Lorcan took the jug from her and sniffed it cautiously. The juice smelled... old maybe? As though she had bought it days before.

He saw the slightly confused expression on her face. "Allow me to offer my arm, dear lady."

He lead her away, down the corridor, towards the hospital wing.

The seventh floor corridor looked a lot like other corridors but it had different paintings, but for some reason it still looked pretty, all of hogwarts seemed to look pretty.

Letting out a heavy sigh, Sabel dropped his arms back to his sides and looked around. His head still felt like it was spinning like a top, so he had to be careful not to move it too quickly in his admiration of the hallway. He hoped Evie didn't mind if he just sat there for a moment, in the middle of the hallway as his stomach completed its circus performance of flips and flops. Least to say he wasn't impressed and his gut wasn't too happy with him. [B]

"Hey Evie." He squinted up at the first year who looked as if she had just walked into an ancient art gallery. A smile touched his lips at that. "You don't happen to have any gravel with you, do you?"

"Gravel?"Evie asked "let me check" she said and turned out both pockets of her pants "darn, must be all out, 'll have to remember to restock" she said sarcastically. "why do you want gravel?" she asked starting to get very confussed and wondering if he hit is head.

Sabel blinked at her in surprise as she showed him he insides of her pockets; it was the exact same thing he had done earlier that day when declaring he had no map or compass. For a long moment the only thing that came forth was a dumbfounded "Huh" as he stared blankly at her turned out pockets.

He was about to shake his head to get it back into the proper gear when he realized that perhaps wasn't the best idea with his dizyness and instead blinked a few times to focus. Why did he want gravel? A small, internal groan welled up inside him as he debated how strange it was going to sound. "In the Muggle world, gravel is used to help calm upset or disgruntled stomachs." Was there a better way of explaining it? "Birds eat stones to help digest their food." He blinked. How was that relevant? Once again, he really needed to think things through before speaking. "It just...helps calm the stomach." He finished quickly, hoping that would make sense.

"right" Evie said "well because i think your a pretty cool guy i'm not going to look at you like your crazy and run away screaming...ok?" she said it, of course, with a smile.

Sabel blinked at her. He honestly felt like throwing his arms out to either side and flapping them up and down madly. Of course, that would only make him look more like a bird he was apparently classifying himself as with the rock comment, and he might actually succeed in sending her running. Maybe not screaming, but running.

Rubbing circles on his temple with two fingers, Sabel glanced up at her from under his eyebrows, giving a small laugh. "Well that's good news I suppose." He shook his head as he dropped his hand. "But I'm serious about the gravel thing. It really does work. A lot of Muggles take it before getting on an airplane to prevent nausea or motion sickness."

"well, its sounds kinda gross" she turned her nose up "have you ever eaten rocks before you went on a plane?" Evie asked "what did they taste like?" she said getting more curious.

Good job Sabel. Now he had made gravel akin to rocks through his beautiful explanation skills. He winced a little as Merlin clambered onto his lap, digging his nails in to climb back up to his shoulders and drape himself around Sabel's neck. "Well, they're not rocks persay. That was just...a bad example." He shifted the weight of his cat before tilting his head back to look up at her.

"Gravel is..." He blinked rapidly, repeating the word in his head. Then he groaned. Of course he had to get the two words mixed up. "Sorry. I totally meant Gravol. A pill you take for flying. Gravel is what you give to birds." He shook his head, pushing himself to his feet. Now that he had made a complete fool of himself, he figured maybe they should move from the middle of the hallway before his luck got them trampled by some yet unseen force.

"I appologize. I worked in a wildlife centre back home and we gave the birds gravel." He waved a hand around his head, which Merlin decided would be fun to bat at. "I get them mixed up from time to time." He had somehow managed to appear clutzy, insane and rather idiotic all at once in front of her. Perfect.

Avery Isabella Grace walked down the hall. She had a song stuck in her head and she couldn't help humming it. Her hazel eyes scanned for a familar face. She doubted she would find one since she hardly knew anyone anyway. Most people didn't talk to her. She was like the new girl. No one knew what to make of her so no one bothered to become friends with her. They usually didn't talk to her after she told them her parents died when she was young.

Her skin was ivory and her eyes were hazel. She wore smokey eye shadow and her lips were ruby red. In her mouth she wore fake vampire fangs that you stuck to your canines. She didn't know why she wore them, she just liked to. Avery's hair was pitch black with a few extentions. She had a petite and elegant frame and she was around 5 feet tall. A bit short for a sixteen year old girl.

She passed a fourth year boy, her strawberry and green apple scent filling his nostrils. The smell was tantalizing. But in truth it was just soap. She wasn't a Veela or anything. She was a normal witch that had a tendancy to lose control of her magic every now and then. Her black hair flowed like silk down her back. She had on muggle clothes. She was planning to swim in the lake later that day. She had on a yellow tutu over skinny jeans. She had on a black t-shirt and yellow converses.

Sabel's nose wrinkled at the strange scent that wafted rather suddenly through the hallway as he shifted slightly to take the weight off his left foot. It stung a little from his grand spill into the hallway and though he would have preferred to remain sitting, it probably wasn't the best idea in the middle of a hallway, or when talking to someone who was standing.

He tried to take a deep breath to expell some of the nausea that lingered in the pit of his stomach and almost clamped a hand over his mouth at the strength of the smell. He couldn't say he appreciated it with the state his stomach had set itself in. What was it anyways? Perfume?

His eyes caught and older girl passing in the hallway as she hummed, and he was able to mangage a polite, if not a somewhat strained smile in an attempt to keep the grimace off his face. People tended to get the wrong impressions when you made eye contact with them and grimaced. Looking back at Evie he let out a sigh. "Let's just forget I brought up the gravel...or gravol...or....." He vaugely wondered if had hit his head on his tumble.

The seventh floor corridor just like every usual corridor in Hogwarts always had something special in them. On the seventh floor corridor was his house's common room. The corridor was hardly ever packet only a few students were chatting and the others were either walking to the common room or leaving class. In his last two years it took Thomas about half an hour to find himself around this specific corridor it was larger and there are many turns just like a maze. This year he promised himself that he would learn this corridor well enough that would even take him five minutes to get to the common room.

With the help of her trust walking stick, Mildred successfully managed to make her way up the staircase and onto the seventh floor. Good grief, getting around the castle hadn't been this much of a struggle when she'd attended here all those years ago! Nor had it seemed quite so big then!

Leaning against the nearest stone wall, Professor Pilliwickle used her wand to neatly put up another of those promotions posters.



Why they were putting them up though, she wasn't ENTIRELY sure. If the children ate all the free desserts, there might not be enough for her!

Right now though, she was FAR more concerned about Healer Ashflop's words. She didn't knit!? Nor was she married!? At almost thirty-one? "But that just won't do, dear!" Mildred said quite sternly, wagging a finger in the younger woman's direction. "Every young woman needs a nice hobby!" It was only healthy! "What about gardening? Baking?" ANYTHING!?

Once Gabriella reached the seventh floor, she turned to speak to Miss Pilliwickle but found that the woman was no longer behind her. With sudden fear that the older woman had fallen or gotten into some other type of struggle, Gabriella hurried back to the stairs...just in time to meet Miss Pilliwickle. "Oh, Miss Pilliwickle! Whew...," Gabriella said, happy to see the woman alive and kicking.

She stood quietly by (trying to calm her heart, actually) while Miss Pilliwickle hung a promotions poster. "There now. That looks nice," she commented. "Now all we need to do is make sure word gets to those on the remaining six levels of the castle. Oh, and the grounds, as well!"

Gabriella started on her way again, stopping only when Miss Pilliwickle got all a dither over something or another. "What won't do, Miss Pilliwickle?" she inquired. Apparently, the woman was once again on about Gabriella's life outside the Hospital Wing. "Gardening? Baking? Knitting?" Gabriella asked, thinking that surely Miss Pilliwickle had other ideas in mind besides those three.

"Oh, Miss Pilliwickle, I assure you that I do have a number of hobbies and interests. Like, acting for example. I was an American actress once, you know." Not a very famous one, mind you, but being in a Broadway show was admirable enough she thought.

ooc: TO ANYONE who wants to help. xDD

Madiison STARED at the door in front of her and FROWNED. Her soft lips pressed together in a thin line and the corners of her mouth curled DOWN to show the silly thing just how DISPLEASED the redhead was with the riddle the eagle had thrown at her.

REALLY? REALLY? HOW was she supposed to answer that one? Pout. Pout. Pout.

It didn't have to throw a HARD one at her when she NEEDED to go in to get her diary. HER DIARY. It was trapped behind those doors and the eagle was not letting her in.

POOOOOUT.

"I don't KNOW." Madiison told the thing, crossing her arms together tightly before glaring at it.

She wanted her diary.

NOW.

Impatiently, William walked out of the doors and nearly smacked into another student. His head was down and all he had seen before he could blink was a set of shoes. Very nice shoes however.

"Nice shoes." he muttered, instead of saying he was sorry, which he well wasn't.

Looking up after admiring the shoes he saw who the shoes belonged too just as the doors behind him closed. "Uh, are you lost?" he asked in a dump way, clearly not registering that she was a Ravenclaw who needed to get in.

Or perhaps a student who was impersonating a Ravenclaw student.

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Impatiently, William walked out of the doors and nearly smacked into another student. His head was down and all he had seen before he could blink was a set of shoes. Very nice shoes however.

"Nice shoes." he muttered, instead of saying he was sorry, which he well wasn't.

Looking up after admiring the shoes he saw who the shoes belonged too just as the doors behind him closed. "Uh, are you lost?" he asked in a dump way, clearly not registering that she was a Ravenclaw who needed to get in.

Or perhaps a student who was impersonating a Ravenclaw student.

"OUCH!"

There she had been, the sweet little Ravenclaw, standing outside the door GLARING at the eagle when suddenly the door opened -OH, THANK MERLIN! SHE WAS SAAAAAAVED- and someone bumped into her.

HARD.

The girl nearly toppled back and fell onto the floor. NEARLY. The red was about to frown at the boy and tell him to watch it when he commented on her shoes. He liiiiiked it! Tehehee. "Thank You." Madiison giggled and glanced at them, beaming. "They are pretty, aren't they?" Bluuuuuuue and preeeetttty. "And new-" STARE.

THE DOOOOOOOOOOR! It was CLOSING! HER DIARY!

NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

MISERABLE. She had had the chance to go in and BECAUSE OF THIS BOY SHE COULDN'T!

Sob. Sob. Sob. Her diiiiaaary.

"No." Sob. "Not lost." Sniff. Sniff. Sniff. "Need to go in." SOOOB. "And get my diary." Sniff. "Don't know ..." SOOOB. "The answer to the riiiddle." Dramatic SOB.

Stepping back so his back was against the wall close to the eagle William blinked. "I wouldn't say pretty, but they are cool." he replied, not even mentioning the fact that blue went with pretty much ANYTHING. "Oh and sorry for bumping into you like that." he added sheepishly.

Turning around he blinked again before slapping a hand to his forehead as he looked at the closed door. "You... you wanted in there, didn't you?" he guessed, knowing that was probably the answer.

To her problem at least.

He was about to assure her he could easily open the door and let her in when she started crying. CRYING! Oh how was he going to get through her, back down the stairs and outside without hearing her cries? That was one thing he hate more than his mood.

"Hey now, it's okay, don't cry." he tried to say in a calm voice. "I can get it open for you." he hoped.

He stepped up beside her and looked at the door, waiting to hear what the riddle would be. Hopefully something easy since he was the worst when it came to riddles, especially these types of riddles.

Or riddles in general.

Ugh.

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Stepping back so his back was against the wall close to the eagle William blinked. "I wouldn't say pretty, but they are cool." he replied, not even mentioning the fact that blue went with pretty much ANYTHING. "Oh and sorry for bumping into you like that." he added sheepishly.

Turning around he blinked again before slapping a hand to his forehead as he looked at the closed door. "You... you wanted in there, didn't you?" he guessed, knowing that was probably the answer.

To her problem at least.

He was about to assure her he could easily open the door and let her in when she started crying. CRYING! Oh how was he going to get through her, back down the stairs and outside without hearing her cries? That was one thing he hate more than his mood.

"Hey now, it's okay, don't cry." he tried to say in a calm voice. "I can get it open for you." he hoped.

He stepped up beside her and looked at the door, waiting to hear what the riddle would be. Hopefully something easy since he was the worst when it came to riddles, especially these types of riddles.

Or riddles in general.

Ugh.

STARE.

They were PRETTTY. And cute. Madiison IGNORED the comment and moved on. "It's fine." Now he'll just have to HELP her get in. Yes, he would. Nodding in agreement, the girl turned to look at the eagle, wiping her tears away. Sniff.

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What does man love more than life,
Fear more than death or mortal strife?
What the poor have, the rich require,
And what contented men desire?
What misers spend, and spendthrifts save,
And all men carry to the grave?

STARE.

How was SHE supposed to know the answer to THAT one?

HUH?

"Well, there." Pout.

More than life ... would be love. FEAR more than death or mortal strife? Huh? Poor have that the rich desire? Hello? Love again ... maybe? Content men desire? Well, they wouldn't desire it if they were content, now would they?

All men CARRY to their grave?

STARE.

"Well?" Madiison tapped her foot impatiently and look at the boy. "Do you know what it is?"

OOC: Riddle taken from here.

William positivity stared dumb-founded at the eagle as he listened to the riddle.

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What does man love more than life,
Fear more than death or mortal strife?
What the poor have, the rich require,
And what contented men desire?
What misers spend, and spendthrifts save,
And all men carry to the grave?

Uh wha?

Blinking back the thought of running and hiding at such a huge riddle he turned to the girl and shrugged, "Um, errr this is one I've never even thought of hearing before, how do you expect me to..." he thought for a moment, his brow creasing.

There was a few answers he could think of for the first part, but love was the main one, or money. Could it be money?

"What have you got so far?" He asked; perhaps if they put their two brains together they could figure this out.

Hopefully.

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William positivity stared dumb-founded at the eagle as he listened to the riddle.



Uh wha?

Blinking back the thought of running and hiding at such a huge riddle he turned to the girl and shrugged, "Um, errr this is one I've never even thought of hearing before, how do you expect me to..." he thought for a moment, his brow creasing.

There was a few answers he could think of for the first part, but love was the main one, or money. Could it be money?

"What have you got so far?" He asked; perhaps if they put their two brains together they could figure this out.

Hopefully.

HE was the one supposed to be helping her!

HER DIARY!

Pout. "Weeeeeeeeeeeeeell ...." Madiison stretched the word and stared at the eagle, annoyed. It was wasting her TIIIIME. "It can't be love because ... misers don't spend it aaand spendthrifts don't save it ...." The redhead tapped her foot and tugged on a bit of her hair impatiently. "Can't be money because the poor don't have it." Thinking cap was NOT working. "Couldn't be ... What do CONTENT men desire? They wouldn't be content if they desire something."

STARE. AT. EAGLE.

Miss Winloch did not like this riddle. AT ALL.

What do all men carry to their grave? "Buuut, nobody carry's ANYTHING to their grave!" Di said, frowning at the eagle yet again. " .... except wands. But that is only for witches and wizards .... "

Stare. Stare. Stare. Stare.

"Hmph. I demand a different riddle." Madiison told the eagle crossly.

It just smiled at her and remained silent.

POOOOUT. Pout. Pout. Pwease? Pwettttty pwease? The girl batted her eyelashes at the eagle and gave her one of those cuuuuuuuuuuuuuute looks she KNEW nobody could resist. Lookatme! I am SO cute. Won't you let me in? PWEASE?!

...

Flicking her red hair, the girl stomped her foot irritably and eyed the ... the .... eagle THING.

"But men carry NOTHING to their graves!" Di told the eagle, frustrated. "NOTHING."

Creeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeek

The door clicked open and the red-head STARED at the eagle, dumbfounded. Nothing? THAT was the answer? NOTHING? Then the redhead turned to look at the boy and expressed her bafflement.

"Nothing?"

William had stood back, his had on his jawline, obvious thinking quite quietly as the girl began nearly ranting about the riddle. It should have been an easy one; those first years before him had stood there for a good 30 minutes before getting the answer right, and his hand been simple enough.

Love and money could have been the obvious answers, yet obviously they were wrong. Clearly it was something so simple that the most simple minded person would have gotten it in seconds.

Hmm... WAIT!

He was just about to say something as the girl said the answer, so clear and simple that he just stared in shock as the eagle opened itself for them to enter. "Nothing.... why didn't I know that?!" he groaned aloud before looking over at her with a quirked up eye brow. "What's the next riddle answer going to be about, everything?" he joked shaking his head and crossing his arms.

"Well, there you go. Sorry I couldn't help much but riddles aren't my thing." he tried to joke as he gestured for her to enter before the door closed and they had a new riddle to digest. Taking out a chocolate frog he handed it over,

"Want one? It'll help calm the nerves." he suggested knowing his nerves were way too shot to even consider chocolate frogs anymore.

Sigh.

Checking his watch, Evan half-ran to the seventh floor, afraid he might miss the match. It was still 15 minutes left to it, but still. It was always enjoyable to listen to pre-match comments.

He halted in front of the wall though. He should wait for Marie. She didn't know how to enter. Oh please come quick! He waited, eyeing the stairs while checking his watch every two seconds. He was all in Chelsea outfit again with a flag of them. He couldn't wait!

Marie really hoped she could find Evan. He told her to meet him at the seventh floor corridor but she was having a hard time finding him. Running around a corner she just about ran into him. "Whoa, hey there, I'm not late am I? I got lost trying to get here." Looking at him she blushed as she thought about how cute he looked in his football jersey. Yep, this was going to be another good day.

Kat held onto Tyler as he climbed the stairs. She had no idea what floor they were on but that's normal for Kat. "Ty! Where's Senor Fuzz Fuzz" She asked still in a daze. "You said you were getting him!" She cried. Oh no what if Tyler did something to Senor Fuzz Fuzz!! "Lucy!!!" She yelled to her. "Don't let Ty put him in the washer!!!" She yelled frightened for her teddy bear. "He's going decapitate him!!!" Poor senor fuzz fuzz.