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Lady Lulu Vengenz 
"Four more floors left.."
Stephen had been struggling to get up to the common room since the bruise on his side was beginning to hurt. Stupid sled just had to fly from right under his bum. Seeing as he wasn't going to get upstairs anytime faster, Stephen decided he would roam the corridors on the third floor, for now. Still rubbing his bruise, Stephen began to whistle a song he played at the wedding last year. It was the one he sang with Veronica. He narrowed his eyes at himself and kept walking. But besides the bruise and the whistling, he was feeling kind of depressed. His brother, the one who had dyed his hair to make him feel part of the family, left to another continent. Stephen thought it was all his fault.
"Stupid giraffe," he mumbled. But staying with Lucy for a bit made him feel a bit better about Leonard moving. The pain in his side was now betting a bit worse thinking about his brother. So Stephen just decided to lay on the floor, on his back, not really caring who sees him. But he covered his face just in case. That way no one would know it's him.
Clutching the book, Aimée wandered away from the Library and hesitated at the staircase. Should she go up, and read in the Common Room, or her dorm? Or should she go down, and read on the Grounds? She had her scarf already on, and her thick robes, and so decided on the latter, sliding her hand gently on the banister as she moved down.
As she passed through the corridor, in the direction of the next staircase, the blonde heard the humming of a song she vaguely recognised, and pondered where it came from, but in the end shrugged it off; she'd probably remember it better if she didn't think about it, she thought, and she mentally stored the question at the back of her brain. It didn't take much effort, though - the sight she next saw consumed most of her attention, (although it did give her some clue as to what song it had been). She looked away from the floor, up to the ceiling, and rubbed her eyes, ensuring she wasn't imagining the sight, before she knelt down on the floor next to the boy.
"Are - excuse me?" she muttered, wondering if he'd fainted or something. She frowned, recognising the black hair, and the bright green she could see between her fingers, and a short giggle escaped from her lips.
"Stephen? Are you okay?"