Oh! And suddenly the world was no longer yellow and black bedding!

Beaming up at Miranda and accepting the Chocolate Frog with a 'thank you very much!' Wesley promptly opened the wrapper and, carefully pulling out the wiggling frog, plopped it in her mouth.

Her very first frog had come from Aunt Priscilla. Feeling sorry for the tiny thing, Wesley'd tried to set it free - only to have Byron stomp on it. By the time she'd received her next one, the small child had been smarter. She'd put it in a shoebox, to keep as a pet.

It had melted.

And so, Wesley had come to realize that the quickest way to put a Chocolate Frog out of it's misery was to eat it. And that was what she did.As the squirming stopped and the candy turned to goop, the Hufflepuff savored the sweet flavor, appreciating this unique frog's life and thanking it for its sacrifice.

Cocking her head to the side as Miranda asked for help, Wesley nodded happily, and, after hearing the order, scampered over to the captain's trunk (by the captain's bed, which she remembered for that one winter's night not so long ago). At the sound of Sarah's voice, she quit fumbling with the clasp and turned her head around to listen.

Grinning, the 13-year-old nodded and attempted a wink back (which, of course, didn't quite turn out). At last, throwing the lid open, Wesley began to dig through robes, and quills, and horns, and

Eyes widening, the tiny girl pulled back her hands, letting the top slam with a thud. Blinking in disbelief, she opened the trunk once more.

Yep. Those were definitely horns. The horns, to be exact. Twitching, Wesley barely (but luckily) spotted some brown paper - the package - and, much relieved, extracted it quickly, careful not to touch the goat horns.

Re-clasping Miranda's trunk, she stood up, package in one hand, Chocolate Frog wrapper in the other, and, with a smile to...wasn't that one of her roommates?, left the fifth year's dorm for her own.

Creeping into the Third Year's Room, Wesley tucked the package and wrapper under one arm and - heaved - her covers off of the four poster, then picked up her fluffy pillow and propped it under her chin. Blanket dragging, the teenager had almost reached the door when she stumbled, letting out a small shriek. Quickly, though, she popped up, glancing around the darkened dorm with wide, dark eyes.

Hopefully she hadn't woken anyone up. And with that thought, the Hufflepuff left the area and, wearing Tall Kid's Uggs, padded down into the Common Room.

One shoe. Pair. Another shoe. Another Pair. One shoe. NO PAIR!

Feverishly hunting under her own bed, and then probably a couple of other peoples, Lori hunted for the missing yellow glittery heel, that she was attempting to pack. Might as well get some packing done, before everyone else started right? Then all her stuff would be ready, to leave. And maybe not come back. Sigh. It wasn't that she didn't want to come back, oh heck, she really did want to come back. But Alicia was dead certain her 'daughter' was in danger and she wasn't coming back. And you couldn't change what she wanted with anything, nor what she thought.

So there she was, behind stuck out in the air as she ran her hands across the floor under someone elses bed, attempting to find her missing shoe. Attempting.

walking into her dorm room, Kay walked to the window. Sighing she knew that she had to start packing. She really liked it here and hated having to leave. Summer would be great thou. She didn't have to go back to her grandmother and got to stay at Jason's. She loved her cousin and knew this summer would be different. Turning an walking to her four-poster. Reaching for her truck, she opened it and started putting some of her things in.

Being a little slower than normal in her movements since the 'incidents', Sarah had managed to get into the girl's dormitory without making much sound.And the sight that greeted her was - well - someone's bum.Raising an eyebrow she tried to work out who it was, but never having seen any of her fellow fifth years from that particular angle, she was stumped.So instead she just opted for the plain old - "What on earth are you doing under there?"

Leaning against the end bedpost of her bed, Sarah crossed one leg infront of the other and folded her arms.Some girl was fishing around under her bed, so she'd better have a good reason for it.Stealing stuff just wasn't on.Nope.No siree.

OW. Why on earth was the floor of this dormitory wood? Splinters were NOT nice. Nuh-uh. And they hurt alot. They really did, so now she had this throbbing pain in her finger, where it only got worse as she felt herself pull the splinter out in the darkness of under this bed. Oh, and she had a missing shoe, and speculation as to whether she was even coming back. But nothing big really, not compared to what had happened around here recently, in the past months, in this very room.

What on earth are you doing under there?

Ooops. So obviously this wasn't her own bed. But someone elses, or maybe it was just someone who wanted to really know what she was doing. But that voice really had sounded familiar. Like, really really. "Sa-OH MERLIN! CRAP!" Now that, had hurt worse than anything.

While figuring out who it was, and trying to wriggle out from under the bed, Lori's head had collided with the bed, and it was now reeeeally hurting. Finally after pulling her head out,. Lori grinned up at the prefect. "I lost a glittery yellow shoe." Sniffle.

"Lori?!" Sarah had recognised the voice straight away.When you are invisible and that is the only way of identifying where someone is you get used to it.She still jumped when she heard her shout though.But the loud thud that went with it explained why her friend had shouted.And Sarah didn't blame her.Sounded painfullll. "Ooooh," she cringed, closing her eyes at the cracking noise.

Backing away slightly from the bedpost, Sarah bent down as much as she could to get a look at the shuffling body.Now she came to think about it, that did look like Lori's feet.Nice shoes and all.Smiling when she popped her head out from under the bed, Sarah nodded her understanding. "I seeee," drawing out the reply to stop herself from giggling. "I can help you look if you like.Was going to pack away my things anyway...but - what makes you think it's under my bed? I didn't know your mess stretched that far...." Sarah gave her a cheeky wink and held out her hand to help her off the dirty floor.It would not do for a style queen to be down there.

OW OW OW OW OW. Headache coming, and probably a huge lump later on, but you know, all worth it if her shoe was found. Or so it had BETTER be found. Slowing looking up at the prefect, Lori clutched a hand at the paining region and giggled. "Don't EVER try that. It really does hurt." Which was obvious right? Had to be. She certainly looked in pain now, right? Scrunched up face and everything, and the fact she was clutching her head might have an impact. Hehe.

"I couldn't find it under my beddd, so i just kept hunting, and you know... there is ALOT of dust under your bed. I think you should complain. It's not at all healthy. I might DIE of dust inhalation." Which would be reeeeeeally bad for all of them. Because she would HAUNT them all.

Taking the outstretched hand, Lori hoisted herself up and grinned at Sarah.

Sarah raised her eyebrows as Lori looked at her and giggled.Personally she'd be crying in pain, but each to their own.Maybe she would get to that bit later, when no-one was around? Sarah gave her an amused smirk and shook her head lightly. "I can see that.Advice noted," she smiled, nodding her head in the affirmative.

"Ohhh, right," fair enough.Not under you're own, look elsewhere.WAIT WHAT? Dust? Really? The house elves were usually so particular about things.Die from dust inhalation? "Oh no!" Sarah's hand shot to her face, and she created an expression of mock shock. "Whatever.Would.We.Do...?" That was convincing enough, right? She gave Lori a wink, then dissolved into giggles herself. "Seriously, I'll take your word for it.Can't bend down far enough to see myself..."

Helping Lori up, Sarah returned the grin she was given. "Shall we keep looking then?" she asked, gesturing around the room.

Lori chuckled as she finally got up and then grinned at Sarah. "You'd all cry, right, and the none of you would be able to live without me, and you'd all mourn me forever and ever and ever, OH and you'd sell my shoes, and bury me in a shoe shaped coffin, those are my wishes. Please and thank you." Hehe. She was such a drama queen at times.

Hand loosely running along her plait, Lori sighed once and shook her head. "No! I already let you get hurt once, sit DOWN on your bed, STAY there, and let me look. You are NOT getting hut again." Not at all, it had alreayd hurt too much to see her hurt first time round.