Lachlan the Lanky
 

As you crest the staircase coming up from the sixth floor, you'll notice a statue to your right. Lachlan the Lanky is a great landmark for a meeting place.

Why was Natasha here again? Around the Seventh floor and near some statue thingy when most of the time she tended to hang around the grounds or the Slytherin common room. And she was now at the other part of Hogwarts entirely.

Natasha paused walking for a moment, beside the statue, to glance around. She shook her head slightly to herself, when she noticed two other people here. "Oh, erm, hello." She said politely to them both.

Laura wandered down the corridor, noticing a large statue in the middle, she looked around with wide eyes. Ok, stay calm, she told herself. But her eyes displayed the fear that she was battling inside to hide. She was completely lost. Not only was it her first year at Hogwarts, but she had already managed to get lost. Hang on, that was an understatement. She really didn't have a clue where she was!

Walking over to one of the older students she noticed standing furthur along the corridor, she took a deep breath.
"Excuse me," she started timidly. "Look...uh...I'm er- lost. Could you please tell me where I am?" She finally looked up from her feet.

Well duh, it was Legend. Katie would have been sure of it, whether that was the name he heard or not, the little Hufflepuff wouldn't put it past the younger Chosen to give an older student a false name. In fact, she was more surprised he hadn't. Then again, she would never understand how he or the other boys' minds worked anyway. Not that she wanted to, seriously. That was not something Katie ever wanted to venture into, a boys mind. Ick. "Legend Chosen and Matias Sulo, they're both in your house. Currently Gryffindors biggest pains, I'm sure." Katie added dryly, her tone soft. REALLY sure on that note.

Could she get that in writing!? Boys mature MUCH slower than girls. If Jack wasn't decent, even nice enough already, he had definitely won Katie over now. But proof of this wouldn't work anyway, it wouldn't matter if she resurrected Albert Einstein himself from the dead to have this same thing confirmed, Legend, Mat and Cy would A) Would not believe it, and B) Would not care. Although Jack seemed to be trying to assure her they would one day mature, it was looking far FAR too long of a wait. Katie frowned, "Yes, they're eleven.. and that's what scares me - the plenty of time part. By the end of term I'm sure you'll doubt they're ability to mature as well, just wait and see." GROAN. Apparently, Katie noted, mister big HARD - yes, hard. Jack had demonstrated that for her pretty well right before getting his book back. - Lanky statue was a popular. . errhm. . statue. The small girl had absolutely no idea why, and no desire to find out why, to be perfectly honest. But still, fact remained, he did draw students in. In her childish little mind, Katie was trying not to let her imagination get away without her, thinking about the silly statue. "Hello!" Katie greeted in response, her head tilting to the side. Being abit blunt, she asked "Who're you?" without giving it a second thought.
Oooh, look! Yet another girl. Maybe it really wasn't the statue that drew students in, because all of them were girls. Maybe it was really the older Gryffindor beside her! He was nice enough, it made complete sense. Perhaps she should bring that up, make sure he was aware of his magnetty powers she had discovered. Not yet, though. The newer girl sounded frightened to her, though Katie could have easily been looking too far into the matter. Dark eyes traveled up to the fifth year, and then to what she assumed was a fellow first year student. "I know the answer, we're on the seventh floor. In the corridor, errh, next to this.. guy here," Katie mused, patting Lachlan the Lanky fondly. The girl was lost? Her smile faded slightly, informing her of what her Ravenclaw friend had told her. "My friend, William, he said that when you get lost the portraits can help you! He says they're very nice, normally."

Natasha glanced over at another younger looking girl as she heard her speak, and smiled kindly. "Is there somewhere you'd like me to lead you in the right direction?" She asked as the other girl had already explained where they were so there really wasn't any point in saying it again.

"I'm Natasha Lovato, I'm in my second year." She replied with a smile at the girl who looked about eleven. "Are you a first year?" She asked the girl curiously.

Laura smiled at the two girls who had spoken. "No, it's ok," she said to the older of the two, "I was just exploring, you know, and I ended up here, without any clue as to how."

Laura laughed. "I'm Laura, by the way." she said. "And if we're on the seventh floor, I guess I'm not really all that lost. The Ravenclaw Common Room should be here somewhere!" Looking around her, Laura peered expectantly at the walls, as if waiting for a door to the Ravenclaw Common Room to appear out of nowhere.

Chris was looking at a book as he walked past the statue. He sighed and closed the book. Probably wasn't the best idea to look at that while he was walking. He then saw someone on the ground writing. He gulped. Lena? Umm what to do? He stood there for a couple of seconds knowing she would see him. Oh whatever go talk to her. She is your friend. He thought. He took a deep breath and walked towards her. He then crouched behind her.

"Hey Lena. Mind if I sit next to you?" Chris asked smiling slightly. "What's that." He asked pointing to the parchment.

"Nice to meet you, Natasha." Katie said, politely. She was getting use to remembering her manners here at school, and getting better at it too. Well that made sense, the girl was a second year. That's why she hadn't seen her during the sorting ceremony. Or, up in the ceremony with the other first years, anyway. It would have been rare if she spotted her at the house table she belonged to, there was FAR too many students in each house for her to even slightly try remembering.. or counting, anything of that sort. "I am a first year. Katie Mae," "It was probably those pesky stairs, right? Always moving around on you!" Katie shook her head, mock disappointment in the enchanted staircases. She was sure they had to have a mind of their own, some charmed pranksters mind. Why else would it switch directions when you're trying to get to the place it moved from? Definitely mischievous.

Waving a small hand about, the young girl introduced herself, "Hi Laura, I'm Katie. And this is.." What was his name again? "Jack!" She exclaimed excitedly, gestured to the older boy she stood by. "It must be! The Gryffindor's room is up here too, so.. maybe thay way," Katie pointed to the left corridor, glancing down it briefly, and then to her right, "Or that way." Shrug. In all truth, she had no idea.

Chris watched Lena. There was something different about the way they had been acting towards each other. He knew why with himself, but why Lena? "Oh so you got your own place?" He asked. But he didn't smile like he normally would. There was something wrong...just like the last time. He thought it had just been the water or something. Wait what if it wasn't the water at all. What if...maybe it was him? Maybe he did something to her. But what? He thought for a moment then it came to him. Melinda maybe? He didn't know but right now that was his best guess. "Umm Lena." He said and gulped. "do you want me to leave? Doesn't seem like you want to talk right now." He said under his breath to her.

Chris nodded. "Well hope you find one soon." He told Lena and half smiled towards her. "So did you ever find out what happened with your grandparents. I think it's weird how they just weren't there anymore." He commented.

"Yeah leave." He said. "I...didn't know you looked like you wanted to be alone. Or you didn't want to talk to me or for me to be around. I thought you were mad at me or something." He told her sheepishly. He did really think she was sick of him. He wasn't excepting her to want him to stay, but that was good. Cause he actaully didn't want to go, but if she wanted him to then he would.

Chris saw how hard it was for Lena to talk about this."That's umm kind of strang that you still get a present from them at Christmas but you don't hear from them anyother time." He said and shrugged slightly. "But we really don't have to talk about this if you don't want to." He said letting her knew.

"That's why I didn't get it. I didn't knew why you were mad at me." He told her. He then saw her frown. "Are you sure I haven't done anything. Cause it really doesn't seem that way to me." He said to her. "Is that true? I would have thought you would have more friends." He said.