Emily frowned at the boy. "What do you suggest I say then?" She rolled her eyes. No one ever told her that the students at Hogwarts could be downright gits.

"Watson that doesn`t sound like your real name its a second name" he said then he said "There is no need to make the girl feel shame so early shes only a first year shes not going to ruin Ravenclaws name well I hope not"
"Yes its ok Nia no one expects you to be reading all the time but don`t just stick to the assigned books read a few others when you get time." he said "All the time we learn things like now whe learn`t that this boy likes being called Watson just talk to people observe people read things examine things explore and you`ll be living up to our name these are all types of learning"
Barry smiled at Cela and nodded in acknowlagement he couldn`t talk to her now

Ah, now it was starting to get interesting. Samson could swear he could see the girl doubting herself now. Good, good. He held back another chuckle at that.

"Text book, schmext book," he remarked, waving his hand in the air in dismissal of the thought. "You shouldn't believe everything you read, you know. It's always best to get a first-hand look at things. Take the Giant Squid down at the Black Lake for example. You won't really be able to get the estimated number of suction cups it has in each tentacle unless you cut one off and count it for yourself. And you don't even need to worry about upsetting the balance or whatever, because as far as I know, that Squid grows another tentacle 10 seconds after the last one dies." He really did not know what he was talking about himself, but that didn't matter. As long as the girl believed him (maybe even enough to try it herself!), it would be hilarious.

Then she decided to be all spunky one second, and buddy-buddy the next. First years got weirder and weirder every term passing. "See, that's the problem with you people. You let your competitve nature get the better of you." Look who's talking, indeed! "That's why we don't get a chance at winning the Cup. All you guys concentrate on is study, study, study, to win the cup at the end of the year. Then you won't get to enjoy the school year, and the points will not be worth it. Aaaand, it's so much better to earn points when you're having fun, not tied up and all stressed." That was his rather insightful viewpoint. Truth be told, it wasn't every day Samson was like this. He just felt like it was time to make changes. Slight changes, of course. He wouldn't give up pranks, torments, teasing, and Gavin for anything. Heh. This also was the time he talked. A lot. And he hadn't even had a single dose of sugar anything in the past 24 hours!

"Just... really watch yourself, girl. Funny things happen around Hogwarts. Fuuunny things," he repeated, sending a wink her way. He would not, of course, tell her that sometimes he and his best friend were part of the mayhem. Oh. Speaking of mayhem. Character switch time! "I mean, look at you. Just now you are talking of nonsense and betting and other such immoralities that would surely taint your good name and the good name of dearest Rowena Ravenclaw. For shame!" He yelped, rising from his chair and pointing at the girl as though she were a traitor. "Betting is immoral, and I shall have to report you to the Headmistress come morning. May Merlin have mercy on you," he said as his voice got lower and is eyes squinted into little slits.

Change. And this time he donned a thick British accent, totally contrasting his previous American-English accent.

"And yes, you may call me Watson, dear lady. I shan't deprive you of the decision to not believe my name is truly that, but I suggest you make use of that, for I fear you may only be embarrased if you used any other." He nodded at her, as Sherlock Holmes' sidekick would, and sat closer to her. "And you, my lady, are?"

So Gavin's flirtacious nature was rubbing off on him, too? Eugh. Samson decided that, after this little quip, he'd be more careful of the changes he made in his life.

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Emily frowned at the boy. "What do you suggest I say then?" She rolled her eyes. No one ever told her that the students at Hogwarts could be downright gits.

And even before he could wait for an answer from the other girl, someone else spoke. Ugh. It was one of those girls who thought they were better than everyone else, and that being angsty was the solution.

It was a really, really big turn-off.

...

AND SINCE WHEN DID SAMSON CARSWELL CARE ABOUT WHAT TURNED HIM ON?

He held back a shudder at the thought, and tried to shove them out of his head. Eh. Gross. Still, he wanted to make a come-back.

"I suggest you just keep your mouth closed instead of repeating your words - excuse me, I mean, your only word - over, and over, and over again. In case you didn't know, there are other people in this room that would like to listen to something other than a broken record."

Yep, he still had it.

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"Watson that doesn`t sound like your real name its a second name" he said then he said "There is no need to make the girl feel shame so early shes only a first year shes not going to ruin Ravenclaws name well I hope not"

"Yes its ok Nia no one expects you to be reading all the time but don`t just stick to the assigned books read a few others when you get time." he said "All the time we learn things like now whe learn`t that this boy likes being called Watson just talk to people observe people read things examine things explore and you`ll be living up to our name these are all types of learning."

And still, the Barry guy creeped him out. It was like he was this too-spontaneous-for-his-own-good kind of guy.

"Yeah? Well, like I told little miss skeptical over here," he started, pointing over to Nia, "The name's Watson, and if you wanna call me something else, I suggest you not do that, because I won't like it. And I can do what I like, thanks very much. Because last time I checked, this was a free country."

Oh. And he was a classic Ravenclaw know-it-all, too. How annoying. Or maybe Samson was just generally a bitter person.

Cela looked up with interest as an unusual argument erupted. A boy she hadn't met, who looked a fair bit older than she, was riling up a girl that Cela was sure was a first year, despite the fact that Celandine was smaller.

Why was it that every tall tale told to first years involved the squid? Will had tried something similar on her at the beginning of last term and she had played along for a moment or two. For funsies. And really why would anyone care how many suction pads were on each tentacle in the first place. She cocked her head; this Watson boy seemed to be debating for the sake of it but that was okay; he was pretty good at it.

Celandine opened her bag of chilli candies and popped one in her mouth thoughtfully as she listened further,

Well, last term they may have had the least housepoints, but Celandine herself had the most out of all the Ravenclaws; she'd had a whole bundle of fun doing it too even with the restrictions at Belles. It had been worth it. And she had gotten to skate around like a lunatic all the while. She found herself nodding toward the end of his comment even though Cela thought the ideas weren't mutually exclusive at all. The chilli candy was hot in her mouth and she continued to suck on it thoughtfully.

Cela stiffled a giggle at the performance, resisting the urge to break into applause. Whoever this boy was; he was an awesome actor. She popped another piece of candy in her mouth without even finishing the first and shook the bag idly.

As he lapsed into a character she recognised, Celandine did indeed emit a small giggle. This boy needed a stage! And...makeup! And....stadium seating!

And then he changed again, despite the fact that he was being quite rude to the girl, Cela found herself nodding enthusiastically in agreement, mouth full of extremely hot chilli candies. She would rather listen to the ranting of this Watson dude than a broken record any day.

Cela had to physically hold herself back from offering a standing ovation, she popped another hot candy into her mouth, enjoying herself immensely.

Antwone stepped through the wood door into the common room to find an argument between a few Ravenclaws. He could only tell that he came into the argument very late and he knew he wouldn't be able to take sides.

"What's the meaning of this really?"

Samson had just about had enough from this boring and annoying bunch, when someone suddenly started giggling and nodding behind him. He could feel someone was watching him. And there she was, a bag of strange looking candies in her hand.

He cocked an eyebrow, and relaxed his shoulders a bit. "Huh. Don't you seem ecstatic? Geez. If I keep this up, it looks like you'll be at the edge of your seat in no time," he mused, sniggering at the thought.

It had been a while since he had had a fangirl. Come to think of it, since he came to Hogwarts, he had partially, if almost completely, escaped the madness. Yes, yes, normally he detested them and wished they would leave him alone and close down whatever fanclubs they've made for him, but it had been at least 4 years since he last had a fangirl encounter who worshiped his devastatingly good looks and the ground he walked on.

Not that he was asking for another one. No. That would not be very Samson-like. It was just that it was a weird feeling. Blah.

Then someone else entered. Oh, this guy he recognized. He and Gavin had messed with him last year, and it was truly fun. He wanted to bring that back. He walked over to the boy and slung an arm over his shoulder. "They diddit, mate. Sick 'em, c'mon! They're gettin' away! Don' lettem get 'way! They started the 'oooole thing, and I - I 'ad abs'lutely nuttin' t' do withem." He swayed slightly, and supported himself against the guy. This was the first time he had acted like a crazy, drunk hobo. It was actually fun. And it would be double the fun if the guy was creeped out. Heh.

"No idea." Celandine offered, through giggles and a mouthful of candy, "Debating club?" she offered, swallowing a mouthful and scrabbling in the bag for a few more.

"You should sell tickets or something." Celandine agreed, tossing another chilli candy in the air and catching it with a flick of her tongue. She looked at him with her eyes wide and serious, "Oh I'm always kind of on the edge of my seat." luckily the chilli candies were sugar free or she'd be turning the common room into a skating rink like she had at Belle's last term.

"Candy?" Cela offered, an innocent expression on her face as she held out the seemingly harmless bag of candy that she had so obviously been enjoying. Most people found them so hot they practically breathed fire and had steam shoot out their ears.

Her eyes widened as he put on another show, this time reminding her of her brothers when they came home after being out 'studying' all night.

"How many people you got in there?" she asked curiously, tipping her head.

"That energy should be put into dueling club ..." Antwone said below his breath, thinking something over. He scratched the back of his scruffy hair when he noticed the bag the younger Ravenclaw was holding. "What's that you got there? Muggle or Wizard made?"

But then a guy Antwone did not know at all slung his arm around him and started spouting off words he could not understand.

"Sorry mate, I don't know you ..." Antwone said shaking his arm off his shoulder. "Just be sure to play nice alright ..."

"Dueling?" Cela asked around her candy, she had thought she had hear him say that, "But if you are a good enough debater you will never need to duel. Words are the best weapon, though a wand does come a close second." Celandine admitted, idly stroking her pocket to check hers was still in attendance.

"Oh, it's a bit of both." Cela smiled brightly at the older boy, "Candy. Really yummy." to demonstrate she tossed another in the air, catching it just as easily as the first. She eyed the Watson boy- whatever he was called before angling the bag so either of them could reach in and grab one if they liked to risk one try one. She sucked on the candy happily.

Antwone turned his attention back to the girl.

"I would say I agree with you to a point," he drew his wand and pointed it, seemingly at the girl. "Next Sunday come to the first meeting of Dueling Club and perhaps I can persuade you on the importance of knowing how to duel."

With a flick of his wand, Antwone levitated a few candies from the girl's bag and directed them to the palm of his hand.

"The meeting will take place in the Room of Requirement. Problem is, I'm not exactly sure where it is. I tried looking for it on my way up here but I still haven't found the place. If you are interested in coming though there is a poster on the announcement board." He pointed towards the board standing next to the entrance of the common room. "Be sure to tell your friends as well."

Nia tilted her head thoughtfully. She would not let this guy get to her. Just because she was a first year, it didn't mean she was stupid. Though this guy evidently though she was. Gah. Were all guys out there to be annoying? Theo certainly went out of his way to frustrate her, and it seemed this boy was too. Even Elan had managed it with keep laughing at her in the Leaky Cauldron.

"I don't believe everything I read," she said with smile. Else I'd think all boys were like Prince Charmng, which they're definitely not she added mentally with a smirk. "As for the giant squid, didn't you just say 'as far as you know another tentacle grows ten seconds afterwards? Doesn't that mean you're not certain and therefore not seen it yourself?" Ah yes, Nia was sure she was onto something good here. She might be young, but she was well read beyond her years, and she knew it. She smiled. "Perhaps then you'd like to show me the correct method for examining a Giant Squid sometime, so you can be certain on the time it takes, and teach me a few things at the same time? I can provide the stopwatch."

"You people? What others are there?" She looked about her, wondering if Barry was being classified into the same group as her. "And what's wrong with competitiveness? You don't win anything without that. My Daddy said so. He played Quidditch for the Ballycastle Bats." She smiled. "Don't you studying is fun? I do. I love to learn new things." It was true, she did. Usually to show off her knowledge, but here it had the added bonus of points as well. Why else would she have been sorted into Ravenclaw?

"Funnier things than moving staircases and disappearing steps?" Nia smiled, proud she hadn't been caught out by either of those yet. And then the guy winked at her. She looked slightly taken aback, before giggling. That guy was funny. "Hang on," she said slowly. "Would these funny things be to do with the castle...or other means?"

And then he completely changed. Ah, if she managed to get past the 'stupid first year stage' with this guy, she reckoned he could be quite a good laugh. Someone who'd definitely ensure she wouldn't get stressed. She couldn't help but giggle at his new 'character' as it were, and getting into the scene feigned shock and then the said shame. She looked worried, and blinked her eyes repeatedly.

"The headmistress?" she said pathetically, as part of her 'weaker' character. She couldn't take him seriously in that voice to actually believe him, so instead she mocked a faint mixed with a damsel in distress on the seat beside him. If he was having fun, Nia was so going to join in.

Wow, another change in character? Nia sat up, smiling. Her association with Sherlock Holmes was correct by the sounds of his strong accent. "Ah, but my dear sir, that is understandable, I would not which to embarrass either myself, or indeed for that matter, you." She smiled, enjoying speaking with a slightly posh accent. Her cheeks flushed slightly at being called 'my lady'. She didn't why, they just did.

"I would be Miss Newtington, Mister Watson. Nia if you so wish."

She dropped her character, and grinned at the next guy that came in. And the girl who was giggling. This is was fun...so much better than acting out Toy Story with her brother. Not that she understood Watson's words to the other guy. Oh well, you couldn't have everything.

Unconcerned by the wand pointed at her,Celandine shrugged. She was happy enough to go along although her brother was the dueler and not she. Even if his methods were often...unorthodox. She watched with an innocent expression on her face as he levitated some candy and nodded sagely as he mentioned the Room of Requirement- she'd had to find that out when she found out that Barry was to have his party there. "Its on this floor if that helps." Celandine smiled; she wasn't going to give it away since it was more fun to find it on your own.

"I will tell them." Cela watched out of the corner of her eye- waiting to see if he ate the candy or not. She put another in her mouth and sucked on it gently, making little noises of contentment to further the impression that they were the yummiest things ever. Which to Cela they actually were.
"I'm Celandine Toussaint by the way. But call me Cela." she absently coiled a strand of hair around her wand, still watching for candy awesomeness.

Overhearing the responses the other girl gave Cela turned back in that direction; her mind slipping into daydream form at the mention of the moving staircase; it was another thing on her list. Skating from the top to the bottom in one go with perfect timing on her glisseo shoesies.
She'd need to observe them first to try to figure a pattern out.

Cela idly scooted one foot back and forward; allowing it to stick and slide alternately as she considered it.

Celandine shot a grin at the girl who had just introduced herself to Watsonboy.
"Hi Nia."

Samson put a hand to his chin and started stroking lightly.

"Hmm, I like the way you think, candy girl," he said, grinning at her. Come to think of it, he and Gavin had such talent, not only with Sherlock and Watson, but with a eckload of other impersonations and stuff. They could really make a fortune out of their talent, considering that pranks were a part of their every day routine.

Then the girl offered him candy and his smile faltered slightly. He eyed the bag cautiously, and grimaced. "Eh. No thanks, candy girl. Sugar makes me high, and I don't like myself when I'm high," he relayed, wrinkling his nose slightly at the horrifying thought.

At the girl's last question, a corner of Sam's lip upturned once more, if only slightly. He stepped one big step in front of her, and grinned exaggeratedly wide. "I'VE GOT A TON," he started in a loud voice, "of people in here," he continued in a whisper as he pointed to himself. "I've got Americans, Brits, Russians, Chinese, Japanese, and whatever foreignese you can think of," he then spoke in a quick manner, effectively incorporating the proper accent as he spoke the country. "And if thou shalt be willing to see them," - he knelt down in front of her in a Romeo-ish way, then jumped to his feet. "I'd be more than happy t', lil' lady." And he finished in a rodeo-ish accent, tipping forward a pretend hat.

No joke, doing these things were exhausting! Perhaps he should get paid.

Samson was not surprised that the guy was immediately forgetful. Oh well. It wasn't like he couldn't renew the image.

He stepped in front of the guy, gripped him by the shoulders, and looked at him with wide, frantic eyes. "Johnny? Johnny?! Why don't you remember me, Johnny?! Oh geez, what've they done to you? Oh no. Oh no! We were too late, weren't we? Weren't we, Johnny?! They took your brains out!"

One of his favorites, surely, was the calling other people random names and introducing himself as someone else.

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Nia tilted her head thoughtfully. She would not let this guy get to her. Just because she was a first year, it didn't mean she was stupid. Though this guy evidently though she was. Gah. Were all guys out there to be annoying? Theo certainly went out of his way to frustrate her, and it seemed this boy was too. Even Elan had managed it with keep laughing at her in the Leaky Cauldron.

"I don't believe everything I read," she said with smile. Else I'd think all boys were like Prince Charmng, which they're definitely not she added mentally with a smirk. "As for the giant squid, didn't you just say 'as far as you know another tentacle grows ten seconds afterwards? Doesn't that mean you're not certain and therefore not seen it yourself?" Ah yes, Nia was sure she was onto something good here. She might be young, but she was well read beyond her years, and she knew it. She smiled. "Perhaps then you'd like to show me the correct method for examining a Giant Squid sometime, so you can be certain on the time it takes, and teach me a few things at the same time? I can provide the stopwatch."

"You people? What others are there?" She looked about her, wondering if Barry was being classified into the same group as her. "And what's wrong with competitiveness? You don't win anything without that. My Daddy said so. He played Quidditch for the Ballycastle Bats." She smiled. "Don't you studying is fun? I do. I love to learn new things." It was true, she did. Usually to show off her knowledge, but here it had the added bonus of points as well. Why else would she have been sorted into Ravenclaw?

"Funnier things than moving staircases and disappearing steps?" Nia smiled, proud she hadn't been caught out by either of those yet. And then the guy winked at her. She looked slightly taken aback, before giggling. That guy was funny. "Hang on," she said slowly. "Would these funny things be to do with the castle...or other means?"

"Yeah, yeah. I'm sure you don't," Samson said with sarcasm, waving his hand in the air once more. He evidently had no intention of believing her. "And as for the Giant Squid, I have seen it for myself, thanks very much. For the 4 years I've been here, I've surely seen it. And I have seen a cut-off tentacle, too. You should try exploring Hogwarts more. Like, the grounds and all the floors and stuff." He didn't like to elaborate. He was getting bored and lazy with all this explaining. And besides, the girl was another classic know-it-all, using words that first years weren't supposed to use yet.

It reminded him of Issy. And then he couldn't help but steal a glance at the girl. She had been particularly quiet.

Anyway, the only thing that gave him humor at the moment was the mental image of the girl's horrified face if she ever stepped onto a moving staircase with the trick step with no one around to help her. That would be priceless, and Samson was so going to be there.

"And, well, I'm not exactly going to say anything, but Hogwarts is truly a funny place to be. Weird, and screwy, and all that strange stuff, y'know."

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And then he completely changed. Ah, if she managed to get past the 'stupid first year stage' with this guy, she reckoned he could be quite a good laugh. Someone who'd definitely ensure she wouldn't get stressed. She couldn't help but giggle at his new 'character' as it were, and getting into the scene feigned shock and then the said shame. She looked worried, and blinked her eyes repeatedly.

"The headmistress?" she said pathetically, as part of her 'weaker' character. She couldn't take him seriously in that voice to actually believe him, so instead she mocked a faint mixed with a damsel in distress on the seat beside him. If he was having fun, Nia was so going to join in.

Aww. No. Samson wasn't that bad, to actually mean to tell on her. Besides, he was the trouble-maker and prankster wasn't he? Why would someone like that tell on someone innocent?

Oh. That's right. Because he wouldn't tell, but he'd let the girl believe he was going to. Heh.

"Yes, the headmistress," he mimicked the girl's voice, coupled with a pathetic impression of batting eyelashes. He never was good at that. It was so... girly. "So you behave, or else I will send you up to your room!"

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Wow, another change in character? Nia sat up, smiling. Her association with Sherlock Holmes was correct by the sounds of his strong accent. "Ah, but my dear sir, that is understandable, I would not which to embarrass either myself, or indeed for that matter, you." She smiled, enjoying speaking with a slightly posh accent. Her cheeks flushed slightly at being called 'my lady'. She didn't why, they just did.

"I would be Miss Newtington, Mister Watson. Nia if you so wish."

She dropped her character, and grinned at the next guy that came in. And the girl who was giggling. This is was fun...so much better than acting out Toy Story with her brother. Not that she understood Watson's words to the other guy. Oh well, you couldn't have everything.

And finally the girl's name. Nia, was it? Nia was a know-it-all, for sure. One of the true blue Ravenclaws, who looked at themselves as smart, and lived and breathed books and education. Of course, he was an alright fan of reading, but the books he read weren't the ones required for school. Fiction was more of his forte, and since Hogwarts didn't have that subject, he didn't entirely bother anymore.

"Pleasure, Miss Nia Newtington," he said in is Watson-voice.

He had to resist the urge to take her hand and, ugh, kiss it.

Watson was channeling into him too well.

"Name's Antwone Thomas, nice to meet you Cela," Antwone shook her had as he placed the candy into his mouth. He sucked on it cautiously, soon discovering that the taste wasn't as bad as he thought. In fact, it was rather pleasant.

After his introduction the crazed boy jumped in front of him, addressing Antwone by a name that was not his.

"How hard has this guy hit the butterbeer?" he thumbed his way towards fourth year Ravenclaw, giving Cela a wide grin, the three scars across his face raising up with his cheeks. "Listen mate, I've never seen you before. Blimey."

Nia smiled at Cela. "Heya," she replied with a smile, though distracted by Watson. It appeared he did other impressions too. She grinned. He was good, and now he didn't seem quite so pointed with her, she could enjoy them more.

The last one though, to the new boy into the room, was a bit scary. She frowned. "That's what butterbeer does to you?" she asked wearily. It'd never done that to her in the past.

"I like the way I think too." Celandine agreed, seriously, blinking a bit at his grin and returning it after a moment or two.

"Ohh me too!" Celandine agreed, "Sugar makes me do...well...anything really! These are sugar free though!" Celandine was particularly glad of that fact since she'd eaten half a bag in only a few minutes.

Cela blinked as Watsonboy spoke as if he'd used the sonorous charm, but he hadn't had he? Her eyes watched him and quirked wider at each change of accent and she stepped backward, ending up half seated on the arm of a chair. Her head dropped down then up like she was watching a vertical tennis match as he dropped to his knees then stood up again. He was almost as tall as her brother! She attempted to stand up again but put a little too much pressure on the glisseo'd part of her shoes, immediately slipping backward into the chair with her legs hanging over the arm and her feet kicking up crazily.

From her new position Cela erupted into a fit of giggles, "Oh yeah! I want to see all of them! Any time you care to share!" She distracted herself staring up at the ceiling; woooo she could totally see a swirly patterny bit that looked like a pirate if she squinted just right.

She turned her head suddenly and stared as Watsonboy started shaking the dueling dude and calling him Johnny. He totally didn't look like a Johnny!

And he wasn't!

Cela flipped herself over and did a little roll off of the chair, landing on her feet and only sliding a tiny bit before getting the grippy part working and straightening up to her full height of a smidge over 5 foot.

Her eyes widened in delight as he actually enjoyed the candy! That never happened! She darted forward and randomly gave Antwone a hug before darting back and grinning around at all the people.

"If you want more just let me know; they are a little addictive." Cela beamed at Antwone, she noted his scars but instead of drawing attention to them she briefly pulled her sleeve back so the shiny silver scar on her hand from fingertip to wrist was visible for a second before she let her sleeve drop.

"Nope but firewhiskey does." Celandine informed Nia, "to boys anyways." she was pretty sure that when she was old enough for such things she's not be so effected.

"Not for a wizard, but for a house-elf, certainly."

"Certainly, bring some the meeting why don't you?" Antwone winked as he stifled a yawn. "Merlin's beard ... it's late, I should be heading off. I want to wake early. There might be a pop quiz in Transfiguration tomorrow and with my O.W.L.s coming up ..." Antwone shook his head, stepping up the staircase to the boy's dormitory. "I'll see you round Cela."

Samson then blinked seriously at the guy.

Then he backed away slowly, his arms flailing behind him as if reaching for something.

"S-s-someone... help," he muttered in a low voice, his eyes darting to the candy girl and Nia. "A stranger's talking to me. Oh nooo. Mom told me to never talk to strangers! And this guy's offering me butterbeer! Now I've disobeyed! I'm a bad, bad, bad child!" he said loudly, running behind Nia and Candy girl, and hiding behin whoever was taller, to no avail, of course. Just one of the quirks of being too tall for your age.

How he enjoyed this charade. He wished Gavin was around.

Samson shifted from behind the girls so he could look at Nia with his eyebrow raised. "What? Butterbeer is my comfort drink. It doesn't get me drunk. It relaxes me."

Hmm. Perhaps he was being a bit too wild for his usual preference. Ugh

Candy girl really was, for the longest time, the best audience Samson had ever had. And she was only one person! Yeah, this girl had potential. He would have to bring this up to Gavin as soon as they were able to talk.

She was giggling and rolling all over the place like it was her business. He could not help but chuckle a little bit at that.

"Well, then, remind me to take in a lot of sugar before I meet with you again, so I can show you every side of me," he joked, shaking his head. "But as for now, you guys have exhausted me." Then he plopped back down on the chair he was previously sitting on, and tilted his head backwards.

Phew.

"You've seen the squid?" Nia's eyes widened, forgetting about everything else. She'd been down to the Lake the previous day to try and spot it, but so far hadn't had any luck. "And a cut off tentacle? Wow..." The groundskeeper had said she might see a tentacle if she was lucky, but to see that. Whoa. "What colour is he, the squid I mean?"


Nia giggled at his impression of her voice. The batting of his eyelashes was not good though. He could do with some practice on that front. "You wouldn't..." Nia said with a smirk. "And you could send me up to room...but what then?" She raised an eyebrow.

"The same to you," Nia said with a small polite bow of her head. She was sure she could learn some stuff from this guy.

"Only to boys?" She sniggered. Her father sometimes had a small glass after work, but she'd never seen any weird adverse affects. Maybe that was because he was big and tall.

"Butterbeer affects house elves? Wow, I didn't know that." She smiled. "Out of interest, can you go to the kitchens and meet the ones here?"

She couldn't help but giggle as the next scene unfolded. This was absolute madness. Like someone keep switching the television channel. Nia's gaze followed Watson around the room, to behind her, where he blatently wasn't hidden. She was tall for her age, but that was all. Not as tall as him. Was activity in the Common Room always this cool? This was awesome!

"Comfort drink...I guess the butteriness could be called that." She laughed. "Relaxes you?" She mirrored his raised eyebrow. "Of course it does..." she said with a knowing nod.

And soon enough, he was back in his seat, head back, looking like he was about to fall asleep. Had he really expended that much energy? Ah well.

"Sure thing Antwone!" Celandine responded with a grin, once again twirling a strand of her hair around her wand. "Bye!"

He was like Ravenclaw Hardcore if he was all down with the studying when he could be having so much awesome fun down here.

Celandine twirled her wand and watched Watson boy continue being all entertaining-like. She let out a little eep as he darted behind her and Nia and attempted to turn around to figure out what he was doing. He was waaaay too big to hide behind them. She made a face, willing herself to grow a little so that she'd make a better stage prop for his little show.

She twisted around as he came in front of Nia and grinned in sheer delight as an image of watson boy after a few too many butterbeers and an overload of sugar rollicking around the three broomsticks came to mind; alternating between hyper and calm while pulling off a crazier display than now.

"Ohhhh!" Celandine began, her eyes lighting up, "And I maybe I can do the same!" She made a mental note to get to honeydukes....or send someone on a covert spy mission to go purchase bundles of sugary goodness, since Nico would definitely be on the look out for a tell-tale flash of her blonde hair in there.

As he dropped himself into a seat Cela turned to Nia,
"High-five! We totally cracked the case of watson boy and the debate of the art of impersonation!" She held up her hand ready for skin.

"I'd like to see the squid." Cela nodded in agreement, "There was a penguin there the other day though and that was cool."

Cela nodded emphatically, "Yeah to boys! Cos they are cocky and think they can handle more than they actually can!" Cela gestured in illustration at Watson boy in his exhausted state on the chair. "Whereas we know our limits."

Cela nodded, "Oh yeah you can, if you make friends with them they will bring you stuff." and maaaaybe help cover your tracks if you were doing something you shouldnt.

"Yay! High five!" Nia giggled, and raised her hand to Cela's. "Totally awesome work there..." She eyed Watson in his tired state and smiled. Where was the guy's stamina?

Nia grinned at Cela. "We'll have to go Squid Spotting sometime." She nodded enthusiastically. She really wanted to swim with the squid as well but figured it might be just a tad cool. Plus she couldn't remember if her mum had packed a swimming costume. "A penguin? That's a bit out of habitat! Was it friendly?"

"Definitely! They're are cocky and silly." She gave a small smirk, as she followed Cela's gesture to Watson. "And yeah. We got stamina." She giggled.

"ooo, I'll have to go and visit them sometime. Their cookies the other day were awesome, and it'd be good to have a supply...." Her eyes lit up at the thought. If Nia missed anything so far, it was baking cakes and biscuits with her mum at the weekend.

"Oh yeah!" Cela agreed, "Watson boy here can show us the best squid spotting spots!" Cela twirled her wand in her hair, "A penguin! I know! I was watching it and then a Slytherin that looked of age made an iceburg for it, so it must be his and I totally want to meet it!"

Celandine nodded, "Oh yeah so much!" Cela spread her hands in illustration; leaving her wand stuck in her hair from all the twirling. She tugged at it and untwisted it while Nia spoke about cookies, causing Cela to look up in alarm.

scaaaarrry Melita... But it was okay. It was hogwarts- no cookies that made girls overly cheerful and boys overly gassy. She made a face and managed to get her wand untwisted from her hair, the cookies had just shown another huge difference between boys and girls. Their varying capacity for cheerful gas.

"Well let me know when you do; I'll come along!" Cela tucked her wand in her pocket and smoothed the lock of hair until she was certain there was no lasting damage to either.

"But for now..." Celandine flounced dramatically over to a chair and mimicked watsonboy's method of sitting and tipping her head back. She'd see if she could spot another pirate picked out in the whorls on the ceiling.

"Hmm, Carswell huh?" Emily said, still frowning. She racked her brain for a good come-back but couldn't come up with anything. What was up with this Carswell guy? The hot-shot of Ravenclaw house or something?

Theresa was tired after classes, so she headed for the common room. It was quite crowded, but she didn't see anyone familiar.
The girl just took a seat on a comfortable armchair and began to play with her cat, Oscar.
She hoped someone would come and chat with her.

Mari walked into the Common Room, carefully stepping over the portraits boundary so she wouldn't trip. She then smoothed her clothes down again and she made her way through a group of students, one of whom was making quite a scene and acting a bit loony in her opinion. She pursed her lips as she passed the giggling and carousing group, a slightly perturbed expression on her face as she made her way to a table nearby the group. It was the only one open, but she figured she could just tune them out. She opened her Arithmancy book and began rereading the topics covered in class, just to refresh it in her mind before she started on the homework.