As he watched Cameron do his thaaaang for the camera, Jake sifted through his pockets, mainly on the lookout for something to do. He was so boooooored... A round object caught Jake's attention, and he pulled it out to see what it was.

"Spellotape... extra sticky..." Jake murmured, looking around him. What kind of havoc could he do here then? Am I kidding... there are so many oppur- CALE!!!!!

Jake's eyes went bright as he eyed the boy with the looooooong hair stretches on either side of his face... oh how they irked him. Cale looked like his vision wasn't a hundred percent back yet, so Jake ampled up stealthily, until he was stood by the boy.

Silently pulling it away from the reel, Jake waited until there was a random long part, somewhere over where Reese's hair was, as he hadn't quite learnt the art of breaking the Spellotape off.

Suddenly and without warning, Jake flung his hands up, getting the whole sideburn under the Spellotaple somehow. Before anyone could do anything, Jake yanked the tape back, catching some of Reese's hair.

"Uh oh," Jake muttered, backing away. Girls went crazy over their hair, way more than Cale ever would [/dramatic irony], so now was NOT the place to be. Eyeing the one sideburn he now held, Jake turned and legged it down the corridor and out of sight.

It was more torture for the boy to have to remove the other one later.

Serves him right for the swirly incident... I'm a mixed up kid!

Reese was still lingering around Cale,making sure he was alright and everything.That bright light must have hurt his eyes....I'm mean, it was REALLY bright. She stood beside Cale as he talked to the girl that took the picture.Hmmmm.She was taking pictures for te yearbook?Interesting.At least Cale was blocking her,so she wouldn't be in that picture.Bwahaha.

Before Reese could do anything,she noticed Jake had,somehow,cam up to Cale and her.Why did her come from?He was just over therrre.Her eyes grew wide when she watched Jake stick a piece of tape on Cale's sideburn and he...yanked it off?Then,the tape landed on her hair.Ohmygosh.hen he yanked it off her hair,she SCRRRREAMED.

"AHHHHHHHHHHHH,"she exclaimed."My hair!" She felt the side of her hair where she felt the little spot on the side of her head that was bald from the stupid tape.It HAD to be noticeable. "My hair,"she exclaimed,again. She was about to cry. She had a tiny bald spot on the side of her head.Grrrreat.

Cale continued blinking as the dots in front of his eyes finally vanished. "There, I'm ok now," he said with a smile.

Then, suddenly, everything started happening at once. One minute, little Huffie brat was in front of him and the next, he had vanished as the commotion in the corridor turned to the Slytherin kid. A second later, he felt something connect with the side of his face, almost like it was something sticky. "Reese, what in the name of--" but before he could finish his sentence, he heard a RIPPPPPPP right near his ear.

He turned and saw the kid running away before there was a sudden shock of pain to the left side of his head. "Ooooooowwwwwwwwww!" he cried, cupping his hand over the spot where he had just been Spellotaped, muttering a few not so nice words as he rubbed his cheek. Was this what it felt like to be a muggle woman, the ones who got their eyebrows waxed and essentially ripped out of their heads? It hurt soooooo bad! It stung like no other, and he was actually surprised he wasn't bleeding. He felt numbly up at the spot that was stinging, and he realized something very, veryyyyyy terrible had happened.

There was no sideburn. It was like it had been shaved clean off his face.

"OH NOOOOOOoooooo!" he cried in horror. He had no sideburn! He must look so, so...hideous and deformed! Worse yet, his sideburns were uneven. There was one sideburn on his right side, but not on the left. That was almost worse than having no sideburns at all.

Anger swelled up inside the prefect and he clenched his fist, heading in the direction the Huffie had just gone. Why on Earth did he not know that kid's name already? "WHERE IS HE?" he practically roared. "I'm gonna get that little kid!" he cried.

Reese,who was still spazzing out over the bald spot on the side of her head,looked at Cale. "I DON'T KNOW WHERE HE WENT?!"she exclaimed. "BUT I'M GOING TO KILL HIM THE NEXT TIME I SEE HIM!!!" She took her hand off the side of her face and said, "how bad does it look?" It was going to take foooorever for her to grow her hair back.

Plymouth lead Daphne out of the war zone and up the stairs to the second floor. If there was a war or a huge epic battle about to be break out - Plymouth wanted to be near the HeadMan.

"I'm not ignoring you, Daphadil. I was just a little distracted. You know, the corpse and the murderous nursing escapee. Pretty sure some kid hexed another one." And funnily enough, Plymouth didn't feel like this was too absurd of a scene. Nothing surprised him when KaziMURDERiz was around.

Plymouth dropped her hand when they were safely away from the maniacs and started to twirl his watch around his finger. It was a VERY nice watch. And he was partially distracted from the horrors of the Ravenclaw Common Room. "So. Daphee. You know how to take care of a cactus? You should probably name it before it gets too much older."

"I believe the cactus is the last of my worries, Plymouth. "But Cactus are rather easy to take care of. They don't need a lot of water, just proper artificial sunlight. I'll set up something underneath my bed." mumbled Daphne glancing over her shoulder at the stairs they had just ascended from. If she saw a suspicious head appear, she'd throw the prickly plant at the attacker's face, hex and run.

That sounded like a fool proof plan.

Plymouth's feelings over having his gift used a projectile weren't considered in the plan making.

So as to make up for it, she reluctantly thought of a name for the plant. "Leopold. I shall name him Leopold. Which brings me to our conundrum," Daphne wasn't sure how exactly the name Leopold had to do with the fact that Plymouth was in love with her but she'd take any excuse at the moment to rid herself of said curse. "Did you honestly mean what you wrote on the letter?"

Letter? Plymouth scratched his head. What letter? Plymouth didn't know. "Well, Mum always taught me not to lie. So, if I wrote something, you can bet I meant it," he answered. That was typically true, too.

"Leopold? I .. .well I LIKE it! I would have probably went with Lump or Prickle, but clearly you're much more classy than me." Plymouth laughed and leaned back against the wall where he sighed as his mind moved slowly back towards his HUGE PROBLEMS.

Suddenly, the cactus seemed even pricklier and the paper balled up in her first seemed heavier. Clearing her throat, Daphne sought the opposite wall for comfort and a sturdy place to keep her off the ground.

Not again! Her undeniable charm and lustrous golden hair had stolen yet another heart. Daphne Hopton, however, wasn't interested. At least, not in anyone at Hogwarts.

Sigh. Why did being her have to be so troublesome?

As she lamented the side-effects of beauty, Daphne didn't pay attention to anything Plymouth was saying and instead found him laughing pleasantly to himself. Surely, he was celebrating the fact that he was in her vicinity. Frankly, Daphne couldn't blame him.

"Well, Plymouth," spoke Daphne determinedly, turning around to face him. "I think you're very sweet. Yes, you are undoubtedly very touchy feely and have a high disregard for personal bubbles. You insist on changing my name despite knowing my actual name and--What I mean is--I'm flattered, really."

Except, are you out of frackin' mind?!

"But I can't accept your--whatever--it is because I am not in love with you." Past experience told Daphne that it was best to do it fast, like ripping off a band-aid.

"Wha!?"
Miranda was happily minding her own business, sort of, when suddenly a scream fest interrupted her concentration. She didn't know what had happened, but turning around she saw them there, the curly haired Prefect and his friend, without some parts of their hair.
Shocked, and slightly horrified at the scene before her, Everyone knows not to go for the face or hair!, Miranda didn't know what to do. As if with a reflex, the camera was still held high in her hands, the stress and shock and...and...shock! And ya'll know what that means.
*flAshY!
"'Oh! Sorry!" she blinked and backed away, trying not to walk into someone. "What happened to you? Is this some sort of new fashion...thing?" Some people just don't know when to stop.

"Wha...?" Plymouth laughed at Daphne. "What are you on about? That's not how Christmas gifts work. I give you something, you say thanks, maybe give me a hug, and then we go have egg nog and be merry. Surely the Christmases of the Rich and Famous aren't so different from the Christmases of the Carnies and Tent Dwellers?" Plymouth, again, was laughing at Daphne. She was just so entertaining ALLL the time. "Keep the cactus and stuff or you'll hurt my feelings and I don't need any more of that today."

Cale blinked as ANOTHER blinding flash went off in front of his face. What was going on?!? First the surprise candid shot, then he got his sideburn waxed off, now more pictures? GASP! What would happen if the pictures of him and Reese got out and into something like the yearbook? He could probably stop it from being published in the Quill but OH NOES! His reputation was on the line!

"What is going onnnnnnnnn!?" he asked, stumbling over his own two feet as the colored dots began to dance in front of his pupils again. The side of his face still hurt, and he was pretty sure he looked really dumb right now. "Nooooooo, it's not a fashion statement. I was...I was...shaved against my will!" he cried dramatically.

BRIGHT FLASH.Argh.Reese turned her attention towards the girl with the camera. "WHAT WAS THAT FOR?!"she exclaimed. Why did that girl have to take a picture of her?With a bald spot on her head?She was going to pay for that.Big time.Bwahaha.

Reese looked at Cale as he started to talk to her,but Reese didn't wasn't going to reply to that question.Fashion thing?Ohhhh,yeah.It's a fashion thing to have some of your hair shaved off.She rolled her eyes. Reese stepped away from Cale and walked over to the girl. She yanked the camera out of her hands and stepped a few steps away from her. She wanted to smash that camera against the wall.This picture WAS NOT going to be in the yearbook.No,sir.It wasn't.

"This picture..."Reese looked at the camera then back to the girl. "Is NOOOT going in the yearbook.You understand?" She held the camera close to her and looked at Cale.It was a funny sight seeing him without a sideburn.But,she felt bad for him.He had a reputation to hold onto.And this little incident will probably make him the laughing stock of the school. Reese turned her attention back to the girl...waiting for her reply.

Carnies?

Tent Dwellers?

Egg Nog?

I bet your pardon? "Plymouth, I'm going on about this letter!" exclaimed Daphne shaking her fist, the crumpled parchment balled up inside it. "Why are you acting like--" Ohhh. Did all boys act this way upon rejection? Pretend they hadn't declared their love to her after all to save their macho egos? Probably. A flash coming from the side made her blink repeatedly and she turned her face slightly to notice one of her Prefects fumbling on the floor, the one side of his face bright red and--and...

What had happened to one of his abnormal sideburns?!

Glancing down at her cactus and back at Plymouth, Daphne decided that between Cale Newell, Professor Vindictus and herself, she was certainly better off at the moment. "Very well, I'll accept your cactus but don't think for a second that this means you can hold my hand whenever you want to."

Err.

"Thank you."

Plymouth gave Daphne the look she so deserved: the "you've lost you're thinker" look. "Maybe you should go get some rest," Plymouth reached to feel her forehead. "Hmm. No fever. You are a little warm though."

And with the CHAOS in the hallways ... "Want me to walk you to your Common Room? The halls are a bit... mad today..." Newell. N-EWWWW-ell. Plymouth's mind wandered to Anna, a subject that was confusing but didn't HURT his wee baby heart.

Robert nodded slowly as Lyra spoke. I know you mean well... the but part of that sentence left hanging in the air. This seemed familiar to him somehow.

As he tried to comfort her his attention was drawn to the kids down the hall and at her words his brow furrowed and he nodded slowly, "Umm...sure." Something that she needed to come clean about? He nodded down the hall, "Let's go to the Room of Requirement. It's too cold outside." And it was quieter where no one who happened to overhear could misjudge. He wrapped his arm around her though it didn't feel quite the same. He was unsure of what was going on but he had a feeling this wasn't going to be a good thing. Or would it?

Lyra nodded her head. She had to be honest on all accounts and there was a part of her that felt as though she was hurting Christian all over again. She couldn't go through this again. Every time seemed to get harder and harder but Robert was a nice guy. She hoped that this would all conclude on a good note.

"Room of Requirements sounds good," she said as she didn't pull away from his arm being wrapped around her. It was comforting and something she wanted at the moment.

For a moment, Daphne considered trying to get some sense into Plymouth's shaggy pretty little head; however, decided that she'd let it go for the time being. After all, the young man was probably very near a psychological melt down. "I suppose there's nothing wrong with that," she mumbled pocketing the letter. "You can be my shield."

Cam frowned when Jake had told him that poking wasn't right and that poking wasn't really that much of a good thing to do. Well he had the rights to poke anyone since it was a free country (well he wasn't sure if the Wizarding World was a free country) and still outreached his poking finger so that he could poke Cale's stomach yet again and tried to put some force in it.

Still realizing that the girl was still there, he stopped with his poking and continued doing poses and didn't really know how to do the snake or whatever it was so he just did some lame poses whether or not the camera liked it or not. The flash made his eyes... all hurt and everything so with his eyes closed he started to move all around the corridor until his eyesight was all better.

"I can't see, I can't seee!"

But while he was complaining, he heard a scream, well two screams actually and he forced his eyes open to see that... Cam was laughing out loud right now after witnessing the loss of hair that Cale and Reese had. Jake was nowhere to be found so he guessed that he had done it.

"Youu, hehe," he continued in his laugh, "Awwe, wittle Cale and Reese lost haiwy hair?"

Then he couldn't really hold it in him anymore. "BWAHAHAHAHAHAAAA!"

What was up with people screaming all the time?! If she wasn't holding her prised possesion of a camera, Miranda would have put her hands on her ears to block the noises. Now the younger Slythering was complaining aswell. Boys. When the older kids began to react to the newest flash, she was about to tell them not to talk at the same time. What's going on? What was that for? Helloooouuu, the camera, yearbook, remember? Miranda raised an eyebrow at the curly haired Prefect, gosh he was such a drama queen. Sure he looked a bit...odd with one sideburn. She snorted.

Sighing and looking at the two elder students, Miranda wondered why they kept on screaming. First they yelled because of their not so approved hair removals, and now- Oh...
Why was the girl coming at her? And why was she looking so angry? Miranda should run or something, but the lingering shock made her freeze and look up as something towered over her. Not good, not good, not good!
Miranda gasped as her gigantic camera was removed from her hands. Blinking, she flexed her hands feeling there was something missing in them and tried to think of why the girl would do such a thing.
"This picture...? Oh! Oooohhhh...." Miranda gulped. She had no idea how to remove the pictures in that camera. It wasn't like a muggle camera, with the rolls of films... "I...I..." She looked like a fish, her mouth opening and closing when she didn't know what to say. Although, if the girl managed to put even a scratch on the camera, there would certainly be something to say. She cleared her throat as Reese...glared at her. Yikes!
"You don't look that bad...Ok you've might look better with some hair on your bald spots..." Seriously, stop talking. "But really, I'm sure no one will notice!" Miranda grimaced and smiled at the same time. Sort of. "Besides, I'm not even sure I actually got a picture of you and your baldness...I was holding the camera at a wonky angle," she twisted her arms around eachother to show her. If that wasn't true, Miranda wasn't sure she wanted to publish a picture of two bald students.

Reese jerked her eyes over to Cam, who was laughing his head off. "You think it's FUNNY?!"she asked him.She narrowed her eyes at Cam.Ohhhh,how she wished you had laser vision or something like that,so she could set Cam on fire. "I wouldn't be laughing if I were you...I just might happened to have some super duper sticky spellotape in my bag that I'm not afraid to use on you. I don't want you leaving this corridor in worse shape than Cale and I are in." She shrugged. "It's up to you."

Reese looked back at Miranda. "I bet you did get a picture of me and my bald spot...and Cale and his one sideburn,"she said. "Annnnnnd,I bet everyone will notice.It's not easy to hide hair loss." She looked to Cam then to Cale then back to Miranda. "Will you NOT publish the picture?"

Reese looked down at the camera and turned it over,so the lens was facing her.Hmmmm.She was never really good was cameras.She barely knows how to work on.Then,without paying attention to WHAT button she was pushing,Reese pushed down on the top button-

*FLASHY*

OHMYGOSH.THE BRIGHT LIGHT,AGAIN. Reese threw the camera in Cale's direction and covered her eyes with her hands. "MY EYES...."she exclaimed. "They BUUUUUUUUURN!!!!!"

This girl was scary when she was angry. And the bald spot didn't help her look any...saner. Miranda winced, the image that popped into her head when Reese mentioned the spellotape, was bad. She glanced at the Slytherin firstie with pity, this was a terrifying situation. Specially with Miranda's camera robbed from her.
Miranda shook her head, and then nodded at Reese's questions. "I meann no ofcourse not, I wont publish the supposed picture that I supposedly took..." she trailed off watching the older student inspecting the device. Miranda did not want to insult any of them, incase it made them angrier and hurt her precious camera, and saying that the nakedness of their un-haired body parts would probably offend people reading the book - might not be a good idea.
It was like a slap in the face and retinas. Miranda jumped back, colliding with the Slytherin. "What in the world..."

And then, it felt like the world was going in slow motion. Her eyes grew wider as she saw her prettyful camera flying through the air. Flying? Why is it flying...Ppppft, cameras don't have...wings... She swallowed.
"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo "

Without really caring who was in her surroundings, she threw herself towards the camera, hoping to catch it in her arms. She was a chaser after all, but would that help her now?

Dun dun duuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuun!

Cale's eyesight had finally returned to normal just in time to hear that little Slytherin kid in the corner laughing his face off at the sight of Cale and Reese. Wrinkling his eyebrows, he turned on his heel and put his hands on his hips, glaring at the kid. "You got a lot of nerve talking to a PREFECT like that, kid," he grumbled. Then, his attention was caught by another flash of light.

Turning, he noticed Reese had just tossed the camera up in the air, and the Huffie girl was running towards him, obviously trying to catch her beloved camera before it came crashing down to Earth. But...but...she was gonna collide with him! "Wait, stop!" he cried, looking up at the camera. Hmm, one or two steps back and...

Moving backwards quickly, Cale could the camera with a small grunt as the heavy piece of equipment fell into his gut, momentarily knocking the wind out of him. "*cough* Erm, I think this is *cough* yours," he said, handing the camera back to the girl.

When Reese didn't hear anything crashing to the ground,she took her hands off her eyes.Ugh.Everything had colorful dots on it.Stupid bright light.It messed up her vision.She blinked a few times,trying to get the dots away.That helped just a tiny bit.

Reese looked at Cale and Melinda.Ohmygosh,Cale caught the camera.Thank god! She walked over to Cale and gave him a hug. "You caught it!"she said."You know,I thought it was going to crash and break.Then,I probably would have got into trouble,because I was the one that threw it."

In all her haste to catch the camera in her arms, Miranda had not heard Cale's cry for a halt in her actions. And how could she stop when only a second before Miranda had hopped like a bunny towards the curly haired boy.

Landing with a thud, she groaned, and wondered why she hadn't actually collided with Cale. And her arms were empty. Where did it go? It couldn't have sprouted wings just like that. Right?

And then, she looked up. There he was, her knight with curly hair. Her camera rescuer. It was like Miranda was seeing him in a different light. But how could that be? Only a moment ago he was a prefect with only one sideburn.

Scrambling up from the floor, Miranda blushed as she took the camera in her hands. It was nice to be able to hold it again. What would she have done if it had broken?
"Thankyou...Cale..." and then Reese ran and gave him a hug. Miranda glared at the girl and then "You!" she gasped and pointed a finger at her. Then she hugged the camera tightly almost whimpering at the whole situation.

Kayla walked along side Professor Mogan, keeping a close eye on her without trying to make it obvious that she was doing so. Although they were out to try and find Jake and Kayla knew they were heading in the right direction, her concern was more for the Professor and the fact that she was limping slightly.

"Professor, are you sure you are okay to walk? I can find Jake and bring him to you if you like?" Honestly that was going to be one hell of a bruise that she was going to have and she wondered what was going to happen when did eventually find Jake. "I could have him to you within about thirty minutes...unless of course he gives me trouble." Which Kayla, highly doubted. She was the scary Prefect after all.