Girls' Bathroom
 

Girls Only!! (That includes you Misters Potter and Weasley!) A funny inscription etched on the door with a potions knife reminds us all of the great deeds Harry Potter and his friends performed during their time at Hogwarts.


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OOC Note: All SS Board Rules and School Rules apply in this bathroom. Violators may be punished both OOC and IC should they break any of those rules.

Kimalia came into the bathroom take care of some.. business. Afterward, she walked up to the sinks to wash her hands while looking into the mirror. Her hair was really long, and really curly styled now. She wondered whether a new look would be good for her when her birthday comes up.

Dipping into her bag, she carried some muggle makeup. She was more familiar with them, and they were least likely to cause.. devastating effects should she mess up. She decided to tie her hair into a bun for now, maybe wear it down for classes. Oh, she had some eyeliner, she took it out and started applying it..

She didn't know how crucial it was to know where all the bathrooms where till it took her 15 minutes to find one. The little Slytherin burst into the bathroom in a flurry of hair and white and dove into a stall banging the door closed. "I made it," she said triumphantly.

Harlow would have died several times over if she had had an accident. She already looked like a living doll, she didn't need people calling her a baby on top of it.

Once she was done in the stall she walked out and headed over to the sinks to wash her hands. She watched the other girl standing there applying her make up. "How come you're using muggle makeup?" she asked curiously.

Kimalia had a distinct feeling she was being watched as she applied on her eyeliner, to confirm it, someone asked her a question. Keeping her eyes on the mirror checking to make sure it didn't look off. "Experimenting." She smiled in satisfaction after she finished. "My mom bought these so I could know how muggles do it." That and she was worried if she messed up the magical way it wouldn't be temporarily.. Kimalia then turned only to be looking down on a tall bush of hair. Blinked in surprise at the sight, but at the same time keeping her smile.

"Nice.. hair." She reaally had the urge to take some straightening potion or whatever to style it, despite how exotic it looked. Kimalia fought the urge though by staring, she looked familiar.. "Um, do I know you from somewhere?" She wasn't sure. "Anyway, I'm Kimalia." She held her hand out, which was already clean to shake.

Harlow didn't have an older sister, so she liked to watch how older girls did girly things. And putting on makeup was one of her favorites. "Your mommy bought you makeup?" She asked in awe. Her mom made it perfectly clear that Harlow was not allowed near makeup till she was seventeen. Though her cousin had given her a tube of lipgloss. She didn't have the courage to use it, yet. "My cousin Paris has a vanity table from CoCo Chanel that she charmed to put on her makeup for her. She always looks so pretty." Harlow said dreamily. "Can you use your wand to put it on too?" She was actually talking about girl things with another girl and not just her baby sister who just drooled and giggled at all the wrong times.

Harlow beamed and patted the lettuce shaped barrets in her hair at the compliment. "The bigger the hair the closer to God." Harlow told her with a tiny wink. She loved her hair, even if it was a tiny bit much for her to manage she still loved it. And would never cut her hair, ever. Plus Harlow learned hair styling spells and charms at a early age. "I don't think so. I'm in Slytherin though." So maybe she had seen her in the Great Hall at the table maybe, "Oh that's a really pretty name. I'm Harlow." she gave the girl the tiniest of curtsies. She shook the girls hand after she dried hers.

"Mmhm," Kimalia nodded digging into her bag for anything she felt like using. "I haven't tried charming them on yet, my mum thought it be best I use these until she feels ready to show me how." Which would probably be when she's old enough to do magic outside of school at this rate.

Kimalia laughed about her comment about her hair, then pondered when she mentioned not seeing her. Hmm.. She could be right, there would be no way one could miss her bush of hair. "Cool name, Harlow." Then Kimalia felt like being nice to this one, thinking of her, she dug into her bag to pull out her shiny red lipstick. "Here, you can have this." Kimalia gave it to her before swinging her bag over her shoulder. "Well, I got a letter to deliver, so maybe I'll see you in class." After her last smile, she waved on her way out the door. "Bye!"

Emily :)
 

It was a very cold day outside. Although Erin really loved the Hogwarts grounds, there’s no way she’ll risk her health in that windy and cold weather. It is a good time to finally have a stroll around the castle. She’s never really explored the inside of Hogwarts. She just hopes, she’ll bump into someone who’ll be willing to walk with her, or maybe stay in one place. She’d always fancied the stories she overhears at the common room about the different magical stuffs around the castle, like the Room of Requirement or the Mirror of Erised. She wanted to know it first hand or maybe discover something no one had ever known. That would be a great stroll.

She went up and down the moving staircases, playing with it for a while then going up and up and up and there at the fifth floor, something stole her attention. It was the girl’s bathroom. She definitely needs a pee. That may be the best place she’d ever come up so far on her stroll. She hurriedly pushed open the door.

No one was there. Erin doesn’t like a deserted room, that’s why she always stays in Hogwarts grounds. But, she really needs to pee right now. She gathered the courage and entered the bathroom. Seconds later, she’s done when suddenly…

BOOM!

“Who are you?” Erin was surprised to see a GIRL! Why would she be shouting by seeing a girl in here? This is the girl’s bathroom. Hastily, Erin peeked behind her back to see if there was a ghost. She can’t stand ghosts. “I thought you’re a ghost,” lowering her voice and sinking her head below. "I'm sorry. And hey, are you first year too?" Judging by the looks, she's older than her.

What was with the weather today?! She'd been planning on spending the day reading by the lake, but now how was she supposed to when it was windy?! Her least favourite weather type. Now she'd have to spend the day inside. But she didn't really mind. She'd just spend the day reading in the library instead. She already practically lived there anyway.
She'd just made it up to the second floor when she noticed the girl's bathroom. Had that always been there? Hmm. Hogwarts really was ever growing. She poked her head around the door and slowly walked over to the sinks. Then almost immediatly she slipped on a pool of water on the floor.

BOOM! "Ow!" That really hurt!

Then she heard someone call out, then appear in front of her. Ghost? She wasn't that pale was she? "Umm, no. No ghost I'm afraid. Sorry to scare you." She was just clumbsy that's all. As for her next question "Um, no I'm in third year." Did she still look that small? She'd grown, like, an inch during the summer. That was a growth spurt in her eyes. She stood up again, shaking her foot to get some water off it. "I'm Emily. Emily Smith."

She was as surprised as Erin was. What did she say her name is? Emily. "Nice to meet you Emily. I am not really getting used about ghosts in here. In Muggleworld, everyone's afraid of ghosts," Erin said looking really stupid for bringing up Muggle stuffs. She could probably be a Pureblood. She still continued, "And here," limping her head once again,"everybody's just so..." What was the word? "...so comfortable with them." Erin wanted to hear her take on the ghosts. "Are you afraid of them? Are you a Pureblood too? Don't you like Muggleborns? Are you..." she stopped then looked at Emily, "Oh, you're a Gryffindor."

And here she was again, Purebloods versus Muggleborns. She needs to drop this. She needs to. And so she continued, "Do you have a cellphone?" She just can't stop talking about everything Muggle. "I have mine but I just can't use it." She had visited the Muggle professor about this but it seems she's not around when she visited. He or she? Whatever.

She's just so full of questions but then added, "And aren't you cleaning that?" Erin said pointing to the water on the floor.

...That was a lot of questions to get in 30 seconds. She had a bemused look on her face and stood up straighter. "Woah, woah, woah. Ok, don't talk so fast!" She'd didn't even know the girls name!
"First off, no I'm not a pure blood. I'm half and half." That seemed to be the main issue here. "Next, I do like muggle borns. My best friend is one." She folded her arms. "And yeah I'm in Gryffindor. Your a Ravenclaw." That was the obvious out of the way.

She brushed the hair from eyes and swung her bag by her side. Then the girl started to talk about muggle stuff. Huh, she hadn't talked about that in a while. "Um, no I don't have one. And if I did I'd probably just get my sister's old one anyway." Money was pritty tight at the moment. "Oh muggle items won't work at Hogwarts. I read something in Hogwarts: A History about there being too much magic in the air for them to work." That's why she owled her family, though a phone would be cool. She just enjoyed impressing first years with all her magical knowledge!

She looked down at the water she was standing in and kicked it a bit. "I slipped in it actually. Though I know a spell that could clean it." Would you like to see it girly? Hehe. She knew her spells.

The girl seemed to lose her tracks. Erin laughed like she loves making pranks on people. Bad firstie. "Oh, I love Muggleborns too including Muggles," she smiled. "As you see, I'm one of them." Of course, she can't see. What a statement to blabbed. "I like you. You like us."

So, there's no way she can used her cellphone in here. That was a big disappointment. Desperate times. "Are there any way to use it? Can't I used magic or stuff?" she asked a little worried then added quickly, "Maybe, you can help me. You're third year. You knew more than I do," her eyes in delight as she looked up. Emily's quite tall.

"I wanna see it!" said Erin, so excited. She loves seeing new magic and if Merlin permits, learn it. "Go Emily! Go Emily! Go Emily! she shouted in tune.

Wow, this kid was seriously hyper. Mabye she'd had one too many chocolate frogs? But it seemed like she was always like this. Emily was still a little taken back by how fast she spoke. "So are you going to tell me your name yet or am I just going to have to guess?" Please don't make her guess.

Emily looked taken back but smiled all the same. "Sorry, I don't know how to make it work. You could always go see the muggle studies teacher." Though she didn't think he'd be able to either. Too much magic! "If you need to contact home you can always use my pet owl if you want. She's the small, tawney up in the owlery." Only letters though. She's so small packages might be to hard for her.

She smiled at the girl and took out her wand. Aw, she was cheering! Bless.
"Okay, okay here I go!" She cleared her throat and waved her wand. "Evanesco!" she cried, and suddenly the water vanished. Woo! She got it right first time!

Yes. When Emily spoke, Erin realized, she hadn't given her, her name yet. She paused for a while then said, "Erin." When Erin asked the third year about cellphones, she advised her to go see the Muggles Studies professor like Erin had in mind. "I plan to do that. And thank you for the offer about your owl." Third years are nice people. She smiled.

Oooh! "Great!" Erin respond hastily. Emily's really good in spells. Evanesco. Evanesco. Yes, she learned something today. That spell makes objects disappear. "Thanks Emily. Gotta go now. Bye!"

Erin. Nice name. "Nice to meet you..." she smiled folding her arms. She went over to the sink to wash her hands. They were sticky after so many sugar quills. "No problem. My owl will probably prefer you to me anyway." Why did her owl seem to hate her?

She turned the tap off just to see Erin leaving. Bye? "Um, okay. Goodbye." She shook her head. That was probably the wierdest conversation she'd ever had. But all in all she liked Erin. She was funny. She dryed her hands, picked up her bag and left. To the library!

Thea stood infront of the mirror, holding her wand above her head. It was only homework.. and she could put it right straight away; she just had to practise it! Phew. No stress.. none at all. 'Felintas..' She had closed her eyes, but she could feel the quick tingling sensation that told her it had worked. Opening her eyes, Thea cringed. she had made it simple. Longer hair now cascaded down her back. And it was curly. Curly curly.. Bleurgh.

Violet triumphantly ducked into the girls' bathroom--she had made it without anyone seeing her. Then she realized someone else was in there! But wait...she had caught the words "Felintas" as she backed into the doorway. The other girl was practising Transfiguration, too! Well, that was all right, then; even if her hair colour wasn't back to normal, at least the other girl probably wouldn't laugh at her (too hard...)

A quick detour was made to the restroom before Kourtney went down to the Great Hall for dinner. Swinging open the door, the inscription making her laugh each time she saw it, the young Gryffindor entered the room and walked to the sinks and mirrors. Peering into one of them, she scrunched up her nose. The weather outside was cooler now and a bit of a breeze had been kicking around, so her hair was all over the place.

Picking up a strand of her hair, she let it drop and then started to gather it all up. Hmm, no, she would do something else.

Removing her wand, she tapped the top of her head once "Felintas!" Nothing happened. Heh, that might be because she wasn't envisioning a hairstyle.

"Felintas!" She tried again. Her hair swept itself up into a neat and tight bun. Wow, this was going to be such a useful spell, especially when she wanted to practice her dancing. No hair flying all around and messing her up because she couldn't see.

Washing her hands, she dried them and then walked out of the room, turning left towards the staircase that would take her to the Great Hall.

Transfiguration Homework Post 4
 

MJ politely smiled at a few girls who were at the sinks or mirrors, as she walked across the room to find a free cubicle. There was a lot of girls practicing Transfiguration in here too; there were lots down by the lake, also. MJ guessed that everyone was trying to find somewhere to mess about with their appearance where no one would see the results! Most of them were the younger students, she had noticed. Perhaps she was normal after all.

MJ slid the bolt over the cubicle door.

The young Ravenclaw had mastered the style/length spell, but had the colour one to work on. That was ok though, as the colour one was easier. At least for her. She thought of a bright, bright blue; like a Fillibuster Waterproof Firework packet. "Ristaris," MJ gasped as she checked the mirror. The blue was gorgeous, but not for hair!! Especially not ringlet-y hair!! "Intaris!" She said, desperately willing her own hair back.

MJ tried a few different colours with her ordinary style hair; left it at jet black, and left the cubicle. She washed her hands (for the look of the thing, y'know; you can't come out of a toilet and not wash your hands; people will think all sorts. And people said she worried too much about what others thought?) and left the bathroom.

Transfiguration Homework post 1
 

Caroline walked into the girls bathroom to freshen up between her classes. After she finished she looked at her self in the minnor. Now would be a good time to practice her transfigation homework. When she was younger Caroline's blonde hair used to go all the way down her back. She used to love to have it that long. taking her wand out of her bag she tapped the top of her head "Felintas!" Her hair was down past her bum.

Shaking her head slightly she decided that it was too long for her. Tapping the top of her twice this time. "Intaris!" There that was much better, although Caroline's sister star would have loved to braid hair that long. She took one last look at herself and walked out of the bathroom she didn't want to be last for her next class.

Lily flicked her long hair back. Quickly, she stepped into the bathroom to wash her muddy hands (and apply lipgloss. Some muggle habits couldn't be lost. :D)

For Evelyn!
 

Marilyn entered the bathroom, sweating profusely...She could NOT believe that just happened. Why had she AGREED with Evelyn? Lafay was going to speak with her...and Hadley was going to say whatever Hadley would say and it would come back on them.

HOLY COWFACE!

*enter face smack here*

They needed to devise a plan...a back up plan QUICK.

What could they do?

Evelyn had considered going back to the common room so she could change out of her shorts, tank top, and swim suit however, one look at Marilyn had the Slytherin following the girl instead. Where in Merlin's beard was she going anyway?

Oh.

Slowly opening the door to the bathroom after spotting her friend enter just moments before, she looked around before spotting the blond snake. Hmmm.

"You alright, Marilyn?" she asked, quietly closing the door behind her.

The blonde was trying hard not to freak out...but this whole thing had just been taken to a whole new level. She knew, without a doubt, that Lafay would go to Hadley. Why not? It was strange how eager the Slytherin HoH had seemed to have any kind of word with the Hufflepuff HoH...

Hearing Evelyn's voice, she turned around. She knew she probably looked...well, like a frightened dog. "She's going to speak to that...woman...and we're going to be in so much trouble."

Crossing her arms, the Slytherin girl leaned against the door, more than likely to prevent anyone else from coming in. This was a private conversation. Yet, THAT'S what was troubling Marilyn? For a moment, she thought it had something to do with Cassie.

"Relax." she smirked. "You think we're going to get into trouble for an opinion? A perfectly reasonable opinion?" It wasn't there fault if Lafay decided she agreed and talked to Hadley. It wasn't there fault either if everything went downhill for the two Professors and there would be a new rivalry between the Slytherins and Hufflepuffs.

Totally not their fault.

Evelyn talked like it was no big deal...and it most likely wasn't...but this didn't stop Marilyn from feeling very uneasy about the whole thing.

...And she sincerely hoped that Cassie hadn't really betrayed her like had been suggested.

Sighing, she made her way to the sink. Looking in the mirror had been awful. She looked so washed out. Having several professors coming at you at once could do that, she supposed. "You know how Lafay gets...It could get bad if she thinks we've deceived her." which they kinda...sorta had...

Well yes, that was true...

Pushing away from the door, arms still crossed, she leaned against the sink next to Marilyn, thinking it over. "Then...we shouldn't let her think we've deceived her." Which they may have technically done, but if they played their cards right, this could all be fixed.

Looking towards the blond Slytherin, Evelyn raised a brow. "If you're up for it of course. You look as pale as a ghost right now..." Good Merlin...

Sighing, Marilyn did her best to relax...Her heart had felt like it was going to beat out of her chest.

Yes, a plan. They seriously needed a plan.

"I'm not scared of many things...but she really terrifies me." Wiping the back of her hand against her forehead, she inhaled...exhaled...a few times slowly. "She just looked ready to murder us both..."

Yea, Lafay's intimidation had worked, rather sincere or bluffed.

"This is probably going to start a Slytherin/Hufflepuff house war...So, what are you thinking?" Hopefully she could come up with something good. Marilyn's brain was in a state of disfunction at the moment.

"Murder?" Nooo. Maim or torture slowly? Yes.

Shaking the thought away, Evelyn turned around and looking into the mirror, leaning her hands against the side of the sink as she thought about before her gaze flickered over to Marilyn in the reflection. Hmmm. "For one, we should probably think of what to say to any possible question that they could throw at us." From both Lafay and Hadley. "You know...so you don't go into panic mode and turn pale and sweat like you are now?"

Nothing personal or anything. Just getting ready for the possible battle up ahead.

Nodding, Marilyn ran her fingers through her hair. Yes, if questioned...she could NOT start sweating.

Cassie really was turning her into a bleeding Hufflepuff. Had that been part of the plan, too?

*scowl* "Okay...So, I imagine classes with Hadley are going to get decidedly harder for the both of us from here on out...just wanting to point that out...I'm not so much worried about her...as I am Lafay."

On second thought..."If Lafay thinks we've deceived her...is she even going to give us the privilege of questions before she starts slinging hexes...?"

She didn't really think much of classes until Marilyn suggested it just now. What was Hadley going to do? Give them long equations to figure out? Lafay on the other hand...

Staring into the sink, the Slytherin frowned for a moment, recalling a particular moment when Lafay had practically threatened her with expired veritaserum for something she didn't do. Imagine what she'd do for something Evelyn actually deserved. A split second later though, she had the smirk back on her face and shrugged her shoulders. "It's a good thing we have that dueling club coming up then, huh?"

"Come on...you think the Headmaster would allow his Professors to use hexes on us? Her job would be at stake." Meaning...they couldn't be THAT harmed while she was in her angry dragon mood.

Marilyn eyed Evelyn for a moment, wanting to believe what she was saying...but not finding the will. This could get very bad. The blonde was deeply aware...

Which lead her back to what the Head Girl had suggested earlier...They needed to think of possible excuses they might need to use.

"I hope you're right...but just in case...I'm going to play the deeply offended, paranoid card. If Lafay asks us why we honestly believed that..." Okay..."I'm going to say that the actions from everyone as of late torwards our house have been less than desirable..."

Did it makes sense? *face palm* She really hated being in trouble...REALLY hated it...

Well, that was one way to put it.

"Well yea, we'd have to play that card." Maybe not 'extremely' paranoid, but something of the sort. "But not to the point where it looks like we're making it up. Which, we technically aren't but..." She couldn't quite tell if Marilyn was all on board. Evelyn didn't particularly want everything to look...planned.

"So, besides the new rule in the dungeons, and the happening from earlier today..." Pausing mid-sentence, she ran her hands through her hair, frowning once more. Her thoughts had frozen. "What exactly else had their been?" Apparently Lafay thought she was only talking about the Hufflepuff house, which she didn't really care to be honest. It was just, they had very little evidence to back up their cards.

Transfiguration assignment, post 5
 

She had pink hair.

She had pink hair that won't turn back to its normal colour.

...

WHY in the world did Nora have to practice those spells?! And why won't her hair just turn back? Yes, she liked the reddish - dark pink shade, but she couldn't just walk around the castle looking like that!

She snuck into the girl's bathroom, with her hair hidden under a knit cap, and took it off only when she was sure that there was no one around. Wasn't it enough to be the weird girl with a lizard as a pet, instead of an owl or a cat? Did she really have to have PERMANENT pink hair as well?!

Holding her wand and staring at her dark pink locks, she finally closed her eyes and tapped her head twice. "Intaris." She opened her eyes to find it looking the same. Why? What was wrong?

...

After a few more times of trying, she was about to give up and go to professor Magnus or someone (but surely not professor Lafay, because she had a feeling that the head of house would just turn her hair green to match her house colours)...

... she opened her eyes to face her light brown hair.

It was back! But what took it so long?

Never mind that. As much as Nora liked the spells, she knew she won't try them again. Ever.

Jez lent on the sink and stared at her reflection in the slightly cracked mirror. She was too young to be worrying about these things ... Her appearance was one of them. She had never really been bothered about it before - her waist-length black hair, startlingly violet eyes, and skin still tanned from spending part of the summer in south France. A few freckles dotted her nose, but not too many. One of her older brothers, Keegan, had called her pretty in a tomboyish way, and her younger brother, Than, had called her average, maybe favouring the ugly side. Jez had simply slapped Than playfully at the time, but his words now rang in her ears as she stared at herself, seeing what other students must observe regularly. Her hair was in bad need of a trim, and was just scraped into a tangled ponytail without really being styled. Her eyes were too bright for her face, so it looked lie two big purple beacons were peering out of her face. Some of those freckles could be pimples ...
Jez backed away from the mirror, shaking her head. She was being ridiculous. She was being paranoid. She was turning into one of her older sisters, the vain Desdemona, or try-hard Eris. Jezabel Black wasn't vain or a try-hard. She was ... average. Or she tried to be.
Maybe she should try harder.

Thank Merlin the bathroom was empty when Presley walked in. That was, at first glance she didn't notice another person. She stepped squarely in front of the biggest mirror, and stared determindely at her own refelction. "My goals for this week are to remember to take deep breaths when situations get out of hand, and to make more friends than enemies." It seemed to Presley that this week she'd been making more enemies than anything. Though the situation with Elliot had improved. That was a good start. She studied her reflection. Her long light brown hair was curled beautifully, and her hazel eyes stood out because of how large they were. They made her face unproportional. But Presley didn't mind. Supposedly guys liked big eyes. She was too short. Everybody thought her a firstie, though she was twelve now. That was okay too. At least, that was what Presley told herself. "You are beautiful" she lied to her reflection. This was a task that she had to do. Her therapist would check up, Presley knew it. So she constantly had to tell herself that. Once a day. It was a task that was set to her. Like homework, and Pres couldn't leave a task unfinished. So she lied. Everyday, looking into the mirror, she told herself that she was beautiful. Hopefully someday, she would come to believe it.

Potions Homework Post 5
 

The door of the girl’s bathroom swung open, and the second year came in silently. She was really in the mood of making fun of people today. Smirking, she headed over to one of the mirrors. Only after a while, she heard a familiar voice not very far from where she was standing. ‘P-resley?’, the young Ravenclaw mumbled, more like to herself. Biting her lip, she tried VERY hard not to laugh. But it was hilarious to hear the girl talking to her own reflection. Oh, this was more than Gwendolyn could handle. Covering her mouth with her cold hand, the second year hoped Presley hadn’t noticed that she was about to burst into laughing. Come ooooon- who talks to himself in the mirror?!!?

‘HAHHAHAHA!!!!’, :xd: she really couldn’t help laughing. Finally deciding that she sould show herself, she came closer to Presley. ‘Hello’, she said, trying very hard to keep a straight face. After having greeted the girl, Gwen was ready to pretend noting happened. GAh! This is so hard!, she thought, now wishing she hadn’t approached Presley.

Presley whipped around at the sound of laughter, and saw Gwen enter the bathroom. Presley's face got very very red. She couldn't believe that Gwen, of all people had walked in on her talking to herself. "I--uh-hi." She said awkwardly. She took a deep breath and regained her composure. "How were your holidays, Gwen?" If Presley just moved on past this as if it had never happened, perhaps Gwen would as well. Presley wanted to fall on her knees and beg Gwen never to tell another soul what had just passed, but Presley Black did not beg. Especially since the situation at home was rocky enough right now. If word of this got around to her father, Presley would be in so much trouble.

Trying extremely hard to keep a straight face, the second year looked at Presley. While biting her lip, Gwendolyn noticed the girl’s face was turning red. Meh… better not mock her anymore. Enough is enough!, the young Ravenclaw thought. ‘My holidays?’, she repeated, still grinning. Nice change of subject, she wanted to reply, but didn’t. ‘All right… I suppose. I spent a lot of time at home. It was nice just spending time with my parents…. How ‘bout you?’, Gwen asked her friend.

The girl tried to arrange her hair for a while, glimpsing at the mirror. Then, just when Presley was starting to feel better, and probably think Gwen forgot what had happened, she went on talking: ‘So…. What enemies do you want to make friends with?’

Presley's holidays? This one was going to have to be a careful answer. "Luna came home with me, and we had a lot of fun. My father hosted the annual Christmas party this year. That was dull, as usual." There. A descriptive answer, not lying, not letting on the rest. Gwen, nice as she was, she definitely had a hidden evil side.

Or maybe not-so-hidden. Presley thought, as Gwen brought up the incident again. Presley decided to not give her any fuel, to not let her know that this bothered Presley. "That's not what I said," she replied cooly. "I said I wanted to make more friends than enemies, not make friendswith my enemies." Enemies could stay enemies, and Gwen was quickly drifting toward that fence. But Presley was calm and collected. She'd not done anything that anyone could make fun of her for. Except Gwen, and if Presley didn't care, didn't let it affect her, hopefully the girl would get bored with it quickly. Everyone else, upon hearing this news, probably wouldn't even care. 'Okay, so Presley talks to her reflection, who cares?' It wasn't something like 'Presley picks her nose and wipes it on the walls.' Because that..was disgusting. Nobody but Gwendolyn Greene could find any way to use this against her, but that went back to that not-so-hidden evil side.

‘That sounds great’, she admitted. Glimpsing at her friend, Gwendolyn felt her eyes were going wiiiide. Why is she looking like that at me?

O______________o

Really now- don’t tell me you can get upset just because I’m mean? Sure I’m a rude, insufferable know-it-all (or like William calls me, a pureblood spoilt brat), but I’m not that bad… am I?, the young Ravenclaw thought. Meh… making fun of people just happens to be a fun activity.

Oh…okay?! Why do you keep looking like that at me?, Gwendolyn thought, hoping Presley would stop it, because it started to freak her out. ‘Why?’, the second year mumbled, after having listened to the other girl say something like ‘make more friends than enemies’? Having a few enemies is great. You can practice spells on them. Tee hee….

Gulp.

Okay, now it’s getting really personal!, the girl thought. Am I an enemy to you? Why?, she asked herself, but then realized the answers to those questions were kind of obvious. Shall I apologize?, Gwen asked herself, but, against her will, she raised her shoulders. Meh…

‘Right… um….’, she began talking, willing to finish the sentence with a ‘I’m sorry’, but she just couldn’t. ‘…How are your classes going?’

Presley smirked. She'd just very obviously made Gwendolyn Greene uncomfortable. It was kind of a nice feeling. She felt a little powerful, having turned the tables so completely, from her feeling embarrased to Gwen feeling...well uncomfortable. Why? "My father always says that having enemies can only get you so far, but having influential friends can get you everywhere in life. Who knows how influential these people might turn out to be in the future? I just figure I'd better make as many of them my friends as possible." That was why, Gwen. Because people with only a few acquaintances and many many enemies, were never elected Minister of Magic. Were never hired as healers, because healers had to be nice to people, and they were definitely never promoted to top secret jobs. But of course, Presley didn't say that, she just smiled sweetly at her...friend? Were they even friends anymore after what Presley had just done? She wanted them to be, but she wasn't sure how Gwen would react to the whole situation.

Ah, classes. So Gwen didn't hate her. Presley shrugged. "They're pretty boring. It's mostly stuff I've already covered with my tutor. So I spoke to the Headmaster about jumping a year, but he doesn't want me to miss my first year of electives, so he said we'll revisit the subject at the end of next year." That had made her father so angry. He still refused to answer a single letter of hers. Normally he at least had someone write a brief response saying he'd recieved the letter at the very least. But he wasn't even doing that anymore. Not after that huge fight on Christmas Eve. "And for you?" Presley returned the question to the other girl.

Trying not to feel bad that Presley stared at her, Gwen raised her eyes and looked back in the mirror, just so she would avoid the eye contact. Oh, come on… this is ridiculous!, she decide and limpsed back at the other girl. Psh.

‘Hmm’, she only said as answer to Presley’s remark. ‘Maybe… maybe not’ Okay- I shouldn’t start arguing about this too. That would be pathetic. ‘So I guess you are close to your father?’ There, she speaks of her dad all the time, they have to be close. Moreover, listening to her father’s advice shows that she actually thinks he is right. Or that she has to do what he says… Hmph.

You don’t need to be nice to people… Where would all the Slytherins end up if their jobs depended on how nice they were?!, she wanted to say, but bit her lip. Not because she was afraid of anything, but because she had probably already been mean enough.

When listening to Presley talk about the thing with skipping a year, Gwen rolled her eyes… more out of reflex. She didn’t mean to be rude- nope- it was just her way of being. Meh… ‘Obviously’, she only said, as the other girl mentioned she had already talked to the Headmaster. He’s probably sick of all the people asking to skip a year, the second year thought. That was the reason she didn’t even go to the Headmaster to tell him that. ‘Um… I-‘, she begann saying, and then stopped, trying to decide if this was indeed a good idea. Oh, well- here goes: ‘- Why do you want to skip a year so badly? I get that you are bored, but you can NOT possibly know everything.’ You just can’t. And you are ready to skip a year like that…? Hmm…

‘Did you ask the Professors to give you some extra work?’, she then suggested. Like- they should know you want to do more, right? 'But...', Gwen begann saying- 'I don't think skipping a year is based only on your knowledge... but also on your maturity level and things like that'

For me? Well- first of all I didn’t try to do any stupid decisions about skipping a year, she wanted to reply, but didn’t. Enough is enough! ‘All right, I suppose. I really enjoyed the potions and transfiguration classes.’ After making a short break, she added: ‘Oh, and I absolutely love the duelling club!’, she said, this time full of excitement.

How did she get that Presley was close to her father out of something like that? Because it definitely wasn't true. "My father hardly knows I exist," she replied bluntly. "We aren't close." That should end the subject right there. Presley had said the words as if she was finalizing the subject, and there was no more to be said about it. Because regardless of anything, Presley would not be telling Gwen anything else.

The second question was unquestionably linked to the first. But Presley didn't want to tell Gwen that shewanted to skip because her Father would pay attention to her if she did. No, Presley simply shrugged. "Mytutor says I'm performing on a fourth-year level. I want to learn as muc as I can, and perform at the highest level I can." Maturity level? Presley got that she was the youngest in her year, she knew that. But tat didn't mean she couldn't be more mature than them. She actually enjoyedintelligent conversations with the older students, like Philip, and everyone else. She could think on a higher level and be mature. Was Gwen attacking that? And saying that Pres was immature? "My tutor has been sending me work to do that is more on mylevel for a while now, and I have talked to a few of the teachers about it." Pres wasn't stupid. She knew that she could do more, and she had been.

Oh, the duelling club. Presley wished she had been there for more of it. But they'd barely been told to split into partners when she'd felt so sick, and had to leave. Everyone had been raving about it, and Presley dearly wished she hadn't missed it. She nodded at Gwen. "Yes, I heard the duelling club was veryfun. I wish I'd been able to stay." Odds were good Gwen knew she'd gotten sick. They shared a dorm after all.

Ronnie slowly walked into the bathroom, and felt her heart just drop down to what felt like the pit of her stomache. It was the girl, crying at the sink. She sighed and walked up to her, lightly putting a hand on her shoulder.

"You alright?" she asked softly.

Minerva jumped not realizing someone was near her. It was Harvey's new girl well maybe Minerva wasn't sure what happened after she left. "Oh yes I'm fine. I have been ill the last few days and I guess going out side for that long was just a bit to much."

Coming out from one of the leftmost toilet at the Girl's bathroom, Erin heard a sob and someone consoling who was sobbing. She knew that voice and she was sure it was a voice of a close friend. She hurried toward the door and there she was, looking down at one of the sinks. "Minerva?" asked Erin. Something wrong happened and maybe, this Gryffindor girl was only a concerned citizen. Or maybe, she thought wrong.

Then came Harvey in her mind. Why would Minerva cry like this? Minerva would laughed so hard because of Harvey and Erin was sure that Minerva could also cry this hard because of him.

Oh no now Erin was there watching her cry. "I'm fine Erin, really I am. I have actually been sick the last few days I went to the Hospital Wing only two days ago. I thought I was feeling much better, but being out in the cold made me feel sick again so I came running in here." Minerva washed up her hands and face then grabbed a towel to dry them. Minerva looked at this new girl. "I'm sorry we don't even really know each other do we? I'm Minerva and this is Erin." Minerva looked at Erin and gave a weak smile. "I feel so embarrassed I was actually well.." She looked at the new girl should she tell Erin what she was doing in front of her? Minerva was never one to hold back "Well I was actually being support for Harvey at the Gazebo he was about to tell Ronnie, isn't it? Well anyway he was about to tell Ronnie he liked her. I am hoping I didn't ruin that by getting sick." Minerva felt horrible. "Ok let's get back out to Harvey he needs to talk to you."

"Oh! You're sick?" asked Erin disappointed with herself because she'd never really paid enough time with Minerva. How she missed her! Squeamish! Moving towards her direction, Erin gave her a peck on the cheek. that's what friends do, right? "If you're still sick, I can take care of you," said Erin looking really concerned and ashamed with her close friend.

Then, Minerva tried to introduce the girl to Erin. Ronnie it is. "Hello Ronnie!" said Erin waving to the girl who looked like her age. "What year are you?" She didn't even recognize her from before.

Support? For Harvey? So, she's the new girl. Erin hadn't spoken to Harvey as well about his current personal issues such as his lovelife. "Oh! Hi!" Erin repeated.

Alyssa Potter HufflePuff Journal Entry Post#8
 

Alyssa really needed a good long soak after working in Greenhouse but she knew that unless she was a Prefect she wouldn’t have the luxury of a nice long soak in their beautiful tub. She heard from some other students that it was a nice big tub too. But Alyssa had to settle for the next best thing, the Girl’s Bathroom.

After washing up, Alyssa decided to visit the toilet. She pulled out a magazine to read while doing her ‘business’. As she pulled out the magazine from her bag, it snagged something and accidentally pulled it out at the same time. It was the woolen sock. Alyssa leaned forward and grabbed it but in the process something came flying out from it. Everything then moved in slow motion, well at least to Alyssa it looked like it. The metallic egg flew out of the sock, over her head and landed in the toilet bowl behind her. 'Oh gross!!,'Alyssa thought to herself. 'Thank goodness I was doing Number One.' Alyssa quickly redressed and turned to look inside the toilet bowl.

Taking out her wand, Alyssa pointed it at the egg and said,”Accio Egg”. The egg quickly flew out of the toilet bowl and landed in the palm of her hand. “Yech!", Alyssa said to herself looking at the egg. “I definitely need to wash you up.” In a twirling motion, she pointed her wand, and tapping it on the egg, said “Ar-gent-um Humid-us”. Water started seeping from the egg. Using the water dripping from the egg, Alyssa quickly washed the egg all over making sure that it was thoroughly cleaned. Then she dried it up by doing the same wand motions, only this time she said, “Ar-gent-um Sik-us”. Immediately the egg’s metallic shell started to dry up and soon the water had totally evaporated from it. “Now to make sure that its fall into the toilet bowl water mix didn’t affect the shell in any way,” Alyssa said to herself. She used the Excolo charm to polish it up. Waving her wand all over the egg, while tracing every inch of it, she said “Ex-CO-Lo”. Like before, a bright yellow light engulfed the egg and when it disappeared, a shiny egg lay in her hands.

“Sorry about that,”Alyssa whispered to the egg. “I’ll make sure that you don’t get to see the inside of another toilet bowl again.” Alyssa quickly placed the egg back into the woolen sock, and tucked it safely in her bag. Then she went and washed her hands thoroughly before leaving the girl’s bathroom.

Angelina walked into the bath to look her self over, after getting pumpkin juice throwen on the top of her shirt and face, from another first year running around. She looked at herself to find her face wet.

She took a napkin and wipped her face off dry. She felt her lips to feel dry, so she dug her lip gloss out of her school bag and played it on her lips. It gave her lips more shine and to make it so her face didn't look so pale.

After she looked down at her shirt and cleaned it off somewhat. It was almost the end of the day for classes and then she would go up and change for dinner. Smiling at herself in the mirror she then walk away from the mirror and sink and walked out of the bathroom, and ready to started another class.

For The Love of My Life Ladies and Gentlemen... CHRISSY!!
 

Selina walked out of the bathroom stall and headed toward the sink. Her oxfords squeaked as she approached the sink. Once she was there she turned on the faucet and started to wash her hands. She looked in the mirror and chuckled at her appearance today. A sweater, oxfords, a pair of jeans? Her brother was wearing off on her.

Christopher. His name made her sad. He had been so lost lately as had Violet. The two needed to make up already. Their fight was aging Selina years.

Ohhhh stop you flatter me haha! LOVE YOU!
 

A small girl with brown hair was seen running swiftly down the hall seeming a bit frantic, like she was running from something...or someone. It seemed that the girl wasn't originally going to the bathroom, sort of like it was a last minute decision or act of desperation. Who was this panicked girl? And what/who was she running from?

The girl was none other than Violet Le Veela who just happened to avoid something. What/who was it she was running from? Well, Violet was just on her way back to the Hufflepuff Common Room after sending out a letter to Elektra when she saw him. She had seen him at the other end of the hall she was walking down, but it seemed that he didn't see her, but she knew that he would if they crossed paths. What would he say? What would he do? Would he just ignore her or would there be another falling out between the two of them. Violet knew that she wasn't ready to face....Christopher. Although had been about 5 months now, Violet was still absolutely sure that she wasn't ready to face him yet, it was far to soon. She couldn't handle any more tears.

But before she knew it Violet could feel tears starting to form. But oh dear, what if he saw her crying-NO she couldn't let him see her like this. So in an act of desperation to avoid crossing paths Violet turned on her heels and made a bee-line for the Girls' Lavatory. There she would be safe, there she could let out the tears for flashbacks were always filling her head whenever she saw or thought about Christopher.

So Violet ran down the hallway towards the bathroom her boots making that normal clicking sound as she went. Her hands both placed on the door and she came bursting into the Girls' Lavatory. Violet leaned against the door and closed her eyes breathing a sigh of relief and she tried to breathe slowly so she could prevent her tears from running. She slowly muttered softly,"..Safe.." then she slowly opened her violet eyes and they set on a girl that she really didn't expect to see at that exact moment. Violet gasped and her eyes widened before whispering making it difficult for Selina to hear her, "...Oh no...Not now..." but then she shook her head trying to keep relaxed,"I mean...HI Sely! How are you?" Violet smiled brightly and then began fiddling with a lock of her chocolate brown hair.

Selina was looking in the mirror at her nose which seemed to have a small black dot on it. She did not know what it was so she was leaning into the mirror closely to get a better look at it. Upon further investigation she realized it was a blackhead. She hated this part of Quidditch season. She was always so active at this time of year that amount of blemishes increased slightly, but enough for Selina to notice. One blackhead on her face. She turned to the side to check the crease of her nose. While she was turned she saw Vilolet Le Veela. Standing there looking like feeling Selina took two slow steps forward.

She smiled at Violet and said, "I'm good. You seem a little on edge. Everything okay?"

Violet already knew where this conversation was going to and she could tell that it was going to end up involving talking about her and Chris. And Violet knew that Selina was going to question why Violet didn't go to her when they had first broken up or say anything about it. She didn't want to talk about it because she felt awful from not talking to her friend about it, although she already knew Selina knew what happened, but she knew Selina would be waiting for her to tell what had happened. Violet smiled back at Selina and said brightly,"Oh I'm so glad to hear that! What? Me? On edge? No, I'm fine Sely, I'm just fine.." She giggled a little bit.

Selina feigned a bright, happy smile on her face as she looked at Violet. Yet, behind the bright smile and gleaming eyes Selina was furious. They both knew exactly what she was referring to and Violet was avoiding her and that topic. What had Selina done that she was not worthy of Violet confiding in? There was no way that Selina would have picked sides and Violet knew that; however, the little brunette did not go to her best friend. That hurt more than anything else.

Through a gritted smile she said, "Are you sure you're fine? Because I think you might not be..."

Violet could feel a very loud of beating in her chest beginning to increase, what was it? What was i-oh wait that was her heart rate beginning to quicken. What was not helping her relax was Selina's smile, because...it wasn't exactly a real smile showing happiness or comfort. It was more of a smile you see on someone from Azkaban. And it made Violet very very uncomfortable. She started twirling her hair a little more frantically and then she replied a little shaken,"Mm-mmhmm...I'm just fi-" suddenly Violet twirled her body around grabbing onto the door handle. She was going to make a break for it, on of her feet was about to make it out the door when-

Selina was prepared for Violet to make a break for it as the brunette started to talk. Violet had been dodging this conversation for months so why would she even stay now? This was expected. That was why when Violet made a break for it Selina was prepared.

As if by magic Selina jumped mid air across the room and for a moment seemed to fly. It was like she was suspended mid-air and falling fast. She landed on her ankle and did a little bounce, "I'm okay!" Then she saw that she was right in front of Violet and jumped on Violet and pinned her to the ground, "TELL ME!!!!!!! I WANT TO HEAR YOU SAY IT!"

As Violet was about to make it out of the bathroom she couldn't but wonder, was Selina even going to follow her? Because of this curiosity she couldn't help but turn her head back, but when she did that all she saw was a flying creature-like bird, almost harpie-like, with fiery red hair and piercing blue eyes coming towards her. It was almost as if it were in slow motion.

Violet gasped as she prepared for the impact and shut her eyes tightly waiting to fall to the ground. But alas, it didn't come and Violet waited a moment for she opened one eye to squint at Selina. She saw Selina lifting weight off of one her feet, guessing she landed wrong from her flying. Violet then opened both eyes and placed her hands on her heart saying sympathetically,"OH Merlin Sely are you alr-AHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!" then Selina had jumped on Violet and caused her to fall backwards. Before she knew it Violet was pinned on the ground and looking into the eyes of a crazy woman. Her eyes widened as Selina demanded Violet tell her. Violet then replied quickly,"ALRIGHT, I BORROWED YOUR EARRINGS LAST WEEK WITHOUT ASKING YOU DON'T EAT ME!!"

She pressed her shoulders into the ground and stared her in the eye slamming her back down into the ground. A snarl escaped her lips and she snapped back, "You know what I mean." Her blue eyes were like unsettled waves. It had been over five months and Violet had still not told her. She was going to be nice, but she was done with that. Violet Le Veela would tell her if it was the last thing she did.

Violet then squeaked a little bit in pain, Sely was hurting her shoulders. She was actually very afraid right now of Selina, she didn't like this side of her at all when this crazy woman came out. It really made Violet afraid for her life at times. Then after what she said Violet knew exactly what Selina meant and Violet's expression changed completely. But she tried to covered it with a small giggle before she turned her head to the side saying softly,"I don't know what you mean Sely.."

"You know what I mean!" She said really hurt. Selina suddenly realized how ridiculous she looked and crawled off of Violet. She pulled herself up and left Violet on the ground. Her hands found their way to the sink and she hung her head low, "Do you know how hurt I am that you didn't tell me? That I had to find out from him? I knew you first Violet. You will always be special in that respect. Why didn't you tell me?"

Saraahhhhhhhh! <3
 

Violet watched as she got off of her and walked over to the sink. She then slowly sat up and looked down as Selina told her how she felt. Violet knew this was going to happen and knew Selina would be upset with her. She then slowly stood and said softly,"Selina...You know that you were the first person that I wanted to go to...Your name was the first that popped into my head when I broke down...But you don't understand..." Violet slowly wrapped her arms around herself before going on,"I didn't tell you because...Because I knew that Chris was going to tell you what happened and I knew that if I told you what happened you would feel obligated to choose sides and in no way did I want to do to that to you...Because it wasn't fair.." Violet then added,"Not only that, you had a lot going on with Gideon and things were seeming to be really working out for you two, and I didn't want to falter that by adding my dilemma to your stress.." Violet once again began feeling tears start to form as she finished,"I didn't want you to feel obligated to choose between us...I'm sorry Sely...I am so so sorry..."

As Violet spoke Selina kept her head hanging low over the sink. She could not look at the brunette while she was talking about this whole situation. There was a fear that if she looked she would crumble with her current resolve and forgive Violet for everything she had done. That was the last thing that Selina wanted to do at the present moment. She was mad and not just at Violet, but Chris too. Without even knowing it they had made her decide. By avoiding things and not talking to her they made her decide. And her decision was to not to really talk to either of them until they worked it out to be at least friends.

"I don't doubt your sorry Violet...but it hurts. I had to find out from Christopher... do you know what that is like? Look I'm not stupid. I know you and Elektra were closer than me and you, but I just thought, ugh, I don't know now that she wasn't here you could come to me. I can't help that I'm not Elektra..."

Kiyomi wipe her hand with tissue, then try to open the door. Unfortunately, it stuck.
"Hello? Anyone there? Can you help me with the door?" Kiyomi yell.
When there's no answer, he reached through her pockets just to remember that her wand were in her bag right outside the door.

With her wand in one hand and the box from Arithmancy class in the other, Sierra Greingoth wandered down the corridors of the castle. Right. She had not a clue in this world what she was meant to be doing, but all she did know was that she was technically holding a cursed walnut in her hands. If it blew up in the next five seconds, she was going to haunt Hadley in the afterlife...

She pushed open the door to the girls' bathroom and stepped inside. If she was going to possibly look like an idiotic fool in doing this, she was going to do it away from the crowds of people. She placed the box on the sink and stared at it, almost as if she was hoping the answers would simply come to her.

Tori was NOT about to look like a fool and a magic school failout in front of her peers as she attempted her Arithmancy homework. She huffed and she puffed and she kicked the door the girl's bathroom, since one of her hands was full with the box under her arm and her other hand was clutching her wand and notes. Grr.

Stupid homework. See this was exactly why she did NOT like Arithmancy. It was sooooo involved and took all this work and calculations and all sorts of things she didn't even know how to do!

But whatever. Tori made her way over to the sinks and carefully balanced her box on the edge of the sink. Tori cleared her throat and eyed the other girl at the sink.

Sierra Greingoth. Perfect. Just what she needed now. SIGH. She would just have to ignore... it. Greingoth. That. Ugh.

Tori tapped her box so that it opened and the cursed walnut hovered there. "Now what?" the redheaded third year voiced aloud. Now what indeed...

No. Freaking. Way.

What are the odds that Sierra hides out in the girls' bathroom to do the same exact homework assignment Tori frazzling Bunbury was also in the bathroom to do? "It had to be you of all people, didn't it?" she mumbled, not looking up. Nevertheless, she sighed and turned Tori's way. Bunny didn't seem to know what was going on either, so Sierra figured they could at least cheat off one another.

They were both Slytherins. That shouldn't be a problem, right?

Sierra, too, tapped the box and up rose the cursed walnut. "Cast Arithmos Revelio," Sierra answered, even though she knew Bunny hadn't been talking to her. The thing was, Sierra needed Bunny's help next, so hopefully the message was conveyed. She brought her wand down then up, and then she finished off the movement with a nice flick. "Arithmos Revelio!"

At least, Tori consoled herself, the other girl doing the same assignment was also a Slytherin. She wouldn't have been able to handle a Puffer watching her totally fail at magic tricks right now. So anyway, they could work together cheat off each other for the benefit of their own House!

Wooo!

"Arithmos Revelio?" Tori repeated softly, not moving her wand yet. She watched Sierra perform the spell first and then did the same thing, moving her wand down and then up with a flick. "ARITHMOS REVELIO!"

She waited for a long line of numbers to slowly appear, brighter and clearer with each passing moment. "Now what do we do? Decipher these?"

2808052749

Sierra watched as a group of numbers appeared and floated above the box. Her eyes followed them until they stopped, and then she stared at them, unsure what to do next. She looked over at Bunny, but the girl was asking questions left and right, which was a good sign that she'd be absolutely no help. That figured. Sierra rolled her eyes and looked back at her number.

"No, not yet," she said, raising her wand again. "We're supposed to tap the numbers until they break apart into those four groups Hadley talked about." She experimentally tapped her wand at a few of the numbers, but nothing ever seemed to happen. "Great...," she mumbled.

Where was Hollingberry when you needed her?!

2808052749

Tori stared at her numbers, then blinked at Sierra's (which were the same), then went back to staring at hers. "Hmm. When Hadley did this, the numbers just broke up like, right away, right?"

Flicking her wand out, Tori poked at her floating numbers. "She said they'll break into the uh..." she eyed her notes resting on the edge of the sink, "Basis, Kernel/Core, Range, and Cline/Type. Right?"

Riiiiiiiight....

Sierra, like Tori, was staring at both sets of numbers and waiting for some startling revaluation to come. There was nothing, though. Absolutely nothing. The numbers just floated there, taunting them, like they were reveling in the fact they couldn't be beaten.

"No," Sierra said, tapping at the numbers again, "she had to find some combination. She said they wouldn't break up otherwise." She tapped at the numbers in several different places. She poked her wand at them, getting a little annoyed, but of course nothing actually happened. They were numbers. They didn't care what she did to them.

Or maybe they did? They were guarding a cursed walnut, after all. Just then, after one additional tap, the numbers began to break apart.

28 080 527 4 9

28 080 527 4 9

Tori "hmm'd" at the way the numbers broke up. Looked like they were the same as the ones from class, so that was good. "Well it looks like we have our combinations so......... now what do we do?" She did not like feeling this clueless and stupid and lost and especially not around Sierra Greingoth. Yuck.

"Do we touch the walnut yet?" Her wand was just ITCHING to give that thing a poke.

An evil smile slowly made its way across Sierra's face. No, they shouldn't touch the walnut, and she wanted more than anything to play innocent and tell Bunny they should. It would be a spectacular show to see, but no--Sierra wouldn't do that. Could it be that she was being nice? Umm, no. She just might need Bunny later on in case there was more confusion, so she couldn't have the girl fried by walnut.

"Right now," she said, eyeing the number combination, "we crack the code. We have to figure out what these numbers mean or else that walnut will..." She paused. She didn't know what it would do. "...freeze us." She though. That's what had happened a few times in class, at least. "Then when we crack the code, we crack the walnut."

She gestured toward Bunny's code. "After you," she said.

Desiree had gone into the girl's bathroom to.. well go to the bathroom. She was just finishing up washing her hands when Indigo slipped out of her open bag which was slung over her shoulder, and into the sink!

She decided to wait a second. To see if Indy liked the water or not, and... she didn't. The little silver egg was shaking. Worried she quickly turned off the water and grabbed her out, setting her on the counter. She took out her wand.. "Argentum, Siccus"

There, she was nice and dry now, every- wait she was still shaking! Poor thing it must be freezing, Desiree had the water on really cold. She felt the egg and sure enough it was like an ice cube. These eggs were so sensitive. She held her wand up again. "Argentum, Calidus" she said quietly. Then she put her carefully back into the bag, making sure to close it this time.

Crack the code. Oooh. That sounded ominous. Tori eyed Sierra, almost certain that the girl was trying to trick her but she refrained from poking her walnut anyway. Hmmmph.

"So... the numberssssss. THE SAME ONES FROM CLASS." Tori cleared her throat and pointed out the combinations and what parts they matched up to. "This is what I got. Ya?"

"Oh," Sierra said, looking back toward the floating numbers. It was only then that she realized she and Bunny had conjured the same exact grouping. Hmm. Was it the numbers from class? She didn't know. Arithmancy was confusing enough with having to retain information over a couple of days. "Right." She peered over at Tori's numbers, studied them for a few seconds, and the nodded once. "Yup, ...that's what I have, too."

"Okay, so...the basis is supposed to determine what the spell effects. We've got a twenty-eight there," she pointed out. She flipped through her Arithmancy textbook and read the information for two and eight. "Okay, so a two means...harmony, unity, relationships, collaboration, duality, and humans/human magic. An eight means...authority, finances, business, success, material wealth, self-mastery, complex thought/reasoning, and fluidity." She didn't know what half those words meant, but oh, well. "Any thoughts?"

...was she really collaborating with Bunny?!

Tori plucked her parchment up off the sink, careful not to accidentally brush the walnut, and started jotting down everything Sierra said. "And then there's 080, which would be...."

Sierra edged closer to Bunny and watched while the girl scribbled down everything they were discussing. It was an odd thing, this working with Tori Bunbury. In a way, it sort of reminded her of that 'business relationship' interpretation Bunny had just made. "Zero-eight-zero," she said, "...that'd be the kernel or core, which is what the spell does." So, great. It looked like they were headed down the road to nowhere...

She took the parchment and slid it closer to her. "Five, two, seven--that's the range. It tells us how the spell is activated," she said, eyeing the unity part of that collaboration. She was starting to have a sinking feeling that...

...no. It couldn't be.

"So... what? Does the spell do nothing?" Tori frowned and tried not to scoot away from Sierra, who was creepin' in on her space bubble. Ugh. Ugh. Enemy be creepin'.

What did this MEAN for them? Were they going to start getting along suddenly now, after working on this hellish homework assignment? Tori stared between her parchment and Sierra, gaping just a bit.

"Great," Sierra mumbled under her breath. "Can't you see it, Tori?" She gestured toward the parchment. "The answer's right in front of us." She tapped an area of the parchment with her index finger. "In order to open the walnut,..." *dramatic pause and eye roll* "...we've got to work together."

"Maybe we should..." She paused as a look of disgust crept across her face. "Open each other's walnut..."

Tori ALMOST LAUGHED at Sierra's dramatic pause and eye roll. Wow. It was weird; if they weren't such blood-sworn enemies, they could almost be friends. They WERE oddly alike, after all....

Nah, that was such a ridiculous thought. Them, friends?! NEVAH!

"Ummmmmm right...." Tori took a step back from the walnut boxes and gave Sierra a slap on the back that pushed the girl closer to them. "After you.... frenemy." EVIL!BEAM.

Sierra gave Tori an intense glare before stepping closer to the girl's walnut. "So the curse breaks when you crack the code," she recalled. "...and we've cracked the code to mean that we have to...collaborate on this." She looked toward her own walnut and then to Tori's. What's the worst that could happen? If it froze her, it'd only be temporary. "So I'm opening your's, and in return, you'll open mine..." She reached out toward Tori's walnut, edged in closer and closer, and then...

...she snatched it away from the box. There it sat, in her hand--just like a regular old walnut. Sierra squeezed it hard, causing the two halves to crack open. She smirked at the walnut and then at Tori. "Told ya," she said.

Well well well. Tori applauded Sierra, not sincerely of course so her applause sounded loud and awkward in the echoes of the bathroom. She stopped rather quickly and stepped forward to pluck the other girl's walnut out of her box too.

Boom. Done. Tori smirked over at her archenemy and cracked it too, popping the edible part into her mouth and crunching loudly. "Mmm... shame this assignment was so freakin' hard it took TWO of us to do." She rolled her eyes. "But yeah, we did it so.... good job?"

Sierra pocketed the walnut then gathered everything that belonged to her. "Seriously," she said, rolling her eyes. Although surprisingly, this time the eye roll wasn't directed toward Tori. It was directed toward the assignment which they better get a good fifty points for. "Hmm, yeah. Good job." She managed a tiny smile as she headed toward the door. "Yeah, well...see ya around." She hesitated a second longer then slipped back out the bathroom door.

Look at that, they were like... almost being civil to each other....! Tori nodded in agreement with Sierra and gathered up her parchment and notes. "See ya...."

She waited for the other girl to get a good head start and checked out her hair in the meanwhile. Then she tapped the box to pack it all up, gathered all her stuffs, and headed out. Now to do the write-up for this mess.... ugh. Would it never end?!

Anyone? VM me.
 

Gaby wandered into the bathroom, intending to find a mirror and sort her hair out. Normally she wouldn't care how it looked, but she'd fallen out of the treehouse, and had a feeling that there were leaves and stuff all caught up in it. It was probably a just a huge, tangled mess on the top of her head... although it looked like that a lot of the time anyway. But that wasn't the point.

As she dumped her bag by the side of the sink and began to pull the leaves and bits of twigs from her hair (gross) she caught sight of a girl in mirror. She looked rather sad, actually. Gaby turned around with a friendly smile and gave a little wave. 'Are you okay?' she asked, concerned.

Lilly tried to stop herself from laughing. Luckily, she succeded. She wasn't trying to be mean, but the girl did look slightly funny, her hair full with twigs. She restored herself. 'I'm fine,' she replied, letting her hair loose into a golden sheet. Lilly smiled back, warmly. Inside, she was still anxious about her new home. 'I'm Lilly,' she carried on talking. But after introducing herself, she didn't trust herself to speak without bursting into tears. Lilly fiddled with her new :spork: necklace. She was very proud.

Violet stomped into the girl's bathroom and plopped her bag down near the sink. She leaned across the sink to peer at herself in the mirror, expecting to see ugly red boils all over her face. No, they were all gone--well, maybe...was that a faint pink spot on the end of her nose? But...no, even as she watched it, it faded into nothing. She turned on the water and began to wash her hands and arms, then her face. Then she got a towel and looked herself over again as she dried off. No, no more boils--her potion must have worked. What had Professor Lafay been thinking, though, to inflict boils on them just for a Potions Final?! And they'd had no choice about the matter, either--she'd said they would only get half credit if they didn't eat that cake. Violet wondered what would happen to any students who couldn't brew the Boil-Cure Potion correctly.

Egggz Journal #8
 

Tori had wanted to give Harry a bath ever since Simba had covered him in spittle. Now, after class one day, she had her chance. She walked into the girl's bathroom where she had once done homework with Sierra Greengoblin, and dumped her bag into an empty sink.

Tossing all the junky papers and broken quills into the trash left Tori with one shaken little egg. "Hehee hi Harry!" she greeted her Charms project. "Ready for a bath?"

Tori stopped up the sink and dumped in a bunch of bubble bath stuff she'd stolen from her stepmother over break. Then she turned on the tap, and watched as her egg quivered and squirmed and tried to avoid the hot faucet. Hmm, that was weird. It wasn't like the water was going to get INSIDE him, right? He was a SOLID egg. He sure FELT solid.

Anyway, once the bath was ready, Tori turned off the water and set about scrubbing and washing her little pet egg. She could have sworn she heard Harry making a whistling sound but that was probably her imagination. Or it could've been the bathroom. Tori had heard rumors of a ghost that lived in one of these bathrooms.... probably this very one!

She finished washing Harry and then let the water drain out, rinsing him under the tap gently. With that done, the redhead started drying him using a combination of the charms "Argentum Siccus" and "Argentum Calidus." When Harry looked shiny and bright, like new again, Tori gave him a little kiss and tucked him into her right skirt pocket.

There, all good! Mission accomplished.