"I have an attitude, huh?" It wasn't the first time he had been told that, usually by his parents. At least she didn't seem to mind his egotistical attitude. "I get it from my father. And my uncle's too I think. They call it confidence though." He gave her a cheeky grin and was almost going to wink again but he held back. No point in over doing it. "You're an attractive girl, you should have attitude as well." Not to mention she also had talent.

"Your welcome." Michael said sincerely. He reached up to play with the small platinum bar in his eyebrow before giving the Ravenclaw a look. "In an art gallery of course. Or...would you prefer your work to be hung in someone's home?" His family had connections with influential people, he could probably talk them into buying her stuff. "Or are you one of those artists who likes to keep the pictures to yourself?"

Clara couldn't tell if his question was serious or whether he was just humouring her. "Uh, you most certainly do," she confirmed, failing to hold back her laughter. She doubted someone with so much attitude didn't know they had attitude. Not that it was a bad thing. What was a bad thing was too much attitude, and she let him know that. "Overconfidence can be some people's downfall, though."

........ Her? "I've been told that before." Both the attractive part and the attitude part. By the same person, coincidently. "I was a lot more confident a few years ago," she informed him, in case that redeemed her at all.

She looked at him, dumbfounded, and scoffed. "Who would want my work in their home?" The idea seemed completely absurd to her. Sure, people had different tastes, and her work would probably appeal to someone out there, but the idea that someone would want her work hung in their home to look at every day .... she just ... couldn't believe that. "I'm not. I think the only people that keep their work to themselves are the ones who are afraid of what their work could reveal about them," Clara said with a shrug.

"That is true." Not in his family's case though. Michael thought that they were all extremely over confident people and yet they were all successful. "I'm not going to deny that I have an ego or am a confident person but I usually carry on this way to break the ice." He shrugged his shoulders but there was a grin on his face. "Girls seem to dig it." Jokes. He was JOKING!!

Oh? That was an interesting comment to make. "I'm sensing there is a story behind that." Michael sat down on the grass and patted the spot beside him. "I want to hear it." He naturally assumed that she would want to tell him her story. Why else would she make that comment in the first place?

"And why wouldn't they? You have talent Clara. Your drawings are awesome." So she really shouldn't put herself or her work down. "I would hang one in my house." Hopefully Zahra liked the drawings as well otherwise that could be a problem. "Good to hear. So what else do you like to do besides drawing?"

Clara considered what he said about using his confidence to break the ice. Not a bad idea. "It seems to have worked for you." Any ice between them was definitely broken now, though there was still a slight annoyance, but that had nothing to do with him. It was just her mind doing the hazy thing so she tried to ignore it, and focused back on what he was saying. "I'm sure they do," she agreed, shaking her head, fully aware that he was joking. He was right, though ... they probably did dig it ... that was just the effect a pretty face and confident manner could have.

Oh ......... She shouldn't have made comment. Story time was not in her plans.

Clara sat down beside him somewhat hesitatingly, wondering how to go about this. It wouldn't hurt to tell him more about herself. "It's a little difficult to explain, because I don't completely understand what happened after ..... the thing happened." Gosh, this was going to be difficult. She couldn't really explain very well without explaining about her .... parents. "It's not a nice story," she warned, giving him chance to back out. Not everyone dealt with hearing sad stories very well.

She blushed at what he said about her work, though, and looked away. "Thank you, again, Michael," she laughed nervously. Heh. Her reaction was odd, considering that she knew she was talented. Perhaps she just had a problem accepting compliments? Wait .... what? He was obviously crazy. "You would hang one in your house?" Definitely crazy, but she humoured him. "Which one?"

"What do you like to do?" Clara asked him while she considered his question.

"I like languages." Sweet and simple.

"Ahhh so I am forgiven for interrupting you." He grinned at her. It had a hint of cheekiness and sincerity in that grin. He was glad that she wasn't truly annoyed at him. If someone was going to be annoyed or angry at him, he wanted to have at least earned it.

He watched as Clara sat down beside him and his brow furrowed slightly and he held up his hands. "Hey I'm sorry for prying, if I had known it was this difficult for you to talk about I wouldn't have asked." Like she had said before, being over confident can be one's downfall and it appeared he had just put his foot into it. "But you know...talking about what's bothering you can help to get things off your chest." That was his way of saying that he was prepared to listen to her story. Nice or not.

Seeing her blush caused him to chuckle softly. It was obviously a guy thing but there was nothing better than seeing the faint tint of colour on girl's cheeks. "I liked the one of the beach." It would look good on anyone's wall.

What did he like to do? "Haha, how much time do you have?" Michael chuckled again because they would be there all day if he went through all the things he liked to do. "I like to restore muggle cars and motorbikes. My mum got me into it." That was his all time favourite thing to do.

"What is your favourite language and can you speak any other languages? I know a little Italian, Russian and French." He wasn't fluent like his father but he could get by.

Ilia smiled at Adi's response. "I like them both, and thestrals........and really all of them." She wasn't joking in the least , you'd be hard pressed to find a creature she didn't appreciate or wasn't accepting of. "They are all wonderful and beautiful in their own way, just different." Though she did think hippogriffs were adorable.

She had no idea that Adi had a girlfriend and was slightly surprised at his answer. Not that she thought it would be hard for him to have a girlfriend, he was a good guy. She had never attached to someone like that so it was a different sort of thought for her. "I don't believe I have met either of them, but perhaps I should." She smiled at the slightly older puff. It wasn't often to meet people who had that interest, especially as young as her. She was surprised that she hadn't interacted with a fellow Slytherin though. She had been more preoccupied with lessons and outside than anything else......"A team of vets sounds great." It really did, especially when working with somewhat dangerous patients. Would Henric get dragons? "I'm not sure if he will, but I think it is possible. I know he wanted to study them." Which sounded like she needed to take him on a trip to her homeland to at least see some horntails.

"Potions is one of my best too." She smiled proudly. He was thinking in the right kind of way for her liking. "Maybe during winter break I can stick around and research it too. We can ask the professor." Whatever leads they had would be worth looking into. How awesome would it be to speak with them in their own language!?

Did she want to go ask it to make friends, or rather at least try to be nice to it? "You're catching on to me too quick Adi." She smiled at him and started looking the tree over in earnest. Big beautiful girl.

In truth, Clara had only been annoyed momentarily and it hadn't been directed at him, it was just the fact that she'd been interrupted at all. It could've been anyone. He'd also handled the situation fairly well - attitude and all - considering that she could be quite a handful at times. There was no denying that. It wasn't as if he even needed forgiveness, it wasn't like he'd committed a crime. "Yes. I forgive you," she confirmed nonetheless, also grinning. Treasure that grin, Michael. Clara wasn't usually the grinning type .... only around select few people.

"If you're serious, you can have it."

It wasn't as if she was going to need a painting of a beach, and she could always paint another.

She raised her eyebrow. "Enough time to hear about the things you like to do, I'm sure." How many things could one person possibly do? "I've never heard of anyone being interested in that," she admitted. At least, not in the wizarding world. "Is it difficult?" If he was restoring muggle vehicles, did that mean he was doing it without magic, or...? She was also curious about how his mother got him into it, but that could be a question for later.

Right now, though, her mind was back on languages. NERDING OUT HERE. He'd made a mistake asking her those questions. "My favourite language is Latin, without a doubt." And, of course, thinking about Latin brought with it thoughts of a certain someone, which she tried to push back. Now to shamelessly show off. "Posso parlare italiano, et je peux parler français." Hehe. "But I don't know Russian .... yet. I also know Latin, Portuguese, Welsh and Spanish." By that, she meant she was near fluent in Latin, Portuguese and French.

Languages were her biggest passion.

She shrugged, mellowing slightly. "It's okay. I did bring it up." Again, she considered what he said next. Talking about her problems was something she'd only really done with Eden and Gabriel, and a little with Paris .... maybe it would be good to get another party's view on her situation. However, it might also be bad to open up to a near stranger, but Michael didn't seem bad .... he seemed to genuinely care whether she was comfortable sharing her thoughts with him. It was that that decided it for her. "My parents died when I was nine," she began quietly. There really was no nice way to start. "That's when things got really bad for me. I was a confident kid before then, but I was moved through the foster system a lot until I was twelve, and it made me ....... resentful? I guess." She shook her head, trying not to stray from the point. "I was angsty, moody and rude after that ... and have been until last year." Though she wouldn't try to pretend that she was perfect now. Last year. Phoenix. All of that. "I was rude to a lot of people when I got here. I was very arrogant and judgemental, so ... I didn't make many friends. Then I was in a romance of sorts and it was very complicated and ended badly .......... Now I'm here, not really sure what I'm doing, in another not-quite-a-romance, all confidence .... gone."

Wow. Wow. Sorry, Michael.

Oh yeah! Ilia was TOTALLY into creatures as much as he was. Adi LOVED meeting persons who shared his interests and this term, he was rather lucky to be meeting so many of them. This would come in VERY handy for when he had established his Griff dreams. Already he had was working to accomplish his goals... he had so far managed to save a generous amount of money for his future. "They are. Their differences are what make them so interesting,'' he replied, thinking fondly of fire crabs and Nifflers. Hehe.

"You should though I suppose you can see Hades anytime in the Snake common room.'' Adi had thought that Ilia would have known the third year but it didn't seem that way. As for AJ... ''Just look for the prettiest girl in the Castle and that's my girlfriend,'' he told Ilia with a grin. "In face and ways.'' Even though AJ shared a face with Angel, she was more than just a pretty face to him. "It sure does! Who better to have help from than your friends?'' Adi seriously doubted anyone of them would be rude to the Griffs. "Sounds like Henny will be travelling a lot.'' Did Ilia hear the hint of disappointment in his voice? That was because he wouldn't get to see the other guy as much after Hogwarts.

Adi's face registered surprise. and Ilia were alike in the area of favourite subjects. "It is?'' He was SUPER pleased to hear this. "We could both put some research into it then!'' Yeah! He liked this idea!

Catching onto her quick? Yup, you could say that! Oh hey! Ilia had already taken off. "Wait for me!'' Adi hurried to catch up with her. "I want to find that knot I've heard so much about. But be careful, Ilia. Remember about the branches.'' Maybe it would be a good idea to have their wands out? Not to hurt the Tree but to rather protect themselves from potential attacks.

Melek plopped down onto the ground a little bit away from the Whomping Willow. She took out her quill and diary and started to write in it, occasionally running the top of the feather against her cheek as she thought. Mel was deep in thought as her hand flew across the page, writing in neat cursive despite how fast she was going. The only pause that she did was when she ran out of thoughts for the moment or had to let the ink dry before turning the page. The latter of which was met with a frown of disappointment since she wanted to get every last one of her thoughts down before they disappear or make her head explode. Ink smudges were on her fingers as she brushed against the quill but she tried to make sure that none of that reached her diary because she would hate to ruin a page of it.

Holding his Ancient Runes textbook in his hand for some OWL reading, Yoongi had left the Common Room to get some fresh air. At first he didn't want to take his book with him but later decided that if he could find a nice place to sit down he could also read outside.

He first wanted to go to the beautiful butterfly garden. He would look so good studying there. But the garden was not at the Lake and he didn't want to search for it right now. Passing the whomping willow from a distance, he passed a Ravenclaw student writing in some kind of journal. That meant that she was quiet for now and he could read.

He plopped down a few steps away from her and opened up his book, read a few lines but then sighed. He couldn't concentrate, he hated when that happened. He looked over to the girl who now had ink smudged on her hands and he forced himself not to laugh. "Hey, Ravenclaw girl with the ink on her hands" he called. How else would he get her attention? "What homework is that?" in case he missed something...oh gosh he did not miss anything right?!

She looked up, blinking. Mel instantly blushed, "Oh... um... uh..." Her blush deepened. "This isnt... um... homework..." Melek ran a hand through her hair, touching her cheek which just caused the ink from her hand to get on her cheek. "Its actually a..." She paused and blinked, "Wait... you just said i had ink on my..." Mel glanced down at her hand then winced, "I must have gotten it on my face... didnt i?" She sighed and reached for the edge of her cloak, trying to rub it off of her hand and her cheek but just proceeded to make it worse. She sighed and gave up, "I was actually just writing in my diary." She gestured to the book then closed it after making sure the ink on the page was dry. "And my name is not Ravenclaw girl with the ink on her hands." She giggled and smiled, "It is Melek but i prefer Mel..." She looked at the boy, "And you are?" She glanced at him, "Obviously a gryffindor though..."

Why was she blushing? Wait...was she writing a LOOOVE letter? hehe. He said nothing about it though and pointed to his own face instead. "You got some ink, right there" he said but when she only made the smudge worse Yoongi shook his head and grabbed a packet of face cleaning wipes from his pocket that he had magically made bigger so that it could sit there. "Here" he said and handed one over to her so that she could clean her cheek. "I always have a package with me, skin care is top priority!" At least that was the case for him. He did not get this smooth face by not taking care of it!

"I'm Yoongi" he introduced himself as well and then looked down at himself. "It's that obvious i'm in Gryffindor?" he smiled, he wasn't wearing his uniform at the moment. At the beginning of the year he would have disliked it when someone guessed right that he was from that House because he prefered Hufflepuff. But now he was proud to be part of this house.

She glanced up as he pointed to a spot. Melek tilted her head some when he gave her a wipe. A smile came to her face as she took it though she thought it was a bit weird that a boy would care so much about his skin. "Thank you." Mel wiped at the spot that he indicated then wiped off the ink on her hands. "Skin care is a top priority... though i guess not as top with me seeing how i dont care wipes." Melek chuckled, teasing the boy some but not to be mean just to be a little funny... hopefully he wouldnt take offense to it.

"Yoongi? Interesting name." She smiled, "Does it mean anything special or just sounded good to your parents?" As a Ravenclaw, she was always curious about things like that. Melek shrugged, "I was actually just taking an educated guess... I mean who else would be brave enough to interrupt a Ravenclaw when they are looking like they are doing homework or whatever?" Annnnd she was back to teasing him. Mel smiled, "But seeming by your answer, you are a gryffindor then?" What? Melek just wanted to make sure that she had guessed right.

Was she teasing him about the wipes? He shrugged his shoulders though. He did not care what anyone thought about his way of taking care of himself. At least he had good skin now AND in the future. One day everyone would be jealous to see him on the front page cover of any magazine. “I always carry a package around with me. Gotta be prepared for any model scouts you know?” Because those people where EVERYWHERE and when one would approached him he would SHIIINE!

“Ah no you’re wrong, my name is not only interesting its cute as well” what? It was! At least he thought so. “I don’t know about my parents, they named me Yoongi before I was adopted in another family so i can't ask. I think they just thought it sounded good but like you I was curious as well” he said as he closed his Ancient Runes book completely now and placed it on his lap. “It means Shine or Burnish when translated to English” he nodded his head. “It fits right? I mean, look at me, I’m a Shining …Burn…wait…” what did that even mean? Oh gosh shut it Yoongi “Your name though, it sounds Turkish is it?” he asked.

Aaaaand she was back to teasing again and Yoongi nearly whined but refrained himself because she did have a point. “Yeah, I guess that’s a Gryffindor thing to do..interesting , I didn’t think I had Gryffindor qualities because I always thought of myself as a Hufflepuff” so this was both weird and interesting to him. “But yes, I’m a Gryffindor” he confirmed.

Looking in the distance and at the tree, Yoongi suddenly remembered something that he hadn’t asked anyone yet. “Hey, dumb question but why is that tree there? It just attacks people, I saw it the other day” why would they plant a tree like that?

Bianca tightened her scarf around her neck and tugged her gloves on. They were a bit loose on her and she really didn't want to lose another glove. Tucking her hair behind her ear, she laid out a blanket by the whomping willow. She would be having a picnic for one today, and by picnic she meant that she was going to sit there with a basket of food, her camera and take pictures of whatever ridiculously embarrassing thing people did.

Then sell them to someone or put them in the yearbook because that would be hilarious and who didn't want to see those pictures? Those are the memories that were really remembered anyways.

So she sat down as gracefully as she possibly could in the colder weather, opened her basket and started to set up her camera... and took out her bread people.

omnomnom.

With his warm woolen coat paired with his Slytherin scarf, Simon ventured outside. Winter was already coming. The days were getting colder and shorter. The boy was certainly not prepared for another winter. However, he had spent all day in the castle prepping for examinations and he was surely about to go mad so he had forced himself to venture out.

Simon lazily strolled out of the castle and about the grounds. Eventually, he ended up by the dangerous Whomping Willow in all of its splendor. He took a step back and admired the tree in all of its glory for a couple of moments. His eyes only stayed on the willow for a matter of seconds and soon shifted towards a beautiful girl setting up a picnic. He knew that girl.

Bianca.

He smiled for he was happy to see a familiar face and headed towards her. "I hate to disrupt you, your magnanimous Grace, but may I join you?" he asked with a wide grin accompanied by a cheeky wink.

Hehe. He could play her game. And if she liked what he called her, then maybe he'd fall over and pretend to be dead.

Bianca has a bread person in her mouth as she cleaned her camera lens. Ugh, they were so good. House elves were geniuses. She placed the camera onto her lap and violently chewed off the head of the bread person. Delicious. She moved her camera from her lap next to her to take out more food from the basket before she saw the one and only Simon Holden, or Mister Watson as she liked call him.

"Mister Watson, how nice of you to join me. Come take a seat," she said, with a smile and a little tilt of her head. "Looking for yet another mystery to solve today?"

She took out an apple from her basket and offered it to him. Fruit always went well with some bread. "Or were you just looking for me?" Because he was also a stalker. It seemed like he always found her somewhere. Though it could just be his detective skills... who knew.

The shaking rustling tree wasn’t bothering her at all. Pointing her wand at a tall blade of grass she simply made a sweeping motion with it “diffindo” she cast and watched the glades of grass in the wand’s path shiver and slide off in the breeze. This would be ridiculous even more ridiculous than cutting the grass with a pair of scissors wouldn’t it? She thought as she sat there and continued to trim the grass as she sat there.

“I’m going mental,” she muttered and rocked slowly back and forth. Taking her wand in hand one last time she thought about the happiest thoughts she could think of and cast the spell, “Expecto Patronum”…sure it didn’t work, but she tried again. “Expecto Patronum….” This time her dragon was there. Strong. Feral. Powerful. Ready to defend anyone and well, to give messages to her friends like a maildragon.

“Kace can you come to the whomping willow?” She asked before sending her dragon to find the puffanova friend.

Kace was out on the grounds and he was already sketching the whomping willow when he saw a patronus in front of him. He looked up and he recognized that patronus somewhere. Then he heard the voice and knew it was Pucks. He chuckled and said to himself, "I should have known..." Then he saw her sitting across from the tree waiting for him. He packed up his things and then made his way to his favorite lion prefect.

"Hey Puck, I got your patronus from across the tree. Anything the matter?" he asked.

The voice, he was there…Puck grinned up at him and gave him a bit of a face, a purposeful pout to her lips and a perfectly placed sigh would have given him a good sign to her mood right? She was sure of it. But this wasn’t a mood she was used to so she wasn’t sure of anything she didn’t even know what she was talking about or thinking or really doing? Was this life?

“Oh really? You were across the tree?” She laughed, “I guess I was too lazy to move from my spot,” she laughed and grinned over to him. “Kace…I have a question” she practically whined, unintentionally but still she was whining and that was nothing like the cool prefect she had made everyone think she was. She wasn’t cool. She was pathetic.

“I need your advice…and because aparecium keeps calling you Puffanova…maybe you’re a good person to ask?” She asked and grinned over to him only a dash of her usual sass flavored her words.

“And I guess you could say something is the matter…I’ve been thinking and we know how bad that can be,” she grinned over to him before taking a deep breath… “sometimes…” she paused and turned her attention to the tree. It was easier to address the tree than it was to address him really. “I’ve just…I’ve been weird lately…weird for me? Normal for well, you probably?” She shrugged and leaned back on the ground.

“You’ve got it easy…you know that right? Puffanova…you know I’m going to call you that for life now,” she grinned over to him half heartedly as she sat up again and gave him a destroyed looking face. “I’m trying to change things in my life…I know I act and walk like there’s nothing wrong all the time, but there is.” She grinned and sighed. “I just, you know me? I’ve been all afraid of emotions and recently I’ve been thinking that I need to stop all the stupid things that I’ve been doing? And just you know…actually walk like there’s nothing wrong and stop pretending? I need to, I want to be stable.” She groaned and chewed on her lip.

“Even….even if that means having f-” she couldn’t even say it really. “feelings for people or accepting it when I do and not trying to ruin things when feelings happen because you know me” she sighed. “I’m a ruiner.”

Melek glanced at him with a raised eyebrow, "Modeling scouts?" She just stared at him for a little bit in shock. Mel never met anyone who wanted to be a model before. "I doubt that any scouts are here at Hogwarts though... especially near this tree... probably thinks it would attack and damage their perfect beauty." She giggled and shrugged, "But who knows... maybe they would see the tree's beauty as it is and like to have a photoshoot near it... I mean that would make for an amazing background... at least I think it would..." She trailed off and shrugged, thinking about it.

She looked up and raised an eyebrow, "Im wrong?" She nodded, "It is... um... cute..." Melek offered a smile and looked at him."Oh youre adopted? My best frie-... ummm... exbest friend lives in an orphanage...She is a hufflepuff here and we met since her birth parents are close to mine but she is a muggle born and now her parents thinks she is a freak..." She sighed and frowned, thinking about Annaleecia. Mel nodded to what he said, "Shine? Yeah, I think that totally fits you!" She smiled. Her eyes widened and she squealed. Someone knows the origin of her name? FINALLY! Mel bounced on her seat... ummm her bottom in this case and beamed. "YES! Oh my gosh! Yes! Youre like the first person to get that!" She clasped her hands together and squealed again. Yeah, it might have been an overreaction to it but come on! She had always wished that someone would get it!

Now talking about Gryffindor, "I think that if you think about your qualities, that you will notice how much of one you really are... I mean the sorting hat doesnt get it wrong... I have no clue how it works but..." She waved her hand as if to say that it didnt matter. "I am sure that if you had told the sorting hat that, then it might have been nice and put you in one if it was your heart's desire." Mel shrugged, not sure but maybe the sorting hat would have done it.

She glanced at him then to the tree before looking back at him again. "I am guessing that your top class isnt history or that you havent heard the legends about it." Melek giggled and smiled, gesturing to the tree. "It is meant to protect what it is sitting on... There is suppose to be a hole where you can crawl through and I heard that there is something that you can do to calm it... I dont know all the specifics but..." Melek shrugged and went to think more about the tree.

Bianca was so graceful and commanding. Every movement was precisely planned out. She was an enigma to Simon. He just wanted to understand her. Realising that he had been staring at her for a few minutes, he blinked his eyes a couple of times and pretended that he had been listening.

Ah.

So he could sit with her. He gave her a carefree smile and took a seat on the cold grass next to her. "Always looking for more mysteries to solve, Miss Adler. However, today is my day off," he explained with a smirk. Today he could relax. "But let's be honest. Once you're a detective, you are always a detective. You can never have a day off."

Simon smirked. "No, I wasn't looking for you consciously. Maybe it was my subconscious detective mind," he said, giving her a wicked wink. After two years of knowing her, he was finally starting to get comfortable around her. "Anyway, how have you been? Making all our fellow classmates fall in love with you again?"

Had he been staring? A smirk formed on her face when she noticed that he hadn't exactly moved since she started talking. And blinking a few times like that? It was a tell. The Gryffindor prevented herself from letting out a little laugh, finding him absolutely adorable. Simon was different from the other guys at Hogwarts and he made her feel comfortable. So she just smiled at him.

"So what's your head trying to solve now? Or are you waiting for me to solve all of your mysteries for you?" Because not to brag but Bianca was quite good at solving mysteries. Probably better than he was. Actually, that was a giant lie but she could kid about that all she wanted. "If you're hoping to consult with me on a case, you know there's a fee."

Not consciously?

That was... smooth.

Bianca casually looked down to get her camera just so her hair would cover her face to hide the slight pinkness in it. Or she could pass it off as the cold. Clearing her throat, she regained her compose and adjusted the lens of her camera. But the next question made her pale and the smile faded from her face. She bit her lip as she thought about Chance and then shook it off with a toss of her hair over her shoulder. "Mister Watson, are you telling me that not only is your subconscious detective mind seeking me out, but you're also in love with me?" And then she winked.

See look, sad feelings suppressed.

"I've been fantastic actually. How about you? Still playing your guitar to win over the females at Hogwarts?"

Simon started playing around with the grass, pulling it out one strand at a time as he listened to her. He chuckled. "I'm wrapping my mind around many things but the most important one is figuring how to help my best mate out with a girl. See, he has a huge crush on this one girl.. And she likes him but when they're together, they never talk," he said. Pausing, he glanced up at her and smiled. "Any ideas about how to deal with that case? I'm not the most experienced in that department." Girls were just confusing to him.

He too blushed ever so slightly and turned away to gaze at the Whomping Willow. It was so magnificent and tall. He watched the branches dance slowly in the wind. He looked at her again when she asked him that question. In love with her? He gulped. His palms became sort of sweaty. Ahh... Well.... Ahem. "Perhaps I am.. What would you do about it?" he asked, taking a chance. And then she winked. Erm... Well.. He supposed that she was just teasing. He smiled awkwardly. Heh.

"[b]I'm really glad to hear it." Simon laughed at her comment. He shook his head. "Nah, not winning over any girls with the guitar. I'll have to start using the ukulele," he said, giving her a wink.

Chyeeeah, she was probably right that there wouldn’t be any modelling scouts near a tree. Especially a tree that hit everything that came near it. “I think the butterfly garden is perfect for my fine features” he smiled as he looked at the whomping willow swishing around. Was someone trying to get close to it? “But it’s not just modelling that I want to try when leaving this place, I also want to learn about wandlore” it fascinated him.

Yoongi beamed positively when Melek said that his name was cute but then a frown appeared on his face. “Why is she your ex best friend?” or was that rude to ask? He only just met her…but he was curious! Curious Yoongi

Wait wait wait, she thought his name was cute AND that the meaning of his name fitted him? Was she for real or just being polite? But before he could whine she suddenly squealed out loud and the Gryffindor jumped a little bit. He was never prepared when someone else did that other than him. “No one ever got that?” he asked in surprise. “I…thought it was pretty obvious.. guess I have some Ravenclaw in me as well” heh. “What year are you in by the way?”

She had a point that the sorting hat saw hidden qualities in each person that was sorted in their houses. And he didn’t think that the Hat was wrong by sorting him in Gryffindor, he had simply been surprised because he always only thought of Hufflepuff. “Adi the Prefect told me that it’s rare hearing a Gryffindor say they had hoped for Hufflepuff” he laughed shortly at the memory. “But I asked the Hat to put me in Hufflepuff but it still chose Gryffindor in the end “ Maybe he was destined to save the world one day and be humble about it?

“Eh…” Yoongi scratched the back of his neck in embarrassment as a small blush appeared on his face. “True, I’m not really a history buff. Even at Charms School, because I live in the future” meaning that he was constantly thinking ahead and was already busy with his future plans to be prepared. After listening to the story, Yoongi looked from the Tree to Melek and back to the Tree again. “And people actually try to get near it not knowing how to calm it?” he shook his head. “Idiots…” he might be a Gryffindor but he wasn’t the foolishly reckless type. “You ever tried it?” he asked just out of curiousity. Curious Yoongi~