She stared before blushing. It seemed that blushing was something one did a lot when in the presence of Plymouth Morgans. Odd species of male they were. "It wasn't that I didn't like it," she squeaked, fiddling with her school uniform. Her tie was crooked. Her sweater vest was a bit too short. What was with her school shirt? When did it get so wrinkly?

Daphne frowned at Celandine's antics at first, wondering what she was getting at. What was she doing? Dancing? Why was she dancing in the middle of the corridor? What? Belly ache.

Dancing Belly Ache. Belly Ache Dance. Bel--Oh! "That's really not what I meant," she replied finally raising her hands in a gesture of innocence. "Really. I meant I wasn't keeping track of time."

"I didn't say I didn't like it!" she spluttered, her neck matching the color of her cheeks now. "And what's with all these personal...information...being given out, Celandine!"

She stamped her foot. This was so humiliating. "My likes and dislikes are mine to...to...give out at my own discretion!" She finished shoving her nose in the air, hands on her hips. So there. "And yes, I happen to like eyes and smiles. What of it?"

Daphne pretended the observing of posteriors was never mentioned.

Hehe. Daphne's still in Plymmy's hat, aye?
 

"Hmmm?" Cela made an innocent questioning noise. She was already distracted. She offered a bright smile to Daphne and her arm. It was a come-over-here-and-give-me-a-half-hug sort of thing.

Cela obligingly opened her book on the appropriate page and looked around at the room, which grudgingly adjusted to a more potions-lab-like look.

"Okay. Afterwards we can have snacks!"

"I..." she managed to utter, staring at both Plymouth and Cela. How they always managed to jump from one topic to the next, as if they had said nothing at all would always be a mystery to her. Pouting slightly, she reached up to scratch her head and found--Plymouth's blue hat.

Heh.

Ahem. Taking it off, she beat it against her hip a few times before taking a seat between her friends, placing the hat on Celandine's head crookedly. "What bacon? Oh...You meant not literally. Okay. I understand." She was trying really hard to kick that 'take everything literally' habit. It wasn't always effective. "What am I supposed to be doing again? Did I mention I don't particularly enjoy Potions?"

It's like cooking.

Robert walked into the Room of Requirement and swung at the nearest wall wincing a tthe pain in his hand yet feeling strangely satisfied. Looking down at his hand and the blood running down his knuckles he sighed and looked up to find a dent of a Robert shaped fist in the wall. "Well that was beneficial..." he said sarcastically before reaching for the bottom of his shirt and ripping a piece of it off. Wrapping the cloth around his hand he sighed again. What was he going to do...? He didn't heard the door open again or shut as he walked along the room going over what had happened in his mind and how he had probably hurt Liz a lot with that comment. He was going to have to apologize. He glanced down at his hand and saw the blood seeping through the cloth and peeled it back. It was still bleeding freely. Great. And he didn't know any healing spells.... What a perfect day this had been!

As the door slammed shut behind her, Elizabeth jumped, startled, before she looked around as she heard Robert mutter again. As she saw the dent in the wall, her eyes widened again and she second-guessed her choice of following him. But then she saw the state of his hand, and her expression turned to concern for him, letting the feelings from their argument fade away. "Robert," she said quietly, not wanting to startle him even though part of her knew the very fact she was there might startle him. Moving over to where he was, she reached out to cradle his hand. "Why'd you do that?," she asked softly, looking up at him before moving a hand to reach for her wand. At least she had it, and it wasn't still back in her locker. She didn't know what exactly she could do, not being generally extraordinarily skilled at healing spells, but at least she could try. If he'd let her.

Robert paced back and forth irritated at himself, irritated at Liz, irritated at Mariska for the memories.... He ran his uninjured hand through his hair in frustration. Why... Why did it have to be Mariska of all people that his mind always compares things to. Her and Liz were as different as night and day. He reached his injured hand back again and was about to punch the wall again not caring that it would probably break his hand this time when he heard his name behind him. Turning around swiftly, his eyes wide in initial shock, before he regained himself and started to turn around. Feeling her move closer and take his hand he closed his eyes and turned to look at her. "Because a wall isn't a person and won't hurt anything but myself..." he whispered. He watched as she reached to grab her wand but didn't stop her. His jaw and uninjured fist was still slightly clenched but his anger was beginning to fade...slowly. His quick temper had always been a bad habit of his with anyone except his father.

Still being really careful, Elizabeth stood her ground, and kept a hand around his injured one, as she saw Robert was still angry. She hoped he wouldn't hurt her, part of her knew he wouldn't, and as he answered her question, her expression turned a tiny bit solemn. "You shouldn't have to hurt yourself because of me," she whispered, before bringing her attention back to his bleeding knuckles. Biting her lip as she tried to concentrate, she pointed her wand at his hand, whispering a healing spell and then watching as at least the bleeding stopped. Sighing, she looked up at him again contritely. "I tried, but I think that's the best I can do. And I'm sorry." For making him worry, yelling at him, making him hurt himself, everything. Dropping his hand, she looked down, unsure of what was going to happen next.

Robert watched as her expression changed and hearing her whisper felt his anger drain, "It wasn't that..." he whispered. He would never have done that because of her. There was a lot more going on in his brain and a lot more he didn't want to talk about. He watched as she pointed her wand at his hand and as the bleeding stopped. Hearing her sigh he met her eyes and listened to her words. He watched her head fall and then lifted his hand up under her chin to raise her eyes to him. "No...I'm sorry. I overreacted and let the stress get to me. You have nothing to be sorry for.." he winced at the lingering pain in his jaw and sighed, "Well maybe something." He met her eyes again just staring into them before leaning down and kissing her lightly.

Elizabeth bit her lip again at Robert's whispered comment. "How wasn't it me? I got angry and we argued. How did that not lead to you hurting yourself?," she asked, not really letting herself off the hook, even though it seemed he wanted her to. She couldn't really understand how he could determine she wasn't guilty for what had happened, especially given the events of several minutes before. Her head didn't really hurt anymore, and something told her it wouldn't, but she couldn't deny that all of that had added to the tension. And when he reached out to lift her head as she looked down, she couldn't keep the worry out of her eyes. "You wouldn't have overreacted if I hadn't given you reason to," she whispered back, before the tiniest grin crept onto her face at his backpedal. "Well, I am sorry for that, although you really shouldn't have called me stupid," she said, before her thoughts trailed off as he kissed her.

Robert looked at Liz and shook his head as she spoke, "It wasn't." Looking away for a moment he sighed before looking back at her, "More like bad memories..." He looked down at her and studied her a bit, seeing the worry in her eyes and he chuckled, "You just won't give yourself a break will you. I'm not blaming you. I'm not mad at you and yet here you are beating yourself up." Seeing the grin that crept on her face he smiled and ran his hand gently down her cheek, "There we go. That's better. I'll have to keep that in mind for next time." Pulling back from his kiss he looked at her and smiled, "That's promising at least...if you can put up with my illogical quick temper we'll be just fine," he smirked and pushed a few strands of loose hair behind her ear.

Robert sighed and looked down at his hand as Liz spoke, "I was mad at you yes. I...I don't like feeling helpless and when I couldn't find you..well...yeah..." he trailed off and looked back up at her. "So shall I hold you to the fact that it was your fault I overreacted to fit your obvious desire to hold some fault in this?" He watched as her eyes closed as his hand trailed down her cheek and he smiled. Staring into her eyes as she opened them he smiled, "Not to call you stupid."

He laughed, "Well I'll try not to get too mad if that happens. Can't guarantee it though. Besides if you do I'm sure I'll realize I deserved it later." He grinned and pulled her close to him in a hug, "I'm sorry for calling you stupid by the way. You aren't. I should have realized you would have taken into consideration everything I said. It's just...well I really care about you and I'm not sure how well I'd handle it if something did happen...you know..." he said in a barely audible whisper.

Fallon looked around at the Room. There was a fireplace in one corner of it surrounded by a bunch of very comfortable looking bean bag chairs. There were notebooks and pens and books. Wow. The room knows what I like to do to calm myself. She just stood by the door admiring it all.

Aaron walked in the room right after Fallon. He saw what she saw. Ew... Books. Where's the stuff for me? Looking at the other end of the room, he saw three things: A table, Batman comic books and... "A Paddleball!!!" He rushed over to it and picked it up. He then started paddleballing. He watched the pink ball go up and down and up and down and up and down. "Thank you, room!"

Fallon watched as Aaron went over and grabbed the paddleball. She couldn't control herself. She burst out in a fit of laughter and started to roll around on the floor. "Oh...My...Gosh! You...Are...So...Weird...Aaron!!!" She managed to say between bursts of laughter.

Aaron kept focused on his paddleball goin up and down. "Don't... Judge... Me..." he said smiling trying to not loose his concentration when, *SNAP* "OW!!!" The string of the paddleball snapped and the ball hit him in the eye. Holding his eye he said, "These stupid things always break." He then threw the broken paddleball on the ground. And with a sigh, through a chute on the wall, another paddleball game came out. "YEAH!!! THIS PLACE IS AWESOME!!!" He then picked the new one up and continued paddleballing.

Fallon finally was able to control her laughter. "It's too late for that Aaron." She smiled as his paddleball broke. She was going to say something when another came from a chute in the wall. "This place is awesome."

Fallon decided she would write something. When she opened a notebook and sat in the bean bag chair she couldn't think of anything to write. So she decided just to write down things that had been happening.

After a while, Fallon finished and started to read over what she had wrote.

Aaron was going through paddleballs like a monkey would go through bananas. After about his thirtieth, he looked over to Fallon who seem to have written something. He walked over to her leaned ove her shoulder and said very annoyingly, "Waddidcha write?"

Fallon closed the notebook and clutched it to her chest. "A journal sort of thing." She was going to keep this to herself. This way she could get all of her thoughts and emotions down.

Grrrrr... I wanna see it. "Oh cool." He then walked back over to the paddleballs. Thing is, he was bore. And he already read all those Batmans. Hm... Just then, rising out of the table was... ONE OF THOSE METAL BALL THINGS YOU FIND ON A DESK!!! "Awesome!" he went up to it, pulled one of the end balls back, and let it go. He watched it. The thing is, this one never slowed down. He went and grabbed one of the bean bags keeping his eye on the... um... Newton's Cradle? He then dragged it over and watched it.

Fallon rolled her eyes as Aaron walked back over to the paddleballs. As soon as a Newton's Cradle appeared she knew she had lost him. From what she could tell, something like that would amuse Aaron for hours. She sighed. There was nothing else she could think to write and she didn't really feel like reading. Then all of a sudden, some muggle board games appeared on the floor in front of the fireplace.

Fallon walked over and looked through the pile. All of her favorites were there: Clue, Monopoly, Sorry, and Life. There was even a deck of cards! She decided to grab the deck of cards. She sat on the floor and started to play Solitaire. Who would've thought that just doing this would be amusing?

Aaron finally snapped out his trance and looked back to Fallon playing Solitare by herself. He went over to her and sat down across from her. "The 8 can go there." he said pointing at the card and then to the spot where it could go. He then looked over at the board games that appeared. "You wanna play Life? It's my favorite muggle board game..."