OoC: LOL! Ooooh! And the way Tristan looks up through his lashes!!! Wasn't in this post but EEEEeeeeppp! And what's wrong with Boooo? It's so sad! -clings to her-
Ahahahaha! This post was BRILLIANT! LOL

An actual laugh was trying very hard to escape from Quentin's lips at this point. Again, it really wasn't very often that he got to see any of his friends like this. And Nolan, apparently dreaming on about duckies. Wow... He bit down on the inside of his cheek with the corners of his mouth turn up in a small smile that looked like it was trying to be hidden.

He shook his head to himself then turned to leave again. But Nolan hadn't finished yet. Quentin stopped, though didn't turn to look. She likes you too? What was he talking about..? That was completely out of no where and-- He was probably talking in a different sense. On top of that he was dreaming about only Merlin knows what.

Sigh.

Why did he even care so much? Pushing all the thoughts of Mozzie away for a bit he headed out trying to think of where his friends would be. He was thinking Great Hall or somewhere outside...

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Once again, Inez was at a loss as to what was so funny, but she giggled along with Mozzie anyways. She didn't want to look stupid or anything by just standing there, looking really confused... Oh poor Inez.

When Mozzie stopped laughing, Inez did too and continued to nod happily as all the thoughts and ideas for the big party came together in her mind. She didn't comment on any of it. It was just all coming too fast so she just grinned, an excited grin.

Then they were onto Quentin dancing some how... How did they get there so fast from pillows and DRINKS! Yummy, yummy driiiiiinks and bendy straws! But Quentin dancing?? He really hated dancing.... Even though--She giggled to herself. Inez knew a few things about Quentin and dancing...

"Quentin and dancing are like... like... peanut butter and snapples! They don't mix so well. He really hates it. Well publicly at least." Inez chimed in. "But I bet I could get him to!" She nodded. "Sure, I've seen him dance! I got him to a few times! He's real good! He even takes--" Her eyes quickly widened and she threw her hand over her mouth. That was a close one. It was one of the things that she promised she wouldn't tell anyone and normally she wasn't so good at keeping secrets. Especially ones that included Quentin attending dance lessons and classes each week when he's at home. But it was Quentin, after all. She couldn't just tell everyone!

Inez shoved that away back in her 'never to spoken' (or rather 'try really hard not to spill') section of her brain and took her hand from her mouth. She soon found herself laughing as Mozzie twirled her again and she almost tripped over her own feet. Go figure.

She stopped. "Booooo!" Nezzy squeeled, beaming. Clearly she didn't pick up on the oddity of Boo's demeanor. "Oh I can cut hair I think! I cut my cousins once!"

Suddenly, somehow Quentin had silently appeared a few feet behind Boo. "You don't want Inez to cut anyone's hair..." he muttered only getting a small confused look in return as he glanced at Inez.

As he listened, he had his head tilted to the side slightly. Boo... wanted to cut her hair? She had to be joking. That was so unlike her. And as though just cutting it wasn't enough, a pixie cut?? Now that was unlike her. Not that Quentin was an expert on hair or anything, but he had noticed that the more... preppy girls around school would sport that sort of style..

Had someone said something to her? He opened his mouth, but nothing ended up coming out. He couldn't really remember giving any kind of concerned talk to anyone other than Inez...

With a small glance in 'Nez's direction, he noted that she seemed completely lost. Half understandable. Just... Boo with a 'Pixie cut' wasn't really Boo anymore...

OoC: Ahh sorry! This sorta took me a while... I've been really buisy.