Rhea shrugged. She hadn't really thought of that, but she didn't suppose her stuff would get passed the common room door.

"I might try that, but I'm not sure how much good that would do," she said honestly.

"And the magazines psh they won't be sending anything. Limited editions," she said sadly.

"Anyways dear, what have you been up to these last days?"

Irial frowned for a moment, wondering what was up with her attitude. She seemed down, and...blah. He looked her over, trying to figure her out. He contemplated not even answering her question, but decided against it.

"I've been fine..." he said absentmindedly. "Just staying in my common room and dorm, really. Not a fan of the Slytherins being in the Gryffindor common room..but there's not much anyone can do about it." He shrugged.

Rhea eyed Irial as he looked her over. She could tell that he was trying to assess her someway but she was resilient. She continued looking at him as he spoke.

Rhea nodded as she listened.
"Yeah it must be odd sharing space with persons from the house you are most opposite. I bet they're going to toss us in with the Claws," she said sighing after.

She really didn't mind any of the other houses, but nothing beat the hufflepuff common room. The slight smell of baking cookies and Cedric Diggory beaming proudly at them. She sighed again.
The flooding sucked.
"So any plans for the rest of the evening?"

Irial laughed hollowly. "Well, Ravenclaw's better than Slytherin," he said. "I'd actually prefer if the Hufflepuffs were with us. That way we'd all at least get along."

When she asked if he had any other plans, he shook his head. "No, not really. Probably just read or wander around the castle. I've been taking great pains to avoid people these days. I'm not much in a social mood." Though it was always easy to talk and hang out with Rhea.

"You?" he asked.

She smiled slightly when he laughed.
"Well you never know them until you live with them, people say," she said in regards to what he said.

When he inquired if she herself had any plans she also shook her head No.
"Not really. I was actually just trying to find some place quiet to read. But I'm no big fan of the library," she said frowning.
"It's much too stuff and chatty."

He shrugged nonchalantly. "I suppose you're right, but I'd rather not live with them. Most of them are disgusting slobs," he frowned, making a rather nasty face in regards to whom he was thinking of.

Irial nodded. "Try the Room of Requirement," he suggested. "I was in there once with Caitlin, it seems to be a pretty neat place. It showed me aspects of my home..." He sighed, remembering home. How he missed it.

"Have you been there before?" he asked her curiously.

Rhea shook her head no. She hadn't really ever needed the room of requirements before, seeing as she spent most of her time out doors.

"No. I have heard of it though. I suppose I haven't ever really needed it." She shrugged.
"Do you know where it is?"

I new interest in this so called room of requirements was sparked.
What would the room look like if she wanted to use it...

Irial nodded. "Caitlin brought me to it." He thought back to remember how to get there. "It's on the seventh floor," he began, "and it's across from a tapestry. I don't remember what tapestry though. Something silly though." He racked his brain trying to remember. "Oh. And you have to walk past the wall across from the tapestry three times, thinking really hard about the room. Then a door appears for you."

He shrugged. "I didn't have to do it, but I watched Caitlin as she did it. You should check it out. It's really neat. And when I was in there, it smelled like the forest, and there was a fire and lots of comfortable chairs. I only regret that we were fighting most of the time we were in there..."

Rhea mentally recorded all he said. So the room did exist and he had been there. She grinned, first thing tomorrow she would go looking for this room of requirements and have her own personal hide out.

"Oh did I tell you...I made the quidditch team.." she frowned, then looked up at him sullenly.
"Well the reserves, which kinda sucks, but oh well. At least I'll have some sort of quidditch this year."

Her thoughts then strayed back to all the tryouts that she had been to and she groaned miserably.
"I sucked at tryouts..."

Irial shook his head. "No, you didn't tell me. I'm glad you made the team. Even if it is the reserves. I personally don't see why you like it so much. Not the aspect of Quidditch, but the school teams. Seems to me like they're all biased gits." He shrugged. "That's just the conclusion I've come to when you were talking about tryouts when I found you in the bamboo forest that one day, and what I hear around the school."

Rhea nodded in regards to what Irial said.
"Care to walk?" She however didn't wait for a reply and moved off while continuing to talk to him.

"It really comes off that way doesn't it? I mean, some people get away with freaking murder, while some..." she looked at him and chuckled.
"Some just aren't so lucky huh?" she continued walking enjoying his company.
"Things used to be so different around here. Professor Rae was the best headmistress this school has ever had."

Irial nodded as they walked, thinking of a few specific Slytherins. "I don't recall Headmistress Rae, as I wasn't here when she was, but I do know some people outside of school who loved her. I wish I'd been here when she was." He shook his head and shoved his hands in his pockets.

"It'd be nice if people weren't so biased. The professors play favorites, as do the prefects. Now..Anna, the Head Girl, I like her..but everyone else..they're all gits." He narrowed his eyes and sighed angrily.

Rhea nodded agreeing with Irial completely.

"yeah you're right. But I can tell you one thing,I'm not going to take crap from those claws. Why can't they find an empty room and enlarge it and keep us out of each others faces!"

She gripped her wands now and yellow sparks flew.
" I don't want to share space with them...You know I was thinking about what you said about not coming back here..I love my house but things are so off here...I don't feel like staying either..."

Irial nodded. "See?" he said, leaning over and lowering her hand that was holding the wand. "You see why I want to leave? And lower the wand, you'll get us in trouble." He eyed the wand warily, then stepped back into line next to her.

"Seriously though..I doubt there's anything we could do." He shrugged defeatedly.

Rhea frowned and stuck the wand into the waist of her jeans.

She continued walking for a while but then stopped suddenly.
"I wouldn't say that we couldn't do anything about it. I'm sure that there is some way that we could cope with this school.." She made a face.
"It's just going to suck more if I stay here with something to help me pass the days while the hot shots have their way."

Wesley scurried down the hall. She had boatloads of homework to do. Arithmancy had been really confusing, and she had a feeling it was going to take her forever to finish.

She had thought about doing it in the library, but there where so many people in there that she had chickened out. So now she was going to the Ravenclaw Common Room. Correction: her common room. Wesley didn't know if this was such a good idea either. She didn't know any Ravenclaws. But she had to get her homework done- Hufflepuffs where dragging behind everyone else in House Points. And she owed it to everyone- Vanessa, Jake, Dominic, Melanie, Rhea- Wesley smiled at the last name, remembering her new friend, Sarah, and her head of house-to do her best.

She was so focused on getting to the common room and not getting lost along the way (because it was practically 8 floors from the old common room), that she wasn't exactly looking where she was going.

So when she saw the bright sparks, she screamed. "WAHHHHH!!"

Irial paused and stepped in front of Rhea. "Well what do you suggest we do?" he asked, his arms crossed over his chest. "I doubt we'd be able to change the way the school is run. A fourth year and a sixth year." He arched an eyebrow.

"If you have any ideas, let me know," he said, actually interested to hear if she had any. He paused, waiting to hear if she had any, when he heard a loud scream close to them.

His head whipped around and his gaze fell upon a small Hufflepuff girl. "Um..."

Rhea stopped when Irial stepped in front of her. She frowned.
"I didn't say we were going to change how the school is ran Mr. Darkk. We're simply going to Cope. A sneaky smile played on her lips.

She was about to say more when she heard a scream and looked around the same time Iri did.

Her look of alarm softened into an amused one when she saw who had scream.

"Wesley!" She moved towards towards her little friend.
"It's ok Wesley. Umm, this is my friend Irial Darkk. Irial this is Wesley," she said smiling.

Wesley had been cowering, her eyes closed and counting backwards from ten (apparently it is supposed to make you feel more calm) under her breath, but, at exactly number 5, was interrupted by a subtle "Um..." Opening her eyes, she looked around for the source of the sound.

Was it the older boy or... Wait! Was that...Rhea! "Rhea!" Wesley exclaimed happily at the same time the older girl said her own name.

Wait! Had Rhea heard her scream? Wesley turned bright red, self-conscious and embarrassed of her own timidness. Nodding shyly as Rhea introduced her to the older boy, Irial Darkk, Wesley couldn't help but think his last name was frightening. The tiny Hufflpuff was still scared of the dark. But then again, her name was a boy's name, so it wasn't a big deal. "Hello. Pleased to meet you," she said shyly, holding her short skinny arm out formally, just like Mother had taught her. The older boy was intimidating, but he was Rhea's friend, or at least Wesley thought he was, so she was determined to like him. Because any friend of Rhea's HAD to be nice.

Glad he wasn't wearing his usual dark clothes, as this girl seemed terrified of him, Irial nodded cordially to the girl and shook her hand politely. "Pleased to meet you, Wesley," he said, wondering why on earth she had a boy's name. Either way, she looked cute.

He glanced at Rhea. "She's a friend of yours, Rhea?" he asked, his purple eyes flashing curiously. His gaze turning back to the young girl, who seemed terrified of him. "You don't have to be afraid of me," he said quietly.

Rhea nodded and smiled at the small girl. She was greatly amused by Wesley and wondered why the girl was so easily scared by everything.

She put a comforting hand on her shoulder when she realized that she was scared of Irial.
"Yes, she's a friend of mine." She said smiling down fondly at the girl.
"She practically saved my life. I think hufflepuff got the best first year this year," she said squeezing Wesley's shoulder gently.

Wesley blushed darker red with Rhea's complements. She was glowing, inside and out, a happy bubbling feeling tickling her stomach. Rhea said she's my friend! My FRIEND! The tiny girl grinned, flashing her white, but slightly crooked, teeth.

"Rhea's the best too! You should have seen her! She turned all these leaves into PILLOWS!!!" Wesley exclaimed excitedly, immensely proud of her friend (!).

Wesley nodded, wide eyed, as Irial said there was nothing to be scared of. She trusted Rhea- and therefor, she trusted him. Absolutely and completely. "You don't have to be scared of me, either," she said seriously in her small eleven-year-old voice, even though she didn't think people where generally frightened of her. But you never knew. Wesley certainly didn't want to scare people.

Wesley tilted her head slightly, admiring the older boy's long hair. She wished she had long hair too- her own, dark brown, was cropped right at her ear. I wonder if he ever feels hot in the summer. "What house are you in?" she directed towards the boy, uncertain and genuinely curious since he wasn't wearing his robes.

Irial glanced at Rhea, his eyes arched. "Nearly saved your life, eh? Well that's something I haven't heard about." He decided to bug the girl about it later, and turned to Wesley.

"Alright then, little Wesley, I won't be scared of you." He gave her a kind smile, so not to frighten her. She reminded him of a small baby rabbit, poised to run at any given moment. You had to be careful with her. And Irial intended to. She seemed sweet.

"I'm a sixth year Gryffindor," he said politely. "I didn't feel like wearing my robes today."

Rhea smiled and listened as Wesley got acquainted with Irial. She moved back a bit to lean against the wall as her thoughts strayed back to the hufflepuff common room.

She sighed. Her beloved common room being flooded out leaving her to dorm with the snobby Claws. She would have preferred to dorm with anyone except the Claws.
Why they were so snobby she couldn't understand...or maybe it was winning the House and Quidditch cup so often....not this year...no anyone but the Claws.
"Definitely not this year..." she said aloud this time, not really intending to.

Wow. Sixth year. Wesley couldn't even imagine what it would be like to be so old. When I'm sixteen I'm gonna be super tall- 6 feet! And have floor length hair, she decided to herself. She nodded as he explained-like he was reading her mind! But when you're sixteen you've been through a lot- so you have to be super smart!, she figured, anxious to become old and be smart. "That's neat!" the Hufflepuff said, referring to his age because Wesley really liked her uniform. It made her feel professional- grown up. But then again, Irial had been going to Hogwarts for like, 6 years, so she supposed you could easily get bored of your uniform. She opened her mouth to say she was a first year- but then remembered Rhea had already said so earlier.

Wait! Definitely not this year? Wesley turned to look anxiously at Rhea, who had spoken. "Definitely not wear your robes this year?" she asked, worried. Why? Are they dangerous? Is something in the fabric poisoned? Wesley was confused. If Rhea said not to wear robes, than why was she wearing hers? Wesley looked down at herself, clothed in the uniform too. She pulled on her skirt nervously, tensed. The tiny girl looked back up,"But Rhea! If the robes are dangerous, then you need to change right now! I need to change! We need to tell people!" Wesley exclaimed, voicing her fears. I'm scared...