Sabel spared a small grin to the Prefect. "Haven't you heard? Getting in trouble is what I do with my spare time."

He closed his eyes again, grateful for the supporting hand Raiden had put on his shoulder. He remembered seeing butterflies about and he wondered if he was going batty...wing batty.

"That sounds...rather painful..." Bludger's...hadn't they related Neptune to a bludger at one point? Or was that Choluna? He kept his hand on his head and just sat there. That's all he needed to do, was stay still and it would go away; he hoped.

"I'm just...really dizzy is all, and visions a little...fuzzy." He waved a hand in front of his closed eyes. "But I'm alright....How's...everyone else?"

"Good thing I've been around to keep you in check then," he replied, returning the grin with a small one of his own. "Just sit still for a while. It takes a few minutes for everything to readjust and stuff, you should be fine though."

Bludgers... yes. They were painful. Luckily the one had only grazed him this summer; a quick turn had saved him from getting the entire left side of his face smashed up. Still, the clipping had hurt worse than catching them in the stomach... which he'd done often...

His dad hadn't seemed very worried over his health this past summer. Not as much as before. Which made Raiden wonder if he knew at the beginning of the summer, that Raiden was pretty much better.

Focuuuuuus.

"They hurt a lot. If they catch you full on? Probably crack your skull, at least." Wince. "And if you catch it in the face, you can kiss your straight nose goodbye. Much better to catch them in a more solid part of your body. Best is your stomach. Long as you didn't eat like a pig before that..."

He glanced around at the others. The little one was still sniffling a bit. She said she'd bumped her head, but she'd seemed okay, for the most part. Probably just a little bitty bump. The Hufflepuff was... she had butterflies. Obviously she was okay. And the other Ravenclaw girl seemed alright, except she looked like she was favouring her side... got the wind knocked out of her, maybe?

"They all look okay. The uh... the Hufflepuff one might've twisted her wrist, and the little Ravenclaw one's still sniffly..." He looked at the Hufflepuff. "You're okay, right?"

Ivory looked around at the effects of the aftermath. Everyone seemed to be alright now at least thanks to the boy who Sabel seemed to call Raiden. Raiden, even thinking his name made her wince.

Growing up in a family full of boys, little brothers as it happened had not made her protective character any less potent. She had to admit she had acted rather brusquely rambling about spells she had never even tried, much less preformed.
Her gaze was one of awe as she saw him conjure bandages and bind Arya's wrist and to even help Sabel up. As it was she was extremely happy that no one had shed any blood. That had always been the point of no return for her. Even thinking about it now made her feel queasy. Blood. She shook her head to clear it of the nasty thought.

Her gaze turned to Arya and she gave her a hesitant smile. "It's a good thing you're okay. I have a really big fear of hospitals and can imagine how you feel. Although I imagine it's that's much better because of Raiden" she said ruefully casting him an abashed smile."..and Allison of course." Shooting a genuine smile in her direction. It was just the sort of thing for her to do to cheer every one up.

As she dwelled on her unexcused rudeness, she felt herself begin to blush for the umpteenth time that day. This time she couldn't quite put a cap on her emotions and stopper the feeling before she felt her scalp tingle as it always did right before it began to change color. Thankfully, it was quite dim lighting so no one notice.

With her left hand clutching her side where someone's elbow or knee or some pointy part of their anatomy had dug into her kidney, she rose to her feet. She knew that the odds were she'd have a killer bruise there but no damage, at least no serious damage.

Trying to stay in the shadows, she called out to Raiden. "Hey, Raiden, right? Listen," she rushed on before she started stammering the way she usually did."I'm sorry. I just...well, I have three little brothers and my dad's a healer and I have a bit of an overprotective side it seems. But," she finally lifted her eyes toward him. "That's no excuse for my behavior. I just, well thank you." Deep breath. "I didn't even know how to pronounce those spells or use them, and I don't think I could've if there was blood. In fact I probably would've.." she trailed off.

It was at this point that she realized that she was rambling and he probably saw her as a silly hypocritical first year.She stifled a groan, barely her first week here and so much for finally fitting in and making new friends with good friendly first expressions. At least everyone was okay.

Shifting his weight so that he was sitting with his back against the cool stone wall, Sabel closed his eyes again, blocking out what light cast the twisting images into his vision. Despite everything, a small, dopey smile touched his lips and he reached over, patting Ivory's foot; the only thing he could reach.

"I don't think you need to worry too much about him. You were just trying to help. That's nothing to apologize for."

Glancing up at Raiden she gave a smile. "I'm better, just a small headache. And my wrist is fine...so long as I have the ice.Thanks again."Her headache had subsided some when she stoped crying and her wrist had stoped throbing with pain. She looked down at her bandaged wrist, moving the ice into a new position.

The butterflys helped her mood alot, flying around her head and resting on her shoulder. Allison knew her well, she would have to do something for her. She looked through the butterflys to Ivory returning the smile. "Me too."she said simply. That was as far as she was gonna go with telling them about her phobia of hospitals. She had just stoped crying and wasn't about the start back up again.

She leaned her head against the wall with her eyes closed as she listened to Sabel. He was the only one that hadn't comfirm his well being. And hearing his voice, it calmed her to know he was alright.

Lifting her head to look back over to Raiden she smiled again. "Oh, I'm Arya by the way."All the pain had made her forget that he didn't know her name. She had just realized that he kept referring to her as the Hufflepuff. Looking away she went back to her previous position of resting her head and eyes.

Huhwhat?

"Eh? 's fine. No big deal," he offered, not taking his eyes off Sabel. "Are you alright? You're kinda... favouring your side."

He didn't have to look at her to see that. He'd seen it more than once when nudging her aside. Most likely she'd caught an elbow or something, as there was nothing sticking out of the wall to catch herself on.

"Nice to meet you, Arya. Not the nicest of circumstances, maybe next time it'll be better, yeah?" Sabel was making him worry. How hard had the kid fallen? Did he have a concussion or something? Stone floors were hard. "Sabel, can you open up your eyes for a minute?"

Muttering a quick spell, he lit his wand. Better to be able to see the kid's eyes decently.

"How did you all manage to fall, now?"

"Uhm...Allison and Arya stopped..." He really didn't want to open up his eyes, not when the world was shifting as if he was back on the moving staircase. "I tried to stop, slipped on a peice of moss and my feet went that way," he pointed in the direction Allison and Arya were sitting, slowly opening his eyes. "And I went that way." Points the other way. "And oohhh that's bright......"

The least Raiden could have said was 'open eyes to bright, shinny light in your face'. He groaned a little at the intensity of it and kept one hand sheilding his eyes. "Really, I'm okay..."

At this point, Allison was more entertained by her own butterflies than Arya. Moving so she followed the flow of the small mid-night blue insects. It was astonishing and beautiful to Allison, to be able to conjure such lovely things--in her opinion, took great lovely thoughts. And she had them of course. After all, her mother had always called her her sweet little one.

Allison Scott at times was an anal freaky little brain child. Anyone could see it, and everyone denied it. Crossing Allison on a full blown tantrum...yeah better to deny it. However despite the flaws, she was a child with a pure heart. She had no hate nor regrets towards anyone or anything. Even with the great knowledge that she carried the last name of a horrible family, had relatives that could wish nothing more that she was nothing to them, and had never met a single kind person until Hogwarts--Allison could still not manage up the hate that anyone would say was required.

So even when such little things like butterflies could entertain her so, Allison was well aware of her surroundings. It might have seemed she was distracted, but truthfully she knew more than she wanted to know.

Sparing the new arriving prefect a glance, "Allison Scott," she stated her name and began to conduct the butterflies to an imaginary tune in her head.

"Ah. Gomen." Raiden pulled the wandlight away from Sabel's face a bit, but leaned in to look. His pupils were all even and stuff, so... hmmm. Maybe he was just easy to rattle. "You don't look like you have a concussion, your pupils are all even and stuff, and you're not bleeding, so I think you're right."

Of course. There should be some spell to keep moss from growing on the floors, really. Raiden put out his wand light and looked at the patch just as the little Ravenclaw announced her name.

"Right. Well Allison, are you okay? Nothing hurts or anything, right?"

Why was he addressing her like she was a six year old. With a shrug, he pointed his wand at the moss, vanishing it from existence. That way... this wouldn't happen again with anyone else. Because if one person could do it, then... surely ALL of them could do it. Sigh.

Does anyone feel the unerring urge to see the nurse?" he finally asked, rubbing his temples. "Or will everyone be okay, given a few minutes?"

Sabel.

Once the wand was removed and Dr. Kururugi was done examining, Sabel closed his eyes and put his hand back against his head. He was glad Allison had ceased crying and was walking around.

"Eh...as long as those butterflies I'm seeing are real, I should be good." He gave the Prefect a thumbs up with his free hand.

The tone of the boy's voice registered in the back of her mind but she ignored it, still conducting her butterflies Allison stated, "If you mean, does the huge mountain growing out of my head hurts? Then, um. No." And boom everything went black and she fainted. JUST KIDDING!

Raising her arms she did the same thing she had done previously in class. She dispersed the butterflies and turned her attention to Raiden. Giving the older boy an X-Ray look, Allison observed him carefully, much like he was a science project. He was very much taller than Allison, at least by a foot. And his features screamed of cute adorable asian decent. However, she was much too young to define an older boy as cute so she opted for "seemed like a cool kid." About to give him a huge grin, her charm failed when she noticed he was in Slytherin. As of that day Allison had made very FEW acquaintances from that house.

Manners were manners, and the least she could do was thank him, "Thank you for not falling on us."

...why did little kids feel the need to be smart with him. Just... just... whyyyyy. Raiden caught himself before he could turn and give her a look, instead focusing his slightly annoyed gaze on the wall next to Sabel. He was tired and still grumpy and Merlin forbid... sigh.

"Do you need to go to the hospital wing?" he asked finally, looking at h- why was she looking at him like that. His eyes widened slightly in surprise. Like... he was some kind of magical creature to be ogled at. We are not a unicorn, Allison Scott! "You're... welcome?"

Why would he have fallen on them?

"Your vision's clearing up, then?" he added, glancing at Sabel.

Dropping his hand, Sabel cracked an eye open at Raiden. "Yeah, a little I think." He waved his hand vaugely. "Still fuzzy and spinny and like riding a broom, but its fine."

His eyes flicked over to Allison, who had a rather fond expression towards the Slytherin written all over her face. Despite her complaint about a bump on her head she seemed to be...well she seemed like Allison. Which meant she was fine.

"I hope so..."She said to Raiden with a hint of a smile. She was still leaning against the wall with her eyes closed. Listening to her friends talk and feeling the butterflys resting on her head and shoulders. Her headache was still present but not as extreme as before. She could hear someone getting up, craking open her eyes she noticed Allison playing with the butterflys. She decided against joining her, remembering the look Raiden had givin her.

Instead she removed her wand, giving it a swish and she said, "Papilio". She watched as little yellow butterflys flew over to Allison before closing her eye and putting her wand away. Preforming the spell reminded her of the homework that she had yet to start. She was gonna be stuck in the library all day doing it. Pushing the thought away she wondered what Perseus was doing. Probably in the loby basking in front of the fire...lucky.

"Hey...the singing stoped."Arya remembered that they had heard someone singing a song she couldn't quite remember the name of. It was from a movie...or something, oh well.She had completly missed the look Allison gave Raiden. She herself forgetting that her was a Slytherin Prefect. Of course she was forgetting alot at that moment. "Raiden...I don't suposse you know where we are?" They still didn't know where they where but she was pretty sure it was no where close to the castle grounds.

Taking a deep sigh she opened her eyes again to look at her bandaged arm. Removing the ice pack she carefully turned her arm this way and that. It wasn't hurting as much with the bandages but she didn't dare touch it. Replacing the ice she sat deciding whether she was gonna try to walk around or not.

Much like a member of an audience at a muggle tennis game, Ivory's head whipped this way and that following the exchanges and Allison's and now Arya's butterflies
Remembering she had been asked a question, she turned her attention to Raiden.

"Oh well," she gave a weak laugh pushing a strand of hair behind her ear.

"I guess I am. Someone, I'm not gonna say who, but someone has a very bony anatomy" she snuck a sideways glance at her friends who pretty much all seemed to have a thin stature.

"I must have taken a 'kidney shot.' She admitted, using the term she'd heard her brothers use all the time, happy to not be stuttering or apologizing or even ranting anymore.

"By the way, I'm Ivory." she extended her lithe hand in greeting. "The klutzy first year, that fell on top of everyone."

Alright. Ivory, Allison, and Arya. Raiden filed the names away in his memory, making a mental note to ask their prefects later if they were all okay.

Well. Ask Miles. The recollection that she was the other Ravenclaw prefect suddenly hit him once more, much like his own watered down kidney shot. He winced slightly, an expression that was barely noticeable, yet probably evident to any trained eye.

"Nice to meet you, Ivory. I'm Raiden, Raiden Kururugi... Ice might help if it's still very bad," he finally said, shaking Ivory's hand and managing a smile. "D'you want me to conjure you up another pack?"

His eyes rounded the group again, an automatic urge. Allison was obviously okay... Arya was talking, which meant she was alright. Ivory was fine. Sabel remained the only one with enough trouble to make him worry. But the boy was fast recovering, at least it seemed it, so... yay?

Hopefully, Miss Healer Avalon and Miss Intern Healer Trelawney would have been pleased, had they any way of knowing that were they here, they would have been saved from having more patients.

"Down in the dungeons," he said belatedly to Arya. "Though I can't say... this is an area I've frequented."

In fact, had Allison not let out the almighty wail she had... he probably wouldn't have realised this area existed at all.

"...did you hear the singing before or after you all fell down?" Stare. Maybe she needed the hospital wing after all.

Ivory let a smile play on her lips at Raiden's concern.

"Actually," she started, "if it's not too much trouble, an ice pack sounds quite ice right now." Wincing again as she, not quite too intelligently poked her bruise again. Seriously, it was like some weird compulsion to have to make sure it any hurt was still there. Maybe it was simply a rite of being human, who knew.



Inadvertently, her hand rose to her cover her mouth and stifle a giggle at the look on Raiden's face as Arya asked about the singing.

Raising a hand in agreement (and later cursing herself for probably appearing like a little kid), she backed up what Arya had said. "I heard it too."

Cracking open one eye, Sabel peered at Arya with a mischevious grin, the image of the...dungeon as Raiden had pointed out they had gotten themselves lost in...a little clearer and less boyant.

Adorning the accent he had taken on earlier in the passageway he tilted his head at Arya in mock concern. "I told you Mr. Frodo, it does us no good being down here looking for that Gollum creature. It was prob'ly him you heard singing that crazy song. Him and his stinking fish. Please Mr. Frodo, it will do no good going after him."

Twitching at the sound of more Lord of the Rings, Allison held her wand tight and dramatically turned to point it at Sabel at the same time shouting, "Orchideous!" At once Sabel was showered with white roses, so many of them that Sabel was not quite visible among them.

Letting out a stream of giggles, Allison clutched her sides. She had wanted to shower Sabel with roses as to annoy him, but it hadn't been her intention to bury him with them. Not being able to stand up, the young girl simply lay on her back laughing the pain of her head away. What better medicine to pain but laughter?

"So sorry! Actually no. Not sorry. Too funny to be sorry!"

Allison rolled around on the floor a bit more, when she realized that the conjured butterflies by both Arya and her own were flying now towards Sabel, if she had a camera with her she'd taken the picture; it was one heck of a memory.

Sliding her back up the wall, she was carefull not to move her injured wrist or hit her head. She was tired of sitting still, and feeling alot better she decided to walk around a bit. They hadn't really had time to explore the dungeons what with the accident and all. Her headache was barely existent, except for small pains that came when she moved too fast. She was following the butterflys now, her wrist pressed against her body and shelded by the ice pack.

A small frown touched her face for a second when Ivory spoke of her injury. She still felt bad about all the cayos she had caused, even though she knew Ivory was probably joking.

She stoped a few feet away from Raiden, Sabel, and Ivory facing in thier direction with butterflys circling her. A grin on her face she thought about what Raiden had said. "It was before the accident...I can't remember what song it was though."He probably thought I hit my head just a little too hard.She watched as a butterfly landed on her bandaged wrist, still thinking about the singing. "I think it was a girl."

She bust out laughing when Sabel went back to the game that they had been playing previously. Her head started to hurt slightly but she ignored the pain. She sighed dramatically, "I guess your right Sam. Looking for Gollum was just a lost cause. I didn't think he smelled that bad Samwise....just didn't bathe a often as us. You shouldn't talk bad of him though, he has a good heart."She winked, moving the ice pack to its previous position.

A huge grin crossed her face as she looked to Allison. Though she didn't expect the flowers, she should've guessed that Allie would do such a thing. Walking over to Sabel she pretended to look worried. "Are you alright Sam?"Turning back to Allison she shot the girl a playfull look of anger. "Really Pippin...you should be more carefull. You could've really hurt Sam."Knowing that would drive Allison crazy, she faught back a laugh.

what what what what?

Raiden stared at Sabel for a moment, his wand absently flicking to conjure an ice pack for Ivory's side. Had... they all lost their minds? Was this how that girl on the swings had ended up crazy?

Samwise?

"Maybe... you all do need to see the nurse. I can do a few things, but I can't... fix whatever just happened to you all."

Stare.

Raiden didn't have a spell to reverse crazy.

Nicoletta stopped in front of the secret passage. She had heard it didn't go very far but slipped inside anyway. It was basically, a tunnel. True, it went hardly anywhere but it was almost like a large classroom with stone wall. Walking down the tunnel, Nicoletta tripped and put her hand out to the wall to catch her fall. She twisted around and landed roughly on her butt. She looked at her left ring finger which had been jammed due to the wall. She pulled her wand out. "Episky," she muttered.

"Mr. Frodo! Someone has blown out the candles!!" Popping his arms out of the mess of flowers that covered him like a heavy blanket, Sabel waved them up and down in a state of pretend panic. "It's gone dark Mr. Frodo! I think someone has cast a spell on me!"

Reaching out he grasped Raiden's leg gently, leaning forward to look up at him and blink rapidly. A few flowers fell out of the way to reveal just his eyes. "Gandalf! You must save Mr. Frodo. I fear the end is close for me!"

Then, through the fuzzy haze, he saw the rather perplexed and disturbed expression run over Raiden's face. A small snicker escaped him that he couldn't hold back and he tugged gently on the fabric he clutched in his hands, acting desperate. "Please Gandalf, he must get to Mordor to destroy ---"

AAAAHHHHHHHHHHH CCCHHHHHHOOO!!!

Flowers went everywhere, as did butterflies. A great spread of petals and leaves and bouqettes all over the stone floor as his sneeze echoed through the dungeon.

A few remained on his lap and from what he could tell, in the mess that was his hair as he leaned forward a dropped his head in his hands, groaning. Sneezing while the world spun and in the possession of a throbbing brain did not conform well to one another.

Laughing at all the Lord of the Rings references and Allison's obvious repulsion of them, Ivory leaned against the wall clutching her side. This time in laughter.

Remembering her earlier attempt at finding a way out she volunteered the only information she recalled.

"Umm well, I believe that way is north," indicating the wall behind them. "But well unless someone remembers which direction the entrance is, it doesn't help much knowing that."

Allison's fit of giggles soon ended when she was called Pippin. Holding onto her slightly throbbing head and glaring at the lot of them she stood up and scowled. "Of all the things you could call me. Of all of them. Arya you call me after a mousy hobbit? A mousy hobbit from The Lord of the Rings?!" In Allison's eyes Pippin was probably the oddest most quiet in the group of the Lord of the Rings. Quite shaken by such a comparison Allison grabbed her wand much like Ivory had done previously and said...

"Point Me," immediately her oak wand pointed North, and with her small nose up in the air Allison stomped all the way out the dungeon, only to come hurried back to take her new toy. Her new toy...being Ivory. Grabbing onto the smaller girl's hand Allison's stubborn pout appeared and once again she stomped her way north out of the dungeon. More than likely she'd get over the Lord of the Ring references in a few minutes and would want to run back to Arya and Sabel, but at that moment she was offended and her feathers were ruffled. More than ruffled she was annoyed at the fact she was lost in the dungeon...her only hope was her wand. (She really should have stayed with Raiden.)

Her best solution was to go back to the Common Room, pick up her Spanish book and go study in the library. Nothing like a good reading would solve such a stressful situation as being called a hobbit. Yes those weird things with big hairy feet. It was absolutley horrifying for Allison to imagine herself with big hairy feet. How did Yeti do it?