Natasha smile at the girl that Melanie said was called Grace, right? "I'm a second year," she said to the girl, politely.

Even for a kitten, the thing was very small. When Fyo held a cat, he usually felt as though his arms were laden. But this kitten – he could have carried four of it, at the same time.

It was grey, with soft whiskers, and huge eyes that stared out of a lean face. Not at well-fed, and not at all happy-looking – in short, not at all the way a kitten should look. Fyo had first spotted in the main street, scared from the rush of people, and apparently backing into a wall. Having picked it up, partly out of pity and partly because of his love for cats, he was now looking down at the furball, wondering how on earth it had gotten in such a state.

Sure, it was small. REALLY small. But what are kitty mothers for? The mother cat, Fyo decided, must have died. Yes, that would neatly account for this kitten’s present condition. After all, back where he lived, there were kittens like this all the time. Not for more than several days though – Somebody always spotted them, and took them in before half a week was out.

This kitten, though – Fyo definitely had a feeling it would die if he did not do something soon. But what could he do? He didn’t have anything to give it, not except for the warmth of his lap. His shoulderbag was full of chocolates, yes, but he didn’t think kittens ate that. He had a mental image of how the kitten could look, if only he could give it some food.

He spotted a bench, sat down, and placed the kitty on his lap, where it curled up and looked up at him with wide, more than just sort of starved eyes. Fyo gulped, reaching for his bag, and fumbling inside. Hey! There was some chocolate milk in there! Chocolate milk, yes, but milk nevertheless. Maybe the kitty would drink it!

Then he paused, a sudden idea clicking into his mind. Fehu! He had the rune stone in his bag – yes, he carried around fascinating things like that – and, if everything they said about it summed to true, Fyo was certain the kitty would drink the almost-all-chocolate milk. And have it do some good to her, too. It was all worth a try, right?

Right! Fyo found an empty bowl, dropped the rune into it, and filled it – the bowl, not the rune – with the milk. Then he lifted the kitty off his lap, and placed it next to the bowl.

For a moment, the kitten sniffed at the milk. And then, with surprising speed and swiftness, it began to lap it up with its pink tongue. Fyo sat back, unable to wipe a slight smile off his face.

Cattle.

A representation of existence. Of life.
– The kitten needed it.

Wealth.

Abundance. Abundance of strength, and of power.
– The kitten needed it.

Nourishment.

The supplication of energy, the provision of nutrition.
– The kitten needed it.

A minute later, the milk was gone. The kitten looked up with still huge, but now happy-looking, eyes, clearly able to stand on its own again. There was a blink of the eyes – Fyo’s eyes, not the kitten’s – and the latter had jumped into the former’s lap. Fyo grinned, brushing back his messy hair. Because you know what?

He wasn’t going to take runes lightly, from now on.

Natasha looked around the street, for anyone she knew there, and spotted Fyo! He was... Sitting on a bench, with a kitten on his lap. That seemed... Kind of odd - No. That really wasn't a good word for it, but the kitten didn't look very good, well, it's body didn't anyway, because the kitten seemed very happy.

"Hey Fyo," Natasha came over to him. "What's up?" She asked him with a smile, looking down at the kitten, as well.

Natasha! Fyo noticed the pretty Slytherin just as the kitten closed her eyes in his lap, and gave Tash a broad grin.

"I was trying to see if these runes really work," he chuckled, pointing to the now-empty platter of chocolate milk. "Seems like they do, because the kitty seems to have gotten better. I found it around here. It looked kind of starved, and that got to me," he explained, brushing back his messy hair.

"Oh, were you? So they work? Cool," Natasha smiled at Fyo. "Aww, that's so sad." She said as he explained how he got the kitty. "And really nice of you to get the kitty." She said with a warm expression. The idea of this kitten being starved was really, really sad!

Fyo nodded. "I think they do," he said, referring to the runes. "I can't be sure of course, but I don't think kittens get that much strength just from drinking a bit of chocolate milk. In fact, my kittens back at home don't even drink chocolate milk," he chuckled.

"Thanks," he said, smiling slightly when she said it was nice of him. "But a lot of people would have done the same. I wonder if anyone would like to have this kitty. Because I don't want to leave her here. She's really cute - she just needs to be fed properly. Maybe I'll take her back to the castle. Not sure, though," he added, giving a shrug of his broad shoulders.

"No, I really don't think they do, often. Nor do they really drink chocolate milk, very often, either." Natasha said with a chuckle.

"That's okay," she smiled. "I'm sure they probably would, but it's still nice." She said to Fyo. "You... Want... Someone... To... Have... That... Kitty?" Natasha asked him, her eyes wide with shock. "Oh, oh, oh! Can I, can I, can I?" She asked him, a little over excited. But, come on. She was a twelve year old who had wanted a kitty for agesssss. She really wanted that kitty now, but... Calm Natasha... Calm... "I'm pretty good at taking care of animals, and stuff, I just haven't had one of my own before.

"Yeah, that's what makes me think it's the rune," Fyo nodded, in agreement. "But you know, the kitty was starved. Maybe that's why it was so eager. Still, the strength she gained is kinda surprising." He shrugged, before giving her a friendly smile.

He laughed at her enthusiasm. That hadn't occurred to him at all! "Why not," he said, still chuckling lightly. "That would be great. It seems all set on turning out to be a real cute thing, if it can just find an owner who's willing to feed and pet it," he grinned.

"Yes, it could've possibly eaten it out of hunger, and such, but the kitten does seem like it's got better strength, you're right." She said to Fyo.

"Yay!" Natasha couldn't help but say excitedly, although probably not as hyper as before. "Yess, I'm sure it's going to be very cute, just needs some nourishment and care, that's all." Natasha said. "Thank you, sooooo much."

"Why don't you take 'er?" Fyo asked. "Hey, kitty," he said, bending down to stroke the grey fur-ball that was all curled up in his lap. "Do you know you have an awesome owner, now?"

The kitty opened her eyes and looked up at him, before looking Natasha's way. Smiling slightly, Fyo picked the kitten up and handed her over to Natasha. "You seem excited. Any idea what you're going to name her?" he asked with a grin.

Natasha watched Fyo pick up the kitten, smiling. But she stopped herself from getting too overly excited. She was really happy to be getting a kitten, and knew her parents wouldn't care, and her housekeeper wouldn't mind. But no need for hyperventilating, right? Right. "Thanks," she grinned as Fyo said that she would be an awesome owner. Well, technically he was talking to the kitty, but it was so nice of him to say so!

"I am, I seriously, seriously am." Natasha said, looking at the kitty affectionately, as Fyo gave her the kitten. She held her gently, patting her softly, before looking up at Fyo again. "That's a good idea. She can't just be 'kitty' or 'kitten' forever, now, can she?" Natasha asked him. "But I've got nothing, have any ideas?" She asked Fyo.

Natasha seemed pretty happy, at getting the kitty. Hey, and that kitty looked kinda pleased, too. Fyo grinned to himself, feeling good as he watched the pair. They'd get along wonderfully, the kitten and Tash, he was so sure of it!

"Um.. Dunno," he said, surprised that she was asking him for an opinion. "I have a thing for unique kinda names, so how about.. Candela? Or Ophelia? Or Pinktoes?" The last name was, of course, suggested jokingly. Though he wouldn't really mind owning a kitty named Pinktoes, you know.


OOC: Gotta go. Baii, Annavanna luff<3.

Natasha kept stroking the kitty, she was sooo cute! She so couldn't wait to tell her cousin Tammy. She wondered what Tamzin was like with pets, and how much she liked them, but was sure she'd love the kitty. Firstly, because she was really nice. And secondly, who couldn't LOVE this adorable kitten.

"Oh, you're right, they are unique. And I really like them, too." Natasha said with a smile. "You know, I think I'm kind of torn between Candela and Pinktoes." She told Fyo, grinning. She knew, of course, that he had been joking about the last one. It was a cool name, though.

ooc: Bai Maxeh! See you tomorrow mehopes.

Victoria was walking down the main street, maybe she will bump into one of her friends or Thomas or if she is lucky maybe Kevin

Grace didn't know how to answer. She decided to ask another question instead. "So, what was the most interesting thing that had happened through your student life here?"

Victoria decided she would walk up to honeyduke's to stock up on sweets, she started to walk in that direction.

feeling slightly lonely, Lilly decided to walk the streets of Hogsmeade. she could go back to Hogwarts but what a waste of a trip. maybe she could meet up with someone. maybe one of her friends were here. so far nothing. oh well she thought as she wandered the streets alone.

Rachel walked down Hogsmeade, the town more familiar to her by now than the Ravenclaw common room. She looked up and spotted her and Jake's apartment and wondered whether it would be a good idea to drop in for a visit. Truth be told, she had a feeling that Jake wouldn't be able to help her much now - her situation was not something he was comfortable discussing with her.

Boys, can't live with them, can't live without them, she thought to herself as she walked towards the Three Broomsticks, thoughts of the two main boys in her life swirling around in her head. Jake was great - a father figure, but not completely a father which makes some situations, such as this, complicated. Reid, on the other hand, was special. She knew that without even having to dissect their conversation on the Pathway the other day.

But, what was she supposed to do? If she confessed her feelings - and by some miracle, he would return them - then she would officially have a boyfriend. That word, boyfriend... Toshi had been her friend, and they had ended up as just as friends. She didn't want to be just friends with Reid - but as much as she liked him, she also knew that she was easily distracted when it came to her school work. What bigger distraction could there be if not a boyfriend?

Oh Reid... Stepping into the Three Broomsticks, she felt glad to be away from the wind. The fifth year had dressed up in summery clothes and applied a warming charm on herself, but the charm had worn off soon enough and she hadn't thought to reapply it.

Reid was walking down the street of Hogsmeade, not really paying attention to his surroundings. All he knew was that he was trying to stop thinking about Rachel Rider. It wasn't going so well. Every few seconds his thoughts would stray to her. To her smile, the rightness of having her in his arms, the sound of her voice and the list went on and on. Either way it was frustrating him as he hadn't seen her in days and it didn't look like he would. Therefore he needed a distraction. The script in his hand being the perfect thing since it was work and no matter what he'd always been able to concentrate on his job.

Reading through the notes and his lines Reid couldn't help but parallel the story to that of his own. The kid they wanted him to play was just like him but at the same time slightly different. Why because this guy wasn't currently unable to concentrate on anything because a girl kissed him and nearly turned him to goo. Not that he would be complaining if he'd seen or talked to Rachel after the incident but he hadn't.

Walking down the street with Lettie, he looks around amazed to be in an all wizard community. Having missed the last Hogsmeade weekend, he's thrilled to be able to go with his gal.

Hoping this time Ornlu,decided to stay at Hogwarts, and not follow them, he keeps glancing behind them.

"Where do you want to go first?" She asked and looked around at the shops. Ornlu was busy in one of the other alleyways, probably hunting for mice.
"It's so cute here. I've never visited, but I've heard about this place."

Looking around, he points indirectly toward Honeydukes. "How about we start there?"

Seeing Ornlu wander off, he sighs with relief.

Walking out of the Three Broomsticks, Rachel gasped at the sudden cold that hit her like a wall. The summery clothes she had chosen to wear had been a mistake - but, in her defense, if someone was looking outside today then she was sure that they, like her, would think that it was warm.

Clenching her teeth and hugging her bare arms, she began to make her way towards the Rider apartment, going as quickly as quickly as she could without actually running. She couldn't believe this was happening to her - on top of EVERYTHING else, she was now apparently going to get pneumonia too. Fantastic.

A sudden gust of wind blew straight into her eyes and she had to clamp them shut in order to stop them from literally drying up completely. Instead, the opposite happened and she found that her eyes were now tearing because of the cold. Oh, come on! She felt the tears run down her cheeks as she continued walking blindly towards the apartment, and suddenly she heaved a great big stop and was so surprised by it that she stopped in her tracks.

I need him... I need him, and I need him now. She raised her hands from their position on her bare arms to her face, hiding the fact that she was crying from the world. She walked forward more quickly this time, and used her sense of direction to guide her until-

"Ouf!" she exclaimed as she collided headfirst with someone's back and sent both of them flying towards the ground. Sniff. "O-Oh, I'm so- s- sorry," she said, trying to calm herself down before the guy had a chance to turn around and see her face. She quickly rolled off him and winced as she felt her ankle send sharp pains up her leg. Unable to contain it, she burst into fully fledged tears, mentally cursing the whole world and wishing that she had not come to school this year. Yes, that's how miserable she really was.

Reid had just gotten to the point where his distraction was working, he was really getting into the script and was now lost in his own world. Which was why when someone ran into him he didn't have the foresight to use his feet to brace himself and went flying onto the ground. The worst part was he fell flat on his stomach in a puddle, luckily his script got away unscathed though.

Pushing himself up Reid's face spelled out death for the person who'd knocked into him. His jacket alone had cost thousands of dollars and was now ruined, add that to the fact that he was already in a foul mood and the person who had knocked him over would now rue the day they were born. Turning around Reid was getting ready to yell at the person when he recognised who they were and that they were crying.

His expression relaxed, turning kind and walking the few steps over to Rachel he knelt down next to her. "Hey don't cry, please don't cry?" he pleaded with her while unzipping his jacket. she must be freezing. I hope she doesn't get pneumonia. "And it's fine, no need to apologize." at the last part he carefully placed his jacket around her shoulders before looking down at the ground. Her ankle seemed to be at the wrong angle to her body, he was no doctor but even he could tell it looked wrong.

Rachel was crying. RACHEL was CRYING. She hadn't cried - properly cried - in YEARS. This was wrong; it was all wrong. This year was supposed to be stressful only in the school work area, not in the social area nor the physical area nor the heart area nor ANYWHERE ELSE.

That sent her off again, and she felt the tears running down her cheeks - the more she tried to stop, the more she continued. Her ankle was killing her and she felt like an absolute wreck. The poor guy... He must be absolutely soaked.

Wait - that voice... That voice only belonged to one person - a person whom Rachel had, out of sever stupidity, been avoiding for the last week and had been yearning for for at least six days out of the seven. "R-Reid?" she choked out in shock through her sobs, wiping away her tears so that she could see if it was really him. Well, technically she just wanted to make sure she wasn't hallucinating, since there was no way she could mistake that voice.

Blinking, she saw that she was now wrapped in something warm and slowly began to feel a little warmth seep back into her arms. Sobbing uncontrollably now that the shock of seeing Reid had worn off, she covered her face with her hands again, unwilling to let him see her like this. The fifth year tried to swallow her sobs, which seemed to be working and slowly tried to get up.

However, as soon as she tried to move her ankle, it sent even sharper pains up her leg and she involuntarily cried out in pain, then hissed and bit her bottom lip to prevent herself from doing it again. The tears began to flow yet again and she felt absolutely wretched. "I-I'm rrrreally s-s- sorry, Reid," she whispered in between sobs, then turned away from him and tried to calm herself down.