"Because I didn't know she just wanted fame. I ound that out when she found out who my mother was," Tyler threw his head back and sighed. Good thing about being a famous person's kid, people know you. Bad thing about it, people use you.

Cadence smiled at him when she pulled the folded piece of parchment out of her pocket. "Okay, well, I've never actually read my poetry to anyone before, so don't laugh, okay? Most people don't even know I write poetry." She cleared her throat and took a deep breath, suddenly very nervous. She had never done this before. What if her poetry was really bad? Well, she couldn't change her mind now. Cadence unfolded the parchment and began reading quietly,

When she was finished, her face blushed a slight red and she folded up the paper, her hands a little shaky, and put it back in her pocket. She looked into his eyes, searching for his response.

Nate was speachless. She had written that for him? "Wow. That was amazing. You are really talented." he said holding her hand. "How about we go try to find some more of my friends?"

Cadence beamed up at him, ecstatic that he had liked it and hadn't laughed at her. "Thanks!" she said cheerfully, squeezing his hand. Oh... more of his friends..."Um... okay! Sure! I'd love to meet your friends!" as long as they're nicer to me than Nikki was.

"Let's head back to the common room then. Maybe somebody will be there!" he said helping her stand up.

Alex giggled a bit. "I think that was it, because I was here the whole time." She nodded seriously. "Can you still see me? Are there floating green dots in your vision? Anything else that you are having trouble seeing?" She asked as she picked up a small white hand and waved it in front of his face. "How many fingers am I holding up?" She asked holding up three fingers. She arched an eyebrow as he spoke. "Well, I am glad being blonde doesn't automatically make my IQ drop. That would be terrible." She joked a bit, but her smile faded as he spoke. "No, that is not what my goal in life is, that is what I have been groomed to become." She had a half Veela, what else could she be but trophy wife, just like her mother. Stuck in a loveless marriage who decided to have her own life and leave her eight children behind. She sighed a bit.

Alex smiled a bit. "Oh I enjoy the sound of the rain, and the ice cream, it is the flashes of lighting and booms of thunder that I can't stand." She said grinning as she watched Chris take another huge bite of ice cream. "I agree with you, turnips are gross, as are peas, squash, brussel sprouts, anchovies, cashews, mushrooms, cooked carrots, horseradish..." She trailed off as she looked at Chris, who had his hand on his head, she let out a laugh. "Well you took a big enough bite of ice cream.. it's no wonder you have brain freeze." She said with a giggle.

Getting up to stretch her legs Marie walked aroud for a few minutes before she went to sit next to Evan. Sitting on her feet and turned towards him she noticed how relaxed he looked. This was the most relaxed she had seen him since before the game had started. "How did you become such a huge football fan?" She thought maybe if she wasn't asking him questions about the match they were watching that he would stay relaxed and not get worked up again. She had a feeling he was going to need all of his energy for the rest of the game, especially if Chelsea did not score soon.

Evan sipped at his butterbeer and watched the ads quite calmly while thought of missed chances for both of the teams. To him, Manchester looked more dangerous. He wanted Joe Cole in. Deco was fine and all, but he was old. Why did Ancelotti left out Cole anyway? He was the fans' favourite! Though Deco wasn't that bad... this game was still so close that it could turn to either side. Hopefully it'd turn to Chelsea side.

"It's family tradition. All my family is into it pretty much." He chuckled as he remembered how his grandparents would argue over a match like they were real sportsmen. And their points would be pretty good too, they read the game perfectly. He'd always had the impression that his grandfather should have become a professional manager. He was retired and was the coach of a primary school in Manchester. He did it so good! "Isn't it a game to love, though?" he asked rhetorically. Hmm... the game should start soon.

So his whole family liked football. She could understand family tradition, her family was a quidditch family as far back as she could remember. Her great grandfather had even been seeker for the Slytherin team when he was at Hogwarts. Marie however did not get into the game as much as her family would like. First she doesn't like quidditch, and now she is starting to like football. I guess you could call her the rebel of the family.

"Well I don't know if I could say I love the game yet, but I think it is something that could definately grow on me." Getting her to even watch a game, let alone actually learn how to play it was saying a lot for her not being a big sports fan at all,

Evan smiled hugely again. If he worked enough, then it meant he could gain a fan for football. He definately would.

The commentator announced the game would start in a minute, and all of Evan's attention turned back to it again.

The game started with a Chelsea attack, which, naturally, excited Evan pretty much. It was a Drogba 30-yarder after O'Shea had misjudged Cech's kick was high and wide. He laughed at O'Shea's mistake and groaned when Van der Sar got his fingertips on the ball and conceded a corner, which turned out to nothing.

Referee Martin Atkinson had been quick to blow up any sort of contact, especially front players on defenders with Evan's groans and some complains, but it was the other way round when Ivanovic became the game's first booking. The right-back stretched and tapped the ball before following through on Giggs's knee, right in front of the protesting Manchester United bench. Evan jumped to his knees then with hands open to both sides, but not to the yellow card at Ivanovic. He yelled at Fergie, United's manager, who obviously annoyed him pretty much. "The ref showed card already, why complain?!" He rolled his eyes and sat down. It was followed by United attack, which got him pretty nervous. Though Carvalho, Chelsea's outstanding performer, superbly blocked a Fletcher shot and he breathed in relief. Joe Cole had to come off the bench for Deco who barely got his foot on ball.

"Hmmph," Lucy said as she made a face. She hated people who used you for their own personal gain--not her idea of cool. "Well, aren't you glad you got rid of her?" And found me, she thought in her head as she smiled.

"Well, of course I'm glad I got rid of her," Tyler smiled and looked at Lucy. But his ex-girlfriend still had his mom's trust, which still a bad thing. Tyler shoved that thought out of his head and switched his attention back to Luce. "But I have you now," Ty kissed Luce again and smiled.

Lucy grinned at him and kissed him back. Okay, that was like the third kiss today--but she wasn't complaining!! "Aw, thanks," She said. She played with his hoodie again, humming to herself. "I really like your hoodie," She said nonchalantly. She liked all his hoodies--he barely ever wore his robes.

"Sure," Tyler smiled and shifted a bit in his seat. Luce started playing with his hoodie again, something Tyler was already used to. "Thanks, I can tell you like all my hoodies by plying with them everytime," he chuckled and took it off. "You can have it if you want, and when we go to New York, I'll ask my mom if she can let you design you own,"

Lucy raised her eyebrows as he took of his hoodie and offered it to her. Ahh, she felt bad for taking, just like with Mr. Snuggle Bear! But there was only one Mr. Snuggle Bear, and and he had like a million hoodies. "Really?" She grinned slowly and put it on, the arms dangling down because it was too big on her of course. "Thanks LoverBoy. I owe you now," She said as she snuggled in the hoodie, smelling Ty's scent. "As for your mom--she sounds pretty amazing. But how do you know she's going to like me enough to make one for me?" She asked him with her eyebrows raised again, playing with his fingers this time.

Tyler nodded as Luce put on the hoddie, but now she said she owed him one. "You don't need to owe me anything. It's just a nice gesture for an evil girl," he laughed and pulled Lucy towards him again. Her red hair fell on his face, and her usual scent went into his breathing air. "She is, unless we're arguing," he laughed and passed his fingers through his hair. "I can always pull some strings with her, but since I'm the baby of the family, I usually get what I want,"


Evil Smile.

Lucy grinned at him and pulled his cheeks. "You know you love evil girls," She said with a smile. As he pulled her closer, she closed her eyes again and leaned into him, smelling his cologne. "Spoiled brat!" She said with a laugh. "I'm the same way, though--I get whatever I want mostly because I'm an only child and my parents have no one else to spend their money on," She said with a giggle. She was sooo spoiled--her father had gotten her a horse one time just because she liked the one her cousin had. And she only rode the horse once. But she still took care of Beauty...sometimes. Hehe.

"Only certain evil girls," he chuckled and shook his head. "I'm only spoiled because I still live with my parents," Tyler ruffled Lucy's hair, knowing she would get somewhat upset. "Well my parents spend things on what they only need, not waste it on useless things like my brother,"

Lucy giggled at his response and wiggled under him as he ruffled her hair. "Ah, stop ruining my perect hair!" She said with laugh as she ruffled his hair--but he liked it, of course! "My parents are too attached to me," She said. When he mentioned his brother, Lucy raised her eyebrows yet again. "Useless?! Aw, don't say that! By the way, how many siblings do you have?" She asked him, cursing herself for not knowing.

Tyler laughed as Lucy preferred her hair to be ruffled. But then she ruffled his. "Why thank you, it needed some fluff," he laughed and slid his hands on out of Lucy's hair and around her again. "Mine too, but my brother is a jerk who ruined Kitty's life by making her mom leave and now she has a stepmother she doesn't like," he said, feeeling some anger grow in him. "I have 2 siblings, a sister and my brother," he said and sighed.

Lucy rolled her eyes at him and hugged him again. "Aww. I feel bad for Kitty," She said sadly. She loved her parents and didn't know what she would do without them, even though they babied her sometimes. "Oh, okay," She said as he told her about his siblings. Then, after a moment's silence, she spoke softly. "You seem angry."

"But Kitty's a strong person, she always makes it through everyday," Ty smiled, being proud of his little crazy niece. Tyler played with with Lucy's fingers, threw a moment of silence until Lucy spoke to him. "I'm okay, maybe just a bit upset, that's all" he said and scratched his head.

Lucy nodded her headed as he talked about Kat--it was true, she was really brave about it. In face, Lucy hadn't even heard her complain about her step mom. But she had complained of her dad once. She let him play her fingers and then looked up at him. "I'd be upset, too." She really wanted to ask him about all of this, but was scared that he wouldn't want to tell her. "Ty...why did Kat's mom leave?" She asked him soflty, avoiding his gaze.

Tyler nodded and sighed again. He rubbed his face and sat up more in his seat. "That's a question only Kat can answer. My brother told us she left because she wasn't happy, but she would've taken Kat with her too," he answered. Ty didn't know why, but he sure wanted to know as well.

"Hmm... must be," Chris said with a slight shrug. "I can see you for the most part now- but my eyes are still recovering," he faked, blinking rapidly as if he were trying to clear his vision. As she held up the three fingers, he reached out and took her hand. "How are you doing that with your fingers? It looks unnatural," he said lifting them as if he were holding them up to a light. You have them pointing in all these different directions..."

He raised an eyebrow as she said it wasn't her goal. "Well, if that's not what your goal is... what is it then?" He made a face as she said that was what she was groomed to be. "I might not know a lot about that sort of thing- but that doesn't sound like the happiest life," he said quietly.

Chris chuckled as she mentioned not being able to stand the storm. "Well... you just have to look past the sound and appreciate the beauty of it. I promised you earplugs, didn't I?" he asked, taking out his wand. He raised it and tapped her on the head- providing her with earplugs that would filter out the noise of the thunder, but allow his voice to drift through. "That work for you?" he asked her, tucking his wand back in his robes. He winced again at the brainfreeze and then offered a sheepish smile. "You would think I would learn..." he said, shaking his head. "Oh well..." and with that, he stuck his spoon back into the carton for another large spoonful.