Fyo nodded at Blake. "Yeah, wonderful is right," he agreed. "I know plenty of awesome people I could never have gotten to know, if I hadn't attended Hogwarts." He was glad he had. It was like a part of his very life now, and he could not even bear to think of leaving it.

"Yes!" He said enthusiastically, when she mentioned Quidditch. "It's a pity Gryffindor didn't win. We were an awesome team. But Hufflepuff played quite excellently," he admitted.
Awww, that was such an adorable idea! "She would love to receive a few, I think," Fyo said. He had sent her one earlier, but he wasn't sure if she realized ... how bad her condition was.

He didn't want her to, either.

"Being a prefect must be tough," he said, sympathetically. He knew some people whose friends thought them 'real scarce' after they became prefects. Looked like that could not be helped. "I'm pretty sure they haven't changed that much, though," he went on, thoughtfully. "Cela looks the same as last year. Daphne ... you should see Daphne for yourself! I haven't seen her in a ... long, long time." A couple of weeks, in fact.

He grinned when Raiden mentioned Calming Draughts. Ah yes, he remembered the lesson quite well. "You're good at them, too," he reminded Raiden. "Yours turned out very well."

Nikki walked up to the Owlery, smiling the whole way. Blake was coming! Even though her dad hadn't replied (she hadn't even sent the letter yet!) she had a feeling that he'd say yes, after all she was his only daughter. She made it up and looked around her owl. Spotting Brownie, Nikki gestured him over.

Double checking himself in the boys dormitory mirror, Blake raced towards the Owlery hoping to be there before her. Ugh, he still had to write the letter.

He dashed into the Owlery and frowned. Nikki was already there and her owl was hovering above her. Turning his frown into a warm smile, Blake whistled and called out his baby scops owl, Punky. Yawning, he sneaked behind Nikki and leaned towards her ear, "Morning.." He greeted her with a grin and leaned back on a nearby wall, "Can I have a peek at your letter?" the Slytherin asked, a sly smile stretching across his face.

With a warm smile, Blake whistled and called out his baby scops owl, Punky.

Nikki was watching Brownie soar above her. She didn't even notice the sound of footsteps coming up behind her. "AHH!" She screamed turning around, taking her wand out. She looked at Blake, frowning. "Don't do that! You almost gave me a heart attack." She said chuckling. She put her wand away. He wanted to look at her letter? Why? "Why?" She asked raising an eyebrow.

Brownie flew down next to her. Nikki took out a bag of treats and pulled one out, handing it over to Brownie. Brownie refused to do anything before she was given a treat. Stupid owl...

Girls are so..... silly sometimes. They always think a monster is roaming around just to scare the living daylights out of them. They're always jumpy, 24/7.

"Thank Merlin it's not a heart ache." Chuckling, he petted her owl, "Is it a he or she?" Punky - who was right above Blake, landed on top of his head. He mostly gets jealous when Blake gives attention to other animals, "It's alright...Punk, come down and why do you hafta ruin my hair all the time?" He said, patting his perfect hair. His hair was precious, alright.

"Just wanted to make sure you'd written Blake and not your crushe's name." He said winking at her, the crush thing was still a mystery. He'll be stalking her now. Must find out.

"It's a she. Her names Brownie." Nikki said, chuckling as Blakes owl landed on top of his head. "Aww...it's cute." She said. "Your hair looks fine. Your so obbessed with how it looks." She said rolling her eyes playfully. She looked at Brownie and tied and her letter onto the owls leg. "I made sure that I put your name." Nikki said. Did it matter? Either way she'd put Blakes name down right?

Blake nodded at Fyo and giggled a little."I mean my sisters are here and that makes it nice to feel like my little family here too, but its great to meet new people.its someone thing that I think has been the best since I came here!"she said,giggling.

She nodded."My sister plays for Hufflepuff Quidditch team"she said,shaking her head."And that was all I had for about two days.We Won! We Won! We Won!"she said,giggling again."But yeah,they did really really well..both teams"she said nodding."Im not a huge fan of Quidditch but I felt like I had to watch it"she said,giggling

Blake held on to Raidens hand gently as she waved her wand.But when he jerked his hand away,she almost dropped her wand.She held on tight just to make sure she didnt,she smiled at him."Sorry if I scared you"she said,smiling again.

She nnodded at him."No problem"she said,smiling sweetly.She let go of his hand.She was quite pleased with herself that she was some use at something or another.She listened to the boys talk between themselves for a moment.They clearly needed some time to catch up.She smiled sweetly as they joked.

Alex made her way up to the Owlery, she called her owl down and sighed as it alighted on her finger. "Hey Snowball, do me a favor okay?" She asked him softly, as she attached Torin's locket as well as a letter to his leg. "Take this to him, hopefully he won't kill the messenger." She watched as her baby took off and soared down the ground, headed for Torin.

"It's fine," Raiden said quickly, nodding at Blake. "It just surprised me, is all. I hope I didn't offend you or anything."

Hmmm hmmm cards for Fyo's sister... well if Fyo liked the idea then they should totally do it! Raiden grinned, more thoughts racing through his mind about this plan. It would be really awesome...

"First years like to do crafty things, maybe we could get a few of them to make a bunch for her? She'd like that, wouldn't she?" Because getting a bunch of cards would make her feel warm and fuzzy inside, right? That's how he saw it, at least.

Rah. Prefect stuff. He made a face as he thought of it. He was the youngest prefect, and the least experienced at telling others what to do and stuff. Enforcing the rules was more difficult when you didn't want anyone to be upset that you were doing it.

"It's... a job, to say the least" he mumbled, tapping his chin as he finally thought of the word to use. One that he didn't think he was particularly good at, but... well he had it, and he tried? Trying was good, right? "I'm sure Daphne is probably still angry with me..."

Even though she'd sent him Christmas presents, he hadn't seen her or even heard about her since the whole 'I'm going to jump out the window' incident. He'd seen Celandine a few times, but... not really much that counted. Classes and other things. It wasn't much fun.

"Ahh cute name. Brownie, meet Punky, my owl." He said petting the tiny baby scops owl on the head. "He's a boy." He muttered proudly before stroking her owl Brownie gently.

"Oh you're making it sound as if you're not obsessed with yours." He said eyeing her and folded his arms across his chest, "I need a parchment and quill. Still need to write my letter." He leaned against the wall, tapping his foot swiftly.

Bwaha.

"It must have been crazy," Fyo said. He could imagine what it must be like to have a super-energetic sister - he had one, too! But she had aroused his curiosity, now. He tilted his head to one side, and gave her half a smile. "So who's your sister?" he asked. "I'm curious, now."

Curiosity = DEAD Lion.

Noooo goood.
"She would," Fyo said, with a nod. He could imagine Nova, now, tucked into bed with a big, pretty book and ... reading through some yummy cards! Oh, she would love it. "But I really don't know who I could get to make some for her. I might send her a few more, myself."

A job? Raiden did not sound like he was ... too happy about this. Maybe because he was new at it? "You must have gotten used to it," Fyo said, a bit sympathetically. He could only imagine how tough it could get, to be a prefect. Especially in freaky times like these. But Raiden was doing quite a good job, and the fourth year appreciated that.

"How come?"

Daphne = angry = why?

Nataly stormed into the owlery, looking panicked. She still couldn't believe she was Imperiused almost all year. She was forced into hating werewolves and doing all these horrible things she did, like sticking posters on the wall and making rude graffitys, destroying the stone gargoyle, and of course, breaking into Bontecou's office. And the damage was done - she was sure many people saw what she, Copernicus, Satin, Alex and Brody did to that poor wall.
With a heavy heart, she decided to send a short letter to her parents, requesting them to transfer her to Beauxbattons. She was too ashamed to return to Hogwarts.
Nataly didn't even notice the students in the library at first, but then she heard the voices and looked up. "Oh, Blake, Fyo, Alex." she anknowledged them shortly. She hoped they didn't notice her misery.

Tammy huffed a little as she made her way over to Bristol. This reply was NOT nice at all. Not even greeting the owl, she tied a ribbon around his foot and re-read her letter.

Nikki giggled at the cute little owl on Blakes head before looking at him. "I'm not as obsessed with my hair as you are with yours." She said sticking her tongue out at him. She turned to Brownie and petted the bird.

"Uh, I think I have a quill with me, but no parchment." She said grabbing a quill from her back pocket and holding it out. Untieing the letter from Brownie, then opening the letter, Nikki tore the bottom half of her letter off. "And theres your parchment." She said holding the black piece of paper out.

Mmm, who was that? Fyo looked up, and saw Nataly, a Slytherin he had only talked to once before. That in class, in fact. She had mentioned her dislike for werewolves, then.

When she spoke of those, her words never felt too natural. Because hatred was not a nice thing thing and - in the fourth year's opinion - never natural. Nature couldn't have intended something like that.

"Hi there, Nataly!" He said, politely. "How are you?" Long time, no see would sound a bit cliched, you know.

Running up the stairs to the owlery he stopped in the doorway and leaned against the wall with a sigh. Sliding down it until he hit the floor. This was not how things were supposed to end this term. Pulling out his piece of parchment and a quill in his pocket that he kept on hand he dipped it in the ink and held it to the parchment.

Why did Fia do this? Why?! He thought he and Fia had been over this. Brody was his friend nothing more. She'd always been his friend. And since Fia and him got together her jealousy grew more...for what reason he didn't know. He'd seen no one over the last few months. Choosing instead when he couldn't find Fia to spend his time reading or studying. He hadn't even seen Brody until yesterday. Looking down at the parchment he crossed out what he had written.

Looking down at the brief and pointed sentence he hung his head and crumpled it up throwing it onto the floor. His eyes caught site of the watch on his wrist and he took it off. And threw it with the paper, hearing the face crack on the watch and burying his head in his arms feeling very much alone.