Ray looks around and notices a lot of students and not to forget a bunch of books flying in and out of shelves. "Yes if I can muffliato everything" Ray says as he flicked his wand and muttered "Muffliato!" the charm quickly worked, the indication, the slight change in Ray's hair color to a golden color.
"So what have you to tell me?" Ray asked.

Sylvia stared blankly at him for a moment. She had sort of insulted him, but he had seemed to bounce back and compliment her. Sylvia wasn't used to that, but she liked it. She smiled at him, and brought her chair back so all legs were on the ground. "You're too nice." Sylvia wavered his comment away, blushing as he did so. "But thankyou."

"Well, actually...." She dragged out the word and smirked, and pulled out the pathetic camera which Professor Dumont had given them all. "I need to do the homework, and the professor said to take pictures of people or something happening." She placed the camera on the table. "You look photogenic, could I take a picture of you reading something? Maybe a Muggle Studies book, the Professor would like that." She snickered.

Abby takes her wand out and performs the Muffliato Charm on her side of the shelves. "Jake Upstead and LouAnn Purple have been possessed by some dark wizards. I believe it has to do with some strange sets of rune stones they possess. I tried to get a look at them, but Jake wouldn't part with them. The wizards don't seem to have total control of them. They come in and out. Also Professors Shakleford and Lupa's wands are missing. I think Jake and LouAnn are responsible for that too. Now what's this important information you have?"

"Why does everyone say that I'm too nice?" He wasn't always nice. He could be mean too. He just liked Sylvia is all. She had no idea that he had done some pretty bad things in the past. And then he noticed something. "Are you blushing?" He couldn't imagine Sylvia ever blushing and there she was.

Now she wanted to take his picture? It was a bit odd that people kept taking his photo, but she was at least asking him - not that he had asked anyone himself. Well, besides Brody. But that was more because she had told him to wait until she was ready. "Sure, I could pose for a picture. Just give me a book to look at and we can do this."

"I think professor Lupa is in great danger!" Ray revealed all of a sudden. "But I am not so sure... I think we should tell someone but whom... Have you talked to any of the professors? Won anyone to your side?" Ray asked.

"Professor Lupa? Yes, I've talked to Professor Lawson. I told him everything I told you, and he said he believes me. Why would they want to hurt Professor Lupa? Because she's a werewolf?"

"Exactly... I think they are targetting all Werewolves in the school.. Which means that professor Bentecou isn't save either" Ray revealed. "What did professor Lawson exactly say about what you told him?" Ray asked.

"He told me he believed me and to come to him if I saw Jake and LouAnn together again. I think he was in shock about what I told him. Professor Lawson is close to Jake. What did you expect him to say to me? I had just told him two of the students here were being possessed by horcruxes. I'm amazed he didn't take me to the Hospital Ward and put me in a padded room."

"To tell you the truth... I thought that professor Lawson had something to do with the whole thing" Ray revealed by whispering it to Abby also his charm was still up. "Listen Abby... I think we should try and get to those runes!" Ray suggested.

Abby remembers her talk with Jake over those runes. "No! Jake and LouAnn will kill us before they will turn over those runes."

"Jake is in Hufflepuff right?" Ray asked. "Well maybe if the last Heir of the Hufflepuff family talked to him, he'd be kind to show us at least a piece of it" Ray revealed.

"He probably would if he's Jake. The dark wizard seems to phase in and out. You definitely need to see them one at a time. LouAnn might be a better choice. She seems to depend on Jake. I think he's the leader of the pair."

"Well you are, silly." Sylvia's blushing dissappeared the MINUTE he had mentioned it. "Excuse me?" She raised her eyebrow as she had no idea what he was talking about, before she picked up the camera again and started fiddling with the back of it. "I don't blush." Torin couldn't have been more wrong.

"Ummm...here." Sylvia passed him the mugle transport book she had been looking at earlier. "Pretend to look really interested in the book." She giggled, this would look hilarious, but that would be 1 down, and 4 to go.

"You think I am. I have secrets and stuff. I'm not as good as you think I am." He gave her a wink, playing all mysterious like. But he was serious too. She didn't know about some of the things that he had done. Nope, he wasn't as good as people thought and the only thing that was keeping him from doing that all over again here was the fact that this was his last chance for a Magical education before his parents decided not to bother with it. "If you weren't blushing why were your cheeks red?" he asked her as he watched her fiddling with her camera.

And took the book from her and opened it to this random page before making an overly dramatic post of being so engrossed in the book that even an earthquake couldn't get him to stop reading. "This good?"

Oh really? Well, that was something that Sylvia was interested in. She'd have to try and get those secrets out of him later. She smirked at his wink, and avoided the subject of blushing again. "So ... Muggle Studies homework." Sylvia smiled and brought the camera up to her face.

That was a close one.

"Brilliant." She giggled, and the camera made a quiet clicking sound. "Thankyouuuu. You can stop looking like you're in love with the book now." Sylvia smiled and put the camera back in her bag.

He snorted and stopped looking at the book as soon as she took the picture. It was a relief for him because he felt like way too big a nerd just pretending to read the thing.

"So how many of these pictures have you taken so far?" he asked her curiously.

"Well help me locate them then" Ray said as he looked at Abby. "And we'd talk tl LouAnn together much safer anyways. So?"

It was really fascinating, finding out what Dominic Denton was thinking, and Adrienne was only latching onto his thoughts about herself. And it was an added dimension, the fact she was fairly certain he didn't know she could see those thoughts. Especially since, at least in the one respect, he wasn't wrong. She wasn't one to give up, or at least it took a lot to get her to. And he was nowhere near that point. "In all honesty," she said after he'd spoken, intentionally mirroring his words, "I can't help it if I find your precious dress code just the tiniest bit boring and unoriginal." Even if it was technically Hogwarts', not Dominic's. He was still the only one to protest her shoes. She laughed at his consternation over her argument, though. "Apparently not. Or at least, not in the same way as to you. You must be special," she said, a hint of sarcasm in her voice. People did notice her shoes, but usually it was to compliment them, or admire them. Not whine about how they weren't boring black mary janes. And then she hit a nerve. or at least it looked that way. "I never said you were," she pointed out, her figned innocent tone marred by the urge to laugh again. "And if we all thought about breathing, we'd be dead. Because that would infer we thought about not breathing. But we aren't talking about involuntary and necessary actions for living. We're talking about actions related to personality. And that is almost inextricably connected to psychology." So there. She would have stuck her tongue out or something to emphasize the point, but she had the feeling he would see that as juvenile and grounds for her to be considered insubordinate or something. Even though in esence, as far as she was concerned when it came to Mr. Head Boy, she was insubordinate. She just didn't want him to acknowledge it.

She rolled her eyes as he continued to only vaguely answer her suspicions. "Just browsing in this particular section of the library," she pointed out, knowing he wasn't about to elaborate but unable to stop poking at him. It was just too fun. "Ah, but if study sessions are involved, there would be other people with you. You wouldn't be standing here in the stacks annoying me about shoes." He was evading. No way she couldn't latch onto that to annoy him further. But then he actually listened to her own response as to why she was there, and she raised an eyebrow as he apologized. "Dominic Denton is apologizing? Just because I said I was bored? Okay, I know it isn't April Fool's Day, so something else must be going on. And here I am without a camera," she mused, not even caring what reason he had for the apology. It was just so . . . not Mr. High-and-Mighty Head Boy, and it kind of piqued her interest, in some sort of anthropological way. Like he was something to study, as if she wanted to think that much about what made him tick. Only to the extent of needling him.

After much trudging around the school, searching for pictures, in a desperate attempt to get Ravenclaw back into the lead, Livvy resorted to searching in the library. She was desperate now. Maybe something interesting was in the library. She had to search anyway... those Slytherins were feisty and they were winning. Which wasn't good. It'll just boost their egos which didn't need any more boosting. Sighing, Livvy held onto her camera, ready to take a picture at any moment.

As the Ravenclaw girl made her way to the bookshelves, she heard a few... familiar... voices. Livvy was unable to recognize them, so she tiptoed closer to the bookshelf and peeked around the corner. And there she spotted Adrienne and Dominic chattering away. Except it wasn't really like chit chat, more like... jabbing-in-the-forehead and push-you-off-a-cliff type of talk.

Now, Livvy knew that eavesdropping wasn't good but from what she could tell, the pair were both aggravated by the company they had.

And oh merlin!

Did Dominic just apologize? WORTH telling. And unfortunately for Dominic, Livvy had a camera.

Livvy took a quick snap of the picture, making sure you could see Adrienne's raised eyebrow and Dominic's... whatever... confused face. The guy looked confused. Except, he always looked confused. That was what he always looked like. Confused. Hm. Mr. Confusion.

But wait. Was the flash on? Could they see it? Or where they too engrossed in their conversation to notice a beam of light flash into their face and a noise similar to a click?

"Just one, you." Sylvia giggled. "I need to hurry up, it's meant to be handed in soon, and I haven't earned points in ages." She said. It felt like earning points was her feeding at the moment. Forget food, she'd rather have points.

"Haven't you done it yet? You can take one of me if you like." She smirked at him and opened the muggle studies book again.

He tisk tisked her when she said that she had only taken one before. This was the best assignment he had ever received; he had got it done as soon as he could.

"Are you kidding? I finished mine ages ago. But I'll still take a picture of you." He whipped out his camera. He was starting to get addicted to this whole camera thing.

"Okay, pose for me!"

"It sounds like a good idea. You may be able to do more with them. I've never been around LouAnn when she wasn't herself. Jake seems more erratic. I wonder if that has something to do with his personality. I think it would be best if we arrange a meeting a head of time. Less chance of someone just walking up and overhearing us."

"Ok. Now we just have to get to Jake or LouAnn... And next time... I will be more careful in choosing the meeting place... I think I'll be sending Hermy after them too" Ray said as he slashed his wand that lit for a couple of seconds.
"So what now?" Ray asked.

So quiet, so dusty.

She nearly sneezed, Shumeeta, when she squeezed her way into the middle of two bookshelves. They were tall, highly polished, but they seemed to smell of bygone eras, and the smell made Shumeeta nostalgic.

It was better than any perfume.

Very quietly, the tomboy raised her camera and with a click, enclosed the bookshelves into a photo - their sleek wood, their dusty interiors, the rows of delicious-looking books. Too good for words!

"Hermy? Who is she?" Abby didn't know Ray had any other people working with him on this.