Now Lyra was back to "She started it"? Yeah, that was a good excuse. Evan rolled his eyes. Seriously, she should get over her jealousy. And although Evan knew better than to talk his opinions out loud, he thought that Shana was right. Lyra was unstable when it came to Evan which would make most of the males feel good and egoistic, but it didn't make Evan. He'd rather have Lyra as a friend, or even as a stranger, than seeing her fighting. He sighed. She was stronger than that! He mused that she needed some confidence about giving up her jealousy, and he'd toterly give that in some better and private place.

He raised his eyebrows but didn't back off as Lyra got closer to him. She had promised after all. She couldn't be that evil, could she?

Apparently she could.

Evan literally screamt when he was SMACK!ed. "HOLY--" he shouted and held his head with both hands. DARN, IT HURT! He was about to cuss heavily again when she kissed him. Lyra had kissed him. Lyra had kissed him. Lyra had kissed him. He stood frozen there, one hand moving to his cheek. He stood there for half of a minute, until he got over the shock and felt the pain of his head again. He hadn't heard her reason of her BARBARIC smack, because of the thumping of his head, and it hardly mattered now. His head hurt, and he would be the sissy, and not talk to Lyra. He walked to the common room, not conscious of himself.

Well, the girl was enthusiastically amused, Samson would give her that. And it seemed she didn't run out of things to say and topics to talk about. Just like Sylvia.

Old Frank? "Yeah, he is pretty good. Muggle music almost always is," he commented in good spirit. Indeed, muggle music was almost good, and yet it was no match to the Wizard music. Then he grinned at her next words, admiring her good humor. "Haha. Yeaaah, kinda. But hey, we all have our weird sides. Plus, breaking into song in the shower is more of a common thing than most people think," he replied, followed by a chuckle. There, he said it. But, eh, why did he say it anyway. Meh.

"Nice to meet you, Alexandrina." What a mouthful. It could've just been Alexandra. But he wasn't the girl's parents, so yeah. "I'm Samson Carswell. And it's nice to know you're happy." But it really wasn't. REALLY NOW. For the nth time during his 7th year, Samson Carswell was engaging in casual conversation with girls at random. What a big change he had undergone since Issy. But he said it. So there.

And he found it was quite difficult to turn away from this peculiar young girl.

Aah, okay. So that made more sense than him jsut randomly talking to a painting. "Nice to meet you. I'm Torin Kane. Fifth Year Hufflepuff." When did he become so formal? It wasn't really like him at all.

Alex giggled a bit as the boy commented on Muggle Music, "Yes it is, to be truthful, I almost kinda prefer listening to it, rather than wizard music. Call me crazy, but somehow I think it capture's my feelings, better than anything Celestina Warbuck could sing." She said with a shrug and a smile, "So you sing in the shower ehh?" She asked with a laugh in her voice. "I do that too."

"It is nice to meet you to Samson Carswell, and if you prefer, you can call me Alex, that is what my friends call me, Alexandrina is such a mouthful." She giggled a bit more as she pushed her hair behind her ears. "Thank you, it has been awhile since I have been this happy.. I like it." She said as her gray eyes flicked up to the boy's face for a second. It had been awhile since she was this happy, it had been back when her family was still together, back when things were good at home, and her mother actually wanted to be with them.. Not like now..

"Are you happy?" She asked curiously.

And they seemed to move to the second corridor in no time. Fia giggled and buried her head into Theo's shoulder. "I did once," she laughed, mumbling against his Slytherin robes. "That's how I know they squish the toes. Merlin they hurt my feet." She lifted her head once again as she was a bit embarrassed from having such a girlie moment in life.

"I'm glad you came back, Theo. I like having you here with me." She leaned in and kissed his cheek just the same as he had done to her cheek. She felt different. Her heart raced a little more than normal but it was in a good yet exciting way.

Theo giggled, "You did? At least you know they hurt lots, so you don't have to wear them again. I don't think you need heels. You look perfect in what you wear already." He blushed at what he said, but it was only momentary. He loved how Fia dressed. He just loved Fia.

"I am glad I came back too," he smiled. "I wouldn't have met you if I hadn't returned. And I wouldn't be having such a good time." He blushed as she kissed him. She had kissed him again. It was amazing. It made him feel so good. "Ummm Fia..." he started. But he didn't know how to end it.

Awww...he was soooo sweeeetttt! Fia was soooooo happy and giddy and fickle and...wow! So this is what boys did to girls, made them all gooey and giggly and...she felt sooo pretty around Theo. So he liked the say she dressed. At least she didn't have to change.

And she liked the way he blushed around her. Did she do that? If she did, she hoped he liked it the same way she did. And the way he said her name was just....sigh! "Yes, Theo?"

"Ummmm," he shuffled his feet slightly. Ok he was holding her. But he was still nervous. "Do you...er...want to go to Hogsmeade some time?" He blushed and shuffled a bit more.

Fia bit her lower lip to keep her smile down to a minimum, otherwise it would be out of control. She was over excited and was having a hard time containing herself. "Eeek!" She popped her hand over her mouth as her cheeks began to redden.

Let's try this again...."Yes! I would love you...I mean too." Oh NUUUUUUUUU!

Theo's face dropped. With shock more than anything. "You love me?" He slowly started to squee inside.

EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK KKKKKK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

She loved him. He loved her too. "Um the next one then?"

"That's not crazy at all," Samson said, and he was tempted to wink. Of course, he didn't do it. And he just said that it wasn't crazy because as it happened, Alex just gave Celestina Warbuck as an example. Huh. Celestina Warbuck. There was one singer he didn't appreciate. Eh. He then sniggered as she laughed about the shower comment. "I told you it's a common thing."

Ah, Alex. That was less of a mouthful. And he found it almost creepy that she just said her whole name was a mouthful. Mind reader much? And it seemed as though her happiness was doing her a heck of a lot of good. It'd been a while since he'd seen anyone this happy, so much so that it actually glowed out of her skin and she looked really pleasant, too. That was saying something, considering Samson didn't find majority of the girls around here pretty at all. Save for his feelings for his beautiful Issy, of course, he wasn't all too keen or all too familiar with being attracted to other girls, especially when he was only so on a physical level. Ah well.

She redirected the question to him again! Aw. "Er. Me? Happy?" Samson hesitated just a little bit too long. "Sure I am! Yeah. In fact, I don't remember being this happy since... hm. Last year? Yeah, that's it."

Of that, he was certain. He'd never been as happy as he was before Issy. He could feel an 'awww' coming on.

Talking to a painting.. Yeah that made his reputation go up! ''Nice to meet you Torin.'' he replied. Warren smirked as he nodded in a sign of 'Alright mate' something in which occured alot in his home town. It was just natural for him. ''Huffie aye? so er you must know Tammy?'' Tammy was a friend of Warrens.

Alex smiled as he said she wasn't crazy. Well that was always helpful, being sane was such a good thing. She looked up at Samson and marveled about how much she had changed, before Damon she would be looking for way to flirt with this guy, and now.. He was just a guy. "Thank you for confirming my sanity." She said with a smile, as she flipped her long hair back behind her shoulder. Really she should do something with the locks, instead of letting them run riot. "I guess it is a common thing." She said smiling and agreeing with him.

She looked around her grey eyes wandering a bit as she waited for Samson to speak, she smiled as she thought of her and Damon's plan to "take over the world." Sure it wasn't serious, but it was super fun to talk about, and it brought them closer, and her closer to being a Slythie.. Woo..

"Yes Happy.." Alex said as she watched him closely.. "Oh really, and is there a reason for this happiness? I mean there is a reason for mine, perhaps it could be similar to the reason for yours?" She asked him with a smile.

He was a bit surprised when Tammy was brought up. But then she was the Prefect so quie a few people would probably know her. Not as many as knew Dominic though; that boy was pretty infamous. "Yeah, she's great." He smiled. He would be so sad when she graduated.

Confirming her sanity? Hah. This girl was hardly what Samson would consider 'sane', but by his own biased standards, only a chosen few were sane. But, Alex didn't need to know that.

She flipped her hair again. Her hair was really pretty and all, unusually so, but he was getting really irritated. He wanted to hand her a hair tie about then. Hehe. Juuust kidding. He didn't have a hair tie with him. Never did. Because that would just be... weird.

And then she asked. Again. Ah, Samson was starting to want to label her the 20 Questions girl. "Well. Let's just put it this way. It's my last year and things have been going better for me than they have been going in the past 6 years," he said with a grin. And it was true. Putting his years together from 1 to 6 only came thiiis close to his happiness now. Sappy and corny, maybe, but happy nonetheless.

Warren returned the smile. The painting behind started singing which freaked Warren out abit. ''Thought you might, everyone seems too, shes annoying thats proberly why'' He chuckled. Tammy and Warren would always play fight with eachother.

He was hard to hear Warren now, seeing as the painting was now singing in an awful off-key voice. "What did you say? She's annoying?" He had to raise his voice so that the boy would hear him.

Really. Did paintings have no manners?

Alex watched as Samson looked at her as she flipped her hair, and she could almost see her irritation with the hair flip. It wasn't her fault that her habit was playing with her hair! Merlin! Her hair was so soft, it drew her fingers to it like a magnet, if he touched her hair he would understand, but that would be odd, seeing as how they had just met. Damon hadn't even touched her hair..
Hmmm...

Alex got lost in a daydream for a bit about Damon touching her hair, a cool breeze blowing cherry blossoms around them as they looked at each other through the pink swirling cloud.. Ahhh.. Never mind that there were no Cherry Blossom trees around here, maybe it had taken place in Japan?

Alex nodded as Samson finally spoke, So he was just happy due to being a 7th year. "Well, that makes sense, are you looking forward to graduating?" She asked him.

Samson smiled a bit at Alex as she spoke. Well, she really didn't know much about him since they had just met. But really, it wasn't about being a seventh year that he was so ecstatic about. It was what happened with his seventh year. The events were just amazing, with Issy being the center of it all.

Ahem. Anyway.

"Mmm yeah, pretty much," he said in a so-so manner, not really agreeing but not really objecting to the idea. He hadn't given away much information, so he didn't expect her to understand. "Although I'm sure gonna miss Hogwarts... and everyone in it that I've met over the years."

For one, Issy was going to stay for a year longer, and it was thoughts like these that evoked feelings of nervousness and jealousy at the thought of being away from Issy and leaving her to the hands of other boys. On the other hand, after she did graduate, they'd have all the time they needed to be together. Also, Samson would finally be able to stalk search for Gavin's whereabouts and resume their antics, greater than before, as though they'd never been separated.

But graduation was still far away. Or so he secretly hoped.

Lucille emerged on the corridor. She had never been here before, but how could she get lost? She bit her lip and spun around, trying to decide where to turn next.

Warren stepped away from the painting, why was he singing? it was terrible and it started to give Warren a headache. ''Yeah, shes cool really'' he chuckled. ''Mr Man in the painting.. please stop'' he pleaded.

Once he moved to the side of Torin he could see Lucille in the corner of his eye. Though the painting carried on singing even though he asked nicely for him to stop he raised his voice. ''Lucille! Heyy Lucille!'' The painting seemed to be getting louder which irratated Warren a lot!

Lucille turned at the mention of her name, and smiled to see Warren. She walked over to him, her brow furrowed as she took in a singing painting. "Thats some singing," she said, "Wont it stop?"

''Nope, Me and Torin have tried to stop him but he just gets louder.'' he said trying to block the sound away. ''I missed you today, i didnt see you this morning i must of missed you at lunch'' he smiled. The painting really started to annoy Waz even more!

"I missed you too," said Lucille. She reached up and kissed him. She turned to the painting, "Will you please sing a little quieter?" she asked it.

Warren smiled and kissed Lucille back. The painting suddenly stopped singing and apologized. ''He listens to you, he hates me and Torin'' Warren said. Well, Warren and Torin were shouting at him but they had to? Warren put his arms around Lucille and watched the painting stare at him, he then poked his tounge at him and smirked.