Torin ducked 3 snowballs in a row. "Man, Fyo. If I didn't know better, I'd say that your aim is getting worse." He chuckled and went back to working on making snowballs. He had a pretty big pile going so far.

Reese was starting to stand back up, but then another snowball hit her, and she fell right back down. She brushed the snow off her and looked at Fyo. She was about to say something, but then Fyo hit Torin in the head with a snowball. Haha! Then, Fyo sent THREE snowballs towards Torin. But, to Reese's surprise, Torin dodged every single one of them. She smiled at the little scene in front of her, then stood up. She wandered over to a nearby bench and sat down. She just wanted to watch the snowball fight. It was Karma and Torin vs. Fyo. This should be interesting.

Steven held Nancy's hand gently in his. He had never been rough with her before, but he was being more gentle with her now. As if... Well as if there was something new. A new level, or dimension even to their relationship that he wasn't sure that they quite understood. However, he was seriously trying to remember, to fully acknowledge the fact that this was his best friend. That the girl he was walking hand in hand with, was his most favourite person in the world and that he shouldn't need to try to act casual.

However, if that was so—why did he constantly have to remember that? Why were the butterflies flying around his stomach as if it was a summer fair and this was the first time that they had been allowed to visit it without parental supervision. He groaned a little at that thought, and silently wondered what was going through Nancy's brain... She was being awefully qui-- ”So... what now?”

“I was just thinking that I will buy us lunch.” He told her with a smile. “Where would you like to go?” He asked her and then smiled at her. “I think shopping afterwards... New books or perhaps some sweets?” He said as he held her hand a little more firmly as they walked past a large group of older male students who seemed to look at Nancy like she was a piece of meat and he was merely a bee flying beside her head. He didn't like that thought at all.

He looked at her, and smiled gently. She looked amazing in her cloak, and he decided that his taste was amazing. He didn't think any other colour, fit, style or material would make the cloak look any better on her than this one did. She looked stunning and he wasn't sure that was entirely fair on his heart considering he wasn't even sure if he was allowed to feel like this about his best friend. Especially a best friend who was only fifteen and had just to reach her pinicle of beauty. Guh. He was stuffed.

Nancy's blue eyes continued to wander down the street until all of a sudden they fell on one particular shop. It was almost ironic that she had spotted that specific shop at the moment, when she was walking down the Main Street of Hogsmeade, hand in hand with Steven, her best friend. Or was it? Her best friend. Was he really her best friend? Well, of course he was her best friend. He had and would always be, but right now, she was not exactly sure if he was only that. He had even stated that a few days ago. Up there next to that statue on the Seventh Floor. So, it maybe was not even that ironic that her eyes immediately fell on Madame Puddifoot's.

Lunch? Yes, food would be good. Food always helped her clear her head. Food always helped. But where? Nancy automatically glanced back at Madame Puddifoot's. Would it be weird to suggest that shop? No, it could get any weirder than it was right, could it? "Yes, lunch would be good." The 15 year old grinned at Steven before biting her lip slightly adding, "Uhm...we could go have something to eat over there." She nodded at Madame Puddifoot's, trying her best to keep a straight face. This wasn't awkward. This wasn't awkward.

So he had still not answered what she had actually been trying to ask with her So...what now?, namely how it would go on with the two of them. With their relationship. Would it ever be the same again? Or would it be better than that? Would they be kissing more frequently in the near future? What did this all meeeaaann??! She was snapped out of her thoughts as she heard Steven's next suggestion. Books? Nah. Sweets? Heck yeah! "Yes, sweets would be awesome. After lunch, that is. And books? Well, maybe if we've got time." She couldn't refrain from adding a wink to that last bit which meant that they almost surely would not be buying any books today.

Still waiting for a response from Steven concerning Madame Puddifoot's Nancy's head jerked around to look at her best friend with her eyebrows slightly raised as she felt him clutching her hand a little more tightly. Was something wrong? A confused look plastered across her face Nancy glanced around them for any reason why he seemed to behave that protectively but there was nothing there. Huh? With her head slightly cocked to the side she moved her gaze back to Steven and finally asked, "What? Is something wrong?" This was not how it used to be. He was behaving differently than he used to. And Nancy was not completely sure whether this was a good differently or a bad differently. Probably the first one, though.

Karma giggled as he began to assemble his own ammunition and she pushed more snow around them to make a fort. She was on her stomach, propping herself up with her arms on her elbows and looked over at Torin. Haha, he called her ma'am.

"Ready to attack?"

Snow cookies? Karma laughed as she continued to build her fort. "How about this," she yelled over the top of it. "If you win, I'll make you cookies. If I win, you make me cookies. Deal?"

Oh. But then, there was snow being thrown. "OH. It's on."

She began to gather her own snowballs as she ducked behind the fort after the others were being thrown. "Bring it on, little man!"

At Karma's question, Torin shouted out, "hell yeah!" and started lobbing snowballs at Fyo. How you like that Lion?

"Do not mess with Kane!"

Maybe he was going overboard a little.

That. Was. Not. Possible.

"You can't duck ALL my snowballs!" Fyo exclaimed, making a mad dash at Torin and tackling him to the ground, before hitting a snowball at him. Bull's eye, ha! "Told ya so!"

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Reese was starting to stand back up, but then another snowball hit her, and she fell right back down. She brushed the snow off her and looked at Fyo. She was about to say something, but then Fyo hit Torin in the head with a snowball. Haha! Then, Fyo sent THREE snowballs towards Torin. But, to Reese's surprise, Torin dodged every single one of them. She smiled at the little scene in front of her, then stood up. She wandered over to a nearby bench and sat down. She just wanted to watch the snowball fight. It was Karma and Torin vs. Fyo. This should be interesting.

WHAT? Reese was LEAVING? "You can't leave," Fyo called, as he scooped up more snow to hit Torin and Karma's way. "We're supposed to ATTACK Torin. No, no, no, Reeeeesssse, come baaaackkk."

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Snow cookies? Karma laughed as she continued to build her fort. "How about this," she yelled over the top of it. "If you win, I'll make you cookies. If I win, you make me cookies. Deal?"

Oh. But then, there was snow being thrown. "OH. It's on."

She began to gather her own snowballs as she ducked behind the fort after the others were being thrown. "Bring it on, little man!"

"Snow cookies, right?" Fyo asked, laughing at her 'deal.' "Because the only other type of cookies I can make is burnt, chocolate chip ones." Heck, yeah! "Soo o o o - it's a deal!"

Little man? LITTLE man? Meh. "I'mma taaaall!" Fyo insisted - well, he was - throwing a HUGE amount of snow at her. "Take that, Karmabadkittynumbertwo!"

Karma flung herself out of the way of Torin being tackled in all this mess. She was NOT getting her hair messed up yet. Well, more than what it already was, really. As she rolled away, she slid slightly down the hill and towards the bench Reese was sitting on.

She giggled, watching the two boys fight. It was quite the entertainment, really. Looking over her shoulder at Reese, she looked comfortably dry. Hmm. Not for long, if Karma had anything to do with it.

But then, there was a dumpage of snow on her. Her head snapped in the direction of Fyo, and she scrambled up onto her legs so she could run. Eh, he was taller than her. But still younger.

"Watch it or I'm gonna hex you to Hawaii where there's no snow EVERRRR!" she yelled, kicking and throwing random snow at him. Except, for when she threw some the last time, she hit Torin with it. "Hahaha, sorryyyyy."

Emiliano wanted to buy candies, lots. So, he just made his way down to Hogsmeade, pockets ready to be filled of chocolates, lollipops and all sweets possible. And so he bought about two filled bags of candies. Danger alert! As he walked back to Hogwarts, he saw a snowball fight. Karma...and two boys he just didn't know at all were throwing those cold and watery weapons of fun to each other and sure seemed to have fun.

Hehe. He approached and noticed Reese seating at a bench nearby. "Having fun, Upstead?" He asked her and smiled as he sat next to her and offered a candy from one of the bags.

Was she running away, too? What was with girls, and wanting to look picture-perfect? Know what? Fyo could pose for a picture with a TENTACLE sticking out of his head. [Well, he didn't want a tentacle sticking out of his head - the example was just meant to show that he.. didn't care how he looked. As long as he looked reasonably clean, that is.]

And snowball fights were SO not the time to look reasonably clean.

They were there to make you SNOWY!

"I bet you can't hex me to Hawaii," he called out, through a sprayyy-age of snow coming his way. Argghh. Hands in front of his face, he bent his head to shield his face from all the snow, before scooping up LOTS of it and.. dumping it on her head. "Take that, Karmabadkittynumbertwo!"

Steven nodded. “Good, where--” He started to ask before she pointed to Madam Puddifoot's where he had been two weeks previously with Anna... Yeah, cause that 'shopping' date had gone well. He had bought them both lunch, she had kissed him then fled the scene, Lyra had intercepted and tried to save his feelings a little before she too had left him alone and incredibly confused. He hadn't seen Anna alone yet to find out what had happened that day. He, for one, had no idea.

However, if that was where his Nancy wanted to go and eat lunch, then that was where they would go and eat. He nodded bravely. “Sure.” He said with a grin. “If that is where you want to go for lunch, then that is where we will go and eat.” He said firmly, as he manoeuvred them to be walking in the right direction. With that done, and their footsteps falling in time again, he looked at her and smiled to himself. Silently wondering if it was actually possible to fall for your best friend and have love on top of an amazing friendship.

Steven laughed. “Sweets are amazing at any time of the day...” He told her before he looked at her with his head cocked to the side as he considered the wink that she shoot him. It confused him, and he wasn't really sure what it meant. Obviously it meant something to do with the book-store because that was where that wink followed.... but was it that they would or wouldn't end up there... or was it that she wanted to see what they could get up to... He shook his head, distracting himself and... well his hormones from that very dangerous pathway of thought.

As soon as the gang of guys had walked past them, he had slackened his hold on her hand and massaged the skin that he had gripped too hard with his thumb. “Sorry...” He said, looking slightly ashamed. “The group of older guys were looking at you like you were a piece of meat.” He mumbled, not at all liking the fact that he had to tell her that he was jealous, protective and all-but-ready to fight for her if she asked him too. This was not the way things were meant to be on the first date.

Reese looked over at at Emiliano when he sat down on the bench beside her. "Oh, yes, I'm having so much fun," she answered. "But, I'm getting a little bit too cold, so I think I might go inside The Three Broomsticks for a while. " She smiled when Em offered her some candy. She reached inside the back and pulled out some chocolate. "Thanks," she said.

She stood up from the bench and looked over at Fyo, who was telling her not to go. "I'm sorry, I need to go inside and warm up. I'm getting way too cold," she told him. "Em-" she looked over at her. "Can help you ATTACK Torin." She smiled at Fyo, then headed inside The Three Broomsticks.

First he was being tackled, and then he was getting more snow all over him? It was getting ridiculous. Pushing Fyo off of him, he rushed out of the way so that he wouldn't get hit by anymore.

He was going to watch this thing now. He was done.

He brushed snow off of himself, shivering.

Awww, shucks.

"It's alright if you're cold," Fyo said, nodding. He didn't want her freezing. Because then she would be inside a BIG block of ice, the kind they showed on muggle cartoons, and then he would get detention for being responsible. OH NO!

"Bye, Reese," he said, waving to her in an attempt to hurry her off. No detention for him, I tell ya, no detention for him when he didn't mean to do anything that ended with Reese in a BIG block of ice!

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First he was being tackled, and then he was getting more snow all over him? It was getting ridiculous. Pushing Fyo off of him, he rushed out of the way so that he wouldn't get hit by anymore.

He was going to watch this thing now. He was done.

He brushed snow off of himself, shivering.

Was Torin getting cold, too?

"Know what?" Fyo said, eyeing the guy rather.. apprehensively. "I think we should get out of here, now." Yup, yup, that seemed like a pretty wise idea. He was WIIISE!

They'd reached Hogsmeade in one piece. Or so it seemed.

There had been no falling. No slipping and no tripping all the way there. Which was rather a good accomplishment seeing as whenever Evee was in Plymouth's presence, she fell down.

Holding onto Plymouth's hand, Evolette sidestepped a sheet of ice. Wow. That could have been a life altering slip. Reason number 587 why she did not like the winter.

Her blue eyes took in the sight of Plymouth next to her, in his pink shirt. "I WAS right. You can pull it off." she smirked. Was there ever any doubt that Evolette McKenna knew her fashion?

"Hehe." Plymouth Morgan could nothing but giggle at the pink shirt compliments. OH BOY. "Copernicus wears pink. Tell me that you think I'm prettier in pink. You do, right? He's... you've decided on the cuter brother, huh?"


HUUUUH?



Plymouth hopped over the ice, nearly busted his rear, but played it off cool. They probably weren't going to make it without their mandatory spill. He lead her down the street, looking for that restaurant deli place that Anna had ... attacked him with her lipstick in.

Ooooh. The cuter brother conundrum. Mehh. Evolette was reminded of when she kissed Cope, she told him that maybe it would help her decide which on them was the cuter one. So... maybe that meant she had to kiss Plymouth before she could be sure.

"Hmmmm." she mused, eying Plymouth up and down and making a show of considering it. The truth was, Plymouth and Copernicus were both cute, but in different ways. Cope had that whole "Ravenclaw" thing going on, whereas, Plym was also a Ravenclaw, but...he had that infectious giggling that always made her happy.

"You are definitely prettier in pink Plymmy." she agreed, grinning at him as she tugged on his hand, "Plus YOU'RE the one with my pretty pink scarf. And.... I don't think Cope could pull off the sparkles."

"You're right. He'd say they were childish or improper and drone on about where they originated from or some such." Eyeroll. "But - don't think I didn't notice you didn't answer the question. That ole hat didn't put me in Ravenclaw for nothing, you know."

"Hehe."


"How do you feel about man purses?" Ugh. Why couldn't Copernicus have gotten him a WALLET? Purses were so unmanly.

Blinking innocently, Evolette held Plymouth's gaze for a moment, and then shrugged. "I answered one of your questions Plymouth." She pointed out. Or rather, it was more a demand.

"How about, I let you know, at the end of the date?" she asked, smirking. "Deal?"

Man purses? UMMMMM.

"They're...... all the rage in Italy?" she offered. Plymouth didn't seem to be wearing one, and she couldn't say she wasn't glad about that.

"I'm only playing with you. I actually already know the answer." Clearly, Plymmy G.. was cuter. Not smarter. Not better. Not taller. Not older. But cuter.


Everyone knew that.


"I hope they're all the rage in Hogsmeade. I might have to pull one out tonight. You can avert your eyes though and pretend it's not happening. I'll understand."

Oh yeaaaah? "Hmmm." Evolette mused once more, brushing her hair away from her face. "So sure are you?" she asked. She was pretty sure he was right. He was the cuter one. But still..... she wanted to make him squirm a bit.

Evolette was glad that she didn't have to deal with this sibling hotness problem. Her sister was, well.... let's just say not many people talked to her sister..... they more feared her.

Her blue eyes looking over him once more, she blinked. "Plym, I don't see a man purse, unless it's invisible...and those things, you can't really hide them in your pocket." Hmm. "Maybe it's not a man purse after all?"

Plymouth gave Evolette a questioning sort of look. Would she laugh at his manpurse? Hmmm... Squintsquintsquint. "Trust me. It's a purse. But, manly. Kind of. I'll show you but.... if you run away, I'm chasing you down."


Plymouth dug his manpurse out of his pocket and held it up for Evolette to see.

Evolette rolled her eyes, "I won't run away Plymouth." she giggled. If Plymouth was ever going to do anything to make her run away, she was sure he already would have done it.

Scrutinizing the so called "man purse." Evolette shook her head, "Nooo. Man purses have shoulder straps! This.." she said, poking his bag with the tip of her finger, "Is a..... man satchel."

Okay, there really was no reason to add the "man" part, but she thought he would appreciate it. "You should turn it pink." she added, smiling, "With sparkles!"

Yessssssssss.

"You're just being nice. It's... .a purse. With coins in it. But, it's got money for us to blow in it. So.. I can't knock it too much." Plymouth jingled the one little galleon around.

"Just.... didn't want you to snort at dinner when I pull it out. You're prepared, now." Plymouth "hehe'd" and did a few skips ahead of Evolette so he could walk backwards in front of her.


He just walked backwards and grinned at her. Just happy to be there with Miss McKenna, his jingly man purse, and others of Hogsmeade.

"All right." Evolette relented, holding up both of her hands in defeat. "It's a man purse." It SO was not. But, she was just going to let him think that.

Mmmhmmmm.

"I would not do that." She gasped, crossing her arms in mock defiance, "There's obviously still much you must learn about me, Mr. Morgan.

Watching him carefully as he started walking backwards. Evolette sped up her pace a bit. He was making her nervous. He was. The ground in the winter wasn't exactly conducive to walking backwards.

Her blue eyes remained on him.... waiting.