"Wow. That's really horrible that he made you do that," she said, shaking her head in disgust. She was surprised he was telling her that information. It must have been really embarrassing for him. She really felt sorry for him that the professor had made him do that. She almost wanted to reach over and hug him again, but she refrained.

"The ministry lessons aren't the greatest over at our school either," she explained. "Would you believe I have to rewrite a muggle song and dedicate it to Clara Belle? Not only that, the professor is going to pick one of us to go SING our song to both Clara Belle and her new new husband - the minister!

"Going curly with my hair?" she asked, remembering he'd never known her when she didn't straighten her hair. "Oh, Cale! You weren't here during my first and second years! I straighten my hair! It's full of curls!" she explained. "Look, I have a picture." She pulled out a picture of her very first year at Hogwarts, curls flowing in every direction down her back.

"Uhhhh, my horse's name," she said, leaning her head against the wall. "Okay, don't laugh. It's just, you've become such a good friend to me, I named him Newell." THAT was embarrassing....

"Yeah. He's a disgusting old man. He really is. I can't stand him," he groaned. He leaned back and accidently hit his head on the wall. "Owwwww," he muttered, chuckling a little at his own stupidity.

"That's better than sitting in a bowl of water," he replied with a grin. "Trust me, I'd take singing over that any day."

"I think you told me that once," he said as he took the picture of her and looked at little Anna with her curls. "Awwww, how cuttttteeeeeeee," he said, grinning at her playfully. "Look at wittle Anna with her wittle curls!"

He liked teasing her. A lot.

"Newell?" he asked. It must have been the bump on the head from the wall that made him momentarily miss the connection. "Ohhhhhhh," he said, raising his eyebrows at her in a playful way. Ok, he couldn't help himself. He burst into laughter, laughing so hard that his eyes began to water a little bit. "Ohmigosh, that's so...hilarious! I'm flattered, I really am," he told her, wiping the corners of his eyes. He didn't want her to feel bad. "That was really...sweet," he said, grinning at her. Would it be inappropriate to hug her right now?

Ehh, he'd risk it. He gave her a quick one armed squeeze to show his appreciation for the fact that she had named her horse after him. Could that really mean something more? Nah, it couldn't. There was no way.

"Ok, once Hogwarts is re-opened, I HAVE to see this horse. He's the best one of the bunch, right?" he asked with a wink.

Anna winced a little when Cale hit his head on the wall. "Cale, you've got dirt in your hair now," she said, reaching up and brushing a few specks of it out. "Are you okay?" She flashed him a little grin. She really loved that he was so clumsy. It made him so much more....lovable, if she did say so herself.

"Yeah, I guess the singing is a lot better than what you boys had to go through," she said, shaking her head again at the thought. "I'd definitely stay away from that man! Did anyone check his fingernails? I bet they weren't a pretty picture. Anyway, the whole lesson was unnecessary."

She giggled and yanked by her pictures as he made jokes about it. "Cale!" she shrieked, punching him on the arm playfully. "See if I ever show you one of my pictures again!" She was only joking, of course. She just liked to tease him about it.

"Don't laugh about my horse!" she exclaimed. "Newell and I got 10 points for volunteering to be the first flyers! Well, Newell didn't, but he sure helped our cause! See if I ever name any horses after YOU again, Mister Prefect!" She leaned in and hugged him back when he gave her the one arm hug. They were doing that a lot lately. Not that she was complaining, though. She was perfectly fine with it, thank you very much.

Cale felt himself tense up as she brushed a few pieces of dirt out of it. Ohmigosh, she was touching his hair! "Um, thanks for that," he muttered, blushing deeply. "I'm fine," he assured her, rubbing the back of his head.

"Yeah, the Arithemancy professor is the only teacher so far from the Ministry who has actually taught the subject. But he has terrible foot odor! This one Slytherin tried to get him to stand near me and stalled by asking a question, but it totally backfired on him and he lost himself some points," he explained with a grin. He felt somewhat proud of that. It didn't pay to be sneaky, did it?

"Owwww!" he exclaimed, rubbing his arm. "Anna, you punch hard!" he laughed. It was true. This was...what, the second time he had punched him and the second time it was going to leave a bruise?

"Ouch, that hurt," he said playfully, grabbing his heart with a grin. "And here I was expecting a whole herd of Newell's, and Markus' and Caleb's too!"

He blushed. Whoops. He hadn't told her his full name before. He looked at his hands and chuckled a little. Maybe she didn't notice his little slip. Or maybe she had already figured it out.

To his relief, she hugged him back, and he rested his head on her shoulder, for just a second before lifting it off and leaning back against the wall. And hitting his head. Again.

"Geez, what the heck?" he muttered, rubbing his head and glaring at the wall, like he suspected that it were responsible for his clumsiness today.

"Well, I'm glad you're okay then" she said. "We wouldn't want our star beater benched for tryouts tomorrow, would we?" She couldn't wait for tryouts tomorrow. She was excited for the game, sure, but she was really excited to practice with Cale and see how he played. She hoped they both made the team!

"Ewww! Foot odor!" she exclaimed, wrinkling her nose up a bit! What was up with the men professors? They all had some weird fetish or something. "I can't say we have any of that going on! Our ministry professors just like to sing...and eat cookies...and giggle," she explained. "I'm proud of you for helping the snake to lose points!"

"Sorry!" she exclaimed, as she looked down at the spot she'd just punched. Without thinking, she kissed the palm of her hand, then touched her palm to his arm. "There. I kissed it and made it all better!" she giggled. She couldn't believe she'd just done that. She wondered how long he would sit there before he got up and made a run for it.

Then, unless he was seriously delusional and dreaming it, he laid his head on her shoulder for just a moment. It made her realize more and more that she really liked this boy, and she could never have him. All too soon, the moment was gone.

She sighed and threw her head back, accidentally banging it against the same wall Cale had just hit...again. "Ow! Caleb Markus Newell!" she exclaimed. "I can't believe I just did that!" And, hey, she really liked his full name...

"Nope. Although the way things are going I might just give myself a concussion," he muttered, looking at the wall again. Huh. He was being extra clumsy today. Or just extra stupid, one of the two.

"Eww, Borr eats cookies too! But they just made everyone in the class have...well, I'm not going to go into details. It was gross, and that is all I'm gonna say. Luckily I didn't eat my cookie," he said with a wink. He didn't want her to think anything gross had happened to him. "I swear, it was a nightmare in that classroom!"

His heart stopped a bit as she kissed her palm and then pressed her palm to his arm. Ohmigosh, she was trying to kill him. Literally just make him have a heart attack. ARG! He couldn't take this. The tension was driving him mad. All he wanted to do was jump up and yell Anna! I like you, ok? Not Cora, YOU!

But he couldn't. She'd think he was a loony and run screaming from the shed.

"Um, thanks. It...feels a lot better," he said with a chuckle as his face flushed again. Well, if he couldn't find the words, his cheeks were going to be a dead giveaway one of these days.

"Hey! It's Cale," he chuckled, sticking his tongue out at her. "Caleb is just...weird."

Anna nodded as Cale explained about what happened in Borr's class. Then he got to the part about the class...well, yeah...and Anna started giggling. That was definitely one time when she was glad she went to another school. She couldn't imagine being stuck in a room with all that going on.

"Maybe the cookies are from Professor Melita...?" she said, thinking it over. "She makes them all the time. She was passing them out in class the other day, but it was when I was technically still a little bit afraid of the ministry professors, so I didn't take one. Now I know for sure NEVER to take them!"

"Cale...Caleb, one little letter doesn't make a difference, does it now, Mister Prefect?" she asked, teasing him. "I'm just kissing - KIDDING - Cale." She stopped rambling on and on for a bit and just let what she'd just said sink in. She was surely a blabbermouth if she did say so herself. It was a wonder he was even still here sitting with her after the palm episode, and now this.

"Have you heard why Hogwarts was closed to us?" she asked. "I was really looking forward to going there to see, well...all my friends, you know," she said. She'd almost said "Going down there to see YOU!" She was really losing all ability to keep her little secret safe.

"I wouldn't be surprised. But yeah, never take the cookies. Or if you do, pocket it and chuck it in the bin the first second you get," he said with a grin. Ewww, his stomach hurt just thinking of it. There was no way he was ever going to each anything offered by a Ministry professor. Never.

Cale chuckled along with her as she teased him about his name, when he swore he heard her say kissing. He stopped abruptly, hoping that it wasn't too obvious why he had stopped laughing. He resumed his laughter weakly, thinking to himself. Ok, she had seriously said kissing. He wasn't deaf. He had very good hearing. She had said kissing. Which meant...that was she was thinking about kissing. Kissing him? Or kissing someone else?

Kissing was starting to sound weird in his head. He pushed his thoughts to the side, ignoring it for now.

"No, I haven't. I'm kind of disappointed...Coopers isn't a school. It's a prison," he muttered.

"Maybe we'll get to go to Hogsmeade tomorrow," she replied. "Probably not, though. If they didn't let us go today, we probably won't get lucky tomorrow. I was really looking forward to hanging out with someone outside of this prison for a while, you know."

"So, how are things really going with you?" she asked, turning the conversation a little more serious. "The last time I saw, you were bummed out about the letter from your mom and from...other things, too. How are you doing?" She'd opted to say "other things" instead of "a disagreement with Cora." Bringing up her name just didn't seem like the right thing to do right now. Cale had seemed really upset about something dealing with her, and Anna thought it may make him more upset to hear her name.

"Well, I've accepted the whole thing with my mum, I mean, I've always like Aaron so it's cool. It's his daughter I'm going to have problems with. Do you know Ezra Greenboat? I think she's a year younger than you...anyways, if you don't know her, thank Merlin. Because she is the worst little demon child I've ever met in my life," he explained quickly. He chuckled. It was unbelievable how much of a brat that little girl was.

Oh, she had brought up Cora. Just like he had hoped she wouldn't. "Well, I figured that...well, I have to take care of that at Hogsmeade, and soon," he said, running a hand through his hair and sighing deeply. "I'm kind of dreading it, actually."

He sighed and looked down at his watch. OHMIGOSH! Where had the time gone? "Ohmigosh!" he cried, jumping up so fast it made him a little dizzy. "We have 10 minutes till curfew sets in. Merlin, I'm going to have to run to make it back," he muttered. "Well, um, I guess I'll see you tomorrow, then," he said quickly, giving her a hug goodbye. "See you at tryouts!" he called.

Then he hurried toward the door, paused at the door to wave goodbye, and then rushed back towards Coopers.

"Wait! What?" she asked, jumping up from the ground, picking up her broom, and running out the door after him. "Bye, Cale! See you later!"

With that, she turned in the opposite direction and ran with all her might back to school.

What was it with Boys and their brooms? It was like they almost worshipped them. They won't care if they were incredilbly filthy, well not that Shel was always afilthy, He was infact a VERY clean person but in gerneral like Sarah's own doofus cousin- He's almost throw a fit if his broom was not in good shape.

Wierd. But Boys were in many ways very, very not-normal. Hehe.

Sarah snorted when He said his broom was afraid of her- but had to roll her eyes when he commented on her teeth. You really couldn't win when you were talking with Shel- Sarah was used to it. "Well tell Your broom that am not planning to ride it any way, not even if the Minister comes down and offers me his baby teeth,"

There.

Sarah smiled when He told her that His Mum was happy- Sarah liked His Mum alot. She fascinated her a lot and clearly she was the one person that Shel couldn't really get to with his words. "Oh." That was all that came out as a comment when He mentioned the bracelet. Sarah knew all about his sister- well parts of it, Shel had told her about it in her second year and it had been very clear How close He was with his sister.

She really didn't know what to say, she wanted to comfort him but in no way she really knew How He would be comforted. It was just seemed so personal. After a few moments as she watched him polishing his broom stick- Sarah spoke:

"So, Evavgeline is back . . ." That still made Sarah grin, days were better now- seeing as her bestfriend was back at school.

Vindictus was whistling on his way into the Broomshed and was surprised to hear female voices. The door creaked open and his shed was a mess. "What has been going on in here? Can't anyone put things back where they belong?" he bellowed and a few of the old brooms hanging from the rafters shuddered, and a rain of dust showered down upon everyone.

"And girls - get out! This is my classroom and I'm holding a class." The normally jovial Flying professor was a bit irritated - he left his beloved shed sparkling clean and in order. Now it was a disorganized mess. "Mark my words - your female Flying instructor person will get word of this."

His chalkboard had been written on by various students who were leaving messages and he abruptly used a spell to wipe it clean. With another flick of his wand, words appeared - FLYING, LESSON #2: BROOMSTICK CARE.

Now all he had to do was wait for the boys to appear and the girls to leave.

Austin entered the rather dusty broomshed, and was rather surprised that there were a couple of girls chatting away. With a nod of acknowledgment to the Professor, He stood next to the wall waiting for the lesson to begin.

Cale entered the broomshed just as he heard the professor yell at some female girls, telling them to leave. Oh well, they were supposed to have a lesson here. Going over to the nearest wall, he sat down against it, waiting patiently for class to begin.

Woohoo! Another flying lesson! Clifford didn't care if they didn't get to fly, he missed being around broomsticks. Was he weird? Probably. But he didn't care. He recognised the Gryffindor Prefect and gave him a polite nod before taking a seat and waiting for class to begin.

The Gryffindor girl was still in the shed chatting up one of the boys. "Do you not understand me? No girls allowed!" Vindictus grumbled something else under his breath. "Where are my crates of polish . . . and rags . . . and what in Merlin's name have you kids done to my shed!"

A vein throbbed on his temples as he looked for the materials he needed for class. "Only the Captains were to be in here . . . and now its a disaster . . . need to use my security orbs to see who's to blame and take away points."

He suddenly stopped on his verbal tirade and looked at the students who arrived for the lesson. "Grab an old school broom - they used to be propped neatly against the east wall." Vindictus pointed to the messy pile of brooms on the floor near the center of the room.

Cale grabbed one of the brooms, thanking Merlin that he and Anna had put their things away after each visit. Not that they really took anything out the last time. They had just kind of chatted--holding their broomsticks. After selecting a broom, he walked back over to the professor and leaned against the wall, waiting for him to continue.

Another embarrassing moment of life at Hogwarts. Bleeeeh. Fine. Fine- She was leeaaaving. "Sorry Professor," There polite way to end it- and well anyway if she knew They had flying Classes in broomshed's- She would've styaed miles away from the place.

Another apologetic look at the Professor and Sarah was out.

Eeeesh. It seemed Professor Vindictus wasn't in the bestest of moods today, and Clifford shuffled nervously in his seat. Angry Professors were frightening!

No breadmallow today it seemed. Sigh. Doing what he was told, Clifford found himself one of the old school brooms amongst the mess. "Do you need any help cleaning up around here, Sir?" He asked timidly, vaguely aware of Sarah leaving. Cleaning the broomshed, it was like a dream come true.

Uh oh.....Vindy was there and he didn't look to happy. Punz rolled her eyes at Amelia and nodded to the professor.

"Sorry sir, I was just getting my broom in shape....and I'll be going now." She quickly leaned her Nimbus back against the wall and hastily threw her servicing kit into her bag. Then she was gone. Good luck to those boys.

Vindictus dismissed the girl with a wave of his hand and his eyes were still taking in the disaster of the shed. But there was something written in gold and red ink on the corner of his bulletin board. He moved closer and shook his head. "Who wrote 'I <3 Cale' on the corner of my bulletin board using gold and red ink?"

Oh. My. Merlin.

Cale wanted to melt into a puddle and just wash himself away. Someone had seriously wrote that? Feeling his cheeks heat up in embarrassment, he quietly creeped towards the board to read it. Oh yes, someone had definitely scratched his name in the board with gold and red ink.

Could it have been her? No, there was no way. She didn't like him...right?

"I honestly have no idea professor," he told him, turning so red he was certain someone could fry an egg on his face. "But I'm guessing a...girl?"

"About you," Vindictus answered since he knew there were two Cale's in the school but they were in opposite Houses. "Tell your girlfriend to write bits like that on her own parchment and not school property." Now if it was in the Unused Locker Room, then he wouldn't be upset.

"Lads, see if you can find a box that has the clean rags - the crate used to be under the table but it's clearly been moved."

"Um...ok," Cale answered, looking at his feet. He had no idea what to tell the professor. Well, I honestly have no idea who wrote it? The professor hadn't been there at Diagon Alley when all the--girls had attacked.

Of course, he had a very small feeling he knew who had written it--and they'd have to have a LONG talk later.

Cale searched around for the box of rags, and found a few clean rags hiding under the polish bottles. He checked them to make sure they really were clean, then told the professor, "I found a few over here, but not the whole crate."