Forrester quickly said the password and flew past the gargoyle.

Plymouth escorted Cela to the Headmaster's office. He needed help, and serious help, and he didn't know anyone better to help than a person with a title like "headmaster". Cela needed someone to help her head. Poor baby. He wrapped his knuckles on the stone gargoyle. "Heyoooo! Need a moment, Sir, please and thanks you!"

Meanwhile, Plymouth kept his arm around Cela's shoulder. It was unfortunate that he'd "fell" in the swamp and smelled a lot like cow flatulence and sewer. And even more so that he'd gotten Cela muddy, too. "He'll help you, CellBell. I'm so sorry you're sick. I didn't know... Perni told me he thought you had a bug..." Plymouth petted her hair and waited with little patience for the headmaster.

"I'm not sick Plymmy." Celandine pointed her wand at herself and cast the bubble-head charm rather than smell the swampy smell. She didn't do anything bout the smears of swamp mud however and just sort of leaned againt Plymouth. "Where's Copernicus? And Evolette?" She'd sort of zoned out while he'd half-walked and half-dragged her here.

"You can let go of me now." She suggested a bit vaguely.

"Copernicus went to clean up and Evolette..." Plymouth had been too distracted by Cela to notice where she went. So he guessed. "I guess she went with him. She was talking about him being cute?" Plymouth didn't know. Didn't care. He knocked on the Gargoyle again just to be safe. Then, with a lot of effort, Plymouth let her go. "I don't want to, but if that's what you want..."

Ugh. She was killing him a little. "Did something happen, CellBell? If you told me, I could get it fixed I bet... I could tell the Headmaster and ...?" Plymouth put his hands on top of his head to keep from knocking again. It was probably a long way down the stairs to answer the door...

"No." Celandine shrugged and sort of slithered to the ground, leaning against the wall. Why were they here anyway? The Headmaster wasn't there, the Grey Lady had said he was missing. She inched a little further away from Plymouth and did a bit of listless staring.

Professor Kazimeriz walked up to the headmaster's office, his face contorted with worry and his eyes trained on the floor, deep in thought. The gargoyle automatically moved aside for him, and as he glanced up, he saw Plymouth Morgan and Celadine Toussaint. Innnnteresting.

He raised an eyebrow. "Good afternoon, children. What brings you to my door?"

Plymouth's reaction to Kazieeeeekiz was as predictable as the sunset and sunrise. Today, though the reaction came, it was a little subdued. Plymouth was too distracted by his CellBell to fully appreciate the terror brought about from the pseudo-Headmaster.

"It's Cela. Sir. She... She ... something is wrong. She... well look at her... I'm sorry we're muddy. I didn't mean... well I did mean to, but I didn't know she was like this... Can you fix her? She's... sad. She's sad, Professor Headmaster Kazimeriz Sir." Plymouth dripped a little mud onto the floor as he frantically explained with his sad puppy face.

Kazimeriz raised an eyebrow. The students were both in terrible disarray. Filthy, muddy, looking like refugees from a natural dis--

A terrible, troubling thought crossed his mind. He looked at Morgan and Toussaint, his face drawn and pale and serious. Oh so serious.

"Miss Toussaint... Morgan... You were not by chance in the floodwaters in the dungeon at any point, where you?"

"I... Well, I wasn't. I was in the swamp on the fifth floor... I was looking for a turtle." Plymouth was the most honest boy in the whole wide world. "And I gave Cela a hug so that's why she is muddy. Sorry. I think. Um... Can you fix her?" Plymouth looked down at her again, her little eyes staring off into space. Ugh.

Kazimeriz sighed with relief. At least it wasn't a contamination issue from the cauldrons. He looked at Morgan and managed a tiny almost-smile. The boy seemed so worried for Miss Toussaint, a young lady he himself quite liked.

"I will do my best. Step into my office. Miss Toussaint, you will please tell me what ails you." Kazimeriz shuffle-thumped his way into the office, beckoning the children to follow him with one decrepit, arthritic hand.

"Hmm?" Celandine looked up distractedly. "Oh, Hello Professor Kazimeriz." She started to wave but only got her hand half-raised. "I'm fine." She sorta stood up, pushing against the wall to do so. She eyed the gargoyle first, then the door to the Headmaster's office and finally looked up at Kazimeriz and his gesturing claw of a hand. Gee it was just too much effort to be curious about that. "I'm not ailed by anything, sir." Celandine repeated, slowly following Kazimeriz and sort of cringing away from Plymouth in the process.

Plymouth lowered his hands from his head and went to Cela to help her up - but the cringing at him sent him a few steps back. Ouch. "I hope something IS wrong with you, CellBell. Otherwise, you just killed me a little." Plymouth tried to wipe some goop from his nose, failed, and then escorted Cela through the door and up to the office. He tried to not touch her, but he was afraid she might lay down on the stairs and then Krazi would take points away and then she'd be upset and it was all very stressful. So, up and up they went, with Cela being the hot potato.

Krissy stood before the Gargoyle trying to stay calm. "Bloody moron should `ave told me where we were...there goes me perfect record." She was Furious with her husband-to-be. she had no idea how to enter the headmaster's office so she decided to speak to the gargoyle. "Um hello, I'm Krissy Moon. I was told to report to this office..." she stood and waited.

Helios had little clue how to treat a lady, but knew well enough to keep several paces behind Krissy as they headed for the headmasters office.

First they put him in a dungeon. Next he was summoned to the potions office, and nearly drowned as it flooded. The Greek tragedy in the making could only wonder how dangerous his next meeting with Kaz would be.

Krissy being here changed things considerably. He felt compelled to protect her from the potion masters wrath, but who would protect Helios from her? He was in way too deep.

You would think such things would bother the boy. If they did, he didn't show it. He was in trouble either way, no use sulking about it.

"I do hope he has more sugar cookies. The last batch got water logged. Dreadful waste."

Krissy whipped around. "Don't yeh talk to me." Her eyes flashed with anger as she turned away from him, she began mumbling to herself. "Bloody sugar cookies! He's concerned about cookies!" Turning back to him she looked at him. "Obviously yeh have no care for me or what yeh have done to me record... bloody git.I love yeh, but yeh have no concern for me feelings!" She didn't want to even be near him at the moment.

"You hear that, gargoyle?" Shuffling past Krissy, Helios leaned in close to the stony creature. "Doesn't want me to talk to her, but keeps talking to me! I'm at a loss on how to proceed with this. I'm between the proverbial rock and hard place."

Taking a look at Krissy, he searched her eyes, mouth hanging half open, ready to speak. A heartbeat or two later, Helios looked back to the gargoyle. "She thinks I don't care! But I do! How am I supposed to prove that to her? I tried to cook for her, but I couldn't even get to the kitchen!"

Krissy tried to ignore Helios' discussion with the gargoyle. She wanted to be angry darn it! But she couldn't help it. First she smirked, then a small giggle turned into a hearty laugh. "Yeh really are a bloody idiot Helios. I hope our children take after me. I won't apologize for bringing that up either... Yeh should jest get used to it." She shook her head. "I'm still mad at yeh. Don't take me laughter as forgiveness." She sighed.

"Of course not." Speaking somberly, back to the Irish lass to hide his smile. "It's true, gargoyle. Even someone such as I can be, what they call, a id-e-ot sometimes." Helios' Greek tongue always had a hard time with that word despite his adept grasp on the English language.

Rolling her eyes she knew the boy was smiling, if he thought he had won he had another thing coming. "So, I've no idea what to expect from this. Tell me should I fear being drawn and quartered for associating with yeh? Are we going to actual detention, or jest getting a stern talking to?" She was nervous, would it hurt? Would it cost her more house points? "Yeh should be a veteran of detention by now... how yeh will run a country, I'll never know." she shook her head knowing she'd end up being the one running her village and making Helios rule his people. Why was she willing to marry this idiot again?

He really should have felt insulted, but his face seemed to still glow with a smile. Turning to face the girl, he decided to concede the game and speak to her directly. "Shouldn't be bad for you. You're just my accomplice." As much as he should have been smiling still, his brow furrowed a bit as he found himself deep in thought.

"There was a girl that left before the dungeons flooded. I don't know if Kaz was going to get me involved, the water rose so fast. There's a lot of anger in that old man, but he's not a bad guy. To have death slowly creep through years, rather than it rushing up on the battlefield. I can only imagine what it must be like to know the clock is ticking." Of course he made sure the corridor was clear before speaking, and when he did speak, it came out softly, the words aimed directly to her ears.

Krissy nodded slowly. "Aye, yeh weren't raised to think yeh'd make it to an old age, but most of us plan to live for a very long time... Being a pureblood witch I plan on living for at least five hundred years." She chuckled. "Well yes, I was jest an 'accomplice' as yeh put it, but ugh... the points. I shall be doing extra credit to earn those back." She fiddled with her brand new wrist holster, a deep burgundy dragon's hide. she silently hoped professor Lawson would help her earn some points.

Quickly flicking his wrist, Helios slid his wand to his hand, and with a slow swish he created a basketball sized bubble. "I was raised to believe I could grow old, but I won't age." The bubble flickered yellow before be popped it.

"If I survive long enough."

"The clock ticks for us all, Sunrider... even when once is a prince. You may both enter." Kazimeriz's voice floated down the hall and the passageway opened for the students.

Why, exactly, did Jake have to come here? He'd only missed like a couple of appointment things with Kazi... so... why was he now at the Headmaster's office? He hadn't even seen the headmaster this year, not yet.

He didn't know the password, nor was he exactly eager to find out what it was any time soon. Heaving a sigh, Jake leant against the wall and pouted.

Yes. He pouted.

Was Kazi coming here?