Oh he went there! "Whatever!" she chuckled, pushing him playfully. He wasn't the first one to joke about her height. It seemed like the first thing people notice about her, and it seemed like their duty to point it out to her. Because she never in a million years would have guessed she was short. But she was used to the teasing by now, and just laughed about it. She had definitely gotten her mother's height.

"You have been here for almost two terms now?" Man, she really was oblivious. She hadn't even noticed that Reed went her now too. He must have been hiding. Sneaky! She then noticed that he was wearing the Hufflepuff uniform. She was kinda surprised Vannah hadn't noticed him.

She chuckled at his next comment. "Jordan did love this school. I'm gonna miss it too." she said, looking around fondly. She couldn't believe this was her last year. She was going to be leaving this place soon. This was like her second home. It was hard to imagine not coming back next year.

"Well, I could possibly come with you to the grounds, if you wanted me to. But I'm afraid I can't go to the Ravenclaw common room." She said with a light chuckle. It was cool being in the Gryffindor common room, though.

"Sure, I want to start some new drawings!" of course Slytherin was sharing with Gryffindor as their common room was flooded.

"Oh, what sort of drawings?" Natasha asked Victoria curiously. "Okay then, where would you like to go? On the grounds, I mean." She said to her. She didn't really mind where, actually. She liked going outside so much, anyway.

"I can do pencil, charcoal and painting, some of my drawings are in Professor Lawson's office. Let's go by the lake!" she smiled at her.

"Oh, interesting. What type of things to you draw?" She asked, looking at her thoughtfully. "The lake? Sure." She agreed, walking down the corridor in the direction of the staircase.

"Anything, I drew some dark creatures for Professor Lawson" she smiled at her "Sure, do you want to take the slide or ladder?"

Natasha smiled as she said she draw anything, and then thought for a moment. "Whichever. I don't mind." She replied, having almost forgotten about it for a moment.

"I prefer the slides over the ladder, I am scared of heights" which was the truth, she wondered where her boyfriend is.

"Okay, slides are fine with me." Natasha said with a nod. She didn't mind either, as she wasn't scared of heights, or anything.

"See you at the bottom" as she got to the top of the slide, she turned round and smiled at Natasha.

Reed laughed as Sam nudged him. Jordan had been right. She was fun. She was rather on the short side. But then again he had inharrited his dad's height. He was five foot eleven and only fifteen. And he still wasn't done growning.

"Yea, I guess you could say that at times I tend to be on the quiet side." He had been getting better ever since he had met Jordan though. She had definately taken away some of the shyness. That was one girl who didn't have a problem with getting out and meeting new people.

"Yea, I always thought it was funny. She's so different from her sisters that went to Beauxbatons. She couldn't wait to leave there and get here" It was true Beauxbatons was not the school for his sister. "Where do you plan on going after you leave here?" He asked her curiously.

Evangeline had gotten quite a fondness on sitting on the floor lately, it seemed. Even if it made people stare, she didn't care. She felt good down there, away from the noisy of the Common Room and away from the owl poop smell as she reread the letter she had written back in the library once more, Hermes - her snowy owl - hovering over her head.

With a sad smile at her owl, Evangeline finally rolled up the parchment and tied it up to her leg. "You know who he is. Go and give him that, okay? I suppose you can.. wait for a reply.." She sniffed a bit before shrugging her shoulders. "But don't wait too long." it was clear the owl had understood her, for - after giving a loving nibble at Evangeline's finger - immediately took off to deliver her letter, Evangeline's eyes following her.

Plymouth Morgan went and changed into just a plain white tee and threw on a ball cap and jeans. Then, he hop hop hopped down the corridor to where the Slytherins and Gryffindors were living. With any luck, Plymouth could use telepathic powers to summon Daphne Hopton to him.

Or... he sent a firstie in after her. But, he still was sending subliminal messages anyway. And then he waited for her.

The swinging portrait of the Fat Lady moved aside to reveal a dark hole on the wall. From that wall popped out an inquisitive blond head, brows furrowed in slight suspicion. "Oh, so it's true."

That firstie hadn't lied to her after all. She'd have to apologize for scaring him with social catastrophe later today. Stepping out of the hole carefully, Daphne hopped in a hurry away from the portrait as it swung open.

"You missy! Need to not keep me waiting every time you go in and out of the common room," protested the Fat Lady. "How long do you intend I stare at the wall until you make up your mind about being in or out."

Miss Hopton mouthed an apology before turning towards Plymouth, tugging at her sweater vest and raising her brows. The Fat Lady was tightly wound.

Like she could talk. "Is something wrong, Morgan?" interrogated the blond Gryffindor fourth year. Because, she had made up her mind that Plymouth always came to her when something was wrong. Not that she minded much.

"Everything is great actually, Daphne Hopton." Plymouth's attention moved from The "Curvy Lady with a Booming Personality" that guarded the tower to Daphne. "Come with me?" Plymouth sunk his hands down into his jeans and bounced around on his toes.

Although she had no reason to suspect him of bad intentions, the way he just assumed she'd go with him was something to think about. "Hmmm," she hummed pensively, as she rubbed her chin with her index finger all the while observing Plymouth's happy demeanor. "It's not like I was doing anything particularly interesting." Duck training wasn't going really well. Walking up to him, she grasped his elbow gently and began steering him away from the common room. "Where are we going, by the way? Not that it's really important to know but--if there's something dangerous there I should be forewarned. We're not all good at wand work you know."

Plymouth was positively giddy. Making up with Cela and now Miss Daphne Hopton was letting him squire her around without much fight about it. "I wouldn't take you anywhere dangerous, Daphne Hopton." Plymouth moved her hand up so that it was on the errr.... more muscley part of his arm. He patted her hand and held it there.

Then he turned his head and giggled like an idiot.


"We're going to the Room of Requirement," Plymouth managed after a minute.

His words combined with his actions made her blush and frown all at once. Instinctively, she gave her hand a tug but found it trapped underneath Plymouth's larger, rough and slightly calloused hand. "You make it sound..." her voice trailed off, her entire being slightly distracted with where her hand was touching. Averting her eyes where she had been staring at, if it was at all possible, the blond blushed more before squeezing Plymouth. "Ominous. You should escort me down the stairs now," finished Daphne upturning her nose.

There, that would distract her.

Plymouth let her hand go. He wasn't going to MAKE her keep it there.. He'd only been playing and he'd had his laugh. "Ominous. Ommiinnnnouuuus. No. Not ominous. We're going to help CellBell."

..."Sorry. About the arm thing. Cela told me.. and.. well. Sorry." Plymouth gave Daphne a little nod to affirm his apology. And... off they walked.

Inside the girls' dormitory, while she changed into her sundress, Daphne had caught a curious sight out of the corner of her eyes. Kiri, Raiden's friend, was receiving a make-over. Normally, she'd linger and stick her nose in a situation like that even if she wasn't called but she had an appointment to keep. An appointment that she couldn't just break.

Her nails matched the blue flower print of her dress and she picked at them, golden lashes batting furiously. She was not anxious. He was making her wait, though. That was just unacceptable. Heaving a sigh, she crossed her arms as she tapped her flat clad foot against the floor repeatedly. MMM. Where was Morgan? As she mentally rambled she reached up with one and adjusted the sparkly flower on her hair.

..."Hehe."


Plymouth stooped behind one of the many large statues on the floor and put his ferret on the floor. He'd dressed her up for this special occasion, so Farrah Ferret was looking hot!. In Farrah Ferret's mouth was a big, beautiful tulip. Red. For Daphne and her Gryffindory House.

And to match his jacket.


He waited behind the statue, peeping out ever so often, while Farrah Ferret moseyed towards Daphne with his special delivery.

"Hehehe."

...

He was late, wasn't he? She wasn't just being paranoid, was she? Daphne tapped her chin, certainly he had gotten distracted along the way by--Varius Tipps or Nurse Avalon. The sudden pitter patter of tiny feet caught her attention and she glanced down at a furry little...rat, thing. "Oh, look at you!" she exclaimed pointing at the ferret, all dressed up in some kind of denim outfit a tulip in its mouth. "Are you looking for someone."

Blink. Blink. Blink.

"Oh, me?" squeaked Daphne and looked over her shoulder, feeling terribly stupid speaking to a--a--what was it? Looked like a rat but clearly wasn't a rat. "You're not infested with...germs, are you?" whispered the blond bending at the knees to pick up the RED tulip from the animal's mouth. "But, I'll thank you. How did you know? Tulip's are my faaaavorite!" Grinning, she held the tulip close before releasing she was thanking a...a...rat thing. "Who's your owner?"

This was weird.

Scoff!


Who was the owner?


Really??? Who else had a Farrah Ferret with little homemade clothes that were trained to deliver things since the owner was terrified of owls and birds in general? WHO ELSE?


"Well, it's me, of course, Daphadil." Plymouth stuck his head out into view, still keeping his body behind the statue. He was saving his special Daphne-inspired outfit until after he'd given her her due.

And Daphne Hopton in her pretty blue dress was due a lot. He wiggled his eyebrows at her. "You look beautiful, Daphne Hopton. Blue... and FLOWERS..." she'd dressed for him TOO? Maybe? "Hehe."

No sooner had she ventured to smell the Tulip did a familiar voice make her jump slightly, and she spun, her shoes making a small squeaky sound with her movement. "Plymouth!" she exclaimed, glad that he had finally shown up and hadn't decided that running around doing Merlin knows what with Varius Tipps was more important than her. "I..." she glanced down at the tulip and poked the plant's red flesh that was similar to the flesh on her cheeks. "Thank you. You look..." where was the rest of his body? "Incomplete?"