memorize it all the night before? "I've been studying loads," she replied. "As much as I possibly can outside of regular homework and Quidditch." Which basically meant she had very little free time, if any at all. Then again, she kind of liked to consider Quidditch part of her free time since it was actually fun.

"I admitted nothing," Vashti insisted. "You are just reading faaaar too much into it." Pause. Cue smirk. "Maybe you should spend more time studying instead of trying to boost your ego." Take that, badger boy. Bahaha.

"Ballet is..." Meh, how do you explain it? "It's basically this type of dance where people jump around and stand on their toes a lot." And therefore it was definitely something she was not capable of doing. She shrugged and allowed herself to be pulled further into the room. "I dunno. I guess it doesn't matter."

Ellie shrugged again. "Never said you were. You just seemed friendly." Friendlier. "And why not?" He hadn't even known him. Treyen had only learned his name that night.

Grin. "Much better."

He was excellent? That was good. She was - oh...heh. Her smile grew as a blush appeared on her cheeks. "What's that supposed to mean?" Curious, she was.

Actually. She was right, again. Ellie never said that he and Dallin were friends, neither did she imply it, but it never hurt to clarify things, right? The boy shrugged and completely looked away when she asked about the one thing he truly didn't want to comment on.

The one thing he apologized to Ivy for.

Funny. Ellie seemed to be reading his mind and teasing him at the same time. But she wanted to know, right? "I just didn't. I...think I was jealous of him," he said, lowering his voice, it was low enough for Ellie to hear, but Dallin wouldn't. "He was sitting next to you, and I wasn't." In case she was wondering, but if she read minds, then that was something she ought to know by now.

He couldn't help but smile, again. 'Much better'. Yeah, well, at least she was doing great.

Okay. Treyen already answered that, sort of, didn't he? Or...the answer was implied in what he'd previously said. "That means...," he started to say, as a slight tint of pink reached his cheeks, "...that...," the boy cleared his throat before continuing, "...I couldn't feel any better being around you, like, if there was an answer beyond 'Excellent', it'll definitely include you," well, he was actually feeling like passing out any minute now, especially after saying what he just said, but, yeah, she was all he needed. Kind of.

All Ellie could see was the smile on his face. Thank Merlin for that.

Treyen wouldn't have seen it, but her brow shot up at his response. 'I just did' was NOT an acceptable excuse. You can't just dislike someone for no reason. But Treyen continued, and Ellie patiently listened. And listened closely, as he had lowered his voice.

SNORT.

Jealous of Dallin? That was...haha. Enlighten her, Lockhart, go on...

Awwww. Ellie pressed her lips together, to keep from laughing. "That's ridiculous, you know?" Really. Dallin was only sitting. Honestly. And that was no reason to dislike him. Silly, that was.

But he was smiling and, after fighting off all urge to laugh, so was she. Those contagious smiles of his...

And it only grew after he finally got out his next sentence. "Don't lie..."

Oh, come on! That wasn't ridiculous at all, or...maybe a little, but no, no, Ellie was wrong about that. Treyen shook his head, rather slowly too, "Not ridiculous," he started to say, before letting out a sigh, "Not after seeing you dance with him at the Quidditch party," that had been the real reason behind it all, though, because he'd realized he liked her that day, no?

But he was okay with Dallin now, CLEARLY.

Ellie would be able to see that, giving that this time he'd been nice to him. Or, at least, Ivory could tell he'd been nice, because he was certain that Ellie was planning on disagreeing with him even more.

And he was right.

He fought the urge to roll his eyes, mainly because her smile kept him from doing so, and smirked, "I'm not lying," he said, tilting his head to one side as he considered something else, "But I may be a little bit biased," he said, shrugging slightly.

Nika was still sitting on the floor eating the food that she had gotten from the table. But she felt pretty lonely. Zara had smiled at her but then went about attending to the party business or whatever. Nika was just left sitting there in the middle of the room eating. Although she was happy she did want some company and AH! Samira. And she was wearing... hufflepuff? What in the name of Merlin's underpants did she do that for? She knew the slytherin too well and Samira would never be seen wearing hufflepuff.... "Hiya."

Nika looked around the room and spotted more familiar people. Heather even had her camera with her! Oh she can see the photographer in action. "Hey Heather!" She said as she looked up from her spot on the ground. "Am I going to be able to see you put your photography skills into action?!" She said chuckling.

Blink.

No, "That's still ridiculous. Dancing?" Dancing was nothing. "I danced with Conan. It's not like it's something to be jealous about..." He wouldn't be jealous of Conan, so why be jealous of Dallin? And sitting next to each other at the feast...that should be expected, really. They were friends in the same house.

"So, you're not jealous anymore?" Because Treyen was friendly to Dallin. And Ellie really hoped not.

She chewed her lip. "'M glad." Smile. It made her feel...special to hear that. And who didn't like feeling special? Heh.

"Biased? How so?" She had to ask. Really. Because she didn't understand what that meant. Seriously.

NO. It wasn't.

Oh, great. Thanks for bringing Conan into this as well. "Okay...Ellie...," he started to say, straightening up a little and looking right at her, "...it is not ridiculous to me," he could deal with the fact that it could be ridiculous to her, though, but he wasn't saying that, "Oh, yeah, Conan told me," he said, chuckling at the memory. Conan found a way to make Treyen feel utterly bad that day.

It had nothing to do with Ellie. It was all about magic, a topic he ought to know better not to discuss with Conan.

The thing between Dallin and Conan was that he knew Conan, whereas he hadn't known Dallin last year. Nor he truly knew him now. But that was besides the point. Actually, they should stop discussing the jealousy thing because--Oh. She had another question, of course. "I don't think so," he'd rather not answer, truth be told.

His eyes were drawn to her lips, Treyen couldn't help it, it was all Ellie's fault, yet he eventually looked away, and he heard yet another question.

Was there something in particular Ellie wanted to hear? Sure, she was always questioning him, and he'd never refused to answer every single question. Except...the reason for being biased...he didn't want to voice it out loud. The fifth year had assumed Ellie knew the answer to that, then why say it, right? It seemed she didn't. Or she did...but, yeah, he'd better answer her, no?

"Because I like you."

Uhm...Ellie suddenly felt uncomfortable. Like she was getting reprimanded. Only Treyen said 'Ellie', so that couldn't be the case. So...she was now uncomfortable because she didn't know why he'd turned to her like that.

Oh.

She wanted to contradict him. And totally would have. But, it wasn't so easy when she was looking back into his eyes. Some kind of conscience stopped her. "Okay," she answered instead.

And he was laughing. Goood. "Did he now?" Heh. "It was...so weird. He's much shorter than you."

"Good. Because...you really shouldn't be." Jealous. Ellie wasn't going to say it aloud again, but...it was ridiculous.

The girl only smirked at his admittance. She had an inkling. And...that would make him biased. That made sense, now.

Treyen was so ready to say something back, and was rather surprised that she seemed to agree this time. She probably didn't agree with him still, that was very likely, but he couldn't prove it, nor did he felt like it. He was somewhat content with her answer.

He only smiled.

And then his smile widened even more, and chuckled again, "He did, he actually reminded me that I'd been too slow in asking you," for Conan was first, "And he may not have been too happy about the fact that I didn't like that," that he was second, "But, he sure enjoyed dancing with you," he finally said, nodding. And, truth be told, it was nice to see the boy so excited about dancing with a girl, even is Treyen was sure he'd preferred Sierra instead, "Cannot blame him," he smirked, eyes on Ellie.

Treyen made absolute no commenting on the shortness. He was slowly catching up to her, right?

How come it made him a bit happy that Ellie had said the word 'weird'?

Now, on the jealous matter, he couldn't agree more. He didn't precisely enjoy that episode, not when he'd managed to ignore what was most important to him in the first place. "If you say I shouldn't, then I won't."

Her smirk almost made him raise his eyebrow. Was that all she needed to hear?

Hehe. Well, he was too slow, apparently. But only just.

"Aww. He wasn't happy you were second?" Haha. "Conan's adorable." When he's not being really mean...

Grin. "He wasn't awful, either. I still have all my toes." Ellie looked down at her feet then. It was just a reaction. "I don't know if there will be any second dances, though."

She nodded her head. "Just trust me." Grin.

Treyen started to shake his head, "No, he wasn't happy that I wasn't--," he was cut short by his own mind, because did it truly matter? Did it matter to get that story right? "Yeah, you're right, he is," he said, with a smile. He loved that kid, except when magic happened.

That's when things tended to get ugly or something close to that. But he still cared for him.

And she even looked prettier as she told him more about the boy and their dancing. He hadn't been expecting that. "Well, I'm glad you still have all your toes," or Conan will be missing a few. But, no, really, he wouldn't do anything of the sorts. He knew Conan, anyway, and he wouldn't do anything on purpose.

No second dances? "Who'll be your partner for the rest of the year, then?" he failed to see any answer to that question. Silly boy.

Just trust her. He was smiling, okay? And he nodded once, and was totally letting go of the whole topic when...he wondered..."Why?" Simple question. The answer ought to be as simple as that. As long as she doesn't say 'Just because', then it'll be alright, no?

"Happy?" she offered when he didn't finish his sentence. "That's cute. Very Hufflepuff of him." Very loyal.

Her toes. Precious things, they were. "Me too. Though, I'm pretty sure I could still play Quidditch without them." It would make walking down to the Pitch awful, though. And to the Common Room? Forget it.

Hah. That wasn't a serious question, right? No, Ellie decided to basically ignore it, only responding with a shake of her head. Actually..."You?" Perhaps?

She gave Treyen a LOOK. "Why wouldn't you?" Yes, she answered a question with a question. She wouldn't normally, because she wasn't too fond of people doing that to her, but...really, why wouldn't he trust her?

He smiled. "Yeah," that made Treyen sound like such an idiot for making Conan feel bad about it, but the fifth year couldn't do nothing if it was written on his face, really. And here she came with the 'cute' word again. It was fitting for Conan, though. "If only he believed in all this, eh?" and Treyen would so take him here, to the Room of Requirement, but he knew he'll try to come up with a way to make it all mechanical and stuff, so, he wouldn't bother.

The fifth year blinked at her comment. Yes, there was no doubt that Quidditch was her life. He tilted his head to one side as he was reminded of something that made him smile...a small smile this time, "You got on the team," he nodded as a way of saying 'congratulations'.

He was still thinking that he wouldn't want her in there, with all the Bludgers and all possible injuries. She could take it, he knew that, but he'll be a very worried badger in the Stands for sure. Or...a very unfocused badger in the Pitch if they had to play against each other again.

Slowly, a smile made its way to his face again, since he'd been frowning a liiiiittle thanks to the Quidditch thoughts.

"It'll be my pleasure," he said, before adding something else, "Actually, the timing couldn't be more perfect, because my dancing with Ellie was a complete disaster," he nodded, and almost sighed, he was taking to Ellie, his Ellie, "Ellie Johanson, I mean." Best to clarify before she asked more questions.

Are you kidding?!

What was the LOOK for? Treyen instantly frowned, "Why do you answer my questions with questions, eh?" because this wasn't the first time either. "But since I always answer yours, then all I was wondering is why you said that. I do trust you, by the way," just not when Quidditch is involved.

Ellie didn't think too much on the Conan dancing. It didn't even cross her mind that Treyen might've made Conan feel bad. Besides, Treyen was too nice for that.

The smile that had been on her face while she thought about Conan soon disappeared. "Yeah," she said somewhat somberly. The fact that Conan didn't believe in magic...and openly tried to prove it wrong, really bothered her.

Yes, she did get on the team. And that was enough to bring the smile back. "So did you." She knew he would.

Well...Ellie didn't know what she would have done if he said otherwise. Actually, she didn't even consider another option. So, in hindsight, she was quite glad he agreed.

Wait, Ellie? He got more looks for that. Concerned looks.

Until he provided a last name. Ellie Johanson...well, Ellie didn't really know her apart from seeing her in class and the Common Room. She kind of found their dancing entertaining. Though, she was also glad it had been 'a disaster'.

Hah. "I...don't...know?" That was NOT a question, though it sounded like one. "I hate that. I'm sorry." If she'd done it before. "Why I said to trust me? Or why you shouldn't be jealous?" Also NOT questions. Or, not questions for Treyen, because she was going to answer them. "Because," she looked away from him for a moment to take a breath, "I like you, too." Not Dallin.

And, "Thank you." His trust was greatly appreciated.

Evan smiled encouraginly at Daichi. He had missed it when he was about to sneeze, and stood where he was, right next to him and close to the cushion. He didn't think much would go wrong. It was just expulso, after all, even if it was exploding stuff. What could simply go wrong with this easy--

"WHADDA'YOUDOIIIIN'??!!!"

WHAT just exploded?! Evan looked frantically around, and spotted the wall. Or, more correctly, what used to be a wall. It was all smoky and as if a bomb it there--and it did too. Daichi had just hit it.

With his eyebrows forming a frown, he turned to face the kid. "HOW did you manage--" but no, before he could even finish his sentence he was on action again, this time managing without any sneeze. He was to congratulate, and he was even ready to forget the damage over there, and that he was about to die from heart attack at the age of 17. No, he was ready to forget it all--the room would fix itself anyway, and his heart was strong. But, Daichi apparently missed it and if Evan was one step in front, he was in the unknown.

He didn't yell this time, his anger was building silently inside. "Da-i-CHI!" he said and slowly turned to face the kid again, with each syllable voice getting more shaky and higher. "The--PILLOW! Hit--the--pillow!" Merlin! It wasn't like 200-metre bird-shot, the pillow was right there! Seriously, maybe it was time for a protecto on himself.

Daichi flinched when he heard Evan scream at him. Why was he screaming? It was a mistake! "S-sorrryyyy!" the first year looked at the ground with a blush covering his cheeks. He bit his lower lip and held his arms at his side. "i..sneeze.. sorry"

He dared to look up and saw that Evan was looking at the wall. He smirked to himself upon seeing the hole. He had done it! YESH! Of course the target had been wrong but still.. he had done the spell! in only one try! He wanted to celebrate but upon seeing the look that Evan shot him he decided not to. His smirk quickly died away and his eyes darted to the floor again.

After his second attempt he had failed miserably again. He thought that Evan would be there to comfort him , saying it was okay and that he could try again. He was foolish to believe that. Instead, he flinched again and stepped back when the Prefect said his name slowly in syllables. It reminded him of his parents when he did something bad and he knew he was in trouble.
His eyes widened in shock as he looked up at Evan , fear written in his eyes. "OH MY MERLIN! I COULD HAVE BLASTED YOU INTO PIECES!"

Daichi gulped and nodded his head when Evan was pointing and shouting at him to hit the PILLOW. Daichi's hands started to shake visibly. He had almost blasted his friend to death! He pointed his wand back at the pillow but since his hands were shaking he couldn't do it. He couldn't bring himself up to do the spell when he had almost killed Evan.

"I..I can't.." he muttered and lowered his wand. He needed Mr.Duckles, now.