"Spain is a nice place," Gold said, with a little smile. She would like it if he lived in Spain, that sounded like a good country. But she did not have a problem with Oxford, either. She would like to get a change of scenery, in fact -- a place that was not all French.

"France," she said, reaching out to touch his hand. The thought of her country always reminded her of amazing things, made her feel awesome. "Well, not really, I guess. My family moved to England, this summer. That's why I attend Hogwarts, now. I planned to go back to France, once term ended but, of course, that might not happen now. France is always going to be home for me, though."

That was actually truer than she made it sound.

A lot, lot truer.

"I want to move out to America when I get older and rich. It is nice and warm out there. And they speak English," Dylan chuckled. He couldn't really speak any other language. Maybe a little bit of french. But not alot.

"You live in France? It is meant to be really romantic in Paris. Though last time I was out there it wasn't that romantic," he shrugged. "Why won't that happen? You can still go back. You don't have to spend long with me. That is ok."

Oooh. "America seems like a spoiled sort, though," Gold said, with half a smile. "You know, rich and polluted and... not French?" Yeah, that was her real problem with any other country. Except England. She liked England, it was really pretty. But France?

You couldn't beat France. It.. is the best.

"It is romantic in Paris," Gold said, with a grin. No one could say it wasn't! "It's a gorgeous place, and it can be all fairy-like, at times... and I have to go home too. I'm probably going to spend the rest of the summer with my parents, or friends." She shrugged a bit.

"I would live north of the spoilt part. Where it is green," Dylan smiled. "I prefer that sort of living. It is what I have grown up in." His family was quite well off. He wasn't a snob or anything. He just prefered it. "French? I can't really converse with the french. I can only speak English. So it is a bit of a problem."

"Maybe we could go to Paris some time," he smiled. He would like to go with her sometime. Maybe for their anniversary or something. As a treat. "Well if you run out of places to stay, my door is always open to you."

"Well quite a story, honey" Rex told Kay. " I like the way you help others, but I know you will slow down, everything will be great" Rex said to Kay."Well, Jason can talk to Harry before your Quidditch match" Rex explained to Kay. " I do not expect you to change overnight, but to gradually change back to the first time we met" Rex smiled at Kay." Promise me, you will eat a little bit more, ok?" Rex asked Kay.

Gold had to chuckle, at his words. "I've grown up in a well-off environment," she told him, with half a smile. "But one that has been free of pollution. So I guess that's what I like."

"I can teach you French." She had to grin, again. She didn't really imagine she could. Teach him, that is. She wasn't a very good teacher. She was good at healing, though. Very.

"That would be lovely," she straightened up, wished there was a couch somewhere around here and, of course, one popped up. Grinning, Gold dropped into and looked up at him with happy, green eyes. "I intend to visit you, this summer anyway."

Rawrr.

"I am sure nothing is ever free of pollution, especially not France. America is highly polluted, but not as bad as places like China and Japan," Dylan smiled, "The place I want to move to is relatively free of polluted air. Well it should be."

"I'd like that. But it may just end up you speaking French to me," he smiled, "I will just listen." He had heard the language was quite hot. "I will listening intently though."

"Oh good. I will make sure that there is somewhere for you to sleep," he smiled. "Hopefully a nice warm bed." He turned around on his piano stool. "There is always a place for you to sleep, if you need it."

"I didn't say that," Gold said, with a frown. "I said *I* have grown up in an pollution-free environment." She had, too. She crossed her arms against her chest, and gave him a bit of look.

BAD Dylan for suggesting BAD stuff!

"I can't teach to save my life," she admitted, as she twirled a strand of red hair, around her index finger. "I know French brilliantly, but I don't think I could teach anyone. I'm a pretty terrible teacher." Not a terrible learner, though. And yes, she was glad of that.

Very.

"Thanks.... I love you."

Dylan smiled, "Where was this pollution free environment? I wish to venture to it. It sounds quite clean." Oxford was relatively clean, in comparison to London anyway.

"I am sure you are a fantastic teacher," he chuckled, "I know you would teach me alot. Even from me just listening to you." Oh yes he would learn loads. He knew a few French words anyway.

"I love you too."

Watching Rex, Kay wondered if he had any more questions. "I guess it is. Do you think you can deal with a crazy girlfriend?" She asked laughing a little. "I dont want Harry or Jason getting in trouble because of me. I dont think I will ever find out what happened and I just have to deal with that." She said twisting her robe a little. "I want to be that person you met is past summer. I really do." She didn't want to be like this. "This time of year is just hard on me. I promise I will eat and not worry so much." Kay said taking his hand. "Well you help me? I mean...stay with me. I don't want to lose you like I did my parnets. It's nice to have someone who will listen."

" You are not a crazy girlfreind" Rex told Kay. " Harry, Jason or myself will not get in trouble because of you" Rex said to Kay. "Well I understand it is a hard time for you, but you have to be like me, Harry and Jason because you have some strong Gryffindor traits , please us them" Rex explained to Kay. "why do you not ask the Ministry Security to help you find out about your parents?" Rex asked Kay. " You have me all the way" Rex hugged and kissed Kay on the cheek.

"Thanks." Kay said leaning her head on his chest. "The problem is I did try. They told me they couldn't tell me what my parnets were doing. It was Auror business and that I was to young to understand. If they ever told my grandmother I will never know. I know that Harry has been trying to find things out and even he can't get them to talk." She said sighing. "I know I have Gryffindor traits. Sometimes I think I'm in the wrong house. But as sad as I was when I got here the hat put me in Hufflepuff." Kay told Rex. Hugging Rex tighter she looked up at him. "I love you, you know that right? Thanks for helping me."

"Well, you remember J.J. Starr right? " Rex asked Kay " Hopefully he can helps us out and influnce them" Rex told kay. " I know you love me and hopefully with all your heart" Rex said to Kay.Helping you is what I love doing" Rex smiled at her.

Thinking she was trying to remember him. "Oh, yes he was at the castle. Do you think he would help me?" She asked Rex. "Would you write to him. I mean I don't know what I can tell him other than they were Aurors." she said sadly. "My mum and Dad did talk to me about their work. They said I was to young." Kay said thinking of them and listening to Rex. "I do with all my heart and my soul."

Gold frowned. Was he mocking her? He had better not be, because she could throw a fantastic punch.

Not that she wanted to punch him, hehe.

"My hometown," she said, with a shrug. "My real hometown, anyway. It's a magical community and ... and I guess you wouldn't know of it. You should come, sometime. Maybe meet my friends."

Yeah, she would love that.

"I am not." She shook her head, firmly. "I can't teach - at least, not French." A few subjects, maybe. But a language? Nah! "I can heal, though." And, frankly speaking, that was all she wanted to do.

Now and ever.

"Oh it's magical," Dylan nodded. That made more sense. Magical communites tended to be not very polluted. "I'd like to come visit your friends. Like Sachie." Oh yes he wanted to meet Sachie. Talk to her about billywigs and love potions.

"You can heal? Like a superhero, or like a nurse?" Dylan smiled. She wanted to be a healer. Very interesting. Maybe she could come heal with him when he moved to America.

Of course it was. "We have a few muggle-borns," Gold said, with a smile. "But no non-magical people." Even though that muggle-born family next door, they did tend to keep two cars.

"Sachie would love to meet you, too." Her face broke into a really warm smile, at the mention of her friend. She missed Sachie! Even though Sachie never, ever made her feel forgotten.

Superhero? Nurse? "Like a healer, Silly."

She stuck her tongue out at him.

" Yes, I am sure J.J. Starr would help us" Rex told Kay. "Well, at leasy J.J. could hrelp" Rex said to Kay." Lrt's go sweetheart to the Villa" Rex smiled at Kay.

Ella stumbled herself into the Room of Requirement by accident. She had been hoping to go out and play some Quidditch because it had been so long, and in she came to a room that looked exactly like the Quidditch field. It had to be the Room of Requirement.

" Hello Ella, long time no see" Rex told her. " How are you?" Rex asked Ella. "Doing good in classes?" Rex asked Ella.

Marcus nodded at the girls as they explained what they were thinking about when holding their shields up. He thought as much. Well he didn't know what they had been thinking about but that they had been thinking different things at the same time.

"When you are holding your shield in place, you must simply concentrate on the one thing. Ivory, you were thinking of walls, barriers and mirrors. And Arya..."Marcus looked at her and chuckled softly..."well you were thinking quite a few different things. You need to focus on just the one thing at the one time."

He stood up and gestured for the girls to do the same and released his wand and gave it an upward flick and conjured another shield. "It takes quite a bit of practice but as you can see I can still talk to you and hold my shield in place. And in time you two will be able to do that too but for now I want you both to simply concentrate on your shields alone."

Marcus dropped the shield and looked at Arya again, "When I was first learning to keep a shield in place. The only thing I concentrated on, was the shield itself. To conjure one and to simply keep it in place, I didn't worry about what was coming towards me or how wide I could make it. I simply focused on keeping it in place. Once I had that down then I moved on to other things I could do with my shield."

He looked between the two girls and raised his eyebrows, "Did you know that you can use a shield charm offensively as well as defensively?"

"I think everyone round me is muggle," Dylan shrugged, "They sure act like muggles. With their demon cats, and their cars." They had a car, but it was rarely used, mainly just for show.

"Just as long as she doesn't attack me. I don't feel like being mobbed," he smiled. No hugs or billywigs. His body couldn't handle it. Especially not the billywigs.

"Healer is the same as nurse. Superhero, not so much." That would be an awesome power though. To heal oneself. Wolverine kinda did that. Wow you are too nerdy boy. What is wrong with you?

Gold had to smile, at the skepticism in his tones. Well, sort-of-skepticism. "Let them," she said happily. "To each, his or her own." Live and let live, right? That was her rule.

She raised an eyebrow. "Sachie wouldn't attack you." She was Gold's best friend, not some crazy lunatic. "Why should she?" Sachie was only interested in Dylan because Gold was. No other reason.

Never would be, either.

"No, it's not," she had to frown at the misunderstanding. "A nurse is a person who looks after the general treatment of a patient - is responsible for communication and maintainence, and other stuff of that sort. A healer, on the other hand, is a person who has properly studied medicinal magic, and specialized in one or more branch or branches of it. Healers are generally a lot more learned, and can tackle dangerous stuff that a general nurse would not be able to."

"Not to mention," she suddenly looked up at him. "You need at least an E, in NEWT-level Potions, Charms, Transfiguration, Herbology, and Defence Against the Dark Arts, to qualify in any good institute of healing arts, while training to be a nurse is generally easier, and less vigorous."

Dylan was silly, not to get the difference.

Really.

"Well she sent you billywigs. I reckon she wants to bump me off," Dylan nodded, "To try to save you from some sort of anguish." Yep that was exactly it.

And then she went off on a rant. Not quite a rant, but a long description of the role. "Oh. Sorry. Maybe I shouldn't call Ashford, Nurse then." Wow who knew you needed so much stuff just to fix sick people. Then again you needed alot of things just to go to WADA. Oh well. Study study study.

Gold had to roll her eyes.

"Toy billywigs, Dylan. TOY billywigs."

...

Eh? That was all he had to say? Gold raised an eyebrow, then shrugged and let the topic go. "No, you shouldn't," she said, as a conclusion of sorts. "She's a healer, not a nurse."

Cue smile.