"Yes, I'll have to make due. Which is why i want something crafty, when in animal form one's thoughts are lessened to that of an animal." Maxwell said sipping his drink and thought for a moment... "You know what would be a fantastic adventure? going through the secret tunnel in the whomping willow!" Maxwell said as if it were some revelation.

Taylor raised her eyebrows, "They are? I didn't know that... but it is understandable." She smiled at him at the adventure, "That would indeed be fantastic." Tay laughed, "As long as the person did not get caught and expell that is."

"Well, of course said and hypothetical person would have his compass on him and or her. There's a secret tunnel underneath the tree that leads to the shrieking shack, both were made for my great-grandfather when he was here.' the next part Maxwell said in more of a whisper. "There's a secret to getting through without angering the tree." Maxwell said with his normal amount of slyness.

"If that hypothetical adventure would perhaps become real, then that would be an interesting and fun adventure." She laughed at the part he whispered and whispered back, "I figured there would be and that you would know it." Tay smirked.

"It would be a fun adventure and one quite worthy of happening." He said reaching into his pocket and running his fingers around the compass, then he pulled it out discreetly so that only he and Tay could see it. It read no teachers, but a few prefects so he kept quite and whispered. "I do, it's actually a very simple tree to get past."

Tay was a little..... out a lot interested in this adventure since she predicted it will be fantastic and fun but a little dangerous of course. Her eyes flickered to the compass when Maxwell pulled it out then up to his face when he began to speak again, "Simple?" She almost laughed in his face but held it back. "That is interesting to know."

Maxwell laughed placing the compass back in his pocket. "Yes, simple. you'll only be in mortal danger if you do it wrong, if not you'll be just fine." Maxwell thought for a moment. "I'm trying to think what would be the best night to 'theoretically' do this?"

Taylor laughed and when he said something about the best night she said, "Since this is 'theoretically' then the best night would be on a hogsmeade weekend, when the teachers are distracted and maybe slip each some tea or coffee or something with a sleeping potion to make sure..... this is [i]'theoretically'[i] of course though." Tay took a sip of her drink.

"Well, Theoretically the Hogsmeade visit would be the perfect day, because technically i wouldn't be breaking any rules if i went out during the visit, the whomping willow is on the grounds and the shrieking shack is in Hogsmeade." Maxwell laughed devilishly. "It's perfect 'theoretically' of course..."

Taylor smirked and said in a semi cocky tone, "I know that it is perfect 'theoretically' after all i am from the house of Ravenclaw, the smartest house of them all." Tay laughed. The cockiness was jokingly so she was hoping that Maxwell didnt think she was being too serious.

"Oh, of course." Maxwell said sarcastically as well. "You would be more than welcome on this theoretical adventure, by the way."

Taylor laughed and smiled. She pretended to think about it for a while and finally said, "I don't know.... that would mean i would have to spend more time with you." She wrinkled up her nose in mocked disgust trying not to laugh again.

"We both know you'll be dying to see me again... Besides you can prove to me that you Ravenclaws aren't all books and no fun... i mean you could theoretically of course." Maxwell said still in case there was anything in the rules against his plan.

Taylor raised an eyebrow, "Oh is that right, now Mr. Maxwell?" She crossed her arms, glancing at him, smirking. Taylor tilted her head down slightly, laughing and a smile curled upon her lips. After a bit, tay looked up again and replied, "Oh yes i still need to prove that you..... theoretically that is, of course."

"Yes, it is right. although i'm not sure i like being called a mr." Maxwell said laughing. "So what do you say? are you up for a theoretical adventure?" Maxwell said eye-brow raised and sipping pumpkin juice.

"Oh i dont know about it being right." She laughed and then when he asked about her going on the adventure, she crossed her arms and tappped on her chin with a finger in a thinking motion. Tay does that for a few moments before she finally answered, "Sure why not? You might need a Ravenclaw to keep you out of trouble." Taylor smirked and winked jokingly. "I mean i have other things to do but since it is 'theoretical', why not?" Tay laughed.

"Who knows, the shack was an old hideout of the Marauders, maybe they left something behind. even if it's just a carving with their names on it, it would be excellent to discover." Maxwell thought about it. "let's meet at the lake later and we can talk about it, theoretically."

Taylor nodded, "It would indeed be interesting." She smiled. When he said that they should meet at the lake later to discuss it more, she wondered if that was a dismissal so trying to not look stupid and get embarassed, Tay reached for her bag beside her on the bench. Taylor got hold of the strap and before she picked it up, she paused.

"So you'll meet me there?" Maxwell said watching Tay stand, He took a sip of his pumpkin juice. "We can talk theoretical details." He said smiling.

"Ok." Tay smiled and then said, "Though im going to go up to the common room and get rid of my bag." She stood up, grabbing her bag, "See ya there so we can discuss the theoretical details." Taylor waved and cleared out of the Great Hall with barely a glance back at him.

Making her way to the Great Hall for an early dinner, Kurumi found a seat at the Gryffindor table and removed Momotaro II from her shoulder. He instantly began to squeak in excitement, which Kurumi assumed meant that he recognized the location, and rolled back and forth on the table. "No, Momotaro II," she said with a sigh. "There will be no pumpkin soup tonight." She couldn't handle any more bubble baths going horribly wrong and it really was only a matter of time before someone noticed that flooding that nearly always happened. Granted, the prefect did clean everything up afterwards, but all the time it took was keeping her away from studying for her OWLs.

*meeep....squeak....meep*

Kurumi glanced down at the pygmy puff and noticed the obvious change in attitude. Did he really like pumpkin soup THAT much? "I promise that we will do something fun instead," she said. Just what that something was was beyond her at the moment. The pygmy puff also needed to eat and had been particularly fussy about just what he ingested. While Momotaro had loved tuna fish cookies, Momotaro II turned his back to them and, once, Kurumi SWORE she saw it stick its tongue out at her. "You need to eat first." She was sounding like her mother....which brought a frown to Kurumi's face.


*squee sque squeeeeeeeeeeak*

The pygmy puff rolled around in AGONY as he smelled the gloriousness that was the golden bath. Why wasn't the human summoning a bowl like she always did? He wanted to soooooooooooooooak!

Summoning a cup of tea, Kurumi picked up a sugar cube and dropped it into the cup and stirred it with her spoon while she waited for it to melt. Suddenly, Momotaro II became animated again and his tongue lashed out at the sparkly squares and devoured one without even swallowing. Was that....good for him? "Momotaro II! There is hardly any nutritional value in sugar cubes." If any really. Kurumi wasn't even sure if these particular cubes were made with artificial sweeteners or not. But this didn't stop the pygmy puffs from eating cube after cube, protesting when the Gryffindor attempted to take the small plate away from him. "Sugar? You eat sugar?" That WOULD explain why he was so hyper all the time...


*BOUNCE BOUNCE BOUNCE BOUNCE*

This food must surely be the food of the redhead GODS!

"Fine, have all the sugar cubes you want," she sighed. As long as he was eating and happy, that was all that mattered, right?

Kurumi sipped on her tea some before grabbing a plate of shrimp mayonnaise and picking at it with her fork. Momotaro II, smelling the sweetness of the candied pecans that came with the dish, flicked his tongue at it and devoured several shrimp.

*SQUEAK! SQUEAKSQUEAKSQUEAK!!*

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Half of her shrimp gone, Kurumi moved the dish away from the pygmy puff and just stared at him. Could it be? Testing a theory that was forming in her head, Kurumi grabbed a small serving size of shrimp cocktail and set it in front of the pygmy puff. She watched as he bounced towards it, flicking his tongue out at it to taste the surface of one of the shrimp, and then devoured them all - leaving the sauce on the table.

"Interesting," she smiled, jotting down a few notes on a spare piece of paper so that she could write a journal entry after dinner. Kurumi then spent the remainder of her dinner fighting off Momotaro II from her shrimp dish. Once she had finished eating - and there were no more sugar cubes left on the table - Kurumi picked the pygmy puff back up and headed to the library.

Time for a little bit of research before writing this journal entry.

Logan walked down to the Gryffindor Table, a smile spread across his face. His stomach had been growling for the past few hours, and he had been very anxious to get down to the Great Hall to eat dinner. Finally. FINALLY! It was time for food.

After settling down at the far end of the table, where it was most empty, Logan began piling his plate with many different foods, surprising himself at the amount he was taking. He bit his lip. Right...should he put some of the food back?
EW. GROSS. He touched that stuff and he was sure no one else would want to eat something he touched. He sighed and decided he'd try and eat it all, and if he couldn't, he'd just bring leftovers to Peeta. Or throw it away. Either way was fine. . .

Hunter's stomach's growling was unstoppable. On most ocassions, he could just ignore it and then it would go away abut after the whole Hailey and Mikey's relationship thing he had been so anxious all he wanted to do with eat and eat. He started heading towards the Slytherin table but then realized that Aria was already sitting at the Gryffindor table. He walked up behind her and covered her eyes. "Guess who!" He said in the quack-like American Milton voice he had used earlier. Ducks would always come in handy.

"Oh I don't know. Is it Daffy Duck?" She asked sarcastically. Of course she knew it was Hunter. She smelt his cologne once he stepped foot into the Great Hall. She turned around in her seat and hugged him. "You know it feels like forever since I last saw you." Stupid school work kept her from seeing everything and anything outside of her dormitory. It even amazed her that she had time to eat right now. "How's Milton? Has he eaten your pillows yet?" She asked as she took a bite out of her food.

Hunter laughed at her response and removed his hands from her eyes. "Sufferin' succotash! How did you know it was meee?" He gave Aria the puppy dog face and hugged her back. "I'll get you next time, just wait and see." He sat down next to her and started piling food onto his plate. It felt nice to finally get some food in him and not be at the Slytherin table for once. "Tell me about it, I think I saw you more when we weren't together." He began eating, trying to stay as clean as possible. Now that he wasn't single he'd have to stay as "posh" as possible.

He smiled at the thought of Milton eating his pillows. The duck was getting bigger, without a doubt, but he highly doubted it would ever eat his pillows. Especially since one of them was a feather pillow and that would be weird.....awkward. "No, darling, I can't say he has. But he has eaten through one of my mates' herbology books. Not like he was ever going to use it anyway."

"What is it you have been doing anyway? Since you haven't been seen with me anywhere."