*He shrugged again and nodded.* "Sure, a good walk at the lake sounds fun. And maybe one day you will meet him. His name is Kyle. He's around here somewhere."

"Great." Lucy said smiling. "Well I sure hope I meet him." She said.

ooc: meet at the lake. Ill post first.

Cedric was walking around in the kitchen..and he see Gabben with Lucy..he didn't want to talk to gabben because he was thinking that gabben was angry at him

Paris Ashton Hill skipped gleefully about, with a bunch of posters in her hands, a mischievous smile upon her face. With a small hem hem Paris cleared her throat and smile around to the people there. "SUPPORT GRYFFINDOR QUIDDITCH!!"

Once the Quidditch match between Ravenclaw and Gryffindor was over, Eleanor slowly made her way back to the common room where she had her Arithmancy book, among many others, waiting for her.
The brunette had just started to make her way downstairs towards the common room when out of the blue her stomach started rumbling.

It wasn’t good to study with an empty stomach… it was just wrong. And it could even be prejudicial to a person’s health….Not to mention that studying without having food in your stomach made people’s focusing levels drop. Yep, it did.

Ellie’s forehead and cheeks were still painted with blue, and she still had Willow’s Ravenclaw scarf around her neck but Ellie respected her stomachs wishes, turned around and made her way to the kitchen.
She’d wash all that blue out of her face right after she ate some cookies.

Some big, fat, chocolate cookies.

Clifford was NOT happy. Not happy in the slightest. Nuh uh.

SOMEONE had completely raided his supply of goodies and left him with one single, crappy, ruddy measly sugar quill. ONE sugar quill is what he had left from what had looked like a years supply of collecting sweeties. GRRRR!

... when he found out who had done that.

Seeing as he didn't have the supplies to fill up his stomach in the common room, the sixth year found himself marching down the kitchen corridor. The house elves were nice.. they'd have to make him cookies. Hmpf.

He was so keen on getting his cookies and getting out of there already, that he stormed right past a familiar looking Ravenclaw. ... except they weren't a Ravenclaw. Well, not normally anyway.

"Ellie?" He asked, skidding to a halt, head tilting to one side in confusion. "Did you switch houses?"

Eleanor remembered Emily telling her she didn’t like them , Willow saying they were ugly and Evangeline being scared of them.
Well, house elves weren’t pretty that was for sure, but they weren’t scary. They were just house elves… most of them were all grumpy and probably had never smiled once on her life but yeah, they weren’t scary.
At least they weren’t to Ellie.

Right in that moment, Ellie didn’t care if house elves were nice and pretty or grumpy and ugly, she didn’t even if the house elves that would give her cookies would be wearing a pink dress with yellow balls.
She just wanted the cookies, and at that moment, that was pretty much all that mattered.

Ellie someone far away in the end of the corridor walking in a not very amused way but she didn’t really pay much attention to the person, after all, he or she was a little too far to recognize, and Ellie just wanted to get her cookies asap because her stomach just wouldn’t stop complaining.

And seconds after, she heard a familiar voice saying her name. A pretty familiar one. Just as soon as she heard Clifford’s voice, Ellie stopped walking and turned around with a smile to see the older boy tilting his head. Humnm.. Ellie couldn’t tell what it was, but since the end of last year something seemed to be different about Clifford.
But maybe it was just that she needed a pair of glasses or something.
“Did I- Whaat?” She asked, looking confused. And then she remembered. “Ohh..” she touched her cheeks with her hands and then looked at them. “ Of course I didn’t Clifford. This..er.. this was just for the match.. I guess I was a little too excited about it.” Ellie answered with a smile. “I didn’t see you there.”

“Do I really look like..er.. Like I am a Ravenclaw?” The brunette asked, feeling a little concerned, as her right eyebrow popped up.
For real it was just a little bit of blue paint.. and a Ravenclaw scarf..

Of course Ellie didn't switch house! Clifford was so stoopid. He didn't think you were allowed to switch house.. she just looked all different decked out in blue! And not a good different either. Stoopid Ravenclaw. Hmpf.

"Oh, I was there," Clifford said, shoving his hands deep in his pockets and shrugging his shoulders casually. "I just wasn't shouting like a lunatic, that's all." Actually.. he hadn't really seen much of the match at all. Evangeline could be quiiiite the distraction. Hehe.

"And yes," he continued, his own eyebrow raising and hiding underneat his messy hair. "you DO look like a Ravenclaw. It's kinda scary actually.."

But of course Clifford was there. Clifford didn’t miss championship matches.
“ I didn’t shout like a lunatic.” Eleanor quickly snapped in reply not quite understanding why. “ I mean, I shouted, of course, but not even close to the way that I’d have shouted if it was you..I mean, the slytherin team playing.” the words just started to come out of her mouth, one fallowed by another.
Oh great, now her stomachs agitation was starting to affect her previous healthy brain.

Seriously, that was now starting to annoy her. Maybe what was different in Clifford was his hair. Yes, maybe he had cut it or something.
Or maybe it was his smell, maybe he had changed his perfume.
Changed his perfume?! Whaat? Since when did she even know how Clifford smelled like?

Clifford’s honest reply made Ellie’s brown eyes wide in shock. She didn’t really expect to look like a Ravenclaw.. she was just a supporter !
“ Holly Hippogriffs ! I don’t want to look like a Ravenclaw!” The brunette quickly removed the Ravenclaw scarf ,that was covering the Slytherin badge that was on her blouse, of her neck. “Is it better now? ”

It would be a lot worst if she looked like a Hufflepuff. But she would never paint her face in yellow or wear a yellow scarf anyways.

But Ellie hadn't shouted the way she would've shouted if it had been HIM playing? Clifford couldn't help but grin at her words.. even if she did quickly change them. "And I'd shout crazily if you were out there too!" He said truthfully, "'Cept if you were playing I'd be out there playing too." He'd never missed a game! Well, except for that time he was stuck in the hospital wing. Hmpf.

The sixth year couldn't help but gigglesnort at Ellie's attempts to un-Ravenclaw herself. He didn't blame her really.. who would want to be a Ravenclaw? EW! Her efforts though? Pssshh, they were crap.

"That won't do, silly," he chuckled, hands coming out of his pocket as he moved closer to her. "THIS is better." And with that, Clifford used his thumbs to rub the paint of both of Ellie's cheeks. THERE!

Now she seriously needed her cookies, the cookies she was supposed to be eating already.
Not that Eleanor didn’t like to be around Clifford, because she liked, but her stomach rumblings were obviously starting to affect her.
She was about to ask the older boy if he wanted to go see the elves to the kitchen with her when a grin started to show up on Clifford’s lips.
How curious, she had never realised how cute Clifford’s smile was. “ Oh.” She wasn’t really expecting to ear that he’d shout crazily if she was playing. “Thank you Clifford, it’s nice to know that. ” Ellie finally spoke, and then found herself biting the inside of her cheek not grin more widely than what she already was.
“ You’ve alw- er.. almost always been out there on pitch playing.” She’d almost forgot about the year Clifford turned into a squirrel. “To be honest, I can’t picture the slytherin quiddiitch team without Clifford Carden. ” The brunette admitted with a quick nod.

She couldn’t, really. He wasn’t seeker or anything but the slytherin team would be a major disaster without Clifford.
Well, at least that was her opinion.

“It won’t? Why? ” Ellie’s eyes widen a little bit more, and then she observed Clifford stepping closer to her.
What the heck was he doing? What the heck was he do- Oh, he was just going to clean the blue paint that was on her cheeks.
Ellie wasn’t really sure of how that happened, actually she wasn’t sure at all, but as soon as the Clifford’s thumbs touched her cheeks, she just left Willow’s scarf fall off her hands on to the corridor’s floor.

The brunette quickly grab it, she was sure Willow was not going to like to see her scarf with dirt. “I..er..I can’t see it, but if you say so, I guess that I’m just going to have to trust in your opinion.” the brunette spoke, and somehow she found herself trying to sound casual.

Trying..humpf.. like if she needed to try to sound casual. She was being casual.. totally casual.

What had posessed him to wipe the paint off Ellie's cheeks, Clifford wasn't entirely sure. He was just being a good Prefect! Yup, yup. He couldn't have members of his Slytherin clan wandering around out in public looking like icky Ravenclaws! It was just ... wrong!

Ellie though.. judging by the way she dropped the scarf she'd been holding, had apparently been startled by his actions. Oops. He'd totally just burst her personal bubble, hadn't he? "All better." Offering her an apologetic, sheepish grin, Clifford dropped his hands and took one step backward.

"And you're just being nice," he said regarding her comment about their being no team without him. SNORT! "Really.. you keep saying stuff like that and my head is going to get MA-HOOOO-SIVE!" Bwaha.

She actually didn’t know why she’d almost done that, but Clifford was the one that for several times in the last couple years had kind of avoided being less than a couple feet away from her.
Yes that was a logical explanation for her almost sighed of relive act.. she had been just..caught by surprise.
Right.
Ellie returned the older boy the grin. “Thank you.”

The brunette shook her head very slightly, and then moved her brown eyes towards Clifford. “I’m usually more realistic than just nice Clifford. Thought you knew that. ” the brunette said , with a smile on her lips. “Or do you think I’d lie to you eh?”Ellie asked, her right eyebrow slightly raised but she was still smiling. She would never lie to him, really. N-e-v-a-h.
Okay, only if she really, really, a bazillion reallys, had to.
The brunette chuckled at his next words. “ I doubt it.

“Ohh, I know I’m super suuupperr late in this but I never really had the change to tell you so, the brunette shrugged and then pointed her index finger to the boy’s badge. “Congratulations for the badge, Clifford Carden, Slytherin Prefect.” Ellie said, with a smile on her lips. She wasn’t going to say it but, Clifford Carden, Captain of the Slytherin Quidditch Team, sounded a waaayyy better.

There, Ellie seemed all normal again when he'd taken that step away. He must've smelled funny or something. Right, she'd taken a big whiff of his stinkiness and dropped her scarf in shock. That had to be it.

... did he really smell? Forgetting he had company for a moment, Clifford raised one arm and took a huge sniff of his armpit. Hmmm. He smelled normal. Like Clifford and essence of MAN. Eh.

"You could lie to me," he shrugged, lowering his arm. "So that you don't hurt my feelings," he stated with a nod leaning against the stone wall.

And then he got what had to be the most late congratulations this term. "Oh right.. yeah, thanks." He grinned crookedly, unconsciously straightening the badge pinned to his chest. "You don't uhm - have to call me that though.. just Clifford is still alright." Clifford Carden Slytherin Prefect was a bit long, no?

Eleanor’s eyebrows popped up at Clifford’s next movement, with na extremely confused smile on her lips, the brunette actually scratch her head for a second or two as she observed the older boy raising one arm put.
.. Ellie was about to ask what he was doing, but she decided not so say anything and simply cross her arms in a casual way.

“That’s an exception.” the brunette quickly said. “I suppose I’d lie to you if that wouldn’t make you feel bad… I mean, I’m sure I would do it.” Ellie didn’t really believe in lies to protect feelings. Not that she didn’t lie, she did of course, but there were things that hurt people’s feelings but still needed to be said. Sometimes people told lies that were simply pointless. Well, at least that was Ellie’s opinion. “I suppose that it would depend on the lie.” she continued almost in a whisper, then after a small pause, looked at Clifford and casually asked “Would you like me to lie to you ? If it was to protect your feelings, that is. ”

She wasn’t really sure if she would lie to him to protect his feelings. Maybe she would.. to be perfectly honest, just the picture of a hurt sad Clifford made her heart kind of hurt as well.

“Oh, don’t worry. It was the first and last time I called you that way. ” the brunette said. “ Clifford Carden Slytherin Prefect sounded ..er.. kinda odd.” she admitted with a half-grin.
She didn’t want him to get her wrong, to think she thought he was too stupid or too dumb or too whatsoever that he couldn’t be a Prefect.
Because, and independently of what her opinion was, he was NOT any of those things.

He just wasn't.

What a funny question to ask. Not HAHA funny.. just.. strange funny. Why was Ellie asking him if he'd like her to lie to him to save his feelings!? "Why?" He asked, suddenly suspicious, a crease forming on his forehead. "Have you.. done something? I mean.. why do you ask that?" Weird!

Frown still in place, Clifford simply shrugged his shoulders at her next comment. He was still suspicious. Hmpf. "It does.. but Prefect Carden sounds guuurd." He liked to think so anyway.

It was the look on Clifford’s face, especially the hiden wrinkle forming behind his messy hair, that made Ellie realize that there was a question coming.
“No! I haven’t done anything. I mean, you were the one who brought up this subject. I asked that just..” she made a small pause to think. There was actually not much to think, she had just asked because..er it was just for curiosity. Well, to be honest, she wasn’t very sure why she had asked. “.. just because. It was just a nice simple question.. no second intentions. ”

She smiled at him, arms still folded across her chest. “It does, yes.” and then the opinion that was supposed to be kept for herself slipped out of her mouth. “ Still, Captain Carden sounds a way better..”
Seriously, she was starting to think that it was better for someone to sew her mouth, because for some darn reason she just couldn’t keep it close.

Ellie sure was good at confusing him. Her question. It was kind of a strange question to ask out of sheer curiousity.. or maybe he was just thinking too much. When Clifford Carden thought too much, bad things normally happened. Stoopid brain.

Just when the crease of his forehead was disappearing though, it came back. And this time deeper than before.

... Captain Carden? Ellie thought it sounded way better?

Clifford couldn't stop his jaw clenching slightly. Oh, how many times he'd actually imagined that. Captain Carden. He didn't really like thinking about it anymore.. he'd lost his chance, and thinking about it just made his insides feel all... empty.

"But I'm not Captain Carden, okay!?" He couldn't prevent himself from snapping. "I'm not!" Oops.

The silence was starting to bother Eleanor. Since when chats her chats with Clifford had become so.. paused ?
Maybe she should ask Clifford if he wanted to go with her get home cookies. Yep yep! That was an awesome idea.
And she was about to do that when.,
.. Clifford spoke.
But what did all that matter? What did it matter if Clifford was feeling bad? uh? Who cared, right? She had felt pretty bad herself. She could just turn around ,tell him to compose himself, go get some cookies and head to the common room. What did she care anyways?

Apparently, she cared a lot.

Ellie’s brown eyes slowly widened.She had never seen Clifford act like that, and the thought that she was the one that made him act in such way, made her feel.. horrible. Yes, there was no other word, at least she couldn’t find another word, to describe the way she was feeling.
And it wasn’t Clifford’s snapping that made her feel worst, it was his expression.

For a miserable tiny second, the brunette girl could swear her heart was hurting so much that her eyes were going to start tearing.
The brunette bit her tongue in silence and just stood there looking at Clifford. She didn’t blame him, really, she had brought that subject up, it wasn’t his fault at all.. she should have known.. he had all the right to snap at her.

She wanted to tell him that it didn’t matter if he was Captain Carden or not. That if he wasn’t Captain this year, he would be next year. And that if he wasn’t the year after that it still didn’t matter, because he was still an incredible Quidditch player, and because of that he had everything to play in a great Quidditch team, and he would have an awesome career.
Yes, Ellie wanted to tell him all that, but she kept her mouth closed, she kept everything to herself.
She had already said enough.

“O-ok..” The brunette muttered. “I- I’m sorry Clifford…I didn’t meant to make you remember things you don’t want to.”

Clifford didn't mean to snap. Well, no.. actually he DID. The whole Quidditch captaincy? It was a sensitive subject. He didn't like to think about it, let alone talk about it. He supposed Ellie didn't know that though. It wasn't her fault. Heh.

He could tell from the look on her face that his snapping at her had left her surprised and admiring his shoes, Clifford shuffled his big feet nervously. He hadn't meant to upset her.. or - or scare her or something! Ellie was still his friend!

"No," he mumbled, still looking down at the stone floor, "I'm sorry.. I didn't mean to snap like that.."

Silence had taken over that corridor, again. Still with the feeling that her heart was hurting, Ellie observed Clifford shuffled his feet. She didn’t like that atmosphere.. it felt odd.
For some reason, Ellie actually preferred that Clifford had snapped at her and not at someone else because, well, that someone else could snap back at him..

She listened to Clifford’s words, but it took her a little while to answer back at him. Ellie just felt like she couldn’t speak at that moment.
The brunette shook her head, her chocolate brown hair swinging very slightly from side to side. “You have nothing to apologize for.” she said with a small smile, trying to sound as firm as she could, as she unfolded her arms, and, unconsciously , stretched her right arm to touch Clifford’s shoulder with her hand.

And a second after that, she realized what she was doing. Clifford didn’t like being hugged, touched or er.. kissed in the CHEEK as a gesture of gratitude for some chocolate cookies.

Quickly removing her hand from the older boy’s shoulder, Ellie folded her arms across her chest, again.
Gez, what was wrong with her fore Merlin’s sake?! She couldn’t keep her mouth closed and now her hands involuntary stretched to touch people’s shoulder?!

The brunette moved her brown eyes down for a minute before speaking again. “Sooo.. er..the end of the term is close, thank Merlin.” She said, and she found herself trying to sound casual again.
It was not the most clever thing to say but heck it was the first thing that came out of her mouth.