Emiliano snapped out of his trance of thought. He was there, thinking about all that was to be said to both Piper and Karma. OMG...when was it going to be over? Maybe never, but it just had to clear up someday, would it? Gulp...

Finally, a friend to talk to: Chris! He sighed and yet tried to smile. "Hey mate...err. Nothing much, just problems..." He said, quoting that last word. "How about you, anything fun to talk about this summer?" Em asked, trying to make a conversation that didn't involve Piper and Karma at the moment.

"Problems eh?" Chris asked raising an eyebrow. But seeing on the look on Em's face he didn't want to talk about that right now. "Umm my summer was actaully great. Well except for when I punch the wall. Or feel out of a tree. Yeah that kind of hurt a lot. Ended up getting some nice bruises. One on my hand and one on my stomach. But whatever." He told Emiliano and laughed slightly. "But I did get to see Melinda again. Which was great." He said smiling wide mentioning her name. "What about you doing anything over the summer?" He asked.

Kel grinned as Satine popped her fingers, and he just twirled his wand absentmindedly. When she counted to three, he flipped it back to where it was suppose to be in his hand, and nodded to nothing. At "3", he hurried down the hall, sliding his feet so he would run. "Reparo," he cast at a suit of armor, listening to it giggle. Smiling, satisfied, he moved onto the next one, doing the same.

Shana shrugged.Umm Sarah Im gonna go Bye.she smiled and began to walk away.

Satine stopped and bent over with laughter as she realized what a racket the three of them had created....you could not only hear the suits of armor giggle but they were also clanging around with the giggling...what a thing to hear..."Wow, it's kind of loud in here...." then worry struck in when she realized that once you got the suits or armor laughing...it seems they didn't stop...o that's just great...

Seventh Year. Samantha Elise Edwards was a Seventh Year already?! The Gryffindor was in denial. How did this happen? When did this happen? She knew it was coming, but...she was a Seventh Year already?! She hadn't realized until a kid sitting next to her had asked her what year she was in during breakfast. Naturally, she replied back to him nicely. Then it hit her. She was a flipping Seventh Year! When did this happen?!

Huffing, Sam wandered down the Second Floor Corridor, or was it the Third? Her mind was on a lot right now and she couldn't seem to get it to slow down. She didn't notice that her reddish brown hair was beginning to come out of her ponytail, or that she wasn't even wearing matching socks. But who cares. She was a Seventh Year.

The sound of a clock brought her out of her daze long enough to glance at it. She missed Transfiguration! CRAP! Anna was going to skin her alive. Or wait, didn't the girl the graduate? No, that was sideburn boy. Double CRAP! She began walking again when she remembered something else that is ten times worse than missing class or the scary prefect Head Girl. She missed lunch! Who fails at life and has two thumbs? This chick.

"Mhmm..." He sighed, hoping Chris would understand those problems...kinda. Then he listened, really listened and let out kind of a chuckle after he saw the bruise on Chris's knuckle. "Well, that sounds like an adventure to me, though, yes...it must have hurt a lot..." Emiliano said and smiled.

"Aha...Melinda. No wonder you don't care about the bruises..." Emiliano told him and let out a chuckle. Then he sighed, oh well...time to talk. "I went to Mexico with my parents while my sister and I convinced them to let me stay here at Hogwarts...and we did. So, now I'm here with girl problems..." He confessed, letting out a long though quiet sigh.

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Seventh Year. Samantha Elise Edwards was a Seventh Year already?! The Gryffindor was in denial. How did this happen? When did this happen? She knew it was coming, but...she was a Seventh Year already?! She hadn't realized until a kid sitting next to her had asked her what year she was in during breakfast. Naturally, she replied back to him nicely. Then it hit her. She was a flipping Seventh Year! When did this happen?!

Huffing, Sam wandered down the Second Floor Corridor, or was it the Third? Her mind was on a lot right now and she couldn't seem to get it to slow down. She didn't notice that her reddish brown hair was beginning to come out of her ponytail, or that she wasn't even wearing matching socks. But who cares. She was a Seventh Year.

The sound of a clock brought her out of her daze long enough to glance at it. She missed Transfiguration! CRAP! Anna was going to skin her alive. Or wait, didn't the girl the graduate? No, that was sideburn boy. Double CRAP! She began walking again when she remembered something else that is ten times worse than missing class or the scary prefect Head Girl. She missed lunch! Who fails at life and has two thumbs? This chick.

It was definitely time to go back to his office and feed the bird. Lars had practically run all the way up to the second floor in order to a) get to his office and feed his canary and b) get away from those crazed shopaholics in the garden. But now he was just walking, because running up however many flights of stairs left him winded. He was not as energetic as most of these students, and he did not see any of them running up multiple flights of stairs.

And now he was just going to climb the rest of the stairs to his little office and dig out his sunflower seeds and--

Sunflower seeds. What sunflower seeds? Lars stopped in his tracks and searched his pockets for the bag of sunflower seeds--well, technically it was a bag of canary food, but it was mostly sunflower seeds, and it was good--which he had taken to carrying around with him.

His Yellow's canary food was gone.

Lars Svensson had to restrain himself from kicking something . He couldn't go back to his office now. If he went up there, Yellow the canary would expect some food. He would have to find some food first. Searching for his canary food was out of the question, because it had likely landed in the gardens outside. And there was no way Lars was going back out there. But perhaps he could scavenge up some replacements... ah, perhaps a student would have some seeds.

Alas! A student!

Lars shoved the contents of his pockets back into their pockets, added his hands, and strolled casually over to the first student he spotted. "Excuse me," Lars said to the girl. "You don't happen to have some...blueberries? Or sunflower seeds? Or... any sort of seed? Or canary food? Do you?"

The girl jumped at the man's voice. Who was he?! Sam had never seen him around before, and she was a Seventh Year! Ah scary word. Back to the problem at hand. This strange man wanted some sunflower seeds? That's weird. Unless! Maybe he was the new Herbology professor! Nah, that was only in her dreams. But he had to be some kind of a professor. Hopefully he wasn't the Transfiguration professor. She was already beginning to feel bad that she had missed it.

"Seeds? Sorry dude. I missed lunch." She replied. Wait. She just called him dude! Ack! Her mom would so kill her for being so disrespectable if she found out. Trying to redeem herself, she stood up straighter and said, "What do you need seeds for, Sir?" Good Sam, good. Or maybe she should offer to get him some?

For being a Seventh Year, Sammy was really starting to feel like a First Year. She was surprised she wasn't trembling in her jeans yet. That's what First Years did right? Dang that was such a long time ago.

Realizing she was staring off into space, the Gryffindor blinked quickly and set her attention back onto the Man/Professor. "Sorry. Dazed for a second. Do you want me to help you find some seeds?" she asked trying to be polite. That was polite right? Sam was so out of it today.

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The girl jumped at the man's voice. Who was he?! Sam had never seen him around before, and she was a Seventh Year! Ah scary word. Back to the problem at hand. This strange man wanted some sunflower seeds? That's weird. Unless! Maybe he was the new Herbology professor! Nah, that was only in her dreams. But he had to be some kind of a professor. Hopefully he wasn't the Transfiguration professor. She was already beginning to feel bad that she had missed it.

"Seeds? Sorry dude. I missed lunch." She replied. Wait. She just called him dude! Ack! Her mom would so kill her for being so disrespectable if she found out. Trying to redeem herself, she stood up straighter and said, "What do you need seeds for, Sir?" Good Sam, good. Or maybe she should offer to get him some?

For being a Seventh Year, Sammy was really starting to feel like a First Year. She was surprised she wasn't trembling in her jeans yet. That's what First Years did right? Dang that was such a long time ago.

Realizing she was staring off into space, the Gryffindor blinked quickly and set her attention back onto the Man/Professor. "Sorry. Dazed for a second. Do you want me to help you find some seeds?" she asked trying to be polite. That was polite right? Sam was so out of it today.

Oh, so they had bird food at lunch now? Lars would have to look for that the next time he was in the great hall. Come to think of it... maybe he had eaten the lost bird food. That would not be good. But at least nobody else ate his bird's food.

"My bird... I lost his bag of bird food, I think," Lars said. Best not to mention that he ate bird food. Er, even though it was not like it wasn't something edible. It was just... in a bag. With a bird on it. Ahem.

Lars looked carefully at the girl. She looked like a seventh year, or a sixth year... but he had never seen her before. That was peculiar... didn't seventh years always come to class because they were panicking about their N.E.W.T.s? Or was that something peculiar to a certain few students? Lars did not know, but he supposed she may have been in class and just gone unnoticed. He was the type to fail to notice people and events, after all.

"What's your name, young lady?" Lars asked politely. "I don't think I've seen you... You must not have been in front of my class." But her offer to help find more bird seeds... that most certainly did not go unnoticed by Lars, despite countless other things which likely did get ignored. "But I think I will take you up on that offer. My bird will tweet at me nonstop if I show up in my office without his dinner."

Bird. OH! The dude had a bird. So of course he wanted some bird food to feed his bird. That explained one thing. But then again maybe he had already said that. Hmm.

Sam then eyed the man in front of her as he began looking at her. He almost had a confused look on his face. Well of course he was confused! She hadn't been to his class yet. What did he teach though? He didn't seem like a Charms professor...Definitely not the Divination professor, she had seen Kapoor during breakfast...Looked too harmless to be the DADA professor. So what did he teach? He had a bird though.

That's it! He was the new Care Of Magical Creatures professor! She didn't know the old one had left but oh well. Mister...Professor Dude liked animals because he had a pet bird. Who would have a pet if they didn't like animals? Definitely the Care Of Magical Creatures professor. Sam was proud of her quick mind.

"Sammy Edwards, Gryffindor Seventh Year." She replied. He asked for her name. Would it be rude to ask for his? Yes. Or maybe not...Forget it. She was just going to call him Professor Dude.

Crap! He had noticed she wasn't in class. She didn't even realize she had missed Care Of Magical Creatures too! Not good, not good. Lie. A true ditcher knows how to lie. Right? Gwah!

"I usually sit in the back Professor Dude. I really enjoyed your lesson though. Very informative." She said with a slight smile. There. That was a good lie. She was a good liar right? Snaps! This was getting difficult. Subject change. Need a subject change.

And Professor Dude provided it for her. "Yeah, a tweeting bird is not something you would want in your office. I think we can find some seeds in the Greenhouses." she suggested. Ew. She might have to see Professor Pink. Well, she said she would help him. She was going to help him.

"Pleasure to make your acquaintance, Miss Edwards," Lars said. Hand still in his pocket, he fingered his wand as he pondered where they might be able to find some seeds. Then he realized that the girl might not know who he was. Her vague statement about sitting in the back was not very convincing, but Lars was not about to call her out on it. "Oh, you might not have realized--I'm Professor Svensson, the new transfiguration professor."

But the girl wanted to go to the greenhouses. Lars had just been on Professor Bunbury's territory. What if she was still talking with that Greingoth girl about shopping? Lars was not keen on going back there with that chance, so... "I'm not sure Professor Bunbury would appreciate my feeding a bird with her seeds," Lars said doubtfully. He had seen how the Herbology professor reacted when a boy vanished one of her precious plants. He had seen her giddiness when he had conjured the bush back.

Yeah. There was no way he was getting bird food from the greenhouses.

"Maybe we could... check in the great hall?" Lars suggested. Though it was not exactly a normal meal time. He was not sure if there was food in there between meals. He only went at meals, but perhaps Sammy Edwards would know.

Chris looked back down at his knuckle. "Well at least it's not as bad." He commented. "An advernture. Umm well no...I've fallen out of trees before. I don't think I've ever punched a wall though. I just got really mad. And bam! I hit the wall, probably one of the stupidest things I've ever done." He said to Em and shrugged.

He chuckled."Yeah that actaully made it a lot better." He said to Emiliano and nodded. Though it was her fault. He though but not like he cared either way. He was just happy he got to see Mel. But then listened to Em. "Wait I didn't know you might not have come back." Chris said. "But that's good that your parents did let you." He said.

Ah so this 'problem' was a girl problem eh? "Ah yeah girl problems aren't ever fun. I've had some of my own and they aren't ever easy." He told him. "So what's the problem going on?" He asked Em.

Stopping himself from skipping along the corridors, Warren Prosko settled on a large grin instead. He was quite enjoying the fact that he was back at Hogwarts. Sixth year has to be the best year out of all of them. He thought to himself as he climbed up the moving staircase and ended up on the crowded second floor. No O.W.L's. No N.E.W.T's. Not having to decide on a career just yet. Ah. Life was grand for this Ravenclaw.

Making his way around groups of students that had clustered in the halls to catch up on their summers, green eyes lingered on the familiar portraits that decorated the stone walls and the pack of students. Everything was fine and dandy. Exactly the same as it had been last year. Well, almost the same. His best girl friend had graduated last year and now he was kinda...friendless?

Sigh.

Maybe sixth year wouldn't be so great after all.

Well, the Slytherin Common room was flooded, which meant that she was NOT going anywhere near it. Having just come inside from her walk in the bamboo forest, she had nothing else to do but wander about, Muffin trailing at her heels.

She blinked when she saw Warren up ahead. Heyy. Long time no see. Picking up pace, she caught up to him, nudging his arm lightly to get his attention. "Well hello there Mr. Prosko."

Still deep in his own thoughts, Warren was startled when someone spoke his name. The nudge he had felt in his elbow had been brushed off, thinking someone had just brushed into an unsuspecting bystander. But he had thought wrong.

"Evolette!" Warren exclaimed loudly, stopping dead in his tracks, turning to face her. Calming himself by taking a few deep breaths, he lowered his voice considerably. "How are you?" He managed to force out, looking at the beautiful Slytherin brunette in front of him.

Evolette grinned, her blue eyes giving him a once over to be sure that he was still the same Warren she had seen last time. She was very happy to see him. Especially with her dwindling amount of friends lately.

"I'm wonderful." she told him, twisting a strand of hair around her finger, as Muffin pranced about at her heels, meowing for attention. "Minus the flooding in the common room." and everywhere else below ground level. She was just glad that she had been out of there when it happened, and didn't get her hair wet.

"What about you?" she asked, suddenly, breaking into another smile. "How have you been?"

Warren winced at the mention of the flooding. It definitely was not a good thing to be in Slytherin right now. How disgusting would the flood scene be, especially in the dungeons? Yuck. Slimy and stinky. Warren was glad he had avoided that part of the castle on his little walk. "So what are you going to do about your common room?" Warren asked, wondering where the Slytherins were going to retire at night.

Staring at the ground slightly when the conversation turned over to him, he lifted his eyes, forcing himself to make eye contact. "I've been alright." He nodded, confirming the statement. "Just happy to get back." He said, giving her a shy smile.

Maybe he wouldn't be so friendless after all?

Shrugging, Evolette wrinkled her nose. "You know, I have no idea, I never thought about it." That was a good question. Perhaps the Professors would tell them what was going on, and soon.

Dipping her head, she tried to catch his gaze as he looked at the ground. Okay, so he was still shy. She could handle that. It was pretty cute too. When he looked back at her again, she couldn't help but smile. She had been in the best of moods lately, and there really was no reason.

Well, perhaps there was a reason afterall.

"Well, I'm sure Ravenclaw Tower has plenty of room if the Slytherin's need it." Warren said, thinking about how many people they could fit into their common room. His own house was pretty spacious. They could probably fit a lot in their dorms even. With a jolt, he realized how that must have sounded to Evolette. "Oh god. No. I didn't mean it like that!" He blurted out, trying to explain. "I wasn't implying-that-that-you..." The words got stuck in his mouth and wouldn't come out. Feeling the heat rise to his cheeks, the Ravenclaw just looked at Evolette, lost for words, hoping the girl wouldn't be offended.

Evolette wasn't sure if she should laugh or not. Poor Warren. He just totally blew everything he'd said to her out of proportion. She actually hadn't even thought about it THAT way, until he started apologizing.

Chuckling lightly, she reached out and patted his arm. Trying to calm him down a little. "Warren, really, it's okay." she said, smiling. "It was sweet of you to be worried about it, but I'm sure the Professors will come up with something."

Whew. Evolette hadn't been insulted. Warren wasn't sure why he had thought she would be angry about it but the boy knew enough from his best friend that girl could get angry over just about anything. Taking a deep breath to calm his nerves down, he shot her a weak smile. "Sorry." He apologized. "I just didn't want you to think that I had meant that." He said to her.

Hearing about the professors, he nodded. They obviously had to do something. He wasn't sure the Slytherins would agree to sleeping on the stone cold floor of the Great Hall though. Especially not Evolette. He couldn't imagine it. He would switch places with her if he could.

"What exactly did you mean by that anyway?" she asked. She couldn't help it, she was curious. Besides, she knew by the way he got all flustered after he had said it that that was something he wasn't about to say out loud. Placing a hand over her heart, she said, "Warren, really. It's okay. I promise."

Oh god. Oh god. Oh god. What did Warren say now? Looking around desperately for someone to save him, he knew no one that he could throw into the conversation. It wasn't anything bad but with Warren who had zero flirting skills and was socially inept, it would probably sound pretty bad to Evolette.

Flushing, he avoided eye contact with her this time. "I meant-" He stopped, clearing his throat. Staring again, he licked his lips nervously. "I just mean that...youcouldsleepinmybedifyoudon'twanttosleepon thefloor." He said in a rush, wondering how he could have gotten himself in such a moment. Realizing he hadn't said the most important part, he fumbled around for the right words. "Well, I mean-like-I'll sleep on the floor and you can take my bed."

God, this was painful.

Evolette pressed her lips together, trying to keep a loud AWWWWW from falling out. That sealed it. Warren Prosko was the most adorable boy she had ever met.

"Awww." she said anyway. Giggling, Evolette leaned forward, kissing Warren on the cheek very lightly, for she thought a normal kiss on the cheek might kill him. "That is very sweet of you Warren." she said, nodding as she spoke, her blue eyes twinkling. "But you shouldn't worry yourself about me." she added, "I'm sure that something will be figured out.