It was SUCH an important place. Both the ravenclaw people and the gryfindors could see it. This work was SUPER tiring, Noel decided. He just hoped all this effort would pay off and he would be able to form a band before the term ended. He just HAD to.

Taking out another flyer from his bag, the blond stuck one on the wall. And why was Hayley not helping him with all this? Wasn't she a part of the band???

Bianca was going for a stroll around the tower.

Because that was where her common room was and a queen needed to be high up to observe her loyal subjects. Which she was going to do from a window and wave down to the imaginary cheering crowds below.

Instead of living in that fantasy, she found Wally sticking stuff up on the wall. Intrigued, she yanked the flyer off the wall.

"What's this for?" she asked, waving it a little at the boy.

"Oh HEY!" Noel groaned and half made a noise of frustration seeing the face of the person pulling off a flyer he had just put on the wall. Snatching it away from her hand, Noel went to re-paste it before saying: "It is NOT suppose to be any of your business" There. Back where it belonged.

"But if you must know - it is for my band" he said, silently hoping she would walk away and not know ANYTHING about music or playing anh instruments.

Bianca would be lying if she wasn't pleased with seeing how frustrated he looked when she had arrived. Yes. She was a constant reminder of how she was better than him in pretty much every single way. "Well, considering how you're putting it up on the wall for everyone to see, I think it is my business," she replied with a shrug of her shoulders and a smirk on her face.

Wait... he was in a band? That was so cool... and probably too cool for him. "You have a band?"

Because she wasn't sure if she was even hearing correctly. For all she knew, he was saying 'My friend has a band and I am a groupie'.

This girl took a seat not that far from the common room because she really wasn't in the mood for girl talk in her dorm but she was really never into girl talk or why girls would go to the bathroom with each other but no actually go to the bathroom. Emmylou really wished that she had a book right now but lucky for her she had a little baggie of different kinds of candies that she really loved so that was a good thing but that still wouldn't mean that she would get bored for just sitting out here by herself.

The fifth year looks around the corridor with no one in sight. Emmy stood up and stuck her hand in her back pockets! she knew she had something with her.

HER iPOD!

It was useless without wireless internet but who need wireless internet while at Hogwarts. She only brought this thing so she was able to listen to music. She unraveled her earbuds and stuck them in her ears, she unlocked her iPod and looked for a song to listen to. She didn't know what she wanted to listen to but someone would have to pop in her head while she was looking through her music.

Emmylou stood up when she found the perfect song. No one would see her or even hear her. She beamed and turned up the volume on her iPod. "Listen baaaaby! Ain't no mountain high, ain't no valley low, ain't no river wiiiiiide enough baaaaby." She was out of tune but she didn't know that because she wasn't able to hear herself. "If you need me call me no matter where you are, no matter how far...don't worry baaaaaby. Just call my name I'll be there in a hurrrrry you don't have worrrrry. Cause baaaaby there ain't no mountain high enough, ain't no valley low enough river wiiiide enough to keep me from gettin' to you baaaaby." Emmylou did some kind of dance around the corridor with her eyes half closed.

You know, the seventh floor was a pretty far walk from absolutely every where in the castle. And not to mention that it was mostly out of the way of everything as well... Unless you were a Gryffindor. Which Zander obviously was, so really he couldn't complain. He'd go the distance if it meant he could take a comfy nap within the confines of his own bed. Which... at the moment might not be such a safe place to go considering Bart and... things. So yeah, you know what.. He'd just take his usual spot in the corridor outside of the Common Room. Until it was safe to walk in without any sign of Bart. He'd just as Kevin to scope the place out or something. Seemed like a failproof plan, yeah?

So without a second thought, the Gryffindor started making his way to his usual--Oh. He wasn't alone? Well, this was new. He'd been sitting here for the past week and no one else ever seemed to stop by. Especially not to... dance? But it wasn't just any someone, it was Emmylou. So you know what, eh it was alright. Instead, he shrugged and opted for his usual spot and pulled his bag overtop his knees.

And man, she was singing too! Chuckling a little as he did so, he gave her a small round of applause. Just to let her know he was there. Was it rude to watch someone dance? Eh, Agatha probably liked that kind of thing. But this was different. It just looked like she was jammin' out. Something he did occasionally in the Prefects bathroom but shhhh don't tell anyone! "You're pretty good," he smiled.

Maybe a minute or two after she had heard the song change and it was LOUD! She jumped a little bit and let her ears get used to the loudness of the song. She wondered why it was so loud. The volume was up all the way but this song was like really loud and it wasn't good that it scared people...people like her who got scared easily. She still couldn't get the grip of bravery like all the Gryffindor's are suppose to have.

She snapped out of her thoughts and listened to the music before decided if she was going to dance and sing to it or not. It was country so that was a good sign but that didn't mean that she would like the song.

GOOOOOD SONG!

The fifteen year old waited for the chorus before she started singing, she always knew the chorus better than the rest of the song. "Loooonelllly eyes weeeell, it suuuure looks like you just might be looking for something for something, whooooaaaaa." She swayed around and then started to do some jumping around dancing that she didn't go with the song at all.

Clapping?

Was she going insane? There was clapping! Where was it coming from. Emmylou turned around and saw Mister Prefect Boy sitting where she was just sitting. "Zander! I am?" As she took out her earbuds she ended up losing her footing and fell flat on her face. "Oooph!" That didn't feel so good.

Pft, she wasn't going insane. There was definitely clapping. Zander was definitely the one clapping. Oops? He didn't normally watch girls dance and sing in the corridors. It wasn't like a normal part of his daily routine, okay? Not creepy. He wasn't being creepy. It just happened to be his usual spot this term and she just happened to be dancing in his usual spot, so of course he had to clap for her. It was like a less abrupt way of saying, 'hey I hope you don't mind that I'm sitting here because I'm actually not here to watch you dance. I'm not creepy, just this is my usual spot and you just happened to be here dancing.' Or something along those lines? Anyways, the clapping was just to warn her that he was there, essentially. In case she didn't want to be watched or something.

It didn't look like she knew there were people around at least... So yeah. Warning. "Yeah, a lot better than me," he laughed. It wasn't a hard thing to do actually... Be better than him at singing... AND dancing, for that matter. Though Agatha did try to take pity on his poor rhythmless soul over the summer.. His dance move hardly improved, yet he did figure out that flailing your arms around didn't qualify as dancing. So that was sort of an improvement, yeah? Yeah. Totally.

And then O________________O SHE WAS FALLING?!?!

The Gryffindor jumped straight up onto his feet, throwing his bag off to the side shhh Superman it's okay your pages are hopefully not all bended, we'll mend you, but Emmy's an important friend. "Oh Merlin, Emmy.." He held out his hand, hoping she'd be able to get up alright. Hopefully no injuries. Hopefully none. "Are you alright?!"

"Yes I do" He replied, giving her a look. Did she sound surprised? Did she? How dare she? Was it weird that he got so itchy whenever she was around.

"And it's an epic band" Noel was almost tempted to stick his tongue out but he restrained. He was not going to give her the satisfaction of feeling all that pleased at annoying him.

Turning to look at her, he politely SMILED at her - "why don't you help me?" he asked. Stepping closer to her, he added: "It would mean so much to me. You are so pretty, wherever you go - people will look and you can get my band so much attention, you just have to help" and with that he raised the flyer he was about to paste somewhere else, and pasted it n her forehead with a smirk.

He should run away now, yes?

An epic band he said. He was cool he said. Bianca didn't believe a single word of it. To prove her point she let out a little snort of disbelief before folding her arms. "I highly doubt it's an epic band."

Because he was not epic nor cool. Therefore no epic band. Unless somehow the others member of the groups were waaaay epic and carried him epic-wise.

But she doubted that.

And she should've felt suspicious when he asked her to help except she didn't. She tossed her hair and laughed. "I mean, I'm gorgeous and I would totes get loads of attention for your band especially since I am a talent ma-"

Bianca didn't get to finish.

WHAT WAS A FLYER DOING ON HER FOREHEAD?!

Ripping the thing off, Bianca took out her wand. "YOU. WALLY. YOU ARE DEAD. HOW DARE YOU COVER UP MY FACE. I AM NOT A WALL. NOR A WALL FLOWER." She was absolutely seething. However instead of casting a spell on him, Bianca dropped her wand and her hand formed a fist and went straaaaight towards his nose.

Emmylou let out a little squeak of a noise as she landed on her right side of her. She felt a jolt of pain go through her right arm. Maybe it would just go away? She hoped it would. She hadn't broke anything since she twelve during the summer when she had an accident on her broom while she was playing a little quidditch match with her uncles. She looked over at Zander had almost caught her but was just a few seconds late. The fifth year sat up slowly and tried not to put any pressure on her right arm, IF it was broken then she didn't want to feel any pain at all.

She looked at Zander hand and took hold of it with her left hand and helped herself up off the ground. She looked at him. "I...I don't know...I think so." She shrugged. She didn't want to be hurt. She thought that maybe if she thought that her arm didn't hurt then nothing was wrong with it.

Noel was laughing. LAUGHING OUT LOUD. Because it looked perfect. His flyer covering up her annoying face. "Hold it right there" he suddenly said, before pulling out his camera and quickly taking a picture. Ahhh. This was so perfect. SO PERFECT.

When she ripped the thing off her face, Noel was STILL laughing. The fourth year rolled his eyes and mouthed 'BLA BLA BLA' when she started shouting at him.

But obviously all good things must come to an end.

Because then came the punch.

SHE WENT AHEAD AND ASSAULTED HIM.

HOLY. FLYING. HIPPOGRIFF.

The boy stumbled backwards before wailing out an "OOOOWWW" Covering up his now throbbing and possibly broken nose, Noel Wallace raged: "YOU PUNCHED ME????????" He really couldn't believe it. His beautiful round nose was no more. "How is that even REMOTELY FAIR? Did I deform any part of your annoying face, Caruso???"

She was absolutely, positively seeing red. There was practically steam coming out from her ears and after hearing his laughing and seeing that oh so familiar camera, she had absolutely lost it. And to top it all off, he was MOCKING her. NO ONE mocked Bianca Evelyn Caruso. She was a direct descendant of the Beyonce Knowles... somehow.

So her fish had flown and made contact with his nose.

OOPS?!

Bianca didn't exactly feel bad at all though. He deserved it. Ugh.

"Yes. I punched you. Wow You're so smart and great at pointing out the obvious." Stupid puff child. Ugh. It was all because he was jealous of her skills. Just because she was superior to him in every way and the whole photography thing. "You dared to cover up this face which, by the way, is a gift to the world and on top of it all, you mocked me."

So Wally got punched in the face. "And chill. It's just a broken nose at worst. Not like you need it surgically removed."

Which would be fine by her. As a matter of fact, she'd volunteer to remove his nose and his face and his head.

Oh Merlin, this did NOT look good. Poor Emmy, it looked like a bad fall and her arm O______O DID SHE LAND ON HER ARM?! Oh Merlin oh merlin oh-- What would a healer do in this situation? OR NO, what would Sophie Brown do in this situation!? First of all breath probably, so yes he was going to do that because he may have forgotten in the middle of the freaking out part. But then what??? At least she was able to get off the ground? That meant her legs were okay... BUT HER ARM?

She was holding it as if it was in real bad pain. THEY DIDN'T TRAIN HIM FOR THIS!??? Actually, they hadn't trained him for anything. All that they did was send him a letter and a metal thing to pin on his robes. -_________- Sigh. "Do you think it's.... broken?" WHAT IF IT WAS BROKEN!? "Do we uh-should we you know, go to the hospital wing?" They could fix anything there right? Like miracle work. They fixed Bay that one time. Surely they'd seen broken arms before. Though, uh, he was hoping the broken thing wasn't really the case. Yet he really couldn't really be sure. Not unless Emmy knew.

Emmylou blinked a few times, maybe it would take away the pain. There was still pain in her arm and it was swelling slowly, she could really feel the swelling. A saddened look fell upon the fifth years face. She bit her bottom lip as she felt a sharp pain running through her whole right arm. She looked over at Zander for help but then thought that wouldn't be a good idea. She didn't want to to put this on him and besides her arm wasn't even broken. "N-n-no, it's not broken." She was a horrible liar but still thought that if she kept saying that then she herself would soon believe it. "It can't be broken." she whispered.

O____________________O

Oh Merlin. IT WAS BROKEN WASN'T IT?! This was not good. He was not trained for this. He was SO NOT trained for this. Uhhhh????? Looking at her in pain was starting to cause HIM pain. Was this normal?? Did this stuff happen to people a lot? "Uh, Emmy... Are you sure?" Watches her carefully. She didn't sound all too sure the first time. And it sounded like she was trying to convince herself more than anything.... Maybe it was just a sprain or something? Uh. "Well, if it is... I'm sure it's a pretty quick heal, Emmy... Maybe we should take you to the Healer just to make sure?" And by maybe he meant yes because the healer had proper training. Which he did not.

The fifth year sniffled. The pain was making her dark blue eyes become blood shot with the hot tears in her eyes. She just didn't want to go and see a healer. It reminded her of the time she broke her right leg, both her ribs and her left arm while playing Quidditch with her uncles and Emmylou remembered how worried they were about. She was their only niece and they also had no nephews...yet. She bit her bottom lip and shook her head. "No, I'm not." She shrugged with made her arms hurt a little more. "I just don't want to go to the healer." Nope! Healers were like muggle doctors most of the healers weren't very nice.

The Gryffindor watched as Emmy's eyes started welling up with tears. Merlin, please don't cry Emmy. What was going on? Obviously she was hurt, but why was she trying to deny it if the plain was clear? Zander felt a bit helpless in the situation... Until the girl admitted to the horrible pain and YUP he was real worried now. It was his responsibility, not only as a prefect, but as her FRIEND to help her out. And he wasn't just going to let her sit here and refuse to go see the healer. That wouldn't be good at all. "Emmy, why don't you want to see the healer? I'm sure she'd be able to help," did the girl have a fear of healers? Because that would-erm- definitely complicate things... A lot.

Music was playing from her little Wizarding Wireless radio…because well, that was the only way that she could really listen to music right? The fifth year groaned at the books around her. She was not in a mood for studying but she was trying.

“this is so stupid” she groaned and shifted where she was sitting until she was simply lying in the middle of the corridor. Instead of doing anything worth while, like studying or practicing spells she was lying I the middle of the corridor singing loudly.

“I see the bad moon rising I see trouble on the way” she was practically scream singing and tapping her feet to the song that was quietly playing from her radio. Okay...so maybe she should have been doing homework?

Awful singing.
Awful loud singing.
Awful loud off key dontknowifthatswhatyoudcallsinging.

And worst of all, Chance knew that voice.

Walking around the corridor corner, Chance was greeted with a sight. Puckster was sprawled in the middle of the corridor, singing at the top of her lungs. Like what even? Hawking his head, chance mode closer to her. "Oi!!! Puckster!! My ear drums are bleeding!!" There. That was nice and simple and polite.

Grinning, Chance tapped his foot with hers and looked down at her. "Having fun?" As a matter of fact, it did look kinda fun. He got down on the ground an sprawled out next to her. Arms wide, he grinned. "Just walk around us, for we are the corridor sprawlers and we have taken over this one." Hmmpphh!

Puck wasn’t that bad she was mostly in tune…the song was old. Yep. And she wasn’t really trying. Just trying not to study that was all she was doing because yeah studying was not going to happen at all nope not at all. She glanced up and she heard Chance’s voice and grinned.

“Hey Chance” she grinned as he sprawled out in the middle of the corridor with her. “Corridor sprawlers? We could just you know be fallen statues?” She grinned over to him. “Hello students, we must be diligent someone is coming to help us.” She spoke in as robotic of a voice as possible and grinned over to him.

The singing was bad. Puck just couldnt hear her own voice. It was one of those voices that you think you sound amazing but really, you sound nasally but you smile at that person anyways so you dont hurt their feelings.

"Right Puck. Your voice is amazing." Chance grinned at her as he was sprawled out next to her. And what? Fallen statues? Nooo... Corridor sprawlers sounded oh so much better.

But the robot voice, it sounded cool. Trying it out himself he said, "Pick up. Pick up. Pick up. Statue 211234 is on ground. Pick up." Okay, her fallen statue with robot voices sounded, okkkayy. But just okay!

Okay Puck was laughing as she heard Chance’s Robot-voice. “Statue 21134?” She grinned and nudged him. This was fun. “Stop sassing me about my voice I wasn’t even trying Chance,” she admitted and rolled her eyes.

Yep.

Wasn’t trying.

Yep. That was it.

She laughed and rolled her eyes. “Statues on the ground, statues.” She robot voiced and laughed.

Chance laughed as he laid there with her. He was starting to feel like his old self as he listened to Puck try out her robot voice again. "So, uh, why are we robots then? Because some of the statues Ive met have not been robot sounding." It was true! They were.... old sounding. But not roboty.

"Puckster, I need your help. I want you to help me with something." He hadnt told her about his father yet. The only two people that really knew anything about him was Bella and Beezey. And Beezey only knew a handful of things. Bella knew the most and as much as he wanted to continue on with the search, he kinda ended ties with her and he doubted that she would be willing to help him out anymore.

"So wanna hear what I have to say?" He said, a glint of mischievous in his smile. He rolled over onto his side to look at her without hurting his neck.