Actually...to be honest she wasn't. Trusting. So, technically Nancy was right. Only in this case it was soooooo obvious that Lucille did not like Torin. Totally. "Have I what? Believed you? No." She chuckled slightly before giving the Hufflepuff a wink. Yes, keep her talking. Anything that distracted her from searching for the portrait.

Her blue eyes locked on the walls Nancy searched the place frantically while quickening her pace slightly so that she would be at the not-yet-searched-part of the walls first. See, she wasn't that stupid.

"Yeah...exactly. Reese Upstead. Jake's Reese. Jack's Reese. To-" Was she babbling? Probably. Well, anything to keep Lucille to actually pay attention to the walls.

And then the race was on! Nancy dashed towards the part of the wall where the portrait was.

Closer.

Closer.

Almost there.

Lucille was never going to catch up with her.

Just a little-"What?!" Nancy looked around her, down at the floor especially, for anything Lucille might have warned her about. WHEREWASIT?!?

Of course she had to slow down slightly for this.

STOPSTOPWINKING!!

Winks were sooooooo distracting! Grr!

But MWAHAHAHAHAHA!!! The shoe was on the other foot nowww. Nancy had taken the bate. Shifty eyes shifty eyes. Lucille bit back the temptation to cry "made you look!!" and got down to buisness

"THE CAT!!" She cried. "WATCH OUT FOR THE CAT!! YOU'RE GOING TO TRED ON IT!!"

Lucille ran forwards, with the pretence of saving said imaginary "cat." She just hoped that Nancy wasn't to sharp when it came to noticing things...

RUN! RUNRUNRUN LUCILLE!!

Pant Pant

Ya know, biker boots wern't reeeallly the best type of running shoe....This was exactly the thought going through Lucille's mind when -

She tripped.

POOANDDOUBLEPOO!!

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Madiison did not miss that he hadn't told her what he had said in Japanese, but she DID notice his ears turning red. Giggle. With a siigh the redhead followed the fifth-year out of the kitchen. "So, you are Japanese then?" She asked as they left.

The girl felt a liiittle BAD about the Chinese-Japanese confusion (she hadn't actually SAID Korean out loud so she didn't feel guilty about that).

"'m half, yeah," he replied, pushing the portrait closed. One hand still on the frame, pushing it to make sure it closed all the way, he glanced over his shoulder and Madiison and let out a little snort of a laugh. "That obvious, huh?"

Most people... couldn't guess where he was from. Because he was technically from two different places. They weren't all that different, but... well actually they were. The default guess was often Chinese though, the one thing that he wasn't. Which... made him laugh.

"And Korean. Mum's Korean."

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"'m half, yeah," he replied, pushing the portrait closed. One hand still on the frame, pushing it to make sure it closed all the way, he glanced over his shoulder and Madiison and let out a little snort of a laugh. "That obvious, huh?"

Most people... couldn't guess where he was from. Because he was technically from two different places. They weren't all that different, but... well actually they were. The default guess was often Chinese though, the one thing that he wasn't. Which... made him laugh.

"And Korean. Mum's Korean."

"No, actually." Madiison told him, laughing. "I just ... randomly guessed?" Giggle. "I can never really tell the difference, I mean ... I've not been around many people from Japan ... or China."

Or Korea.

And then he told her he was Korean too. "Oh." Staaare. "I was ABOUT to ask Korean. But I thought ..." Pout.

ANYWAYS.

She was SLEEPY now. Eyes droopy and all. Well, not the eyes droopy part, but the sleepy part was true. "Thaaaaank you so much for ... umm ... the food." SMIIIIILE. Shiny smile. "And I'll see you later!"

Yes, she will.

She gave him a bright smile and a wave before heading off to the common room.

URGH. She had to climb SEVEN floors. SEVEN. O_______O

And she had to CLIMB them.

Couldn't she just fly?

Pout.

Small smile.

"Most everyone can't tell the difference, even though... it's pretty big." Huge, gigantic, honking difference. He gave her a small wave as they reached the end of the corridor, and he turned down toward the dungeons. "Thanks for... kinda making me feel better. And for putting up with me and stuff."

With that, he disappeared toward the dungeons, where his bed was most definitely waiting for him. And Merlin, he could not wait to get into it.

Wherewherewherewhere?!?!

Still half-running Nancy more like zig-zagged down the corridor to avoid whatever was in her way. Whatever Lucille had warned her about. Which apparently was a...

"Cat?! Where?" There was no way she was going to run over a cat. A snake, maybe but a cat? So not. Although..."Hey!" Pant! "Cat's aren't stupid, they-HEYWHATCHADOING?!" Lucille was running past her. Past her and...

TOWARDS THE PORTRAIT!!!

"You-you-you-" Nancy never got to finish that sentence - probably better that way as well - as she dashed off again after Lucille. Guh! She was never going to catch up with her. She had los-

Or not.

Hehe.

"Aww..." Nancy mocked her while running past her with a smug smirk on her lips.

What was she doing? She was WINNING. Thats what she was doing.

Well, that was before she had tripped. Poooop!

Aww? AWWW?? Little devil child, all smirky and stuff, when poor Lucille was HUNGWY!!!

Lucille scambled to her feet, "I'll give you "aww".." she muttered, which didn't really make sence, but hey, she didnt reaaallly have a lot to work with right here.

She began to run again. It was no good. And she had sworn not to resort to violence, although she could probably do with a heafty kick up the -

"Noooooooooooooooo!!" cried Lucille, all slow motion, as she reolised how close to the painting Nancy was.

Nancy.....Nanc...RHYMED WITH PANTS!!!!!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHA

FOCUS!!

She ran, did a movie-star style run up leap in the air, arms outstreatched at the back of Nany's robes. She soared- she was going to catch her, she was going to do it!! She was going to -

Miss completely.

Lucille landed with a loud "UMPH!" as she hit the carpeted floor, a good two meters away from Nancy.

Well THAT had worked. NOT.

Psht, acting like royalty... yeah, right. Enid wasn't too sure about the healer's story, but why would the healer lie to her? She would have loved to remember all the things she must have said and done, though. As she would also like to remember who gave her and Alexa that spiked pumpkin juice, just to know who to hex next time they went to Diagon Alley.

But enough of that. Enid was hungry. And she was looking for the school kitchens to steal some food from the elves. Only problem was, she hadn't been to the kitchen since her second year and so she couldn't exactly remember how to find them. She knew she was close, but she wasn't sure where to go from here. And so the girl wandered up and down the corridor, searching for some type of clue that might lead her to the location she was looking for.

Cesar as always decided he was hungry and wanted a midnight snack. Although he's been to the kitchen earlier today. Upon walking to the pear painting he came across Enid, the girl who drunk spiked pumpkin juice and deserted him in the waiting room after she was healed. "Hey Enid. or should I say 'ma lady'" he teased. "Heading down for some 'spiked' cake?" He laughed once again, internally as he awaited her reply.

Enid was snapped out of thoughts as a Slytherin boy approached her, greeting her as if he knew her (which he did, but of course she didn't remember) and teasing her. The girl narrowed her green eyes at him. Who did this Slytherin think he was, just randomly coming up to her like they were the best of buddies and mocking her?! "And just who, exactly, are you?" she asked, raising an eyebrow just very slightly. She wasn't too fond of Slytherins.

"Oh, nice great. Typical Gryffindor. You see? Im the guy who had to play little princess games with you and get you to the hospital wing to cure you. You left and didn't even let me know anything. I guess you and your little princess self went with you little princess friends, and played little princess games." Cesar replied with the rolling of his eyes and a small chuckle. He also began to tense up his arms in preparation, should she attack.

Enid, who had been nearly glaring at the boy all this time, felt her features soften up and her eyes turned from unwelcoming to surprised as he explained to her that he had been the one 'playing princess games' with her and got her to the hospital wing. Speechless, she merely blinked as she registered all of this in her head. "Oh, Merlin!" she murmured quietly to herself, merely staring at the boy incredulously for a moment before speaking again, "You took me to the hospital wing?" She had never really quite stopped to think how exactly she had ended up in the hospital wing; she had no idea a classmate - and a Slytherin at that - had been behind it.

"Please excuse this 'princess', she can't remember anything that's happened after she left the train earlier today," she told him with mock formality, almost in a way teasing at the tones she assumed she had been using earlier when she was under the influence of the pumpkin juice. "But seriously... thanks for that. If you're not too mad at me now, that is," she said, raising her brows slightly at him as he seemed rather bothered now.

Cesars facial expression changed from slightly amused to even more amused as this girl expressed she had no clue as to what occured during her day. "Its okay, and you're welcome. It was really funny actually." As Cesar began to replay the events that occured in his head he began to laugh out loud. "Ok so, when I met you, you were at the lake. You drank the water from the lank, and I told you mermaids poop in the water. This is when we met. From then on we carried a small conversation where you were someone of royalty and following a kings orders. I at first talked back to you in that way, playing along until I realized you weren't playing." Cesar paused with his story to laugh again as he recalled. "You were calling everyone peasants, and calling your robes peasant clothing. So I decided to take you to the hospital wing. We waited together for a long 2 hours till you were seen and the next thing you know that was it! Another hour passed by and I noticed you have yet to return. I came to get a snack, then went to the slytherin common room, got hungry again and made a round 2 and here you are." Cesar suddenly remember why he was here in this corridor. "Wait. that reminds me." He walked over to the portrait of a pear. He tickled the pear and open flew the protrait revealing the elves and enormous kitchen hidden inside.

Enid watched with a slightly puzzled expression as the boy seemed to grow amused by her words. What was so funny? Her eyes widened and filled with horror now… oh no… what had she done while charmed by that potion in disguise?! But before she could even ask, the boy was already explaining it to her. As he mentioned that they first met when she was drinking water from the lake, she made a face, and as he added that mermaids pooped there, she gagged. Grooooossssss! "Remind me to brush my teeth for two hours before leaving tonight," she said, her nose wrinkled with disgust.

She listened quietly and attentively as he went on, telling her of how she had been walking around calling everyone peasants and accusing her robes of being peasants' attire. Enid tried not to laugh and ended up snorting at this - Oh God. Peasants? She called her classmates peasants?! Suddenly she wished she was still under the effects of the potion so she could have an excuse to continue doing that… But before she could think on it too much, the Slytherin boy was tickling the pear and making his way into the kitchen. "Oh, right! The pear… and the tickling… I completely forgot!" she said as she followed him inside. "Well, while I do appreciate you helping me during my time of… insanity, don't expect me to fall at your feet and become your own personal slave. I'll return the one favour, but don't make it too complicated or I'll weasel out of it," she said casually, stealing an apple from the basket an elf passing by was carrying.

ooc: Next post in the kitchen. ^^

Brody smirked a little as she looked up at him. She had to admit to herself that she did rather like that he had been out in the rain, because it had made him look extremely attractive. She just hoped that he wouldn't get ill, because she didn't want her boyfriend being ill, even though it meant that she'd probably be able to look after him.
She giggled a little as she felt him nuzzling into her hair. It was nice to know that he obviously liked her hair. Pulling away she slipped her hand into his, and smiled. "Nope...it just makes it hotter." She giggled, licking her lips a little, before smiling. He was very hot though, much like herself. "How are you anyway? And why are you down near the kitchens?" Because that didn't seem like a very Jorma place.

Hehe...she was going to win. She was soooo going to win! Lucille didn't even stand a chance. She was da best. This felt really awesome. It was the first time she felt happy again...okay, probably not exactly happy.

More like smug. Hehe.

Nothing was going to stop her.
Only a few more meters.
Almost there.
Only a few-

"What the-" Nancy winced slightly at the tumult that was going on behind her. Whatever Lucille had tried to do it had so not worked. So not. That was, if the crash with which she collided with the floor was any indication.

Ugh.

Should she stop and go look what had happened? If Lucille was okay?
But what if this was all just some sort of distraction-plan once again. Noo, she was so not going to fall for THAT again. So not.

That was why she continued to sprint towards the painting.

Run Pant Run Pant Run Pant R-

THERE! Nancy skidded to a halt right before the wall with the painting...or at least that was the plan.
Reality looked a little bit different.
She had been way too fast and had of course - in the heat of winning this race - forgotten to slow down a little while before. Now, it was too late.

The wall was coming closer. Closer. Closer.

A few last helpless flails later and Nancy collided with the wall. "Hmpf!"

Lucille just looked up (after rubbing her now throbbing nose) in time to see Nancy running, running, running -

CRASH

HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA

What idiot runs into a wall? Someone thats name rhymes with PANTS, thats who. Snigger snigger.

Did look painful, though.

Lucille couldnt help it. All thoughts of reaching the painting fell from her mind, she was in heaps of laughter. She got up from the ground, still chuckling, only to see Nancy imbedded with the wall, double up; in fits of laughter and graduallllly fall back down again.

"PHHAA - YOU - YOU-- HAHAHAHAHAHA!!" She gasped through giggles.

She wiped a tear from her eye. "Are you - ar - you - are you ok?!" she gasped.

Teeheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee.

O.U.C.H! OuchOuchOuchOuch!

Nancy inhaled sharply as she collided with the wall. That really hurt! And no, she had not run into it head-first...no, she wasn't that clumsy...okay, technically she was - she had run head-first into a wall before after all - but not right now. Nono.

It still hurt to crash into a wall even if you manage to flail around so much to "cushion" the impact with your bare hands. Yes, it did hurt. A lot. And Lucille wasn't exactly helping either. Not at all actually. She was making things worse.

Guh!

It was with a glare that Nancy whirled around to face the Hufflepuff who was doubling over of laughter even though IT WAS NOT FUNNY! So not! Okay, it probably had looked funny, however, it certainly didn't feel funny. "Not!Funny!" She more like hissed, especially cranky due to the pain throbbing in her right wrist.

No, so not funny. Carefully testing whether her wrist was seriously hurt by making a circle-like movement Nancy bit her lip as a twinge immediately followed the movement. Ouch.

But..."I reached the portrait first!" Somehow she suppressed the urge to stick out her tongue at the younger girl.

She had won!

"Wrong!" Lucille gasped. "VERY funny!" And she was off again, barely standing, in fits of giggles.

HAHAHAHAHAHA

Gosh she was cranky. Anyone would think that Nancy had just run headlong into a wall - OH WAIT, SHE HAD!!ahahahaha

Ok, so Lucille had lost, but it didnt matter. She was laughing to much to care. "Ok," she gasped. "Go ahead. Get your food. Ima control myself."

She breathed, took a moment to calm herself and drew herseld up to her propper height.

Right. That was better. Now, she would just go over to Nancy and -

AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA . The sight of Nancy swirling her wrist around had done it, and she was off again with a huge snorting snigger. Teehee.

"Hospital wing?" She spluttered.

Ella was laughing so much by the time they reached the kitchens that she had to breathe a couple large, deep breaths to steady herself. For a moment she just looked at Carter with an open mouth, smiling, then burst into laughter again.

Where were the ice creams?! Ella had become much more energized with their little run. And he held her hand.. it suddenly felt more special instead of Nate holding it all the time..

"I scream, you scream, we all scream for ICE CREAM!" Ella yelled. Not that loud, but considerably loud.

Carter laughed along with Ella. Letting go of her he went up and tickled the pear. "Ice cream!" he cheered with her.

(Yup, they must have looked crazy to anyone around.)

"After you." he said as the door appeared.

Ella watched him tickle the pear, then smiled and entered inside. She noticed all the things (and elves) scurrying inside, yet she saw some tables someone had probably set up. She took a seat and said, "So. What flavor?" She finally seemed to calm down after running and laughing so much, which happened so often with Carter. She tucked back her hair into a ponytail so the lavender-scented strands of hair wouldn't interfere with her face, or her ice cream.

Brrrrrr... it was so darn cold down here.

Jake mentally facepalmed; WHY hadn't he at least picked up a JACKET?! Eh. Too late now, if he kept going back and forth, somebody might wake up.

The pure fact that it was now a minute-... no.... waaaiiiiiit... TWO minutes past midnight meant that the corridors were void of students. So, freezing his tail off, Jake shoved his hands deep into his pockets and made his way up to the Entrance Hall.

November; say it ain't sooooooo.

Pierre walked down towards the kitchen level, Ziva's hand still in his. He walked as slowly as he thought necessary so that Ziva wouldn't be in too much pain. He looked at her and smiled every now and then, mainly checking that she was still doing all right. Before he knew it, they were almost outside the Hufflepuff Common Room. "Well, here we are." He made no notice of the fact that they were still holding hands.

Ziva couldn't help but smile a little, though she was in a bit of pain and was emotional at the moment. She was happy that Pierre hadn't taken his hand back and held onto hers the whole trip.

"I don't really feel like resting." Ziva murmed towards one of the paintings, there were few down this end of the hall for some reason.