"What is that cat doing?" Of course, asking something like that was pointless. Kiri knew what the pink beast was going to do as soon as the sand started flying. Well, cats were cats, and whoever had made the Sandbox hadn't thought things thr-
Kiri scrambled to her feet hastily. What exactly had she been sitting in?! For all she knew, Gingersnapple - not to mention the rest of the feline population of Hogwarts - had... fertilised every square centimetre of the Sandbox.

After losing the Common Room, she only had very few clothes left, and she could do without having the infernal stench of cat pee clinging to them. Sand fell down as she wiped it off, but luckily, her robes were dry. A discreet inspection of the ground she'd just sat on showed it completely free of any...thing that would tickle her gag reflex.

And now, the cat and Jake made to leave, Jake still wet, muddy sand coating his robes. She eyed the boy. "Are you two heading off, then?" she asked. "Maybe you should, you know, de-pink Gingersnapple before Professor Bunbury sees him like that." Kiri hitched up her messenger bag. With faint annoyance, she saw that some of the water the Aguamenti spell had procured had hit it. She wiped at the glistening surface ineffectively, only managing to spread the water out more evenly.

"De-pink..." Jake repeated, staring down at the cat awkwardly. "I dunno how to... He's kind of... stuck like that... for a couple of years, maybe..." he explained. That was how long this stupid spell was going to stay stuck on him.

Stupid hair.

Feeling uncomfortably aware of little grains of sand clinging on to Jake's hair, eyelashes, going down his back and stuck between his fingers, Jake made a split second decision.

Lake.

Suddenly sprinting off without a word of warning, the sand in his shoes an uncomfortable reminder, Jake headed straight for the lake and dived right in, dunking his head under and rubbing his head so the sand got out, even taking his shoes off and putting them back on.

Once that was done, Jake, now dripping wet, headed back up to Kiri and GingerPinkersnapple, being sure to avoid going near the sand.

"'S better," he smiled, wiping his face with a wet hand, and therefore defeating the point of the action.

”Don’t you hiss at me you little hairba-Booger Boy!” Daisy exclaimed before she could remember that really wasn’t the boy’s name. To be honest, she didn’t know the boy’s real name. “Shut it – you’re making the situation worse.”
“Gerrrofff me!” Daisy yelled as the boy started hailing her around by her armpits as if she was a dead hippogriff he was trying to move. Certainly Daisy was a much more formidable foe then a dead hippogriff would have been, because despite being 1/3rd of the weight of a hippogriff, she was still alive and kicking. Litterly.

Her left foot shot out and knocked over her bucket of water. Her right foot baulked and struck something hard. A second later her big toe started throbbing. And her arms flailed as much as they could from the hoisted position the boy’s dragging had pulled them into. Her hand smacked his mouth at one point – or at least she thought it was his mouth seeing as it was soft and a bit wet and wasn’t Booger Boy frizzing at the mouth because of the Cat Scat?

“Let go o’r me!” she ordered again and was surprised to find that the boy had not only stopped yanking her around, he had let go of one of her arms. She turned and started to scramble away only to have something that smelled like donuts and fish. But why someone would try to feed her a fish-flavored donut, Daisy couldn’t fathom.

“Ick – what – peww…get it away!”

Via walked again at the sandbox. This time she's up for some sandcastles even though she wasn't the best maker of one around. She glanced around and was trying to decipher a familiar figure to hang out. SHe just hadn't got time to stop by and make one when she had to get to the sanctuary.

She was about to roll her pants and was set to start the fun of being a kid once more when she saw Daisy along with a guy. And it seemed like something's not going right between them. She run towards her friend....

"Daisy?" she said. "What happened here?" What's with the mask? she asked herself as she watch the boy hand Daisy one.

"did he really?" she asked him sarcastically, smiling. Iris watched as Aaron got a stick. "what do you need a stick for-" she asked picking up a handful of sand, "-when we were given hands?" she said, putting the sand into a heap and began to built a sandcastle.

Aaron smirked at her being sarcastic right back at him. She was the only person who would do that. Why did he need a stick? This wasn't just going to be a pile of sand.

"Why do I need the stick?" He said to her. "We need to draw the boundaries, don't we?" He started drawing in the sand. He made a square. He then put his hands up in the air and around Hogwarts about 200 yards from them. He then picked up the stick and adjusted the square accordingly. "We also need the stick to carve into the sides of the castle."

Alright, let's make Hogwarts.

This was going to be fun. "When I said sand castle, I meant CASTLE. I'm going to make Hogwarts, have fun with you sand dune there," he added jokingly.

He then scooped up a bunch of sand and put it within the boundaries. He started doing it again and again.

As Aaron's sand was become a pile, he remembered what day it was.
"Hey! The rosters for Quidditch are out today!!! i have to goc heck, be right back!!!" He got up and ran as fast as he could to the pitch.

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10 min later.

Gasping for breath Aaron got back to the sandbox and tried to explain the roster. "I...didn't make...starter...reserve player...yay" He threw up his hands and fell into the sandbox. He was breathing heavily. Anyone who could make it to the pitch and back in 10 mins. had to be running very fast. He finally caught his breath and sat up. "I'm a reserve!!! It's all I could ask for!!!" He gave Iris a hug out of pure excitement. "Ok, I have to calm down." He took a few more breaths and turned back to his castle.

"Okay, back to you." he said to the pile of sand.

"A couple of years?" Kiri repeated, eyebrows jumping up. Uh oh. She'd opened her mouth to rephrase those two syllables in a few more words (although really, what else can possibly convey better the sinking feeling of having been dropped right into it... head downwards) when Jake rushed off to the Lake. Bemused, Kiri watched him submerge and then, a few seconds later, reappear, spitting out water. How he managed to brave the cold water like that, she had no idea.

As he trotted back over the grass to the Sandbox, Kiri eyed Gingersnapple again. The cat, wearing a self-satisfied expression, seemed to be on the prowl for more food. When he came closer, Kiri eyed it sternly. "I told you I don't have anything. Sorry..."
Then Jake arrived, soaking wet. Kiri grinned as he stood there, dripping. "How was it?" she asked. "What are you going to do now?"

"Stay back!", Tino shouted at the approaching newcomer, throwing up his palm-flat, 'crossing guard' signal. "Don't come any closer! This is the scene of a toxic spill!" His damsel in distress, however, was having trouble using the medical mask. Tino reached down and helpfully snapped the elastic over Daisy's head. "There! You just needed to hold your head still. Now we should make sure this atrocity doesn't affect anyone else."

Standing up, Tino's jacket flared in the wind like a superhero cape.

"Halt!," he shouted towards the two accomplices who were with the pink kitten. "That creature is a Menace 2 Society! It must be contained and tested for rabies!" The Greek boy turned back to Daisy, who was apparently still in shock. "Don't worry," he reassured her. "I think I have some latex gloves and yellow traffic tape on me."

Good boy. Ahhh yes, that was what Pinkersnapple wanted to hear. He purred and rubbed allllllll overrr Jake's legs until the boy dashed off to the lake, which was when he decided to go bug Kiri for more food.

No food, lalala, she was just saying that. Girls always had food on them, right, and usually the food was choklit. "Rrrrrowrrr," the pink cat purred some more, hoping that his throaty noise-making would persuade her to produce some nomnoms. Surely it was an attractive sound, duh, cats purring was like angels singing, in Pinkersnapple's opinion.

The cat lazily turned one amber eye toward the boy accusing him of containing rabies. Preposterous. That was absolutely preposterous.

But if he insisted....maybe the Groundskeeper could give Pinkersnapple a checkup? Yes? That was what he was there for, right?

The cat swished his tail thoughtfully and started trotting off, heading in the direction of Masterson's dog's house. O'course Jakers would follow.

Kiri turned around slowly. "Halt?" she repeated, raising an eyebrow. "Excuse me." What was the boy yelling for? Well, he did have a couple of girls with him (one of whom was now wearing what looked like a mask), so maybe he thought they were going to be impressed by his heroic demeanour. Or something. Raiden didn't have to do that, she thought huffily.

"Yes, yes, it's only cat pee," she muttered. Kiri probably wouldn't sit down in the Sandbox anymore, the shouty boy had a very good point there, but he still sort of annoyed her, not least because it wasn't even as if she'd had anything to do with it. Maybe they should have taken care of Jake...
Gingersnapple was curling himself around her ankles again. Evidently he didn't accept her explanation that she didn't have any food left. "Still nothing," she said, bending low and scratching it behind the ears. "You got everything."

The cat seemed to understand because he turned around and headed off into the direction of the Groundkeeper's. Kiri stepped out of the Sandbox and set down at its very edge.

"What the-" Jake frowned, glancing around at all the ensuing... stupidness, and down at the cat and at Kiri. Jeeeez, it was only cat piddle. Did people get checked for rabies everytime they left the school bathrooms?

... okay, yeah maybe it's different.

Shivering from the colllllldddd water all over him, Jake followed the animal before he had a chance to reply to Kiri. The pink cat was in charge. That was the LAW right now.

"See ya later," Jake called back, jogging after the animal. He seemed to be developing a knack for fleeing the scene of crimes...

Okay... she was confused, she had no idea what had been happening. She couldn't go near Daisy coz the boy had stopped her.

Whattt!!? Toxic Spill...? And she watched him put the mask on Daisy's face. Surprised again when the boy shouted HALT... And she turned to looked at the people he shouted at. Kiri and Jake? They have a cat and the boy who's acting like a heroic icon had been accusing the cat of being a menace. That isn't right... If Reid could hear him he wouldn't like it.

She couldn't say anything at the moment... in shock either with the scene and with what she was witnessing. Latex gloves...? and tape.. Was this boy wanted to be a movie icon or something? She wasn't so into those action movies..

She heard Kiri muttered something. A cat pee.. AGain... a cat pee? she repeated on her mind. She couldn't believe it the boy was acting like that because of such? However the thought of playing in the sand box now was ruined, she wasn't going to get her hands on the sand on which the thing was mix or whatever...

As she looked at Jake he had left already following the cat.

Vivianne! Help had arrived. She was bound to help her get Booger Boy off her right? But before she could call out to her friend, the fishy donut smell just got worse as the mask was snapped around her head, curtsey of Booger Boy. “Gerrr miff ophhh! Heep! Diviban!” she yelled muffledly trying to push Tino off her.

And then he moved. Daisy rolled overly only to have the boy twist on her. She found herself looking at his calf muscles with the fish-donut smelling mask on her face.

Oh merlin, much more of this and I’m going to spew… She reached up and yanked it off the mask and sucked in fresh sweet air. Well, fresh air with a tinge of sand and cat scat, which oddly enough, smelled much better then a fish-donut.

”Latex? Oh no no! No you don’t!” Daisy scrambled around in the sand kicking more of it up as she tried to yank her nine inch fir wand out of her pocket.

With all the stopping and everything, she finally decided it was better not to mess with the heroic boy however she heard Daisy say words that are understandable to her. She meant her....

When she finally couldn't take the scene any longer, "Enough of this," she told the boy. "I don't know you but you heard my friend." Uh-oh. She's speaking up, finally... "I didn't really mean snapping your heroic thing... or your deed..." she said slowly but again she let her voice grew loud, "but can't you see she's getting irritated," she raised her brow at him.

She'd have to lock herself up later, she didn't know what she was doing. "If something's wrong with her then it's better to call the nurse..." Well, that's the only thing she could think of. She had no idea of what had happened with Daisy. But she isn't going to call one right now... Daisy was all doing fine for her it's just that she seemed distressed... by the thing he was doing to her.

Tino stopped fishing in his pockets. He looked curiously at the girl--she was attempting to communicate, and she looked serious. . . Hmmmmm. Was he missing something here?

The Greek boy turned to appraise Daisy more carefully. Hmmm. Flushed face. Pressed lips. Her wand was out, and sort of pointing in his direction. Not good signals, if he remembered correctly from Talking for Dummies: A Boy's Guide to Making Contact. Tino's hand raised to touch the mark on his cheek, which was starting to swell. He supposed there would be no point in risking his life for a lady, if she would be glad when he died. "Do you not want my protective services?," he queried, frowning slightly. "I mean. . . I don't want you to get sick! What about cat-scratch fever? I heard it can make you infertile."

Forget the fact that he'd never actually learned her name. Tino was already concerned for her future offspring.

Alice had no idea why she was there. She was thirteen year old and kinda matured but still..Oh leave it. Was there any age restrictions to play with mud? She shook her head and pushing her fingers into the wet sand. Ah..it tingles.

She smiled and started playing with the sand without aims. Her mind was craving to see him all of a sudden. Where are you Lion? Busy doing homeworks? she was just sitting on her legs, thinking of him.

Time to spill the beans, and leak out the secret: Fyodor Balouch had an obsession with sand.

He'd always wondered why, and never been able to figure out. He just liked how it felt, all powdery and crunchy and fine and.. sand-ish. Yup, sand-ish. And so he made his way to the Sandbox now, clearly happy at where he was.

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Alice had no idea why she was there. She was thirteen year old and kinda matured but still..Oh leave it. Was there any age restrictions to play with mud? She shook her head and pushing her fingers into the wet sand. Ah..it tingles.

She smiled and started playing with the sand without aims. Her mind was craving to see him all of a sudden. Where are you Lion? Busy doing homeworks? she was just sitting on her legs, thinking of him.

Was that - - Lissy?

What was SHE doing here? Hey waiiit, did she like, like sand too? Cool duude! "Butterfly!" Fyo exclaimed, making his way up to her. "What are you doing here?"

Alice jumped a bit before turned her head back. Ha..It's like a pure magic. Like she had put some summoning charm on him. Alice smiled widely at the sight of her Prince, Lion, Candy factory, Smartie Fyo. "Hey there mah Lion!" she stood up, reached him by just few steps.

"I'm just playing with sand," she said happily and wrapped her hands around his neck, smiling.

"Playing with sand?" Fyo repeating, blinking. Once. Twice. He didn't know other people could like sand, too. Because, back at home, most of his cousins were neat-freaks who.. you know. Didn't want even a speck of dust anywhere around.

"So you like it?" he asked curiously. "Because, um, I like sand, Butterfly."

Alice heard his velvet voice near by her ear. So interesting. She could hear his voice all the day if possible. "Yeah, I like tobe playing with water, mud." she smiled, brushed her mud hand against her cheek softly, without scratching his soft skin. "I'm sounded like a five year old. right?" she giggled, hid her embarrasement.

"Mhm.." he liked everything of me, he had mentioned it before. "Do you have any favourite butterfly?" she teased him, and watching her clam face curiously.

Fyo was still too surprised to see her there, to really say anything. Then he pulled his scattered wits together, trying to listen to what she was saying.

"It's no big deal," he said firmly, when she asked if she was sounding like.. you know. A five year old. "We all like different things. And -" he added, sorta sheepishly. "I really adore sand. Um.. Dunno why, though."

There. He'd said it.

Favourite butterfly? Uhh.. What? Fyo was REALLY confused, at the moment. "Wouldn't that be, like, you?" he asked, eyes wide. "I mean - waiit. You're the only Butterfly, aren't you?"

What the HECK was he saying?

Alice listened him without blinking. His expressions were sharp and kinda quick. All of them were interesting to see, to relish. She beamed for being with him, having him for her.

She looked down at her own hands, all muddy and covered with moisture. "I kinda figured that Fyo. Come on help me to build a castle, can you?" she pleaded through her brown big eyes.

Castle or our future house, palace since you're a Prince.

She smiled as he was sorta looked confused at her sudden unexpected question. I'm sorry love. "Hey, no worries. I was just kidding, I know I'm your only favourite butterfly, Butterfly insane. Right?" she asked and kissed on his perfect cheek. Mmmm..yummy.

Hey. She'd kissed him. On the cheek of course, but still a kiss. "A sandcastle sounds fun," Fyo said, nodding, his mind finally beginning to clear. It was a sunny day, the perfect kind to build a pretty sandcastle.

He found a spot in the sand - the SHINNNYY!Cute kinda sand - not at all minding the fact that his hands were getting dirty. And not just his hands - his arms, sleeves and robes, too. Pretty much all of him, come to think of it.

Alice looked down at her feet. What happened to him today? Was not he feeling well?! She didnt know. But he was kinda not in his usual mood. She was scared a bit but restrained to ask him if there was any reasons for his wierd mood.

She managed to smile, "Nice spot you picked Fyo," she sat down beside him, started gathering up the find sand. But her mind was disturbed.

"It's nice, isn't it?" Fyo said, kinda digging in the mud to find.. well, fresher mud, if that made any sense. Then he looked up.. and spotted Lissy's expressions.

"Butterfly?" he asked. "Are you OK?" He sorta wanted to hold her hands, but they were.. well, dirty. Maybe this wasn't such a good place. "Umm - Can I hold your hand?" he asked suddenly. "I know mine are sand-ish and all but.. well, so are yours," he grinned.

His mood-swings, these days, alarmed his own self.