"Mmmmmrrrunmmmm," Plymouth made noises, but he didn't explain any of those questions. He kept his eyes shut as tight as they would go. "Will you go check on Cela?" Ughhhhhh Plymouth had to do some heavy breathing to counter the gut wrenching ache that came with saying his CellBell's names. Ughhh. HE wanted to go check on herrrr! HE DID. "I'm okay," Plymouth told Becca Parker. Liessss.

Becca stared. He was being ridiculous. "Cela? Did something happen to her? Did someone hurt her too?" Then... an awful thought occurred to her. He was in the worst condition ever and was randomly blurting things out about Cela. SHE... could very likely have been the reason he was like this. She hurt him. Jumping to conclusions just like that, she continued. "Plymouth, you're NOT okay. Look at you. You're a mess. What did she do?" Becca was fully prepared to go looking for her and take her down. "You can tell me. Tell me what happened. It's okay," she gripped his hand from the top even tighter.

Frowning when he heard voices, Irial looked up from his book and closed it quickly. Well, this was brilliant. Could he not go anywhere to find a bit of piece and quiet? Sighing to himself, he tucked his book into his cloak pocket and headed back towards the common room.

"If anyone bothers me in there...I'll hex 'em," he muttered, wanting nothing more than to just be left alone and disappear. Sighing once more, he passed the two students who were chatting, rather loudly, and made toward the common room.

Now he knew how Myrtle felt, being ignored and left alone.

Though he wanted it, it was rather lonely. What a sad existence ghosts led. He was partially glad he wasn't one.

"Shedidn'tchoosemeafterall?" Plymouth sort of blurted out. It was more of a panicked realization. "I ... she wasn't okay. I couldn't though... because..." Plymouth looked down at his hands again without seeing them. He was usually so confident and sure, but he was feeling so.... lost. Purposeless. Insignificant. But mostly just hurt. And that was all he had to say.

Becca blinked and replayed what he said in slow motion in her mind. She didn't choose me after all. So.. she... chose Copernicus?

...

"WHAT?" She was the one blurting this time. Her mind raced like a dragster. Becca liked Plymouth, then Cela liked Plymouth and got him. Becca moved onto Copernicus, now Cela did too. And worst of all, she crushed one of the most wonderful boys in the world, leaving him a mess on the floor of the corridor. But... she did that to Copernicus too already, didn't she? Rejected him for Plymouth?

"Would you rather me stay with you and give you hugs, or go hunt her down and teach her a lesson?" She moved to get up. Becca had ALWAYS been envious of Cela. She got all the charming guys. But when she goes and crushes both of them? What was up with that?

"But she's the smartes...," Plymouth started, but didn't finish his thought on Cela already knowing everything, lesson-wise. He bowed his head again and rubbed his face with his palms. HARD rubbing. He was kind of aware that he'd sent Copernicus to check on her - and undoubtedly he'd find her and she'd be okay - .... and well, this line of thinking did nothing for Plymouth. Nothing. Except make him feel worse.

He swallowed hard, starting to feel that weird choking thing again, before saying, "I'm just not okay right now." And that was the truth and there was nothing in the whole wide world that could fix it.

Becca just looked at him. Concern was the dominant emotion on her face. She had never... NEVER in a million years imagined that she would see this boy so lifeless and unhappy. The younger Ravenclaw gently let go of his hand and rested her own in her lap, not sure if her gesture had done anything to help. "Do... you want me to go get some cookies for you? You can just... have them all. Or I could play you some sweet jazz tunes on my saxophone? Or... we could just... hug?"

And then Rebecca Parker did something very unusual and out of character. After very casually sniffing her underarms for a lovely scent, she raised her arms awkwardly and... wrapped her arms around his head. And she headhugged him nice and good. She let go moments later to ensure that he wouldn't freak out on her, and just gave him a goofy sort of grin.

Plymouth was lucid enough to note that he had arms... around his head. It was confusing and - just for a moment - completely distracting. He blinked up at her with his brow sort of crumpled. "Umm... thanks. For that. Right." Plymouth gave her a series of nods. "I'm going to go talk to Professor V. Or Krazi." Now to just get up and walking again...

Becca held back laughter, knowing how ridiculous it would be if she sat there laughing by herself. Because really? If he hadn't laughed at that, he wasn't going to. "Uhhm, really? Why them?" But Becca's thoughts were more consumed with the fact that she took a leap of faith in trying to cheer him up, and instead he immediately wanted to get up and leave. She scared him off.

Failure.

Even though her pride was crushed, she raised herself to her feet and extended both arms down to Plymouth. "C'mon," she offered. Sigh.

Plymouth let her help him back up to his feet. "Because I have to tell Krazi something, and Professor V has brooms." Simple as that really. He took his hands back and shoved them down into his pockets. Plymouth lowered his head and let his long bangs hide as much as his face as he could. "You should check on her. Make sure she made it back." Plymouth sunk his shoulders and started off down the hall.

Becca raised her eyebrows at him again. Brooms... was he going to try to fly out of Hogwarts to leave? "All right," was all she said before Plymouth started off, even though she certainly would not go looking for Celandine to 'check on' her.

But before he got too far, Becca jogged after him and stood in front of him, blocking his way. Without saying a word, she hugged him. It wasn't long, but it was a tight, comforting hug. When she pulled away, she gently placed her hand under his chin and raised his head. "Chin up. Things will get better. I promise." And Becca headed off in the opposite direction of Plymouth.

Lettie dragged her purchases from Hogsmeade all the way up the several staircases, before finally making it to the corridor that led to the common room. "Phew." She said quietly and allowed Ornlu to trot ahead of his owner and Ott.

"That was good to be able to get some more clothes...and candy of course. Maybe next time I'll be in a more pleasant mood and we'll enjoy ourselves more." She smiled a tiny bit and proceeded up the corridor, excited to sit down and try on her new robes and taste the sweets she had gotten.

Walking up to the common room with Lettie, he sighs at the entrance to it. "I look foward to ours being back to normal. How do they do it, I wonder...every day...this is going to be exhausting."

"I dunno, but their legs must be in good shape." Lettie said with a nod as she adjusted one of her bags in order to hold onto it more securely.

"Maybe the Slytherin common room will be fixed soon...and I wonder if the Hufflepuffs managed to get some of their things out before they had to leave." This was horrible for sure, but Lettie had to focus on other things...like homework.

Looking around, he sees no one is watching them. Leaning over slightly, he gives her a small peck on the cheek. "Thank you for the wonderful day." he adds quietly.

Turning he says the password, and enters the common room, holding the door for her.

Lettie stood there for a moment, completely lost for words, and her face burning an intense heat. "Um...you're welcome." She said shyly and walked into the common room, while Ornlu streaked through the door after his master and stole a seat for himself on a couch.

It was about time for Eva to do something. Her bestfriend was isoloating herself from everythingand everyone and he couldn't agree on that. They were sixth years, for God's sake! Next year will be our last year and if Miss Stubborn Puff keeps actinglike this she'll miss all the fun.
And not only that. Tamzin Wood needed help to find her path again and Eva needed help to help Tammy.
That's why she was there. It wasn't the best idea, but then again, she had other things in minds to occupy her brain looking for better ideas. She was in the corridor near to the current Slytherin Common Room hoping to see Nataha Lovato... Tammy' cousin.

Hopefully, Nataha would be able to help her... helping Tammy.

Natasha walked along the corridor with a smile. It seemed a lot more common for her to be wondering around here now, here common room being not far from here, rather than the dungeons. As she walked down the corridor, she saw Tammy's friend, Eva, and smiled. "Hey," she said with a small wave.

With was with notable relief that Eva greeted Natasha Lovato.
"Hey. How are you?" She took a deep breathe. What was the best way to bring it up?
"I was hoping to see... I need to talk to you. Now is a good time?" She didn't know where to start. The fire? Tammy's recent behavior? Tammy isolating herself from everybody else?
Eva thought she was trying to handle it the best way she could... Asking for help. Not being very patitent, she waited for the younger girl's answers, so that she could start talking. And, after that, she could use a few advices.

Besisdes the tragedy that brought Eva there, the moment had something of curious: a sixteen year asking advices to a twelve year old. Jac would love to know!, Eva realized, thinking about a recent friend who was also a second year.

"I'm pretty good," Natasha said with a smile. Wondering if there was something different about Eva's voice, even in the light conversation, or if she was just imagining things. "Oh, you do?" She asked Eva, her voice showing her slight surprise. "Mm, now is a fine time." She said with a nod. "What do you want to talk about?" Natasha questioned Eva curiously, wondering if it was something to do with Tammy.

Like Natasha was already expecting, it was about Tammy. And that's what Eva told her. In brief words, she told Natasha about the non-sense argumernt the sixteen year old had had- hiding the part when they had also gotten detention - and how Tammy had been isolating herself since then.
"I don't know what else to say." she confessed. "I know how she feels; I understand. She's angry, upset and I don't know what else." she didn't explain exactly how she could understand Tammy's feelings, though.
She shrugged:
"I have no clue what else to do to make her talk about that or to accept that nothing will bring her mother nor her sister back."

Eva blinked to prevent possible tears. Like she had thought before, she could understand Sebastian. When he had helping to accept and move on after her father's death, he also to be deadling with knowing exactly how she felt due to his brother's death. Now it was Eva's time to handle those feelings.

Natasha listened with a soft expression the whole time at Eva's explanation. It was hard to know what to do. "Yes," she said with a nod. She didn't know what exactly made Eva be able to understand Tammy's feelings, but believed that what Eva said was true. For whatever reason. "I know I've never really felt close to how Tammy must feel, it's true, but I can see what you mean." She nodded. "I don't think I know how to, either. But, does this, perhaps, have anything to do with Jack?" Natasha asked Eva. She didn't know him, or really anything to do with him, but Tammy had mentioned him once or twice, though she didn't know what he was to Tammy/

Eva nodded at Natasha's comment.
"Probably. She didn't say much bout him this year, just that he left." Eva had a thoughtful look on her face. "It must becuse everything thing happenning to her at the same time, right? First her mother and Cerrah, then Jack..." she shook her head. "I tried to talk to her the best way I could. I thought that lettng her know everything I felt before could help." hum... Seemed like she was going to get away wthout makng a little mention to her father.. But she didn't exactly wanted to say it. It was amazing how talking about it usually ended conversations.
"A close relative of mine died few years ago, so I do know what Tammy is going through. I had someone there for me that helped to... rise again." she sighed. "I guess I'm trying to do the same for Tammy."

There was one thng she couldn't forget, though. Natasha was 12, too young to have be deaing with those type of things. Eva felt that it was her responsability to help Tamzin, and although she was indeed asking Natasha for advice, she didn't want put too much responsability on the younger girl. Unfortunatelly, Eva also knew responsability isn't a very cool thing when you're 12.
Been there done that.

Plymouth paced back and forth down the 7th floor corridor. Back and forth, and back and forth. He needed to talk to Daphne Hoptons. She'd eventually have to leave her Common Room and Plymouth was willing to wait it out.

And so he paced.

Air.

A mixture of nitrogen, oxygen and minute amounts of other gases that surrounds the earth and forms its atmosphere.

Making the finding of such air her objective, Daphne nearly stormed out of the Common Room and hopping out of the portrait hole. Not that she didn't mind being charitable and sharing her common room--very well, she minded a whole especially when the Slytherins insisted on taking up her favorite spot by the tower's window.

Scowling slightly over her shoulder at the closing portrait of the Fat Lady, Daphne Hopton nearly bumped into Ravenclaw's resident Loud Mouth in her distraction. Giving out a surprised yelp, the blond fourth year placed a delicate hand on her chest. "Honestly," she breathed out with nervous laughter. "Morgan, could you not jump a young lady like that? I could have killed you."

As if. Her hand was nowhere near her wand and her mind was nowhere near any martial art move either.