Presley raised her eyebrow back at Beezus. What?

The more Elliot described, the more confused Presley got. "Maybe they said it nonverbally," she suggested with a shudder. It would take really powerful dark magic to say that curse non verbally. "Or maybe it was a phantom?" Not like the Hogwarts ghosts, like an evil phantom that could really hurt things.

She forgot that Presley was a year ahead? Because Pres didn't seem that smart? Or because she really was only a few months older than Elliot? Whatever. Obviously Presley was a genius, and a fifth year. Only two and a half more years until her NEWTs and then on to Healer school. She laughed nonchalantly. "Yep. But it's not that far ahead of fourth year." Except for they had to do so much more advanced magic, and much much harder schedules to juggle. Whatever Elliot, whatever.

Presley leaned closer. Obviously Elliot didn't want to say anything now, while the other students were still awake and possibly listening, but Presley could still gather hints. "What kind of things?" Like, had they made out yet? Was he even a good kisser? Pres didn't remember Elliot ever talking about that to her. Presley knew how to kiss, or so she'd been told by the several boys she'd kissed on her cruise last winter. Not that she'd kissed anyone since coming to Hogwarts this year. No stupid boyfriend, and everyone seemed to already be dating someone.

It would probably be weird having someone stay up with her, especially a boy, but Dora grinned despite that, glad to have someone planning on staying up through the night. Maybe by then she could also figure if the hot chocolate is safe.

"Could be waiting for us to sleep," She mused aloud, tugging absently on one of her plaits. But what would want them all out of Hogwarts that went unseen? It was a tough one that probably required books and more brains. Dora didn't care too much for that right now though.

When he sat next to her, she idly wondered if they would force the girls and boys separate while also wondering if the cocoa was laced and would have Aidan sleep in a moment's time. "That's not common sense, professors need sleep just like us. They probably just want you to think they don't." She nodded her head all knowing like. "You'll see soon enough, though."

Ethan slowly chewed a piece of chocolate as he sat cross-legged on his sleeping bag, his eyes fixed on some distant point. He was vaguely aware of the conversations taking place around him, his tired mind not really focusing on any of them. At the sound of a familiar voice mentioning his name, he looked up, eyes landing on Elliot. The boy sensed a bit of her familiar sarcasm in her voice, which made him smirk a tiny bit.. at least she wasn't glaring at him anymore. "Hello there, Elliot... didn't want to interrupt..." Your many, many conversations, he offered as reason for sitting down without much to say. But seriously, so much talking going on. Didn't anyone realize how late it was.. or how so very tired he was? Who could sleep with all this noise in the Great Hall created by what seemed like a hundred students all talking at the same time.

Ethan glanced up at Mick as he felt a nudge at his side and he offered his friend a tired smile. Shrugging he said, "I'm fine.. just exhausted."
It seemed like this day had lasted weeks. He had started to zone out a little as the voices buzzed around him and he glanced at a few that surrounded him. His eyes fell on Eliza and he offered her a little smile. The boy thought of the little notes she had jotted down and thought for a second about talking to her some more about them.. though it would probably be best to wait till morning when he had gotten enough sleep to think clearly. Besides she had started to talking to another young girl and he turned his attention back to the two closest to him.

Catching the tail end of a conversation, Ethan raised an eyebrow. "Honestly, Elliot," his tired voice a bit raspy at this point. "Don't you think that's a bit of a sensitive subject for you to be so flippant about?" Eh.. it was obvious the girl was curious, but divorce was such a personal issue... and for all he knew it could bring up all sorts of bad memories for his friend. And that was probably the last thing Mick needed on a day like today.

Taking Max's offered hand, Em sat up and moved to sit on the sleeping bag beside Max. “I told you the ground and I are good friends didn't I?” She said throwing her towel over her shoulder like a proper hitchhiker. Looking up, She was a little startled to see the others gathered around as she made a fool of herself by falling. Though, it wasn't the first time she had fallen in front of Vickers, and at least this time she hadn't fallen at his feet. As Max began to introduce her, she subtlety reached for his hand and squeezed it tightly. Her stomach churned and redness crept into her face when he began trying to tell them that they were together. Er, “Hey, Genevieve, Louisa, Vickers” she said smiling at each of the them.

When the blonde girl suddenly hopped up and ran off looking for tablecloths or something, Em shifted a bit uncomfortably. “She didn't go because of me did she?” she asked, quietly. “I didn't mean to interrupt or anything.” she said confused about what ever they were talking about.

ERM. Did Presley wanted to build a silent war between them? She wasn't informed of this. Seriously, what was with the girl? Sending her a quizzica!snubbing look, the brunette then averted her attention back to her blonde friend.

"Right back at you Mitchell," Beezus said, rolling her sleepy eyes and waving her hands dismissively at Elliot. Cue, that was. Yep. She needed to grab her own sleeping bag now and possibly live the living world and enter her dream world if there won't be any more interruptions. Not likely. Actually, she was waiting for Professor Vindictus to tell them that they were set for slumber.

Which wouldn't be happening anytime soon.

See, their seventh years decided that sleeping bags weren't comfortable enough for them. Instead, they were in need of a tent.

Yes, she'd been eavesdropping listening to their conversation. Well, their little fiasco did not took place from where she was standing so naturally, she'd be able to catch up on their talk. Who was that Hufflepuff though? She looked familiar.. Wait, what?! Sniff. Sniff. Tilting her head slightly at their direction, she'd manage to grasp the word 'couple' when their Sub-Captain introduced the girl to the rest of the sevenths.

Beezus rubbed her chin thoughtfully. So that was Max's girlfriend? She was prettyyyyyyyy. Hmm. BLINK. Why was Mama Chaser rising to her feet? She was going somewhere. Giving the couples some privacy perhaps?

Who knows.

Suppressing another yawn, Beezus slowly dragged herself to follow her. It looks like her fellow chaser was looking for something. She can help! There was no way she would be able to sleep with all the chit-chat anyway, plus, she also wanted to get to know Vivi too.

"Mama Vi!" the fourteen year old called out as she neared. "Where are you going? And...are you looking for something?" What was that something?

A third year, huh? Okay, well that's a bit closer to me anyway. The girl, Lily, stumbled for a response to Eliza's comment about hair. Okay, yep. Stupid question. Weird thing to say. Oh well, what else do you say to someone you just met? she wondered. Not that apparently. "Oh...thanks." She smiled, knowing the girl hadn't known what to say back to that. "Yeah, I think everyone did. Were you inside when it happened?" Eliza had been, and it was the weirdest thing to be forced from somewhere. She had no desire for it to ever happen to her again.

Mick was surprised, Elliot appeared to be amazed by what he had said. Amazed isn't usually the word he would use to described someone's reaction when telling them he has divorced parents. But he took what he he could get because talking about his parents got him to forget about what's going on at Hogwarts. And plus, Elliot fascinated him, she's different.

"Actually, nothing really changed," Mick told her. "Mom and Dad weren't great together, plain and simple. Mom liked travelling away from home, which is part of her job. And Dad wanted a relaxing, life-style with her home." That sounded about right. He doesn't know all of the details of what their relationship was like before and after they got married. The distance between them was extraordinarily great as Mick got older. And he noticed subtle hints that they were never compatible. Thinking about it made him feel a little sad because it reminded him of how he rarely saw his mother during his early childhood; it was like she never existed.

He overheard what Ethan had said to Elliot; and while it did bring up bad memories, at least he wasn't acting out like he had used to. Being able to talk about it without holding any hard feelings made Mick a little stronger about the subject. It was kind of a shock to himself that he was open about it to someone he just met, especially since the divorce was very hard for him to get over. But still, his friend was looking out for his best interests. "It's okay, Ethan..."

Mick glanced back at Elliot and flashed a small smile to her, hoping he wasn't bringing her down or anything. "The last time I saw them talk to each other was last year. But you know, it's okay. I think they're happier apart." It didn't bother him that she had asked him so many questions, he didn't mind at all. Now it's his turn to ask the questions. "How old are you? Do you have any siblings? What's your favorite class? What foods do you hate?"

A small voice caught Vivi's attention as she was heading off in search of tent material, and she paused to give the younger Ravenclaw a smile. Crouching beside her, Vivi tilted her head. "Cold? We have cocoa if you want some, but I'll find you a blanket. Maybe one of the extra sleeping bags... that would keep you twice as toasty."

And everyone wanted to be toast. "I'm Vivi. What's your name?"

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Yes, she'd been eavesdropping listening to their conversation. Well, their little fiasco did not took place from where she was standing so naturally, she'd be able to catch up on their talk. Who was that Hufflepuff though? She looked familiar.. Wait, what?! Sniff. Sniff. Tilting her head slightly at their direction, she'd manage to grasp the word 'couple' when their Sub-Captain introduced the girl to the rest of the sevenths.

Beezus rubbed her chin thoughtfully. So that was Max's girlfriend? She was prettyyyyyyyy. Hmm. BLINK. Why was Mama Chaser rising to her feet? She was going somewhere. Giving the couples some privacy perhaps?

Who knows.

Suppressing another yawn, Beezus slowly dragged herself to follow her. It looks like her fellow chaser was looking for something. She can help! There was no way she would be able to sleep with all the chit-chat anyway, plus, she also wanted to get to know Vivi too.

"Mama Vi!" the fourteen year old called out as she neared. "Where are you going? And...are you looking for something?" What was that something?

"Heeey, Bumblebee," she rose to her feet and smiled at the younger Ravenclaw. Geddit? Bee-zus.... bee... bumblebee? No? Eh... she'd find a good nickname for Beezus, one that came a bit more naturally. "I was just..."

Her eyes darted back to the happy-couples-party before she turned her attention to Beezus again. "We were thinking of making tents to trap the warmth in while we sleep and to make the place a bit more homey. I was going to see if I could find the tablecloths since I can't steal anyone's sheets."

Was that lame? It had sounded fun and whimsical when she'd suggested it to Prof V. "Want to help me look?"

O.o Bumblebee?

"Errr..Bumblebee? It sounds like the name of a candy, but it's not so bad." Beezus shrugged at the older 'Claw. She'd had lots of nicknames already so she didn't mind if Vivi gives her another one.

Beezus' gaze followed Vivi's when the girl eyed the couples. Most of the seventh year's friends were in that small crowd. Did she feel left out, that's why she moved away from them? Did she not have a partner too? Maybe she'd ask Mama Chaser that a bit later. Then Vivi told her about their plan. OH. "That's a good one." She'd heard it already earlier on. "Yes, I can help you look." Since she needed some sort of energizer to alleviate her drowsiness. Better do something productive too.

So they're looking for linens and tablecloths, hm? "Do you happen to know where we could find it, Mama Vi?"

Louisa was grinning from ear to ear, highly amused, by Max's awkward state at the moment. "Of course I know her. We also met again in the Prefects' compartment, she was nice enough to bring us candy." And this time she winked at Emmaleigh. Louisa had a winking fetish today, it was obviously past her bedtime. "You guys look so cute in your tomato faces!" She HAD to laugh at that. True couples blushed at the same time, Louisa didn't blush easily so her rhythm with Vickers was a bit off. "Congratulations. I'm happy for you." She wanted to point out how cool it was for all the seventh years around here to have found someone in their very last year to click with... but seeing that Vivi, a seventh year who didn't click yet, was around Louisa politely shut up.



She took note of all the things Vivi had said. Gather supplies, hand out blankets and chocolate, making one big tent because of lack of resources. Louisa screwed up her face at that, "One big tent sounds awful. I'm hoping we can find enough sheets for three smaller ones and--" huh? Vivi was on her feet, running away to look for tablecloths.

Louisa blinked at the girl's back and returned her gaze to the other three sitting with her. Poor Emmaleigh... the Ravenclaw offered her a small apologetic smile but left the explaining to Max. It looked like the Branxton left too hastily for the excuse she gave, and Louisa was VERY confused as why finding tablecloths was so urgent but she didn't think it was because of Emmaleigh. The hufflepuff was harmless... all hufflepuffs were harmless really. She made a mental note to corner Vivi later and ask about it.

"I'm going to hand out some more blankets to those who didn't get any up in the tower and be right back." Louisa duplicated many many blankets up there with Spike and both of them already gave them to most of the 'claws. "I think we should wait for the sheets to build the tent slash tentS." Sheets can only be provided by the professors so unless professor Vee came back with some, they just had to sit here on their sleeping bags and chitchat.

Elliot scowled..."I have to deal with all that next year...just...great. Really great. I will need you to help..." she smirked and added, 'If help is even needed..." because Elliot rarely needed help with anything, really.

She shifted her position on the sleeping bag and eyed the thing....grumpily. "I have never EVER slept on something so...lumpy. Or flat. Don't muggles sleep on these things?" she asked, twirling her finger around on one of the lumps...squishing it down...it was so strange. "We aren't going to get much sleep, are we?" she asked, raising her eyes to Presley, looking suddenly...meehhhh.

But then Presley asked...what type of things...she just smirked and winked. "You'll see," she said mysteriously, shrugging it off...for now. But she couldn't keep Presley waiting forever. "Wait for everyone else to sleep..." hehehe.

OH.

"Pres! Crud! How are things at home? How was Christmas?" she asked, eyes widening...she had worried about Miss Black...though she had spent a fair amount of time at Max's...and not at home. Home was too hostile right now. She had to tell Presley about....that, too. Hmm. So many things to tell her...



She shrugged at Ethan..."You could never interrupt me, Ethan," she said with a slight wink and then smirked. Ethan was fun to tease...hehehe. She thought she might as WELL bring up Minnie...and...just SEEM like a good friend...ish...."How's...Minnie..." she managed to get out, her voice a bit grumbly...

Now she regretted asking. Because now..he would actually answer. And Elliot didn't want to hear that they were doing okay. Because...she still disagreed HUGELY with his decision.

Stupid Minnie.

ANYWAYS-Back to Mick, Ethan's much nicer counterpart! hehe.

She listened to his...explanation about his parents...and their divorce. She nodded. "Yes...It seems like they aren't...meant to be, then. It's probably all for the best that they broke apart, then." She was just looking at it in a...logical way...

And then ETHAN scolded her...and she scowled. "He seems fine, Ethan. Merlin," she rolled her eyes and looked back at Mick. Who was smiling. Hehe. Elliot just had that effect on people, now didn't she? She was about to ask him something else when he fire about A MILLION questions at her..okay, not exactly that many...but still! She took a breath.

"I'm a month away from being 15..." SO 14. But almost 15 sounded waaay cooler. "I have three. Two sisters, one 12 and one 8, and a one year old brother." Her mouth twitched at the mention of the boy...she was still...getting used to the baby. What was her favorite class...easy. "Transfiguration. Easily my best subject," she smirked, absentmindedly fiddling with her earrings as she talked to him. "And..foods I hate..another easy one..sweets. I hate anything sweet..." she said with a smirk. It was weird...and knew it...but...oh well.

It was just Elliot.

Before he could get an answrr from Cerulean his Head of House walked in, and was immediately requested by Vivi if they could get the essentials. Quite releieved that the Quidditch man was going to look into it, he turned his attention back to Louisa as she pointed out Max' girl.....

....... Em was Max' girl?

He eyed his roommate with a knowing smirk. Well no wonder you seem to be hitting the sack a lot later than I ever remember you being." he chuckled, and gave a friendly wave at the Hufflepuff red-head "Hey there Em" Yup he knew her back when they bumped into each other at the bowling alley. Literally. Whoduthinkit that the gal would be Max' future squeeze eh?

But now he felt himself getting dragged towards somewhere... where they will build a tent? Well it did sound like fun, more of an adventure type thing... except of course the ever practical Claw had to mumble about "... but what are we going to do for bathrooms?" Because with all the hot cocoa AND chocolate bars going around they dont need to be a Seer to see that all these kids will be making a beeline to relieve themselves very soon...

"No, not Bumblebee. I take it back. Something else will come to me," Vivi wiped her hands between them like she was erasing any poorly chosen nicknames. Beezus wasn't a bee at allllll.

"You look tired. It's hard to be on the sleep schedule of an entire room of people, because then you have to wait for everyone to get quiet or for the professors to enforce it. And... I'm not sure anyone is enforcing sleep at this point," Vivi put her hand on Beezus' shoulder and redirected her toward the front of the room.

No, she didn't know where to find the tablecloths, but she had some ideas. "Let's look for a shelf or hutch at the front of the room. We might have to make a break for the kitchens and ask the elves." Were they allowed to leave?

Ethan gave Elliot a half-smile, smirk, or something.. he was too tired to know at that point, but he felt as though it was a relatively friendly expression. He hadn't intended to be rude when he sat down and was somewhat relieved to know that she accepted his explanation.. or at least it seemed like it. And then that name... The 16 year old eyed the girl suspiciously. She wanted to know about Minnie? Really? The boy figured she was just making conversation and wasn't really all that interested, but he was happy to oblige. Though he was not one to kiss and tell.. that was not classy at all. "We've been getting on quite well, actually," he said, managing a tired (yet suspicious!) smile. "Thanks for asking."

And then the talk continued about divorce.. mehhh. Ethan merely shrugged uncomfortably at both of them when they dismissed his objection. Okay, so Mick was fine talking about his parents' divorce. Maybe he had enough time to move past it and come to terms with the way things were. But did anyone think that maybe Ethan didn't want to sit there and listen to them be so nonchalant about it? Nooo... That sort of talk was really unsettling and made him very... worried. He figured out for himself long ago why his parents got married in the first place.. and it wasn't always the kind of thing that kept two people together.

Ethan thought briefly about getting up and moving to a quieter part of the sleeping area - not that there was any - when, thank Merlin, the subject was changed to.. many things? The boy watched the two of them curiously. Since when was Elliot such a chatty Cathy? And, like, really nice.. ? Ethan did not remember ever seeing the girl quite like that. He sat on his sleeping bag trying to figure that one out.. maybe tired!Elliot equaled nice!Elliot? Orrr.. someone poisoned her tea? Or maybe.. he was already asleep and this whole thing was just a dream.. and when he woke up he'd be in his comfy bed in the dorm.

One could only hope.

Oh Elliot would need help. Presley even needed help, and if she did, obviously Elliot would. Presley actually laughed out loud at Elliot's question. "Elliot, muggles sleep on beds. Same as us." They weren't totally stuck in the middle ages. Then she shook her head. Nope, they wouldn't get much sleep. These were way to thin to be sleeping on stone floor. This was gonna suck to have classes in the morning.

Home. That word again. It wasn't Presley's home. It was her fathers. It hadn't been home to her since she was little. "It was okay. We missed you at the soiree." There wasn't much she could say around listening ears. "My father was pretty apathetic toward me, but it was an improvement on actively hating." As in, dance classes were back on, even though Pres felt way out of practice, but there were never going to be rainbows and happy smiles between them.

"How about your holidays?" She asked the younger girl. She hadn't seen much of Elliot the past Christmas break.

Eh? So Vivi was taking it back? But she didn't mind, really. Beezus shrugged, "Oh...okay." Was she weird? Yes. But the older 'Claw was definitely weirder.

"Ugh. You can say ALL of that again." She was tired, yes. There were too many people to even consider the idea of sleeping and the Professors..oh, hold on. Beezus felt Vivi's hand on her shoulder and allowed herself to follow as the girl ushered her to the front. "Naah, there's one who's enforcing. I caught a glimpse of Professor Scabior gaudily telling off some snakes to hit the sheets." Was it possibly to borrow the man and station him at the Ravenclaw's area? He' could order them to doze off.

But then again, that won't be possible. Or if it would, many will surely object. So unto the tent making then!

"I think..we should seek help from our little friends other than look for it ourselves. It could save us time and energy." Nod. Nod. Unless the cabinet or whatever it was that housed the tablecloths would magically present itself in front of them, then and there.

Spike had been busy taking care of who-knows-what (but probably something to do with his pets, or making sure Rosie wasn't going to bite anyone in their sleep), and had only just managed to get to the Ravenclaw sleeping area. He bit his lip, and ran his fingers over his hair as he pondered what else needed to be done. Things actually seemed fairly organised after the chaos they'd encountered upstairs on first realising everyone was locked out.

With that decided, Spike figured he could just chill a bit until Prof V needed him to do something. His heart locked up as he saw Beezus, and so he purposely turned away from her and Vivi to the gathering of seventh years.

"Max, Vickers," he said with a friendly nod in greeting. "Mind if I gatecrash the seventh year party?" He grinned. They wouldn't turn the Prefect away, right? Unless they was some super secret seventh year planning going on? Did that even happen...?

Oh, and where were his manners? "I'm not sure we've met," he said to the Hufflepuff in the group. "Spike Hutchinson," he introduced.

Max caught a motion out of the corner of his eye - had Vivi really shooed at Em as if she wasn't welcome? Max furrowed his eyebrows slightly but said nothing on the matter. Vivi found out who Em was soon enough, and Em didn't seem too bothered by Vivi's demeanor.

But... he couldn't say the same for Vivi's tolerance of the situation. When his housemate suddenly took off to 'see about those tablecloths,' she wasn't fooling Max one bit. That was the bad thing about hanging around Max too much: he picked up on one's gestures, facial expressions, and tones of voice quite easily. As Vivi departed, Max frowned at the girl's back, saddened that his new relationship had made her uncomfortable in some way, and turned to an inquiring Em.

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Taking Max's offered hand, Em sat up and moved to sit on the sleeping bag beside Max. “I told you the ground and I are good friends didn't I?” She said throwing her towel over her shoulder like a proper hitchhiker. Looking up, She was a little startled to see the others gathered around as she made a fool of herself by falling. Though, it wasn't the first time she had fallen in front of Vickers, and at least this time she hadn't fallen at his feet. As Max began to introduce her, she subtlety reached for his hand and squeezed it tightly. Her stomach churned and redness crept into her face when he began trying to tell them that they were together. Er, “Hey, Genevieve, Louisa, Vickers” she said smiling at each of the them.

When the blonde girl suddenly hopped up and ran off looking for tablecloths or something, Em shifted a bit uncomfortably. “She didn't go because of me did she?” she asked, quietly. “I didn't mean to interrupt or anything.” she said confused about what ever they were talking about.

In a barely audible whisper, Max neared Emmaleigh so that he was talking right into her ear and spoke, "I think she feels left out." He pulled away slightly to give his girlfriend a sad, tired expression, but added quietly from the new distance, "It's not you, though. It's just... us." He used his eyes to direct her to Louisa and Vickers sitting a few feet away. "I'm sure she's not happy that she's now the only one of us four without... someone." So far in the term, Vivi had never been weird around Max; he was someone she could confide in for random chats without worry. He still wanted her to feel that way, of course, but in social situations such as the one they were in...

...it stunk.

And of course Vivi had every right to react the way she did. He would have done the same thing.

He had done the same thing before on many occasions, in fact, and for some reason, it felt worse to be on the 'in a relationship' side of it. He felt bad. Vivi, come back, he said with his eyes in the girl's direction, even though her back was to him.

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Louisa was grinning from ear to ear, highly amused, by Max's awkward state at the moment. "Of course I know her. We also met again in the Prefects' compartment, she was nice enough to bring us candy." And this time she winked at Emmaleigh. Louisa had a winking fetish today, it was obviously past her bedtime. "You guys look so cute in your tomato faces!" She HAD to laugh at that. True couples blushed at the same time, Louisa didn't blush easily so her rhythm with Vickers was a bit off. "Congratulations. I'm happy for you." She wanted to point out how cool it was for all the seventh years around here to have found someone in their very last year to click with... but seeing that Vivi, a seventh year who didn't click yet, was around Louisa politely shut up.

"I'm going to hand out some more blankets to those who didn't get any up in the tower and be right back." Louisa duplicated many many blankets up there with Spike and both of them already gave them to most of the 'claws. "I think we should wait for the sheets to build the tent slash tentS." Sheets can only be provided by the professors so unless professor Vee came back with some, they just had to sit here on their sleeping bags and chitchat.

"She brought you guys candy?" he perked up. "You didn't give me any candy that day," he teased, gently nudging Em in the side with his elbow. "I was starving, and you decided to go suck up to the prefects instead of sharing with a starving boy?" The wide grin on his face clearly showed that he was not mad in the slightest; he was just being a pest.

...Tomato faces?

"...Tomato faces?"

If Max's face hadn't been the reddest it could be, he was sure it was there now. "Thanks, Louisa. Appreciate that." He didn't - but he still wasn't mad. He just shook his head and gave her a 'I'm going to get you for embarrassing us later' kind of smile.

But then she genuinely congratulated them, and Max beamed. "Thanks," he said again, and this time Em received his smile. He squeezed the Hufflepuff's hand gently. See? She was TOTALLY liked and welcomed and... people approved of their relationship. That was the best feeling.

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Before he could get an answer from Cerulean his Head of House walked in, and was immediately requested by Vivi if they could get the essentials. Quite releieved that the Quidditch man was going to look into it, he turned his attention back to Louisa as she pointed out Max' girl.....

....... Em was Max' girl?

He eyed his roommate with a knowing smirk. Well no wonder you seem to be hitting the sack a lot later than I ever remember you being." he chuckled, and gave a friendly wave at the Hufflepuff red-head "Hey there Em" Yup he knew her back when they bumped into each other at the bowling alley. Literally. Whoduthinkit that the gal would be Max' future squeeze eh?

Vickers was not a subtle one either, it seemed, and Max continued to shake his head at his fellow seventh year Ravenclaws. "Thanks for noticing, Vick."

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Spike had been busy taking care of who-knows-what (but probably something to do with his pets, or making sure Rosie wasn't going to bite anyone in their sleep), and had only just managed to get to the Ravenclaw sleeping area. He bit his lip, and ran his fingers over his hair as he pondered what else needed to be done. Things actually seemed fairly organised after the chaos they'd encountered upstairs on first realising everyone was locked out.

With that decided, Spike figured he could just chill a bit until Prof V needed him to do something. His heart locked up as he saw Beezus, and so he purposely turned away from her and Vivi to the gathering of seventh years.

"Max, Vickers," he said with a friendly nod in greeting. "Mind if I gatecrash the seventh year party?" He grinned. They wouldn't turn the Prefect away, right? Unless they was some super secret seventh year planning going on? Did that even happen...?

Oh, and where were his manners? "I'm not sure we've met," he said to the Hufflepuff in the group. "Spike Hutchinson," he introduced.

When good ol' Spike arrived, relief surged through Max's being. FINALLY. Someone who wasn't going to be weird or embarrass Max over Emmaleigh. Surely the prefect would just offer up some congratulatory comments, think it was cool, and DROP it, right? "Hey Spike. Where've you been?" Took him awhile to get there, hadn't it? Max had been toward the end of the mass of students who had come from the common room, and Vivi had been the last of the group. "S'no big deal," he said to the gate-crashing comment. Maybe if Spike was there, Vivi wouldn't feel out of place anymore.. and she'd come back?

Max gazed back over at Vivi, still concerned, but was quite glad to see that she and Beezus had teamed up to seemingly search for those... 'tablecloths,' or whatever it was with which Vivi was going to return to them.

Lily wasn't sure what to do to react to this girl, so she just stayed quiet, letting the other girl decide what to do next. "No... I was doing some studying... so I only heard about the lockout from the portraits. I didn't even bother heading up to the common room to see." Such was life though. Especially since she only had studying materials with her.... now time for the other girl's story...

Oh good... she heard.. As the older girl stopped, Lily gave her a bit of a smile. "A little bit yeah..." After all it was kinda chilly in the great hall. "Thank you... Just a blanket will be fine." the redhead said, drawing her knees up to her chest. "I'm Lily...third year."

Vivi huh?... She thought for a minute and then grinned a bit. "So you know Louisa... she's like my big sister." Cue more beaming.

"We should turn snake and get some sleep," Vivi agreed, although if she was going to run away to any other house, it would be to the Lions. Kurumi would feed her and Selina would be amusing and she didn't feel awkward when they went all couple-y, for some reason.

So Beezus was in favor of running off to the house elves for help? Vivi glanced at the doors, but it didn't look like they were welcome to come and go at their leisure. "Try that cabinet there," she pointed out a series of well hidden shelves with doors tucked into the corner. "If not, we'll try the kitchen."

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Oh good... she heard.. As the older girl stopped, Lily gave her a bit of a smile. "A little bit yeah..." After all it was kinda chilly in the great hall. "Thank you... Just a blanket will be fine." the redhead said, drawing her knees up to her chest. "I'm Lily...third year."

Vivi huh?... She thought for a minute and then grinned a bit. "So you know Louisa... she's like my big sister." Cue more beaming.

She turned back to the younger girl, first retrieving one of the blankets brought from upstairs and depositing it on the girl's lap. A friend of Louisa, hmm? That was alright, then.

"I'm a seventh year, so yes, Louisa and I are roommates." And occasionally friends, although they had their strong-willed moments. "We're going to build a tent in a little bit, so that should make things warmer soon."

The fourteen year old's promptly widened at Vivi's suggestion. They head over to the snake's so they could shut their eyelids? "Errr...I don't think..Professor Vindy would allow us though." They were Ravenclaws, they must stick with their kind. Furthermore, she didn't think she'd be able to sleep if a certain Slytherin was somewhere near.

So, the cabinets it were!

Sending Vivi a quick nod, she then shuffled to where the girl had pointed her to search. Crouching down, Beezus pulled open the wooden cabinet doors and inclined her head slightly to see the inside.

*BLINK* .."Holy snitch!!" she muttered as she quickly shut the door close. O.o There were mice inside that one! And it looked as if they were having a party -- disco balls, ribbons and glittery stuff? Yep. Definitely a party. Ehh.. Shifting, she moved to latch open the next cabinet. "Errmm..not this one either." That one was loaded with candles, with various sizes and colors.

Mick was silently watching Elliot and Ethan curiously as they sounded off. He couldn't put his finger on it but it seemed like there's some sort of bad blood between them. As he looked to have been listening to what Elliot was saying, when talking to him, he couldn't help but peek at the sleepy Ethan from the corner of his eye. He began to feel bad for being open about his parents' divorce. Well, Mick wasn't one to just ignore someone's questions. But he also didn't like the thought of making someone else uncomfortable. And how could he be anything but open? He stopped being upset years ago, now it's considered an "eh" subject. He's moved on.

Realizing that he might've looked like he's lost interest in his conversation with Elliot, he came back to reality with an apologetic expression on his face. "I'm so sorry, Elliot," he kindly said. "Would you excuse me, so I can talk to my friend?"

He rotated his body towards Ethan's spot. Maybe Mick was being rude for dismissing the conversation with Elliot, but he had sensed that the previous topic was making Ethan feel...Out of place? Awkward? Annoyed? Hard to decide. "Are you alright, mate?" he asked in a quiet voice. He didn't mean to cause whatever negative feelings that stirred up. Mick unexpectedly let out a loud yawn, noticing for the first time all night how exhausted he really is.

Jayden had never been so happy to see Elliot. "ELLIOT!!!" She tackled the girl, grinning as she stepped back and released her. "How've you been?" She asked, flipping her hair back as she surveyed the crowd. "I'm so sorry for being out of touch..." she sighed, biting her lip nervously. Jayden had been spending so much time with Jared, she hadn't had much time at all for Elliot. And she felt bad. REALLY BAD. "So, I heard you got a boyfriend?" Jayden smiled, raising an eyebrow curiously.

"Oh, I see." So she didn't experience the upheaval as we did. "Well, I hope we can go back in soon." She played with the fabric on her sleeping bag, not knowing what to say. Maybe being outgoing wasn't the best idea tonight after all... she thought to herself. Not wanting to seem weirdly mute, she added, "But the sleepover idea is sort of fun." She glanced around the room at all of the students, boys and girls alike, from each house - all together in one room. She liked the idea of everyone at Hogwarts being together, at least for a night. She wasn't sure if that would work out so well all of the time, but it was fun to watch everyone interact.

When Max neared her ear, Emmaleigh felt the muscles in her tummy tighten, but when he said the girl felt left out she frowned. She hadn't done anything to make the 'claw feel left out had she? But when Max explained further, Em nodded in understanding “Oh,” she said quietly looking towards the girl. It was a feeling and concept the redhead didn't really know much about. She had never really been the only one with out someone, and until now, she had never even cared.




Em nodded, but before she could say anything, Max was asking about the candy. “I did take them candy, but I was shooed out of there. I had to leave the whole bag, with, well with Milton.” She smiled. “There was a reason I was buying food for myself at the trolley you know.” She'd just leave it at that. He knew the significance of the her being at the trolley.

When the head girl pointed out their blushing Emmaleigh squirmed a bit uncomfortably. He was used to blushing all the time, but people didn't usually point it out. But when the girl congratulated them, Em smiled. “Thank you.” Hands hidden between them Em let her thumb rub gently across the back of Max's hand. At least some of his friends were okay with her.






Was he serious? Emmaleigh poked Max in the side “So, how early did you go to bed?” she asked with a smile. She hadn't kept him up that late had she? Looking up to Vickers, Em grinned. “It's been a while, how have you been?” Because obviously she was doing pretty great.


When the Ravenclaw prefect turned up, Emmaleigh was a little bit surprised to see him until she remembered she was in their area, and these were his friends. It made her feel like an outsider among friends. She couldn't help but grin when he introduce himself. “Its nice to finally meet you Spike.” She quickly glanced over at Vickers, remembering the events in the prefect's compartment. “I'm Emmaleigh Swynford.” she said, returning her gaze to the boy.

Emmaleigh looked at all those around her. Besides the idea of being cold and wanting tents, they didn't seem all that worried about the events of the night. “Are you guys not worried at all?” she said quietly so only those in the group could hear. “I mean, the smartest person I know once told me that This kind of stuff doesn't just happen, not on its own. It happens when someone wants it to happen.” She squeezed Max's hand after repeating what he had said to her the night they met.