The sigh said it all. Yet he already knew she was extremely disappointed by the horrible news he was able to deliver. HORRIBLE NEWS...if one wanted to see a mermaid.

"Sure, you can. He's your Head Boy, might be of better help than me." In this sort of cases. Treyen could be of help in...any other case that didn't involve letting pretty Slytherins into the Prefects Bathroom. He wasn't going to do that. Ever.

He chuckled, lightly, and eyed her as she explained her motivations for becoming a Prefect. Such a keeper, this one was.

"You wish it? Just for the bathroom?" an eyebrow was raised, and he decided to ignore all the blushing that was going on. That blushing couldn't be good, right? Was it caused thanks to one of those things he did, that he had no idea he did, when he'd done them? Probably.

Ah! Lafay. "Respect. That's all she wants. And...for children to keep away from her...not that you get to be inside that category, you're not a kid, you're Princess, correct?" Cue wide smile.

AHA! Exactly what he wanted a big mirror to see the results of his new hairstyles. Well, well, well what was he going to do now with his hair? Hmm.

An afro? Hehe. Let's see how he would look like if he had an afro. Taking out his wand he tapped once on his head "Felintas" he thought very hard of this particular hairstyle. He touched his hair and felt a big wig on his head and that could only mean that the spell has worked. He checked his afro in the mirror, he looked so different that it was hard to believe that person in the mirror was him.

The afro looked funny on him but it was now time to go back to his old hair. Tapping twice on his head "Intaris" and the afro was gone.

"He may be Head Boy, but you're pretty important toooooo," Tori did that eyelash flutter thing again. "And no, I mean," she waved her hand at her face in an attempt to cool the blush off, "I mean, I would want to.... lead my peers and younger students... to House Cup and Quidditch Cup victory."

That sort of... thing. Yeah. Whatever else Prefects did, she would do too. And also take nice long deluxe bubble baths.

"Right," Tori grinned back. "Princesses are --or should be-- exempt from most silly rules anyway." She flipped her hair. "But as a Prefect, of course, I would ah, obey all the important ones."

Er right.

"I AM a Top Points Earner." Ahem. Applause, please. "That counts for something, right? Looks good for a future prefect?" She could balance homework AND Quidditch. Impressive, yes?

He was more inclined to help Hufflepuffs than Slytherins, though. However, he wouldn't let anyone into that bathroom, regardless of what House they belonged to.

The boy still smiled, she was right. "Still. Ask him." Wink.

Ah. Okay. That made total sense. "That's better, actually, that you're thinking of your House and not only about yourself." She was suited for a Prefect position if she kept on thinking that way. The bathroom part had been extremely selfish.

Nod. Yes, just the important rules, the others can be broken...if the situation was right for them to be broken, that is.

"Impressive." A little overachiever in his presence. "Maybe even Head Girl." He'd nodded, she seemed like she'll do a fantastic job reigning the dungeons...once Lafay decided to leave them. As of now, that was Lafay's territory.

Done with the afro style, Nikolas continue on with the hair color. Hmmm this time he could try...blonde hair? Not sure about this decision Nikolas picked up his wand and tapped his head once and said "Ristaris" Blonde,Blonde,Blonde he thought. He knew he wasn't going to like this hair color.

He looked in the mirror and...he hated. He hated being blonde. He frowned, this color didn't suited him at all. Let's get over with this. Tapping twice on top of his head he said "Intaris". Every strand of blonde hair was replaced by a brown one. He was pleased to see his hair back. Now off to the common room!

"Head Girl," Tori repeated breathlessly, already imagining herself with Evelyn's badge pinned to her robes. "Head Girlllllll. I'd like that."

Just IMAGINE how she could abuse that power! 500 points to Slytherin! 800 points from Hufflepuff! MWAH! She loved it. She could make firsties do all her homework and force the Quidditch captain to put her on the team. Brilliant!

"What year are you, Treyen?" she asked suddenly. "Maybe you can be Head Boy after Salander graduates!!!"

Oh. She liked that, didn't she? The 'Head Girl' bit? He knew she'll like it. He'd had that feeling that a girl like her would want to become Head Girl sooner or later.

Thinking about Tori as a possible Head Girl was a rather sad thought, though, for he wouldn't be able to witness such an event if it ever happened, he'll be long gone by then. He still nodded.

And then was surprised at her question. Hadn't he said that already? Not precisely. He said he'd become Prefect last year, and that last year he'd been a fifth year. She SHOULD have been able to figure it out on her own, correct? Treyen will be answering, regardless, "Sixth." Nod. And...then his eyes widened a little. Him. Head Boy. He began to feel that the air around him wasn't enough, and that perhaps he'd been transported to a little box in which he'll probably choke to death.

The responsibility of being Head Boy was one he wasn't ready to take. CLEARLY. He didn't know those were his thoughts, until now. "Yeah, I really don't know. I'm not the only sixth year." Right? He HOPED.

Tori was horrible with math, what could she say. Hence the girl's dislike for Arithmancy.

"Sixth year.... so, next year, that COULD be YOU! Just think, you'd be the Headmaster's right hand man!" Tori giggled and patted Treyen's shoulder affectionately. "That would be SO cool. You could like, change the school rules so that all prefects, captains, AND cool kids could use the Prefect's bathroom. Isn't that AWESOME?!"

That would be SO AWESOME. Only problem was.... LiL Lockhart didn't seem to think so. "What's wrong?" Tori frowned. "You're CLEARLY the only CORRECT CHOICE for Head Boy though." Duh. "Don't you WANT the job?!"

Once again found herself wandering past the mirror on the fourth floor. It was Sunday, her goals day. Every Sunday she told herself her goals for the week, at exactly two in the afternoon. The problem this afternoon, was that there were already people at the mirror. Having a conversation about head boy/girl-ness. Treyen, and some Slytherin girl that Presley thought was just the year older than her, but she could have been wrong. Doing her best to fake like she'd just been passing through the corridor, Presley kept walking with a smile on her face. Looked like she'd be using the bathroom mirror today. She waved cheerily to the pair. "Hey Treyen. Hey..." What was her name? Pres had already directly addressed Treyen. It would be soo rude not to do the same for this girl. In the space of two seconds Presley wracked her brain, trying to recall if she'd ever heard another student address this girl. Violet? No...."Victoria." Presley crossed her fingers behind her as she kept walking, and silently prayed that she'd guessed corectly. If she hadn't, well, she couldn't help that now.

Hate Potion: post 1-Kerri/Marilyn
 

Cassie paced back and forth with her book bag swinging beside her. Where was Marilyn? Did she not realize that she was late? Ugh it was such a pain working with her. Always running late or something, she just couldn't stand Slytherins. Did she mean that? She wasn't sure but after having that butterbeer that Marilyn gave her, she had been feeling particularly testy with the girl.

Yeah, Princess Tori, thanks for making it LOUD and clear. Being Head Boy actually carried about the same amount of responsibility as being Prefect, but the name was heavier to carry around. He...wasn't sure if he could do it well, though, mainly because he's never considered it, just as he never considered being Prefect.

But...wait..., "That's hardly fair." He chuckled, referring to the 'cool people' admittance to the bathroom. "I'd rather it stay just for Captains and Prefects, after all, you'll become one, right?" So, no need to adjust the rules.

Truthfully? He'll tell her, "I've never considered it, actually, so I don't know how I feel about it." Right now, he wasn't feeling too good about becoming Head Boy, maybe because the position was already filled. By one Sir Awesome.

And being the ONLY correct choice kind of put a WHOLE lot of pressure into this.

His head turned as soon as he heard someone call his name. And a smile was on his face when he noticed who it was. He was suddenly reminded of Finn and instantly linked the young man with New York. Good times.

"Hey, Presley. Everything's good?" he asked. If the Ravenclaw and the Slytherin got together, they'll be breaking into the Prefects' Bathroom in no time. But...Victoria?

His eyes found the so-called Victoria girl standing next to him. So, Tori stood for Victoria, correct? He kinda liked Victoria better.

"Well yes, but I might not be made Prefect next year, as a fourth year." Tori started curling a lock of red hair around her index finger. "I mean, not everyone can be Kurumi 'I'm the next Hermione' Hollingberry." She rolled her eyes. Seriously, that girl was a walking textbook... in EVERY subject.

Why hadn't Treyen considered it?! Clearly he was the best man for the job! Tori opened her mouth to say just that when a Ravenclaw suddenly appeared near the mirror. Tori closed her mouth and narrowed her eyes at the girl, waiting for her to leave before she continued. But to her great surprise, she seemed to know her name!

Tori gaped at the 'Claw. "Are you a Seer or something...." what was is Treyen had called her...."Presley?" ODD. She KNEW Tori's NAME!!!

Presley paused on her way down the hall, turned around and nodded. "Yeah, everything's great. You?" Did he seem suspicious of her? She'd done nothing wrong. In fact, this year she'd been on her best behavior...most of the time. She hadn't broken into a forbidden bathroom, mouthed off to anyone who was a figure of authority, been late to any classes, or missed any marks. Why would he be suspicious?

Seer? No...."No, I'm not, why? Did I get your name wrong?" That would be terrible! Presley had tried so hard to be right! If she was wrong, and this girl got mad about it, well, Presley was kind of a small girl, with as of yet, limited magical knowledge. She didn't know nearly as many spells as this girl must. Presley shrank a little, wishing she hadn't asked about the name. What if she was right? She'd just given away the fact that she'd guessed!

WELL...no one actually knows for sure, right? He hadn't had a clue when it was his time to take on the position given to him. He'd taken it, regardless of how much he'd hesitated before doing so.

Another chuckle left his mouth and he didn't mean for that to happen, but the rolling of the eyes had been rather amusing. "I take it you don't like her much?" that was a shame, because Kurumi was a great girl, and an amazing friend to have.

Tsk, tsk. No narrowing the eyes, VICTORIA.



He smiled, kindly, "Good to know." That everything was great. "I've been doing perfectly fine, thanks for asking." MORE than perfectly fine, actually, but he wouldn't go into details.

Ah! Could it be possible for Presley to have gotten Tori's name wrong? Nope. Otherwise the redhead wouldn't have reacted the way she did. It was likely that Princess Tori didn't know Presley and was only wondering how the Ravenclaw knew it.

"No you.... you actually got it right." Tori squinted at the other girl. "Have we met before? I'm Princess Tori. PLEASE. Do NOT call me Victoria." She smiled politely and held out her hand.

"Well not that there's anything WRONG with Kurumi, persay," Tori sighed, "but she just like, knows EVERYTHING! There's no competing with her during class at all!"

It was not fair! omg! "Anyway. I'm sure she's a perfectly lovely.... person." Sure. Gryffindors were all right.

Presley nodded in response to Treyen. At least he wasn't asking what she was up to. Then she would have to explain. That would not be good. Well, she wasn't doing anything wrong, but she didn't want to tell anyone what she was up to. Which might mean it was bad? Finlay last year had told her that if she felt like she had to sneak, it was probably not waht she should be doing....but she wasn't breaking rules...
Presley shook the girls hand. "I don't think we have. I've just seen you around. Heard your name from teachers on the first day of school?" Princess? That was a little pretentious. Presley couldn't even recall seeing this girl at any parties lately. So why did she call herself Princess? Presley's family went to all the high society parties..."Absolutely. I'l remember that. I'm Presley Black. It's nice to meet you Tori." She turned back around, "I'd better be going. See you guys later!"

See? Her name was actually Victoria, but she preferred to be called Tori. Princess Tori. Snort. Funny girl.

But Presley was soon leaving, without saying much than a 'See you'. "Yeah, see you, Presley!" he said, raising his voice only a little so Presley would be able to hear him when she turned around.

Now, back to Tori.

He got sliiiiiiightly closer to her, and spoke in a softer tone, "Not even I can call you Victoria?" he asked, smiling kindly again, "I like Victoria more than Tori." And he also liked Eliana more than Ellie, but if Tori was as stubborn as his favorite Ravenclaw then he was bound to call this Slytherin 'Princess Tori' for the rest of his Hogwarts years...or...when she got tired of being called that.

Really, though, it'd be nice to call her by her real name.

"As far as Kurumi goes...there's no competition. No two people are alike and you can't have the same opinions...plus, books aren't everything, surely you can be as great as she is during class." No excuses for not being one step ahead of Miss Hollingberry. But he knew that his Gryffindor friend was one of the smartest he's ever met.

Not an easy task, Princess Tori.

No, see, they hadn't met. Tori was RIGHT. She shook the other girl's hand and then nodded politely when she said she had to leave. Good. She had the shifty look of trouble anyway.

And Tori liked being alone with Treyen. Perfect Prefect Treyen.

"Wellllllllll," Tori drawled, smirking as she twirled another strand of red, red hair mischievously, "Perhaps we can work something out, Treyen. Perhaps you let me take just a peek of the prefect's bathroom, and I'll allow just you to call me Princess Victoria."

She did the eyelash-flutter-flutter thing again.

"See? No competition." Tori's little smirk turned into a pout. "I swear she's half robot and has every textbook memorized." It was probable, right? Didn't Asian people make robots like all the time?

Was she glad that Presley had left? It seemed like she was. He'd be slightly suspicious if that were to be the case.

All he gathered from everything she said was...that he wasn't allowed to address her as 'Victoria'. A SHAME, for he kind of pronounced her name as if she was Queen instead of Princess. You know, the Prefects bathroom wasn't that great..., "Perhaps I will, if you'll drop the 'Princess' part and be just Victoria," to him, of course. She could introduce herself as she wished, for that's all she's been doing so far, yes?

And here we go again with the eyes stuff. Weird stuff. Neptune stuff.

Tori didn't understand, did she? "Knowing what's written in textbooks doesn't matter." What matters is all that knowledge about real life...and how she was clearly manipulating this Lockhart so she could take a peek at the bathroom.

Oh, yes, he knew what she was doing, but he also wanted to call her 'Victoria'.

"It doesn't matter, does it?" Tori asked coyly, taking another step closer to the prefect. "Well if my name is what really matters to you, Treyen," and clearly it did, otherwise he wouldn't be so gung-ho on calling her by her full name, "then I'll let you - AND ONLY YOU - call me Victoria."

Wink.

But that wasn't all, of course, for she wouldn't have been sorted into Slytherin if she wasn't clever and sneaky and ambitious and all that.

"But you haaaaaaaaaaaave to let me into the bathroom, all right? Even for just a peek." A peep. "I swear I won't tell a soul. Cross," she drew her finger across his chest, "my heart."

Teehee.

Smirk.

What would Finlay do...actually, Finlay wouldn't have done a thing, because he didn't care much about names to begin with. And truthfully, Treyen didn't either, but with Tori...it was different, and fun to be asking for permission. Lots of fun.

The password to access the bathroom could be easily changed...and didn't Cedric gave Potter the password back in the days?

Not that he was comparing Victoria to Harry Potter in any way...

..."Deal." Well, wasn't HE a real Hufflepuff for exchanging something that wasn't truly his, to achieve something else for his own amusement. "I'll give you the password...and...I'm sure I can come up with an excuse if another Prefect finds you." Wink.

Let's just make one little Slytherin happy today, yes? Only one.

"That's my heart you just crossed, by the way," he chuckled. And his heart wasn't hers, it already belonged to a particular Ravenclaw.

Mwahahahahahah YESSSSSSSSSSSH. It had WORKED. Tori Bunbury was THE FLIRTMASTER™. HOLLA.

"Deal." She smirked and clapped her hands a little. YAYYYY. "So what's a good excuse, eh?" She wanted to hear this one. It just miiiiiiiiight come in handy. Heh.

Oh it was his heart, was it? Tori pretended to be shocked with wide eyes. "Well cross your heart AND my heart too," she corrected, crossing her own heart with a solemn nod. "So what is it?"

The password of course.

let's pretend he DID give her the password.
 

See? One VERY happy Slytherin. It was fun to watch.

And he'd made a deal with a Slytherin girl? That was a first. It took her long enough to make him agree with the bathroom thing, though, so it wasn't as easy as one would think.

"A good excuse would be...'Treyen granted me entrance', you may have been looking for something I left there." Which was entirely and completely true. He'd granted her entrance...until the password was changed. "I'm sure the mermaid-thing would be very convincing." But the password wouldn't be explained that way.

Smirk.

"Fine, both our hearts." Amusing, this girl. His eyes scanned the place soon after speaking and he leaned closer only to whisper in her ear the correct password...that was...

...whatever he'd whispered.

"Feel free to check the mermaid thing for yourself." Who knows? Maybe Tate decided to place one in there today.

yesssssssssir ;)
 

Oh right. That was kind of an obvious excuse, now that Tori thought about it. "Okay okay," She nodded. "I can do that." Well of COURSE she was going to do that, now that she knew the password and everything.

Tori tried very hard not to giggle when Treyen whispered the password in her ear. It was tickily!

"Oh I will." Tori nodded. "Later, though, not today." Because she had a good idea of who she wanted to take with her to check out the whole mermaid thing. Teehe. "Thanks for the password, Treyen!"

Tori leaned forward and gave the prefect a biggggggggggg, cuddly hug.

There. Treyen had given her the password, plenty of winks and smiles, AND most importantly...an excuse in case she managed to get caught by one of his kind. The Prefects kind, that is.

Later? Not today? Yeah, in three days the password WILL be changing...she better hurry up. He was not mentioning that bit about the password being changed, she was smart enough to figure it out on her own, plus, she could get the password out of him again, right? She did it once.

"No problem, Victoria." Smile. See? She had a pretty name.

The hug was...not expected at all...he still returned it, but it lasted almost nothing. On his side, anyway, because he wasn't much of a hug kind of person, truth be told.