Evolette sighed. Willow just could not see it could she? Never mind then. Evolette knew what she was talking about, and it didn't need to be confirmed by Willow. Besides, she was too giggly to care about trying to make her point.

"MY brothers?" she asked, grinning. "HMMMMMMMMMM." She mused, rather loudly, trying to remember what her sister's last letter had informed her of. "Dominik has got another baby on the way. That is, his wife is pregnant again, not him." she giggled.

"Alexander is getting married - finally- this summer. OH! I wanted to ask you, please Willow, Will you come to the wedding with me? Hugo will be busy and I need someone to keep me sane. We can make fun of people." she added, as if it was some great prize. Although, to Willow, it probably was.

"And Preston, Well, Preston is Preston. He will be thrilled to know that you asked about him. He thinks you're attractive." Maybe WILLOW should stay away from PRESTON. Nothing would be more weird than having Willow for a sister in law.

"Come now Willow." Evolette pouted, "Don't be so upset." Willow was far from upset, more like just annoyed, "It will go away soon." she giggled, and then pressed her lips together to keep back another giggle. Indeed, the giggling was already slowing down too. She was tired. Wrinkling her nose, Evolette tried to remember when the first time she'd met Plymouth was, exactly. "I've known him...... since about the beginning of the term." she explained, not able to put a specific time there. "So, he's not a stranger! He's my friend." Nod.

Her legs were tucked underneath her and she grasped the trunk underneath, wondering just how much of a good idea this was. It sounded like a brilliant plan to bring her Mother closer to her death bed; or at least give her a few more crow's feet.

Wrinkles were so worth the fall of her own reputation. At least slightly. "Make way for the dispossessed daughter of the Hopton family!Observe now before she's banished to a little town in Ireland where there's neither electricity nor good plumbing." And since she was already making fun of herself, Daphne decided to practice her royal to the girls nearby.

Err. Wait--familiar girls. Errrr! McKenna?!

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Her legs were tucked underneath her and she grasped the trunk underneath, wondering just how much of a good idea this was. It sounded like a brilliant plan to bring her Mother closer to her death bed; or at least give her a few more crow's feet.

Wrinkles were so worth the fall of her own reputation. At least slightly. "Make way for the dispossessed daughter of the Hopton family!Observe now before she's banished to a little town in Ireland where there's neither electricity nor good plumbing." And since she was already making fun of herself, Daphne decided to practice her royal to the girls nearby.

Err. Wait--familiar girls. Errrr! McKenna?!

Plymouth was moving nice and steady still. He hadn't had to haul it up stairs yet. Daphne was being completely entertaining (and adorable) and keeping him distracted from the physical work he was having to do. "I'll come visit you when you're banished. I'll teach you how make a tent so you don't have to sleep in the rain and mess up that pretty, pretty hair."

He pushed, pushed, pushed and nuzzled her shoulders after every heave and ho. Then.. he saw his other date. She was probably going to be wildly impressed with his muscles. Wildly. Plymouth puffed up and pushed Daphne passed with extra OOMPH.

"Hey there Missy McKen..."

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Well, this certainly wasn't his office. At least it was the boy's bathroom. He thought. He hoped. He shrugged. Headmaster Bontecou slipped into one of the cubicles and summoned a pair of his pants. That was going to look funny: his pants flying down the corridors. He suppressed a giggle and shimmied out of his wet pants while he waited for fresh ones. He made them disappear rather than banish them (one pair of his pants floating through the corridors was enough for one day).

".....na...." What in the WORLD??

Flying... pants?


Plymouth stood up straight and was about to tell Daphne to DUCK (the crouching kind, not her quacker) - when the pants kind of came right for HER!!


Ruh Roh.

Evolette was giggling, waiting for more tongue lashings from Willow, when all of the sudden, a blonde girl on a rather large trunk floated past.

WOAH.

And... she looked slightly familiar, but Evolette couldn't be bothered to remember what her name was. Oh well. Upon hearing her name, or half of her name really, she giggled and waved at Plymouth. "Hi Plymmy. Nice muscles." Giggle. ACK. If Plymouth started giggling, her problem was only going to get worse.

She shot a look at Willow and- ZOMG. Flying pants?

"My hair will fall off and my skin will lose all its moisture," spoke the blond blandly, eyes growing round. Her future truly was so dim? This was all Isaac's fault! That ruddy pooping baby! In her distress, she wasn't quite paying attention the nose between her shoulder blades; except that it tickled a little. "Plymouth," she giggled slightly. "What are you---"

Her words were cut short and her vision was obscured. A sensation of being wind swept overcame her and before Daphne could realize what was happening, the legs had somehow become attached to her earrings. It didn't help that in her panic she had grabbed at the dark material, getting her charm bracelet caught.

Muffled cries of help followed her path as the summoned garments dragged her backwards towards the stairs.

ZOMG! Climbing Pants?

The moments after the flying pants arrived could only be described with the word: HORROR. Plymouth couldn't move because he couldn't believe what he was seeing. Really - pants were attacking his 'soon-to-be-date'?? Really?


But he wasn't distracted enough to miss that Evolette liked his muscles. He'd remember that for later. There was a hehe for her later. Winkkkk.


Right. Save his damsel because she was most certainly in distress. Plymouth ran after Daphne and took a FLYING leap after the FLYING pants - that were nomming on Daphne's head. "You don't get nom her hair before me DEMON PANTS!" Plymouth landed on top of them in an attempt to pin them to the ground below him... but the pants kept on keeping on.

So now Plymouth was riding the pants... "Whoooooaaaaaaaa!"

"Sure, I'll gladly go to that wedding with you." That was not entirely true - because Willow would not go gladly to it, however, as a friend, it was her duty to go, so she was going to do it. "I'm sure he will. You'd better told him I say HI, Evolette." Smirk. Evolette was clearly not particularly happy about her asking for her brothers, and Willow was obviously pleased, and - who were the two intruders?

A boy pushing a trunk, and blonde girl who looked slightly familiar -Willow could not remember why, but it made her think of apparition and ice cream- was talking about Ireland, and then some pants came, attacking the girl and taking the boy seemed to riding them and taking the blonde with him and the pants, and Evolette seemed to know them . .

. . . "Who are these lunatics, Evolette?"

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.

Evolette gasped. Again. "Really Willow?" she asked, placing a hand over her heart, the look on her face was one she got when someone gave her diamonds. "You will?" Sigh. "You're such a good friend." She jerked herself back from another hug.

She really needed to break Willow of that no hugging policy.

"Oh, I WILL tell them. Especially Preston, I have to write to him later, because his birthday was last week." She was just a LITTLE late with the well wishes.

Dragging her attention back to Plymouth and the blonde girl, Evolette giggled as the pants started dragging them away. How silly. "That is Plymouth!" she squeaked. "The boy I was telling you about."

Willow would surely lock her away now.

Waving, she called a goodbye to the two, who were already disappearing to the next floor.

Giggle.

What is going on? Willow could tell the younger blonde what exactly was going - she was insane, in need to be locked up in Saint Mungo's ward alongside with her Pants Riding boyfriend. But, it was none of her business if the girl was not aware of her poor mental condition, so why should she enlighten her?

Giving her a look that was not far from being disdainful as she left, Willow turned to look at Evolette, just in time to for the HUG.

She had got to stop doing that.

"Oh, really?" So she was going on a date with someone else's boyfriend? Nice. "Where are you two going, exactly? St. Mungo's?" Snicker. "And will you stop with the giggling? Payton is gone now, so there's no need to do it anymore."

Payton, Pierre, Pablo, Pedro, Patrick, Phillip, Plymouth . . . same difference.

Nodding, Evolette suddenly became rather fascinated with her hair. HOW on earth did it get so shiny? Really? She didn't do anything to make it that way on purpose, therefore, it must just be because she was so perfect.

Of course, that WAS the reason.

That was also why it was so soft, and the curls just fell perfectly.

"Huh?" she asked, looking up at Willow again. What did she say? EH? "Oh. I dunno." she replied, with a dismissive wave of her hand. "Wherever he decides we're going?" Plymouth had decided to take the initiative on this date, so therefore, Evolette assumed he had some kind of plan.

"Speaking of dates." she added, her eyes darting about dramatically, checking for eavesdroppers, or more flying clothing.

"When are you and Denton going out?"

WHY did she keep bringing HIM up? She was starting to disgust herself. Really. Okay, back to her hair!

Evolette was so vain. Not that Willow was one to talk for she had her moments, too, but her occasional vanity was nothing in comparison to Evolette's. NOTHING.

Trying not to roll her eyes as Mckenna pretty much admired her hair, Willow waited -not so patiently, by the way- for her to come out of her trance. And then she did. "Hmm. I see." A boy that rode flying pants, did the 'HEHE' thing and made Evolette giggled, did not sound like someone who could plan a successful date. Not that Willow knew anything about the dating business, but it was just what she thought.

"Sometimes I wonder if you actually do dislike Dominic as you claimed you do," She sure enjoyed bringing him up during their conversations. After giving her one short but scrutinizing look, she continued, "I don't know. I . . . I haven't seen much of him lately, really." Except for classes, in which he insisted to seat next to her, which was ridiculously distracting, yet Willow could never really bring herself to tell him to get away from her.

Rolling her eyes, Evolette abandoned her hair studying, settling for twirling a strand around her finger. "I bring him up BECAUSE I thought you would like to talk about him. You like him and all."

She realized that she wasn't giggling anymore. HMMM. Maybe the side effects from spending so much time with Plymouth had finally worn off. However, she wasn't sure how she would be acting after their date. Therefore, she made a mental note to stay away from Willow.

HMMMMMMMMMMM.

Cam was just EXTREMELY interested in all of these statues in Hogwarts, though... a few... still scared him, and his theory of them eating students was still there. Hmm he was a bit shocked himself he didn't have a map of Hogwarts, suuuure he was a 2nd year but that didn't really mean he knew EVERYTHING in the castle. Seeing as the Ground Floor-1st floor were flooded and invaded by rabid mermaids, his mind went POOF.

What he saw was UNBELIEEEEEVABLE. It was poor lady, who had a bad back. AWWE. Poor statue. Poor poor statue. "You should have really learned to straighten your back and all," he told the statue and that's when the imaginary responses his freaky brain started working, "what?? No YOU are. I can't believe you're telling me this. Well, I WON'T take it."

He smirked, poking the statue. The RUDEMUCH statue.

Shana walked into the staute room.Humpbacked staute room.What in the name of merlins pants did humpbacked mean ? Why couldnt they just saaay un-straight back muuch easier to say and explain to little firsties.Cause ch'yeah.Shanawas almost a third year and considered herself to be all old and stuff even though she was as immature as a..Umm she'd think of that later.She shrugged and smiled as she saw her duude BFF.Heey Camerrooon she said hop skipping over and smiling.

Cam looked back at the statue, arms folding now, and eyes glaring at the hag. "No, YOU can't tell ME what to do," giving his response and stayed still, staring at the statue RIGHT in the eyes. She was pretty freaky. She had a bad back and her son probably stepped on a crack. Eh? Eh?? Superstitions just weren't his thanggg most of the times but it was one of the possible reasons! He refused to even talk to this meanie anymore, even if she was getting annoying.

And then someone else came to the statue. Giiiirrrrl. "Shanaaaa?" Oh hey." He waved, "This statue is... MEANMUCH."

nodnod.

Shana smiled.Cam.I know I've said this before buut I say this before I care.Get some help! You nutter. she shrugged.Even though he was her friend,he was kinda odd sometimes,You know the sort of type who would start Dancing wildly in a supermarket and you'd just walk away and be like "I don't know him."And walk off.She shrugged and smiled.Cameron,the stautes not going to hurt you.Dont worry duude. she shrugged and giggled a bit.

Cam glanced at Shana and gave a her... a CONFUUUSSSIIING look. Help? Why would I need help? PSH I can take on this statue alone, I don't NEEEED help. "I doooon't need help, this statue has a bad back aaanyways. What horrible children she had, eh? Probably stepped on WAY too many cracks." He himself looked down on the floor to see if there were cracks. He didn't want... his MOM's back to be broken did he??

"Aaaand I'm not a nutter. Obviously this statue is the nutter. Did you HEAR what she said to me? Huh? DID YA??" He looked back at the Humpbacked Woman and glared. "Oh suuure it's not gonna hurt me. She just told me she has a secret chainsaw locked away somewhere."

Wait. Wut? OMG STATUES WERE MURDERERS. He stepped back, just enough steps to be behind Shana.

Shana laughed.Cam may have been a complete nutter but he wasn't half funny.She shrugged and turned around when he was attemping but not succseeding to hide behind her.Hiding behind me doesn't help much when Im shorter. Hmph,The days when Cam Used to be smaller than her.Ahhh those were the good old days.Like 3 whole weeks ago.She looked at Cam and rolled her eyes.You've got one thing That staute doesn't.Magic In that little messed up head of yours. she smiled and pulled Cam out so he was face to face with the bent over Statue.Do Your worst Duude.

Cam looked at the back of Shana's head and gaaaasped. OMG. When did he become taller than her?! This was NOT possible. NOT at all. He thought midgets short people were awesome. Taller people were less awesome. Hmph. Mean Shana. Maybe she had some sort of a shrinking diseaseee. THAT'S RIGHT. He might haven't even grown taller at all! He thought about that and decided that was the truth. Shana had some sort of a disease, which made her shrink and shrink. Maybe she even drank a bit of the Shrinking Solution. Yup. He hadn't changed ONE bit, right?

"I do? MAGIC?" Oh right he had MAGIC in his head. Wasn't that just simply awesome? Did other wizards have magic? Hmm? Useless questions packed his head. ZOMG now she was pulling him. Touching him with her girl-cootie'd HAND! Panic. Panic. AND SHE ENDED IT OFF BY PLACING HIM IN FRONT OF THE STATUE.

Right in front of her face. Right in front of her mouth. He wondered if any second now, she was gonna go alive and bite his nose off. "My worst?" he asked confusingly, looking at the statue, "wow, she's got waaarts." Ew.

He put his ear right beside the statue's mouth. "Mmmhm. It said that she was gonna come alive in the middle of the night and eat me raw. Oh. And she wants to eat you first." Well as long as HE wasn't eaten FIRST, he was fine with it.

Reese walked down the corridor, looking down at her shoes. Pretty shoes! She continued walking down the corridor until she heard two voices up ahead. Hmmm. Those voices sounded like Cam and Shana. She quickened her pace down the corridor and when the two little kids came into view, she stopped walking again.

What were these two kids up to?

"Cameron 'Don't Know Your Middle Name' Karsten," she sternly called out. She totally wanted to make it sound like he was in big trouble. She headed over to them, her heels still clicking against the ground. "Shana Frankie Miller," she announced her friend's full name. "What are you two up to?"

Shana heard that noise,The noise that told her someone was coming.Not just a someone,A older someone,A older girl.Clip-clop,Clip-clop. went the heels of the person- Reeses shoes.Reese came into view.Oh Snap! Was she gonna tell them off ? Of corse she was,Why else would she be calling her 'Shana Frankie Miller' Curse her for Telling Reese her middle name,She should've know she would've just used it against her Later.She ran over and fell down on her knees.It was CAM! She said pointing directly at Cam accusingly.He He! Said he could handle the staute all by himself aaaand that he didnt neeed help.ANNND! He said the statue was gonna eat me! she said getting up and hugging Reese.

OMG shoes. He heard shoes.

The first person he thought about was BUNZZ because well, who else would wear noisy shoes, eh? Then again, he didn't really expect her to visit a warty statue so... no, it couldn't have been her. He turned around, spotting REESE SELENA UPSTEAD. That MEANIE. And she was wearing high heels! Hmph. He gave a her a cold stare and ... the next thing he knew, Shana was on her knees... doing... well SOMETHING.

WHAT JUST HAPPENED?! Did Reese blackmail Shana?? He NEVER expected her to do this. Mouth open, he watched as Shana... was there... now standing up and hugging a monster. A beast. A creature--one too MEAN to be part of nature. Shana was ACCUSING him. HIM. "WHAT?" he said, shocked and surprised, "I was just DELIVERING a helpful message from this warty statue here, eh. She's out to eat students. I'm JUST warning them. Is that such a wrong thing to do Ms. Upstead?"

She was acting like she was boss. Oh SHE WASN'T EVEN A PREFECT! "Unless you prefer to be sacrificed for this statue, I suggest you run away. And nevaaah come back!"

Nod.

What was happening?

Reese looked down at her knees in front of her. Uhhh. She stepped to the side, so it didn't look like Shana was bowing down to her or anything. She put her hands on her hips and glanced up at Cam as Shana rambled on about it being HIS fault. "Cameron Karsten. You told Shana that these statues were going to eat her?" She asked him. She patted Shana on the back when the girl gave her a hug.

"You should be ashamed of yourself, Karsten. Very much ashamed. Trying to scare a little girl like that," she continued on with the lecture. "I hope these statues eat you." She turned her head to look at the statues and wrinkled her nose slightly. Those statues did look quite scary. She took 3 steps back and turned back to Cam, who was talking.

"Those. Statues. Don't. Talk," she firmly stated. She walked back over to the statues and poked them in the face and waited for it to say something...anything. "See," she said as she continued to look at the statue. "It doesn't talk. You probably just imaged the statue talking to you, Karsten." That wouldn't surprise her if he got his imagination mixed up with reality.

"Mr. Karsten," she started to say. "In this situation, it was the wrong thing to do. You know why? Because, this statue isn't going to eat anyone." She turned back to look at the boy and gave him a little smile. She glanced back at the statue when Cam mentioned being sacrificed to it. Rolling her eyes, she shook her head. He just wanted her to leave, but unfortunately, she wasn't going to walk away anytime soon.

Bwaha.

HaHa Cam got in trouble.

Shana stuck her tounge out at Cam and clung onto Reese.She let go as Reese began to walked over to the statue.NO REEESE! DONT TOUCH IT! She pulled Reese's arm But- It was too late,She POKED the statue! Reese. she said worridly.What if it does eat you ? she gulped,what if Cam was right ? Who was meant to look after her then,Who was she meant to wander over to in the night when she was having a nightmare,There'd be no one.She sniffled and looked at Cam.Did the statue realllly say that It was going to eat me ? she walked over to Reese and Attached her arms to Reese's waist and didn't let go.