Sam walked slowly down the fifth floor corridor, not really paying attention to where she was going. Being a Seventh year official sucked. Nobody ever warned her that NEWTS were going to be so brutal. She has been crammed in the library for the past few weeks, studying like crazy. Her. Samantha Edwards. Studying! It was completely ridiculous. But what can you do? Apparently they are important or something. Like she cared. But if she didn't report to her mother about what a eventful day of studying she had, then a Howler was found around breakfast time. She has already received two this term. Everybody was against her.

Today she couldn't really concentrate though, so here she was wondering down the corridor, looking for any means of a distraction. Anything to get her out of the forsaken library. Maybe she would write a letter to Milo. She had been meaning to.

Making up her mind, she sat down upon the floor, resting her back on the wall, and pulled out a sheet of parchment from her bag. She then took her favorite quill from out of her pocket and looked off into space. What to write, what to write?

The small first year wandered down a randomly chosen corridor, having gone down each of the others on this particular floor already. Her decision to take a walk, however, was not just for the sake of wandering about the castle. There was a reason, Katie always had her reasons. And this one? Well it indirectly involved a certain first year Gryffindor boy, of whom she was STILL not speaking to, thank you very much. Katie was not avoiding him, she simply refused to acknowledge his annoying existance. Hogwarts was a large school, outside of classes it wasn't hard to put a good distance between herself and him. But now, she had bigger problems than an obnoxious Chosen lion.

How did her issue, whatever it may be, somehow include Legend? Easy, he was the one that gave her Waterfall. If he hadn't she wouldn't be looking for the darned bright blue, black spotted frog! If he hadn't, he wouldn't notice when she no longer had the frog, too. That was a bridge she was so NOT crossing, not now and not later. Gotta find that frog Katie thought, hugging the tan itty bitty rabbit she held gently.

Kaitlynnh never left the Badger Den without her school bag, which she commonly stored Waterfall in her little travel carrier that fit perfectly inside, with Nova being carried. Now since the flooding of the Hufflepuff Common Room, she had yet to leave either of her pets; they came wherever she went, to avoid losing one of them. Obviously, that was a fail. Stupid frog.. stupid Legend's idea the ranting continued in her mind, her feet led the way silently down the corridor until she noticed an all too familar figure sitting against the wall, paying her no attention.

A small, sly smile formed on her fruity pink lips. Katie shifted her baby rabbit to one side, for it's own safety as not to jostle it, and tiptoed her way towards Sammy until she was sure the seventh year would notice and foil her plan. Rather than letting that happen, the little first year shouted, "Hey Sammy!" in hopes of startling her older cousin. As innocently as she could, Katie practically bounced the last few steps over and looked down at the blank piece of parchment. Her head tilted to the side, a look of curiousity on the eleven-year-old's face. "Whatcha doin?"

For whatever reason William found himself walking slowly along the forth floor corridor, his feet shuffling along at the leisurely pace as his head bobbed to music no one else could hear. Goldie his tarantulla was safe in his pocket tucked beside the chocolate frogs he kept in them at all times. In case of emergency of course. Looking up he continued walking and hummed the theme song of Star Trek the only TV show he watched at home. he still had to thank his mother for actually buying that television for him.

fionishing his song he glanced up and nearly jumped out of his skin as he heard a shout. His eyes widened and he automatically took out his wand and held it at the ready before calming himself down. it almost sounded like Katie, though she couldn't be near this corridor could she? Nah, she was probably wandering off somewhere. Shrugging he walked towards the sound of her voice his blue eyes soft now as he put his wand away and leaned against the wall a few feet from her and someone who looked oddly familiar. Someone he'd seen only during the summer, except for last term.

"Sammy?" He asked curiously as he kicked off the wall and walked up to Katie grinning at her before turning back to the girl he could swear was Sammy. "Hey Katie." he added, tilting his head at her as she practically bounced over to the older Gryffindor.

Eh. Maybe writing a letter wasn't such a great idea. She couldn't even think what to say. She set her bottle of ink down on her parchment, which was seated upon her legs and reached into her bag again for a piece of gum. Where the purple peanut was it? She must of left her pack in the common room, which was flooded with Slytherins at the moment. Sam has been studying so hard, she was still trying to figure out why they were in there. One day she walked into the common room, and BAM. A sea of green. At first she had thought she had walked into the wrong common room, then she had spotted Sarah. Oh well. They weren't hurting anything.

Giving up on looking for her gum, she turned back to her parchment, just as somebody shouted her name right next to her. Of course she jumped, which resulted in her ink bottle to fly in the air. Then it was everywhere. Ink everywhere! ACK! It splattered onto her arm and her leg, the bottle falling to the ground.

Very slowly, the Gryffindor got to her feet, not saying anything. She then turned to the culprit and found her younger cousin looking at her blank sheet of parchment, which was now soaked in black ink. "Well you see, Rugrat #1, I was going to write a letter. But now that I am covered in ink, I see no reason to." she said calmly. A little too calmly for a person who was just covered in ink.

"Excuse me." she said politely and took a few steps away from her, and pulled out her wand. Instead of making the ink vanish, she placed a bubble charm around her head and placed a spell so nobody could hear her. She then proceeded to scream at the top of her lungs. When she was done, she took the bubble of her head and walked back to her cousin. Has the stress reached Sammy yet? I would have to say yes.

"Ok, I feel ten times better. Why are you alone?" Sam asked, looking a lot better then she did a few seconds ago. Then her eyes got wide. "Dude! You didn't really push Legend into the lake did you? You were always saying you were. I thought you were kidding." The Seventh year then began cleaning up the ink mess, using her wand.

Just as she was about to clean her pant leg, she heard her name again. This time a lot softer and not as messy. She turned her head and saw Ari's little cousin. "Oh hey William. What a reasonable way to greet somebody. I think Katie needs help in that department." she chuckled. She recited the spell to clean her pants and rolled her eyes when she saw it left a stain. Oh well, she never really liked this pants anyways.

And startle her she did. Perhaps that wasn't the very best of her ideas after all, by the looks of it. Definitely not. "Oops?" Katie chirped, watching intentively as Samantha got up from the floor. The young Hufflepuff was hesitant but waited cautiously, sure Mount St. Sammy was about to erupt. Her childish mind couldn't help from play with the thought, the explosion was reversed. Instead of lava she spilled ink, and that happened without voilently active warning that usually came with mountains. Human- better yet, witch mountains must be different. Yes, that was it.

"You could use white ink." The comment came out without thinking about what she was saying, and who she was saying it to. In her defense, Katie did think it was a good bit of advice! Would Sam see it that way? Well... "Uhuh," she nodded once, dark chocolate brown orbs following after the taller girl with the same held interest. There was a bubble on her head. It was a neat little trick, but the small one couldn't get past the Gryffindor's odd behavior; really, who charmed a bubble on their own head? And why was she making such a funny face?! "She's lost it." Kaitlynnh stated, keeping the rest of her opinion to herself: As far as anyone is concerned, we are soooo not related.

If not for the fact Sam said she felt better now, and was not preparing to eat her or anything along the lines that meant she was in deep trouble, Katie would have gladly pointed out that she looked like a loony only a moment ago. She thought better of it, though. That and Sam distracted her by bringing up that subject. She didn't need to say his name, the girl just knew. Her eyes narrowed on the wall were she had averted her gaze, "Not yet I haven't, that's next on my list." She spoke in utmost seriousness, looking back up at the older brunette. "I'm not talking to Legend." Katie added simply, settling Nova in the pocket of her outter school robes while she did.

Her attention shifted upon hearing William, a small smile returned in place of her scowling. "Hey Will!" Katie greeted in response, her smile growing at her cousins comment. As childish as it was, she stuck her tongue out. Saying cheekily, "I knew what I was doing, it's not my fault you leave ink bottles open while staring at formerly blank sheets of parchment."

William watched as the ink bottle flew and spilled ink all over Sammy, his face composed and calm. If it had been anyone else, say Jake Upstead he'd be laughing hysterically. but since it was Sammy, and he had heard about her temper from valuable sources he did the next best thing; laughed hysterically inside, without showing on the outside. It was the best thing he could do to not feel the wrath he knew he'd get. When she had cleaned herself off she surprised him by using a bubble head charm to scream and rant before gaining her composure.

Thinking this would be the best time gto walk a bit closer to them he did so, shuffling his feet and eying Sammy to make sure it was all clear before moving on. Goldie fidgeted in his pocket and he ran a finger over her back to calm her down before looking from Katie to see a hint of annoyance creep in her face at the mention of Legend. He couldn't help but smirk as he sidled up to stand beside Katie and saying, "If you need help in pushing him in let me know." with a sly wink before smiling gently at her.

His hand started prickling and he glanced down at his pocket. Goldie was trying to climb his hand to get outside and see what the commotion was about. Taking his hand out he sighed as he bent down quickly, opening his bag and taking out a small see-through container. Three crickets were hopping in it and he acted quickly, opening the container and placing Goldie in it before shutting it again so no hip hoppers would hop out. That done he shook his head glaring at the spider before putting the container back in his bag and standing up.

Turning back to Sammy his eyes went clearer to a softer blue as finished cleaning off her pants. "I try to be reasonable. I could have shouted 'hi' but Katie beat me to it and I am trying to be on my best behavior." He pointed out grinning a bit before looking over her parchment. "It's a good thing none of the ink landed on the walls or floor, I heard Mr. Masterson is in a fowl mood for some reason." He stated evenly, before shutting his mouth. No need to get her any madder than necessary. Changing the subject he asked instead. "Does anyone like lemons?" randomly, his mind completely blank for anything to say.

"Not really," Rogue shrugged. "I think it's because my hair never had a reason to change, I think I was too bored." She thought for a moment and asked, "When exactly are you going to start recording?"

Sam began stuffing things back into her bag, luckily the ink had not gotten onto it. Scratch that. She found some spots on the strap. Scowling, the Gryffindor recited the cleaning charm on her book bag. Her favorite book bag.

She then looked up, raising an eyebrow at her cousin. "You? Not talking to Legend?" Sam snorted. Katie not bossing somebody around was like saying Legend was a calm little boy. "So what he do this time?" she asked curiously. This had to be good.

"Well at least somebody is good around here." she said in response to William. Sam then listened to what he said next. "Yeah well, from what I heard Mr. Masterson won't be walking any where for awhile." Being kicked in the family region would put anybody a fowl mood. Poor guy.

Her smile quickly went into a scowl at Katie's remark. "It was blank because I hadn't written anything yet! And it's not like the ink bottle was hidden or anything." Brat. She was lucky she was her cousin. Who in turn could tattle to her mother. Getting her mother mad now was not something Sammy wanted to do. "Lucky midget." Sam muttered under her breath.

The Seventh year's attention was then on the hairy thing William was pulling out of his pocket. "What the Holy Hippogriff is that?!" she jumped. Was that a flipping spider?! It was a flipping spider! What the heck was the boy doing with a flipping spider? A FLIPPING SPIDER?!

That was one thing she appreciated most about William; he took her side. While Mackayla, James and Danny (who wasn't here yet) filled the position of 'Peace Keeper', and tried very hard to fufill those hopeless roles, William was there and willing to help assist her whenever the three troublesome terrors, also known as Legend, Mat and Cy (the other boys she hung around most, and actually considered to be good friends of hers, for some very strange reason) were up to no good and commonly she was the center of their plot, in all honesty. . it came as no surprise that Katie was their favorite target. Not even to Katie. "I'll let you know when Operation: Legend-Meets-The-Giant-Squid is a go," Katie promised, quiet to avoid any unwanted easedropping from any students that might be walking in their direction. She beamed at the happy thought, her face lighting up like a five-year-olds in a candy store, imagining the future event in her head. It's SPLASH, Legend. SPLAT means we missed the water! She wasn't sure why, but the first summer she had spent away from home for a few days with her sister, where she had met the Chosen boy, a certain memory from it played as well.

She was quick to snap out of her trance-like state, hearing but not truly grasping Samantha's question until she silently repeated it to no one but herself. The old, fond, childish memory of an ALMOST adorable little blonde haired, green eyed boy vanished into a sea of bitterness. Kaitlynnh scowled, "Do you know any other Katie's in our family, or even any other First Year's here by the name of Katie?" She asked, her sarcasm hitting a high. It was touching on the rude side, teeter-tottering there on the edge. Legend, even the mention of him, tended to bring out her bottled up frustrations. "Yes me, not talking to him." She stared, dark eyed up at the Seventh year, trying to find an answer to that.

What had Legend done? She couldn't remember the original reason, the first thing to bring on this 'I'm-not-talking-to-you' phase, but it was something. And continued to build, like feeding fuel to a burning fire. It wasn't hard for Legend to do that, or one of the other two boys to do it for him. Deciding to go the simple route, Katie shrugged, "We faught a lot right before september, mostily thanks to him leaving me in Diagon Alley when we were suppose to stay together. Did some other stuff at the beginning of the school year. . haven't really talked to him since," the girl said, once again choosing to glare at the cold, stone corridor floor; hopefully it didn't look like she was addressing it, too.

As Sam and Will mentioned something vague about Mr. Masterson and something not quite right there, Katie took a deep breath to soothe her irritation and return with a softer gaze than the one she had fixed on the ground. "I kinda got that much," She interrupted when Sam explained the obvious, why the parchment had been blank. Had been, being the keyword here. Again, she slipped into silence, for a whole two seconds. "So what, you expect me to not sneak up on you if you have an open bottle of ink laying around?" Katie questioned, looking skeptical. Chyeah right! Atleast the Gryffindor could dream, and count down the days until she would be freed of the rugrat army.

She snickered at Will's comment on behaving, which quickly turned to muffled laughter as she pressed her palms to her lips, finding Sam's unexpected reaction towards the large, hairy creature to be rather hilarious indeed. "I think," Katie tried calming herself, and managed to get out the rest, "it's a tarantula."

William didn’t know what to do or say about anything yet sp he just stood there like a statue listening to Katie who seemed to be explaining why she was annoyed at Legend. He didn’t know Legend well enough to know what to think of the guy, he seemed cool but every time Will cam over he’d be called Willyboy. Only one person called him that Professor Bunbury. He didn’t like being called names, even cute fuzzy names. He liked to be called William or Will plain and simple. He remembered almost threatening the last person who had dared to call him something different.

Clearing those thoughts from his mind he glanced at Sammy who suddenly looked terrified. For a moment he couldn’t figure out why but then he remembered taking his tarantula out and putting it into its cage. “Oh, that’s Goldie. She’s okay, won’t bite. You’re not scared of her are you?” He couldn’t help but ask, a teasing smile appearing on his face. If she was, well there was nothing he could really do about it at this moment. Goldie was safe in his bag now and there was no way he'd take her out until he got back to his dorm.

Katie didn’t seem fazed at all by the appearance of Goldie. In fact she almost seemed at ease with it. That girl was stranger than he thought, strange but in a good, cool way. He didn’t know what to think of her anymore, she always changed when she was around him. He could trust her though and that was saying something since the only people at Hogwarts he could trust were a few professors. Shoving his hands into his pocket he slouched a bit against the wall, not realizing a picture had fallen out of it as he dug around for a loose frog.

Amanda headed into the 5th floor corridor with her guitar in hand, at least it was warm in here and the murky water hadn't flooded this area yet. She found a spot and sat down, resting her guitar in her lap for the moment while she took a pick out of her pocket.

*Gabben walked up the stairs then sat down in front of Amanda.*
"So why did you want to take me to the fifth floor?"
*He smirked and raised an eyebrow.*

"Well, I wanted to be back in the school and besides I wanted to play a couple of my songs for you." Amanda said with a slight smirk then moved her guitar and placed the pick near the strings, getting ready to play a song.

"Well then lets hear it. I've never heard you live." *Gabben laughed a little and winked at her.*

"Alright, this is a song I wrote a few days ago and I don't have a title for it yet." Amanda said then blushed a bit as Gabben winked at her then started playing the opening chords of the song, thank merlin her vocal chords were warmed up so she could sing properly.

Everytime I turn around
I see you standing there, looking back at me
My heart starts to flutter
And I don't know why
I just think I might be falling for you

She continued playing the song as she sang, her fingers moving along the neck of the guitar gently.

*Gabben smiled and listened.*
"Hmmm, I like it. You have a true gift other then magic. Not a lot of witches or wizards can say that."

"Well its taken me years to be able to play guitar this well, I took vocal lessons as a child because I knew one day I was going to become a rock star, it was just a matter of when." Amanda said and smiled, she continued to play her guitar only this time it was just random chords.

"My grandfather made sure I could play piano, dance, and sing. Sadly the singing part didn't come out as best as I would like."
*He turned a little red and looked away.*
"I sound like a werewolf stuck in a trash compactor..."
*The werewolf comment made him frown a little. He still had a bone to pick with prince Helios.*

"That's interesting, my parents didn't really push me to do stuff. My father taught me guitar when I was 4 and I got really good when I was 10." Amanda said then smirked slightly when she noticed that Gabben turned a little red.

"A werewolf in a trash compactor huh? Well, I've never heard anyone refer to their singing in that sense." She said then chuckled slightly at the comment, she had to admit that was a bit funny.

"It's that bad, my singing. My grandfather said he wanted me to be raised like a true Gardner boy. And that meant learning to dance, play music, sword fight, horse ridding, and be very well read in magical and muggle books. It's as if he knew I might one day be... well a king."
*He frowned and looked down. He had been pushing those thoughts out of his mind for the past few days. And right at that moment they came back in a wave.*

Helios had been attracted to the sound of music. How long he had been standing against that wall was up for debate. While there was no way to tell what he was thinking about, but he sure looked amused.

"Well that's seems as though that you were forced to do things that you didn't necessairly want to do." Amanda said then noticed Gabben looking down, she knew that he didn't want to think about his future yet with comments like that it was hard not to. She couldn't imagine how challenging this had to be for him but she was trying to think of something to distract him from that topic for now.

Rogue walked back down the fifth floor corridor and saw Amanda and some Hufflepuff she, of course, didn't know. She smiled slightly and said, "What's this I hear about a werewolf in a trash compacter, because I highly resent that."

"True, I had it all packed in to me in two years. I didn't always live with my grandfather so he felt like he was making up for lost time. Even though it wasn't something I cared to do, at least I got to spend time with him." *Gabben smiled as he remembered his times of teaching with his grandfather.*

*Gabben laughed a little hearing the new person walking to them.*
"Thats sadly how my singing sounds..."
*He let that last statement fade as he saw who was standing near by. Gabben stood up and glared at Helios.*
"What are you doing here prince of nothing?"
*It was true, Gabben had no idea what Helios was even a prince of but that didn't matter to Gabben. Everytime he saw this boy he liked him less and less.*

"Well I do suppose that's good in a way." Amanda said then shrugged slightly as she continued to play her guitar, she smirked a little when she noticed Rogue reappear in the corridor, she hadn't seen her friend for a little while and needed to talk to her later on.