The smallish sixth year had felt a wander around teh remainging non flooded bits of the school was perfect, especially as she needed to talk to someone, someone who wasnt tehre any more. Someone who had left her without saying anything, telling her they were going. How she felt pangs of misery each time the thoughts crossed her mind. It wasnt fair. She missed him.

Tammy missed him ALOT.

She sighed as she forced some steps to take her along the corridor, man these floors were always going to be occupied now. There was no lower floors, and she didnt like being cramped in. With small light smiles to people she passed she kept her head up and focused inside her head, that she was going to clear it and rid all thoughts of him. And wanting to write to him.

And earpiercing screech filled the corridor. It was coming from the submerged great hall.

Garret was skulking around the fourth floor corridors, bored and skiving DADA... as was his usual habits. DADA was fun and all, but honestly... it was a darn long lesson and his attention rarely lasted over the introductions. So since this was one of the lower floors that wasn't flooded, he assumed not many people would be around to catch him.

He stood in front of a portrait of a drunk monk dancing with a nun, pretending to look interested when really all he was thinking about was Lyra Noir.

Varius came scurrying along the corridor, moving as fast as his little legs would take him. He noticed the Crocker boy on his way past. "Garret, right? CMON! I got something to show you!"

He was sure he had seen Daphne Hopton come this way and with the awkward way she was walking he was pretty sure she needed to 'relieve' herself pretty bad. "Hurry!" he called back, disappearing into the fourth floor bathroom.

Brushing his dark hair out of his bright blue eyes, he stuffed his hands in the pockets of his semi-tight black skinny jeans. Ignoring a few overly bored portraits that were yelling to try to get his attention, he continued his slow stroll around the empty corridor. Where he was going, he had no idea. He just felt like getting out of the Ravenclaw common room where everyone was doing homework and babbling about school gossip.

How on earth were there so many new things to gossip about everyday? He had had enough when a particular group of chatty girls had started speculating if someone was cheating on someone. This had been the breaking point for Warren Prosko. The boy had slammed his books shut and stormed off to his dormitory, only to have left it a few moments later when his fellow roommates seemed to be talking about their girlfriends.

He sighed loudly. Why couldn't there be people that he knew that didn't have any drama? Someone should create a spell that would dissolve drama just like that. He smiled to himself. Maybe he could create this spell?

Step. Step. Stop. Mirror Check. Hair Flip. Lip Gloss. Step. Step. Step.

Hmmmm. Evolette McKenna was BORED. She hadn't seen Plym, or Jack, or Cope, OR Lyra. She needed to find that girl to reply the kissing fact. But she seemed to have disappeared into thin air.

Pout.

No sooner had the famous scowl graced her pink lips, did she spot a familiar boy, storming out of the Ravenclaw Common Room. Hmmm... his hair was different.

"Well, well, well," she started from her place behind him in the hall, "Look who it is." Smirk. Warren Prosko, meet Evolette McKenna... once more.

Jumping slighty at the sound of her voice, he turned around to face the person behind him. Warren had a gut feeling about who it would be. Only one girl talked to him like that.

And there she was. Evolette McKenna. Pretty pretty Evolette McKenna.

"Hey." He greeted her, trying to ignore the smirk on her face. He didn't really know why she was smirking but he couldn't exactly ask. "Long time no see." He commented, wondering why on earth there had been such a long period of time between their random meetings in the hallways. Looking her over, his smile grew slightly wider. Was it the lighting or had she become even prettier?

"Hey." she replied, chuckling as she finally caught up to him. She stopped at his side, and pressed her lips together, "Long time." she agreed, giving him an obvious once over.

Evolette felt that she had changed, quite a lot since she'd last seen Warren. What with the kissing bet, and her dates with Plymouth, almost being poked with the mermaid's sharp over grown forks?

Everytime she talked to him, she was different somehow.

"Have you been busy with your work?" she asked, tucking her hair behind her ear as she smirked, remembering their last meeting.

She kissed him, he ran away.

Good times.

Hearing her question, he nodded once. "Yeah. School's been driving me insane." Warren looked at her, eyes meeting hers. "what about you?"

What was with the smirk?! Warren racked his brains, trying to think of what could have happened that would cause the Slytherin girl in front of to smirk like this.

Oh god.

That's what she was smirking about. She was remembering their last meeting. Warren had to stop himself from burying his head in his hands. The Ravenclaw had repressed that incident in his mind but now it was bubbling back to the surface. Blushing slightly, he felt like he had to say something about it.

"S-" He could barely get the words out. "Sorry about last time." He said, looking down, unable to meet her glance.

Evolette shrugged, "Um. Not really, no." She grinned. Whenever her school work got crazy, she never missed the opportunity to see her friends or random cute boys for that reason.

Ahhh... so he remembered too. The smirk on her lips turned into a smile and she giggled. "It's all right Prosko." she said finally, "It was kind of cute even." She thought that mentioning his blushing would be going to far, so she held that part back to herself.

Hehehheehhehehe.

Oh, she needed to stop spending so much time with Plymouth Morgan..... hehehehe.

God, this was embarassing. He ran his hand through his hair and forced himself to make eye contact with Evolette. "Yeah. Still, sorry." He apologized once more, wincing at how quiet his voice had gone. Looking up to gauge her reaction, he noticed that at least she was giggling about it and wasn't reprimanding him.

Oh god.

She was giggling over the matter. Biting his lower lip, he frantically racked his brains for a subject they could talk about. Something different than this.

"How's Hugo?" He stuttered out, hoping that bringing up his name would get Evolette talking about the pretty blonde boy.

"Would you do it again?" she asked innocently, looking at him through her eyelashes. She had no plans on kissing him this time, but with Evolette McKenna, you never knew what you were gonna get.

He was so flustered, she couldnt help but giggle again. It was SO cute. She just wanted to hug him or something.

"Mmmm. I wouldn't know, would I?" she replied, a smirk still playing on her lips, "He had to go home early, because his sister was sick." Had she not told him this? Oh yeah. She hadn't SEEN him.

One of Em's favourite past times was wandering around the corridors of the school, just to see if he could catch some of the history, magic inside the castle. He still couldn't believe that his second and now sixth year as a magic student here was almost over. He couldn't even think of what was coming the next.

It was unknown.

So...he took out a bouncy ball and started to play around with it. Low and silenced the bounce was, of course.

He felt...weird that day.

"Again?" Warren looked at her with wide eyes. As in kiss her or be kissed by her again? That wouldn't be so bad. Actually it would be kinda nice, wouldn't it? Being kissed by Evolette McKenna? Yes, that would be very nice.

"Um sure?" The words slipping out of his mouth. Realizing what he had said, he made a face, hoping that she didn't hear him. Wow. Smooth Warren. Smooth.