Beezus shifted, placing most of her weight on her left foot as one hand went to her hips, her eyes on her owl as a somewhat wary expression was on her face. The owl looked back at her with its round, beady eyes.

"You think he forgot?" she asked the creature.

She turned her head and eyed the entrance to the owlery. Still, there was no sign of anyone.

Sigh.

"Six years later and I thought I'd get used to these steps." Mordred brushed his hair with his fingers slightly panting and made his way towards the Owlery. He needed to send out something to someone...and write another someone a letter.

But before he could even summon Sky, he caught sight of a familiar head whose back was turned to him. "You don't do staring games with your owl, applehead...I mean...Prefect...applehead. They are meant to fly and send things." he said as he turned to get a handful of owl pellets. Mordred made a melodic whistle and a handsome eagle owl glided towards him and gently landed on his shoulder. "I'm sending out a letter in a while. It's going to be a long flight for you sir." Sky simply hooted at him and started to eat the pellets.

"What brings you here, Prefect?"he asked as he kept an eye on his eagle owl.

She got no response from Jordin, her barn owl. Not even a low hoot or even a blink and so the animal got a brow raise and intense eyeing. So....It's who can stare 'till the end, is it? If they're going to stare at each other until the sun set, then so be it. She wasn't going to lose to her own pet.

BLINK.

It was followed by a small groan as her owl lifted its head before turning around and waddling further into its cage as if to tell her that she lost. Meh. It was all because of that voice. His voice. Pivoting, she frowned at the Slytherin, "JUST applehead." she said firmly as she watched him call his owl. There wasn't any need for the title. In fact, it was beginning to sound annoying. She stepped closer towards the Slytherin just as his owl landed on his shoulder. That was Xchylar, right? Who was he possibly sending the letter to? Hm.."And I wasn't playing any games with my owl." Snort.

And there he went with the whole Prefect-calling again. Beezus gently punched him on the arm, "Quit calling me that." He was annoying her right now. Just like old times. Good to know some things remained even though he was starting to get on her nerves. And what brought her there? "I was waiting for you. Remember? You told me earlier that you'd be here this afternoon." There was something she was supposed to give him. And things she wanted to talk about.

Beezus got a smirk from the boy and shook his head as he continued to feed his owl. "You weren't? You must have gone nuts then." Mordred looked at her and grinned. "Hello to you too." Assuming that her snort was her way of saying 'hello, how do you do?'.

"Quit calling you Prefect?...Why?" The Slytherin got a bowl of water and placed it on the sill. He gestured Xchylar to hop off his shoulder and drink his water. "Little 'claws giving you a hard time?" Mordred wasn't fond of younger students, maybe except a select few...and Ethan. He never had the patience to watch over the troublemakers. He was really thankful he didn't get any badge this year...and hopefully next term.

The sixth year simply grinned when she punched her gently on the arm. He too was getting used to this bickering, and he knew something was up since she was unusually impatient that afternoon. "Hopefully she's not having her IT days because if yes...then I'm out of here..." he thought as he watched Sky drink his water and noticed that there was a tiny parchment tied around its leg. "Someone has a message for me and you didn't deliver it?" he asked his owl and untied the paper.

The sixth year didn't even hear Xchylar's hooting and immediately placed the parchment inside his pocket and turned to face Beezus. He immediately wore his poker face to mask his surprise. David's note was a short one, but it seemed urgent. "I know I said I'll be here because I need stuff delivered to people." he said as he crossed his arms and leaned against the wall. "I was expecting that you'd suggest a more...conducive environment to talk." Mordred explained and stared at her. "So, what's going on?"

If Mordred was giving her a smirk then she was essentially returning it with a glare and roll of her eyes. "Why, thank you. she said sarcastically when he told her she was going nuts.

Pfft.

She followed him around as he got water for his owl and allowed it to drink. She'd already done those with Jordin. "Naah. My eagles are good. So far, there weren't any offenses yet. Older and younger 'claws alike. Se liked to think it was because her and Spike were effective in carrying out their tasks.

"Being a prefect is growing on me. But...Meh. I don't like it being attached to my name especially when it's coming from my friends." She eyed him whilst she heaved herself up to a table and sat on it. She appreciated the acknowledgement of the position but it carried a lot of pressure too.

"Well, I heard there's a new great place now at the Astronomy Tower. The tower patch, yeah? "We can continue talking there if you want." She wanted to. And for sure, it had to be more conducive than this environment. Actually, she was going to suggest the place beforehand but then he said he was going there at the Owlery so she went the flow. Shrug. It was just near anyway, if they decide to proceed there.

But before that....

The brunette jumped off and scuttled towards the Slytherin, reaching for his pocket. He really didn't think she missed that, hmm? "Who was that from?" She asked, grinning. From Chloe perhaps? Or a new girl? Heh.

If it meant another flight of stairs, then no thanks. "I'm actually glad you were here waiting for me. We can talk in here since..." he trailed off and scanned the place. "...it's just the two of us. Besides, I don't want to go back here to send my letters after our chitchat." Mordred shrugged and stared at Beezus with a weak grin. "I hope the mild stench of owl droppings isn't bothering you."

And why was she reaching for his pocket? Mordred immediately stepped sideways and secured the piece of parchment by reaching inside his pocket. "It's none of your business, Miss Prefect." he said as he poked her nose with his other index finger. "Let's stick to our agenda, shall we? You said you wanted to talk to me? Is this about Dylan?..." Again? The sixth year tilted his head to the side as he kept his other hand inside his pocket.

She paused at her attempt to take his letter, straightening. She looked around too and noticed that indeed, it was just the two of them. Beezus didn't mind. They'd be able to talk properly that way too. Returning the grin, she shrugged back at him, "It isn't bothering me one bit." She played with dung most of the times. So yeah, they can stay there.

Taking a step towards him and stretching her hand again, she frowned when he poked her nose.

"Come on, orangefeet. You said you were going to tell me." With a pout, she said, ignoring him calling her with that again. The Ravenclaw still reached out for the parchment, clutching on his wrist now. "No, it's not about him." Frown. Maybe she needed a bit of advice from him on that matter but it wasn't the reason she asked them to meet up. Streeeeeeeeetch.

"Oh good then. Because I can't hardly feel my legs now from all the stairs." Like seriously. Whoever the architect of this castle is, must really hate them Slytherins. Maybe he was a Gryffindor...or a Hufflepuff.

Tell her exactly what?

"I don't remember telling you that I will tell you something...this afternoon." Mordred chuckled at her futile attempt at getting the parchment. The boy had grown taller over the summer, making him at least 5'11" now and his long arms outstretched was indeed effective keeping Beezus away from him. "I forgot how nosy you can be. Quit it now." the sixth year said grinning down at her as she tried her best to get the parchment.

Mordred immediately balled the tiny parchment inside his pocket as Beezus' wrapped her fingers around his wrist. Without warning, he took out his hand and transferred the balled up parchment to his other hand and handed it to Xchylar who was watching them. "Dispose it for me, Sky." he told the owl as he kept his eyes on the stubborn Ravenclaw. Xchylar took it by its beak and plummeted from the window.

The Slytherin smirked at the brunette. "So it's not about Dylan?" he asked still smirking.

Pfft. Her eyes rolled at the Slytherin. He was just growing old that's why he couldn't feel his legs anymore. Pfft...blaming it on the stairs...Pfft.

Oh. Hehehe. Mordred was right, he didn't say he was going to tell her anything that afternoon. She was just playing her cards and trying to trip him into telling. It didn't work though. Well..it was a worth a try. She was being nosy, but whatever...it was Mordred, so she can. The brunette shrugged, but kept on reaching for his pocket. The Slytherin had the advantage though, his arms were barricading her from succeeding.

He was quick, too. Using his height, he managed to transfer the letter into his other hand. "Mordred!" Before she could make any more movements, the parchment was already on his owl's beak...and off it went. "Xchylar!" Damn owl....being such a good pet and following his master's orders without hesitation. She watched as it flew out of the window before turning around to face him.

Eyeroll. "You are so....infuriating!" Beezus burst out, flailing a bit. Then she lunged towards him, a hand towards his face and she pinched his nose.He deserved that.

Still pinching his nose, the Prefect squinted her eyes at the Slytherin. "Quit smirking, Mordaunt. And would you drop it? It's not about him." She didn't want to talk about the Slytherin Captain right now. Why was he so persistent? "It's about someone else." Then she removed her hand from his face grinned up at him.

"What?" Mordred chuckled as he watched Beezus get irritated. "Infuriating? Oh why thanks. That's actually my job, right? To get you all worked up?" It was becoming a typical thing for the two to out-smart each other and see who gives in first. Apparently, it was always the Ravenclaw.

The sixth year stepped back, but the prefect was able to reach out and pinch his nose. "Why would I? It's funny...No...you're funny." Mordred grabbed her wrist and pulled her hand away from his face. "Stop, wasting my time, applehead." he said still smirking as he release his grasp. Turning, he went to the table and sat on it and waited for Beezus to speak up. "So, we're going to talk about...someone else?" Was there someone else aside from Dylan?

The Slytherin sat straight and eyed the Ravenclaw as he tried to put the pieces together. "Is...this about that someone who back-stabbed you?" It has to be that person, right? He never got the chance to ask through a letter who it was since they were wrapping up their family trip when she wrote.

Another eyeroll. Yeah, it was becoming apparent that the Slytherin could always find ways to get her worked up. But that was just how things worked with them. "And you're doing a good job at it." Sarcasm noted, yes? Hmp.

"Oh, so it's like this now huh? I'm wasting your time?" Beezus snorted, giving him a glare to hide that she was slightly offended by him saying that. She never thought of her time being wasted whenever it was him even though they spent more of their time bickering. So, yes, it was VERY offending. When he turned to and walked off towards the table, her eyes followed him and she scowled. "You're wasting my time too." Beezus lied.

She was supposed to tell him about her Aunt's recent letter saying her mother's condition had drastically improved. Of all people, it was him that she was most excited to share the news because he knew about her mother. But then he went on saying that she should stop wasting his time so no, thanks?

"Nah, never mind." She said as he settled himself on the table. Her expression and mood had changed sourly changed. "If I tell you, I'd only be wasting your time so I won't. Thanks for sparing me some of your time." Snort. "I'll just see you around then." And with a small nod, she began making her way out of the Owlery.

"My mission is a success, then." Cue winning grin. If ever Mordred had a sister...or even a girl cousin, he would be despised greatly and the Slytherin would have a good time. Although deep down, he knows that he should respect girls and women. It was as if such morale was drilled into his mind by his father. "Did you ever wish of having a brother...that is as infuriating as me?" Because yeah...somehow we need spice in life, yes?

And just like that, her mood changed.

What?

"Hmm. It seems my humour has dried out." Mordred shook his head and got a handful of owl treats, and called the nearest barn owl. The school owl carefully approached Mordred's hand and started to eat. "You should have told me that you're not in the mood to joke around." he said as he continued to eye the owl. "Spill. I'm all ears." the Slytherin looked at the Ravenclaw and grinned at her.

Beezus bit her lip in vexation as she pivoted around upon hearing him ask if she ever wished having a brother as infuriating as he was. "Uhm. No, thanks. My annoying cousin is fairly enough." Did she have a sign on her forehead that said, 'Hi. Annoy me.' or something? Although, "..Despite that being the case, I do consider you as someone close as a brother." She nodded at him and shrugged.

How many years have they known each other now? Four, almost five?

Hmm. She watched as he fed the owl. "I'm up for joking. It's just that..." It was important. And because this was Mordred, the brunette couldn't help herself when she took small steps back to where he was. "...You're such a huge interrupter, you know that?" If goofing around hadn't been in his agenda then she would've spilled the news to him already and she wouldn't have been acting sulky. He was going to listen now though. Okay. "So...guess what?" Come on, guess! Guess?! Oh, never mind. "I got a letter from my Aunt, and she said that she received word from St. Mungo's saying Mom's condition has improved." Somewhat hesitant grin.

The Slytherin did his once in a blue moon chuckle.

Yes. Chuckle.

Not that he finds it funny-hilarious, but he thinks it was sweet of her to tell him that she considers him as a brother. Mordred always wanted a sibling...he didn't mind if he was the younger or older brother. He just wants another 'kid' in the house to play and share things. "And that's exactly what older brothers do. Annoy the hell out of their siblings." He knows because that's exactly what David does to Chloe.

Sigh.

Mordred stopped himself from rolling his eyes and sticking his tongue out at the Ravenclaw at her comment. Huge interrupter? Really? Well, he is Mordred Mordaunt after all.

And she said what?

"That's excellent news!" The Slytherin let go of the owl treats on his hand, and the owl pecking the treats gave a loud hoot of disapproval. "Can she remember things now? Can she remember you?" Because right now, he wanted Mrs. Castell to remember her daughter.

Blink. Was he....chuckling? That was very unusual for the Slytherin. And if that was coming from her then it was saying something. Mordred smirked...a lot, not chuckle. Not helping herself, the brunette chuckled softly too before sticking her tongue out at him. "Annoying brother. Yes, that's you." Oh, so did that mean he also thought of her as his sister? She wouldn't mind.

She stepped nearer towards her companion at his exclamation until she was standing beside his sitting figure before heaving herself up and settling next to him on the table.

It was excellent news, indeed. "I don't know how much she remembers, Aunt Bel didn't say." Of course he knew that she terribly wanted to be remembered by her mother. She just didn't know to what extent the woman's improvement was. "Either way, I'm glad there's progress." No expectations, really. If her recovery was going to be slow, then so be it.

Taking a deep breath, she turned her head and gave him serene smile.

Another day.. another letter. Sarah was often writing letters. She wrote long letters whenever she had a chance. Mostly to her relatives as well as a few friends. Only the magical ones, the muggle ones would not really expect an OWL to deliver letters. pigeons used to, yet not owls.

She had a lot to write about, about lessons and the BoG... that reminded her. She needed to put up a poster for BoG. She had one right on her. She took it out from her satchel and duplicated it. She then enlarged the copy and stuck it up with a duplicating charm. That worked.

She then found Angelina and sent her letter home.

Gazing out the window at the sun she was reminded that the afternoon was soon departing and she ought to head back to her dorm soon. So she turned her back on the owls and left.