Biting his lower lip nervously at the sound of the knock at the door, Dominic just waited to see what the reaction would be by Lupa. Oh . . . typical, need to handle something? Weird, it was as though she already knew who was at her door now.

Blinking in shock when she summoned the young Hufflepuff's wand, visions about what Dumont had informed of him came to mind. The boy could see things - read thoughts. Or was it the other twin? And this one could predict the future? Meh ... no matter which it was, the fifth year still felt shivers up his spine, even after Lupa closed the door and returned to him.

"Cake?" he snapped back to reality of the purple-colored room. "Oh... no thanks." The Hufflepuff wavered off her offer yet again, which probably came as a shock considering that most boys his age would have devoured the sweet delicacy. But truth was that Dominic had never really been grouped into 'most boys', nor had he ever enjoyed sweets like cake. Unless it was maybe a rich lemon cake, which by the looks of things, this was certainly not.

Right. The parchment.

"Oh yes, well as you know," Dominic continued, pulling at his parchment - which was getting worn slightly - hoping the document would help him stay focused. "I wrote a little something for you Professors and staff. Would you care to read it?" he offered, holding the rolled up document out to her, knowing though that she would not be so willing perhaps like the others to read it to herself.

"No!" She told him stuffing her face with cake. "You should read it to me, and all pretty like." She smiled, chocolate cake all over her lips.

As was to be expected, the Ancient Runes Professor was going to have him read it to her... and what did she say!? 'All pretty like'. Oh man, first she raves about Perfect and annoying Curly-haired Newell and now this. Could things really get any worse?

Yes.

Stuffing her face with chocolate cake as though it were the last thing she were to eat. Disgraceful; almost as much as the purple fluff in the sanctuary sanctum. Inhaling deeply to clear is thoughts, he tried to picture what he had seen when he first followed her into the room. A young and alluring professor, who was attractive too, but right now, he couldn't see any of that. All he saw was a chocolate covered pig of a Professor who was infatuated by a curly haired know-it-all.

Right. The sonnet.

Closing his eyes to clear his head, Dom opened them slowly, glancing down at the parchment he'd subconsciously smoothed flat and pursed his lips perusing the situation. Finally parting his lips, in best impersonation of Shakespeare, he began to read:

"When disgraced in the eyes of Kaz
And beneath my bravery I weep,
With deaf ears and my tearless cries,
And looking up to the dias, curse my sleep;

To wish upon me one more chance,
Featuring all whom make least,
Desire in us all to dance,
With that let us contend with deist

Yet these thoughts, I find myself despising,
How I think with glee and then to you,
Like climbing these endless stairs and always arising,
But from the clouds to the grounds, and then the loo

For no matter how much pride or wealth I bring,
That I scorn to be as half as worthy as you kings."

When he was finished, the fifth year glanced up at the chocolate monster and waited for some feedback.

"That was... ok..." It had nothing to do with her and it was not read pretty... He didn't make any voices or dance or anything... "I'll let Professor Kazimeriz you read me your poem... But next time you should really choreograph an interpretive dance to go along with it... and make voices... Have you been to professor Truebridge's office? He could give you pointers... he dabbled in theatre you know..." He was HOT! "Nevertheless... Thank you!"

Dominic frowned slightly at her seemingly disappointment in his reading, golden eyes blinking rapidly with each successive comment. Choreograph an interpretive dance? Merlin, if she wasn't out of her mind for crushing on Newell, then she was now!

Shaking his head slowly, he sighed. He had to write a sonnet, not a theatrical performance. "No, I have not visited Professor Truebridge's office, but I will as soon as I make my way back down to his floor..." he eyed her carefully, not helping but take notice of not just her infatuation with Newell, but many members of the opposite gender. Cunning flirt! "nevertheless, you're welcome." He finished with, repocketing the parchment carefully.

"Good Good..." She said as she opened the door for him, "Soooo if you see Cale, tell him I say..." RAWR! "Hi... K? BUHBYENOW!" She said waiting for him to leave... what did he need an invitation to leave his office?

Nodding at her request, Dominic gave her a small smile. "Bye Professor," he commented before leaving her office. Sure he would tell Cale she said 'hi'. Maybe. If he remembered and if he happened to run into him, but he certainly was not going to go out of the way to find the older Prefect; no sireee he was not!

She went to call her next student.

Ross walked into the office holding an envelope that was holding the letter that he was asked to do.

"Alright little Ross... Read me your letter!" She said sitting and dunking a cookie in her coffee.

Ross took out his letter and started to read it and as soon as he was done he handed it to Professor Lupa to check it over if she wanted.

"Very good," She said pleased and summoned the letter. "I'm sending it to Astrid... Let me know if she responds, K?" She smiled and opened the door. "That will be all for now... Bye!"

After the boy left she looked at the letter... no, no, no, this wouldn't do... Less would help the boy... Ok... going through it again....

What? Noooo... He shouldn't tell her there was another woman! She took her quill and scratched out the yucky words.

There... perfect! She called the silvery owl she borrowed from the school... the owl had taken a liking to her. She tied the letter to the owl and sent it on it's way to America.

She went to call the next student.

Jack walked into the room silently, he hovered by the chair and waited for her to tell him to sit down

Alessia produced the boy's wand. "Is this your wand Mr. Mosier?" She asked looking sternly at the boy.

Jack swallowed and nodded slowly, keeping his mouth shut, his eyes darted around the room, looking for a possible escape.

"Priori Incatetum!" She said touching the wand's tip... and the last few spells came out of the wand... including the spell cast on Raiden.

She looked at the boy and smiled. "Something you want to tell me?"

After roaming the halls, Plymouth finally found somewhere that appeared to be... not so crazy. And quiet. And - this professor - had been the one to give him a hug. If Plymouth needed anything, it was his mum and a hug. So, this would have to do since he couldn't have that.


Plymouth knocked on the door frame then stood back and pocketed his hands.

Less raised her finger at Jack to say hold on. And she went to the door and opened it. It was Manly boy! And he was suddenly looking very very keeyoute!!!! "Hi... Hold on a sec?" She said closing the door on him. "You! Silencio! Now Hide!" She didn't want Manly boy to see her with another boy... that would be bad. He wouldn't understand. "In the closet go!" She said as she stuffed jack in the closet. Hmmm "Petrificus!" There! Now he's stuck in the closet.

She then ran to the door and reopened it. "Haiiiiiiii, come in, come in..." she said to him.

"Hey Professor," Plymouth dragged his feet as he entered her office. "You aren't busy are you? I can come back some time if you are.." Plymouth eyed the office around him, the little cushion things.

"Nope..." she said batting her eyelashes, "not for you anyway... what's on your mind?"

Plymouth sighed and plopped down on the cushion where his face went into his hands. "There's lots and lots and lots on my mind. Too much and I don't know what to do about any of it.." Plymouth tried to sink down more to the cushion. "AndIkindofwantahug."

Awwwww.... he was precious... "I'll hug you." she said sitting by him and opening her arms... "You just tell me all about it... I can help."

Plymouth nodded, took a deep breath, and began. "My step brother kissed my girlfriend. Copernicus took my girlfriend up a tree, kissed her, and then let her fall out of a tree. And that psychotic Kazimeriz came along and cursed her. And she's so, so sad... and my stupid ex-stepbrother is all "I'm sorry" like that helps at ALL." Plymouth leaned over for his hug. "And I just don't know what to do about it. He... ugggh... you know??"

Girlfriend? She held him and pet his widdle head. "My sweet Plymouth, you shouldn't be mad at your step-brother... it's all that little hussy's fault. Your girlfriend doesn't deserve you. You need a girl that little older..." She said excited.

"But... but ... he said HE kissed her! She didn't kiss HIM... You think .. no?" Plymouth did not the little bit of doubt she was planting in his head. "I ... she's only 2 years younger..." Plymouth sighed and shut his eyes. MMmm she was petting him, just like his mum would. "You're so nice, Professor. What would you do?"