Miles chirpily strolled around the kitchen level of Hogwarts, mainly because he could smell food, but also because of the Huffie common room. Now, he knew he wasn't allowed in it, but he liked to fantasize about what it was like in there.

He had so many friends in Hufflepuff, and he felt a bit like one anyway, would that work?

Lime emerged from her Common Room, humming a tune. She was heading up to the RoR to work on the surprise that she had in store for Miles. hehe. He would absolutely LOVE it. She had a huge smirk on her face as she imagined what his reaction would be.

She was so preoccupied, that she walked right into him and almost fell over backwards. She caught herself and said, "Miles. I was just thinking about you."

Anna smiled and glanced over at Plymouth, shaking her head at the silly words coming from his mouth. He wanted to be a psychic when he got older? Was he honestly that frazzling surprised that Anna needed help in Herbology? "Prepared for events such as these?" Anna asked, wondering just how much preparation the boy needed to tutor her in Herbology. Maybe she should have asked Cope instead. He probably wouldn't have been freaking out so much. Poor Plymouth was literally at heart faiure status, although Anna kind of thought a little of it might be because of Bunbury. Even Cale had the hots for that woman! "How much preparation do you think you need anyway?" Anna asked. "Plymouth, things like this happen just about everyday. I mean, at least once a term I pair up with some boy to discuss this exact same thing." She was, of course, talking about help in the difficult field of Herbology.

"Yeah, cutie?" Anna nonchalantly answered, upon hearing her name. She was completely oblivious to what had just happened with a certain love letter and a Ravenclaw boy. Awwww, he was flattered that she'd chosen him to tutor her? How sweet! "Oh, Plymmy! You had to have known I'd choose you! I mean, who else would it be? You're just perfect for the role! Yeah, yeah. There are others I could have asked, but remember---you and I discussed this at Diagon Alley. You knew it was bound to happen sooner or later!" Anna smiled and gave Plymouth a sweet smile. "You don't know what you would do with someone like me? I guess I'll have to help you then. We'll start....right....here," she said, leaning over Plymouth once again to grab that Herbology book.

Just as she grabbed the book, a large FLASH brightened the corridor, and Anna jumped, thinking at first someone had come along and Bat-Bogeyed them or something. Now-a-days, thanks to Professor Kazimeriz and his lessons, you never knew when you just might get hexed. Anna grabbed onto Plymouth's arm and glanced quickly down the corridors. "What in Merlin's love letters was that?" she asked.

"Mir---Miranda?" Anna muttered, looking up to see a young Hufflepuff carrying a camera. "Dear Merlin. You gave me quite the scare! No, no. We don't mind our picture being taken for the yearbook." Anna attempted a quick smile as Miranda started snapping once again. Geez. Could she at least give a quick warning next time? Anna supposed that was the point behind candid shots, though. "Pose, Plymmy!"

"Oops, sorry about that!" Miranda called, frowning down at the apparatus as she had accidentaly pressed the trigger again. This was definitely different from a muggle camera. "Hold on, I've got it now..."I think. Her eyes were starting to water from the flashes, maybe she should get some sunglasses to not burn her irises, or prevent from walking around seeing bright spots everywhere. She'll be looking like a miniature papparazzi or something, for sure. Snorting at the thought, Miranda lifted up the not so light camera once again. "Ok you two...crazy kids, Oh she really needs to work on saying stuff like that... say Butterbeer!" After waiting for the two students to take their places Miranda, once again, took a picture. "Exellent! Thankyou very much!" she grinned, blinking rapidly.

"Ok..." she turned, almost colliding with the suit of armour. Were the light spots supposed to be this big? "See you around then!" still grinning, Miranda waved back to the students. Hiding the camera under her robe again, she slowly made her way towards the grand staircase, completely forgetting why she had come this way in the first place. Next victim! Er, person!

Miles beamed as he saw Lima appear from the Huffie common room, he knew it was a good idea to hang around there when he was lonely. Friends would arrive. Yey! "Oh really?" He wiggled his eyebrow a little as he walked over to her.

Thinking about me? Whatever for? He liked the sound of it though. "Why? Were you that bored, so I sprung into your head?"

She giggled at his silly question. "No, I have a reason," she said mysteriously. "I've got a special surprised for you. Come with me." She grabbed him by the hand and started pulling gently to get him to go with her.

WHAAA!

Miles was dragged rather violently by Lima as they quily ran along the kitchen level corridor with one hand gripped in Lima's, and the other flailing about. "What ARE you doing you mad woman?!" He asked rather scared, and hoping she would slow down.

ooc: I think you should post in RoR now. (;

Plymouth was having a weird few minutes. Awesome, sure, on some level this would be one of those moments that he'd relive over and over and over an infinite number of times over... But it was still weird. THE... THE prettiest girl in the ENTIRE school, perhaps all of the UK, perhaps in the world -- had a serious case of Plymouth Fever. Ohhhhh boy.

Timing sucked. And the random flashes of bright light and picture taking and a random named Miranda and Anna's continuous flow of confusing comments -- no help. None.

He was ALL about picture taking though. He grinned for all he's worth and leaned in close to Anna. "Butt..." Plymouth managed before the flash.

Hehe!


And... then it was just her and him again. Anna and Plymouth. "I um... well, um.. Merlin. You know you're so pretty. This is too hard. I mean, not JUST pretty to the point of complete distraction, but I mean.. nice, too. And interesting and fabulous and ... I can't? I'm so sorry. I.." Plymouth left his mouth open, clearly lost on what to say. He just shook his head back and forth and prayed that something intelligible or helpful would randomly come from his mouth.

"See you later, Miranda! Thanks for the random yearbook shot," Anna called out, waving until the Hufflepuff was out of sight. Well, that was...fun. It was quite interesting, too, that she and Plymouth's little Herbology tutoring session just might make it into the yearbook. Not quite the light Anna wanted to be shown in, but in all honestly, even if the picture was used, who'd be able to tell she'd been struggling in Herbology and enduring a tutoring session at the time? Absolutely no one...hopefully...

When Plymouth started rambling on about how pretty he thought she was, Anna turned her attention back to him and the Herbology book she was still flipping through. "Well, thank you. That was sweet. Random, but sweet," she replied. "You can't...do what? I don't understand..." She thought he'd been really interested in giving her a tip or two in the not-so-wonderful world of Herbology. He'd told her he was pretty good in the subject. "Oh, I see. That's too bad that you can't. I was really hoping you'd be available. I mean, let's just face it. You're perfect, Plymmy. My father was quite excited about all of this, too. I owled him and explained everything to him, and he thought you were just what I needed! My mother feels the same way, as well. You've met her, right? She's the brunette that owns Florean Fortescue's," Anna explained.

"I understand, though. I mean, not everyone is cut out for this. Do you think Copernicus is available? I mean, if it can't be you, he would definitely be my next choice. Oh, but if not Cope, then what about Professor Truebridge? I think he'd be perfect, don't you?" Anna asked. "Sadly, it just can't be Cale. I mean, he's so not cut out for this. Honestly, though, I do this every term. It's sort of my little secret." Poor Cale. He, like Anna, was just not gifted in the field of Herbology. It would have been nice if he could have been the one to tutor her. "You know, though. There's Dom...oh, and Cam. I suppose Tobi wouldn't be too bad either. Plymmy, it just has to be you, though! Please, Plymmmmmmmmyyyy?" Anna just had this sinking feeling that Plymouth Morgan would be the only one to help her out of this Herbology mess she was in.

Plymouth Morgan was a man in a very dangerous area. Anna was giving him all sorts of looks... and .... well, the list grew long of reasons for him to agree to this - soul mate stuff. Clearly, she knew something he didn't. Not that he hadn't SUSPECTED it... that they weren't meant to be...

"Wait. Wait wait wait wait wait. Hold up. I need... I need a list here." Plymouth, with great care, reached over for her Herbology book and quill. He was approaching her like maybe she was a king cobra.

He wrote,

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Originally Posted by Plymouth Scribbled list in Anna's Herbology notebook

1. Plymouth Morgan
2. Copernicus Kettleburn
3. Professor Truebridge
4. Dominic
5. Cam
6. Tobi

"I'm .." Plymouth pointed to his name, "I am at the top of this list??? Are you SERIOUS??" And he was already parent approved? Plymouth was probably going to faint in the hallway. Most likely.

Anna started to open her mouth to say something else, but apparently Plymouth felt the need to make a list of some sort. "A list for what?" Anna asked, leaning over to watch him write. Oh. He was writing a list of the people she was considering as back-up Herbology tutors? Wow. He must really, really not want to tutor her. That sort of hurt her feelings a bit, but she'd never say anything to him about it, of course. Maybe he was just busy or something. Or maybe---maybe he was really just as horrible as she was, but he was afraid to admit it! That had to be it! "Oh, I see. So....you're turning me down? I've never had anyone do that before..." It was true. Most people had always been so good about wanting to help her make up for her lack of understanding when it came to Herbology. "Well, I guess you'll just have to be the first, then. Tell me, though, Plymmy...."

"Can you...*leans in*...really...*closer*...resist...*really close now*...this face?" she finished, pouting and batting her eyelashes inches from his face. She was only joking, of course, and she knew Plymouth would know that, too. I mean, come on. Can anyone really be this serious about Herbology? It was fun to play along, though. "Think of it this way," she continued, holding up her hand and making fake-claws. She then proceeded to take a long fingernail on her right hand and trace the following sentence on his arm: Y-O-U + M-E = M-O-R-G-A-N-N-A. "Please, Plymmmyyyyyy," she said. "You're not going to make Miss Anna cry, are you?"

"I would rather mop the floor with my tongue than make you cry, Anna," Plymouth told her as he stared at his arm like it was some sort of holy grail.

It practically was.


"I um... Merlin. This - I - okay. Okay." Plymouth needed to breathe and think. Simple. Breathe and think and close his eyes so that she couldn't get in his face and give him those illegal looks. It took a minute, but Plymouth came to this conclusion.


" I need a day to think about this. I need to ask Copernicus. I need to ask my mom. And you should probably ask Newell, you know. I know I'm a faster runner than him, but he's probably better at barbaric dueling. Because, you're right. You're absolutely right. If you're going to pursue me - like this - I CAN'T resist you. Morganna... " Plymouth sort of stared at her with all the intensity of the world behind his eyes.


And if she CRIED, Merlin help him, he'd have a complete and total meltdown.

Anastasia had looked up and down and all around the kitchen, trying to find some chocolate, and was most dismayed that the elves weren't bobbing around her ankles with platters of cookies.

If you want something done right, I guess you have to do it yourself, she grumbled in her head, marching out of the kitchen on her mission. She nearly stepped on two students in the dark corridor, however, and had to grab the wall for support so she didn't fall into Plymouth Morgan's lap.

The redheaded professor blinked, surprised to see the Ravenclaw sitting THISCLOSE to the Gryffindor Prefect. "I beg your pardon - am I interrupting something?" she asked in a low tone, twirling her wand between two fingers. "You should know that PDA is not tolerated at Hogwarts, Ms. Greingoth... especially when it's not even your own boyfriend you're flirting with..."

OoOOoooo! THE PLANT LADY! Plymouth loved the Plant lady!!!!!! "Hi Professor!" Plymouth called, temporarily pulled out of his Anna-induced coma. He gave her a big goofy grin and a wave.

But.. What was SHE on about now? Plymouth was so sure that the female population of Hogwarts, with the exception of his girlfriend, all spoke a foreign language that he'd yet to learn. "What's PDA? Pretty... Dreamy... Anna?" That was probably it. "Professor... Daisy... AYEE!"

HEHE.


Plymouth was clearly clueless, once more, as to what he was doing wrong.

"Ewwwwww, don't mop the floor with your tongue," Anna said, making a face then eventually laughing at Plymouth's little joke. "Besides, I don't think you'll end up giving me a reason to cry anyway. If you're even half the man I've imagined you to be, you'll end up being my own little hero in this whole situation." As sad as it seemed that Anna Greingoth needed a Herbology hero, it was true. Last school year, had it not been for Nico Toussaint always sitting nearby in class, Anna wasn't sure she would have made it to the point she was at now. Little by little, and with the help of all her little Herbology heroes, she was starting to get the hang of things, though. Hopefully before long, she'd be confident enough to pass the subject all on her own. Too bad she'd be graduated by that point.

Anna eyed Plymouth out of the corner of her eye and giggled at the way he stumbled over his words. She'd pretty much come to the conclusion that he, too, was lousy at Herbology and was just trying to worm his way out of the situation he'd put himself in. Anna was going to keep pushing things until he either admitted his mistake or became her little hero, one. He needed to ask his mother, though? ...and she needed to ask Cale? Anna blinked and shook her head at Plymouth, wondering why they needed the approval of so many people just to have a Herbology tutoring session. "If you say so, Plymmy, but I can tell you already that Cale's going to absolutely love the idea. He's wanted this for me for a long, long time," Anna said, still speaking about suceeding Herbology. Plymouth sure needed to take a lot into consideration just to come up with a decision. "I didn't think you'd be able to resist Morganna coming alive, anyway." What a cute idea to combine names to signify friendship. Maybe she and Allie could be....Annie, and she and Reese could be...Reanna or something. "Fine. Take a day and think about it, and come find me when you come to your senses," Anna finished. She grabbed her Herbology book and stood up from the wall, ready to go find Cale and tell him she just might be able to pass after all!

Too bad she didn't get very far. Professor Bunbury---the Herbology professor---had arrived. Interrupting something? PDA? EEP! Anna hurried over to her professor, her eyes wide with fright and her heart pounding at unbearable speeds. She mentally scolded herself for freaking out this way, but potential trouble always made her feel a little...nauseating. Anna stepped closer to the professor and whispered so that only she could hear her. "Oh, Professor Bunbury! Believe it or not, you've always come upon a Herbology tutoring session," she said, holding up her book to prove her point. How embarrasing that she was admitting her failure in front of professor, but she couldn't necessarily have anyone believing she was exhibiting PDA with someone other than her Prince Charming.

"PDA...Public Display of Affection, Plymm---Plymouth," Anna said, turning around and correcting Plymouth's little wild guess. She turned back to Professor Bunbury, a bit more relaxed this time, and continued. "I apologize, Professor, but I'm not so great at Herbology. I'm getting better each and every day, but I'm still a bit lost when it comes to dealing with greenhouses and plant parts and things of that sort. I was pleading with Plymouth to help me, since he claims to be pretty good at the subject. He told me so in Diagon Alley." Wasn't Herbology the subject Plymout was supposedly good at? Or was it Arithmancy? Or...Astronomy? Merlin, she hoped it was Herbology! Hopefully she wasn't asking Plymouth to assist her with something he, too, was a failure at!

Despite the fact that Plymouth Morgan was babbling like the Brandywine Brooke, Bunbury couldn't resist beaming at the boy. (teehee alliteration.)

"Oh yes, Mr. Morgan here is an excellent Herbologist, I can testify to that," she nodded at Anna, totally forgetting about the whole PDA accusation. Plymouth's smile and charm and love of plants was just that contagious. "Perhaps he should help tutor some other classmates...I can't tell you how many of them misunderstood question one from the last homework."

The redhead rolled her eyes and leaned against the wall casually, in a sudden chatty mood. "What's it you need help with? Is that your book? Can I help you at all?" Anna was a bright girl, after all, and a sixth year. If she was going to graduate soon she simply couldn't go out into the world not knowing anything about plants. "Maybe I should just set up general study tables sometime, if Plymouth really wants to help tutor his fellow students....hmm..." she rubbed her chin thoughtfully.

"You did say yes to Anna, right?" Bunz's blue eyes flickered to the Ravenclaw curiously.

Anna was so brilliant... so so brilliant. Herbology tutoring was a PERFECT cover for what was going on. He took a moment to grin at her for being fabulous and brilliant and so quick on her feet. He would have just told the truth... but Anna probably had her reasons to keep it hush.


And then, well, "Aww shucks, Professor." He was beet red and so.. so... HAPPY that Professor Bunny LOVED him. Oh Merlin. She LOVED him. And he loved her. And they loved plants. It was probably a horrible time to fantasize about them running through a wild flower field, pointing out hybrids and playing "name that plant" but - Plymouth could only control his imagination so much. Really. Weeeeeeeeeeee.


"I - " No. Plymouth hadn't said yes to Anna. Not to that, no. "Well, it's sort of complicated. I mean, I would love to... Anna is a very special girl and all..." Plymouth shuffled his feet and concentrated very hard on not audibly giggling.

"Ohh, that's great to know," Anna said, turning around and smiling at Plymouth. Sooo, he was really as gifted in Herbology as he claimed to be. So that ruled out the possibility of him not wanting to tutor her because he was performing just as poorly as she was. That also meant that Plymouth very well could be so reluctant to tutor her simply because he just didn't want to. Ouch. "I don't know, Professor. He seems really reluctant to help me, although I'm not too sure why that is."

Anna blushed and glanced away when the professor asked her what she needed help with. It embarrassed Anna to admit failure, but she couldn't exactly ignore Professor Bunbury's question. "Well, you see, it's sort of like, erm, well... I'm not exactly having trouble, I'm just not understanding it as easily as I understand the other subjects. All my life, I've been used to being able to read books on my own and understand all I need to know. I can't do that with Herbology, and it really bothers me," Anna explained. "I know it sounds silly, but I just have a fear of failing." Anna finally glanced back up at the professor, hoping she didn't think she was insane for being this upset over a fear of failure. "Plymouth's told me he'd have to think about whether or not he can tutor me. Apparently he needs to ask his mother."

"Reluctant to help another student?" Bunbury nearly gasped at the phrase. "I don't understand, Mr. Morgan. Do you not like Miss Greingoth? She's one of Hogwarts' top point earners, I mean, I doubt she would be a misbehaving pig in one of your tutoring sessions...."

She slowly shook her head at the Ravenclaw, making a big air of sounding disappointed, and turned back to the Gryffindor. "Oh I see," Annie nodded, not at all shocked by Anna's fear of failing. She had a similar fear of falling....in love. Hmph. "Herbology's rather practical, my dear, you just need to spend more time rooting around in the student gardens or experimenting in the greenhouses. You can't learn everything from a book, really."

Her blue eyes flickered back to Plymouth again at mention of his mother. "I'm sure his mother would agree of one-on-one tutoring - why I could write a letter or something to her if you really need permission. I would be more than happy to attest to the natural green thumb this boy has." And that just about solved that, in Bunbunz's opinion.

And this is why Plymouth didn't tell lies. "Look... look... let's call a spade a spade here.." And then...


Plymouth couldn't help it: He winked. He winked at Bunbury because of his witty use of Herbology terminology in front of her. And because he was an idiot.


"This isn't about Herbology tutoring. If it were - well, then, you KNOW I'd help. In a heartbeat. This is, ironically, matters of the heart. And that is why I have to talk to my mum. Unless, you know, you have some advice for me, Professor." PLymouth took a deep breath and then spilled it, " Anna is in love with me and I ... well... we might be soul-mates..."


Yes, there, much better. Much better. Truth always trumps lies.

Anna turned towards Plymouth, waiting to see how he'd react to Professor Bunbury's first question. She was really interested to know just why Plymouth was so reluctant to tutor her. It wasn't because he was lousy at Herbology---Professor Bunbury had cleared that up a few minutes earlier. The insecure part of Anna was worried that Plymouth just didn't want to be around her, and that he had no interest in helping her at all. "Oh, thank you, Professor," Anna said, smiling at the "top points earner" comment and giggling at the "misbehaving pig" line.

"That's what I was afraid of. Not being able to learn Herbology directly from a book," she clarified. Anna tended to panick when she couldn't refer to hard core facts to assist her in her classes and with homework. She had the mind to come up with these facts on her own, but just the thought that she may be one day be entirely wrong about something and not be able to verify with a book didn't settle well with her. "I guess...maybe Plymouth can go 'root around in the Student Gardens or experiment in the greenhouses' with me, as you said." Anna turned to Plymouth again and looked at him with eyes that silently asked for him to give in and say yes. "I don't want to pressure him, though," Anna continued, hanging her head. "I want him to do this because he wants to, bit because he feels forced to."

Anna's eyes widened when Plymouth proceeded to tell the professor that this little ordeal was not about Herbology tutoring. It was, though! She'd honestly been discussing tutoring with him earlier...what was he talking about? "Not about Herbology? Matters of the heart?" Anna asked, confusion showing all over her face. "Professor Bunbury, I have the book to prove it...and the notes." Anna opened the book and out fell a few pages of her notes. She picked them up and held them out the professor. "See...puffapods...potting plants...it's all there," she said. She turned and glanced back at Plymouth, asking him with her eyes what in the world he was talking about.

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Originally Posted by Mad Eye Touz

And this is why Plymouth didn't tell lies. "Look... look... let's call a spade a spade here.." And then...

Plymouth couldn't help it: He winked. He winked at Bunbury because of his witty use of Herbology terminology in front of her. And because he was an idiot.

"This isn't about Herbology tutoring. If it were - well, then, you KNOW I'd help. In a heartbeat. This is, ironically, matters of the heart. And that is why I have to talk to my mum. Unless, you know, you have some advice for me, Professor." PLymouth took a deep breath and then spilled it, " Anna is in love with me and I ... well... we might be soul-mates..."

Yes, there, much better. Much better. Truth always trumps lies.

Bunbury couldn't resist Plymouth's charm; of course she winked back at his witty spade joke. He really was such a gentleman. Ha.

Even when it came to 'matters of the heart,' as he put it, he was so well-mannered. Wanting to ask his mum for relationship advice. Anastasia put a hand over her own heart, showing that she was really, truly touched by this boy's consideration.

And of course she had some advice.

"You know, Plymouth dear," she shook her red head slowly. "My advice about love is probably the last thing you'll want to hear." He was such a big-hearted guy anyway. "But if you let yourself fall for someone," she eyed Anna briefly, "you'll just wind up breaking into a million little pieces. Your heart can only take so much before it just...just cracks completely. And a broken heart is hard to heal."

She nodded wisely, then added an afterthought. "So if you really think this about Anna....." Bunbunz shrugged. That Gryffindor already has a boyfriend and yet she's going after another one?! "I mean, Anna has a boyfriend already....that might not be wise, you know, Plym...." she leaned in to whisper, "AND she's not nearly as good at Herbology as you are. How could she be your soul-mate then? Huh?"

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Originally Posted by Anna Banana

Anna turned towards Plymouth, waiting to see how he'd react to Professor Bunbury's first question. She was really interested to know just why Plymouth was so reluctant to tutor her. It wasn't because he was lousy at Herbology---Professor Bunbury had cleared that up a few minutes earlier. The insecure part of Anna was worried that Plymouth just didn't want to be around her, and that he had no interest in helping her at all. "Oh, thank you, Professor," Anna said, smiling at the "top points earner" comment and giggling at the "misbehaving pig" line.

"That's what I was afraid of. Not being able to learn Herbology directly from a book," she clarified. Anna tended to panick when she couldn't refer to hard core facts to assist her in her classes and with homework. She had the mind to come up with these facts on her own, but just the thought that she may be one day be entirely wrong about something and not be able to verify with a book didn't settle well with her. "I guess...maybe Plymouth can go 'root around in the Student Gardens or experiment in the greenhouses' with me, as you said." Anna turned to Plymouth again and looked at him with eyes that silently asked for him to give in and say yes. "I don't want to pressure him, though," Anna continued, hanging her head. "I want him to do this because he wants to, bit because he feels forced to."

Anna's eyes widened when Plymouth proceeded to tell the professor that this little ordeal was not about Herbology tutoring. It was, though! She'd honestly been discussing tutoring with him earlier...what was he talking about? "Not about Herbology? Matters of the heart?" Anna asked, confusion showing all over her face. "Professor Bunbury, I have the book to prove it...and the notes." Anna opened the book and out fell a few pages of her notes. She picked them up and held them out the professor. "See...puffapods...potting plants...it's all there," she said. She turned and glanced back at Plymouth, asking him with her eyes what in the world he was talking about.

The Herbology professor straightened up, just in time to blink blink blink at Anna's explanation and confusion over what the Ravenclaw was stating. "Uhhhh what?" She shook her head at the girl and then found an average-looking, everyday Herbology book in her hands.

Bunbury flipped through a few pages, finding nothing usual as far as content went. There were a lot of angry and frown doodle faces, however. Apparently, Ms. Greingoth had a tendency to add her feelings to her notes, as if she needed to make her distaste for Herbology any more apparent.

"Hmmph," Anastasia tutted, turning another page. "Maybe you were thinking of just asking for tutoring help," she said slowly, "but you must have misled Mr. Morgan in the wrong direction." She shook her head at Anna. "Miss Greingoth, tsk tsk. I'm not sure how you asked for Herbology help," she raised an eyebrow suggestively, "but you should know that boys' minds tend to leap in the wrong direction - not that Plymouth here would think like that."

She shot a smile to the Claw and then turned her stern expression back to the Prefect. "But giving a boy false hope is never nice...especially when you have a boyfriend already." Annie recalled seeing the Gryffindor leaning all over the Ravenclaw when she had stumbled upon them in the corridor...perhaps she had been onto something with her PDA accusation...

Then again, Anastasia R. Bunbury was hardly innocent when it came to misleading men.

Humming to himself, Terry bounced down along the corridors, a heap of posters rolled up messily held under both arms. Glancing at the Gryffindors dotting the place, Terry grimaced as he caught sight of the Herbology professor. EEP. Not good.

Hastily slanting his gaze, he sidled past them and made a beeline for a blank spot right opposite the frame for the kitchens.

Unrolling one of the posters, Terry flattened the top corners against the wall, then traced the outline with his wand, muttering, 'Aaaadddhhhhaaeerooooo.'

Moving his hands away, he stepped back to admire his little handiwork.



Nice.

Perhaps Dominic should have added on a please for Kaika in carrying his and Vanessa's brooms, but he was completely distracted by the notion of the child-sized older female in his arms. Who'd have thought that he, Dominic Denton, would ever carry a young female? The first thing he was going was to the common room and then he would tell her to not ever speak of this again; that was that. No more discussions. Ever.

"Kaika has them," the fifth year reminded Vannie who seemed distressed over her broom. Of course she would not let brooms sit unattended at the pitch; she was the captain who brooms were probably of utmost priority for her.

Finally once they arrived close enough to the common room, he set Vanessa down on her own feet. "There. You could walk from here. Now don't you ever breath a word of this again, got it?"

Vanessa couldn't help but snuggle up to Dominic a little, as he carried her to the common room. She was going to get the most out of this experiance that she could because she knew that it was never going to happen again. And she hadn't really expect Dominic to carry her all the way to the Common Room. It was odd. Fun but odd.

"Good," Vanessa obviously sighed, as she smiled at him. At least her broom was okay now, it wasn't as if she could have gone and got it, before leaving the pitch. Dominic had just walked off, taking her with him. Not that she was complaining. The prefect didn't even like girls right?

She pouted a little as he set her on her feet, but she giggled. "Why? Because the girls will be jealous?" She smirked at him before rolling her eyes. "And I'm sure enough people saw us. That stadium was packed," She smirked, before patting his arm. "You're secrets safe with me Prefect Denton." She smiled angelically. Well safe with her and her diary.