”A knit hat?” she said as she wrote down what he suggested. “Why a knit hat?” She flipped through the handout looking over the things he suggested. Sho was right, they weren’t bad as far as muggle clothes went. “And what about something more ‘formal’?” she asked looking over the ball gowns. “I think we’re supposed to pick that out too right?”

Sho nodded about the hats, "Yeah. They're common, comfortable, and sort of the equivalent of the pointy hats I think."

He looked through the examples and though about formal wear. Girl's formal wear was worse than guy's. They had an infinite amount of choices, but guys had about 2.

"Well girls are hard... Maybe for you it'd be something simple. No frills and swishiness. Well maybe a little swish. Some kind of streamlined dress with a simple pattern or a solid color."

”But they’re not pointy. How are you supposed to funnel all the thought waves and energy floating around in the air down into your brain without the conical hat?” Aggie was, although it wasn’t very well known, a firm believer in Duns Scotus’ believe that wearing conical hats increased learning because it funneled knowledge to its wearer and stimulated learning. That’s why she always wore one on test days.

Aggie flipped through the handout some more then finally landed on a simple blue dress. “Like this?” She turned the handout around and showed it to Sho. “Or is that not formal enough?”

"Uh... right... yeah," Sho said as he gave Aggie a quizzical look. "Well if you want pointy hats... then I guess you could wear pointy hats."

He looked at the dress she had found and nodded. It was a good shape and simple enough to be worn in most events. "That would be a pretty good dress I'd say. In fact, I'm sure you'd catch lots of attention with that."

"Attention?" She blinked at him and then looked at the dress again. "Why? What's wrong with it?" It was a simple capped sleeve blue dress with a square collar. The hem didn't seem to go to far bellow the knees and the girl was wearing what looked like comfy flats with it. "Is it the color? To bright? "

Camira thought about it for a minute. What she really wanted to do, she realized, is sit in her common room with some of her housemates. She hadn't even seen Nancy yet this term, except from a distance. Hopefully the girl was doing well. And she wanted to check with the first years to make sure they were alright. Mostly, she just wanted to sit in her chair by the fire until someone at least as half as amazing to talk to as Nico showed up, but that would most likely be pointless. Maybe she'd try talking to that Freya girl. She seemed all sorts of intelligence.

Anyway..."You know what. It's okay. I'm just a bit aggravated. This is what happens when I get too little sleep and too much reading of text books. I think I'm just going to go to the common room."

"Ok," Zeke said agreeably. He wondered if she wanted him to walk her back. Erm. Girls. They never just out-and-out tell you what they want, do they? He smiled at her.

Camira gave him a nod and stood up, grabbing her bag and double checking that she had everything in it. Yep. All her homework. Good. "I'll see you later, okay?" She leaned over and gave him a kiss on the cheek. "Don't get into too much trouble. Wouldn't want to have to hex anyone." And alright. Time to go. Maybe she would skip hanging in the commons and just go to sleep. Or at least lie in bed for a while.

"Alright. See ya," Zeke said with a wave and smile.

Nancy cocked her head slightly to the side as she thought about Mariel's question contemplating over which subject was the most mind-numbing, Herbology or History of Magic? That really was a rather tough decision actually but Nancy decided that the latter one probably was even more mind-numbing than Herbology so she answered with a small nod and a frown on her face, "No, I don't think there is. Shortly followed by Herbology, though." Giving Mariel a pointed look Nancy rolled her eyes as her gaze shifted towards one of the library windows and she watched an owl flying past it with a rather longing look on her face. Oh, she so didn't want to be in this library right now! Of course she wanted to be with Mariel, and Cam as well sort of, but not in the library. Why couldn't they all just hang out at the Lake or something? But no, they had to sit in here and do their homework. Stupid homework.

Talking of which, there was still that annoying History of Magic homework she had to finish, but there was some discussion-part to do as well so why not do that now? Uhm...right. Maybe because Nancy so wasn't exactly eager to at the moment? Well, but she had to do it some time sooo...With a small sigh she took out her History of Magic notes and looking back up at Mariel and Cam she said, "Well, Edgar Stroulger was the one who invented the Sneakoscope. So...uhm...what are we supposed to discuss exactly?" Hopefully something that they could get over with really quickly so that they could move on to more interesting topics.

Yes, speaking of which, back to Quidditch again...and the upcoming tryouts. Eep! Biting her lip Nancy quickly glanced at Cam before answering Mariel's question, "Tomorrow actually. That's like so soon! And I'm soo nervous!" She smiled at her sheepishly before adding, "So, how did your tryouts go then?" Hopefully Mariel was going to get onto her house team again at least.
Twirling a strand of dark-blonde hair around her finger Nancy was glad that Mariel didn't push the subject any further but moved on to Jack, the cat-kicker instead. With a frown on her face Nancy nodded sourly as the Ravenclaw asked her whether she'd met him again and said, "Yes, I have. Some time later that very day, actually. During that he suddenly exclaimed that I sort of had a crush on Jake-" She gestured towards the Library door before adding, "You know, that boy who just left, the one with the inky hair. I have absolutely no idea what made him think I was but whatever. It was pretty annoying, to be honest." She rolled her eyes at the thought.

Mariel mirrored Nancy's actions and pulled out her History of Magic notes as well since it appeared that Nancy was willing to discuss their wizards.Good, maybe she could stop procrastinating and get the dreaded assignment out of the way. "Sneakoscope, huh? Those things are pretty cool, actually..." Looking back over her notes, she said, "Um, I think we're supposed to compare our wizards and discuss which would have won in things like a duel, a dance-off, a debate, and a cook-off..."

"So, what do you think?" she continued, "A duel? Strougler seemed like a shifty kind of guy and I bet he knew some good hexes. He'd probably beat my guy in a duel cause I think Plumpton was too into sports to care about anything like duels..." Mariel looked to Nancy to hear her opinion and if she had anything to add about the others.

Changing the subject briefly to something more pleasant, she told Nancy in reference to tryouts, "Oooh, that's so exciting! I'll come cheer you on... unless that'll make you more nervous. But either way, I'm sure you'll be fine." Smiling somewhat, she added, "I think I did alright... better than last year, but there were a lot of good players. I hope we find out soon." Mariel wasn't the most patient of people and the wait made her exceedingly anxious.

The Ravenclaw girl grimaced slightly as Nancy continued about the cat-kicker, now known to be called Jack. Her grimace turning into a look a disbelieving shock as she mentioned him accusing her of some sort of crush on that Huffie boy that just left. A boy, who although he seemed nice enough, was one that Mariel was sure was not Nancy's type. Wait, did Nancy have a type? Well, Mariel had never noticed Nancy having that much of an interest in boys before, but, in Mariel's imagination, she was sure Nancy would go for a boy older than a first year and probably someone with blonde, not inky, hair. "That boy seems to have a rubbish sense of humor, not to mention completely immature" she said with a frown, referring to Jack the cat-kicker. That sounded like something an eight year old would think was funny, to go around spouting off about so and so fancying some random person. "Definitely trouble," she added with a nod. Not that Nancy wasn't already aware of that, he assaulted her cat after all.

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Hugo was still staring at Vannie, as though she were carrying some kind of infectious disease that he might catch if he got too close. Who knew? Ahem. She probably DIDN'T have anything nasty, just a flurry of contagious guilt. Because as she wandered towards him, he felt his chest tightening and his eyes widening until he resembled a fish. GASP. His mouth fell open slightly, and the book he was holding slipped from his grip. Was she honestly going to sit down with him? Please, Merlin, no!

Too late.

Groaning slightly, Hugo bent over to pick up his book. "Er, hi Vannie," he mumbled, flipping it open to find the page he'd been on. "Really? Why?" He asked, gulping.

Vanessa didn't know why she was still approaching Hugo. Especially after what had happened last time. And she really didn't want a repeat of that. But she couldn't deny that she hadn't enjoyed it. Who wouldn't. But she would never tell Hugo that. She wouldn't give him the satisfaction. And anyway Miles was much much much nicer to her. Hugo had probably only kissed her because she was a girl. She hadn't even thought that he liked her.

Letting her long hair flow over her shoulders, she gazed at her book, not wanting to look up at Hugo. "You know why!" She snapped, before cringing, she hadn't meant to snap at him like that. "We need to move on. I want us to be friends," She admitted quietly.

Hugo was trying very hard to do anything but look at Vannie. He found his page, and kept his eyes glued to the book. Just read, smile, and talk. Breathe in, and out, in...and out. ZOMGHYPERVENTALATINGBLEEH. He scrunched his eyes up, desperately attempting to keep the pinkness out of his cheeks as she snapped at him. Dude, what was her problem? Moody female! Hmph. "Move on?" He shrieked, before clearing his throat. Woah. That had been loud. Ooooops. "Move on?" He repeated, a little quiter, ogling at her in disbelief.

"Friends? FRIIIIENDS? Vannie, we will never be friends. You hate me, I kissed you. You're with Miles, he's my best friend. I can't share...and neither can you. It's weird. And twisted. And awkward," Hugo trailed off, staring down at his book again.

Vanessa jumped, as Hugo siuddenly shrieked. Okay maybe that was a bad idea. She really should have nown that they wouldn't be able to move on. Although she really wished that they could. She really wanted to be friends with Hugo. But maybe that wouldn't happen. It was probably just fate really.
If she hadn't been with Miles, it would probably have been so much different. But she would never ever wish to change it. Apart from to be friends with Hugo.

"I hate you?" She suddenly looked up at him. "I really doubt I would have kissed you if I hated you Hugo," She admitted sadly, knowing that it was going to sound bad. How could she love Miles but Like Hugo? It was messed up. "But surely we could try?"

For the second time in the term, Willow Kovac found herself wandering down the Library. No one would ever understand how much she detested libraries, and how at. . .unease she felt when in one. Well, maybe W--RIGHT. No one did. She could not allow herself to think that she had something in common with that person; it was just a dangerous thing to think about.

Flicking one strand of dark hair from her shoulder with impatience, the fifth year failed to notice Hugo talking to some other girl, as she made her way to the nearest table.

Stupid, stupid library.

But what could she do? It was not like she could actually do homework in the Ravenclaw common room. The place was always full of first years running around the place and causing mayhem. And cats. There were always cats inside that place. A delicate shudder escaped from her at this thought, as she took out her Ancient Runes textbook and some parchment out of her bag.

Now. . . where to start? Distractedly, the girl dipped the tip of her quill in the ink as she considered where to start.

Terry ...was in a dilemna. The book he was currently cradling in his arms was posing the most threatening of questions. Mr. RAWR had been feeling peaky recently, and he'd resorted to the library. Nerds knew everything right? And where did that knowledge come from? Book of course! So now he was flipping through one for pygmy puff care and it was asking him of all things, what kind of inter-galactic species it was within the pygmy puff family? Was it INSANE?! What kind of people knew that! Apart from nerds? Hrrrm, mebbe he should check Mr. RAWR's bloody adoption papers? HAH. One problem? He didn't HAVE any.

He felt almost close to tears. What if Mr. RAWR were to like have a heart seizure? Or end up with hypothermia? OR DIE?! He would never forgive then! WAHHH.

Hearing faint rustling behind him, Terry risked a glance over his shoulder, then started vibrating about on the spot in excitement as he caught sight of a brunette. WILLOW. WOOT. Mr. RAWR was saved! Hastily stuffing the stupid book into the shelf, he broke out into a crazy wait. NUUU. He was SO a dead duck. Immediately he froze to a stop, taking snail paces as he tip-toed towards the girl, glancing around for any glimpses of the scary librarian.

He quickly shot into the seat opposite. 'Willow!' He blurted out, his voice urgent. 'I'm in trouble! Mr. RAWR's deadly ill! And I think it's because I used the wrong bubble bath for him yesterday! He's allergic to strawberry!' Terry moaned, his face in his hands, 'And now he's turned this sickly shade of yellow! WhatdoIdowhatdoIdo? ...do you know?' Sucking in a deep breath, he realised exactly where he was. He belatedly took in her notes spread out in front of her. 'UH. Were you doing your work? Was I interrupting something?' He blinked some more, then tried to hide behind his dark hair. ' ...I mean ...Hai.'

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Terry ...was in a dilemna. The book he was currently cradling in his arms was posing the most threatening of questions. Mr. RAWR had been feeling peaky recently, and he'd resorted to the library. Nerds knew everything right? And where did that knowledge come from? Book of course! So now he was flipping through one for pygmy puff care and it was asking him of all things, what kind of inter-galactic species it was within the pygmy puff family? Was it INSANE?! What kind of people knew that! Apart from nerds? Hrrrm, mebbe he should check Mr. RAWR's bloody adoption papers? HAH. One problem? He didn't HAVE any.

He felt almost close to tears. What if Mr. RAWR were to like have a heart seizure? Or end up with hypothermia? OR DIE?! He would never forgive then! WAHHH.

Hearing faint rustling behind him, Terry risked a glance over his shoulder, then started vibrating about on the spot in excitement as he caught sight of a brunette. WILLOW. WOOT. Mr. RAWR was saved! Hastily stuffing the stupid book into the shelf, he broke out into a crazy wait. NUUU. He was SO a dead duck. Immediately he froze to a stop, taking snail paces as he tip-toed towards the girl, glancing around for any glimpses of the scary librarian.

He quickly shot into the seat opposite. 'Willow!' He blurted out, his voice urgent. 'I'm in trouble! Mr. RAWR's deadly ill! And I think it's because I used the wrong bubble bath for him yesterday! He's allergic to strawberry!' Terry moaned, his face in his hands, 'And now he's turned this sickly shade of yellow! WhatdoIdowhatdoIdo? ...do you know?' Sucking in a deep breath, he realised exactly where he was. He belatedly took in her notes spread out in front of her. 'UH. Were you doing your work? Was I interrupting something?' He blinked some more, then tried to hide behind his dark hair. ' ...I mean ...Hai.'

As much as Willow enjoyed Ancient Runes, the fifth year Ravenclaw had to admit that this was probably one of the most difficult assignments she'd ever came across with. It was just so ridiculously hard. With a deep frown, one of her hands shut the book in clear frustration, before remembering she was in a library, and the faint thud that she'd just produced while closing it could potentially annoy Madame Kohan. She knew how. . . intimidating the woman could be, after all. Like last term, for instance, when she'd been talking to--RIGHT. Bad, bad thought.

She shook her head trying to get rid off the thought.

A sigh escaped from her parted rosy lips, as she opened the book once again, deciding to give the book one last shot. If it didn't help her. . . well, she would just have to go and check the booshelves of the library and look for one that would. Again, she shuddered a little. Visiting the bookshelves didn't sound particularly appealing to her, of course.

. . . Or maybe she would not be visiting the bookshelves at all.

Not even looking up at the sound of a familiar voice, Willow's lips pursed for a second. Could Terry Saunders not see she was going through her own crisis? She could not even handle her own problems, let alone his. "What on Merlin's sake are you rambling about?" Said the girl with a frown, looking up to see him at last. Oh. . . He did look rather upset. But then, she was a bit upset, too. "Who's this Mr. Rawr person? and what do you mean with. . . Bubble bath?" That sounded oddly disturbing in her opinion. She blinked a couple of times at him, before deciding to just ignore his question; it was rather obvious that she was in the middle of something, but it wasn't like she was making much progress with her Ancient Runes homework, anyway. "Hello," murmured the girl, returning the greeting.

Terry Saunders, Willow was sure, had definitely LOST his mind.

Yesh, Terry was already regretting having bowled in front of a certain Willow Kovac for help. Hell, surely all those rumours about how scary stern she was had to SOME smidgen of truth to them? Maybe he should back away with all his body parts still intact?

A normal, SANE Terry would have done exactly that. Only that rational part had pretty much fled from him right now. Leaving the completely delusional Terry ...just there. BESIDES, he was desperate! Surely she must know how to save his beloved pygmy?

'Mr. RAWR?' Did she NOT know who Mr. RAWR was? Oh the shameeeeeee! He glanced up at her, his blue eyes huge in disbelief. 'Mr. RAWR is actually only the most sooper-dooper pygmy puff you will ever come across! And I got him only about three weeks ago. He has a very defined sense of hygiene! And every other day, I have to bathe him in a bubble bath with just the right amount of bubbles. He's allergic to normal soap, you see? Only I FORGOT, and now he's gravely ill! What kind of animal carer does that make me?' He threw his hands up into the air, then wilted, squishing his head onto his arms on the table. 'At this rate, I'm going to end up arrested by the Care of Pygmy Puff Federation or something!' He pulled up to look at Willow, pouting slightly in worry. 'Do you promise to bail me out if that ever happens, Willow?'

'Ahh, well isn't this awkward?' Clearing his throat, he attempted a smile despite the flush that was working its way over his cheeks. 'How've you been?'

As Nancy pulled out her quill out of her bag she simply looked at it for a while, then glanced at her History of Magic notes, back at her quill, again at her notes and then finally at Mariel a small grin spreading across her face. Leaning in slightly the third year bit her lip before asking, "Uhm...you really want to do this? I mean like now?" Yes, of course she'd been the one who'd started this whole History of Magic-assignment thing but thinking about it there was still lots of time for doing it, well, okay some time but whatever. There certainly were a lot of more interesting matters to discuss with her friend at the moment than whether Strougler or Plumpton would have won some stupid dance-off. "I mean, how about we do this...uhm...tomorrow?" Or the day after tomorrow. Next week? Not at all?

Aaaand again back to more exciting topics, top on the list of course: Quidditch! Duh. Nancy's bright blue eyes widened in shock at first at Mariel's suggestion of coming to the Slytherin tryouts tomorrow to cheer for her bu then her expression softened somewhat. Why not actually? At first she'd been totally horrified by the idea of an audience, even if it was one of her best friends, watching her but then she'd started to think that it maybe wouldn't be that bad after all since it might even keep her from completely freaking out at the tryouts. It might. Giving the Ravenclaw a beam Nancy therefore nodded enthousiastically while replying, "Oh, I'd love that!" She then cocked her head slightly to the side before adding with a small smirk on her lips, "Oooh. I see someone's being impatient here. No, seriously, I'm sure you did great. You need to tell me as soon as you know, promise?" All of a sudden a thought oopped up inside her head and she immediately continued, "Oh, you've got a new Quidditch captain, though, right? What's her name again?" Something with W...

Nancy frowned while giving Mariel an Exactly sort of look as her friend's facial expression turned into one of utter disbelief at her mentioning the topic of hers and Jack's discussion back that day at Diagon Alley. Rolling her eyes once again the third year nodded in agreement before saying, "True, so true. But what else to expect of a first year Hufflepuff." Upon realizing that Jake actually was a first year Hufflepuff as well she quickly added, "Uhm...I mean, of course not aaaalll are like that. Jake for example would never-" She left that sentence unfinished, though, since right at that moment the thing she'd wanted to say, which was something about that Jake would never randomly accuse someone of having a crush on somebody else, was sort of proven wrong by a memory which had suddenly appeared before her inner eye. Hadn't there been something about Cam and Jake spreading rumors about Dominic Denton having a crush on their new Care of Magical Creatures professor?
"Uhm...never mind. But yes, very rubbish sense of humor! I mean, gee, Jake's like at least two years younger than me and not-" Blonde? "-my type at all." Oh my, why were they even discussing this in the first place??

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Yesh, Terry was already regretting having bowled in front of a certain Willow Kovac for help. Hell, surely all those rumours about how scary stern she was had to SOME smidgen of truth to them? Maybe he should back away with all his body parts still intact?

A normal, SANE Terry would have done exactly that. Only that rational part had pretty much fled from him right now. Leaving the completely delusional Terry ...just there. BESIDES, he was desperate! Surely she must know how to save his beloved pygmy?

'Mr. RAWR?' Did she NOT know who Mr. RAWR was? Oh the shameeeeeee! He glanced up at her, his blue eyes huge in disbelief. 'Mr. RAWR is actually only the most sooper-dooper pygmy puff you will ever come across! And I got him only about three weeks ago. He has a very defined sense of hygiene! And every other day, I have to bathe him in a bubble bath with just the right amount of bubbles. He's allergic to normal soap, you see? Only I FORGOT, and now he's gravely ill! What kind of animal carer does that make me?' He threw his hands up into the air, then wilted, squishing his head onto his arms on the table. 'At this rate, I'm going to end up arrested by the Care of Pygmy Puff Federation or something!' He pulled up to look at Willow, pouting slightly in worry. 'Do you promise to bail me out if that ever happens, Willow?'

'Ahh, well isn't this awkward?' Clearing his throat, he attempted a smile despite the flush that was working its way over his cheeks. 'How've you been?'

So much for coming to the most peaceful place of Hogwarts to attempt to do Ancient Runes. It was very obvious that she would not be doing it now, not with Terry practically begging for her help with. . . Mr. Rawr. Whatever that was.

Rolling her forest green eyes at Terry's reaction to her question, Willow simply shrugged. So, she didn't know who was this Mr. Rawr person. What was the big deal about it? It wasn't like she knew many people, after all. People just somehow knew her name, and Willow had the idea it was because of the badge on her robes; well, she didn't mind that one bit, to be honest, besides--WHAT? "Mr. Rawr is a Pygmy Puff?" Asked the girl, one dark eyebrow jerking up at once. No wonder why she did not know who Mr. Rawr was. What kind of carer did that make him? "A very bad one, certainly." Sure it was bit too direct considering that Terry was not being his usual flirty self, but it was completely true. And Willow always told the truth--or at least she did the ninety-eight percent of the time.

Pygmy Puff Federation. . . Pfft "Calm down, Terry," Commanded Willow, using a not-so-quite tone of voice, and then rememebering where she was. "I won't be bailing out of jail, because you will not be going to jail. No one is going to be mad if your little furry animal friend dies." Her nose wrinkled. "Have you considered taking him to the Care of Magical Creatures Professor to see if she can, er, fix him? Or to the Groundskeeper?" Surely, those two were bound to know about animals, because she didn't. But she was not about to admit that. She was Willow Kovac, after all.

"Awkward? I don't see how," stated Willow, as she twisted one lock of her between her slenders fingers, and then flick it to the back. "Crazy, maybe. . .But not awkward." Upon noticing the flush on his pale cheeks, both of Willow's dark eyebrows jerked up. Fighting against the smug smile attempting to curl on her lips, the girl shrugged nonchalantly. "I've been alright. Busy, but good. And yourself?"

'Err, yesh. A pygmy puff,' Terry hesitated slightly, 'You've heard of them right? Bright balls of hot pink or purple? ...only they're living creatures?' He cupped his hands together, attempting to get across their sizes. His jaw dropped at her slightly blunt remark, and he found himself letting out a low chuckle despite himself. 'You know what? Thanks. Heh, your complete indifference to his is actually cheering me up. Clearly you've never kept a pet before, am I right?' He tilted his head, surveying her distractedly, then shook himself mentally, finding his gaze drawn instead to the shiny blue badge on her robes. EHH. He'd forgotten. ...Now, what to do? Pretend he hadn't noticed back on the train? Or act like he'd noticed the very second she'd entered? But surely that might look a little stalkerish on his behalf? She'd definitely leap to that conclusion. She already thought him an airheaded flirt who couldn't piece together two braincells in his brain, remember?

'Grats, on making it as captain,' The words suddenly spilled out, and he groaned to himself mentally. 'Are you any good then?' Ahh, way to cover up his previous slip-up. He raised an eyebrow, fighting to still his lips from twitching in laughter. She was going to strangle him soon, he could tell. 'Or were they running out of other alternatives?'

He sucked in a breath as she mentioned the possible death of Mr. RAWR. His fingers flew to his mouth, clamping down to prevent the squeak that nearly escaped. Merlin, he was feeling a little faint here. 'You wouldn't be saying that if you'd met him, you know.' Terry pointed out accusingly, then lightened up. 'You can meet him next time. ...and no, I'm not giving you a choice here.' Mwaha, she HAD to though! He crinkled his nose at the mention of professors. 'But then I wouldn't have an excuse to come badger---err, talk to you then, would I?' He told her, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.

'Crazy?' Terry echoed, narrowing his blue eyes in mock-warning. 'I hope that word's not referring to ME in this case?' Although he wasn't sure who else it could've been, really. EHH. 'I've been so-so. I--uhh, recently broke up things with Evo---my girlfriend.' Or should that be ex-girlfriend? He raised a hand conspirationally against his mouth, and his voice fell to a whisper, 'So ...anytime you're ready, I'll be waiting right here for you to make your moves on me,'

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'Err, yesh. A pygmy puff,' Terry hesitated slightly, 'You've heard of them right? Bright balls of hot pink or purple? ...only they're living creatures?' He cupped his hands together, attempting to get across their sizes. His jaw dropped at her slightly blunt remark, and he found himself letting out a low chuckle despite himself. 'You know what? Thanks. Heh, your complete indifference to his is actually cheering me up. Clearly you've never kept a pet before, am I right?' He tilted his head, surveying her distractedly, then shook himself mentally, finding his gaze drawn instead to the shiny blue badge on her robes. EHH. He'd forgotten. ...Now, what to do? Pretend he hadn't noticed back on the train? Or act like he'd noticed the very second she'd entered? But surely that might look a little stalkerish on his behalf? She'd definitely leap to that conclusion. She already thought him an airheaded flirt who couldn't piece together two braincells in his brain, remember?

'Grats, on making it as captain,' The words suddenly spilled out, and he groaned to himself mentally. 'Are you any good then?' Ahh, way to cover up his previous slip-up. He raised an eyebrow, fighting to still his lips from twitching in laughter. She was going to strangle him soon, he could tell. 'Or were they running out of other alternatives?'

He sucked in a breath as she mentioned the possible death of Mr. RAWR. His fingers flew to his mouth, clamping down to prevent the squeak that nearly escaped. Merlin, he was feeling a little faint here. 'You wouldn't be saying that if you'd met him, you know.' Terry pointed out accusingly, then lightened up. 'You can meet him next time. ...and no, I'm not giving you a choice here.' Mwaha, she HAD to though! He crinkled his nose at the mention of professors. 'But then I wouldn't have an excuse to come badger---err, talk to you then, would I?' He told her, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.

'Crazy?' Terry echoed, narrowing his blue eyes in mock-warning. 'I hope that word's not referring to ME in this case?' Although he wasn't sure who else it could've been, really. EHH. 'I've been so-so. I--uhh, recently broke up things with Evo---my girlfriend.' Or should that be ex-girlfriend? He raised a hand conspirationally against his mouth, and his voice fell to a whisper, 'So ...anytime you're ready, I'll be waiting right here for you to make your moves on me,'

A Pygmy Puff as a mascot. Seriously.

"I know what a Pygmy Puff is, Terry." The fact that she disliked animals did not mean she was not familiar with some of them. Unlike herself, the rest of her family was full of nature-lovers. Unfortunately. "I never thought I would say this, but you are right; I've never had a pet before, and nor do I want one right now." That was very true. Well, she did have Adolpohus but that lazy ferret did not count, for the thing did whatever it wanted to do.

Pretending not to notice the look this boy was giving her was the wisest thing to do, clearly. She could not--would not get worked up over that. Huffing under her breath, Willow opened her Ancient Runes once again and began to flip the pages until she found the right one.

His following comment, however, made her purse her rosy lips, and once she looked up to him again, glare directly at the boy, "Thank you so much for your confidence in me as Captain, Terry Saunders," said Willow, hissing the words. Stupid boy.

Since Willow was still upset about his commet, the girl simply shrugged at his horrorstruck expression. Really, though, it wasn't like she cared about his Pygmy Puff. She didn't even know the thing, after all--and even if she did, Willow honestly doubted she would. "I do not want to meet your Pygmy Puff, kid." Pfft. Meeting an animal. She could hardly stand Care of Magical Creatures classes, for Merlin's Sake. "Oh, I'm sure you would find an excuse to talk to me." Talk. More like annoy.

Ignoring his answer, the fifth year focused on the last part of his little ranting. So he had broken up with Evolette? Huh. Well, that explained why the girl had acted a bit. . . odd during the train ride. Coughing so she could hide the snort that was attempting to escape from her, Willow finally looked at him as she brushed her bangs out of her eyes. "If I were you, I wouldn't hold my breath for that to happen, you see? Obnoxious boys with flirting issues that happen to own Pygmy Puffs are not exactly my cup of tea." Did she have a cup of tea? To be honest, Willow wasn't sure she wanted to know that just yet.

Mariel let out a long, low breath as Nancy pulled out her things, apparently intent on doing homework. Well, they were in a library, so that was probably to be expected. And Mariel did start talking about the most boring subject offered at Hogwarts. Yet, relief swept over her face as Nancy seemed hesitant to actually work on any homework. An unladylike snort nearly escaped her lips as the Ravenclaw girl said, "No, not really. Tomorrow sounds great." But never sounds better. Maybe she was the stereotypical book-loving Ravenclaw, but that didn't mean Mariel jumped at the chance to do homework. Especially History of Magic homework. That would probably get put off till the night before.

Mariel's face lit up as Nancy seemed eager for her to watch tryouts. And watching Quidditch was the next best thing to actually playing it. "Great, I'll be there, and I know you'll be brilliant." That would be so awesome if they both made their House teams. She grinned sheepishly as Nancy called her out on her impatience. "It's just soo hard to wait. But I bet the rosters will be put up in a day or so." At least she hoped, the wait seemed to take forever. "But thanks," she added with a slight blush. The Ravenclaw girl nodded in response to her friend's next question. "Yep, we got a new captain, Willow.. something. She was on the team last year too, good player." Mariel shrugged. She didn't know the girl at all outside of Quidditch, but she seemed like a decent captain. She certainly knew her Quidditch.

Donning a sour look as conversation turned to cat-kicking Jack, Mariel nodded in a knowing manner. Yes, what would one expect from a first-year Huffie? She then raised an eyebrow as Nancy abruptly stopped and seemed to hesitate. Mariel wasn't sure what that was about, so she discreetly shook her head as if to shake those thoughts away. "Right," she said as Nancy continued. "I mean can you imagine someone thinking you had a thing for an eleven year old?" she said incredulously. "Everyone knows girls are much more mature than boys, so it would be obvious that girls would be interested in older boys" like those red-headed twins on the cover of that book they were reading last term. Wait... what? "I mean, eventually," she added with a slight blush. She wasn't really interested in any boys just yet, she didn't think.

Wanting to change the subject quickly, the thirteen year old glanced out the window. Why was she inside again? What on Earth were they doing in the library on such a beautiful day? "So, um, do you want to get out of this stuffy old library and go do something else?" It seemed as if Nancy had as much desire to study as she did, maybe they could find something more fun to do.