Boys' Bathroom
 

BOYS ONLY! This bathroom is intended for use by the young men of the school only.

OOC Note: All SS Board Rules and School Rules apply in this bathroom. Violators may be punished both OOC and IC.

Heading for the bathrooms for an... obvious reason, João frowned upon hearing a whistle from the door. He opened the door and his eyes fell on a boy. Oh, he was... his name was... Paulie. Yes. Adam's BFF.

Such big deal.

Walking towards one of the urinals, he greeted the boy nevertheless with a "Hello." He had nothing towards the boy, although he seemed to be on the silly side for choosing Adam as a BFF.

Paulie heard the door squeak open, and when he glanced over, he saw that it was none other than Adam's arch nemesis. Wow, this was probably.. what? The FIRST time Paulie had bumped into the bloke this whole year, huh? Apart from classes, but that went without saying.

Oh, Paulie got a 'hello.' Well.... seeing as there weren't all that many ways to respond to that, other than 'hi,' 'hey,' and 'hello,' Paulie opted for the first and gave a curt "Hi." Really, all Paulie was thinking about now was how that guy's fist had been colliding against his best mate's face.

"I saw my best mate's got a nice shiner, ya know."

Done with peeing, João raised his eyebrows for a moment, unsure about the 'shiner' word. That was new vocabulary to him, though it left little room to wonder. It could only mean the punch that he, himself, had hit at Adam. If it made Paulie this angry, then it must have been strong. Good. Good, indeed.

Heading towards the sinks without replying him for a moment, he merely said a normal "Okay." As long as he had the eyes to see, he could see it alright. So?

Okay?

That's all Brazil Nut had to say? Paulie's eyebrow quirked up. Ehh. Well, if Joao had been the one to throw the punch, then he must have at least been a pretty wreck of emotions at that point, even if he was rather robotic right meoww.

"Well, next time ya lose control, scream into a pillow or somethin'." Adam's self-discipline was clearly remarkably strong, but Paulie's wasn't quite so polished. He crumpled up his paper towel and tossed it in the waste bin.

João actually laughed at Paulie. It wasn't a nasty laugh, on the contrary, he was amused by what he had to say. Viewing him on the mirror while he washed his hands, he said "Advice noted, thanks." He wondered for a moment if that was what he did. Not that João thought he would lose his control again any time soon. That punch had relieved him greatly. He didn't even care if Adam was dating her or not. Almost. Until they kissed right in front of him or anything.

So? Were they done here? That was all he had to say? Reaching for towels to dry his hands, João questioned the boy with intriguing eyes. See? He was pretty calm right now, even light-mooded and friendly in a way, greeting him and all. He didn't have anything against Paulie that's why. He hoped Paulie would tell about this encounter to that scumbag and Louisa, and he hoped they would wonder at that.

Paulie blinked. What was different about thi- Ohh. That was it. Huh. Paulie had never seen Joao laugh before. Or smile, for that matter. Leaning his head to the side just a little, something he often did when he was pondering, he watched Joao in the mirror as his laugh finally quieted.

'Advice noted, thanks.'

Strange. This was very strange. Joao had been, for the most part, pretty.. laid back and even, dare he admit it, friendly. In his own, odd Brazil Nut way. The laugh was what really threw him for a loop. Finally, snapping back into things some more, Paulie closed the little bit of dialogue they exchanged. "Well, anyhow.. see ya." And with not another thought on the encounter, he yanked the door open and set out in the direction of the kitchen.

João could see that the guy was perplexed by his relaxed manner. Quite. He felt victorious and accomplished, because finally, someone other than Louisa in that stupid circle of Adam had seen the real João inside him. See? He could take things pretty easily, alright. See? He did know how to laugh, alright. See? He was pretty civil, alright. He was even friendly in his own way. It was Adam that made him so... negative, but that would stop now too, because he had his revenge and he was okay with him now. To some degree.

He wanted to say something back, anything, but he couldn't think of anything wise to have a conversation. The guy was too surprised though to have a wise conversation anyway. So, dumping the tissues into the bin, he called a "Have a nice day!" after him and left after a few minutes later to give the guy some time to get away.

Oakey!
 

Coming down from the Seventh Floor, Mordred made his way down to the boys’ bathroom before getting to their dormitory and drop off the packages that he ordered from Diagon Alley. Christmas was near, and he almost forgot about getting gifts for his friends. Meh. The boy was bad at picking out gifts...and he thought it was better if he just don’t give any.

Shifting the boxes under his arm, be huffed and puffed from the endless stairs and entered the room. This school must really hate the snakes. Heck, even the boys’ bathroom was situated at the sixth floor. “I need to learn how to apparate soon.” He thought bitterly and placed the boxes near the sink and went to one of the cubicles.

It was obvious to say that Oakey did not have a pleasant visit with his owl up in the Owlry. He was covered in scratches and bites yet again. Why was his owl always so mean at him? He only wanted Valentine to deliver a letter back to Harvey! Stupid bird should do what it was told with out expecting anything in return! He neared the bathroom and walked right past someone by the entrance. Hey Mordy Oakey said quickly and went right to the sink to wash away the blood that was coming from his scratches.

He paused for a moment and looked back. Mordy?!?! What are you doing all the way up here? He asked surprised, as if Mordy was a girl in the wrong bathroom.

Oakey can say that Mordred was in deep thought since he literally passed by Oakey not saying a word. Breaking his thought, Mordred looked around the cubicle he was in and was sure that it was his bestfriend. “The architect of this castle hated Slytherins.” He said as he flushed the toilet and got out of the cubicle. “We need to pee too you know.” He said as he placed his hands below the spout and cold water came out of it. “…and besides, I had to visit my owl. He failed to deliver my gifts to you guys this morning.” What is wrong with that owl anyway?

“What happened to you?” he asked as he eyed Oakey’s scratches. “Your owl must really hate you.” He said as he dried his hands with his handkerchief. “I haven’t seen you in ages. How are you?” he said as he rummaged through the stack of gifts his mother sent and looked for Oakey’s gift. Mordred was sure his mother almost collapsed when he ordered Oakey’s gift. Ah, the lengthy explanation...

placing this to occur after Potions class
 

Oakey looked at his face in the bathroom mirror as Mordy commented on it. It wasn't to bad but he was right. Maybe it was time Valentine stayed home with Aegis, and he got a new one. I think so too.
He splashing one last thing of water on his face.

When he finished he turned the sink off and faced his best friend. Ages? Oakey said. I saw you just last week in potions class, maybe if you came out of that Dungeon of yours. We wouldn't bump into each other in a bathroom That last part was a joke and said with a smile.

His eyes followed down to Mordy's hand rummaging through his bag for something.

Mordred pulled a box and read the tag if it was his git for Oakey. Nope...that one's for Aurora. "All I'm saying is that we don't get to see each other much." he said as he rummaged again inside the bag. "How's the Rabbit's Foot Quest? Did you find it?" he asked hoping that Oakey didn't get in to much trouble. It seems that the boy really needed extra help in harnessing luck.

He pulled another box with an "OAKEY" written on it. "Merry Christmas Oakey." he grinned and gave the box to his best friend.

Romalotti! ^_^
 

Summers!
 

Asher had been outside int the cold for what must have been too long. His fingers was numb and he couldn't feel them. The last thing he wanted to do was to go see the healer, honestly she scared him, like the way most people were scared of Lafay. But he liked her. On the other hand Asher was glad that the healer fixed Anya and unfroze her. He had a hard time dealing with her being and then him seeing her freeze in the some room they were in.

Anyway, he hoped that running some warm water over them would help. He pushed the door open with his elbows he felt slightly like a germaphobe pushing it open like that.

He rushed over to the sinks and ran the hot water. "Ahhhhh." That was a ahhhh in relief and not in pain. That felt good, wiggling his fingers he could feel the feeling coming back into them.

It took him a few minutes to realize someone else was there.... and they were flipping their hair and grinning. "Summers! What's up Bro?"

Alec was too busy thinking about all the good things in his life to notice anything else going on around him. Really, who would disturb him in the middle of the boys bathroom? No boy would come up randomly to him and strike a conversation about random everyday topics. This was the boys bathroom, after all. And he was just busy washing his hands, flipping his hair and grinning stupidly at his reflection in the mirror.

Speaking of his hair... did it look weird? Alec edged slightly closer to the mirror and examined the brown locks growing out of his head. They looked fine... but when he flipped his hair, which he did again for good measure, some of the strands seemed to land weirdly. That wasn't good. Did he need to practice some more? Well, if he did, he'd have to make sure to do it at a time when he had the dorm to himself. Or... now? Yeah he could practice flip-

Or maybe not.

Hearing his name, the Hufflepuff jumped slightly and leant back from the mirror. He looked to his side and grinned at the person who had just called him. "Romalotti! Long time no see, mate!" he said, grinning at the boy and pretending that he was just... washing his hands. Yeah. "Erm... nothing really. Life's... life's good again," It was really good! "What's up with you bro?"

Asher smirked slightly as he seen Alec jump. He grinned back and stuck his hand out for a fist bump. Because yeah that was there thing to do. They were bros after all or mates. Friends.

What did he mean by 'life was good again'? Was it the same reason why his life was good again too. He lifted hiing s eyebrow.

"Nothing much." He said wiggling his fingers glad to have all the feeling back in them. "Just glad Anya is back to herself again."

Got permission to use John. ^.^
 

Kennedy entered the boy's bathroom, his messenger bag slung over his shoulder and a sealed letter in his hand. He had finally received his mother's Owl in which she hopefully told him that the Head Boy, with their surname, whom attended Hogwarts a long time ago was just a pure coincidence.

As he made his way down from the Owlery Kennedy had bumped into John, literally, and decided that'd he would read the letter while they went to get some breakfast. They had been on their way when his best friend was suddenly in need of the loo. So, they stopped here first.

Kennedy whipped out his wand and sanitized one of the sink tops where he set his bag on, still holding on to the letter. "Hurry up, will you. I'm hungry," he said. John should be right behind him...if he hadn't lost him somewhere.

John was casually sitting on the toilet while carving 'JAW was here :)' on the stalls. He seemed to be taking his dear old time, not listening to his best friend's complaints of being hungry. He sighed and smiled as he began to whistle. He was in his own world, not minding anyone but leaving a decent message that would last. Since after all this was his last term at Hogwarts. Graduation was quickly approaching, he wasn't ready to leave all of this behind.

"Hang on, I had a lot of liquids today." Johnathan lied in a mellow tone. He'd been quite stressed out lately so this was definitely helping him.

Kennedy heard a soft scratching sound coming from John's stall. What was the Gryffindor up to now? He approached the stall, but reconsidered it and instead leaned against the sink where his belongings were at. Whatever the guy was doing, Kennedy didn't want to know.

The Prefect rolled his eyes and shook his head. "Whatever." He was clearly in a bad mood, but he could be himself around John because he was the only one Kennedy knew who wouldn't get hurt by his attitude. "Hey, remember of that letter I told you I sent Mom? The one where I asked her about that Head Boy with my surname," he said, rubbing his temples. Stupid headaches. "Well, I got a reply back." And now that he had the letter in his hand he was a bit apprehensive about it's contents.

John didn't really pay attention to the complete story all he heard were a couple of phrases. He finished carving his name and looked up.

"Wait what? All I heard was mom and letter?" John replied as he soon caught up and raised a brow. "What does the letter say?" he added as he had a very devious smile on his face as he swung he longs legs back and forth.

Curiosity soon settled inside the young lion's mind. "Is it a good or bad letter?" John asked. He just wanted for his best friend, to finally have some peace. He's been through a lot, but no matter what John was going to stand by his side and help him in any way possible.

Typical Johnathan, only hearing key words instead of everything that was being said. "I...don't know," he said, turning the letter in his hands. He should just open it now. Get it over with and go have some breakfast. He nodded to himself, very well knowing that John didn't see that nod. "But I'm going to open it now."

With that said, he glanced around the room and made sure no one was presence. The last thing he wanted was to start rumors. He took out the paper inside the envelope - his mother refused to use rolled up parchment - and began reading...



Kennedy paused. Allowing what he read so far to settle in. She lied, about what? It was when he read his name that made his stomach tighten and cold sweat run down his back.



Kennedy stopped reading there. His hands were shaking, making the words on the paper dance. His temples were also throbbing, his head feeling as if it was being pressed between a vise. His mother lied. She lied about everything for seventeen years.

Fury was quickly added to the feeling of disappointment. He crumpled the letter in his hand not bothering to read the rest.

"She lied," he muttered.