Lee was not a morning person at all, especially after spending the whole night awake write and re-writing songs in her dorm. The band reharsal was something she was looking for but that didn't mean she didn't felt terribly nervous around those people. A month ago she had gone to the audition for pure instinct, lying the people - mostly Slytherins - she used to hang out with.
The blonde girl had a quick shower and got dressed, trying for the first time the indecisions of what to wear. Finally she chose the red shirt alongside with a short black skirt and her favorite tennis. Her straight blonde hair with pink highlights feel nicely over her shoulders and after checking if she was presentable, Eileen walked out the door in a rush, quite aware she was late for band practise. Mount on her broom with her guitar, she didn't took much to find her classmates, quickly dismounting and hiding the broom on a near by corner to get her when she needed. She knew she was most likely to get a detention, but in that moment those weren't the thoughts on her mind.

"Good morning, guys..." she greeted the other band members and another student she didn't know shyly. She was still not used to those gathering and the whole social thing. There with thme, she felt like she didn't fit. "How are you?" she asked by politeness and the slight curiosity forming on her spirit.

Abigail stormed out the entrance from the Ravencaw common room, and with shaky clumsy feet made her way down the spiral staircase almost tripping and falling on the way. A little dizzy from that run, she continued her way down a number of hallways and down a number of Hogwarts's moving stairs before finally reaching the hallway where Lucy had been expecting the rest of the band to meet. Abigail felt a little weak in the knees not only from the running marathon she had just completed, but from nerves as well. Would Lucy take her guitar and smash it over the girl's head for being almost fifteen minutes late? Abigail cringed at that thought. She was definitely more used to her bandmates than the other students at Hogwarts, but she was still somewhat intimidated by Lucy's strong personality, though in a way she also kind of admired the girl.

"I'm sorry I'm late, I'm sorry I'm late!" was Abigail's breathless greeting to the others as she came to an abrupt halt by the group. She took a moment to catch her breath before flashing them a weak but genuine smile. "Hey, Luce... Owen, Bailey, Eileen." She gave each a nod as she spoke their names. The young girl then glanced around the group - there was still one bandmate missing. She sighed in relief at this; at least she wasn't the very last one to arrive.

His uniform was still dripping with water, making him really uncomfortable. Maybe he should dash to the boys dormitory and quickly change into his extra uniform which was lying somewhere there, not sure where BUT it was definitely there. Damn! He could have used the water-repelling charm but seeing that it was too late now and he had to quickly fix himself up, Bailey took out his wand and used the drying spell, "Exaresco Protinus" With a flick of his wand, his dripping uniform was now perfectly dry. Once happy with his wand work, he slipped his wand back in his pockets and glanced up to see two new face join them.

"Morning Lee and--" Smiling at Lee, he furrowed his eyebrows as he watched Abigail panic, "You're not late, seeing that there's still one person left..I think." He let out a light chuckle, Abigail was really adorable at times, quite pretty, might I mention "By the way, what took you so long?" He bit his lower lip, a moment ago he was telling her she wasn't and now he was asking what took her so long?? Way to go Bailey, idiot.

Abigail watched as Bailey performed a drying spell on his soaking-wet uniform. The young girl had been so distracted imagining all the horrible things the band would do to her for being late and irresponsible before firing her and accusing her of not being worthy of their band, that she didn't even notice one of the members was soaked. She was just about to ask him what had happened, but he had already started speaking.

She smiled gratefully as he assured her that she was not late - good, so there would be no firing her yet - but her smile faded as he asked what took her so long. "Ah! Well, hah..." she chuckled nervously, quite embarrassed to admit it, but - "I was... I was drawing," she admitted, looking away at a nearby statue guiltily. It wasn't unusual for Abigail to get lost in one of her drawings and forget all about the rest of the world. "I kind of- lost track of time, I guess." She sharply turned her head back to the band before quickly adding, "But it won't happen again, I promise! It'll be the last time! I'll always, always be on time from now on!"

Taking out a piece of parchment from his bag, Bailey gently tapped his finger on his lips. "This is ridiculous, I take too many classes! How on earth will I get the time to rehearse?" He frowned, after eyeing the parchment for a few seconds. Just look at him, taking almost ever subject offered at the school, he still had the nerve to sign up for a band? Not a very bright move there, looks like dropping out of a few classes is the only option left but it was heart-breaking since he enjoyed studying.

Crumpling the parchment, he tossed the paper ball and glanced to his right as Abigail spoke, "Drawing? no wonder you lost track of time since artists tend to get quite immersed in their work. I do too when I am studying Arithmancy, I even forget to eat sometimes." He laughed lightly as Abigail fretted over being late. Honestly, 15 minutes is not late but he wasn't the band leader so he should probably keep his opinions to himself or else he might get chucked out on his first day.

Abigail's brown eyes watched as Bailey pulled out a piece of parchment from his bag curiously. The boy then proceeded to complain about how many classes he was taking and wondered aloud how he would find the time to rehearse. But before Abigail could say anything, he was expressing his understanding for her distraction and compared it to his own love for arithmancy. Abigail's eyebrows rose slightly; she'd never met anyone so dedicated to the subject. Personally, the girl wasn't a big fan. It wasn't necessarily her worst subject, but it was definitely not her best either. "I've never met someone who's artistically talented and an arithmancy genius at the same time!" she said, sounding truly surprised as she proceeded to sit by the foot of a nearby statue. Her legs were still somewhat numb from the run she had to make from the very opposite end of the castle - they should really start allowing apparation in Hogwarts. "My arithmancy professor hates me," she said rather randomly with a sigh. "He hates the doodles I decorate my classwork with... but they're really nice, and they have numbers in them! I don't see what's so wrong." She sighed again and absentmindedly began tying her undone shoelace.

Tony raised a perfect eyebrow at his friend Bailey. "Ya know i can be gangsta too ya know" he said in a horrible voice and made horrible hand signs. Yup defenitely not a Tony thing. "you sound horrible , Bail, got a cold? aww i'm sorry , poor you" Tony said and placed a hand on his shoulder nodding a few times not really feeling sorry but that was just Tony, even though he cared about his friends he still had this pride to not feel sorry about anything . Upon hearing the "dungbomb" sentence, Tony grinned mischievious."i have no idea what you are talking about" he said and looked at the ceiling still grinning "but if it was me it would have been with great pleasure." he said and bowed before Bailey his eyes twinkling as he got up again.

Lee waved the new comer, who had arrived about only two minutes after her and she smiled back at Bailey feeling the bright red collour coming to her cheecks. There was a Gryffindor who didn't like Slytherins, who happened to be quite handsome and charming, if she took out the part where he hated most of her friends. Nice for band mates, right?
It was a relief to see a Slytherin in there, one that Lee knew by sight. That helped her getting into the conversation and in the spirit of the band.
"Heya, Tony. So what did you do this time?" she asked him with a ceptical expression.

"Oh, Tony babe.. Do yourself a favor and don't talk like that again, it soooo doesn't suit you," Lucy said, still playing with her hat. Lucy had felt content to simply listen and let the others speak as she was still slightly drowsy. Lucy rolled her eye's as Bailey proceeded to flirt with every girl in the vincinity, but Lucy's attention was diverted as she realized the lack of their fifth member.

"Dude, where is Brooke?" Lucy asked, though she was speaking to no one in perticular. Lucy finally decided to remove the hat and shook her head from side to side, lifted her head back to it's previous posistion and turned to Abigail. Lucy adored Abby, the girl was so sweet and could play so well that Lucy had booked her on the spot and without any deliberation.

"Hey babe, do you have a hairbrush on you?" Lucy asked, her eye lashes heavy with mascara. Lucy didn't wear much make-up, but she absolutely adored Mascara and eyeshadow.

Tony turned around to find who was speaking to him and found Lucy playing with her hat. A huge grin plastered on his face and he turned to face her. "your right Lucy, it doesn't suit me" he said with a grin that got bigger and his eyes started to twinkle. "i just wanted to know how it is to be like..." he nodded with his head towards Bailey . "him" he said "and i must say , it is a horrible experience" The last part, Tony said it loud enough for Bailey to hear and he started to chuckle. Behind him , he heard another voice so he turned his back on Lucy and saw...


"Lee!" Tony greeted his friend from Gryffindor. It was strange, Tony always wondered why she hang out with Slytherin's instead of her own *kind* but Tony never complained because he actually liked her, despite being a Gryffindor. Maybe it was because she hang out with Slytherin's that made her so cool. "what did i do?" he said and made his face look innocent and pouted his lips. "i did nothing but someone had placed a dungbomb in Baileys bag the other night" he said trying to hold the innocent look but a small grin came visible on his face. Fact was it had been him who placed the dungbomb in Baileys bag but he enjoyed it more to deny all of it.

Lee gave a clear laugh. It was the first time any of the other band members had seen her drop that anti-social usual look. Now she looked amused and more comfortable.
"Great!" She gave him a compliment for the prank and then shook her head. "You can't fool a single soul with that innocent smile of yours. Innocent is something your not, Devil." she replied with a wink. The girl she had played a prank on should be about to figure it out on her yellow common room.
She then turned to the fellow Gryffindor.
"You hated it, huh?" she asked with a grin all over her face.

Lucy laughed lightly and raised an eyebrow. "How very, interesting... And tell me, have you tried being anyone else today?" Lucy asked, a smirk on her fair features. Tony was so funny, he was extremely normal for a Slytherin and Lucy had always found him amiable and interesting.


"Wow! That's a great idea, not very nice... But funny," Lucy chuckled, smiling knowlingly at Tony and feeling the urge to move. "If Brookie doesn't get here soon, I'm going to... To... To... Hm, what's a good punishment?" Lucy asked, her bright eye's blinking thoughtfully.

OOC: BTW, the teachers and the other students don't know about the band. Because if the teachers know they'll force them to .... Uh... Disband.

Abigail, who had been absentmindedly playing with her shoelaces as the group spoke, returning back to her quiet blend-in-the-background nature, looked up sharply as Lucy addressed her. The young girl grinned, quite glad to have an opportunity to make up for her lack of punctuality earlier (she was still beating herself about being fifteen minutes late to the meeting, ever the paranoid one). "I do, actually!" she said with a grin, pulling the small satchel bag she usually carried around to place her sketchbooks and quills and pencils and random pieces of parchment in, in case creativity randomly struck her. Abigail had only known Lucy for a month, but she was well-aware of the girl's need to look good all the time - though Abigail personally believed the girl didn't need any make-up or hairbrushes to make her pretty. "H-Here you go, Miss Lucy!" she said, handing the young girl the brush with a smile.

Abigail then listened as Lucy tried thinking of a punishment for Brooke, their missing bandmate. "Oh, Miss Lucy, I-I--I think m-maybe you should... spare her, i-it's probably not her fault she's late, I mean... it's past curfew a-and maybe a teacher-- please don't kick her out of the band?" she asked, worry creasing her forehead. Abigail wasn't even really closer to Brooke than any of the other bandmates, but she hated confrontations and she knew she'd feel absolutely horrible if someone got kicked out, even if it had nothing to do with her. And besides, Abby's always been a rather paranoid little thing.

Owen smiled slightly as he watched Lucy keep her cool demeanor though he had obviously given her a small surprise. His eyes roamed to Bailey as he joined the pair, smiling warmly at the boy, returning the one armed hug and letting out a light chuckle as Bailey asked about the drumming session from the night before. "It was great," he said, his naturally charming smile still on his face as he looked at the boy before him. He was just about to ask about the boy's obvious illness when Lucy did for him.

Owen leaned back against one of the cool stone walls of the corridor, listening silently as Lucy and Bailey conversed for a moment and then they were joined by Tony, then Eileen, soon followed by Abigail. He smiled politely as each joined them, giving a small nod to each. He watched everyone, a song stuck in his head that he had yet to remove, and humming it quietly to himself.

He gave a light chuckle at the sight of Abigail's response to Lucy's request for a hairbrush, watching as Abigail tried to get Lucy to 'spare' Brooke for being late. He walked the couple paces towards the two girls and an arm locked gently around Abigail's shoulders, "You talk like she's going to murder someone, love," he said with a shake of his head, making his long hair gently sway underneath his dark gray beanie. "Lucy's not that mean," he said with an amused grin, "She doesn't kill!...Only seriously injures!" He smiled at the girl. Owen had known Lucy for a small amount of time, only having met a couple months prior to the auditions, but he knew the girl well enough to speak teasingly for her.

"What? N-n-n-n-no! O-Of course not! I don't think Lucy would ki-kill anyone!" said a horrified Abigail as Owen joined her and Lucy and mentioned how she almost sounded like she was accusing Lucy of being a murderer. Nooo, now Lucy was going to think that she thought she was a killer! Wait-- what? Abigail's brows furrowed slightly as she thought about this, successfully managing to confuse herself in the process. The young girl then shook her head slightly. "I'm sorry, I'm being paran-- serious injuries?!" Her brown eyes widened in horror. Lucy was capable of seriously hurting someone?! Now she really had to stay on the girl's good side... Abigail lost some colour on her face at this. But she opted best to drop be subject before Lucy got any wrong ideas about Abigail's paranoid way of thinking. "So we're practicing tonight? Any ideas on when our first performance will be?" she asked, glancing around the group curiously. The young girl may be ridiculously shy, but she was actually quite looking forward to performing for an audience.

Owen gave another laugh at Abigail's obvious worry over 'accusing' Lucy of being a murderer. He watched as she got worked up when he told her that Lucy could inflict serious injuries and his arm around her loosened as he was laughing, nearly doubled over in doing so. He managed to gather himself and sat up again, smiling down at the girl, his eyes a little watery. "It was a joke, deary," he explained with another last chuckle before watching as Abigail addressed the group as a whole. Not knowing the answers to either of her questions, he remained silent though an amused smile was still on his face.

Abigail turned to Owen with wide eyes as the boy suddenly burst out laughing. Oh no! What had she done now? She watched with worry as his eyes began filling with tears, but as he explained that he had just been joking it dawned on her he was just laughing at her. Abigail stared at him blankly for a moment before frowning at him, offended to be a laughingstock for her naive worrying. But Abigail wasn't one to enjoy confrontations, so she merely said, "I'm very glad you find my worries and fears amusing, Owen, I'll make sure to have panic attacks more often just for your entertainment." The young girl crossed her arms and looked away at the nearby statue, her cheeks somewhat pink.

"I'd appreciate that," Owen responded, his quick tongue getting the best of him as he immediately replied with a smile still on his face. He let out a single chuckle as an end to his laughter, his eyes roaming the group before returning to Abigail. His eyes were met with the side of her face as she was now turned the other way with her arms crossed over her chest. Oh, she was seriously mad. That didn't happen often to him. Owen swerved around so he was in front of the offended girl, a charming grin making its way onto his face, his blue eyes shining at her. "Oh c'mon Abbie," he said, the nickname rolling off his tongue without him realizing it. "You couldn't honestly think I was serious when I said Lucy was armed and dangerous!" he said incredulously, defending his own amusement. "I mean, it was funny! You would've thought it was funny if you saw your expression," he assured her.

Lucy smiled gratefully and quickly brushed out her dark, dark hair. "Thanks. And you know you don't have to call me *Miss Lucy*," The young women said, handing back the hair brush and stuffing her hat into her jacket pocket.

The girl watched Abby with an amused expression, the girl was so quiet and so terrified that it only endeared her more to Lucy, still all that worry was going to drive her mad... Seemed like Lucy would just have to teach her a thing or two about relaxing. "Of course I'm not going to throw her out of the band! Owen's right Abby Road, I only maim, not eradicate," Lucy said with a sweet smile.

Lucy giggled a bit at Abby's obvious horror and bit her lip as Owen himself burst with laughter. "Dude! Chill! I'm not hurting anybody, especially not you, sweet pea!" Lucy said and reassureingly patted the girl on the back, before turning to face Owen.

"C'mon Owen, leave the girl be," Lucy said, though it wasn't in a very stern voice.

Abigail looked up as Owen suddenly appeared before her with a large charming grin on his face. She narrowed her eyes slightly at him but listened obediently as he began speaking; she tried hard not to smile in amusement as he mentioned that Lucy wasn't really armed and dangerous, but before she could reply, letting him know that she didn't really think of Lucy that way, he was now sharing how funny her expression had been. Abigail's brows furrowed once again. "Well I didn't see my expression, maybe you should take a picture next time, then we could all have a laugh," she said rather bitterly. But she didn't like the way this conversation was going, Abby wasn't one to argue with people. And so she offered a truce by adding, "M-Maybe it was a little funny... I'll try not to be so gullible next time."

Abigail then turned her brown eyes in Lucy's direction and smiled sheepishly as the young girl assured her she wasn't going to throw Brooke out of the band and she wasn't going to hurt anyone, especially her. Abigail felt her face grow warm and her cheeks turned a bright pink colour - well, that was embarrassing! Now Lucy was going to think she was a paranoid freak! Nooo, why must she always come off as a freak to people? Abigail's face went through a number of expressions as she silently thought to herself about all this; but once she was done, she smiled again. "Abby Road... I really like that! Could that be my stage name?" she asked hopefully, her eyes sparkling.

"I'd be dishonored if you didn't use it! I thought it up as soon as I heard your name, I just haven't had the chance to tell you about it, untill now, that is," Lucy replied, smiling brightly and bouncing about in her excitement and because she was in need of movement, if Lucy Charrington didn't get going soon she was going to be very annoyed.

"Where is Brooke? Victor's going to kill me if we're all late," The Ravenclaw said, craning her neck to see over Abigail and Owen, but there was still no sign of their last band member. "I'll give her ten mintutes and if she's no here by then, we're going on without her," Lucy added, looking down at her brilliant teal watch.

Abigail beamed as Lucy shared that she had actually thought up of the nickname long ago, but had never had a chance to share it with her. The young girl felt quite honoured at this, as if Lucy had just nominated her for school president. "Thanks, Mis-- Lu--Lucy!" she said, her tones much more cheerful this time. The young girl looked off into space with sparkles in her eyes as she admired her new nickname - never in a million years would she have imagined she'd be honoured enough to haver her own stage name! But before she could dream about it too much, she was snapped back to reality by Lucy's next statements. "Ah? S-So we're not practicing?" she said, somewhat puzzled. She thought the meeting had been to rehearse or discuss performances.

"Yeah, we're suppose to be heading out to practice, but, I figured it's alot easier if we found someplace that we could all acess and that's outside og the school, so I wrote a few people down in Hogsmeade and rented out the Hog's Head for the night," Lucy explained, taking off her leather jacket and sitting down on the stone floor. Lucy thanked the Lord for her leggings, as her dress was short and she would have been freezing without them, Lucy hated the cold and felt chilly due to the cool October weather.

Owen laughed heartily as Abigail told him that next time he should take a picture so they could all have a good laugh, "Will do," he said with a small nod, smiling slightly as she broke down and said that it might've been a bit funny. "Trust me, it was," he assured her before turning to Lucy as she spoke, watching silently as the two girls discussed Abby's new stage name. "Oh? And what will my stagename be?" he asked, raising one of his dark eyebrows to Lucy.

Abigail listened as Lucy spoke and her eyebrows rose slightly, impressed with the girl's leadership skills. She didn't even know it was possible to rent an entire place from Hogsmeade. The young girl then returned to her original spot by the nearby statue, sitting down on the stone floor right beside it. She looked up as Owen then asked Lucy what his stage name would be and turned to Lucy curiously, wondering vaguely on what she had come up for the boy. And as she listened, she proceeded to pull out a small sketchbook and doodle her way into her much-beloved distraction.