Copernicus took her hand and shook it solemnly. "Library?"

"Library." Celandine agreed, still shaking his hand simply so she didn't have to let go of it. She gave it a little tug and took a few steps backward toward the library.

Kevin skipped along the fourth floor corridor heading towards the library he was wanting to check up on something and he knew that the library probably would have the book he was looking for he was just hoping that it was not in the restricted section cause then he would have to ask a professor's permission to get the book out of the rescrited section

"It just might," Rachel nodded with a small grin and walked towards the stairs that will lead them up towards the fourth level. As they walked (in a pace that would seem slow for snails) the fifth year felt her hand twitch slightly and frowned. What in the world? First blushing, then rambling, then being dumb, and now TWITCHING?!

I will NOT twitch. Balling her hands into tight fists, it took her a moment to realise that she hadn't been twitching - no, it was much worse. She had actually wanted to take his hand. YES - TAKE HIS HAND. Handholding?! HANDHOLDING?! Back when she had been an innocent little ten year old muggle she had liked to go to movies and the thing that she always remembered bothering her was the PDA. Not the kissing, since those parts were always cute, but the staring and the eyeflirting and the HANDHOLDING. It had all been a little too much for little Rachel.

And apparently big witch Rachel wasn't so fond of it either. Looking down for a second, she wondered if she really didn't want to or she was afraid of doing it. After a moment, the answer that came to her didn't really please her - she was afraid.

Ooh yay, a distraction!

Unable to help the urge that came over her as she saw Reid's expression, Rachel leaned upwards and with a mischievous grin, pinched Reid's cheeks as if he were four years old. "All right, you ickle baby I won't," she cooed while chuckling at him. He was REALLY cute... But not only because she loved babies.

Reid walked alongside Rachel shortening his steps so that they would match hers. It was actually kinda hard because even when he walked slow normally she took about two and a half steps to every one of his therefore going at this pace was worse. But if it meant he could spend more time with her it was worth it. Way worth it. Shooting a glance at her he couldn't help but let his gaze soften fondly before he looked straight ahead again, resuming his pouting look.

Reid lowered his head so that he was looking more at the ground than anything else, that was when he noticed her clenched hands. What was wrong? Had he done something? Or was she just having a girl thing? Of course she could just be thinking about something unpleasant. Maybe she had a boyfriend already and felt as if she was betraying him. Reid hoped it wasn't that. Reid looked back up and at her and his thoughts on that issue melted away. Rachel would have said that she had a boyfriend already if she did.

Wait wha... Reid blinked in slight shock as Rachel pinched his cheeks. She was acting as if he looked like a little kid or something. But he only did that when he pouted. Oh right, he'd been pouting. Well at least now he knew she thought he was adorable when he pouted. "So..." he said, trying to think of something to say to her but not sure what. The silence was beginning to get to him again.

Rachel sighed. Figures - she could only really be interesting for so long... She wondered at what point Reid would try to delicately make a run for it and leave her to be. This silence was horrible enough to drive anyone away. Even her - although the chances that she will run away from him were VERY slim; in fact, the only way she could see that happening was if something popped up behind them with the intent on harming them- no, actually, she wouldn't even run away then.

Pathetic girl. "So..." the fifth year repeated, letting herself brainstorm a mile a minute in search for something to say. "Are you new?" Rachel felt her mouth speak of it's own accord, and quickly shut it before it could continue to embarrass her.

Are you NEW?! Was she serious?!?! Merlin's sweet socks, she was insane. Either that or somewhere deep down she had a death wish - to pop the clock out of embarrassment. Truthfully, she had been wondering that for a while... If Reid wasn't new, then she really couldn't comprehend the fact that she had never seen him before - it didn't register. But then, if he WAS new, then that could actually open up a lovely little conversation.

Which, effectively, would kick this silence's butt. Grinning, she unclenched her fists and allowed her arms to swing loosely by her sides, glad that the handholding urge had been replaced with a talkative urge - something she was MUCH more familiar with.

Was he new? Reid was sure that they'd had this conversation before. Then again they may not have as he was so used to explaining to people that he sometimes forgot if someone knew or not. At least it was a form of conversation. And it seemed as if Rachel was in a more relaxed mood. "Yea my parents only moved back to England at the end of last semester. At first I wasn't going to come here but an old friend asked that I do them a favour so I had my parents transfer me here." Reid told her, not offering all the information, figuring that this would be a way to draw the conversation out.

Reid began playing with his ring while sneaking surruptitious glances at Rachel. She was the most beautiful person he knew and he couldn't help but be drawn to look and talk to her. It was with a disappointed sigh that he realised that they had almost reached the stairs to the fifth floor and he was overtaken by the overwhelming urge to take hold of her hand. An urge which he fought rather successfully. He didn't know if she'd react positively to the small PDA or not and so decided not to chance it this early on. I'll hold her hand when we reach the sixth floor. Reid was determined that he'd take the risk before they parted.

Having walked all the way back to the castle, Fyo was beginning to feel a little more.. normal. It was only after his sorta scattered wits had fully returned to him that he looked around, and realized they were in a corridor.

"Hey, we're in a corridor," he said, tactlessly stating the obvious. Umm.. yeah. They were. In a corridor, that is. But which one? "Any idea which floor we're on, Butterfly?" he asked, a little uncertainly.

Alice looked at him, his now back to normal face. He and his messy hair. Everything was perfect. He looked like a sculpture. Done by a talented artist.

She was brought back to earth by his voice. It was sudden, but she didnt jump or anything. "Oh!" she exlaimed and wondered how did they get there without her knowledge?! Fantastic. "Aw..no. I have no idea Fyo." she grinned sheepishly. Who cared the floors and sky?!Haha.

Great. Just great. They weren't lost - not exactly - but they had no idea where they were [knowing you were in a corridor wasn't exactly a great help, because there were so many of them in Hogwarts. Corridors, that is.] and Fyo was not precisely happy about that, no.

"Um," he said, frowning slightly and looking around. "I think we're on the fourth floor. No wait - I'm sure we're on the fourth floor."

He felt he was sure, anyway.

Alice blinked twice before registered his words. Yes they were in the middle of the corridor. But which one? The corridors in Hogwarts looked even and similar. She didnt want to take a guess so nodded, "Yes I think so. But I dont mind.." she smiled.

"Fyo, i wanted to go to the library. You're coming with me?" she didnt ask but almost invited him.

Was she asking him if he wanted to come, or telling him that he needed to come? Um.. Telling him, Fyo guessed. He smiled slightly at the thought, before giving a quick nod of his head.

"I think I am," he said, taking her hand. "Let's go."

Alice's face brightened up. "Let's go.." she took his hand in her free hand as the other one holding the chocolate box securely. "I wanted to show you something in the library.." she winked mischievously. Mischievous. Oh..Yay! Alice's getting better at this stuffs now a days. lol.

She almost running towards the library with Fyo hand in hand. Badger and Lion. Nah..butterfly and Lion. So cute together.

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There was a sudden heavy weight on her and Daphne grunted, vision darkening and brightening as they wrestled the garments. "What is going oooon?" exclaimed the blond as she tried dislodging and earring then.

Thudthudthudthudthud.

Her feet were hitting every step on their way up the flight of stairs, towards the fourth floor.

Plymouth would have probably been having HEAPS of fun riding the mysterious flying pants if they hadn't been dragging his future!date behind them. She wanted to know what was going on?? GOOD question! "I... think we're under attack! But don't WORRY! I'll save YOU!" Plymouth was getting bruises from the bouncing on the stairs and that meant Daphne probably was too.


And that was just UNACCEPTABLE.


He could have really used a pair of scissors. Oh. HEY! WAND! LAWSON! WAND! In a flurry of hands, Plymouth dug out his wand and waved it around triumphantly. "FINI -" Ohhhh... they (Plymouth, Daphne, and the pants) took a corner a little fast and Plymouth's wand went flying out of his hand. And it rolled away....


Ruh Roh. Again.

Luke strolled down the fourth floor corridor with his hoodie on and, which was strange since he was on the inside and as usual his hands deep in his pockets.

No one will ever make me use one of those stupid uniforms more than I have to, he thought, such a silly thing, back at that other school we didn't have this, and that other one neither, I wish I didn't get myself kicked around so much.

His face was semi obscured by the hoodie and his mouth was a fine line. Yesterday, he was having such a good time, skipping classes, just fooling around doing nothing and all those things had happened. First, when he was so peacefully minding about his own business, a girl started talking to him.. what was her name.. Bloke.. Bleke? Blake! And then there was that other one, Pipes or Piper or something.... the Pipe girl fell on her stomach right in front of him and had a nervous melt down on the way back.

He stopped near an armour. He examined it for a few moments and decided it was a good spot, so he sat behind it and pulled from his pocket a book. Leaning against the wall, feeling rather comfortable, seeing but not really being seen, he started reading his book, begging for some peace this time.

What was it with teenage boys! They were sooo disfuctional! Sighing deeply,and taking a thoughtful walk,Blake strolled down the corridor of the most desterted corridor known to man. The walls even seemed to be half death without any sort of life or movement even. Weird really. The paintings normally seemed to be the life and soul of hogwarts.. but not today .. weird.

Blake took a right turning which turned her onto the main part of the fourth corridor.She sighed for a moment,and brushed her hair out of her eyes and placed it on her shoulder,but before she could think of anything else, she saw someone she didnt expect."You know.. I think your stalking me.."she said to him,with a tiny smile.

Luke was getting to a very exciting part of his novel when a female voice disrupted his thoughts. Stalking? Who, what? Oh.. it's one of those girls from yesterday..

"Well if I am you shouldn't be talking to me now, should you?" he said raising his head from he book and pulling his hoodie down. He turned the corner of the page he was in down and put the book in his kangaroo pocket.

"I guess I'll have to find a better hide out next time, you seem to be everywhere decent in this place" this freaking dump, this freaking school with these freaking uniforms and rules. Gosh, I'm legaly an adult now, why do I have to be stuck here? Oh focus Luke eyes on the goal, you need to graduate.

He was starting to think that there was something on his face that invited people to talk to him. That meant he wasn't pulling his angry face as good as usual. He kicked back his mean attitude and narrowed his eyes.

Blake half laughed at his sarcastic remarks.She let them fly over his head,"The bitter,arrogant front suits you.."she said to him,not bothering with feelings or anything.She never normally did in situtations like this.She sat beside him,and glanced at his book."I know you dont really like me..but I dont really care..I have nothing else better to do.."she said to him,sighing and slumping over and holding her knees tight to her chest.

"What book are you reading?"she asked him.

She could see he was getting a little peeved,and she could tell that he remembered her from yesterday.She smiled at the thought of yesterday.Such a good introduction to all of them.She turned to him."So .. are you going to tell me your name.. or am I going to have to guess it?"she asked him.

Luke couldn't help to grin at her. Arrogant? Maybe, bitter? hmm... as she sat besides him he looked at her perplexed. "I thought I sort of made it clear I wasn't looking for company..." but she really didn't seem to care. She sat next to him, made herself all comfy

He rolled her eyes. I've must have spit on Merlin's thumb to deserve this... My name? She actually want to know my name. He turned himself to face the girl - Blake - he remembered, tall with nice blond hair. Did he want to tell her his name? NO.

But then he remembered Piper's face while he cured her on the third floor, how she looked so panicked like she was about to cry, scared of him. Ok, maybe this hole attitude is a bit too much...but still

"Well, guessing won't be too hard for you since you're so smart" he teased, looking away again and ignoring her question about the book as he made sure it was still on his pocket.

Blake laughed at him and shrugged,"Like I said... I dont care..I have two free periods so,its just you and me.."she said,grinning.She looked forward at the paintings and they still seemed to be very quite.That was soo strange to see seeing as the paintings would normally be commenting on each word spoken, but from there end,it seemed to be silent.

She looked at him for a long hard minute."Well theres one name that just springs to mind..but I dont think it would be that one.."she said,"I dont think your parents are that mean."she said,half smirking."But you could tell me your name? Or I could just make one up for you.."she said,laughing.

She looked away from him for a moment,and rested her head on the wall,closing her eyes for a moment."I have you all figured out .."she said to him,"So you can drop all the act."she said,turning to look at him with a certain expression.

"Luky me" he commented. He followed her gaze and saw that she was looking at the painting. They were awfully quiet and it was strange to see them so still.

Back at his other school they only had painting at the dorms and they were the loudest ones he had ever seen.

"Ouch... my parent's would probably be that mean, you never know, I might have been born in Transylvania and Dracula is my father" he chuckled a little. Well his parent's weren't from Transylvania but they were as friendly as vampires were, at least for people they considered inferior of that were not wearing expensive jewellery.

"Luke, my name is Luke" he said to be safe. It was enough that she was courageous enough to sit next to him and make him talk to him, he didn't also want her to call him Dorky or something like that.

And then she said she had him figured out. He raised an eyebrow and looked at her again. "What do you mean?" he asked sharply, did she catalogued him or something? He didn't like when people assumed they knew him, he wasn't to be judged by his appearance he had been making a lot of effort to change that.He hated that he had all that money and that name to live up to, he was trying to be someone other than Michael Bennet's son. The great ancestral Bennet's family...

Blake sighed when he spoke."What is it was the paintings..?"she said,looking at him for a moment.She'd caught him looking at them too,so she thought she'd ask

Blake laughed at his first reaction to the Parents Comment.She looked at him and smiled,"Now..being sat here taking with you.. why wouldnt that surprise me.."she said,shrugging at him for a moment.This was the first time she could actually say what she thought straight off to someone,without thinking of what she was saying.She liked it.

"Well..were finally getting somewhere..."she said to him,with a grin."Nice to meet you Luke.."she said,"But Im sure you'll disagree.."she said,smiling.

She looked at him as he spoke."I know what your all about.."she said to him."But its not the real you.. is it?"she said to him. Quick a meaningful question."And dont lie... I dont do lying.."she said,

Luke stretched his arms in front of him before answering her question "well, the paintingS seem quiet it caught my eye". He let a laugh escape his lips to her smart and quick answers.

He could almost say he was enjoying the talk. It had been a long time since people spent more than 5 minutes trying to talk to him. They normally gave up once he gave them more than 3 sarcastic cruel answers. But Blake handled them smoothly.

But again, she talked too much " You know nothing about me" he snapped at her, looking her hard on the eye " why would you?".

He folded his arms tight in his chest and stared to the wall opposite from where they were sitting. Don't do lying? What was that all about, he wasn't obliged to tell her anything, he was doing much more than he used to answering her impertinent questions, always popping out from everywhere.

Blake smiled at him.She found his sarcastic remarks something of humour,and it almost relaxed her mood.She glanced at this boy for a moment,taking everything bit of him in.His appearence,his body language,everything.It made something trigger inside her.Something weird.She looked at him for a moment and then looked back at the painting,before he could notice her glances.

She looked at him for a moment,when he snapped."What is the real you Luke?"she said to him,not paying any attention to his remarks towards her in a harsh way."What is the real Luke?"she asked,looking deep deep into his eyes.

Luke got to his feet - I'm going away,no way I'm sitting here being asked questions to which I don't have an answer- and his book fell of his pocket during the movement: Richard III, William Shakespeare; a very well known Muggle writer.

He stood there looking at the book, not facing Blake. What would this tell her about him, that he was a sucker for the classics? Yeah, that was right, he did love classics, he also loved classic music and had the best education a wealthy young man could have had. That's why he tried so much to get away from that world privileges that he no longer needed or wanted. Maybe that was even the motive he was bitter, as she pointed out, he wasn't given a choice when he was younger. Did he prefer Quidditch practise or learning the piano? Did he want a strange expensive French meal or some home cooked lasagne ?

He shook his head very slowly and sighed quietly. "You can keep that" he threw to her and started walking away, shoving his hands in his pockets.