Jason walks away and goes back to the lake. He is frustated not getting answers here. he probaly will not come here again. Doesn't matter anyway, he is thinking of transferring to Drumstrang.

A seventeen year old girl, slightly too small for her age, wandered across the grounds. She was stuffing a piece of paper into her pocket on her way and fumbling with a notebook at the same time. Her honey-colored eyes were focused, barely less bright than usual. And her hair, the same color as her eyes, fell clear to her hips. She hadn't bothered to pull it back. She had a red baseball cap on, anyway.

She glanced at the notice on the door. What was it? Well, certainly it was relatively important. But urgent just sounded so much like someone was DYING. Did that make it personal? Or casual? Or... Should she knock once and a half? Was that even possible? She sighed. "Errrrm..." She knocked out a seven beat rhythm instead. "That means one and a half!" she shouted.

It was certainly getting crowded and with each arrival (since very few were actually leaving) Ocean felt his head become just as stuffy. He clapped his hands once, still outside of his hut having been unable to enter it just yet and the sky was steadily growing darker.

"Alright!" He called out to the ones in the hut already, where the door stood open and to the girl who had just arrived and failed to spot him outside (just like it was prone to happen it seemed). "Whoever doesn't have something mortally important to tell me can head on to their common room to do some homework, and no, that's not a suggestion."

And to complete his thoughts, Ocean jabbed his thumb at the castle over his shoulder.

Barry thought he was someone who didn`t like children which was strange for a groundskeeper. He gave the buket of muffins in his hand and stayed just a bit longer to see what he would say

There had been so much drama with the killer gnomes, blood thirsty werewolves and ear nibbling teapots named Betty, Clifford had officially lost track of time. All he knew was that he'd been here way too long. He needed proper food that wasn't muffins. Sausages, maybe.

When he heard Mr. Groudskeeper shouting outside he knew he'd probably outstayed his welcome. Hopefully he wouldn't get too angry when he realised Clifford had eaten all his muffins. Oops.

Quickly, he scurried out of the van/hut-thingy and skidded to a halt infront of Mr. Groundskeeper. "Betty ate the cookies. Not me." He nodded frantically. "And if you hear screaming, it means the gnomes are probably pulling my limbs off or something so help would be most welcome." He flashed a grin before turning on his heel and sprinting in the direction of the castle.

If he ran fast maybe the gnomes wouldn't catch him.

She frowned and turned. Hopefully she wasn't losing her mind. That certainly wouldn't be the best way to start out her day. She stepped away from the open door, color flooding her pale, freckled cheeks. "Erm..." she muttered. She cleared her throat. Her toe bounced against the ground behind her out of dreadful nervous habit.

"I'm not dying... but I kind of needed to interview you for... a kind of... Earth Awareness Quill Issue type... deal." She snorted at her stumbling description. But it seemed she'd caught him at a rather bad time.

Homework, books, studying and Quidditch, were driving the young Ravenclaw a little crazy, so she decided to leave the common room (that lately was starting look like a zoo) in her search for a place were she could relax.

To her own surprise, Willow found herself on The Grounds. She couldn't believe this! How was it possible that her feet had dragged her to the place that was most likely to be the home of millions of bugs and annoying creatures like that! She was scared and grossed out by Bugs for Merlin's beard!

Her fears and disgust for bugs quickly dissapeared the moment she reached the groundskeeper 'hut'.

In front of her eyes, was the least thing she was expecting to find on Hogwarts: A car, A muggle car!

Muggles, Muggles, Muggles

Unconsciously, her feet dragged her once again to where the wonderful vehicule was parked. It was big, with flowers, colorful and different from anything she had ever seen. She had never been this closed to a car, and she was sure her father would not be happy if he ever found about it.

Willow was completely dazzled by the Groundskeeper van, that she didn't even knocked the door. She just stood there, frozen.

Tag made the trek out to the gardens, passing the vegetable patch he'd been unceremoniously snatched from the day before, just to get yelled at by Vindictus. Somehow the gardens seemed more friendly in daylight. When you wouldn't be, say, stolen by whatever it was that was stealing students. Tag hope the kidnapped students were having a better experience than he'd had in the Quidditch master's office. Halfway through the meeting he'd been wishing he was kidnapped.

And now, here to complete his leaderly-task, an unwanted assignment given to him by some bossy prefects who apparently didn't take him seriously when he said he preferred students in animal form. Of course, that was before Ariana had disappeared entirely. Somehow it felt more real now. Maybe Mr. Jones would have some ideas.

Tag waved to Willow, who was loitering near the door. "Is he home?," he queried, just before rapping on the door with his knuckles.

James was hurrying by when he saw the Ravenclaw captain at the hut. Yes! Someone to share info with! He ran over. "Um...sir....captain...beater...person... uh..." he said, not quite knowing what to call him by. He chose sir. "Uh...sir....my
friends are going to disappear very soon. I need your help"