"Not to trust?" Damon looked at her, "Taylor as far as I saw when you were with him he had no reason not to trust you... Except for when I... I asked you to lie." He sighed, "You were bluntly honest beside that one time." He looked down, "And I'm still extremely sorry for that."

Tay sighed, "Lets change the topic, okay?" She kissed his cheek and gave his hand a light squeeze.

"Another great idea." He nodded looking at her, kissing her forehead, "You're just full of them aren't you?"

Tay nodded, "Yep, I am." Taylor smirked and kissed his cheek. "So any clue what my next idea is?" She smirked.

Ronnie cocked her head. "I..." she trailed off, not really knowing what to say. She glanced behind her at the castle, thinking about how cold she was getting and how she just wanted to curl up in a comfy arm chair in the common room. "Well, I just want you to know that I'm not mad at you. Okay? I don't wanna be enemies. I'd really hate that." she said with a sigh. "I think I'm gonna head to the castle. I'll see you around." she said, scooping up Oliver and walking back to the castle.

He looked at her, "I can't say I do." damon said quite honestly.

Tay giggled and got up, hopping onto the ledge. She started to dance and twirl on the ledge, not caring that she could fall into the courtyard. Taylor hopped off and raced down the pathways, doing cartwheels.

He chuckled standing and following her, "You know, you're starting to remind me of Puck... He always does that kind of stuff."

Tay stopped and turned to him. A frown was on her face. "Geez, thanks." Tay turned again and started to walk away.

He sighed, Right... She still doesn't like my dad... Damon quickly ran after her, "Taylor! Wait, it wasn't a bad thing..." He looked at her, "I swear..."

Tay looked at him and paused. "It isnt?" She looked confused.

"No... It's good, it mean's you were being creative," He looked at her, "I'm sorry if you took it negatively..."

Tay blushed, "Sorry that I took it the wrong way." She kissed his cheek, turned and twirled away.

"And back to the following..." He chuckled following her as she twirled along, "But no need to be sorry, mi amor."

Tay laughed and smiled. She did a flip and stopped. Taylor turned to him. "Mi corazon..." Taylor held her hand out.

He smiled, lightly taking the offered hand, "Yes, mo ghra?"

Tay smiled, "Have you ever done an Irish or Scottish jig?" She smirked.

Her grin faltered ever so slightly at the Hufflepuff's question. It wasn't at Eve, exactly. But the question. That question has annoyed her since September.

How was she? How did anyone think she was? Awful. Or, at least, not happy. Never happy. Except perhaps when they'd won their first match. That was...happiness. But not...not the right kind of happiness. Or the usual happiness or...

Ellie shrugged. "Okay." Which was a better answer than the one she's been giving. 'Surviving'. That was what it felt like usually. That she was merely surviving. But she was doing more than that today. She felt okay.

"How are you? How was your holiday?" Because those just happened. Those were excellent.

He shook his head, "I can't say I have."

Tay did a fake grasp, "That is unIrish of you!" She tsked and shook her finger at him.

The laziness for the past few months have started to creep up against him again. When the term began, he was so sure that he'd do better in his studies again. He knew he could do that, being the top student at Durmstrung. But ever since he moved to Hogwarts, Zeke began to be lazy since there weren't any more prying eyes expecting him to be the top or whatever. Which was a relief. But even so, he's been really uncaring towards school life. Right now, his only goal to graduate, get a job, and live the rest of his life doing what he wanted.

Lazyyy.

Well, here he was again, hanging around his favorite place in Hogwarts. It was the last place he saw Gwen at. As much as he hated to admit it, every single waking day, the only thing that made him last throughout the day is the hope that he'd run into Gwen. Pshhh, these awful human attachments.

As he sat down there against his jacket that was laid down on the snow-filled ground, Zeke just closed his eyes as he leaned against the same 'ol tree at his same 'ol spot. He could hear some murmurs from a distance. And some footsteps. So he wasn't alone, I guess.

With another deep breath, Gwendolyn continued to walk along the pathway, kicking from time to time the snow in front of her. There was just so much she still had to do, but she needed a break. Definitely. And perhaps she should listen to Ari and try to spend a bit less time in the library. Pshh. Such a Ravenclaw. But still, she couldn’t just ignore the fact that OWLs were coming up. Next year, that is. But she had to study for those exams. At least she thought it was best to prepare herself in time.

As she kept walking, the fourth year gave a quick look around. Her eyes were scanning the place quickly, until she spotted something that made her stop. Errr… someone, actually. ‘Aren’t you cold?’, she raised an eyebrow. Who would sit on the ground when it is so cold outside? Some idiot, for sure. Should she yell a ‘stand up’? Hmm… As she was about to say that, Gwen managed to see who it was.

Pshh. Never mind.

Zeke could get hypothermia for all she cared.

Ha-HA. "Maybe we should get you checked over, too." He paused, and thought about what he was going to say carefully. But you know what, WHO CARES?!
...

"You know... for HUFFLEPUFF SYNDROME." OH YEA, BUUUUUUURN.

Of course, he'd just call her Laura. He wasn't going to call her by her full name all the time, was he? Ugh. "I'm Theodore Alvin Kinsley. But you can call me Spiderman." Or Theo the Hero. He didn't mind.

Theo didn't like this girl much so far. She was mean... and... WHY WAS HE COMING ACROSS SO MANY HUFFLEPUFFS?!

They. Were. Everywhere.

Laura looked at this crazy boy and giggled. "It seems the sorting hat put you in the right house, I heard Slytherin was for the crazy people but until now I didn't believe the sorting hat." Laura thought this boy was crazy and probably could do damage to himself.

"You'll probably be more like Darth Vader than spiderman." Laura smiled at the boy, "Now maybe we should take you to a Professor office and they can sit you down and tell you not to climb trees and things like that because it's dangerous."

He sighed, And now you sound like Sage... Smart enough to know to not say that one outloud. He chuckled and looked at her, "Unirish of me? Then I insist you teach me one someday, though it's quite clear that I'm not the proudest of the Irish clan." He laughed.