Fyo was still laughing. "Aww, Butterfly, I can't help it," he grinned, trying to get control. "It was just so.. funny. I was expecting something all serious, and turns out you fitted my own theory on me."

He grinned, his eyes now shining with gentle laughter, and sat down besides her. "Look, I'm the sand monster!" He chuckled, holding out his muddy hands. "Shall I eat you, now? Rawwr." Hehehe.

Alice giggled as her face was still burried inside her hands. "I know it's funny, I just cant be serious. I'm only thirteen and all..silly too," she admitted shamelesly.

As she felt him sitting beside her, she raised her head up, still blushing, "Oh..you Sand monster?" she gasped as if she was afraid of his Rawwrness. "Okay, eat away," she said, slowly crawled inside his arms. Safe. Safe again.

"But I like it," Fyo said, surprised that she was.. well, sorta not happy that she was that way. "It makes you adorable, Butterfly! And it's not like you're.. You know. Twenty or something," he added, laughingly. "Thought it wouldn't have mattered even then - No one's ever too old to have some fun."

"The Sand Monster spies someone blushing," he said, holding her for a second and then letting go. They were muddy enough now, without him having to make her even more so. "The Sand Monster likes blushing people. Rawwr."

"Do you like it?" Alice sitting firmly on the sand, adjusting her robes to keep them where it should be. "Only if you say so. Everyone think i'm cute but you're the one who calls me adorable," she felt her cheeks getting more color. Fyo had always came up with different theories and thinking in different angles. He was different. From everyone.

She laughed, "I see. But i dont know who's blushing here," she went on her knees now, "If the monster come to eat me, I'll run towards the lake.." she stretched out her hand towards the lake. Ha. You got him Alice. Now.

"I love it," Fyo said. "And you are adorable na," he added, rather insistingly. because, you know, she was.

She would WHAT? His mouth dropped open so fast, it was a wonder his jaw didn't clang to the ground. "Don't - you - even - think - about - it," he said firmly, stressing each word. "Or - or - - or I'll splash you with sand. Because I'm the SAND MONSTER!"

"A-d-o-r-a-b-l-e," Alice stretched out that word, "Oh..i just found the spelling for that, only 'cuz I'm seeing something adorable in front of me, scaring me funnily," She stuck out her tongue at him, before stood up, dusting her robes. It was all wet and sandy. Awesome.

But her excitement went to another level as he said if she would think of that..wait. Lemme try on that. "Oh..really? Try me.." she started running towards the lake, wondered if he was following her.

Sand.Pfft.Why did he have to through her off his back.Im off you idiot.You pushed me off.Hmph.Not like Im that heavy.She rolled her eyes and smirked.Bwahahaha! At least she got a laugh out of jumping on Cam's back,he ended up with a load of sand in his face.Need some help ? she said,putting her hand out to help him up.She smiled sweetly,she was certainly not being sweet,but what Cam didn't know wouldn't hurt him,She shrugged and smiled.Okay,lets get this straight.I am NOT A fiend. she frowned.Pfft.Boys.Who needed 'em.

"Hi." Miles smiled. He really needed to calm his paranoia, otherwise Vannie would get annoyed. He tried to understand how she would feel if her boyfriend didn't trust her because she had hugged someone. So what? Miles hugged girls all the time! And Vannie never complained. Miles needed to stop complaining and start being nicer to guys. "So, what year are ya?" Miles decided he didn't want to be sat on the ground, looking up at Torin, it was just a teeny bit awkward. So, he finished off his sand castle and stood up, yet still guarding his accomplishment a little.

'Ahaha, that seems like something I'd do on a fairly everyday basis. It's weird, but I suppose I've just had the muggle way of doing things ingrained into me. My bedroom however, is a lost cause. I can't even remember what colour my carpet is anymore!' Brightening slightly, he waved a hand towards Issy's wand. 'Do you think that might help at home? Or would that only vanish everything and we've no idea where on earth the things go?'

And because he happened to be oh-such-a-mature-lad, Terry made to nudge her back, pausing only to watch as she glanced away, clearly reliving some happy memories from a long time ago. His lips curled up into a smile at the thought of a tiny Issy splashing around amongst cascading rain drops, giggling peals of laughter. Aww. He couldn't resist one more tease though, 'Weren't you just the definition of a goody-two-shoes, eh?' He raised a dark eyebrow in friendly challenge, tossing a deepening smirk her way. 'Was there nothing Issy ever did against the rules?'

He quietened seeing Issy look downcast, then wound an arm around her to squeeze her shoulder reassuringly. 'I'm assuming the same's happening with your friends too?' His mind cast back unbidden to a scene in the castle, not too long ago, and his own gaze shuttered as his free hand clenched slightly. 'Did you hear Hugo's leaving too?' Terry found the words slipping lowly past his lips involuntarily, and he winced. Damndamn. Hugo had said the two were close. Maybe Issy already knew? Either way, there wasn't any way he could snatch his words back. 'His sister Cressi's poorly and he's had to leave to help his family out,' His Princess Cressi was ILL. He had half a mind to leave himself in the middle of term to check in on her.

He faltered, unsure how to continue. Terry laughed shakily, blinking rapidly. He'd held up this far without letting slip his true feelings to Hugo and Evolette, and he certainly wasn't going to let up now. 'So I have my own little fairy godmother to watch over me now? Wow, what'd I do to garner that?' His lips titled in a crooked smile, and he nodded as his gaze travelled across the grey-ish clouds rolling overhead. 'Sure, even fairy godmothers tend to hasten to away from chillier winds, mhmm? So tell me,' Terry cocked his head to the side to observe the girl before him, the perfect seriousness of his face at odds with the little twinkle in his blue eyes, 'Where've you been hiding your wings all this time?'

Okay, so Cassadee was back in the Sandbox, but only because she had a mission.

To build the world's biggest sandcastle ever.

Looking around and checking for any stray Seths, she sighed in relief and pounced into the sandbox, rolling James-Bond style to a little corner where she could start building her huge project. Another big sandcastle. Except this time, she wanted to build a big huge moat that she could fit in lying down, and a huge tower that had a dragon coiled around it...

In other words, Cassadee wanted a life-sized castle. Something big and huge and mighty.

Calvin had arrived. Prada sunglasses and all. His small rear-end wriggled ridiculously in his pressed, white pants as he attempted to strut past his peers, the ends of his lips turning up on his slightly chubby, round face in a lording smirk. Under one arm was tucked, neatly, a small stack of recreational reading, and the other arm held a pompous, ancient cat who's white fur poofed in hostility at a small, rolling, hyper form, who was kicking up a disgusting amount of dust. "Oh snap, Madonna," Calvin squeaked, pushing his prized sunglasses down to the tip of his nose. "Sand. And sand means filth and filth means UNGLAMOROUS." As the feline struggled in the blonde's noodley arms he made a rather petty scoff, displeased with his pet. "MADONNA, SWEETIE, THAT IS NOT A LITTLER BOX. I didn't toilet train you for nothing. Oh. Em. Gee."

Cassadee was digging through the sand now, inspecting the area for worms, when a dude around her age started on about a Litterbox. Hmm. Frowning, she looked up and saw the most pretentious face ever. He was even more pretentious than Mom's Boyfriend-Of-The-Week-Number-twelve. Except this one was chubby.

"Hey, Prada Sunglasses, check this out!" She grinned, grabbing a worm as it was just about to escape and throwing it as his winter-white pants.

While Cassadee was wearing a silk georgette shirt, at least she had the sensibility of picking out one in black.

"I'm not funny," Fyo insisted. "I'm the Sand Monster. Look." He held up his arms - and VERY sand-covered arms they were, too - and tried to make a scary face. Only, it ended up looking.. kinda cute. "Rawr," Fyo said, ignoring the fact that he did not even look remotely frightening. "RAWR!"

OH NO! Was she really running towards the LAKE? That was THE PLACE OF DOOM, I tell ya, the place of DOOM! She could not, no, no, no. Fyo made a grab for her arm, could not do it properly, lost his balance, and fell.

- Fell straight into the sand, taking Lissy down with him.

Vesper sat at the very edge of the sandbox with a bag full of books and another in her hand. Today it was A Poisonwood Bible. This was her third time reading it, but she just loved Kingsolver so much that she couldn't bare the thought of never touching the thing again. Even with that she probably should have been glancing through her school books, but where's the fun in that? Answer: There is none.
As she turned the thick page, her mess of brown hair fell from behind her ears and poured over her shoulders, but she took no notice as her crystal blue eyes scanned the page and her free hand fidgetted. Vesper Chambers is the type of person who always has something moving. She truely just can't help it! Using that movement for something more useful, she took the time to write a quick note to herself in the margins. How she wished she could write like Barbara. Granted, Espie did write well, particularly for her age, but not like her. With her mind fully on the words before her she managed to drop her quill in the sand. With a slightly startled movement, she glanced up then down at the quill and reached for it; of course it now being completely sand covered. Fantastic, she thought to herself. Normally she read in the Gardens or by the gate, but she thought she would try something new. Right well that went.
Shaking off the quill she glanced to the boy with his pet cat. He was..erm.. decked out to say the least. He cleeearly was the more preppy type. More than likely obsessive about style and appearance in general and from her experience with people like that was probably quite snooty. And of course she didn't mean any of it in a gudgmental way; she analyzed, not judged. As she watched him she couldn't help but want to meet him. He certainly seemed interesting enough...

Now he was amazed. This Miles dude was being nice to him. It was a little awkward, but still he was being nice..

"I was just trying to kill some time so I thought I would come out here for a bit. Then I was planning to go in and do some homework so that Vannie wont kill me." He shrugged. "So what are you up to?"

He was willing to be nice to Miles if he was nice to him.

Rox found herself wondering down the path towards the sandbox. Why o earth did the school have a sandbox? She wasn’t sure and wasn’t sure she would ever fund out. One thing she did know was that she was way past playing in a sandbox. But everywhere she went it was crowded this was the only spot on the grounds were few people were gathered so there wasn’t much she could do about it. Kicking a pebble away from her before sitting on the edge of it Rox sighed to herself as she fixed her cap on her head. Rox wasn’t the girliest of girls and didn’t want to be. No matter how hard her older sister and aunt worked on her there was no way they could get her into a dress. And clearly that wasn’t going to change here either other then skirt she was practically forced to wear when attending to her classes Rox had no problem with ditching at the end of the day for a nice pair of loose fit cargo pants and a tank top as well as her cap. Assorted chains dangling from her pants she stretched out her converse clad feet before her and looked around at her fellow students. She spotted a girl with brown hair almost like hers a few feet away and a boy a bit farther away, a boy who looked like he had walked off of a runway or a fashion magazine standing out amongst his fellow male students. Glancing away from him she looked at the girl next to her again. Rox wasn’t one to carry books around with her but she did like to avidly read though wasn’t ready to make a show out of it but here was this girl reading something that looked a bit interesting making her wonder what the book was her brain already working on formulating a plan to finding out.

Vesper's eyes had slowly, but surely wandered back to the page before her. She was now onto one of Rachel's chapters, which quite frankly she found ironic. From what she had guessed just moments earlier, the boy in the sandbox with the cat who wasn't allowed to piddle in the dirt was just like Rachel, though in male version. With that thought the picture in her mind of long blonde hair, a slender frame, and pink nails to match the pink hairband standing with a surly face in the middle of the Kongo suddenly morphed into the boy in the same situation, which to be honest, she found rather amusing. She of course stifled her odd little... many would say cackle, but couldn't hide the small smile that crossed her lips. Glancing up at the boy, she couldn't help but notice a girl near beside her. She hadn't even noticed the girl's stare or her arrival! As her usual, her fingers started fiddling with the hairband on her wrist again, but she looked over at her with a friendly face. Umm.. "H-Hi.." She said reluctantly. Vesper's usual demeanor was one of confidence, but ever since she got to Hogwarts she was at a loss as to where that part of her went! She figured it was part of being a first year. The uncertainty of it all.

Alice stiffled her laugh as he was pretending tobe scary and Rawr. Wow..He looked really RAWR whenever he was in play mood. My dear Fyo, stop trying tobe scary..haha. She grinned, but laughed immediately as she was unable to control it anymore. "Lion? stop trying this, it didn't work," she shook her head, turn around to continue running.

Aha! what happened next was mmm..a real RAWR! Haha. Alice found herself lying on the sand as Fyo up on her. She giggled below him as enjoying his good weight. I wanna fall again and again Prince. "You won. See you stopped me," she smirked, feeling the blood rushing to her cheeks.

Miles was grateful that Torin was acting civil and friendly towards him, the last thing he wanted was to create an enemy in his last year. That would have been a terrible way to end a brillinat school life. Miles had never made any enemies before, and he wasn't starting now, especially if it was a friend, or a fellow housemate of Vannie's. What the seventh year didn't understand was why he hadn't answered his question? This odd moment would pass in a minute or two. Miles laughed. "Does the little prefect scare the Hufflepuffs?" She was a powerful girl now, with all of her prefect power!

Miles shoved his hands in his pockets and looked down at his side, where his Slytherin sand castle was. "Just ... I'm a little bored." He nodded, trying to avoid the fact that he hadn't played in a sandbox for years and years. Leaving Hogwarts was like leaving his childhood and becoming an adult, and he really didn't want that to happen. So, just to make sure his mind was still set on child, he had made a sand castle. "I still have Herbology homework to do though." Miles shrugged.

"I won't stop," Fyo insisted, almost pouting. Almost, but not quite. "I'm SO scary. Look na, Butterfly. Rawr, rawr, RAWR!"

Ooof. Fyo got up, coughing out sand and REALLY looking like a Sand Monster now. He was covered in the thing - sand, I mean - from head to toe, his robes an absolute mess. And there was sand in his HAIR. His messy, always-on-his-forehead HAIR.

Whoa, man, COOL!

"Sorry," he said, wiping at his mouth with his sleeve and helping Lissy up. "Didn't mean to make us both fall, Butterfly. And I really look like a Sand Monster, now," he said, shaking his head and looking at his dryish, sand-ish hands. Niiice.

Alice giggled. He was funny sometime. Like a kid. His Pout was absolutely adorable. "Okay baba. I'm soooooooo scared of this sand monster. Is it okay?" she was pretending tobe light hearted. Anythng for her Lion.

She stood up, fully covered with Sand. Sand monstress?! Bwahaha..

She waved his hand to indicate that it was not a problem. "Leave it Fyo. I wont mind to fall again.." she smirked, as looking down at her own robes. "See, I'm a Sand Monstress now. Fear me.." she laughed, "Rawrrrrrrrrrrrrrr..."

She was scared of him? YES! "Rawr!" Fyo said. "I knew I could scare you. Rawr again, at that." Hehe.

"You won't mind?" Fyo asked, surprised. "But your robes are all.. dirty." Sand monstress? BWAHA! "Cool," he grinned, trying to shake sand out of his hair. [Not that he didn't like it. There was just.. kinda too much of it in there. And he could feel the sand clinging to his back, too. BATH TIME!] "I'm still scarier though. Being the original Sand Monster and all."

Alice put her arms on either sides of her hips, looking at him, laughing like a wind chime. "Hey..I'm so poor na? please stop scaring me.." She giggles, as putting a hand on her heart.

Should I mind falling with you? No way..she stuck out her tongue.

She moved, reached his head and started dusting. "Gah..silly sand spoiling your beautiful hair," she kept dusting despite the fact that she also covered with Sand. Haha. "Lion? I feel sticky, why dont we take a dip in the lake? " she bit her tongue, hoping that he would say yes. Please say Yes. Please.

"My hair likes it, I think," Fyo laughed, watching her brush sand and dust off her robes. He stopped shaking his head, ran hand through his hair, and then gave her a smile. "You know what? I'm glad I came here. I just don't like the sand clinging to my back," he said, rolling his eyes as the THING refused to stop doing that. Stop clinging, I mean.

The lake? No wayyy, I say, no way. AT ALL. "Nope," he said firmly. "We'd just get even stickier, anyway. What we both need are baths, Miss Butterfly," he told her with a nod of his head. "Let's go back to the castle. This sand is eating my back."

Sand liked your hair?! Silly sand. You're my property. It has no rights to mess your hair and cling your robes she glared at the sand that covered him from head to toe. She shook her head disapprovingly, "No way Fyo my Lion. Keep that thing off from your hair first." she said, kept dusting her own robes.

"Sure, but i would be glad if we took a single dive in the lake," she pouted. I mean adorably pouted. As she had no heart to deny his request, she nodded, "Okay, we can go.." she said half-heartedly.