Cadence smiled when he kissed the top of her head; she loved that. It made her feel adored. She slid her hands down from around his neck and just rested them on his chest on either side of her head. Opening her eyes again, she was starting to think that maybe she'd like to sit down for awhile, when a love seat materialized in the room, but she didn't say anything. She wouldn't sit until Nate wanted to.

Nate looked over Cad's head and saw a love seat slightly like the one in the Common Room appear. He picked her up and carried her over to the love seat. He sat down and thier song came on again. He kissed her gently for a few seconds and didn't say anything.

Cadence giggled as he carried her off to the love seat, and when he kissed her, she gladly kissed back. Then she simply stared into his eyes in silence for a few moments, their foreheads still touching. She didn't care what anyone said about her and Nate. They were so good for each other, such a perfect fit. And finally she spoke, almost in a whisper, "Nate, you make me really really happy, and I want you to know that that's a big deal because I haven't been really really happy in a very long time."

"I'm glad. I glad I make you happy because you make my insides fly and flutter. I get that little nervous feeling whenever I see you. You make me feel complete. You make me feel loved." the way my parents never loved me. He felt whole finally.

Usually, it took forever for Phoebus to find the Room of Requirement. But for some reason that day, it was just there. Weeeird. So he went in, completely expecting to find his usual random potions books and comfortable chairs but...there was that studio again. Like the time he'd...run into Adrienne.


And he just did it again! How was this possible? The Room wasn't supposed to work this way. But...it was. He looked thoughtful for a moment. Well...maybe it was just how it worked for him. He stopped and tried to figure out how to make his presence known without freaking her out. So he just decided to wait out the song, and announce himself.

Cadence smiled, a smitten expression on her face, and rubbed her nose affectionately against his. Then he said the word... loved... love... the word Cadence absolutely refused to say. And now she was scared. What if he said he loved her? What would he do? It would break his heart if she couldn't say it back! Her insides felt all twisted... not fluttery in the slightest.

Nate could see she was nervous but so was he. He thought it was to soon to say I love you but he almost felt it was true. He didn't want to make things akward but he wanted it to be romantic. He imgined the celing turning into a starry night. And it did. Wow. he thought to himself.

After a few moments, Cadence realized he wasn't going to tell her he loved her, and she relaxed again. Noticing that Nate was staring at the ceiling, she looked up at it, too. It had turned into something like the Great Hall, reflecting the star-strewed sky outside. She turned over onto her back and laid down, the love seat magically becoming a couch so it would be more comfortable. Her head was propped up against his chest, and she simply looked up and stared at the stars for a few minutes before she closed her eyes, snuggling in closer to him. Tonight had been perfect.

After several more minutes, the music playing on the record player wound down and Adrienne's dancing came to a close. Opening her eyes, since at some point while she'd been practicing she'd closed them, she took a deep breath as she did a few quick stretches. That had done the trick, as it always had, and she felt at least a little more in control of herself. Which was good, considering she had tryouts to run over the next few days.

Glancing at one of the mirrors before she did anything else, she jumped the slightest bit as she saw Phoebus standing there. Then, turning around, she tilted her head to one side a little as she regarded him. "Yknow, if I didn't know any better, I'd worry you were following me or something," she commented, before heading back to the chair to take her toe shoes off again. At least, it seemed like every time she decided to practice her dance at school he showed up. Although unlike last term, there was actually a reason they needed to talk. Other than their usual random conversations.

Nate twirled her hair a little when she laid on his chest. It was slightly cold and then appered a blanket. "Cad, sorry, but do you want this? You seem a little cold." he said holding above her face or slight below it.

Cadence opened her eyes to see what he was referring to. Then she smiled appreciatively and nodded, "mhmm. Thanks." she replied, and once she was covered up, she snuggled up close to him again and closed her eyes. After several moments of silence, she said, "I can't wait to throw a snowball in your face." with a smirk, eyes still closed.

"Well, I bet it hurts." he said not able to think of a comeback. He doubted he could do anything better than her in the snow.

Phoebus hadn't meant to scare her. But he could admit it ws weird, him just...being there. " Well. Yeah, I can see why you would think it." He said quietly. " But I didn't mean to scare you. Or startle...whatever." He waved it away. He walked over and the room provided a squishy chair and a big pillow fo him to scrunch in front of himself. A shield? Who knew.


" Um. I just came here to read some...but for some reason I ended up here." He told her. " Thanks, " He began, uncertainly. " For bringing me back my shirt," He glanced at her again and then away. He didn't quite know what else to say.

Cadence giggled. "It only hurts at first, and then your face goes numb!" she said enthusiastically, still snuggled up under her blanket. She attempted to stifle a yawn, causing her to make a cute squeaky noise. After a new fit of giggles, she settled down again, then settling to the point of being almost somber. "It will be awful going back to live with my grandparents for the summer, especially since I won't be able to see you. I hope this term goes on for.ev.er."

"I hope my parents will let you come home with me this summer. That way you won't have to be tortured by them." he said playing with her longish bangs now.

Her eyes snapped open and a huge smile appeared on her face. "Really, you think they'd do that? Because, Nate, if I go back to my grandparents, I won't be allowed out of the house until I get back on the Hogwarts Express." She imagined her and Nate running around, being able to spend the entire summer together. It sounded way better than perfection.

"Yeah but we don't have that great of a place. We live in a small condo-ish thing in downtown London. I would have to sleep on the couch so you could sleep in my room." he said stroking her hair. He hadn't been there in a while. He hoped they would let him come home.

"Oh, no, Nate... I don't want to take your bed! I would sleep on the couch!" she said, in protest. She definitely didn't want to put him out in any way, shape, or form. Nor did she want his parents to think she was a spoiled brat who was taking advantage of their son's affection.

"Yeah, like they would make you sleep on a couch. They probably build you some magically room as long as you were Hufflepuff." he said laughing.

Cadence giggled. "Well, I am a hufflepuff! And proud of it! And you should be, too!" she poked him in the side.

"I am. But I'm not obessed like my parents." he said putting his arms behind his head.

"Good. I'm not obsessed with it either. Just proud of it." she closed her eyes again and relaxed. If she wanted to, she could fall asleep right here. It would probably be the best night sleep she'd had in ages, but she knew that if they fell asleep here and didn't make it back to the Common Room, they'd be in really big trouble. It was just so... peaceful here. Quiet. No one else around. She loved it here. But she fought the sleepiness as long as possible.

Looking up again as Phoebus spoke, Adrienne stopped unwrapping the ribbon from around the ankle of the foot she had propped up on the chair seat in front of her. "I know. I think the school's just having fun playing with us," she said, before shrugging a little as she went back to taking her toe shoe off. Well, it was either that of the school was trying to get them talking again, but the odds of Hogwarts caring were fairly slim. Or at least she couldn't think of a reason why it would. But by now she was fairly sure of how the RoR worked, so the fact it seemed to keep bringing Phoebus there was certainly odd.

After getting her shoes off, she wrapped the ribbons around them before leaning over to slip them carefully back in her school bag, glancing back at him as he spoke again. Twisting her messy hair up behind her head, she stuck her wand in the resulting knot to keep it up before she grinned. "Obviously the room decided you had better things to do then read." At least, unless he was supposed to read record labels, there wasn't a lot of reading material in her room/studio. "You're welcome," she said then, as he spoke of her bringing his shirt with her to school. "It was easier to just leave it hidden in my trunk til I saw you again than to deal with the possibility Riley would find it." He was obviously still twitchy around her, which bothered her, but in the same respect she couldn't quite get herself to bring up what the issue was. One of them was going to have to, but it was still all so awkward.

Evan nodded at her dreamily, his mind on the game, signalling he'd tell everything when it was over. If Chelsea won, that is. He'd be too deep in sorrow if they lost to talk and explain stuff besides how bad and dishonest the team Manchester United was.

As United played the ball back to their goalkeeper Van der Sar, the commentator once again told the first 11s the teams were playing. "The visitors Manchester United is playing 4-3-3 with Van der Sar as a goalie: O'Shea, Brown, Evans, Evra; Fletcher, Carrick, Anderson; Valencia, Rooney, Giggs. And hosts are 4-diamond-2 with Cech at the goal: Ivanovic, Carvalho, Terry, A Cole; Essien; Ballack, Lampard; Deco; Anelka, Drogba." Evan turned to Marie. "All are world stars." he said, and immediately turned back with a little gasp when United came dangerous to Chelsea goal.

"An excellent pass from Evra to Anderson. Chelsea's pressing on him. He lays it down to Rooney. Rooney goes, passes Ballack, Rooney, Rooney, Terry meets him. Rooney shoots!.. Cech gets his fingers on it! Corner for United." Evan's face was white with horror. He wondered if Marie could hear his heartbeats, they were so fast. When did they pass to Rooney and he ran pass through the whoe defence? Turning at Marie he explained. "Corners are great opportunities for a goal. They are conceded by the defence team when they send the ball out from that line behind the goal; which is also goal line." He talked quickly to give his full attention to the corner. Luckily, Cech got to punch it and it fell in front of Anelka. "Now Anelka with the ball. Chelsea has a great opportunity to counter-attack. Anelka runs and lays it to Drogba. Drogba has Brown in front of him. He pauses, looks for team mates. United defence settles." He sighed. Though the ball was still with Chelsea and he could relax a little. Turning to Marie again, he explained the term 'counter-attack'. "Counter-attack means to attack after a danger at your own goal. Naturally, the opponent will have gone to your side with 7-8 players, and you can catch their defence unsettled and you have very high chance of scoring. But you must be faster than their defence, so it's hard to counter-attack." Now it was Lampard with the ball. A smile spreaded across the blondie's face. It was only five minutes and both teams were coming dangerous. Deco wasn't too far away from poking Anelka through, and then Ivanovic forced a save at the near post from Van der Sar. Evan, at both poitions, got his head between his hands and prayed for them to score. However, it was Manchester and Van der Sar and both were saved.

He got up impatiently as if he couldn't sit down and started pacing again. It was Chelsea with the ball, but they couldn't find a hole to pass through United's defence. He sipped at his beer. "What do you think?" he asked to Marie just to keep his mind away for a few seconds.

Marie sat there trying really hard to remember the names and positions of the players as the announcer said who they were. She was concentrating so hard on what was being said on the TV that she didn't even hear Evan speak to her. Hearing him gasp broke her concentration though. "What's wrong?" she asked as she looked up at him. Seiing tht he was watching the match and the look on his face she realized she had been concentrating so hard on who the players were that she forgot to actually pay attention to the game.

Looking back at the game she decided she better pay a little more attention to what was happening instead of who the players were. Okay so there are a bunch of guys at one end of the pitch and the announcer says something about a corner for Unite. She was just about to ask what that meant when Evan told her. "Oh, so that's a good thing then?" Well she figured it was a good thing for one of the teams, she just wasn't sure which one. Noticing how he looked a little calmer when he was telling her about corners and counter attacks she figured it was a good thing for his team right now, or was it?

They were only a few minutes into the game and she was already confused. As she watched Evan pacing she thought about how she really needed to find a book that would explain all of this. No, not a book, she would rather have Evan teach her. Yes, that would mean more time with him, something she was willing to do, no matter how long it took. Hearing Evan talking to her brought her back to the game they were watching now. "Um what do I think? Well, I tihnk there is a lot of action and...." 'and what? you have no clue what is happening that's what.' She wasn't going to tell him that part though, was she. "and well, to be honest, I am totally confused right now." Okay, so she was going to tell him. She really didn't want Evan to think she was an idiot here but wow, there was a lot to this game. If she just kept watching and listening then hopefully by the end of the game she wouldn't be so confused.