She laughed," me too.."

Ahh things are going my way quite well.. Very lucky it was my wish.. she thought as she went on the ground for about the third time.

"Good thing there isn't stranger danger between us," Rosalie said looking at Jung. She laughed quite hysterically.

"If I do fall asleep, wake me up," she said yawning. Rosalie looked up at Jung.

He is kinda cute...

Helena sighed; he just really loved saying that, huh? But really, how could he be okay knowing that she loves Chris more?? That just wasn't fair to anybody. What was she thinking to tell him the truth!

Lena nodded as he continued, hearing him sigh and feeling him interlock their fingers. She didn't sigh away from it, though. It felt natural. With her and Chris, they'd been friends for so long, there was a slight transition period into the 'boyfriend-girlfriend' stage, but with Blake, they'd pretty much been interested in each other since the day they met.

Yeah, she said in agreement with him, though hunger was one of the few feelings she wasn't feeling at that moment. As Blake started nuzzling her cheek, though, Helena felt some invisible line be crossed. As much as it felt good to have these type of feelings with someone again, that was just not right at the moment - Chris was somewhere thousands of miles away thinking about her and here she was with Blake.

Lena gently eased out of his grip, but she kept her hand in his for the moment so as to not hurt his feelings. C'mon, let's go get some dinner, she said standing up.

His heart sank the moment he noticed he uneasiness taking over Helena's features when he nuzzled. Cursing himself under his breath, Blake swore to not do it again. He can't see her being uncomfortable by his touch.

Cringing, he stood next to her, their hands still in each others. Loosing up his grip, he slowly slipped his hand out of her and slid them into his pockets. Smiling at her, he randomly mumbled, "I like your dress." Kicking the sand as they slowly walked into the sunset, Blake couldn't believe his luck. Out of millions of girls, he loved that one girl he could never get. Teenage Tragedy.



OOC: Common room? or Great Hall?

Helena surprisingly felt a little better as Blake slid his hand out of hers - at least it happened on his terms. She blushed a little at his compliment and muttered, Thanks, with a small smile as they headed off into the sunset towards the castle.

ooc: let's do common room, but i won't be on for at least six hours seeya

Watching Evan put some stones on the ground Marie could tell that he was ready to get started just by the way he was jumping around. Not to mention the smile that never left his face. "I think you better tell me a few of the rules first. Although I did do some research myself and learned a couple things." Probably not enough to really know what she was doing, but at least something to get started. "Like is it true you can't touch the ball with your hands?"

Good. So Marie was enthusiastic about learning the game too. It was much, much better to teach enthusiastic students. Evan nodded. "Only goalie can touch it within the penalty box." He pursed his lips, deciding where to start. There was a lot he wanted to tell! "What do you want me to mention?" he asked at last. It was better to let her ask questions rather that mixing all the offisides, penalties and fouls.

'What do I want to know? Everything, but where to start?' "How about we just start with the basics first, then maybe move onto more advanced stuff later." Looking around she really had no idea where they were even suppose to be standing. "Okay, where do we start? I mean how do we know where to stand to begin with? And who gets to kick the ball first?" Not wanting to bombard him with too many questions she stopped there hoping her questions didn't sound too foolish.

Clever girl. Evan nodded. Basic stuff was probably better than the detailed rules. He sat down to tell her the whole lot when she asked her first questions. He looked around as if he could see the centre circle. Of course not. With a sigh, he took out his wand and draw a football pitch on the floor. He then pointed at the centre spot. "That's where a team starts the game. The game starters are chosen by the referee at the beginning with tossing a coin." He nodded, encouraging her to ask more questions.

Mina swung her legs back over the bars and hung upside down again, watching Carter. "I'll have to add that on to my lists of things I have to practice," she said as she pulled herself up again to sit a top the bars. "The list is getting longer each day." She would need to practice landing and her balance. Maybe it was time to start up on her dancing again.

"Okay, so we start here" she said pointing to the circle that he had drawn on the ground. "Then what do we do? Just start kicking it towards the goal at the end?" She asked now pointing to where he had drawn a rectangle looking shape.

Evan nodded as Marie repeated. "Well, not kicking like that. You exchange passes with other team mates, but yes. The aim is to pass the ball from the goal line and score. Not every ball is counted as a goal, though." Better to tell her the bad news than letting her find by herself. Though it was handy sometimes, when the other team scored but wasn't allowed to. It depended on the case.

Listening carefully as Evan explained, Marie was a little confused about goals not counting. She would come back to that later though, right now she had to figure out how to pass a ball without using her hands. "So, we can't use our hands but we have to pass the ball?" Looking at her feet she tried to figure out how she was going to pass a ball without picking it up. Then it hit her, "Oh, you mean we kick the ball to the other players on our team?" All of a sudden this game wasn't sounding so easy anymore but she wasn't going to let him know that. "So how about if we practice kicking, or do I need to know anything else right now? I have a feeling I am going to need a lot of practice with this." Looking at the ball she felt a little nervous about kicking it. What if she kicked it and ended up falling on her bum. That would not be good.

Lorelai rubbed at her eyelid as she balanced her heels on the grass making her way down to this 'playground'. AS IF! They weren't in nursery. Or in pre-school. What DID Hogwarts think they were? BABIES?

Well, she certainly wasn't a baby. OOOH ANNIE!

With a ball. Without heels. OH GOD. Where WERE her heels?

Lorelai's soft little prances turned into near enough complete stomps, that made no noise at all because she was on grass. And grass made no noise when trodden on. Sigh. Coming within a couple of feet from her friend, her arms folded and she huffed a little bit. "Annie? Heels? WHERE?" Hmpfh. Lorelai was learning spanish, Annie HAD to have the decency to wear heels. Or atleast try them!

This girl was just ...he didn't know, amazing? YES!
Lavi's shyness and embarracement faded away and he started to beam with joy again when Lucy told him such encourages words. "Thanks Lucy!" he said and leaned over his swing to give her a greaaat biiiiig huuug after she had placed a hand on his shoulder. She deserved the hug cause she actually listened to him. Having been completely oblivious that Lucy had wanted to hug him but refrained from doing so.

He got up from the swing and stretched his arms. His stomach began to growl loudly and he quickly placed his hands on his stomach as though telling it to lower down. He grinned a little stupidly and turned to face Lucy. " I think i'm hungry" he said with a laugh. Gosh when was the last time he had eaten? ...oh yea two hours ago...but he was hungry again and and....

Then he had an idea. At first he wanted to go to the great hall to eat but he had just remembered his conversation with Bella in Diagon Alley. She had told him there was a Kitchen on the ground floor that you can get in if you tickled the pear. Apparentally she had sneaked in some times last year and Lavi reaaally wanted to see the place.

His face now literally beamed with joy and he walked over to Lucy's side, poking her shoulder. "Eeeh..you , eh. I heard there is a Kitchen here and i reaaally wanna see it.. you uhm, wanna go with me?" He made his very best puppy-eyes look and he pouted with his lips. "Pwetty Pwease?" he said and actually dropped down on his knees and held his hands asthough in prayer.

Evan nodded with a sly smile. That was what made football so awesome--you had to have a perfect balance and talent. And if he didn't have magical talent--wait, Marie had finally figured it out. He nodded again. She really was clever. It had taken him a few months and games to fully understand Quidditch, like it made him any good. It was still the boring game.

Did she have anything to know? "Just try not to tackle so hard. It can lead to injury." She didn't seem like she could even stand on her feet while running with ball, but just in case she turned out to be a girl Messi. He got up. "Nao, if you want to give a low pass, which is ideal for short distances and clear areas, you hit with inside of your foot." he explained while hitting the ball a little to show. "This passing style is easy and effective." He showed for a while more, then ran back with the ball to get away a little. Saying "Ready," he threw the ball softly towards Marie with inside of his left foot. That was an easy one, it looked to be going right in front of her right foot.

Standing there watching Evan kick the ball around a little Marie hoped she would be able to do that. "Okay, so use the inside of my foot so I don't kick it so hard. That sounds easy enough." 'Wait a minute, tackle? We get tackled in this game?' she thought as she realized the ball was coming at her. Not wanting to fail at her first attempt she stuck her foot out just in time for the ball to hit it. Watching it slowly (yes, she didn't kick it very hard) go back towards Evan she yelled out to him "What do you mean tackle? You actually get tackled in this game? Like you fall to the groud?" All of a sudden she didn't know how much she was going to like this, she didn't want to end up on the ground. Then again she didn't want to seem like a baby either so she would keep playing, even if she did get hurt.

Evan kicked the ball back as he observed Marie's feet. Hmm. She wasn't bad at all, though this as the easiest pass. Her position was perfect. He sent the ball back as he smiled at her panicked question. "Not everyone makes you fall, of course. Tackling is a delicate job, snatching a ball while the tackled one is at his feet requires attention, so not every player does it. And usually a foul is given when the tackled person goes down." Well, it depended on the team, the players and the referee. Some... not very gentleman and honest players immediately relieved themselves on the ground with a little breeze and the referee would give a foul immediately without even watching the scene. Not nice, but it happened.

As she begun to bounce the ball back and forth between her legs, Annie looked up and lost concentration when someone called her name, then someone else on the other side. The second person, she noticed quickly after mentioning the heels part. Lori.

She waved at Torin and with a gesture, asked for a moment, while she answered to her other Huffie friend. "Lori..." She hesitated for a moment to tell her that she prefered not to have her heels at all, but then thought about the deal they had made. Lori would agree to learn Spanish if Annie agreed to learn to walk on heels. "But I can't play with heels, you know I love soccer and I need my muggle sportswear..." LOL, nice excuse, she thought.

"Now, let's go see if these boys, well, more like monkeys..." Annie pointed her thumb to Torin and that boy she had met at the Seventh Floor corridor time ago, Xander, "...are willing to lose a game against me..." She pointed back to her soccer ball and shiftly smiled to Lori. "Come on..." She pleaded and took her steps ahead towards the monkey bars.


"Torin...Xander..." She waved at both, with a wide smile. "...up for a soccer game, Mr. Prefect?" Annie asked Torin.

Carter laughed and climbed back up. He took a seat next to her. "You have a list of things to practice?" he asked her. Yup, he was nosy.

Marie noticed how at ease Evan looked while he was playing. He looked so at home with this and he wasn't even getting upset with all her questions. And she was worried that he would laugh at her. "So taking the ball from a player on the other team is called a tackle, and if it is done the right way you don't end up on the ground?" Well that she could handle, maybe, but first she had to pay attention to the ball coming at her. Sticking her other foot out just in time she kicked the ball just a little harder than last time wanting to make sure it was really going to make it back to Evan. "So we pass the ball down the pitch like we are doing here, how do we know who gets to try and get it in the goal?" She felt pretty confident about passing the ball while just standing there, but now that she mentioned running and doing the same thing she didn't feel so sure about herself.

Still frowning deeply, Lorelai ignored the fact Torin was nearly there with them, and tightened her folded arms. "Learn to play then. I'm learning this absolutely confusing brain mushing wrinkle inducing, language. And you're supposed to learn to walk in heels. You wont be able to if you cant play this in it? Either way, like I said in the summer. This game's for BOYYYYYS. We're supposed to be pretty cheerleaders, in heels. Not PLAAAYING!" She broke into a squeal as the last word came out of her lips; more than likely because she couldn't invision herself even attempting to play it.

She finally turned her head to look over in the direction Annie's thumb had jabbed and rolled her eyes. Torin, and some doode with RAAATHER nice hair. He HAD to have used good products on it. "You ask Torin to play. I'm gonna ask the other doode which HAIR products he uses, THAT is dedication for a boy. Hair products. Oh who would've guessed. C'mon thennnn Anniee!" Lori sang as she half skipped in the direction of Torin and Nice-Hair-Doode-Who-Had-To-Have-Used-Products.

"Hai Torin!!!" She grinned at him, and gave the 'playground' a once over, finishing with a scoff. She was definately NOT a baby.

Mina nodded and looked over at him. "Yup, apparently I have a lot to accomplish this year." Holding up her hand she counted off each thing. "Well, there is my quidditch skills, my landings, my balance, my DADA, and this stupid hair flip my cousin wants me to learn." she explained. Well, that wasn't all that many things but added to all the studying she was going to have to do and all the energy she would put into being more social this year, it seemed to be a lot.

Evan nodded at the question, eyes still at her feet. For a second, he imagined himself as a manager as good as Mourinho. He payed more attention to Marie. She was his first student, after all. And he'd try his best to perfect her. He chuckled at his dreams. He'd never give up on dreaming becoming a big man in football society. He thought he still had some chance, even though it'd be like a miracle.

"Nice one." Evan called to Marie and smiled as he intercepted the ball with the outer part of his right foot, and shot back with his inside left again casually. Maybe if he worked everyday like this, he'd keep his form, and--

"Oh, the positions on the field is called line-up. Every player grows to play at a specific area, and usually the others pass to the striker, a.k.a the one who knows the best how to score a goal. But if the other players create themselves better chances, of course you'd pass to them." He hoped it wasn't too much, he wouldn't want to scare his first student.

Annie thought about what Lori said about her supposed to be learning to walk on heels, in exchange for the girl's effort to learn her language. "Look, just let me get back on the road in my mind, my journal, you saw it last night, it got lost and soccer is the only thing that can calm me down..." She whispered such worried words to Lori. For sure, that doomed her a bit, telling her friend about her most prized posession being missing.

"And soccer is not just for guys, many girls play it as well..." Yeah, and all look like Tom Boys, but meh, Annie didn't care. "But cheerleading seems so out of my world. I don't think I can fit into the world of pom-poms and short short skirts..." Um...yeah, never. She looked at Lori, squealing. "I promise, I'll find a way to play with those heels, walk, eat...live with those heels...pinky promise." Annie said, for the first time doing such things. Not even Sandy had accomplished that from her.

"Deal..." Annie said, looking back at Torin and Xander, and so feeling that Lori and Xander would be getting along just well. Haha.

Cadence rushed out the front doors of the castle, through the grounds, and toward the Jungle Gym. She didn't care that she couldn't breathe or that he recently injured ankle was screaming in protest. She ran and ran until she got there. And even then, she didn't stop. She began climbing: up the ladder over to the monkey bars, using her old gymnastics skills, she swung herself up on top of the monkey bars, then she began crawling across them, she climbed up the outside of the tallest tower and positioned herself carefully on top, curled up in a ball.

Now what?