"No... he..." Celandine smiled a bit in excitement on Cope's behalf, "Professor Truebridge arranged some internship opportunities for him and I think Cope wants to do the one in Egypt. Digging up ancient wizarding relics and stuff I guess. So, not really because of... things."

"Daphadil!" Teeeheeee!

"Oh I know she does, but you know something? I can tell you a secret because now that I think about it? When you kissed me and wrote that poem and stuff, I told her all about it and she was sooooo weird about it. I think... I think maybe," And Celandine was only just learning what the feeling felt like, "she might have been a bit jealous."

Teeeeeeheeeeeeee.

Wait.

One of them?

"ZOMG, Plymmy are you going on dates with my other best friend?" Cela stared.

Oh... Hm. Cool. Plymouth wanted to go dig up stuff, too! Sounded fun. He let the subject drop though. If Copernicus wanted Plymouth to know his stuff, Perni would probably tell Plymouth. And he hadn't, so...


Mmmm. Cela was giggling again. Plymouth was, once again, a grinning fool. Or was until she started in on the jealous thing. "I wouldn't take it that far, CellBell. Whey I say she likes me I mean... she finds me mildly amusing and not horrible company. She has no other interests. Trust me on that one."


".... you are happy about me asking her out. She didn't say "yes, yes", you know. Just sort of yes." Not that Plymouth wasn't sure Daphne Hopton didn't want to go. She so did.

"Daphne doesn't say yes yes to anything." Celandine laughed, "And she likes arms. You should... wear stuff that shows of yours." Cel slipped her arm over Plym's shoulder and tipped her head to look at him.

"I... don't know if I'm happy exactly? But I'm not... unhappy."

Plymouth snorted. "You want me to make her squirmy." And Plymouth liked the thought of that. "Hehe... You should see the outfit I have picked out for her. SHe'll like it." Boy would she. Plymouth couldn't wait. Couldn't wait.

"Not happy, you say?" he asked, both his eyebrows raised high. He wrapped his arm around her waist. Mmm chummy.


Plymouth turned his head left, then right. Then just eyes to the left, then just his eyes to the right. Shifty!Plymouth.


.... Airnuzzle....

"Teehee."

It would be easier to talk to Daphne about stuff if she got worked up about stuff too.

"Oh well as long as I still get airnuzzles, I'm happy." Gigglesnort.

She sighed a bit and thought for a minute. Plym hadn't exactly said that he was okay with Cope and Plym... but he hadn't straight out said no...

Cela chewed her lip thoughtfully and offered an airnuzzle back.

Plymouth's grinned dimmed, but he was still smiling. "I wish, CellBell. I wish it were that way." Funny how Plymouth had thought that they DID make her happy... for such a long time. A very long time. "Should we invite Daphne to brew the potion with us? We can, if you want."

"We can if you want." Celandine corrected after taking a deep breath. She took Plymmy's hand and gave it a squeeze.

"I feel a little better." Celandine admitted and rested her head on his shoulder. Her friend was back, it did help.

Plymouth pushed up to his feet and pulled her up with him by her hand. "Can I twirl you? Let's go ask her right now. Or, soon. Or now. If you want." Plymouth ... was going to make sure that Cela was on board with everything before he did things... again. Grin.

She was coming down from the common heading out to get something to eat. "Don't you wish your girlfriend was hot like me," she sang happily. She was wearing a original Pucci jump dress and her new green heels. She was feeling good and looking good. "Don't you." she sang with a smile.

She skipped down the steps. This was a day divas like her were made for. She just needed an audience now. It wasn't everyday one wore a Pucci original.

These darn moving staircases made her stomach a little...well...unsettling but none the less, she was going to tackle them anyway. She had to get from Point A to Point B and well, there was only one way, besides the ladders of course. Silly things.

As she walked the stairs, she heard someone singing but really didn't pay attention to the words. "Cute dress, Paris," she chimed in as her eyes went from the green shoes up to the little dress that she wore.

Paris turned and looked up and up and Lyra. The girl looked like she had grown several inches over the past term. If Paris hadn't been in a good mood she would have remarked about her seemingly endless supply of legs.

She twirled around so that Lyra could get the full effect of her whole ensemble. "Why thank you dahling," she purred and batted her eye lashes.

Cela stood with Plym and laughed. "Yes you can twirl me... can I meet you someplace instead? I have to go... do something, but it won't take long." Cel looked curiously around when she heard a strange song. Cela, obviously did not have a girlfriend. Neither did Plym really, but she was curious. She leaned up to Plym's ear and whispered. "Do you?" Still peeking at Paris and brightening when she saw Lyra, Cela added to Plym, "I had a dress like that in pink but I had to throw it out because my grandmother said it was too grown up for me and it might make people think things."

She sighed.

"Not sure what she meant really, but it is a pretty dress."

Plymouth twirled her around just once. Mmm made him ridiculously happy. "Sure. I've got some hop hop hopping to finish. I think I'll change clothes, too. Something... short sleeved," Plymouth GRINNED, then stooped down to get the whispers for Cela.

Plymouth Morgan loved whispers from Celandine Toussaint.


"Do I.. have a girlfriend?" He whisper!failed. That's what she was asking, right? What Paris was on about? "Not... unless you're offering," Plymouth said before thinking. He quickly added a "Sorry" and turned to look at the dress in question.


"Umm. Nah. That's... not for you, CellBell. You should recycle yours and give it her. She could have it altered... maybe..." Plymouth wrinkled his nose. CellBell was itty bitty teeny tiny. Hmm.

His attention for Paris was short lived and back where it belonged. "I'll go pick up Daphne. And meet you...? "

"Short sleeved is good." Cela agreed and at his response to her question she sorta smiled ruefully at him and lifted onto her tip toes to give him a tiny, chaste and friendly little cheek kiss, rather than say anything.

"Mmm I threw it out, I don't keep old stuff or I'd have tooooo much stuff!" It was true.

"Oh... meet at the Room of Requirement," Cela paused and realised, "...is that okay?

Plymouth touched his cheek. He was a little... dazed ... but in a good way. He really hadn't thought that they'd ever be okay like this again. Plymouth had really thought that he'd lost his CellBell. "Sometimes my mom cries when she gets really happy. Never in the kitchen, but she'll go outside and cry and be happy. I kind of feel that way right now."

Plymouth hopped up onto the next step with both feet. "I'll go get her and we'll meet you there. As long as you promise not to cry. Do you think you could promise not to cry because of me ever again?" Plymouth hopped up another step, already on his way to pick up one Daphne Hopton.

Cela blushed a bit and nodded. "I promise if you promise that we will always be friends, might cry some of those happy tears though if that part is okay."

Cela hopped up the stairs too, stopping when she reached the top. "See you in a little bit."

She waved at Lyra as she continued on her way. It was nice of Lyra to acknowledge that Paris was looking as fly as she could look. She was so happy with her dress. It was like once every 10 years that the Pucci vaults were open and some of the designer's original creations were sold.


She hadn't wanted to easy drop on their conversation, but Plymouth's comment felt like someone had thrown a bucket of ice water on her. She stopped dead in her tracks as her knuckles almost burst open with the force she was gripping the banister. She turned around to look at him. "I must have a hearing problem," she shook her head to clear it over the rainclouds Plymouth had just killed her mood with. "Please tell me you didn't just tell Cela that she should re-cy-cle her dress and give it to me." She asked pronouncing the word recycle like it was the bane of her existence.

And earpiercing screech filled the staircase. It was coming from the submerged great hall.

She covered her ears at the screeching sound vibrating off the walls. "What on earth!" she yelled over the noise. She looked around thinking the castle was being ripped off its foundations. It was making her ears and her head hurt.

Garret jumped onto the moving staircase just as it was taking off from the landing, catching Livvy around the waist to keep her from toppling down the stairs, "They're gonna 'ave some trouble catching up now," he grinned, indicating the fact that they'd have to wait for the Stairs to come back to the sixth floor landing, "Eat Garret Dust, Barry!" he shouted gleefully.

He honestly didn't mean to get competitive, and usually wasn't... it was just... it felt good running around again after being so lazy up in the Ravenclaw common room.

Wow... running.... she hadn't ran for soooo long. Now she could burn a few calories though! It felt so good. She felt soooooo fly. She should run more often. Yes. She will. But for now, she'll keep running with the G-Man. The kid was just a cutie pie.

They soon approached the moving staircase and they both jumped. Livvy closed her eyes slightly, afraid that she'd fall down the stairs. Oh no. Oh no. She was gonna die. She was gonna fall to her death and no one would be able to save her. Mari. I love you. I'm sorry for accidentally crushing your cat and breaking your vase when I was four, Livvy thought as she could feel herself slowly falling down to the next step.

But. Oh!

She looked up at the G-Man, who had caught her. Livvy looked down at his arm that was around her waist, and her cheeks turned slightly red. No one had placed their arm around her waist before. She stood up awkwardly and smiled at the boy. "Thanks G-Man. If it hadn't been for you, I would've fallen," Livvy said, cheerfully. She looked down at the corridor they had come from. Hmm. No Barry and Cela. Ah well. They should have time to reconnect anyway.

Ohhh.... Garrett???? DAT'S his name? Ohhh.... "THAT'S YOUR NAME, G-MAN?!" Livvy asked. Hmm. Garrett. "That's a nice name. I like it."

"Woo-hoo! We win!" she yelled out, dancing. Uh-huh... oh yeah... in your FACE! Barry and Cela.

"Off to the Chutes then G-Man?" Livvy asked, smiling.

G-Man? Well... he had tried to get G-Dawg to stick a few years ago, but it hadn't gone over too well so he'd given it up. G-Man wasn't so bad... maybe. He'd have to see if he could accustom himself to the moniker, "Have no fear! I'm King of the Movin' Staircases!" He proclaimed, puffing his chest out and thumping the front of his white school uniform.

"Cela and I once slid down all the Moving Staircases from the seventh floor to the Entrance Hall on giant cushions." He was so proud of that fact, it was the first time he met Cela and they had been the best of friends ever since, "But the Chutes... we'll 'ave to work on that."

Torin sighed as he made his way up the stairs. Okay, so maybe he was wrong when he told Alice that Fyo would be back in no time. His best friend was still missing. And he was kinda getting annoyed. Where was he? And why didn't he tell them that he was going to disappear.

Yes, he was going to punch Nerd when he finally decided to reappear. And why did he call Alice luff? WTF was up with that?

La La La.

Shana walked up the stairs and hummed to herself,In her head of corse.She'd damage people ear drums if she even hummed out loud.Uh-huh Shana Miller=Short,Red headed,Immature,Tone deaf second year.Tone deaf thats for sure.She then suddenly noticed Torin and stopped humming,Last time she'd seen him was at Kevins birthday party.She hop-skipped over and poked his arm.Heeeeeeey Torin. she said tippy toeing and leaning her head on his shoulder so she could talk in his ear to get his attention.She jumped infront of him,You know just incase his reflectses were as Awesome as Shanas and as soon as someone scared him He Hit/Kicked that person.She took a good 3 steps back.Good.Safe.Great.

"What the hell?! he exclaimed, startled as someone not only poked him, but jumped in front of him.

"Geeze, Shana!" he exclaimed when he realized that it had been her. He was slightly annoyed now. It wasn't great that she did this after he just failed to find his best friend anywhere on the grounds.

"So what's up?" He was trying hard not to roll his eyes.