Reese nodded. Why wouldn't be there to cheer Jack on? This was the first time he has been on the Quidditch team and he needed some people in the stands to cheer him on. Plus, when you like someone, your suppose to be there for them, right? Even though you don't know if that person likes you back. So, yes, she was going to be there to watch Jack play. "You know I will," she told him. "I wouldn't miss you playing for anything. Since this is your first term playing Quidditch."

"So, do you know when the first game is?" She asked. She wasn't sure if the Quidditch players knew when the game was, but there wasn't a problem with her just asking.

Yes, Dominic was definitely in need of a butterbeer after this latest gossip piece from Lyra Noir. Strolling directly into the Three Broomsticks, the sixteen year old didn't even bother to consider the fact of who he might run into here. And chances are since it was a public place, there would probably be lots of students here. But if they knew what was good for them, then they would steer away . . .

Ordering one butterbeer, the milk chocolate-haired tall prefect wheeled himself over towards a deserted corner in the back. Nice and quiet where no one would disturb him. Where he could mull over the older Hufflepuff's words and try to figure out why anyone would want to kiss that INSANE redheaded Herbology professor.

Holding a rather large textbook under her arm, Vanessa walked into the three broomsticks, ready to hopefully read her book, although she had a bit of an idea, considering the place would probably be quite full.
Walking up to the bar, she ordered a a butterbear, because one needed to drink when one was studying.

Turning around the looked for somewhere to sit, noticing the one person who probably didn't want to see her, but also the one person who would probably could understand she was going through. Exams. Meh.
"Hello Prefect Denton." The small prefect spoke quietly, as she put her drink down onto the table, and sat down. "How are you?" She asked, whilst placing her book onto the table as well.

Taking a rather long drink from his mug, Dominic tried to mull over this whole Bunbury/Lawson thing and the fact that Lyra had witnessed it. Until . . . that parchment . . . his herbology "homework" . . . it was all making sense now!

But wait, what was this? From quite simply staring out into space, the sixth year fixed his golden eyes on the person who greeted him oh-so-politely. Vanessa Corbette.

And suddenly, Dominic was brought back to just a few months ago, when she had first told him of her being prefect. When he didn't believe her because he had not known Kayla Winters would not be returning. When they were talking about . . . what was it? Commitments. That's right.

Forgetting the fact that she completely sat down without asking, suddenly Dominic felt he wanted Vanessa there. As if they were still sitting at the ice cream parlour so many months prior, discussing love and committed relationships and eating ice cream. Only instead, they were drinking butterbeer. And . . .

. . . OH! He hadn't greeted her back, but had just been staring at her. Whoops. Looking shamelessly down at his much, he bit his lower lip and then met her gaze again. "Hello Prefect Corbette," he finally said. "Uh... Good?" Though it was more of a question than an answer. How was he supposed to feel when he just found out from Lyra herself that she WITNESSED the insane redheaded professor's face being snogged by ANOTHER professor? "And how are you?"

Vanessa cocked her head to the side as she watched Dominic Denton just stared at her. He was staring at her. Why was he staring at her?
It felt a little awkward so she looked down, casting her books onto her care of magical creatures text book. She really was meant to be studying, but she thought that maybe now that she was sat opposite Denton that she would not be studying anymore.

"I am...good." Vanessa nodded, looking up at him, with a brief smile. Well she was good, minus all the stressing about her NEWTs, that was happening already. Resting her hands in her lap, Vannie looked up at Dominic, trying not to stare at him as he had done to her. This was a little odd. That seemed to be getting on.

Oh snappers!! Her awkwardness well . . . She noticed him staring at her for an ungodly amount of time! Dominic took another sip of butterbeer, hoping to tame it down a bit. Did she have a . . . textbook with her? She wasn't like trying to get even with him for throwing some muggle converter thingy at Kaika last term, was she? Or throwing a book at Rapunzel the term before. Because there wasn't much need for that since clearly it was only Hufflepuff Captains he had it in for. Snicker.

Her answer seemed as hesitant as his though. And he wondered if she was thinking through similar things.

"You know what I don't get?" Dom asked, almost rhetorically. "How our Professors could just up and form commitments enough to kiss and then well," the sixteen year old made a brief face at the word 'kiss' before continuing, "what's supposed to come of a kiss? How is one supposed to know when to take things to the next level? Like you said over the summer something about doing it cause you love someone... Like what's supposed to be next? Do you kiss again? Do you talk? I ... I'm ..." How was he supposed to word this? He wasn't even supposed to like girls. Well, that was true, but there was one girl . . .

Resting his hands underneath his chin, he sighed.

"I don't know."

"Erm..." Vanessa looked at Dominic as he talked. What on earth was he on about? Oh...commitment. Why was he bringing that up again? Resting her elbows on the table, and then resting her chin on her hands, she listened to him. He wanted more advice? He was a sixth year. Didn't he know all this.
"Just talk to her Dom." She commented quietly, hoping he didn't feel that she was interferring, she was only trying to help. "It will help...." Well she hoped it would. For she didnt want Willow to hurt him. She was bone crusher after all.

"Miles asked me to be his girlfriend after we kissed." Vanessa commented, her lips curling into her smile. That was a nice memory, and one which she didnt really want to discuss with Dominic. "I do thin you should talk to her though....me and Miles....we talk...a lot." Vannie nodded, looking serious again. They had talked so much after what had happened between Hugo and herself.

"But...don't blame me if it goes wrong." She giggled, smiling at him. "I mean...It's not like im your personal agony aunt."

Goodness, Dominic realized only too late that he had just told Vanessa too much information. Removing his hand from his chin, he self-consciously reached and took another sip of butterbeer from his mug. Yes, he should not have said all that. Now she was going to think him some loony . . . maybe even unfit for Prefect. And in some regards, she was probably right. But wait, what was this?

Talk to her? He never did have any issues talking to Willow Kovac. In fact, that was one of the things he enjoyed about her presence was that somehow he found it easy to talk to her; she was different from other girls.

But it was the next statement that the sixth year nearly choked over. WHAT!??! Girlfriend!? Was he supposed to ask her to be his girlfriend?! Goodness, he really didn't know.

"Uh... We did talk quite a bit... but since the trainride home last year, well, things have been weird." Why was he telling her this again? Willow did speak to him though in the Trophy Room, even if it was more diplomatic than anything. "I just... I'm nervous. I don't know why, but for some reason, i could have have it all planned out in my head perfectly, then when i see her, i lose it all. All concentration gone." Dominic frowned slightly, as his golden eyes fell to the table. Yes this was officially abnormal for Dominic Denton to versing such things out loud.

Vanessa really didn't get why Dominic was really saying all this too her. It wasn't as if they were that close, they were really only speaking because they had too.
She smiled at him though, because oddly she could understand what he was talking about. Although she hoped that he'd be able to cope with it, because it would be bad if he couldn't, considering that he was a prefect.

"She's...might be feeling the same way?" She shrugged, she kind of doubted that really, Willow feeling like this? She twisted a strand of her hair around her finger as she listened to Dominic. Aww...that sounded so cute. Wait. Dominic was...cute? Well in one sense yes. But...Eww she shouldn't be thinking like that, She had a boyfriend!
"Oh Dom." Vanessa smiled at him, picking up her butterbeer and taking a sip. This was an awkward conversation, but if it made there friendship better then it was okay right? "That sounds....just like me." She rolled her eyes, but continued to smile at him. "You'll get over your nerves Dom....trust me." She nodded, trying to think of what she was saying, and trying to make sure that it made sense. "Maybe...if you lose all concentration when you see her...why don't you just write to her? Maybe it'd be easier."

Judging from Vanessa's expression, Dominic was almost positive that she was confused to as to why he was talking about this with her. After all, it was mostly her fault that him and Kaika have since been not really getting along the best. Yet he felt compelled to talk - to tell someone - and frankly, it didn't matter who but it just felt good to not have it all bottled up.

Huh? What was that? Willow Kovac could possibly also be feeling nervous around him?! Lose concentration in his presence? Interesting theory . . . Biting his lower lip, he took another swig of butterbeer as he mulled the possibility over. It actually was very likely, even if Dominic didn't want to admit it.

"Really? Hmm... Weird." He shrugged when she commented it sounded like her. Though which part she was on about, he did not know. Maybe the nervous, butterflies-in-stomach part. "Hopefully. But hmm, yes, actually writing could work," Dom agreed reluctantly with the seventh year, eyes far off into the distance as he pictured Willow receiving a letter from him. Letters that she should have received over the summer . . .

Gulping down the last two swallows of butterbeer quickly, he then rose from his seat. Glancing down at Vanessa, he smiled appreciatively at his co-prefect before doing something he never thought he would do; the sixteen year old bent his knees just enough to allow himself to reach and give Vanessa a quick hug and then take hold of her shoulders - looking into her eyes - "Thank you. For everything, Vanessa." And then, he gave her two kisses, one on each cheek, before turning from the pub.

Because he had a letter to write.

Fyodor Balouch was bored.

This was not a thing that happened often, and so the thirteen year old had surprised his own self. Rather absent-mindedly, he stepped into the Three Broomsticks, paid for a butterbeer, and found himself a cosy seat.

Mmm. Butterbeeeeer.

Vanessa fiddled with her hair as she watched Dominic, waiting for him to reply. If he was going to reply of course. What she had said did seem like a good idea, and it could work, if Willow didn't chuck the letter away of course.
"See." Vanessa nodded with a smile as he spoke. He may as well have a try at it anyway, how did he know that it wouldn't work if he didn't try.

Vanessa was a little alarmed as he got up, was he leaving already? Well he did have a letter to write, but still it was pretty soon. Smiling at him once more, she pulled her book closer, before she felt herself be pulled into a hug. Wait. Was Dominic Denton Hugging her? Whaat. She looked up at him, a little confused but hugged him back none the less, having to be polite and all. She had to admit though it was very nice.
But it was what came next that shocked her. Instead of letting go like any normal person, he held onto her shoulders...and kissed her cheeks? Okaayy that was slightly odd...and slighty nice. "Errm....It's not problem Dominic." She spoke quietly, as she just stared at him. Him, Dominic Denton had just kissed her cheeks. Whaat. She had to admit that his lips were rather soft though. Cocking her head to the side she watched him walk off. Willow was a very lucky girl.

See, Butterbeer just added to her happy self. It hyper-fied her. If that was a word . Gulp. Gulp. Gulp More warm, yummy drink went down her throat as her thoughts wiggled from Shel to the ring.

Just back and forth. And inbetween, the thought of how was she explode this news to Mum. And GrandPa. It would so .. wow. Ofocurse, it was just a promise ring. And such a PRETTY ONE! Did you notice how Sarah's eye went all awe-ed like. But it was a Promise ring and that was big commitment. Somehow Sarah knew, the only thing keeping Sarah from jumping was the butterbeer and the hand she held so tightly.

Then his words brought her back-

Wha?

Butterbeer. Yes. "Yess .. Its real good stuff," she beamed, finishing off another bottle before picking up the next one. "Whats with you and Giant Squids, Shel?" she asked. He always mentioned Giant Squids. Always. Hmm .. now wasn't that suspicious.

A good roll of eyes is what he needed. And Sarah did roll her eyes before poking him in the arm. "Never serious, Ambrose!" she hmpf-ed. "I really, really really want to celebrate"

She really, really did.

Mmm, could do with a butterbeer.

Shel was still watching her, drinking that butterbeer. And yes, suddenly he wanted one, too. He picked up one from the many bottles on their table - it wasn't like she was going to drink all of them: there were about five still standing there, all tall and proud and untouched - and uncapped it.

"Me and Giant Squids?" He asked. "Nothing much. The Squid might just be a distant cousin of Little Goat but, like you know, you never know."

- If that made any sense.

"I am serious," he insisted. "How dare you make such a horrendous being-non-serious accusation against me! I'm TOTALLY serious - - about you. See? Serious me! And I love you and all, SarSar."

And I want to kiss you again.

Sarah eyed him and then tilted her head. "That does not make any sense," she promoted, confused. But, Oh! Shel must be joking. Thats what He always does.

So, never mind. Lets not try and unveil the way Shel's mind worked. It would be overwhelming.

So He was serious?. Hmm. "So maybe, I should run away with you, right now. And maybe we can just go to Paris or Italy, as you say," she added, easily. The game they always played. Moooore Butterbeer. Gulp. Gulp. Gulp. Mmmhmm!

Was she allowed to kiss him again?

"What do you mean it doesn't make any sense?" Shel asked, pretending to be shocked. "You can't be accusing of being senseless, SarSar!"

Oooh, running away sounded like AWESOME fun.

"Sure," Shel said, actually standing up. "Hurry up, finish your butterbeer, we have to get going or someone will see us! They must not know we're running away," he added, lowering his voice to a whisper.

Could he kiss her?

"So.. Can I kiss you again?"

Why does she TRY?

Its SHEL! - She would never win in this word game with him. Grr.

Her eyes widened as he got up and apparently was ready to take her away or rather runaway with her. Why was she surprised again? "Fiiiine, we can go," she said, getting up as well.

Oh the adrenaline and butterbeer rush in her veins. hehe.

"Lets runaway,"

Mmmhmm.

And then she could not help but feel hot blood racing to her cheeks as redness spread there. "Ofcourse, You can," Sarah could not believe, after all they have been through, she still got red at the thought of him kissing her.

feeling lonely Lilly walked into the Three Broomsticks for a Butterbeer. that always calmed her down. so that's what she did. she got a butterbeer, paid for it, and sat down. as she drank she looked around at her fellow class mates. there sure seemed to be a lot of them.

Jule walked into the three broomsticks and found an empty table. But first she ordered some pumpkin juice and something to eat. She paid for her stuff and walked to the table. When she sat down, she crossed her legs and took out some parchment and a quill. She began to think of what to write to her aunt Abilee. She knew what she wanted to tell her but wasn't sure if she can make her the favor.

-20 minutes later-

Jule finally finished her letter and drank the lsat of her pumpkin juice. She folded the letter and put it in her bag. She stuffed her quill in there too and walked back to the castle.
I sure hope she can help me. she thought in her head and kept walking.

Rachel stepped into the Three Broomsticks and quickly shuffled over to one of the corner tables where she knew that she would be hidden from the counter. She really wasn't bothered to have the barkeeper spot her and begin to make chitchat, then later have Jake send her a worried letter stating that she was to tell him why she was depressed.

Looking around, she spotted people she knew but most she didn't, which was excellent. The Ravenclaw didn't think she could handle company right now, even though the only thing she really wanted to do right now was just spill all her troubles.

ARGH! Rachel placed both her hands on either side of her head and silently screamed in frustration. She liked him - and no guide on crushes was going to change that, unfortunately... Her eyes shut tightly, she leaned forward and placed her head on the table, hoping that no one, yet someone, would come.

Chris Potter needed a butterbeer! he walked into the noisy pub and took a seat at the bar and asked for one. When he got it he looked to a girl sitting next to him with her head on the table. "To you," he said raising the glass "I bet we are both having troubles, eh?" He had just broken up with Lizzie and now had feelings for Paris Greenwood, and had kissed her and then just got out of the punishment for that. Man these past couple days were hectic. She didn't look much better either.

Huh? Rachel opened her eyes and slowly removed her head from its current position on the table to look up at someone who had sat next to her. "Erm, thanks," she croaked slightly, her throat slightly dry from not having cried just a little before he had come.

Flicking several strands of hair from her face, she blinked a few times to see that the boy was none other than Chris Potter, from Diagon Alley. "Oh hey," the fifth year greeted him with slightly more feeling, trying to smile. She managed it quite well in her opinion, and she looked up and eyed the counter where the barkeeper was. Now that someone close to her was drinking Butterbeer, she desperately wanted some too. But the barkeeper is a terrible gossip...

Chris looked at the girl and she was definately having a hard time. When she wiped some hair out of her face, he recognized her, the Ravenclaw Prefect. he watched as she looked towards the bar wearily. He knew that look. He turned to the bar worker and ordered another butterbeer and joined Rachel at her table/ "Rachel? Oh my god, are you ok?" he asked in a shocked whisper. She must really be upset about something.

Rachel blinked as Chris looked at her, then got up and left. Sighing, she looked back at the table again and began picking at the wood, seriously depressed. She was evidently just REALLY bad company... And the whole thing with Reid was so stupid anyway - even if she DID tell him how she felt, there was no possible way that he would return her feelings. Who in their right mind would? She was Rachel Rider, for Merlin's sake... The girl who cared WAY too much about her school work and DUMPED her one and only boyfriend for no apparent reason.

Oh. He came back. "Thanks," she said and reached into her pocket, pulling out the amount of coins she needed to pay Chris back. "Here you go," she handed the money to him, thus effectively avoiding his question. No, she wasn't ok - but she would never directly admit it, it went against everything she believed in.

Chris came back tot the table with Rachel's butterbeer and set it on the table. She passed a few coins at him which he didn't take he definately didnt need them. "It's ok Rachel this one was on me ok. For a friend who obviously is upset, and one that didnt answer my question as to why?" he said pressing the matter calmly. He wanted to know what could make her so upset.