Statuesque was once used to describe him. For a moment, he was statue like in appearence as well, the only thing moving on him was a fluffy cloud below his left iris.

"I was looking for music, but it seems I found trouble." The golden Hufflepuff carefully rolled up his sleeves before approaching the pair near the stairs.

"Could you play us a song? Something to set the mood."

"Yeah, as soon as you leave the music will start again." *Gabben growled over at Helios. Gabben had to watch himself, he might hex or fight Helios for what he did.*

"Whoa..okay, it sounds as though someone needs to calm down before they do something which I will have to stop." Amanda said as she stopped playing her guitar and put her hand near her wand for now, she wasn't playing around here, she was serious.

"And I am the rude one?" Helios looked hurt, his head slightly tilted to the side, eyeing the other boy.

"You're starting a fight over a song. Choose your battles more carefully." Gabben had a fire in him that Helios rarely witnessed. He also had backup against a wandless opponent. Things weren't on the Greeks side.

"This isn't about a song Sunrider..." *Gabben found that he was a little bit taller then the Prince so he folded his arms and glared down at him.*

"Then you shouldn't be opposed to some background music to you telling me your problem." Helios was smiling, his posture casual except for a balled fist at his side. "Perhaps you could sing it. It might make me more inclined to care."

*Gabben growled and raised a fist but stopped. Headlines to papers ran in his mind. Royal Brawl at Hogwarts!*

"You know what the problem is Helios."

"Spell it out for me." Only his confusion eclipsed his anger. Was Gabben really going to hit him? Not that he didn't deserve it; he just wanted to know why.

Amanda sighed and crossed her arms over her chest, she had to get out of the way before she got hit by a spell or hex which was bounced off the wall. She wasn't truly impressed that Gabben was about to cause a fight but she didn't want to get in the middle of this but if things got too crazy, then she would stop it.

Chris Potter had had a long day and needed some rest. He had stopped at the Prefects bathroom and was now on his way when he rounded a corner. He came across three students obviously upset, he hoped a fight didnt break out. It was too late for that. "Hey guys, is there a problem?" he asked them warily.

Rogue had sliently watched the exchange until a Prefect showed up. She smirked, her hair went silver, and said, "Nothing's wrong here, you can be on your way."

"A royal letter was sent to Kyle's family, and to Hogwarts saying that Kyle was being sent to... a place for his kind. What do you know about that?"

*Gabben didn't listen to the prefect or the others around him. There were only 5 royal wizarding families in the world. Three of the families had no idea who Kyle even was. The only two were Gabben's and Helios. And Gabben knew for a fact that his family had not done anything, so it had to be Helios.*

Chris stared at the girl a surprised look on his face. It quickly vanished a his face became deadly serious. He was tired and just wanted to go to bed. He wasn't about to deal with her tone. "Excuse me? I will leave when I am ready. Now I want to know if there is anything going on here, If someone doesnt talk or stop this - whatever it is I will be forced to hand out demerits." He said angrier every word. He was not taking rude behavior right now.

Chris watched as the boy kept talking and ignored him. "Hello? Did you not hear what I said to her?"

*Gabben growled to himself and turned to the prefect.*
"Nothing is going on here. I'm just asking a question to Helios."

Chris stared at the boy fighting back the urge to yell at the boy. "Fine you ask him your question, but you better be civilized. If I find out you two fight or cause any trouble, I will be contacting a Professor. If that happens you can forget about the demerit and just recieve a detention instead. Do you understand? That goes for anyone here that causes any trouble." he turned to walk away and then said. "And dont think I won't know."

As far as he was concerned there was only him and Gabben. "You well know that my kind doesn't tolerate his kind." It was about the boy with the secret. Interesting.

"And if we wanted him dead, we wouldn't write a letter. Either he's been put out of his misery, or he's running with the other creatures, what's it matter to you?"

"Don't you ever talk about Kyle like that. Do you hear me?" *Gabben growled to Helios. He would have yelled but he tried to listen to the prefect.*

"What do you mean your kind?" *Gabben asked in a low voice.*

"The kind that need not answer to the likes of you." Helios snapped with a flick of his serpent tongue. Kaz's gift.

Pushing past Gabben to go for the stairs, he only paused to look at the Gryffindor prefect. "That was me being nice." After touching the staircase, he disappeared into the castle.

*Gabben was taken aback by what he saw. He ran after Helios and stood in front of him.*
"Oh no you don't. Is that a challenge Sunrider?"

Amanda sighed and shook her head as she noticed Gabben run after another Hufflepuff that she didn't know, frankly she wasn't going to waste her time trying to keep him out of trouble when it wouldn't help anyways. She got up and took her guitar with her, then turned around and headed the other way; if Gabben wanted her to be around, he had to realize that he needed to pay attention to her rather than going off and picking fights.

There was no stopping him. Nothing would get in his way. "Even I know not to chase the villain, when you should be saving the girl." They could fight another day. They both had better things to do today.

*Gabben spun around and saw that Amanda had left.*
"Ahh great... This isn't over."
*Gabben pointed to Helios then ran off to find Amanda.*

"An old friend asked you to do them a favour, and in result you come to Hogwarts? Is the 'old friend' a student here?" Rachel asked, trying to keep the dismay out of her voice as she realised that they had all too quickly reached the fifth floor. What happened to the HUGE corridors of Hogwarts? The long, winding staircases that in the morning took an AGONIZINGLY long time to climb or descend? Where was the HUGE castle and why had it been replaced with something tiny and inconsequential as this pathetic little thing...

Maybe the water is making the building smaller. Yeah, or MAYBE you're walking TOO fast! a voice in her head yelled indignantly, cutting off all her other mental rants about mini-Hogwarts. Immediately her pace, which had unconsciously began to increase, reduced itself to snail speed yet again and she smiled slightly as she saw the loooooong corridor in front of them. Good - excellent sports, more time with Reid. Perfect!

Grinning at that last thought - the spending time with the gorgeous boy next to her one - she automatically reached up to more a stray strand of hair away from her face and behind her ear, knowing fully well that in less than five seconds that strand will be over her face again. But she didn't care -for once- because guess what?! Rachel Rider was with Reid Hemingway - and NOTHING was going to make her sad now. Nothing AT ALL.

Hopefully.

It was so obvious she wondered why she hadn't caught on immediately.

The way he treated her from the off? The references he made to things that occurred well before her birth? Talking about a past when they had none?

Caroline, armed with a satchel full of papers scampered down the corridor with quite a bit of apprehension. This would be a less than pleasant conversation. Though, how pleasant had any of the others been, really?

Professor Kazimeriz came walking down the corridor as briskly as a 103-year old man with a cursed hip and severe arthritis can. He froze in place when he saw Caroline... he was not prepared to deal with her attitude yet, he hadn't even yet had a chance to file a report with the Headmaster for her conduct. He still felt rebuffed and angry-- wounded, even-- over her disrespectful tone in front of the students and her dismissal of his promising sixth year in the hospital wing. Hoping she had not yet seen him, he turned as though he had forgotten something and started ambling in the opposite direction, turning a corner and hoping he had not been spotted.