Lori grinned now, and tapped her SHOES some more now. The both were going, tap, tap, tap. Hehe. "Let me know when they're in and i'll check them." And make sure they were really sparkly enough. ha.

Oh for crying out loud. Reaching her arms out she pinched the pair of them with her nails and rolled her eyes. "Do you guys KNOW how immature and pathetic you're being? You're nearly adults! Seriously grow UP! Dylan? What would Goldie think ey? And Torin, you're a prefect for merlins sake!" Honestly!

He scowled at Dylan. Brody didn't matter? She mattered a lot and no one was gonna say that about his girlfriend. "Yeah, if she hates you I don't blame her. 'cause you were a lousy boyfriend according to her." And he was so much better than Dylan, so he would have to agree.

And then Lori started t him. Hey! That was no fair. "He started it. I was only asking how Gold was as a friend."


He didn't care that Gold was happier with Dylan in any sense other than that she was his friend. 'cause he didn't even love Gold anyway.

Dylan shook his head at Lori, "Hey I was only saying that I made her happy. Which is true." She was having a go at him for that. "Gold would love me. Cos she does anyway." It was true love. Like out of the movies. The best man won in the end.

"A lousy boyfriend eh?" he shrugged, "I wasn't aiming to be a boyfriend to her. I have never intended to be a boyfriend to anyone. Except Gold. But I intend to be alot more to her." Oh yes. He was going to marry her. Even if it was the last thing he did.

Eugh. BOY EGOS.

Lori rolled her eyes, and shook her head as she took a step in her common rooms direction; before turning to look at them. "Should both be ashamed of yourselves. Calling each other by last names, that's childs play. Immature, big ego'd people. I pity you both, and your girlfriends. Talk to you laaaater Torin! Bye, Dylan!" She tutted once more and skipped off into her common room. NAPTIME.

He shrugged. Lori was a drama Queen. But whatever. He was done here too.

"Yeah, I'm off as well. Later, Denver." He started walking back towards where he had come from. He would go get food from the great hall 'cause he wasn't in the mood to go to the kitchens anymore.

Ziva stopped after coming out of the kitchen waiting for Pierre. She took that moment to gather all of her long hair and pull it into a high ponytail. Once Pierre joined her she grabbed onto his hand and started playing with his fingers with both of her hands as they walked towards the Hufflepuff common room entrance.

Pierre came out of the kitchen and held onto Ziva's hand as she grabbed his. He noticed that she had put her hair up, but didn't comment on it. He walked slowly with her towards the Hufflepuff Common Room entrance, swinging their hands as they walked. He was still cherishing the silence and just being with her.

Ziva scooted as close as she could to Pierre, wanting to be as close as possible and not wanting to leave him as they came in front of the Hufflepuff Common room entrance. She let go of his hand and gave him a hug. "I'll be back, I'll grab a jacket real quick." She told him letting go and looking up in his brown eyes.

She muttered the password and walked into the Hufflepuff common room.

Pierre smiled to himself as Ziva scooted closer to him. Soon, they were in front of the Hufflepuff Common Room. He nodded and said, "I'll be waiting." He smiled and watched her enter her common room.

He put his hands in his pockets and waited patiently for Ziva to come back out.

Just knowing that Pierre was waiting ever so patiently...well as patiently as Pierre could...for Ziva to rejoin him in the corridor so they could continue walking, Ziva tripped over almost everything visible on her way through the common room. Even over her own feet, and possibly even air itself.

Finally, making her way through the enterence way, she tripped once more. This time Pierre was thankfully standing there to block her from falling and help her steady herself. "Let's hope I'm done tripping for tonight." She told him as she stood herself up straight and tied the jacket shut.

"And onward to get your jacket." Ziva said with a smile grabbing on to his hand again, ready to walk.

Pierre waited as patiently as he could. He wasn't much for waiting, but he knew that he was waiting for Ziva. He smiled as she came out of the doorway. Then, he saw her trip and quickly caught her so so that she wouldn't fall on the ground. "Let's home. My reflexes usually aren't that fast."

He watched as she tied her jacket around her. "Yes. Down to the dungeons we go." He chuckled as she grabbed his hand again. He started to walk towards the stairs so they could go down to the dungeons.

Lina dart up the stairs and into the corridor, continuing her explanation. "It's pretty simple... First year I used an untested potion on a student without her knowledge, and she grew a green beard. It was supposed to turn her hair green. I had an antidote, though! And it worked! But anyway, so I got detention and promised Professor Dumont that I wasn't going to test my potions on other students without their knowledge again. And I've kept true to my word. But technically I have to do that with the homework. After all, it's the same process that I had to do before, even if it's because we have to have a blind study otherwise they may react differently the way that they do a placebo. So, even though because you assigned the homework that's like having permission to do it, I wanted to get your express permission as I take my promises very seriously."

She took a deep breath. "And I assume that it's going to be only the potion as it stands, with no alterations. And while I'm very good at potions, I want to make sure I won't get in trouble for any... possible mishaps. Or at least, not another detention."

Really, the likelihood of a fudged potion was slim, but this was a promise she was talking about! And technically, even thought she followed the instructions, and it was fairly simple, she hadn't personally tested it, and had made it herself.

"I am grateful you had the presence of mind to ask. You absolutely will NOT get into trouble for testing your attempt at Camaraderie Concoction on a student, presuming it is the sample you made during class. You will, however, receive the most severe of punishments if you test any OTHER potion on a student or staffer ...at least, if you do so without my explicit approval." He tipped the girl a tiny wink. "I admire students with ambition that drives them to put in extra work in their studies. You ought to drop by the potions lab; I am certain you would find it to your liking." He smiled at her, continuing toward the headmaster's office.

She smiled brightly, grateful to have his approval. "I think I will have to do that!" She paused a moment in thought. "You explicit approval? Okay... Professor Dumont had only said they had to be well-informed, but... Well, I already had once incident, I will admit to you that. I'm sorry I didn't ask you first. I was only following what I was told before. It turned out well in the end, but I think I would be relieved to have a far more controlled environment for my testings. Something that I can talk with you later about, perhaps, when you have a modicum of free time?"

Ok.. so if Oliver felt all creeped out going back to the common room, he had no doubt Rodent Girl felt the same way. Worse probably. Cos she was a girl.. and girls were funny like that.

He slowed his usual long legged strides so he fell into step with her as they neared the Kitchen corridor. “The elves have been cleaning.” He stated matter-of-factly. “Well they'd done the Slytherin common room anyway.” No pool of blood in sight. He looked at the Huffie's face for signs of how she was feeling.

He gave her what he hoped was a reassuring smile but for some reason he was feeling quite anxious. He wondered if he was feeding off Miranda's girlish vibes.

They were getting closer... CLOSER! Miranda started chewing on her thumb nail, quite nervous about having to go back inside her dorm... And the sheets-
Her head snapped up at his voice. "Oh..." she said after a moment, swallowing. "That's good." Yes, yes it was.

She kept her head low and gave Oliver a fleeting smile as they neared the round door leading into the Hufflepuff common room. "Y-you want to come inside, have a seat on the couch...or something?" Her expression was one of slight confusion as she wasn't sure she could actually invite students from other houses in. But, her Badger manners told her to ask anyways.

Oliver made a face, turning away from Miranda to look towards her common room. He felt bad for her having to go in there alone.

“Urh..” He looked back at her a bit puzzled. “I would love to.. but I better not, eh? I don't think the other Yellows would like it much.”

He smirked at her, albeit a bit of a forced smirk and added. “I would if I could. Just take your time, alright? I'll be right here if you need anything.” Right here... unless the Psycho Surgeon came back for more when he was alone.

Gulp.

He nodded again. “Right here.” Nod nod.

Chew GNARL chew. She stopped destroying her nail and dropped her hand from her mouth. "Uh, yeah... okay." She said and nodded lamely, looking at the round door. Her eyes found the boy again when he told her to take her time. Pfft. She almost chuckled at this, making her lips show a hint of a smile. Miranda would run inside, get any un-destroyed clothes she could find, and get the hell out of there. And all of that with her eyes closed. Mhm, yep.

Okay, so time to go inside, right? Miranda hesitated, wondering if giving the boy a quick hug was too much...deciding it probably was (because, cmon, she was just going through the doooor. Silleh.), she gave him a grateful smile before turning to say the password and going inside the world of yellow.

Oliver gave Miranda a awkward smile then took a few paces back to allow her to enter the Huffie common room. Squinting inside it looked so yellow. Like sunshine and happiness – the yellow gave it a much cosier feel than the cold green of the Slytherin common room. Ah.. he wished he could go inside.

The door closed and echoed down the corridor. He was alone. Shiver. He frowned and leaned against the wall. It wasn't as creepy as the dungeons here but this was the first time he had been alone since he woke up all mangled on the sofa at stupid o' clock earlier that morning.

He moved both his hands up and rubbed his face, wondering who he could tell about this. His dad was a big no no; and his mum was out of the picture. Maybe he and Miranda should put their heads together and write to the Ministry.

5 minutes laterz


Ack! Stupid little... Grrr. Miranda stumbled down the stairs to the doorway and practically bursted out into the corridor. "Heya!" She greeted Oliver, slightly out of breath. She was now dressed in clean clothes - jeans, a sweater and one yellow and one purple sock on either foot. Not that she had noticed it much. "Ready to go?" She started to walk - or rather limped a wee bit - along the corridor, having stubbed her pinky toe in her rush to get the flappers out of her dorm room.

Her hand went into her pocked and she took out her yellow Hufflepuff knitted hat. "Oh, I got this for you... If-if you want it, to... y'know," she held up the item and gestured at his burned ear and the patch of...no hair he had. It didn't look that bad, but the way he was picking on it at the lake made her think he didn't quite want to show it off.

It was midnight when Arya steped through the painting and out of the common room. She a small smile touched her face when she looked around and saw no one.

It had been difficult to leave without her kneazle following. She could hear him scratching gently on the painting from the common room but knew he could not follow where she was going.

Looking aound the corridor once more, she lifted the hood to her school robe over her bandana covered head and dissapeared down the hall carefull not to be seen or heard.

“Woah!” Oliver put his hands out to stop Miranda from falling into him as she stumbled out of the Huffie common room. She seemed to be in rather a hurry to get out. Not good. “You look nice. Clean clothes. Nice.” He commented, giving her a one handed thumbs up. Much better without all that blood on her. Erk.

He smiled and nodded. Hell yeah, he was ready to get out of here and clearly so did Miranda.

As they began to walk, he looked down at her socks and chuckled a little. “Your matching socks are like mine then?” He looked at her with his eyebrows raised. “Negatively charged.” How could that be? That you could never find a matching pair of socks anywhere. They vanished into thin air. He was sure there was a sock eating monster living under his bed. “It's just one of life's little mysteries.” Hmm.

Was she limping? Had her leg been injured too? “You hurt your leg too?” He asked looking at her. As he did, he saw her producing a yellow huffie hat. He smiled warmly at the gesture, then started that incessant scratching of his bald patch again as he was reminded about it. “Does it look that bad?” He asked, turning his head to the side to give her a good look.

Ack! Not good to come crashing down on her friend. Even if he was a giant and she'd do minimal damage to him...but still. She was about to apologize when he complimented her clothes. Really? "Oh, thanks." She smiled akwardly, not actually having payed attention to what she picked. She just hoped it would be the right thing to put on the right body part. Snort. "You look good yourself." Not looking like he had been almost ripped apart by a werewolf. Oh Merlin.

Walking towards their next destination, she looked up confused at Oliver as he chuckled and mentioned her socks. She blushed. "Oh, yeah... I just picked up whatever was closest." Smiling embarrassed, she could feel her pinky throbbing with every step.

Her leg!? WHAT ABOUT IT? Eeeeeeeeeeeek! Breathe. Oh. "Ah, no, I, errr...accidentally stubbed my toe against my trunk." She made a face, scrunching up her lips. But she was still holding onto the hat, wondeirng if Oliver would take offense. He didn't. And he turned to let her see it. She totally grimaced.

It didn't look THAT bad, but you could clearly see the dissapeared hair and the baldness was not normal. "No... it-it doesn't. " She said, standing on her toes to get a good look. "It just looks like it might be cold, without it's usual hair to keep it warm...y'know?" Heh! Was that a stupid thing to say, or what?

Oliver nodded. Well she did. Clean clothes were nice. “Doesn't it make you feel fifty times better just to get cleaned up?” He asked. Yep.. and he had a new spring in his step as a result. He looked at her when she complimented him in return and smiled. “Thanks.” A compliment from Rodent Girl..? That was a first. Heh.

He took the hat from Miranda. “It's yellow.” He said with a look of mock disgust. “And all badgery, like. Gross. You expect me to wear this?” And then he thwacked her with it to show he was kidding before putting it on his head. “Whaddu ya think?" Jazz haaaands. "Do I look superawesomely cool?” heh! How could he when he was wearing a YELLOW HAT!? Meh.. but he appreciated the gesture from Miranda and she was right about him wanting to cover up that ugly bald patch of hair. “Thanks, Miranda.” He said softly, giving her an appreciative look.

Oh so his theory about negatively charged socks wasn't correct? So much for the wonders of modern science. Her leg hadn't been mangled – she'd merely stubbed her toe. That was good. “Where are your shoes, Miranda?” He asked her.. then paused. That question caused his brain to click onto something he thought he had forgotten about. Nancy's SLIPPERS! Oh maaaaan! He puked on them! He puked on her slippers then ran away from her! He made a face. How utterly, utterly cringeworthy! He'd been concussed as well as all mangled hadn't he?

He wished to god he could remember more than just puke soaked slippers. Poor Nancy. He owed her a new pair. He bit his bottom lip and continued along the corridor, deciding not to mention this memory to Miranda.

Kazimeriz grinned widely. "You are absolutely welcome in the lab at any time to discuss any and all experiments with me. I only ask that you do not do any brewing outside of the controlled lab setting while in school. It is dangerous- not only for you but for your fellow students. You are welcome to brew in my lab, however."

ooc- and UP to the HM office we go!