Evelyn wandered, or ran more likely, from the greenhouses to where she believed Professor Morgan's hut, house...thing...would be. Finally slowing down when she spotted the place, she adjusted her bag on her shoulder so it was more comfortable and held the Flitterbloom pot tightly to her chest as if trying to block out all the cold air. Taking a few deep breathes, and barely aware of her surroundings at the moment, since her thoughts were suddenly elsewhere (specifically the devils snare incident), Evelyn walked up to the door and was about to 'knock' when she looked up and saw the door was already open and there was already a conversation taking place.

'Why didn't I see this when I was walking down here? Wow, rude of me.' she thought, looking up to find Professor Morgan and Rafe talking. "Sssorry. Mind wandered. I'll just...wait over here...then." Evelyn said, pointing behind her and taking a few steps back with an apologetic expression.

Standing quietly near the fireplace and drinking his coffee, Marcus thought he might come back and see Ili, when she was not so busy. And conveniently David, was now leaving also. He downed the rest of his coffee and put his cup onto the coffee table.

He gave Iliana, a kiss on the forehead as he stopped in front of her, "You catch up with Angela and I'll come back later to see you." He gave her a smile and squeezed her hand and headed for the door.

"Oh really?" she said sipping her own coffee. Mmm! "I hope you've seen lots of Gryffindors up there. From the looks of the hourglasses, they seem to be struggling to keep up."

She thought about the 'same old thing' comment and realized she had no idea what the norm was when it came to Angela. OR the majority of her colleagues for that matter. Having her office located so far from the others did prove to have its disadvantages. "Well, if you ever need any help, you must be sure to let me know."
"...and Trolls, huh?" she said, with a tiny melodic laugh. She walked a couple steps over to the glass cabinet and brought out half a dozen phials; each filled with lilac colored liquid. "Add a few drops to his water every morning. Or as needed," she said, handing them over. "The effect will be instantaneous."

"You're welcome, David," she replied with a kind smile. But when she heard him call for Puppy, that smile quickly transformed into a little pout. "Leaving so soon?" she asked, placing the dog on the ground, completely unaware that she was frowning.
"No interruption at all. Please come in." she said, motioning him inside. She listened to his apology, not understanding his feelings of guilt. "There's really no need to apologize, dear. These things happen," she said, in an effort to easy his mind. "I hope you're feeling better now."
Waving Evelyn over, Professor Morgan looked down at her and shook her head. "Don't be silly. It's cold out there. Come on inside," she said, leaning back against the open door. "You're leaving," she said, looking up at him. It wasn't really a question but it came out sounding that way. "Okay," she said, sighing just a little. She squeezed his hand back (not wanting to let go) and gave him an apologetic smile. "Bye Marcus."

Evelyn took another step back, slightly uneasy, debating whether or not to actually go in, but as if to prove the professor's point about it being cold, a chilly wind blew making up Evelyn's mind really fast. Glancing around for a split second, she held the little plant even closer to herself and quickly walked inside. Taking a deep breathe and sighing as the warmth hit her, she moved somewhere to where she wasn't in the way, more or less looking as if she was trying to hide. "Thanks professor." she muttered, a little nervous for some reason.

The place seemed nice and cozy, which wasn't good at the moment since Evelyn was dead tired, she leaned against an empty part of the wall, unsure if she was aloud to sit down or not. Now she just felt out of place...Tugging the sleeves of her sweater as far down as they would go so to hide the appearing dark bruises that were the cause of her aching body, 'Stupid snare...', she decided to just wait until Rafe, whole looked strangely ill for some reason, was done talking with the Professor so she could ask her question. He was their before her anyway...

Smiling graciously as Evelyn made her way in, Iliana couldn't help but notice the girl's hesistation. She turned towards her, seemingly frozen along the wall and said, "Professor Lawson just made us a fresh pot of coffee. Would you care for some? There's also pumpkin juice and fresh muffins. Please help yourself." She pointed towards the coffee table and smiled.

"Thank you so much Professor Morgan," Rafe said still standing in the doorway. "I've gotten the assignment and went ahead to do it, though it wasn't one of my assignments, I like Professor Bunbury...well, I think I do...," Rafe wasn't quite sure if he could ever really like a someone that seemed to have such a grudge against werewolves, "Well, her lessons are interesting...I mean, not saying that yours aren't and that's why I didn't attend," Rafe said quickly. He didn't want to sound like he just didn't want to go to her class it was all about timing, and that was a really really bad time for him. Hopefully, he wouldn't have to go into too much detail. "Umm...perhaps Evelyn should speak noooooow," he yawned. He hardly got any sleep and leaned against the doorway. He was all over the place and didn't know if he was making much sense.

Evelyn shook her head no to the offered drinks and food, still having issues about eating or drinking things that was given by people she didn't really know, even though they were professors and she was totally safe at the moment...she just scooted a little more closer to the wall. 'Wow, Herbology really messed me up...' she thought, thinking of how weird she must look right now.

Hearing Rafe speak, something about missing the midnight creature's lesson, she had a funny feeling that there was more to it than he was putting on. Looking over at him, he did seem really pale, and tired, and what was with the shades? It wasn't even that sunny out. Brushing it off though, she looked down at her Flitterbloom, suddenly hearing Rafe say that she should speak.

"Uh-umm...Well i was just wondering about that assignment...that you gave us..." she said quietly, wincing slightly. Maybe she spoke a little too quietly. "Well, i gave you the jar of...stuff...i collected and i was wondering if, maybe, i could get it back?" That was the weirdest request she had ever just asked for. Shaking her head at what she just said, she looked back down to her 'Lyla' (Evelyn named the flitterbloom Lyla), and wished she could just disappear, or fall asleep. Whichever came first. 'Okay, maybe Herbology REALLY messed me up.' Evelyn thought, being all fidgety and just...weird as she was at the moment.

"I'm afraid we must, Professor Morgan." He assumed her professional name again that more students than professors seemed to be present in her hut at that moment. "We thank you again." He said giving his head a slight bowing tilt as he stepped ever closer to the door, the puppy not far behind. "Good-bye, Professor Lawson. Madame Kohan, a pleasure as always." Taking up the tiny dog, Professor Kapoor exited Professor Morgans hut, the gust from earlier having died down a little as he opened the door and shut it behind him.

RunrunrunrunrunrunRUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUN.

Going at top speed, Jake's legs carried him all the way down to the Care of Magical Creatures professor's hut. He wheezed as he sprinted, but refused to slow down. When, at long last, he got to the hut, the boy tried to stop, but his momentum carried him on, and he ran SMACK! into the closed door.

KnockknockknockKNOCKKNOOOOOOOOOOOOCKKKKK!

"Professor! PROFESSOR!" he yelled. "You have to... hurry... Professorrrrrr!" Jake carried on knocking, giving no opportunity to respond.

Perhaps he should have... done that.

"Professor... Lawson... has buh-been... attttttacked," the boy wheezed, stepping back from the door and clutching a stitch in his side.

Svensson valiantly attempted to carry his birdcage out to the grounds without the cover falling off, but it was to no avail. He finally pulled the lavender-and-yellow striped cloth off and tossed it over his shoulder, so that he could see where he was going. It really was a pity that his wand had mysteriously disappeared--if it had not, he could have levitated his birdcage and avoided shaking his already sick canary altogether.

Finally, Lars Svensson reached the hut and gently set the cage down on the ground several meters away from the door, so he could knock without worrying about tipping the cage over or jostling it in any way. He slipped the cover back over the cage and turned to move to the door, but then he noticed there was a student there, looking rather harried.

Hmm. Well, he had best let the poor student speak to the other professor first. His bird was not about to drop dead anytime soon. Lars put his hands in the pockets of his robes and kicked at a clod of dirt, whistling surreptitiously.

Try as she might, Iliana could not seem to follow what Rafe was trying to say. She politely nodded along, wondering what it was that was upsetting him so. It was just ONE lesson. No biggie. People get sick. It happens. "I do hope you're feeling better now," she said, feeling completely lost. "And I'll just expect to see you front and center for the next one," she added with a little wink.

Hearing Evelyn's name, the professor turned towards her...
... 'Still holding up the wall it seemed.' She thought with a sigh. Was she really THAT scary to be around?

"Oh yes, Evelyn. I'm so glad that you reminded me. It's over on the floor by my desk," she said, pointing towards the corner.
If they must, they must. Surely David was a busy man. "Well thank you for stopping by," she said, giving him (and Puppy ) a little wave goodbye.
Startled by the LOUD knock at the door, Iliana jumped quite noticeably. "Umm yes?..." she called out, wondering who (or what?!) would be knocking in such a fashion.

Then she heard it. "Professor Lawson...... attacked."

The moment those words rang out inside her head, several things began to happen at once. Her body became limp and lifeless as all the color drained from her face. All the worst scenarios were running uncontrollably through her mind.

Throwing open the door, her pallid face carried an expression of absolute terror. She dashed through the opening without a backward glance and nearly stumbled head first into Jake. Righting herself, she grabbed him by the hand and sprinted off towards the castle, one singular thought taking over like a mantra inside her head. 'Please no... not Marcus.'
Her gaze lingered on Lars for a moment and she made a split second decision, jerking her head towards the castle with the unsaid request to follow.

Lars blinked. He was not well-versed in silent woman-language, but even he knew that a head-jerk meant 'follow me.' Slightly confused, he grabbed the birdcage, carried it slowly into the woman's hut, set it just inside the door, and sprinted after her. He had no wand, so he would probably be absolutely useless, but he still had a brain.

It might have been comical, had the situation not been so epically serious, the way Jake was standing by the door and then suddenly... not.

GAHHHHH WITH THE RUNNING!

Trying to keep up with Professor Morgan, Jake saw her gesture for Svensson to follow, but couldn't look back for fear that he'd stagger over.

Run, run. Pant, pant.

Nodding and taking a deep breathe of relief, she maneuvered her way over to the Professor's desk and spotted the jar. 'Okay, now to just get it to...Professor...' Blinking a few times, Evelyn stood staring out of the window with a blank expression before she sighed again and hung her head. 'Why do i always forget her name?'

Though, she almost dropped the jar when there was a loud knock at the door and someone yelling about a professor being hurt. 'Again? First wands go missing, than a student turning up...yea...and now a professor is hurt? Wow...' Holding both the jar and flitterbloom in her arms, she walked to the door only to find the professor acting slightly strange. "Profess-" she started to ask, but couldn't finish since the professor bolted out the door, dragging what looked like to be Jake with her. "Oh...kay?"

Tugging her jacket closer to her and holding tightly onto her bag, jar, and plant, she set off toward the greenhouses...again. 'Probably find out what happened with the professor later like everything else i hear...'

Alessia walked down to the hut with a trunk floating behind her. She was NOT going to stay with barking dog boxes, and Iliana had agreed to take her in. She couldn't stay with Pepe... they were only engaged... not married. Papa Valon would have a heart attack. Soon as Iliana was back from the hospital they would chit chat sleepover style!

Yawning (eyes closed and all) as she walked through her door, Iliana didn't exactly see Less already inside. Not until she pulled it closed and turn around did a sleepy grin stretch across her face. "Less!" she said, dropping her things on the floor. "Hope I didn't keep you waiting," she said, crossing the room to give her a hug. She yawned again, rather loudly, and then deposited herself on the sofa. "Sit by me."

She sat by Iliana and put her hand on her head as if she had a headache and she said "My head is splitting..." showing off her engagement ring as she did, "but it's not as painful as this rock is heavy!!!" She said making it more obvious and screaming!

Not even an exhausted, half-asleep Iliana was going to miss the fact that her BEST FRIEND had a RING on her finger! Stunned, and slightly speechless, her jaw dropped to the floor. She grabbed Less' hand to get a better look and squealed with delight.

"ALESSIA!" she finally shouted. "Pepe asked you to MARRY HIM?! When did this happen?!" Oh for Merlin's sake, how long was she away?

The squeals continued for a few moments before Less said "He did it in his office... it was... awkward, but he wasn't going to take no for an answer and I did not think I could tell him no." She said and held her hand, "Isn't it pretty?" She said giggling with her friend.

Iliana laughed again. "Awkward? What could be awkward about his proposal?" She shook her head at her, placing her (left) hand behind her back for the time being.

Lifting up Less' hand in her own (right hand), she looked down at the ring appreciatively. "Wow! Pepe has exquisite taste. It's sooo.... perfect."

OOC: Timelines? What timelines! =)

"Tell you the truth... I think this was Mrs. Kazimeriz's ring... though I can't be positive." She said gaxing at her ring finger... "Not that he couldn't get me one... but this one... has sentimental value..." She smiled.

"Wow Alessia, really?!" she asked. That was the sweetest thing she'd ever heard. Pulling her hand from around her back, she glanced down at her own ring and said, "I have no idea where Marcus got mine."

Alessia's breath stopped in her throat and then SCREAMED!!! "MERLIN'S 40 year old twin!!! We're engaged at the same time!!!" SQUEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!! She jumped up and down a lot holding onto her friend.

When Iliana's giggling had finally calmed down a bit, she smiled at Alessia and said, "Looks like we are." This was like a dream come true. She was going to able to spend her most important lifetime experience in tandem with her best friend.

"Oh gosh, Less! There's so much to plan. Marcus and I have decided on a summer wedding. That's only a few months away." Chewing on her lower lip, Ili glanced down at the ring on her finger and smiled. "Is it legal to be this happy?" she teased, giving her a playful wink.

"Yes, Silly..." She said. "You are going to be a beautiful June bride." She sighed, "Papa Valon wanted us to marry over Valentine's day, but with the deaths in the school, the quidditch world cup... and the day to day of being the Hogwarts headmaster, I haven't seen him long enough to discuss wedding plans."

She winked at her friend. "I'm going to go downstairs... the ministry official should be here soon as the full moon is nearing." She said kissing her friend on the cheek. "Thanks again for letting me stay here! See you soon!" She said and left going to the part of the hut reserved for her transformation.