Vindictus was laughing hysterically at the two. "Gotcha! Now, where's my Bunbunz?" he called out and skipped down the corridor with his wand in his hand.

Thanks to the shield she had cast (late, yes, but still cast), Vindictus' Rictusempra hadn't hit her that strongly and her chuckles were slowly fading away. Gah! He must've been one of the 'dark artists' Kazimeriz had talked about!

Silly Professors. They were all getting together in a mob to beat the students! GASP!

Turning away from the Professor she turned to Clifford who apparently had been hit by the spell aimed to him aswell. "Finite Incantatem." She said, pointing her wand towards him before rushing to his side. "You alright?"

How could Professor Vindictus do such a terrible, cruel thing? It was just down right EVIL! And as his legs danced uncontrollably, Clifford was having a strong, internal debate about whether he still wanted to ask the man for an autograph. Hmpf.

Thankfully, Evangeline was kind enough to lift the hex from him, and panting, Clifford leant against the wall. First the dueling, and now this!? He wanted to slide down the wall, curl up in a ball and go sleepy right now!

"I'm fine.." He assured her, managing a small smile. The smile slid from his face when he spotted the chocolate though. Oh noes. "But the chocolate isn't!" He pouted, scurrying forward to collect the two bars that had now been dropped numerous times and was broken.

Now he could NEVER forgive Vindictus.

Ross decided that he wanted to have a walk to the mmuggle studies classroom .

Antonio saw a student walking towards the classroom. Noticing that he was wearing the DADA badge, he thought he would take one last try at seeing how well prepared and able to protect himself this boy was. He turned his wand on him and said the incantation for the jelly-legs jinx.

Ross turned behind him to see if anyone was there and to his surprise the very teacher he was going to see was infact standing there but sadly he seen that he was holding out his wand to him "Great thats just what i need" he said under his breath ash he jumped to the side , pulled out his wand then focused on his target "Protego" he shouted

"Good job!", Antonio exclaimed. "I'm sure your DADA teacher will be proud of you for the way you just protected yourself from that jinx. Sorry about that, but I am trying to help keep you students on your toes, as well." He smiled. "I shall let your professor know how well you have protected yourself," he promised.

"Thank you sir" ross said keeping his wand out just incase he was goig to deliver a surprise attack "I was acctually coming to see you"

"Were you, now?", Antonio asked. "Well then, come inside my office and let's talk." He began to walk down the corridor towards his office.

Ross quickly followed behind him deciding that it was safe to put his wand away he placed it in his trousers.

"Becca Becca BO BECCA.... Banana... .Anna...." Ohh... Anna...Errm.... hehe.. "Weeeeee.... looOOOooOOoooove YOU!" Plymouth sang. And he sang horribly and off key. "Girlfriend. You think you can heal ... or.. er.. anticurse that thing Falsebridge put on me? I mean, I think about misbehaving a lot. I can't help it."

And on cue - Cats started playing in Plymouth's head. Sigh.

"Sure." Cela mumbled into his back, "I'd have to go to the library and read up on it though." Cela giggled, "I guess, my misbehaving and your misbehaving are a bit different? Because, I don't hear the music."

"I can't help it... I just get these IDEAS, you know? And I just act on them..." Plymouth stooped to let her down. He stayed bent until he heard her little shoes tap on the floor, then he raised up. "I have a question for you, too."

Cela stood up straight and nodded, "That's okay. I like your strange ideas and that you act on them, all spontaneous and stuff." She grinned at him, "Sure, Plym, what?"

Plymouth wiggled his fingers and took her hand. He was a liiiiittle nervous, actually. "Well, I was thinking about your theory. Hypothesis bit. About the candy, you know?" Plymouth scrubbed his puffy hair with his knuckles. "And I guess I was wondering if I was a good flavor or not? You know. Like sugar-free chili-flavored."

"About the candy." Celandine repeated, reaching up to muss up his hair too. "Like sugar free chilli? Um... that mistletoe one, was kind of like..." Cela thought about it for a moment, closing her eyes and chewing on her lip, "Kind of like a peppermint toad? Smooth and sweet and I could feel it in my tummy and after I felt all... fresh and bright and err... minty?"

Woot. Plym makes Cela feel minty.

"I don't think... one person is always one flavour."

"Oh." Plymouth stopped walking for a second to look at Cela properly. "Oh," he said again. "So... so all that 'can't just have one flavor for forever' talk -- you just mean you don't want the same type of KISS over and over. Not to go around and try kissing EVERYONE."

Plymouth laughed and boinked his head. Well DUH. He was so daft.

Cela looked at Plymouth curiously, "Would you want to kiss everyone?" Celandine would not. Maybe possibly a few others. Maybe. Possibly. But not everyone.

"Plym? I really... I like peppermint toads."

"I am so, so, so content being your peppermint toad, Celandine Toussaint. Cross my heart," Plymouth crossed his finger across his chest. "I just... was a little worried. You know. A little." Plymouth gave her an apologetic sort of grin and took her hand.

"Besides, I'm PRETTY sure you're strawberry shortcake flavored. I love cake. And you're short and well. Right then. To the library." Plymouth was a foolish, foolish boy, but happy. He skipped with no shame down the hall.

Celandine giggled and squeezed Plymouth's hand happily. "What flavour are you going to be next time?" Cela asked him before blushing at the cake comparison. She was so totally going to tell Daffy and Metal-Mouth that she was strawberry shortcake!

Cela skipped too, and it was all cute and stuff. Honest. Hand in hand skipping down the corridor? Cute.

Piper shook her head as she walked down the hall, This school was insane!! Kids running down the halls hexing each other, people singing at the top of their lungs, mysterious curses that needed to be solved..

Where was it all going to end? She wondered to herself as she walked down the long corridor. She really didn't want to be here anymore. She wanted to be at home safe from all the madness.

Why.....so.........many, stairs? Heeee-hooow.
Miranda had been slacking off, her condition was...very bad. This would not do if they were to beat the other houses at Quidditch. Panting slightly, she stopped at the first floor landing, bending over and holding her hands above her knees, to get the air back in her lungs. Stairs, they were just stairs, easy to climb But no. And the friekin' camera was not helping either. Straightening up and pulling back her fringe from her face, she wondered what, or whom she could photograph on this floor.
Right, the Defence against the dark arts...teacher. Miranda froze, wondering wether she would actually be brave enough to face him...alone, and take a picture none the less! Errr...maybe I could take his picture last? Miranda slumped her shoulders and sighed. I'm a Hufflepuff! The bravest badgers there are! Stop being a whimp and go take the creepy professors picture! Uncousciously, she had raised her finger in the air and puffed her chest out. With a fierce look on her face, Miranda strode her way to the DADA teacher's office.

With a sigh-- so many stairs! -- Professor Kazimeriz mounted the first step of the moving staircase at the first floor. He still held the lifeless body of Professor Vindictus high in the air using the mobilicorpus charm, taking care not to drop or damage him. He began to make his way up the stairs, a slow process indeed, scowling at any students who looked at him as he did.

He paused, realizing that Alessia was not behind him. He turned back, still controlling Vindictus' body like a Macy's parade balloon, and returned to collect his goddaughter.

Her brand new shoes clacked noisily against the cold marble floor. To be perfectly honest, on a snowy day as such, it was best to stay in the Common Room by the roaring fire. However, Daphne Hopton was hoping to have her path coincide with a certain Toussaint.

Her Charms needed some work and she just couldn't understand if it was her wand movement or was she pronouncing the incantation incorrectly.

Nose stuck between the dusty textbook, Daphne squinted down at the letters. Again, reading was presenting some problems but she still refused to accept the truth. There was no way in the Sparkly Magical World that she was going to get eyeglasses.

Plymouth was talking to himself, rehearsing how his conversation with Professor Kazipsychoiz might go. He was using his hands and trying to figure out what to DO.

Plymouth Morgan had problems.


He came across Daphne, squinting at her books. Or maybe sniffing them. Whichever. "Daffadil HoppyTon. Hey you."