Evolette simply stared. She didn't know if it was out of shock, or sympathy, or disgust, but she couldn't tear her eyes off of the boy who two seconds ago seemed perfectly normal, but was now lying on the floor, twitching.

The way he was looking at her sort of reminded her of an animal. A hungry animal. Right. This was odd. There was no way around it.

"Er...." she tucked her hair behind her ear, peering down at him, "Are you okay? Are you having some kind of episode?" she added. She wondered if she should just walk away. Or run away. Fast. Never looking back.

Wait... Willow... common ground.

"Right." She sat down next to him on the ground careful not to mess up her clothes, "You said you got it from Willow?" she asked, arching an eyebrow, "What exactly did you get from her?"

She quite hoped that the boy didn't bite her or something... he looked quite.....ravenous

Becca
 

Twitch. Little twitch, here comes for it. It was followed by his whole body moving in such an odd way, he looked like he was doing the worm. He wished the girl would step on him already, ya know, so he could simply just die already. One second he was moving everywhere, wiggling to this direction and then wiggling back. The next second though, he stood there lifeless like a dead body.

"Ugghhhhh," he groaned while licking his lips. "It's OK, I'm li--," he continued and then wondered if licking his lips was a bad idea or not. Cam was about to stand up but he was on the floor again and opened his mouth. And he started wiggling again, and rolling around the floor.

"HEEEEHUUUHEEEHUUUH." Cam was making odd noises like that while rolling around the 4th floor corridor. Twitch twitch. Big twitch. Small twitch. Twitch twitch.

And if it was because of his pro skillz (with a z) or maybe it was just because his belief in cooties, he stopped immediately and went back to regular state. Now this girl was sitting down next to him but he tried to control himself from going berserk and going all cannibal on her.

Girls didn't like guys that went berserk and they didn't like little boys that were cannibals too. He was right about that. So he just crouched down next to her, but not too close since her smell was overpowering. Cam opened his mouth in attack mode again so he started to crawl away from her, maybe just 10 feet away from the girl to be safe.

He was a maniac, a maniac on the floor. And he's acting like he's never acted before. Cam was a vampire. He thirsted for cinnamon instead of blood and he didn't know why, but this peculiar girl had some shampoo or used soap that made her smell like this.

Sniff.

Bad mistake again, he smelled her again even if she was far away from him. It was like her smell, he remembered her smell in his mind. Ohhh, cinnamon. He was deprived from cinnamon and this girl decided to just remember the tasty ... and the aroma. Uggghhh.

Looking back at her, he tried to smile but not showing his teeth. He was afraid if he already grew his vampire teeth by now.

"Willow? Oh yeah, she gave me like, a pack of her lemon and jasmine shampoo. She smelled nice so I asked her. And I like shampoo now. It... it--But lady," he interrupted himself, "I think you smell too much for me."

"I want some cinammon?" And if this girl gladly said that she did taste like cinnamon...

Cam was going to bite.

Allie turned into the corridor and saw Jake. He seemed like he was in pain or something. Did he ever get his arm fixed? She still couldn't believe she chased him all around Hogwarts for him to get away.
"Jake.." she said, walking over to him. "are you ok?"

Jake stopped dead in his tracks and let his arms drop down. He considered his answer for a minute, thinking of the best way to answer. As he did this, Jake circled Allie, walking around her, round and round.

"I'm not sure," he ended up answering. Jake didn't know if Allie was referring to his physical state, or anything like that. And there was still the possibility she would launch herself at Jake and eat him do horrible things... not that Jake would probably complain.

Another twinge went in his shoulder, but Jake managed to refrain from reaching up and grasping it, and even from making a face. "Stuff is... bad."

Allie waited as Jake took his time to answer...and circled her. Why was he doing that? She wasn't going to hurt him anything...and it kind of made her feel like she was going to be attacked by him. She held on to her books a little more tightly..even though she knew there was nothing to worry about. It was Jake after all. He was probably more worried of her like eating him or something.
"What do you mean your not sure?" she said, in a caring voice. "Is it your shouler? Did you ever get that fixed? You should really goto the hostpital wing if your in pain...I can take you...peacefully."

There he goes again.

Evolette watched the boy squirm around on the dirty floor, flopping every which way and flailing around like a dying bug. Holy Moly. What in the world was going on? It was a good thing that they were close to the hospital wing, so she wouldn't have to drag him too far.

"Are you sure you're all right?" she asked, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. Leaning forward, she dropped her chin into her palm, resting her elbow on her knee, "Because the way you are acting can hardly be determined as okay."

"So...you used Willow's shampoo then?" she asked, giggling. She watched him as he started talking and then interrupted himself. "I- er. I don't happen to have any cinnamon." she said, twirling a strand of hair around her finger, "I don't know if I taste like cinnamon either." she never really thought about it.

"But uh..." she paused, wondering if she really wanted to offer this or not. "You look like you want to bite me, and I have this aversion to pain.... so, you know, if you want, you can lick me.... to see if I do taste like cinnamon."

She never thought she would ever ever say that. In her entire life.

Damn! Curse my truth telling ability... or curse, Jake thought to himself, walking round and round Allie, beginning to feel slightly dizzy.

"I'm not sure," Jake said again. "I haven't really thought about my shoulder much," Jake admitted, bringing up his hand and abesnt-mindedly rubbing said shoulder. "I..."

Stalling, Jake wondered exactly what he could say here, without grassing up the boys. "Some people tried to help," he spoke slowly, measuring even word. "But I got fed up with them, so I... I..."

Jake stopped here, biting his lip. He wasn't sure how Allie would react to his description of how he managed to get his arm fixed.

"No hospital wing," was all Jake could say, but firmly. He'd made his decision on that call.

How can he be not sure? He either got his shoulder fixed or he didn't. And since he still refused to goto the hopspital wing, she was thinking he didn't. Even though it did look like it was back in place....
"Who exactly tried to help...and what did you do?" she said.
Now she was the one getting fed up. With these half-done answers. She wanted to know everything and she wanted to know now. There was no way in hell that she was going to let Jake walk around in pain. She sighed as he still refused to goto the hospital wing.
"Fine, but can I at least see you shoulder? I won't do anything to it, I promise. It just looks fixed...but you still seem in a lot of pain. So maybe it wasn't fixed the right way.

Sitting down on the floor with his hands around his knees, he looked like some rabid dog with the hungry expressions in his eyes. And his mouth, like it always was, open but not too open to show his now fully-grown vampire teeth. It might have been a good idea to just check if he was some sort of a cinnamon-loving vampire and put his poking finger in his mouth.

Cam started to bite his nails and then tried to poke everywhere in his mouth to see if he had any sharp teeth. Well not that much to be a vampire so he was actually a bit relieved. "Hmm... Maybe I'm just some cinnamon person and stuff." He muttered words under his breath when he looked back at the nice-smelling girl who leaned closer to him.

EEK.

Quickly he crawled away from her again but not that much. He could smell her even more from where he was right now. This girl is torturing me. Cam put one hand over his nose (to resist from biting her) and then tried to speak but most of his voice was muffled from his own hand. "I...fine and everything."

Now she was giggling. "Well yah, she smells pretty nice. And she said that it was OK and everything," he put his hand away from his nose to speak properly but his mouth just opened even more right now. Eee. She allowed him to LICK her?! Well certainly, he didn't want to put his own saliva on the girl's hands or anything.

That was as gross as snogging someone.

But he couldn't stop himself, his own body was crawling over to where she was and his right hand reached out to take her left. As she clearly stated that he could do, he licked her hand but only for a nano-second or even less. But a nano-second was just way too long for poor little Cam.

"You. You. Taste. Like. Cinnamon." Now he showed all of his teeth and not caring if he grew those long, sharp vampire ones. Eyetwitch. His fingers twitched too. And his other hand just reached out to grab the girl's right. Cinnamon. He wanted one now and only now.

And that included being a cannibal and biting this girl's hand off.

doooooooo it
 

Jake stopped and looked at Allie. "Some people tried to help," he said again, staring up at her. She simply was not going to back down on this... Grrrrr... Well, he'd be pleased as long as Allie didn't try and take him back to Professor Morgan... even if he probably would go.

"It is fixed," Jake said, his voice staying in the same kind of emotionless robot drone. "I pulled it until I felt it go in the right place," he explained, looking down at it.

Show her? But... I haven't even looked at it yet. Jake reached up and pulled his shirt collar down and across so the top of his shoulder could be seen through the neckhole. It was a tad swollen, purple, blue and read at the edges. At the front Jake could see it didn't look quite right, but he managed to block out the pain, so he looked up to Allie. "See?"

What on earth had she been thinking?

Evolette wrinkled her nose as the first year licked her hand, it was quick, which was good. He wasn't like... drooling on her or anything... but it was still odd to have someone lick her.

"Okay then." she said, making to pull her hand away when he announced that she did in fact taste like cinnamon. But then, he grabbed her other hand and she gasped.

"Gimme back my hands. You are certainly not going to eat them! I need those." she wiggled, trying to get her hands loose from his.

Little creepy boy.

"Just because I taste like cinnamon doesn't mean you can look at me like that." she added. "You look like.... a vampire."

Allie nodded as he explained...there was no reason to get upset. She didn't want to scare him off. She would treat him just like a deer or something, no sudden moveme- WHAT DID HE DO TO HIS SHOULDER?? That was defiantly worse than what she had done.
"Jake! Who helped you with that? It looks more like someone tried to pull your arm out! How come you just couldn't goto the hospital wing like I had asked you too? I was going to take you even!"
Well that ruined her plan...but she didn't really care. She was going to fix this, and she was going to fix this now.
"I should take you to the hospital wing right now! But...I think we have to make a little detour first. Come on."
She grabbed his hand, the one on the non-injured arm, of course, and dragged him to the hut. If she was going to finish what she started, then they would have to goto the hut first.

This girl's own safety, his own safety, this girl's own safety, or his own safety. Cam was forced to pick out of the two but he was still unsure if he could just give back the hand and left off to die there and twitching and saying "cinnamon" for more than 500 times. Or he could just bite the girl's hand and continue until she fainted. After that he didn't really know what would happen except losing points from his own house.

Bleh, he didn't really have any choice but to just loosen his grip on the girl's hands and then make a face which showed that he was about to cry. If there was some dirt on his face and his clothes were half-ripped then he would surely be like... some rabid animal with rabies.

Eugghhhh!

He stared at her blankly when she stated that he looked like a vampire. To just prove the fact, he opened his teeth and showed her that he had no sharp teeth. Well he did but it was from all the candy he'd been eating and that his teeth was going all wrong and sharp. Did he really have vampire teeth? The girl used some sort of a mirror earlier, maybe he could steal it and see what he looked like.

Yeaaaah. "OK, lady, I won't bite you. But you gotta promise me one thing." He thought up of what to say, he didn't really want to bite her and just randomly said that. Gah. So it stayed silent for a few minutes until he finally decided to speak.

"You gimme 2 packs of your cinnamon shampoo and soap."

Evolette almost held her breath. What if she was doomed to suffer this fate? Having both of her hands gnawed off by a first year? Where was anyone when you needed them? Hugo? Miles? Terry? Maddox? ANYONE.

If he would just let go of her, maybe she could punch him... and run away. Yeah.... that would work.

But... when he let go of her hands, and looked like he was going to cry... every thought in her mind changed. She suddenly wanted to hold him tight and cuddle him until he felt better.

"Promise you what?" she asked, arching an eyebrow. "Because... you've already let go of my hands, so I can just run away right now, and not have to promise you anything." Like she would do that... he might cry! Then she would not be able to resist the urge to cuddle.

HAH. He wanted her shampoo and her soap?

"Uh.. I don't exactly have that on me at the moment." she said, "So, how exactly are we to go about doing that?"

Cam quickly tried to toughen up and rubbed his eyes so there wouldn't be any tears coming out, it was preposterous for a boy like him to cry in front of some girl just because he wasn't allowed to bite her. That was wrong and he certainly didn't like to cry, no boys really didn't like crying since that wasn't really manly. But he felt like being a crybaby again and just tearing up in front of her when she stated that she could have just ran away from him.

He wanted that cinnamon shampoo or soap and he wasn't leaving her alone or won't make incessant sounds to her to bother her. Cinnamon. Uhhh--soo yummy.

But then suddenly this girl told him that she didn't have it with her at the moment. Well that was shocking, didn't girls always bring their clothes and shampoo bottles and every other girly stuff in their bag? Or purse? Or whatever they call it? Certainly not this one and he looked at himself and tried to rub off the dirt that had come on to his robes.

When he looked back at her, he thought for a second or two and then came up with an idea. "Well Willow and I owled each other so we could probably do that too. Dun worry, I'll give ya back something in return. Yahh."

And he suddenly remembered that he didn't really know who the girl was even, that was strange. Well she better tell him soon since he wasn't allowed to speak to strangers. Was she really a stranger? Well he was a bit stranger than her so no, she wasn't. "Wut's yer name lady?"

Evolette bit her lip as the boy infront of her started to tear up again. OHNO. Please don't cry. Evolette hated to see a boy cry, even the little tiny ones. If he started to cry Evolette would not know what to do with herself.

Maybe she should have just let him bite her. At least then he would have been happy, and not on the verge of tears. Wait... what was she even thinking? Guh.

"Oooh." she said suddenly in realization. "Yes, that would make sense I suppose, seeing as I don't know any girl who actually carries her shampoo around school with her." Tucking stray hair behind her ear, she flipped the rest off of her shoulder, and then arched an eyebrow. "Oh yeah? What will you give me then?" she asked, curiosity piqued.

"Evolette McKenna." She added, eying the young boy, "What is your name?"

Rubbing his eyes yet again as to not make one tear drop come out of his eye at all, he tried to smile at the girl. As long she gave him some of her nice-smellin' shampoo, then it was all good. But like Willow's shampoo, wouldn't it have made him want to eat the shampoo bottle? Even worse, drink the shampoo itself. But the--Oh cinnamon, will you marry me? His mind went completely off-topic, people did say that if you liked something so much, why not marry it?

Cam's dream was to marry every shampoo bottle in the world, of course, more than one wife wasn't allowed so he'd have to file divorce papers for each of the shampoo bottle. Bleh. Ignoring the ideas in his mind, he suddenly tried not to breath by the sudden scent of cinnamon. Stronger.

The girl had flipped her hair. UGHHH.

He felt like putting his hand over his own nose, it was reeking. But it was reeking good. Did that make any sense? Right before answering the question, he made sure not to breath while speaking. "Well, ubb... I could always give you sub t-shirt or subthing. I dunno!"

Finally starting to breath, he tried to smile again. "My name's Cameron Karsten but you can call me Cam. So who're youuu? OOOH. OOH! I'll start off. I like sweets, candy, pillows, sweets, other stuufff. I don't like Dominic Denton, five year-olds with mustaches, clowns, rabies, and other scary stuffff!"


Did he just say Dom was scary?

Oh. My. Cheesecakes.

Stifling a gasp, Jake could have hit himself round the head for bumping into one of the people he was trying to avoid. Lockhart.

He'd not even thought to check before rounding the corner, and here he was, about to be interrogated. Crap.

Spotting a suit of armour, Jake took not time in zooming over and standing behind it, holding his breath and staying dead still. She. Will. Not. Find me. He tried to reassure himself, not believing that bit one iota. As long as she doesn't manhandle me like the other girls...

Gaspeth! He was here!

"Upstead!" she called over to him. "I need to talk to you." Melanie said in a small sing song voice.

What the heck?! Why was the deranged kid behind a suit of armour? Melanie shrugged. Maybe he's having mental issuses now cause of what he witnessed and all...still strange.

"Are you having fun back there?" Melanie asked, peering around behind the suit of Armour. "Personally I don't see whats so exciting back here..." she said, trailing off.

"C' mon, I wanna talk to you." Melanie grabbed a hold of his arm and tried to drag him out from behind the knight. She wasn't too strong, but just maybe it would work as long as he didn't try to run away...

"About something important." she added, staring him down.

"Oh no..." Jake moaned, as Melanie approached him and pulled on his arm. He reached out to the first possible thing that his hand met... and unfortunately that was the suit of armour... an unstable suit of armour. As soon as he realised, Jake backed away, but the thing had already been yanked enough, and the thing toppled over in front of Melanie. "It weren't me..."

Grabbing Melanie's sleeve, Jake ignored the suit of armour and pulled the girl further down the corridor, inwardly screaming at himself. "Whadya want?" he asked bluntly.

Melanie groaned as the armour was knocked over. Niiiice "Sorry." Melanie apologized, halfheartedly "Erm, thanks." Melanie said awkwardly, staring in horror at the now disabled suit of armour that had just about crushed them. Stupid unstable metal of death. Trying to attack innnocent first years.


Wow Jake had great manners! Not!

"I wanna know exactly what happen with Set... please Jake. I just, I have to know, if someone did it or something." Melanie asked rocking on the balls of her feet.

Jake stared at the girl for about a minute, his eyes never leaving hers, wondering why in the name of blueberry pancakes she would WANT to know.

"Don't you think if I saw anything, I would have told Kazimeriz when I went to see him?" he asked flatly, looking straight at the girl. "And to be perfectly honest, if I saw someone, don't you think it would be around school by now?"

Crossing his arms, Jake glared at Melanie, hiding his still shaken composure. "Was there anything else?" he asked bluntly, as if he didn't know that she wouldn't let the matter drop that quickly.