Jezz saw Madam Wystan enter and ducked down in the corner where she sat with her broom. That lady was scary. When she shouted at a random student, Jezz jumped slightly and ended up dropping her broom. She picked it back up quickly and went back to polishing it.

Her violet eyes darted to the source of the disturbance. "Clumsy Ravenclaw girl - you can help, too," she snapped. "Hiding from me won't work and I don't care if you're polishing a broom. So move - NOW."

Amelia nearly fell over backwards from the seat as the door to the shed swung open. Eek! Speak of the devil! she thought, giving a warning look towards Vindictus and Clark. Biting her lip, she nodded and rose quickly, "Yes ma'am". Hurrying over to where the brooms were kept, she quickly scooped them up using levitation charm and carried them outside to a rack, as directed. Given what Vindictus had mentioned, she knew better than to mess with the woman. Just do as you're told...

"Yes ma'am, sorry ma'am." Jezz said, setting her own stuff on the ground. She stood and walked over to where Amelia was. "Here, I'll help you with that." This woman made her feel like a fool. She pulled out her wand and moved a few more to the outside racks. The broomshed wasn't a rats nest, it was nice and cozy.

"Get outta my shed, you insane witch!" Vindictus bellowed and practically threw himself out of his chair at the woman. "I don't care if you work for the Ministry of Idiots - you seem to forget that I'm one of those who will determine if you ever get to play again! OUT! AND DON'T TALK TO MY STUDENTS IN THAT FOUL MANNER IN MY PRESENCE EVER, EVER AGAIN!" With a firm shove, he pushed Wystan out the door and slammed it in her face. "AND I DON'T GIVE A CRUP'S TAIL IF YOU REPORT ME TO THAT MORON!"

By now, Vindictus's face had turned a nice shade of puce and his blue eyes were practically bulging out of their sockets. He turned to Fabian and headed back to his seat. "That felt good," he said as he collapsed in his chair.

Just as Amelia reentered the broomshed from complying with the orders of the insane Flying Professor, she felt herself being pinned against the wall of the shed by some unknown force with her heart about to burst from her chest. Vindictus was raging - like she'd never seem him rage before! Biting her lip, she didn't know what to say except she was glad to have been witness to this incident. It instilled in her a new sense of fear, of pride, of encouragement.

Still pinned against the wall, she finally spoke. "That was... amazing."

Fabian was about to pick the paper Amelia presented to view his Pinnacles when a random women stalked into the room and started ordering people around.

Fabian was amused, quite amused that his lips twitched with difficulty to keep a smile off his face as she scattered students in shortest time he could recall anyone did!

When Max started bellowing at her a small frown played up on his lips instead, "Aye o Aye. The feeling is quite mutual, I do assure you! But why would you go on and do that?" he crossed his arms across his chest as he addressed Max and leaned more back on his seat, "she broke the monotony quite nicely!" he expanded a hand across the air, "imagine the fun we could have fun with her?" his hand came back down to brush through his hair. "I hope Macadrian doesn't have to deal with her, though" he broke with a small smile, "I'd like to see that encounter with my own eyes". Knowing how fiery Macadrian can be, this could be entertaining to no limit.

Constantine rushed out to the broomshed, only slowing down to edge around some woman who didn't look happy. He was more than happy to come to the door, which he promptly knocked upon, praying that Max was in there.

Fabian's head twisted to the far right as someone knocked on the shed's door, "Blimey. If i knew the shed was this exciting I would have camped right here since school started" he threw out to no one in particular.

Caleum was dragged by Constantine half way down to the broomshed. He wasn't given a chance to find out what was going on except for another photo that was found. "Mate, you can't wait any longer? What's going on?" he asked as Constantine knocked on the doorl.

"No, I can't," he said as he knocked on the door again. "I'm sick of finding these photos..."

Will, still stuffing his face with goodies a la Mrs. Vindictus, watched with his eyes wide as the flying professor game the girls' professor what-for. He gulped down the bits of cookie in his mouth and then, unable to help himself, applauded. "Bravo, professor." he said quietly, in a tone of awe and respect. Finally one of the old-school professors around this place was showing some backbone in front of the students! There was hope for Hogwarts yet!

"That person is either too polite, or their frightened off you Max" Fabian mused as he eyed the door intently wondering why the person wouldn't enter. The consecutive knocks do incur some importance or level of hurry.

Whatever it was, Fabian had no patience. He waved his wand and the door swung open to reveal both the grounds keeper and defense teacher. "Aren't we lucky tonight" he smiled, "we have enough to play poker".

FINALLY. Constantine walked into the broomshed and looked around, it was a typical looking broomshed, but looked cozy none the same. "I hope you don't mind playing with three," he commented as he looked at the two men who sat quite comfortably in their seats. "I shall not be staying long."

Amelia remained pinned against the wall of the shed, hardly noting that Clark mentioned the Arithmancy Professor again. She wondered if there was more going on between them then met the eye, but couldn't bring herself to speak. Instead, her eyes wandered between the Will, Clark, Max, and now laterally to the doorway - awaiting to see who it was now.

The only words that Caleum heard were music to his ears. "Poker? Merlins! I forgot the cards," he smiled as he gladly waltzed inside the door. "If I would have known you all played, I would have suggested it on night one in this place." He then heard the words that Constantine spoke and a sly smile came across his face. "Double Merlins! It's about time, mate!" He knew exactly what his best mate was speaking of and leaned against the wall, folding his arms across his chest.

"Careful what you wish for," Max said and eyed the door. "That hag will think of some way to get even. I wouldn't be surprised if the Idiot of Magic and his gossiping harpy have bribed her to dig up any dirt on you."

He looked up from his chair and gave Mia an encouraging smile. "I'm glad you enjoyed that. Just steer clear of her tomorrow - Wystan isn't that good on a broom." And then he saw Will's expression and laughed.

"Shut up...I've been doing what I said I would: wait for the Hogsmeade weekend. Ugh," he facepalmed, "I can't wait anymore; I have to leave. Today's photo sold me."

Amelia noticed the two people to enter the room - one of them she recognized as the Groundskeeper she met in Hogsmeade, Mr Masterson, but the other she had no recollection of ever meeting. She forced a smile towards them, before addressing Vindictus.

Not a good flyer? She choked back a laugh at this finding that hard to believe, but took down this information anyone. Perhaps it would be useful. "Er, but how am I supposed to steer clear of her? Not when she calls you a half-wit jock... or says you have no authority over flying lessons..." she muttered quietly, reminiscing on her common room's notice board.

Caleum eyed Constantine for a moment with one eyebrow raised. He had to be serious if the boy was preaching for him to shut up. "Those are serious words," he said as he tried to hide the smirky look on his face. "Where the evidence, Sherlock? Let me see the photo." He held out his hand, wiggling his fingers every now and then and clearly not paying attention to anything else going on in the broomshed at the moment, unless it involved making plan for poker night.

Fabian was about to ask why, but looked curiously at the man instead. Why not? There wasn't much to do around here anyway. "Well, in case you change your mind. Please do turn back".

"Don't worry about the cards!" Fabian smiled, "worry about your wallet" then shook his head. "If we knew you were interested in such games. We would have started sooner-" but he broke off with that curious look again, "why do i get the feeling that I'm missing out on something? Do you get that feeling Max?"

He raised a brow at Max, but soon realized he wasn't answering his question but was speaking off Wystan. "Bloody rotten luck that would be if she was" he frowned and lost himself in thought again. Not possible, or would it? Now why would he let something like that creep under his skin. He was about to ask Max if she did ask about him, but the two men at the door changed his mind and instead shifted his attention on them. Save questions for later.

"Yeah? Well, serious words tend to come at serious moments." Sighing, he took the photo out and handed it to Caleum. "It was taken at my cousin's wedding. Remember the one where my mom made me invite a guest? And then restricted me to inviting a female guest? Yeahh...she was sitting in the car waiting to be driven to the banquet hall...I just...kinda took the photo." He shoved his hands into his pockets and looked at the floor. "It was a good shot..."

"I'm sorry," Neo continued, looking up from the ground. "Not tonight, gentlemen. I have some business to attend to," he held his hand out to Caleum for the photo back.

"Perfectly understandable" Fabian reassured Neo, while he continued to speak with Caleum, Fabian shifted curiously eyeing the room occupants out of cursory. They were going to play soon, or go somewhere and play. Whatever it was, he only had this one chance to set his mind. Use Amelia or not? Not that he had a choice, but the girl was smart. Possibly lippy too.

"Say Amelia. Can i see my pinaccles again?" he asked, to make sure he grasped the girls attention for starters. And for her to come closer as well.

Amelia just sat leaned against the wall, observing the conversations in the room. One thing did catch her attention though: what was up with that picture Masterson showed the other guy? Strange.

Leaning her head back against the wall, she closed her eyes, thankful no one was bothering her too much. Oops! She spoke too soon...

Her eyes popped open as she stared at Clark like he had three heads. Her eyes wondered about the shed for a few moments searching for where the parchment could have gone with the Wystan fiasco. Finally she spotted it nearby the table, on the floor... "Er they're on the floor there. By your foot," she told him, wishing not to move from that spot just yet.

And the sly smile came across his face as he patted his back pockets for a moment. "Wallets ready, mate," he spoke with his devilish grin. "Like wise and...we'll fill you in on the missing pieces to the puzzle later. You've been away for too long."

He then turned his attention towards the photo that Constantine shoved in his direction. Well, this was certainly a surprise by all means and he didn't know the boy could be so...demanding at times. "Well, when you've got'ta go, you've got'ta go. Nice picture by the way." Oh that devilish grin was one that could never hide it's face around anyone.

He then looked to the 'little ones' that were still within earshot and quickly lowered his voice, but that was after the fact that he had already spoken his words.