Cela had probably take more notes in class than what was strictly necessary but she felt like she had to do the best homework ever to make up for being a bad Ravenclaw and passing a note in class. And now she had to see Professor Truebridge about it.

She stepped into the hallway, searching furiously in her bag for emergency candy.

"My girlfriend!!!!" Plymouth jumped up in the air when she came out. Cela. CellBell. He grinned and moseyed her way. "Let me get your bag for you?" Plymouth was just right giddy. He wanted to pick her and spin her around and dance with her and run up and down the halls. He kept it pretty calm, considering. "You were so brilliant in class today."

Cela looked up, eyes widening as Plymouth did his I-am-really-excited-and-probably-about-to-spin-you-and-kiss-you thing. Cela popped a chilli candy in her mouth and visibly relaxed as he came over and offered to take her bag.

Blush! Cela! Blush!

Celandine blushed and nodded at the ground, holding out her bag for Plymouth, "Thank you."

She looked up at him from under her lashes, feeling a tiny bit awkward and a tiny bit pleased. Brilliant! Usually Cela thought she was pretty brilliant herself- but she'd made Copernicus mad... Cela shot a quick look at Cope before taking a breath and looking up at Plymouth, "What did I do?"

Plymouth put her bag over his shoulder and didn't mind one bit that he sort of looked like a purse-carrying girl. "Well," he went on, still clearly excited, "first - you answered like EVERY question. Got to see that full body brain working overtime, right??" Plymouth laughed and watched the blush. For him??? EEEeek!

"And THEN," he went on, "you know, the note thing. I might be forward in saying so, but I think I might have fell for you. Right then. Like, you know. Like I'm pretty sure we're really girlfriend and boyfriend." Plymouth thought about proving this with a kiss or something, but that was... too much. And Copernicus was there being a mood kill. And he had an appointment with Bridgeman.


Okay just a QUICK kiss. Plymouth leaned and put a little smooch on her forehead. "Um. Hehe. Sorry. I think we should go to the office now. Girlfriend."

Cela nodded. Of course she answered every question. They were easy and she liked participating in Professor Truebridge's class. Oh! Plymouth laughed! Cela smiled a little bit shyly and commented, "I like your laugh."

Cela's face fell slightly when Plymouth mentioned the note but she was soon distracted by all the things Plymouth was saying and the weird fluttery feeling in her tummy even though she hadn't really eaten enough candy for an achy tum and there weren't any exams or anything like that to be nervous about...

... so what was with the butterflies?

"I didn't mean to get you in trouble." Cela apologised, "I'm trying to be good and not get anyone detention this term and..."

oh!

Cela's hand slowly lifted to touch at the spot on her forehead that Plymouth had just kissed. It was kinda...

... nice?

"It's okay." Cela decided, even though she still felt a bit jumpy about it all. Particularly about the boyfriend/ girlfriend labels. Hmm. Maybe she'd just have 'friends' like her brother because he was such a good influence after all.

"Okay. Lets go." Celandine tentatively took Plymouth's hand and gave Copernicus a folorn little wave since he was probably still a bit mad about her passing a note in class and being a bad Ravenclaw and probably he wouldn't want to thank her on behalf of their house anymore.

But Plymouth thought she was brilliant. Cela gave his hand a little squeeze and shot him a big smile before leading him towards Professor Truebridge's office.

Meredith had always liked MuggleStudies, but that last lesson she hadn't been able to concentrate on the lesson. There were too much things going on at the same time. She didn't know what had exactly happened -something with Jack and Jake, first year Huffies, and Jack had said something was wrong with Pofessor Dumont.. that he wasn't his usual self.

Meredith liked to know what was going on, but often didn't. This time, however, she was going to find out. There was something about Jack and Jake that had caught her interest, something she wasn't quite able to put in words. And of course, there was something with Dumont. Jack had seemed really worried about him, insisting that whatever it was that had happened with him and Jake wasn't important, that the Professor was first priority. She had to talk to Jake- no, to Jack. But maybe it wasn't a bad idea to talk with Jake either sometime. She would see if she had time.. and if she could find him.

She waited in the corridor untill Jack would come, so he could explain something. Where had the boy gone? She looked around.. "Jack?" she said, feeling like and idiot, talking to air.

Jack stuck his head out of the classroom and saw Meredith "Hey Meredith" he smiled, then he walked out to talk to her "You ok?" he asked her trying to avoid what she was about to ask, he knew he'd have to explain... he didn't want to though

Ah, there he was. She was quite surprised that he knew her name. Had Professor Dumont mentioned it? Probably..
"Yeah, I'm fine..And you?" she answered. The question seemed kind of out of place, but it seemed like everything was-which brought her back to what she wanted to ask.
"What's going on with Professor Dumont? You said he wasn't himself.. how do you know?" Right, the most important questions were out now. She really hoped Professor Dumont was okay..or going to be better soon, anyway. It couldn't be too bad, Jack had smiled just a moment ago, but then again, people smiled sometimes when it wasn't okay too..trying to keep their hopes up, too be normal again?

Jack smiled "I'm good, well, he sorta... giggled" Jack shook his head "He doesn't giggle, little kids giggle" he frowned worriedly "And he was thinking about toy cars and buses and ice-cream" Jack leaned against the wall "Little kid stuff..." he mused "hmm, well, he's not himself"

Meredith hadn't really paid much attention to the giggle, but she had heard it. She didn't exactly agree with Jack, though. Sometimes older people giggled too. Well, to be honest..girls most of the time, but whatever. It was indeed strange for a Professor to giggle.
She frowned. "That it strange.. you don't think he's cursed or drank a weird potion, do you?" Dumont shouldn't be like a little kid, he shouldn't think about toy cars..icecream she could imagine, but toys cars.. Why would an adult think about that? Only then did she realise something.
"Wait. How did you know he was thinking about toy cars and stuff anyway?" It couldn't be..unless-an image of an 18 year old boy with blue hair and puple eyes came to her mind, together with the words Arkarian and ThuthSeeer. More magic than she thought excisted in this world appearantly. She thought about a few other things then, distracted. First, she thought about dragons and then of some other people and then about dragons again.. how did they block their thoughts again? Oh, right: one image..
She thought about a brick wall, but decided it wouldn't matter much now. She wouldn't be able to concentrate anyway, and to learn it would take time. If it worked the same way in this world, anyway. She hoped she she hadn't thought anything embarrasing.. Her thoughts had been quite confusing for someone who hadn't read all these books, just now.
But she was getting ahead of herself, she didn't know for sure if Jack was one. Although, it seemed like the only explanation to her. Really, what else could it be?

Jack shook his head "I spend a lot of time with this professor, he's helping me with something, and he doesn't giggle" Jack frowned "I saw a mirror, but I'm not sure what it means" Jack mused "Oh, I can..." Jack then realised she knew about mind readers "kinda... read minds" Jack admitted "Don't worry" he added when she started thinking about a brick wall "It's alright" he smiled "Don't be worried, I know you can't control some thoughts" he smiled warmly

Hm, a mirror. That was so..unusual. Well, not really, but she assumed it wasn't the kind of mirror people looked in every day. "What exactly did you.. see?"
When Jack confirmed her theory, she blushed. Great. That meant he'd heard her whole fantasy ramble a moment before. He probably thought she was very strange. Well, people had thought she was strange reading all the fantasy in the muggleworld too, but it turned out magic was real.
She grimaced as Jack said people sometimes couldn't help their thoughts. That was so true. And embarrassing. "Well, let me apologize beforehand, before I think something.." rude? "I shouldn't."
She returned his friendly smile and quickly stated thinking about Dumont again. Right, focus. "Do you know if anyone else has noticed something strange about him?"

Jack nodded "A mirror, but it's sorta fuzzy" he shrugged "Don't worry, I hear things that I learn to accept" Jack shook his head "I don't think anyone else noticed, but they can't do what I can" Jack explained "I think they dismissed it as a bad day" he sighed

"Do you think the mirror is somewhere in Hogwarts? Because if it is the mirror that is causing this, others might be affected by it too." she said. She hoped no one else was . Maybe they could do some research, ask around..
Meredith wondered. "Have you been able to hear peoples thoughts all you life?". She was pretty sure she didn't want to hear everyones thoughts, convienient as it might be.
"If they noticed it enough at all. People do some not normal things every day, because, well..nobody is perfectly normal." No, she was quite sure nobody who couldn't read minds would notice. Except maybe if they knew the professor vey well.

Jack shrugged "Dunno" he smiled as she asked the next question "Yeah, but I always thought it was normal" Jack said softly "True, not a lot of people notice anyway, but I am close to the professor... he's helping me with something" Jack didn't elaborate.

Meredith let out a soft, little sigh. They were never going to find out what had happened. "I think I'm going to ask around a bit." The problem was, how to do it without attracting attention to it. Maybe pretend to be doing some research on how Muggle objects were different from magical ones.. Or she could mess up her hair and pretend to need a mirror. No, that was a bad idea. And anyway, people would just send her to the closest girl bathroom.

Meredith couldn't quite imagine that mind reading was normal to someone, but on the other hand, if you'd have been able to all your life, it would be pretty normal. She asked no further questions about it-at least for now. She only smiled a little and then wondered about the next thing.

What would the professor be helping him with? She didn't think it was related with schoolwork. She was very curious about it, but decided not to ask. If Jack had wanted to say what it was, he would probably have said something like 'he's helping me with my homework.' or 'he's helping me with some family issues.'. But Jack had not said anything about what it was, and she accepted that. Everyone had something they didn't want everyone to know.

Jack smiled "Go ahead" he nodded "Oh, and thanks for not asking what you wanted to, to be honest, it's something personal, that ivolves him, but, hopefully it'll be finished soon" Jack smiled, hoping to stop her being so curious "Just ask about a mirror, that stands on it's own, not on a wall, not in a bathroom, or hallway, in a room" Jack told her

Luckily she wasn't that busy like lately anymore, otherwise she would have no time at all for researching mirrors.
Oh, she'd been right again. How strange.. well, she was having luck with the guessing today. She wondered what exactly it was..Now she was even more curious. Ah, hmpf whatever. It wasn't like she was going to find out anyway. But still-she stopped wondering about it, accepting that she wouldn't know. She smiled back at him. "I hope your troubles will be over soon." well, she assumed it were troubles, it was the most logical thing.
A mirror standing alone in a room? How in the world was she going to find out about that while sounding normal? "Any ideas?" she asked Jack, not bothering to ask the whole question, he would have already read it in her thoughts anyway.

Jack smiled "Thanks" he smiled "Oh, no, I don't know" his face fell "I'm not sure, you think I would be, but, unfortunately, I don't"

He looked at her as he couldnt help but a little sad."Im Alright." He told her as he gave her a smile. " Yes. More possible then most would think." he chuckled a little as she couldnt remember when the last time she had climbed a tree. " Then its settled. We are climbing trees. You best not fall down." he warned her." seeing as its a bit later it will be nice and dark outside. I bet the sky is nice." He liked to see the stars. You would think he would be more interested astrology.

"You know I'm always here right?" she told him as they continued to walked down each corridor. Kayla groaned softly about having to climb a tree, "you want us to climb trees in the dark? Merlin pants Cayden, I'm not that good in the day." But she would do it anyway just to prove that she could, Kayla didn't back away from anything. "Oh listen to you" she scoffed, "he's a romantic at heart."

Headmaster Bontecou stepped off the moving staircase and clapped his hands, looking around. A corridor. Right. Looked like every other corridor in this place. He looked up and tried to count the levels to at least figure out what floor he was on. That got him to wondering whether he, as Headmaster, was authorized to hang signs on every corridor to let people know what floor they were on. A lot of muggle buildings had them and the Ministry had that handy disembodied voice on the lift (a godsend for Pepe the Auror when he was stuck doing paperwork). Why couldn't Hogwarts have signs?

Nancy walked out onto the corridor with a slightly confused look on her face as she bit her lip and glanced at her surroundings. This was so not the Fourth Floor Corridor. Uhm... But it just had to be, she couldn't be lost once again, could she? Apparently she could since upon further examination of the corridor by taking a few steps forward the third year was certain of one thing: This was not the Fourth Floor Corridor. Gee! Why did she have to be born with a sense of direction like one of those scary gross plants in the greenhouses? Why?!

With a small sigh Nancy was just about to simply turn around to head back to where she'd been coming from to ask somebody to take her to the Fourth Floor when her blue eyes fell on a figure standing only a few meters from her. Hesitantly taking a few steps towards the man she recognized with a small gasp that it was Professor Bontecou, their new headmaster. Maybe he knew which floor this was, although, judging by the look on his face and his reputation for getting lost pretty easily it was highly unlikely. Still, it was worth a try. Nancy cleared her throat audibly as to not startle him before she said, "Uhm...sir? Do you possibly have any idea which floor we're currently on?" Waiting for Bontecou to respond Nancy bit her lip while her eyes darted around the corridor nervously.

He noticed the girl just a moment before she spoke. "Oh, well not exactly. I was going to ask you the same thing," he said and looked up, pointing at the stairs and counting quietly to himself.

Jack smiled at the headmaster "You're on the first floor sir" Jack told him from where he was stood