Kayla had to laugh, "Oh yes you are rather charming Gabben" she admitted. She tilted her head to the side and looked at him curiously, "Why would my boyfriend..."she had to smile at that because she never referred to Nico as her boyfriend..."be upset?"

*He rolled his eyes but kept them on his books.*
"Never mind then, it's not my place."
*He started packing up his books.*
"Where would you like to go?"

Kayla shook her head as she packed up her stuff and put it into her bag. "I am allowed to have male friends you know" she murmured as she stood up, "And I wish you boys would just say what you are thinking" she added in a grumble. "How about the lake, I haven't been down there in a while?"

"Alright, the lake it is." *He pulled his back on to his back and started to walk out.*
"If we did say what was on our minds girls would never talk to us."
*He smirked a little.*
"Girls never ever say what they have on their minds."

Gliding quietly into the library, Professor Kazimeriz spotted one of his students across the room. He pulled out his wand and cast the canary transfiguration hex quietly at the young boy, smirking.

Kazimeriz was pleased to see another of his students studying. He turned his wand on the small girl, casting again quickly-- the bat bogey hex. Let us see if she is vigilant even while studying quietly. he thought, bemused.

ooc: sorry it took me so long- you may have an extra day or so to turn in your homeworks because I didn't post this until today.

Sneakily, and with the agony aunt poster in his hand, Miles, trying to be as stealthy as possible creeped in and out of bookshelf isles. He was trying to find a perfect place to stick this poster, somewhere people would see it perfectly. And that way, he would earn extra credit. Which was always fun!

At the edge of the isle, on the corner of the shelf, was a blank space which was very fitting for this poster, at the study area. Hehe. He put it against the wall and uttered the spell, as it was a library. "Avexis."



Wheeee! Miles laughed to himself and quickly scuttled out of the library.

Note to self: no permission request

"All around." Cela agreed, "There's enough to last the rest of our years at Hogwarts, or at least another adventure or two." Cel informed her friend, gloved fingers closing around the jewellery box and caressing it appreciatively. "Lachlan the Lanky! I didn't think of hiding any there. Room of Requirement though. If you feel the need for sugar, Celandine's candy stash is right there!" Cela smiled brightly, referring to herself in third person.

"You are right though, Only really see Kayla up there for classes, she likes Slytherin and Hufflepuff people best I think. Boys mostly."

Copernicus perused the stacks around the study tables as if looking for something specific before he came to an opening and gave a passable look of surprise at spotting Cela and Daphne sitting at the table. Rehearsing how he was going to greet the girls in his head, Cope headed for the table.

Every attempt at nonchalance went south when he got there. "Erm. Cela and Daphne. Good morning to you. I... how are you?"

Celandine sat up straight upon hearing Cope's voice. She turned and smiled up at him brightly. "Ok, Cope! Daphne gave me this!" Cela slid the jewellery box containing the locket, towards Copernicus. "It hasn't got any pictures yet. I have too many friends to choose from! I told Daphne that I'll just put in there whoever I get pictures of first, then she had the great idea to put a picture of you and one of Plymouth in there! I could just get lots of pictures and keep changing them around." Cela struggled a little, but managed to push the chair next to her out with her foot. "Sit?" she invited, looking up at him hopefully.

"Uh, sure," he fell into the chair and lounged there, giving Daphne a hooded look. What was SHE up to? Suggesting HIS picture in the locket? She didn't even like him. "I... I don't have any pictures of myself, actually. You should maybe put pictures of your brothers in there. You could swap those out... with Plymouth's."

Daphne simply nodded and smiled as she thought she should when Celandine went on about candy. She wasn't nearly as interested in sweets as Celandine was. At least, not the kind of sweets her Ravenclaw friend liked. Miss Hopton was quite partial to almond cookies, cream puffs and pastries though. "Yes, I suppose going up all those stairs would be too much work for just--boys."

At least it was for Daphne Hopton. Who needed boys so badly? Especially Hogwarts boys. Daphne hadn't yet found one who was--spectacular enough.

Oh, dear. "Good morning, Copernicus." Daphne tried not to grit her teeth and instead smiled tensely, before sighing softly to herself. Why was looking Kettleburn in the eye so difficult all of a sudden? Did it have to do with having confirmed his bad intentions towards Celandine? Of course, it had to be that. No one who rolled around the Pathways with a compromised girl (who was compromised with your brother! albeit by marriage) had good intentions about anything.

Laughing softly, she rubbed her chin with the back of her index finger, turning her head away from the two. Just when would Hopton learn to put a filter between her brain and her mouth? "Oh, you know me. I'm always just brimming with great ideas. Heh. Hah."

If she was lucky a random bird of carnage would swoop into the library and carry her off to its nest of death.

"Good morning, Miss Daphne," Copernicus nodded to her before pulling the locket the rest of the way across the table to look at it. "You have excellent taste in jewelry. Probably preferable to the trinket I bought," he laughed weakly.

"Oh but I have more brothers than there are spaces for pictures anyway. And I'd never want to look at pictures of Nico, Adri, Bear or Keiran." Celandine giggled, "Cos I'm the pretty one anyhow." Celandine pulled one knee close to her chest and leaned her cheek on it, "And if I have a picture of Plymouth, I need one of you too." she informed him.

"Depends on the boys." Celandine responded, "I bet, if she liked Ravenclaw and Gryffindor boys she'd be up there all the time and my candy stash would risk discovery." Cela was of course referring to boys and candy as two seperate things this time.

"You know, you really are." Cela agreed. As far as Cel was concerned Daphne was made of good ideas, even if she needed help implementing them on occassion. But thats what friends were for.

"It is pretty." Cela agreed happily before cocking her head at Copernicus, "But you know I really, really like the trinket you gave me." And because she was all gloved up, Celandine licked the pink bracelet in illustration of her point.

"I don't HAVE any pictures," Copernicus said, his voice all agitated. "Listen... I..." Ugh. It was hard not to be distracted when she was LICKING his gift. Why... was she licking the bracelet?

"I'm glad you like it. I, um," he swallowed. This was HARDER than it should be. "I need to talk to you."

Celandine was completely oblivious to the tone Copernicus was using. She brought her other knee up and twisted about so her feet were tucked under herself. She nodded, "Okay, you can talk." She grinned happily, "But, ooooh! We can research! Shielding the zap! How neat will that be if we don't shock anymore! Andandand it will be applying lessons from class so we can't really get in that much trouble!" Cela was clearly in a good mood, and very excited about the idea of dezappifying.

"I don't think I can do research with you anymore, Celandine," Copernicus finally managed to blurt out. Oh, smooth, Kettleburn. Way to let her down easy and avoid the wibble. He glanced at Daphne, but she already disliked him and wasn't going to offer any sort of support. "I don't think it's right."

Cela tipped her head slightly, "Oh, how come? OWL studying getting a bit too much for you, Copernicus?" She paused, "You don't think my research is right?" As in... he thought it was wrong? That she was wrong?

"But the whole point of research is to make things right!" Cela extended her hand, "Don't you want to get rid of the zappy thing too?"

"Yes, OWLs are getting to be too much," he sighed with relief at that excuse. It was the easy way out, but at least he didn't have to hurt her feelings. Except... except that now she WAS taking it personally, which he hadn't intended.

"I think your hypotheses are sound and your research is good. I mean that I can't spend time helping with your research because... I can't be alone with you anymore. It isn't... proper." There, Daphne would like that.

Celandine just looked at him and rested her chin on her hand, "We aren't alone now." Celandine smiled at Daphne for a moment before cheerfully looking back at Copernicus, a stop-being-silly look painting her features.

Copernicus sighed and put his head down on the table. What was the right way to say this? Pull off the bandage quick and hope for no tears? Yes, that was probably best.

"Celandine. You are my brother's girlfriend, and it really bothers him that I kissed you. It would bother me too, so I can totally see where he is coming from. So that means... that... I have to stay away from you. From now on. I don't know if we can even be friends, unless Plymouth is okay with it."

Cela's smile faded and she stared at Copernicus wide-eyed. Wait what? Not friends anymore? Like... like with Metal-mouth?

She let out a little whimper, "You... don't want to be my friend anymore?" Ohhh what was going on? Everything was sooo flipped on its head these days. Cel dropped her head to the table and pressed her forehead against the wood for a moment.

"Okay. Okay Cope, whatever you say." She told him finally, in a quiet, and injured little voice before standing up and picking up the locket that Daphne had given her. She shot a tiny little smile at Daphne before turning on her heel and losing her nerve, fleeing from the library.

Copernicus laughed bitterly and hit his head against the table. "Want has nothing to do with this," he muttered before sitting up and looking at Daphne. "I'm sorry I had to do that. I know it doesn't endear you to me any, but... yeah. I had to try to do the right thing." WHY was he explaining himself to Hopton?

Awkward moment; an embarrassing or inconvenient occurrence usually caused by lack of social grace.

In this case, Daphne Hopton was certain it was simply caused by her utterly undeniable string of bad luck. After Celandine had inexplicably (giving her a most disturbing sensation) licked her pink bracelet, things just had gone downhill. For her sanity's sake, Miss Hopton had pretended to be duly interested in their conversation; all the while fiddling with the ends of her hair.

Especially when they were bring up the whole--Haaa! "Excuse me?" squeaked Daphne slightly. She was under the impression that they had uh--frolicked, and erm, rolled around all over the grounds. Kissing was taking Kettleburn's delinquency to new heights! Feeling hot and feint all at once, she fiddled with the pink spade in the basket.

And then Kettleburn was being a complete dunderhead by ending his friendship with Celandine Toussaint. Who in return look extremely dejected and left the library. Ohhh, stomach, this would be a bad time to give me indigestion.

Or was that some kind of sense of sympathy afflicting her body? "Well, that went well," she spoke sarcastically nervously fiddling with the items on the basket. The pink gardening supplies and tools Celandine had given her. Oh. Oh. What's this? Was Kettleburn speaking at her? "Well," she spoke with a blink. "If I must be honest with you--I think the chances of me being fond of you vanished a long time ago."

Harsh? Mayhaps. "This was all of course, before the "incident"," finished Daphne in a whisper, leaning in towards Copernicus' sad face. Leaning back on her chair she thought over the situation. Someone besides herself would feel some kind of pity for the boy, after all he was torn between two people he clearly cared about; albeit in different manners.

All his fault anyways. Bah. "However, do you think pushing Celandine away will patch things up with Morgan?" commented Daphne pulling out a seeds packet. "For all I know his trust in you is forever damaged. Never to be repaired. Tragic really."

...Now that she thought about--she probably wasn't helping Kettleburn much. Smiling tensely at him, she reached out and patted his arm awkwardly. "There, there. It was very honorable of you, though."

"All I have left is honor, I suppose, since I keep seeming to do the wrong thing," Copernicus slid his arm out from under her hand, his expression and posture stiff and unyielding. She disliked him, but he'd never understood why. All he'd done was be polite to her, and it had always seemed to offend her. And Plymouth ran at people with his head down and his eyes closed, and they loved him for it.

"I don't expect to maintain a relationship with either of them. I don't deserve to, I suppose. You know..." He pushed to his feet with a proud lift of his chin. She just brought this side out in him. The only person who could probably out-proper him, and she was SO unlikeable. "You are very unpleasant."

She laughed, back against the chair eyes fixated on Copernicus Kettleburn's face. Ever the image of a self-absorbed young lady who could honestly care less about what others thought of her.

Even if the truth was otherwise.

"I get that often," she replied flatly. "Is there something else you want to say? I might be unlikeable but at least--"

Don't take it there, Daphne, warned a male voice in her head and her honey eyes swept sideways looking for an external subject to release her deadly glare on. The pent up snark had to be channeled somehow.

"I suppose I deserved that," she admitted lastly stroking her chin. Her ridiculous vendetta against Kettleburn had to be reconsidered. Mother would have a conniption if she found out she was going around Hogwarts, making her unpleasant behavior known and gaining enemies. "But liking you is very difficult for me. I don't think you'll ever understand."

Do you even understand, Miss Priss. Do ya?