Ugh. This weeding job was starting to get a tad on the tiring side! As Anna listened to Cela talk, she picked up the plant she'd been weeding and placed it back where she'd found it. She then stretched out her legs and sat flat on the ground. She'd finish weeding the garden in just a moment. Right now, she wanted to talk about boys, kissing, and kissing boys. "I do like hugs, too," Anna agreed. Anna raised her eyebrows at Cela and shot her younger friend a little smirk. "Ceeeeeeeeeela," she said, drawing out the girl's name a bit. "Who is he? You have to tell me!"

"Oh, Cela! I think you're sadly, sadly mistaken. You don't want to run from boys. You want to run to boys," Anna squealed. No way was Cela going to fool her. Anna had gone through the exact same phase when she was a younger student. As a matter of fact, she hadn't started to really notice boys until she was a fourth year, and that had been when she'd met Cale. "You know, Cela. I've been where you are before. I didn't start to notice boys as being, well, boys, until I was a fourth year. Before that time, I only saw them as friends...people I played Quidditch with and joked around with in the Common Room. Then one day, it happened! Cela, it comes when you're least expecting it. One day, they're boys, and the next, they're BOYS!!!"

"So you really want to know what it's like to kiss a boy?" Anna asked, all too excited to be gushing over one of her favorite parts about being in a relationship. Anna smiled, her mind suddenly drifting back in time to that first kiss she'd shared with Cale. "Okay, soo..." Anna stopped short when she noticed Maddox Darcy walk up and start addressing Cela. Nevermind the fact that he didn't even acknowledge Anna. "Maddox....how's it's going?" Anna asked. Well, looks like no talk of kissing will be going on now.

Celandine's eyebrows shot up at the way Anna stretched out her name, "I... no I don't! I... mistaken?" an expression of mild alarm crossed her face, "I notice they are boys, Anna; I just don't much care. Didn't. Don't. Didn't."

Errrr, was Celandine Toussaint arguing with herself?

Celandine inched away from Anna just slightly; somewhat glad that she wasn't a BOY because judging by the way Anna was speaking, she'd be in DANGER.

"I want to know what it is supposed to be like." Cela corrected, "Because I could have just pretended nothing happened if it hadn't been the first one. But it will always be the first one and it will always be Plymouth." She paused, "And it was a waste of a first kiss."

Celandine jumped upon hearing Mads. Seriously the only thing WORSE than Mads showing up would be Nicholai. And it was completely luck that Maddox hadn't appeared from nowhere when this whole kiss thing took place.

She took in his glare, spent a moment cringing before straightening up and giving back a glare of her own, "I'm not scared of you, Maddox Darcy." Eeeeeep! What did he hear?

Maddox smiled politely and said, "Hey Anna. It was going fine untill about 2 minutes ago. How about you?" Before she could answer he turned back to Cela glaring her down again.





Maddox was so angry that when he clenched his jaw together it made a clearly audible snap. Cela was practically his little sister as well, and he didnt trust any boy's. He knew there minds. He was one. So if some boy was kissing her...he was going to have words with him.


He growled a little and said, "You should be Cela. Your lucky I'm not going to go send a bloody owl to Nico right now telling him what I just heard. What boy kissed you? You better answer, because I can and will get it out of you, even if I have to body bind you and make some veritaserum myself." He practically spit the last few words at her, he was so angry. He put his hands down by his sides clinching his fists together. He was not having this.

Celandine stood up and made a show of putting all of her things away before turning towards Maddox, her hands on her hips. Ehh this wouldn't do! She spied an large, empty terracotta pot and levitated it right in front of the big lump of Hufflepuff. Tipping it upside down she stepped up on it so that she wouldn't feel quite so much like a midget.

"I'm. Not. Scared. Of. You." Cela repeated, accompanying each word with a jab of her finger, "And I bet you aren't going to send an owl to Nico cos you are scared that he will blame you for not keeping a better eye on me or something. Well I have news for youuuuu and for Niiiiiiiico; you don't have any spies in my common room so nyeh nyeh nyeh!" Celandine was well aware that she was acting bratty but bleh!! She didn't need looking after. Just friendly advice.

She jumped off of the pot and lifted her chin bravely before adding, "Besides, I doubt you could brew a decent veritaserum anyhow!" Cela poked her tongue out and picked up her things.

She turned and started to stalk off before throwing over her shoulder, "Now I know why Nico went through that Ravenclaw phase thingy! I'm gonna do that too just to annoy you Hufflepuffs! Except for Garret cos he's cool!" She poked out her tongue again and stalked off.... as quickly as she could because...


... Maddox Darcy was kind of scary.

She walked out to the gardens, not really knowing why she was out there. She wasn't one for gardening but she wanted to plant the eggs her dad had sent her. She saw Cela and Anna and some boy she didn't know she waved at Anna and went in search for her own plot of earth to dig up and plant.

Maddox pursed his lips, trying not to smile at how adorable Cela was. She was a very good actress, except for the fact that he could see the fear in her eyes. She would have to work on that. He smiled as she stepped up on the pot and started yelling at him.


He grinned and listened. He chuckled and said, "Cela you should know I am not one bit scared of what Nico will think. He wanted me to keep an eye on you for your own good, and report back to him if I found anything out. Which I have. You are the one that should be scared of what he thinks. Not me." He smirked a bit and replied, "As for spies... I actually do have some in your common room. They would do anything if I asked them. So I suggest you watch yourself Cela." He sighed and folded his arms across his chest.


"I'm not trying to be the bad guy Cela. You know your like a little sister to me. I'm just trying to do what I know Nico would do." He smirked at her insult and said, "There's only one way to find out!" He gave a wicked grin, hoping she would get the threat. He had no problem giving her some.


At her last threat, he was a little confused, he just shook his head and sighed, "You do that Cela." He turned on his heel and walked off. She was so scared of him.

Anna raised her eyes once again as she listened to Cela pretty much argue with herself. It was soooo obvious that the girl either had a crush already, or thought she had the potential to have one soon. Celandine Toussaint was starting to notice boys as being BOYS, similar to how Anna began to suddenly notice them in a different light at the start of her own fourth year at Hogwarts. Ohhh, this conversation was starting to get oh-so-fun.

Anna's eyes grew wide, and she listened carefully to Cela reveal that she'd just had her very first kiss. "Oh, Cela, don't say that it was a waste of a first kiss. If anything, it was a good practice. At least it was with a really nice, sweet, and thoughtful guy, and not---WAIT!" Anna suddenly exclaimed, pushing herself off the ground and looking at Cela as if she'd suddenly grew an extra head or three additional arms. "Did you just say that your kiss was with...Plymouth? As in Plymouth Morgan?" Anna asked. Anna stared at Cela with a dropped jaw and widened eyes. Cela Toussaint had kissed Plymouth Morgan? Anna would be lying if she said knowing that the guy was Plymouth didn't bother her just a little. She was actually just a little disappointed to find out that Plymouth had another female interest besides her.

Realizing that she had no right to feel that way at all, Anna cleared her throat and sat back down on the ground. "Oh, well, that's cool," Anna said, smiling and nodding as she talked. "So, you want to know what a real kiss should feel like...." Anna glanced up at Maddox Darcy, who seemed madder than a fire ant about Cela possibly having a crush on someone. No way was Anna going to descrbe what a real kiss should be like right in front of Maddox Darcy. That'd be way too awkward and embarrassing. "I'm, erm....doing great," Anna said to Maddox, keeping her words few. She got the impression that Maddox was only here to question Cela, and could actually care less---at the moment---how in the world Anna Greingoth was.

Once Mads had gone, Celandine did a loop and came right on back to talk to Anna. Research was important after all. And thats what this was- research.

She sat down next to Anna with an audible sigh, "Gosh, I hope he doesn't tell Nico." Cela chewed on her lip and avoided looking at Anna.

While she waited for Cela to return, Anna continued to pluck weeds from nearby plants. She had no clue what had Maddox Darcy so worked up, but she imagined it had something to do with Nico and his little request for all of Hogwarts to keep his sister under control. Just as Anna finished plucking the last weed from the plant she'd been working on, Cela returned. Ahhh, nice. She was without Darcy. Maybe they could get back to talks about boys, and Anna could figure out who Cela's little crush was.

"Cela, mind if I borrow this Herbology book for a bit?" Anna asked. "It's actually really helpful, and I think I can manage to catch up a bit if I read through it." Anna frowned when Cela mentioned that she hoped Maddox didn't tell Nico about the conversation he'd just overheard. "Well, you know, Cela. What big brother doesn't know won't hurt him, and I'm not telling," Anna said. "Before we go any further, though...why all these questions? Who's the guy? Is it Plymouth, or was he just what you said he'd been---practice?"

"The garden looks pretty." Cela noted looking about and examining how much had been weeded, "I hope we didn't miss any little bits of weed."

She paused as Anna asked to borrow the book and hesitated for a moment, "Oh... I guess so but it belongs to a friend of mine. Daaaaaffffneeee. So if you can pass it to her when you are done with it..." Celandine nodded again, "Go ahead and borrow it."

Celandine grinned and gave Anna a hug, "You are soooo nice Anna!" Cela gushed but her expression turned wary at Anna's questions.

"Research. I like to know things. And... does it count as practice when you didn't even know there was a chance it might happen?" Cela frowned in dismay, "It was a waste. I'm supposed to be good at things and I couldn't tell if I was or if I liked it or anything!"

Celandine chewed on her bottom lip, "I think I might like it a whole heap though. Maybe..." Cela lowered her voice, "maybe more than candy." At her own words a thought occurred to her; one that had whispered through her brain at the moment when the surprise kiss had happened.

"Anna? Are kisses like candy? Different... kisses taste different, some are better than others, some are addictive and some are best forgotten?.... and and; do kisses make you hyper?" Celandine chewed on her lip and stared at Anna curiously.

"It does, doesn't it?" Anna asked, hoping Cela didn't feel the need to actually answer that question. It had merely been a polite reply on Anna's part, and truthfully, she was ready to get on to the good stuff. Thoughts of who Cela's little crush could possibly be were still dancing around in Anna's mind. She was going to spazz soon if Cela didn't end up telling all. Anna grabbed a plant by the pot and drug it towards her. She was actually glad they'd picked the gardens for this little discussion. Weeding gave her something to while she waited for Cela to start spilling the beans, so to speak.

Anna blinked and jumped back a bit as Cela hugged her. Anna laughed softly and hugged her in return. "Oh, I know, I know," Anna said, jokingly agreeing with Cela's comment about her being nice. Was she really nice, though? Was she really sitting her trying to help a friend through a little predicament, or was she just trying to get some juicy gossip? It had to be the former. Anna knew that it wasn't her nature to sit around and stand for mere gossip.

"I don't know," Anna answered. "I think a kiss is a kiss, even though they can mean all sorts of different things. For example, you can kiss your mom or grandmother or someone like that, and it's just...sweet. You can kiss a friend, and it can be considered just a simple hello or goodbye." Anna sighed, and a dreamy look appeared on her face. "When you kiss a boy you like, though, it's so different. It's hard to explain, but you'll just know. I guess you could say it's like candy, because it puts you in this little hyper rush for days and days to come. Also, when you kiss a boy you like, you suddenly feel like you could just run and kiss him all over again---and again and again and again. Tell me, Cela....did you feel that way? Would you want to kiss Plymouth Morgan if we walked up right about now?"

Plymouth was WORE OUT. Finding Cela had been easy enough - but finding someone that knew where SHE was was much harder. Luckily though, she was close where he needed her to be anyway.

Enclosed in his fist were some left over puffapod petals and in his other hand was the poetry he and Copernicus had written. All he needed was a Cela... "Hey Celabooooohoooo? Oh.." She was NOT alone. And he was so so certain he'd heard his name??


"Anna? Anna...." Plymouth went into total drool mode. Anna. She was SO pretty. "Hey girls!"

"You are nice and you are good at keeping secrets." Celandine agreed with Anna, "Nico says that I can trust you and I do." Celandine brought her knees up to her chest and wrapped her arms around herself, resting her chin on one knee as she listened to Anna.

"A hyper rush for days and days." Cela repeated. Well... she had been hyper but then she'd eaten more than her bodyweight in candy, so how was she supposed to know whether it was because of a weird, unexpected kiss or because of the sugar? "I don't know if I'd kiss him... maybe. Just so that I'd know I guess. Because it wasn't good enough. It was a waste and..." Cela trailed off, her eyes widening as Plymouth actually appeared.

She opened her mouth to say something, changed her mind twice and ended up looking at his shoes. "Hi, Plymouth."

"Oh, well that was nice of him," Anna replied, sort of pleased with herself to hear that she was held in such high regards in both Cela and Nico's eyes. "Well, in that case, tell him I said thank. Oh, and thank you, too. It really means a lot, and I promise you that what's said in the student gardens, will stay in the student gardens."

"That's right," Anna said, smiling since she'd known her little comment about a hyper-rush would get Cela's attention. "You know, it wouldn't be a bad idea to kiss him again...just to see, like you said. Besides, knowing Plymouth Morgan, he'd be more than happy to kiss you for any reason. That's one girl-crazy boy," Anna said with a laugh. It was true. Plymouth Morgan had probably winked at every girl at Hogwarts---more than once, at that. He was such a cutie, though, and Anna always loved the attention she got from him.

Anna started to say something else, but she stopped when she heard someone calling for Cela---or Celaboohoo, to be specific. Then whoever that voice belonged to was also calling for Anna. Anna grabbed the plant she'd been weeding and positioned it back where she'd found it. She stood up and glanced around the garden, trying to find the source of the voice.

Her eyes finally landed on Plymouth Morgan, who appearned to be carrying quite the armload. Well speak of the devil... "Plymouuuuuuuuuth," Anna said, drawing out his name and then glancing at Cela. "What a nice surprise. What brings you here?"

"I'm so certain that it was a tractor beam," Plymouth answered Anna with all the seriousness in the world. He had to stare at Anna for a minute. Merrrrrrlin help him.


"Um... Actually... I came here today to ..." Plymouth sure wished he had a hand free so that he could run one of them through his hair. "I'm here for Cela."


And then Plymouth began,"

Roses are Red, Puffapods are pink,
I kiss you before I take time to think.

Violets are blue, and your brain is dandy
I like that you smell like chili flavor candy

Your hairs the color of Abraxan mane
and your candy lips drive me insane."


He followed up with a wand wave, "Risona!", and made what was supposed to be flowers appear. The ribbons SORT of looked like flowers, but only if one squinted and turned their head a little.


And for the grand finale, Plymouth handed Cela the handful of puffapod petals. He was actually kind of nervous for her reaction. Especially Anna's.

Paris was busy digging the holes for her eggs when she looked up. A ravenclaw boy was reciting a poem, and it was rather amusing. What on earth was in the water that those Ravenclaws drank? there all a tad touched in the head or something and then she saw he was talking to Cela. Wellt hat explained it, birds of a water all swam in the same pond.

She gave s silent giggle as she went back to her digging. This gardening thing was harder than it looked.

Cela just nodded somewhat absently at Anna, her eyes completely trained on Plymouth. What was he going to do? More spinning? More kissing? More Plymouthness?

"A tracto... here for me?" that sounded ominous and Cela looked at Anna uncertainly; as if to ask what she should do but then, was that poetry? Oooh well at least he was admitting the not thinking thing!

Cela stared in mortification as he spoke the next couplet; she smelled of chilli candy? Celandine thought about it for a moment and it kind of made sense since she did eat an awful lot of it... but how had Plymouth known that? Had she given him some? Cela chewed on her bottom lip in consternation.

She ran her fingers through her hair at the abraxan mane thing and held a piece of it up to the light for examination, eyeing Plymouth through a curtain of her hair. Okay. So maybe... maybe if Maddox or Nico or Will were here right now it wouldn't be such a bad thing. She could just hide - except... oh she didn't want anyone to hurt Plymouth! Who knew poetry could be so scar... oh my! Celandine's mouth dropped open, she licked her lips and began chewing on the bottom one with renewed anxiety; her poor talked about and tortured lips!

She looked up at the ribbons as they made pretty little designs in the air. Cela wasn't sure what they were supposed to be but she figured that Plymouth was just as good at abstract as he was with perfect squares.

She looked down at her hands, suddenly full of puffapod petals, then up at Plymouth again. After a few moments Celandine offered a tentative smile and lifted both of her hands up, blowing the petals at Plymouth; her intention being to get them off of her hands. She shot a nervous look at Anna before staring at the puffapod petals as they twirled to the ground.

"Ahh, I see," Anna said, fighting the urge to burst out into a fit of giggles at the fact Plymouth Morgan himself had just walked up on a conversation about kissing---kissing him, nonetheless. As a matter of fact, had he walked up only seconds before, he'd have gotten quite an earful of juicy girl talk. Then when Plymouth started revealing the real reason he'd shown up (Anna knew there had to be something else to his sudden presence), Anna eyed him suspiciously. This whole situation was starting to get quite amusing.

Quite amusing, indeed, for the next thing Anna knew, Plymouth was spriouting poetry to Celandine. Sounded like Cela wasn't the only one still thinking about that little kiss they'd shared. Anna bit her bottom lip to hold down the giggles, but she was unsuccessful, of course. She giggled softly as Plymouth continued his reading. The poem wasn't funny, and neither was the situation, but it was just oh-so-cute to hear his little declaration of love...or whatever it was intended to be. "Bravo," Anna jokingly cheered, smiling at both Cela and Plymouth. She wondered how awkward things would get now...

When Cela blew the petals of the flowers back into Plymouth's direction, Anna suddenly started to feel extremely out of place...a third wheel so to speak. Maybe she should take this moment to sneak quietly off... "Erm, maybe I should go," Anna said, feeling oddly like she was intruding on a private moment.

Plymouth was eight shades of horrified. SHE HATED IT. Or was that normal girl reaction? Really he enjoyed the petals, made him feel like a prince or something, but... this was about CELA. Obviously.

Maybe it was the line that stupid Copernicus had written. The stupid line.
"Um... I wrote a better line," Plymouth gave Cela his poetry page and pointed to the scribbled line.

Quote:

Originally Posted by Plymouth and Copernicus write poetry

Roses are Red, Puffapods are pink,
I kiss you before I take time to think.

Violets are blue, and your brain is dandy
I like that you smell like chili flavor candy

Your hair is soft, like the manes of Abraxan,
It's your heart and love that I wish to be taking.

Your hairs the color of Abraxan mane
and your candy lips drive me insane.

"You might like it better. I don't know."

And then Anna was leaving? Why? "WHY? Where are you going?" Anna could stay. She was sooooooo pretty....

Plymouth was weiiiiiird.

"Oh." Cela took the poem and looked where Plymouth pointed, reading the line. It... wasn't a particularly well written line but the rhyming scheme alarmed her less than what the line actually said. "You want my heart?" Celandine asked, not meaning for it to, but it came out like an offer anyhow.

"It's... a nice poem." Cela managed, chewing her lip again, "And you have to show me that ribbon thing. Right?" queue uncomfortable giggle.

Cela stared at Anna for a moment as she started making excuses to leave and Celandine was clinging to her arm in a moment, "Nooo, stay. Stay. Anna should stay, right Plymouth? Anna stay!" Celandine was reduced to hand signals. She looked at Anna pleadingly. A cry for help of some sort, though Celandine wasn't entirely sure what she wanted help with.

Queue mood change.

Cela turned to him suddenly and eyed him up and down. Did he even know that he had totally wasted her first ever kiss? Well, Cela was about to tell him. It was totally easier to be angry.

She stood up and stepped right up to him, jabbing him in the chest with her finger. "You. Wasted. My. First. Kiss. It. Should. Have. Been. Better." She pouted and stared at him disapprovingly.

Oh. So she DID like the poem? Copernicus was brilliant, right? Plymouth though, he was pretty sure that HE, Plymouth, was a first rate idiot.

Especially with her last testament, the one complete with chest poking. Plymouth reddened to a whole new (ninth) shade of horror. He was not prepared for what she had told him.

Problem was - what did she want from him? Plymouth's heart was as big as his head (bigger, in fact) and he didn't want her upset. And least of all at him. For the first time since he'd met Anna in Diagon Alley - he forgot her and focused. All eyes for the little Celadine Toussaint with the full body brain and jackhammer finger that was prodding him in the chest.

"I don't know what to say, Celabean. I'll take your heart if you're giving it...," that seemed nice, right? Not enough though. Plymouth reached up to touch his puffy hair for guidance. "I got carried away in the corridor that day... I get carried away and excited... A waste though? I... I... well, I'm not sorry about it," Plymouth decided that he wasn't, right then, right there. "It was not a waste. It was spontaneous and fun. And you're REAL pretty and smart and fun to be around, so why not?"


Plymouth had lost track of where this was going exactly. The male ego? Or maybe Plymouth's repressed feelings? Who knew.

Set went to his favorite Sopophorous Bean Plant. He watered it, and weeded around it. He then refertilized it and left for the Quidditch tryouts.

So it was obvious that neither Cela nor Plymouth were comfortable with Anna leaving, so she'd be the best friend that she could be and stick around for a bit longer. She still felt like a third wheel, though. Cela and Plymouth were nearby practically declaring their undying love for one another...or something like that...and Anna was sort of just hanging around like some spectator. "Okay, okay," she said, holding up both arms in an "I surrender" pose. "I'll stay. You two just proceed normally, and I'll just be over here...weeding out the potted plants or something. Let me know if I'm needed or whatever," Anna said, giggling softly as she sat back down on the ground near the plants. Most of them were weeded by now, so for the most part, Anna would just pretend to be busy while she stuck around for moral support.

Anna tried to block out what Cela and Plymouth were saying, but she couldn't help but hanging on to every word. Why couldn't Plymouth have brought Copernicus along? At least Anna would have had someone to talk to then, and she wouldn't have to sit here feeling so awkward. Ahh, well. At least now, if Cela and Plymouth did start up some relationship, Anna could always say she was there when it finally happened.

Celandine watched Plymouth turn so red it was almost purple and her glare softened a little bit. "I... um... I guess you can have it if you want it." She couldn't really take back that accidental offer could she? She didn't want Plymouth to cry or anything, cos then she'd cry and poor Anna would be sitting there watching crying people. And why was his hair all puffy? Cela chewed on her lip for a moment before deciding he had probably been brewing a hair-raising solution or something like that.

"You're not sorry?" Celandine repeated, and breathed out a little sigh of confusion, "Okay so maybe next time you get all excited, do it better?"

Ravenclaws are supposed to be overachievers after all.

"And you are right." about the pretty and the smart and the fun... Cela spoke matter-of-factly and shifted from one foot to the other before wrapping Plymouth in a hug all of a sudden, "you are pretty too. Handsome I mean. Or something."

Celandine was sooooo happy that Anna was there. Maybe the Gryffindor could explain what on earth was going on, after whatever it was finished happening.

Of course, Cela couldn't help but look around to make sure Maddox hadn't somehow reappeared. Because if he did, Celandine Toussaint would have Plymouth Morgan's death on her shoulders.

She pulled away from Plymouth and smiled brightly, "So... what happens now?"

Barry couldn`t find the puffapods. He was going to plant them in the greenhouse. Now instead he was here looking for something to do. Cela and Plymouth were talking. He didn`t want to disturb them so he just smilled at them and walked over to where he spied Anna and started weeding with her. Wait there where no weeds what was Anna doing? "What going on?" he hissed to Anna. Ok that wasn`t nosy was it?