Since one of Gwen’s wishes for this year was to explore every tiny corner of the castle, she even stopped by the tapestry. No one was around, so she started studying it. After a while, she started thinking this thing might actually be interesting.

‘I have got to go to the library and read something about it’, she thought.

Velma Warfield wasn't ready for this.

Yes, the fourth year Slytherin was a grand actress (or so she thought) and if you hadn't realized already, there was more to the girl than just bubbly and happy, Lola Jones. No no no, deep inside her, the girl possessed an inner evil--well she didn't think of it as evil--but a character that was just so unLola-like, that the girl was now wearing a green wig that reached her shoulders and bangs down to her eyebrows.

Wigs. No, Velma didn't believe these were wigs at all.

From her perspective, they were definitely real and you should definitely not touch it, don't even look at it for more than five seconds.

"Ew."

First of all, Hogwarts should clean up their dirty little ancient walls and floors.

"Um. Ew."

Second, it was October and she'd still seen first years lost around the castle. She had a slight hope that one of them would fall down the moving staircases because well, clueless people did bother her at all times.

The girl stopped at a tapestry.

"Disgusting. Old. Ancient."

Quite the opposite of the beautiful and young Velma. Which is why it had to die. She reached in her robes to retrieve her wand, then planning her next actions which was to either burn the tapestry down and leave the scene of the crime or maybe bewitch the whole thing to make it say explicit words. Velma was only doing the school a favor, yeah? Now where was that dratted old wand? Seriously. Lola needed to learn how to organize, obviously.

Jillian had tripped on a staircase today and she wasn't very happy about it. She sulked about it all throughout the morning. It was just embarrassing, and trippy, and silly. UGH. Another thing to feel bad about was, well, she still hadn't been resorted to the Slytherin house. She couldn't endure the Kitchen and the house elfs that lingered outside their common room, let alone her soon to be ex-housemates (well, hopefully!) who act elf-like... like "would you like a cookie?", which of course she found so annoying... and so elf-like.

Still sulking, her face looking a little screwed up now due to long hours of sulking, Jilly found herself in front of a quite-ordinary looking tapestry. Yes, it was very mediocre. Nothing like the one they have in their mansion, she thought.

And then her mouth formed into a perfect 'O' as a nightmarish sight presented itself before her glinting eyes. LOLA!!11!1! In her green wig! Lola looked nightmarish, so nightmarish a little girl, not necessarily Jillian, might just faint at the mere sight of her.

"You look nightmarish, Lola."

Die, tapestry, die, burn in--Velma was frightened by the sudden voice that called out to her (well not her) but she immediately took out her wand when she realized that this was not a professor at all. It was that girl from the Feast who if she remembered, was the one that she'd ordered to come...

and then everything was blurred after that.

Her green wig suddenly disappeared for some reason, and Lola just had to dig her face into that bowl of mash.

Ew.

"Excuse, me? Nightmare? Take that back right now Jillian," she said pompously.

Foolish girl.

"Lola? Don't mention Lola to me," she said in a voice of putrid and disgust, wondering how her counterpart could act such... ugh--but she shook her head several times at the thought of Lola Jones right now for she her green hair clearly indicated she wasn't. "I'm not Lo--...that girl. Ew. I'm Velma. You got that clear?" Now if the girl was to continue calling her that disgusting simple little name, Velma would hex this random Hufflepuff girl into oblivion. And then burn her up with the tapestry.

Nonetheless, she motioned the girl to come over. "This tapestry. It's disgusting isn't it?"

Why would she take it back? HEH. Was that a command? Miss Jillian takes no commands... except maybe from scary-looking, threatening people... like the Transfiguration professor. Well, Lola looked pretty scary, too. Or perhaps, she just simply looked disgusting. Right, this was an impeccable example of 'disgust' bordering upon 'scary/worry'.

Jilly seemed scared with Lola's nightmarish look but she was just really disgusted at the girl.

Excuse me? Not mention Lola? BUT SHE IS LOLA JONES, RIGHT? O_o

Jilly instinctively scrunched up her nose (like a Gargoyle!) in utter confusion and disgust. She knew from the very first glimpse she so unluckily got of Lola that Lola was CRAZY & UNLIKEABLE. She lifted her chin a little as doing so rather implied that she was the superior one. "I don't care if you're Lola or Velma. Both sounds ordinary. It hurts my tongue as I say it. Now if you'll excuse me, I got parties to attend to... classes, I mean."

She eyed the ordinary-looking tapestry once more, resisting the compelling urge to destroy it and with that, Jillian resumed to walk, her hands on her hips, her frizzy gold hair seemingly moving like sea waves. Then she came to a halt upon hearing a rather interesting thing from Lola/Velma/whatever. She practically scurried back to Lola/Velma/whatever, a huge scheming grin plastered upon her round face.

"It is disgusting, Lola! Or Velma. Yes! It is! You want to burn it as it seems," Jillian talked excitedly, and rather frantically. "Fire, who doesn't love fire, right? And I think they won't really notice a thing if you burn it down. It's ugly and nobody likes it. Just burn it down, LOLMA!!!"

Velma's nails were LONG and she had the demonic urge to do something illegal to short, little, blonde first years and she raised her hand, only to stroke her long green wig. Sigh. Sigh. SIIIIIIIGH. "Jillian," she spoke softly, sighing and then putting her hand in front of the girl's face as if to say "Talk to the hand" because obviously she didn't have the time and patience to speak to this girl. What was this girl up to now?

"Excuse me?! Ordinary? No. No, it is not. It is a p--"

What was the girl doing, leaaaaving? WHEN SHE WAS IN MID-SPEAK? OH NO YOU DIDN'T. "Jillian, COME. BACK. HERE." But before she continued to order the girl some more, she merely went back on her own terms.

Velma shook her head.

SIGH. SERIOUSLY?!

Right, where were we?

"Yes, it's mighty disgusting and I want to burn it. It's Velma," she reminded as she finally revealed her wand out in the open and showed it to Jillian. "I will burn it down, Jillian! I'LL BURN IT DOWN," she was maniacal, cackling and then pointing her wand at the ugly, disgusting tapestry. She was about to burst out the spell when the Hufflepuff called her a disgusting name.

Ew.

"Ex-CUUUUUSE me? Lolma is ugly. UGLY. TAKE IT BACK." The girl now pointed her wand at Jillian Hennessey.

"What lovely hair you have, Jill--no, you know what? I'll give you an ugly name too--you'd like that won't you..." she paused trying to think up of a backlash name, "Jill...pickles." She tried to make it sound menacing, intimidating even. "Now what lovely hair you have, Jillpickles. Wouldn't want it burnt like that tapestry would you?"

Jillian just crossed her arms as Lola babbled and babbled. She obviously didn't care what Lola had to say and she was just waiting for Lola to burn the ugly wall ornate. She became quite excited and jolly as the girl pointed her wand at the tapestry, seemingly on the brink of using her wand to create fire... but then....

NO!

Jillian let out a loud yelp of protest as soon as the crazy wicked Lolma Jones pointed her wand at her. How could she? She was merely a child! An utterly helpless, downtrodden child, at that. How could Lola be so mean so as to do such a menacing thing? Jilly was scared... but not for long for her being scared was soon replaced by her being mad.

The Slytherin girl called her a name that was just... EW! AND JILLY WAS MAD. Jillpickles? SERIOUSLY, JILLPICKLES? Jilly glared at Lolma, cheeks flushing into beet red, now somewhat determined to reach for her own wand and brandish it ostentatiously at her oppressor. "BURN MY LOVELY, THE MOST DESIRABLE HAIR EVER IMAGINABLE? You wish, LOLMA!" Jillian clamored, she had this very uncanny plan in mind of which she was very sure would succeed. Of course, she would not reach for her own wand and fight Lola. She didn't know a thing about spells and whatnot. Plus, her cousins had thought her what to do at times of despair and helplessness. Such was her despair to get away from meanie Lola.

So one, two, three--the time has come! "Heeeeeeeelpppppp! Somebody's going to kill me!"

Yes, Treyen had no business on the upper floors anymore, and he was only making some sort of rounds.

No, that's all lies.

He'd just seen PEEVES wandering around the Fourth floor and he SO had to follow the little poltergeist. Out of curiosity, of course, it's not like Treyen was going to be Peeves' new partner-in-crime or anything of the sorts.

But the poltergeist was GONE!

And then he heard someone calling for help! Obvious as it may seem, he tried to follow the voice of.......a little girl, probably a first year, that......wasn't screaming because of Peeves, because he saw no sign of him, but perhaps the little girl was pulling a prank of her own, because the only one around her was Lola.

Wait.

Oh. No. Lola.

The Prefect badge was visible on his robes as he waved at the Slytherin girl, and then eyed the...OH MY GILDEROY! She was a Hufflepuff! "Everything okay?"

Jillian looked around to check if anyone had come for her. Somebody did come to her rescue! There standing from afar, her savior, her knight in shining armor--well, actually just in robes, asking if she was alright!

Jilly was shivering and she tried to exaggerate it even more by chattering her teeth. It was a statement of protest: a call for protection and... A HUG! She practically ran to her savior and clung to him for dear life.

"Th-that monster," she sobbed. "In green wig." She sniffed, the somewhat sweet scent of her savior's robes greeted her nose. "Tried." SNIFF. "To." Sniff. "KILL ME!" And there, she burst into tears dramatically. Whether it were really tears or just sweat that trickled down her face one could not be really sure.

She blew her nose on her savior's robes (for additional drama) and then looked up at once. "Sorry, you didn't offer any handkerchief or tissue." Sniff. Sniff. "Do you use strawberries for a perfume? You smell really sweet and... fruity."

The little girl was on the verge of a panic attack! No one in the world, not even Lola, could be such a great actor as to fake emotions like that. And she was even quivering and all!

Treyen HAD to take two steps back from where he stood, otherwise the girl's hug would've resulted in BOTH of them falling over.

Blink.

And...where those tears? OH, LOLA! She shouldn't be terrorizing little kids! Tsk, tsk! The girl was still a Slytherin, though. And her Head of House could be a good role model...but he's not bringing Lafay into this, since the woman was the most awesome ever.

TREYEN DIDN'T DO TEARS! HE PANICKED WHEN PEOPLE CRIED!

Which is why he was he was speechless! His eyes were flickering from the little girl to Lola, and back again. BLINK. Time to calm down, PREFECT.

And then she started to cry EVEN MORE! And why was she thinking HIS ROBES were a TISSUE?! GROSS! Tsk, little girl, tsk! That wasn't nice at all. He'll let it go, just because the girl was scared to death, but he still took out his wand and cleaned his robes. YES. That was more import--Strawberries say whaaaaat?!

Okay. He breathed, once or twice, before patting the girl on the back and then addressing her, "First of all, the monster's name is Lola," and he didn't know the little girl's name, by the way, "Secondly, you do not blow your nose on a Prefect's robes," feel free to do so on Lola's, though, "Thirdly....are you okay? What's your name?" he asked, and pretended to ignore the perfume comment. He was under the impression that PEPPERMINT was the most accurate term when referring to what he smelled like. But strawberries? Fruity? What the--Maybe Chandler changed his shampoo. Or Simon.

Now he looked at Lola, "Seriously, Lola," he said, shaking his head, "A Slytherin trying to kill a Hufflepuff? Way to be original." It HAD happened before, okay? Let it go.

Monster's name is Lola? Of course she knew that! How could she not know her oppressor's name? How could she tell people to avoid a girl named Lolma like a plague? "I know her name! It's not Lola. Believe me. It's Lol... Vel.. LOLMA. Don't make me say it again!" Yes, Jilly didn't want to say Lolma's name again, nor even recall it in her mind, as if doing so would do her extremely harm... like twist her tongue or brain or something.

Prefect's robes? She knew what that meant.

HER SAVIOR IS A PREFECT AND THAT IS COOL. Simple as that!

She felt the need to hug her savior yet again! And maybe blow her nose on his robes, too. Hehe.

Now he was asking for her name... how sweet! "My name's Jillian Hennessey Applehans or you can call me... You're my savior, right?" Puffy-eyed, she looked expectantly at the prefect and went on talking. "When are you going to carry me in your arms and walk away from the monster?" 'Cause you know, from the Disney movies she'd seen (i.e Cinderella!), the savior carry the princess once the monster is slayed. MONSTER. SLAY. Slay the monster, Prefect her savior!

She was so unerringly reminded that Lolma The Monster was still alive. That wasn't supposed to be. "We can't walk away from the monster yet. The monster must be slayed."

"Oh I'll make it happen, Jillpi--"

Stop. Stop. Now the girl was shouting (LIKE FORREAL?!?) Velma cocked her head, sighing, sighing and wanting to bewitch the girl to shut her mouth AND burn all of her hair. "Shut up, Pickles. I'LL BUUUUURN IT--all of it if you don't shut your piehole." Quickly she ran her fingers down her green wig yet again, doing a small hair-flip as she readjusted her hair, then continuing the deadly-to-be attack on the girl's hair.

Lolma was ugly. She was justified in this situation.

The fourth year Slytherin was about to cup her hand over the girl's mouth and then proceed with the punishment but there was a boy, INTRUDING INTO HER FIERY PUNISHMENT! "Yes yes, everything's okay, Prefect Train," she sighed, motioning the boy to go off while she took care of business. But noooo. Jillpickles just had to run that mouth of hers

The girl was accusing her! HOW DARE SHE.

"NO--QUIET, GIRLY," she ordered the girl, then realizing that there was a Prefect in front of her and lowered down her volume, "I mean--no I did not, do not listen to the foolish girl, Train. My my my she was just about to burn that tapestry..." she sighed again, shaking her head at the Pickle girl in disapproval and then continuing on with her story, "I had to discipline her, you know. Teach--I AM NOT A MONSTER, YOU. SHUT. YOUR MOUTH." Her wand soon rose again towards the devilish little girl, the one accusing little innocent Velma!

"AND IT IS NOT A WIG! And Train--my name is Velma, thank you very much," her temper suddenly rising as the girl continued to accuse her.

StrawberriesfruitsaccusingtearslittlegirlspicklesWHATINMERLIN'SBEARDWASTHIS.

"Velma," she correct again, and then huffed and puffed when he blamed her lack of originality, "Take that back! BOTH OF YOU TAKE IT ALL BACK!"

Lola immediately pointed her wand to the Prefect's badge--then stopped midway--pointing it back to Jillpickles when she opened her mouth again--"SHUT UP SHUT UP SHUT UP--I AM VELMA. VELMA WARFIELD. NOT LOLA. NOT LOLMA. AND MY HAIR IS REAL. Her temper was out of control and her deep breaths didn't save her this time. Slayed? This was destroying her moment of JUSTICE. She blew away a strand of green wig hair down her face and then she held the wand in a very tight grip.

"Incendio!"

Nothing. There was nothing at all. No fire. No flames cast upon the girl's hair. Errrrrrr. Velma slowly brought her wand back to her side, and trying to cover up her pathetic attempt, made a simple death glare at the girl. And it was definitely a monster death glare. Hmph.

Wait, what? Her name was not Lola? Had Lola done the same he did to her? Making her believe his name was Treyen? Er, anyway, she was named Lola, as far as he was concerned.

He was frowning, okay? Because Lola had no right to make the little girl feel THIS kind of fear. And she seemed to be a sweet girl, no? "I won't make you say it, don't worry," he said, softly, nodding once or twice, before eying Lola from the corner of his eye.

Mean Slytherin.

Then he heard the name. Jillian? That was such a pretty name! And she was adorable! WHY was Lola trying to kill her?! "Jillian, you have a very pretty name," he said, with a smile, "I'm Treyen, by the way," her House Prefect, or one of them, anyway.

"I--what?" carry her in his arms? This is all Zookara's fault, he'd been reading fairy tales to little first years, surely. But then she changed her mind, and he actually widened his eyes. Jillian has been reading too many fairy tales and King Arthur. "I won't slay anyone, she's to be reasoned with...," but then the Slytherin girl spoke.



Okay.

HE.WAS.SPEECHLESS.

And his eyes were widened, there's no doubt of that. See, there was a reason why Treyen didn't like Lola back at the Ship, and why he so wanted to take her wand away whenever she pointed her wand at Ellie. Tsk, tsk. Mean Slytherin. He recognized them.

Not really.

"Velma? Then why did you say it was Lola?" wait, he was supposed to reasoned with her, no? Try to calm her down, "Is Lola your stage name or something?" that's the only thing he could think of that would make sense. Certainly, Train was not his stage name.

The next few seconds were a blur of oddness plus craziness plus Slytherin vain.

And crickets could be heard on the Hufflepuff's side. But he's had enough of Lola. Actually, he didn't care that he kept yelling at the girl, or him, he was just still upset about the whole wand-at-Ellie thing.

"It's not your place to discipline her if she wanted to burn it," and Treyen couldn't blame the little girl if she wanted to, but that was not the point. "You call for a Professor," or someone, like a Head Boy or Prefect. Or Jacob, the Captain, he'll scare the little girl away...or burn the tapestry with her.

ENOUGH.

"HEY! Don't talk to her like that!" he exclaimed, pushing Jillian behind him, only a little.

And he didn't expect that spell! Lola/Velma with the green wig was dangerous! He was considering disarming her, just because he could, but decided against it because her wand was already by her side. He'll be ready, just in case, and his wand was already on his hand.

"What's WRONG with you?! She's only a little girl!" and please Jillian, don't say that's not true.

William waits here for Zara for the next dance

Zara walked calmly as she headed for the fourth floor. Right, in front of the tapestry. She looked for where the tapestry was and found William there, just as they talked about. "Hey William," she smiled as she walked towards him.

" Hi Zara" William called out to her." So what dance shall we do this time?" William asked Zara.

"I dunno," she shrugged as she placed her bag down on the floor. "You said you were gonna teach me some new dance in ballroom." That was what he said during that last time in the garden.

" You necer know" William laughed." Yes, a new ballroom dance for you" William told Zara." Let's see. how about the country two-step?" Wiliam asked Zara.

"Sure." Zara wondered what country two-step was. Oh well, she'll learn it now won't be? Then that solved all her problems. "Let's do it."

" This dance is not too hard" William told Zara. "We just hold our hands in front of us, then we do two steps to the left and two steps to the right" William said to Zara. " Then we do a rock step, then a grapevine step and repaeat it" William explained to Zara. " I will tell you the last part when we do all this first" William smiled.

Nodding her head, Zara processed in her brain about the dance. 'Hold hands in front, two steps to the left, two steps to the right, rock step, grapevine step and repeat.'

"Erm, William. How do you do the rock step and the grapevine step?" She asked.

Nika was in search of the mirror that she had found the other day. It's around here somewhere. It was on this floor, she could feel it in her gut. Nika looked around and saw that it was no where in sight and continued skipping. WAIT.

Now that she was here she might as well get some of the assignment done.

STRETCHING TIME!

After doing a few stretches and humming her own little background music for it she left in search of the mirror. She's quite satisfied.

" Rock step, start on your right foot, then back on your left foot " William told Zara. " The grapvine, put your right foot behind your left foot then your feet apart, then cross your left foot in front of your right foot and feet apart again" William explained to Zara. " On the second rock step, we hold our arms together just above our shoulders, then back to the first part of the dance" Willaim said to Zara.

So many footwork. AAAAAHHHH. Zara tried to keep up.

"Okay, I think I get it. Let's get this over with," she smiled a bit. But really she wanted to finish it already. Lord Borr. Homework. Ugh.