"Fun!" Keeley cried, her green eyes shining with happiness. She really had never been to a nice playground before, but she didn't want to think about that. Hopping on a swing, she enchanted it to push itself. Now she could fully enjoy swinging without having to pump her legs.

Anya saw that Keeley had enchanted her swing...even if she knew how to enchant her swing...she felt that she would not have the full experience of swinging if she did not pump her legs.

Enid turned away from the redheaded girl she had been addressing earlier and let her green eyes roam around the playground and jungle gym with a bit of amusement sparkling in their green hue… the commoners were so cute, all jumping around and getting their peasants' clothes dirty and ruined. And then she witnessed a rather disturbing sight - a girl sticking her wand up some boy's nose.

Ewwwwww! Enid wrinkled her nose and shuddered a bit with disgust. Those were definitely no royals in disguise! She looked around as the swings seemed to get more crowded as more students arrived. The young girl didn't mind being surrounded by the commoners, though, and continued swinging merrily, flying high up into the air with the widest of grins on her young face, enjoying the feel of the wind running through her light brown hair. It was all so nice, and peaceful, and it brought a sense of freedom… until she slipped off and fell to the sand. No royal blood in your veins will keep you from falling flat on your face, and Enid had to learn this the hard way.

No worries, though, she was back on her feet in a flash, wiping the dirt and sand off her robes and gazing around the grounds, searching for a new location to go explore.

!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Had. He. Just. Touched. Her. Hair?! WITH HIS FILTHY HANDS?!

"Boy, I really don't know your name," began Daphne, eyes trying to drill a hole right through the kid's forehead. "I really don't like violence either. I only took two lessons of tae kwon do! As it is, if you touch me again, I will completely incapacitate you."

Breathing deeply, Daphne turned her face. She needed to get the boy out of her field of vision or risk a coronary. It was then when she saw a girl fall flat on her face.

How disturbing. Wrinkling her nose, Daphne turned around to the boy. "Don't end up her like her," she finished, pointing in her direction with her thumb. "It's not pretty."

No, it didn't FEEL like butter, so Ian's next question was: Did it smell like butter? Tempting as it was to take a whiff, however, Ian did not dare to do so just yet, not with the girl looking as though strangling him was the only thought stuck inside her head now.

Ian was not suicidal. As opposed to popular belief. "It's Iaaaaan. I-A-N. McKensie. Ian McKensie" Informed the boy with a small shrug of his shoulders, though making sure to take a safe step away from her. Hmmm. "And you have pretty hair, Whatever Your Name Is." It wasn't a compliment - he was just stating a fact. "Kind of like BUTTER. But it's more like honey." Did it SMELL like those things, though? His head tilted to one side.

Then Ian remembered he had yet to check if this girl had a badge, so he allowed his eyes to wander to her chest, searching for the shiny thing. Nope. No such look. Disappointment.

He scratchled a slightly tanned and freckled cheek. "I already kinda did, you know," He pointed out, looking at the yet ANOTHER girl. Merlin, merlin, merlin. Where. Were. The. Guys? "When I hopped off from the monkey bars? Not so smooth." And Ian was thoroughly unashamed of this.

He waved his arms across his head to the other girl. "HIIIIII! My friend here,"--Blondie probably disagreed on the friend part, but Ian wasn't asking for her opinion anyway--"wants to meet you."

...exploring had been a very... good idea.

Raiden had decided to go and check out the playground place that people had been talking about in the Great Hall earlier that day. If nothing else, he could play around on a swing, if... there were any? They had those in playgrounds, right? It wasn't like he'd been in one since he was... six.

Oh and there was Daphne! Making new friends! And making... that... Daphne face, WHY WAS THAT BOY TOUCHING HER?

He stared from a distance, watching the scene unfold. Daphne looked DISPLEASED AND NOW THE BOY WAS STARING.

"...Daphne?"

Ian McKensie was insufferable, and Daphne knew insufferable. After all, she was in the same house as Legend Chosen. Then again, Legend had, as of late, grown on her. Maybe, just maybe, this abomination of a boy would grown on her too. Maybe, they could be friends. "I'm Daphne Hopton. You can call me Miss Hopton."

Maybe they could---Where. Was. He. Looking?

"Eyes. Up. Eyes. Up. My eyes are on my face," she spoke slowly with gritted teeth. What point was it to talk in his direction? None, clearly so, when he proceeded to call Miss-Face-to-the-Sand over.

........?!

Ian McKensie was insufferable, and Daphne knew insufferable. Ian McKensie was not going to be her friend.

"McKensie," she said slowly peering at the boy through the slits of her glaring eyes. "How old are you?" So she could put it on his tombstone.

That voice sounded heavenly to her ears. Almost, just almost, Daphne could feel the warmth of Heaven's light falling upon her.

That, or it was her fit of rage taking over once more. "Raiden!" she exclaimed, turning to face him with a grim expression. "Prefect Raiden Kururugi."

Hu Hu Hu Hu. Take that, Ian McKensie.

Enid couldn't help but notice as the blonde girl pointed at her with her thumb. Oooh, they were probably quite impressed to be in the presence of royalty! Or at least that's what the charmed girl thought in her I'm-a-princess mind. She returned to busying herself with cleaning her robes when the boy who had had the blonde's wand in his nose started waving his arms at her, calling out to her that his friend wanted to meet her.

Enid's light eyebrows rose. "What, I?" she asked, blinking. Well, this was kind of rude. You don't just call royals over to meet with you, you come over to them! "That is most disrespectful behaviour, peasants!" she gasped, her brows now furrowing disapprovingly. "Hast thou no manners? Thou should consider thyselves lucky the king is not present to cut thy tongues for using such foul dialect to address a royal!" she said, completely horrified by the way the commoners acted in this… alternate universe she had ended up in, somehow. Still a bit bothered by this, she proceeded to brush the sand out of her light brown hair, quite annoyed that the seamstress had not yet finished her request for some new royal robes. "I suppose I could still make good use of thee, though," she added a little more casually now. "Doest thou knowest of the king's whereabouts?"

... Was THAT the girl's name? Ian turned to look at the boy (WOAH, a BOY) and then back at the prissy blonde girl that may or may not have an attitude.

Ian decided to ignore the other kid. For now.

Miss Hopton.

Ian supposed that calling her Miss Hopton was sort of fitting what with her manner of speaking and carrying herself and all that stuff he didn't really care much for. Buuuuut ... "Let's make a deal, Daphne Hopton - I'll call you Miss Hopton if you call me Mister McKensie. Deal?" He grinned, showing a dimple on his right cheek. "Or if it doesn't work for you, I can just call you Daph." Daph worked, too. Ian liked new nicknames - he had PLENTY.

At first having trouble understanding what on earth had he done now to deserve SUCH a luck, Ian frowned a little bit and gnawed on his bottom lip. And then, once he understood, his freckled cheeks turned a faint shade of pink. "I was just checking to see if you had a badge or ... something." HMMMPPPHHH. Always jumping into conclusions, women were. "Since I just keep meeting prefects, and captains and head girls ... "

... "I'm fifteen." Whyyyy was this important? "You? Seventeen? Eighteen?" Twenty? Maybe Daphne Hopton had flunked a year.

Almost having forgotten about the OTHER girl, Ian turned to look at her.

And then blinked.

..................

Nutjob.

He looked at Daphne Hopton for help. "What is she talking about?" He gave the strange girl a series of both scared and wary looks. "Prefect Raiden Kururugi," Called Ian to the boy with the shiny badge, "What IS this girl talking about?" Prefects were meant to know stuff.

Make yourself useful.

...Raiden took that as a signal that he could... interfere. In whatever was going on. As he approached, he gave the boy person a wave before positioning himself directly next to Daphne.

"Is... everything alright?" he asked, his eyes going to Daphne's hair. Where the dirt-handed boy had touched. And he very carefully brushed a tiny bit of dirt off of her. "Who's your new friend?"

Daphne....didn't even know how to react. One minute she was relieved that Raiden was here, the other she wanted to murderize Ian McKensie and the next she was being called a...

"Peasant?" she repeated with raised brows at the girl. She was speaking old English, if Daphne was correct and apparently in search for the kind of Hogwarts. King? "Thou shall consider thyself lucky, that thy is clearly, and obviously, criminally insane." Otherwise, Daphne would have scourgified her brain.

NUT. JOB. O_O Turning to Raiden, Daphne STARED at him before clinging to his arm.

Prefect Save Us All. She was even willing to forgive Ian McKensie for calling her 'Daph'. As long as she didn't end up being mauled by the raving lunatic.

"This is Ian McKensie, Raiden," she said and instinctively reached for the, apparently, 15 year old boy. She needed to save innocent lives. It was good karma. "And she is....I have no idea. Clearly deluded. We have no king," answered Daphne slowly and with a nod.

Mina smiled and nodded. "Something like that," she teased. "But no really, I do think at this age everyone is cute and adorable. Then out of no where, BAM! Some of us aren't any more." she nodded as she continued to draw shapes in the sand. "But I promise we would still be friends if either of us weren't cute of adorable." she added as she started to pail up some sand for a possible tower.

Enid had now finished cleaning herself and was watching the peasants expectantly, listening as they exchanged words with one another and gave her strange looks. She sighed. It wasn't the first time the commoners acted completely clueless when she addressed them, which was not only horribly rude but getting rather annoying too. Would she ever find the king? Would she ever find the royal horses or a knight to get her out of this crazy place?! No, most likely not.

But then the blonde girl spoke, and at first Enid was quite pleased - someone speaking in familiar tongues! However, the words that came out of her mouth made the younger one's jaw drop to the ground. "Why! Thou hast got some brave tongue in thy mouth to be speaking in such tones to myself - Lady Enid of the House of Banvard!" she gasped, her brows furrowing disapprovingly at the blonde and her green eyes quite offended. Though at the same time she felt a bit of pity for the commoners… they had obviously never been taught any manners and that wasn't necessarily their faults. Still, she wanted them beheaded. Every single one of them. How dare they just lounge around all day, throwing insults and mockery her way!

"O, his royal highness the king of Hog-warts shall hear of this," she hissed. "Shameless, uneducated, foul little people!" she went on, now muttering more to herself than to the others. But then Daphne said something more... something completely unforgivable, something so foul Enid could almost feel her ears bleed at the sound of it... "No king?" she repeated, her green eyes widened. "No king, thee says? O no... O no, this is it! I shall, myself, decide the punishment for the three of thee, most disrespectful peasants! Thou shalt mock me, but to deny the king's existence! Why, just thee wait 'til he hears of this! It will be off with thy heads!"

Ian had decided that he would ignore Raiden Kururugi. For good. He wasn't doing ANYTHING to protect them from THE crazy, so clearly, there was no reason why Ian should waste his time talking or trying to respect him.

So, he just went to stand right behind Daphne Hopton. Clearly, she was skilled with that wand of hers, and she could protect him them all. Yup. He was sure of this.

Who would have thought they would become friends???

"Hey, kid - the HOSPITAL wing is BACK inside the school." Ian pointed with his index finger to the huge and impressive figure the Hogwarts castle was. "Might wanna check-in there for some time." More like for GOOD. "Just saying."

.... Foul creature. Uneducated. Shameless.

Ian frowned at her.

Just because he'd been called that before (and multiple times, mind you) didn't mean he actually enjoyed it. "YOU! Are a rude little ... female. Yep." Ian positively shooed her away with one wave of his hand from his safe spot behind Daphne 'The Shield' Hopton.

Enid raised an eyebrow as the Ian boy hid behind the blonde girl before ordering her off to the hospital wing. However, it seemed the words went in one ear and out the other with the young girl. She listened with a bit of amusement as he called her a 'rude little female'. Now both of her eyebrows had raised. "Please excuse me, kind peasant, but I am having difficulties understanding thee," she said, her tones more polite now, as if addressing an equal. Which neither he or any of the other little peasants around here were, of course. "Perhaps if thou came out of hiding, I could better hear thee," she added.

This was horribly embarrassing; a male hiding himself behind a girl. What was this alternate universe all about? Were the girls now the knights in shining armor? Not even, this blonde was completely rude and lacked the grace of a real knight! Enid made a face at all this. Why was she wasting valuable time with confused peasants? However, as confused as they may seem, they could be dangerous. So Enid pulled out her wand slowly - not threateningly, but more cautiously, rather. These commoners obviously liked to do some rather… nasty things with their wands and there was no way Enid was going to let some rude little uneducated peasant stick their wand in her nose! Ew!

"Off with thee, then," she said, now shooing them off with a wave of her free hand. "Thy behaviour is not excused, thou shalt receive punishment, but for the time being I would like to rest my feet which have wandered far too long in one short day," she said, now returning to the swing she had been sitting at earlier before she had fallen off rather ungracefully. Being a little more cautious this time, she began to swing a little more slowly, ignoring the the large number of peasants hanging around the area. She'd have to meet Lady Alexa soon before she really went insane.

Ian McKensie was being a complete poo. Sighing heavily, Daphne stood as still as possible while he scrambled behind her, shouting all kinds of insults at...Lady Enid of the House of Banvard. "Um," began the blond, rubbing at one cheek thoughtfully.

How was she going to go about telling the girl she needed immediate mental care?

"Look, I--" And she was pointing her wand at them, sort of, and walking away towards the swings. Frowning, Daphne released her grip on Raiden and turned to face him and Ian (the coward). "I think her mind has wandered much too far for one day as well. Is it okay to just leave her there? I'm afraid she's going to start building a fort in the sandbox. Possibly find some kind of fossilized matter left by a cat and dub them magical stones."

Raiden... was tempted to turn a deaf ear on the crazy person. But... one couldn't really do that, as a prefect, right? So he stepped in front of Daphne, around the Ian McKensie person, and approached... the crazy one.

"Uhm... hello, madame?" he tried, extending a hand and quickly retracting it when she went back on the swing. "I uhm... I believe I may know where the king is."

Easiest way to get a crazy person to go where you wanted them to? Tell them you knew where the thing they wanted was.

Enid had been merrily enjoying her time on the swing when one of the peasants began addressing her once again. Now, Lady Enid had always been kind to peasants, and had this been any other commoner, she would have turned to him with the kindest of smiles and greeted him with the politest of greetings. However, this was not any other commoner. He was part of that group of commoners - the rude ones. So her gaze was most unfriendly as it fell upon him.

He knows where the king is? Enid raised her eyebrows just very slightly, though she was most unimpressed. Scoff. This was probably what, the 83748234th time someone told her they knew where the king was? And each time, she was never led to a king. The closest she got to the king was a black kitten. "If thou dost know where the king is, then thou could deliver him a message for I, could thou not, kind peasant?" she asked, this time raising only one eyebrow.

"What, you can't use your arms either? What do you do if a ball is coming at your head?" Not wanting to get hit in the head, or worse, her face, Marie knew that she would probably put her arms up to protect herself. Then it hit her what he said, you can use every part of the body except the arm area. Looking at him she asked "Are we suppose to hit the ball with our head?" 'I'm not letting a ball hit me in the head,' she thought as she rubbed her head as if she had already been hit.

"Oh sorry, red and yellow cards. So the first yellow card is like a freebie but the second yellow is basically a red?" Thinking about this for a minute she suddenly says, "Wait, violence gets an automatic red! I thought you said there was no violence in this game? So much for that huh," she said with a little giggle. Then looking at him she said "Have you ever had a red card for violence?" She couldn't picture him being violent at all, then again looks could be deceiving. She never pictured Rex being mean when she met him, then he turned on her and her house on the train.

'Watch a match with Evan? Does this mean he wants to spend more time with me?' she thought. Guess there was only one way to find out, just ask him. "So you are willling to take all this time to teach me about this game? You don't mind giving up your time for me?" She knew she didn't mind giving up her time for him, not that she felt like she was giving anything up. "Watch matches, how are we going to do that? They don't play football anywhere around here do they?" Yep, this was definately going to be her favorite sport if it meant spending time with Evan.

Evan shrugged like it was so obvious. "Yes, you hit it with your head." He chuckled when she rubbed her head. "Actually, you'd be surprised to hear that heading is very effective. Usually, balls come high and it's head's job to nod it down, or towards goal." And just like Marie, not many footballers could or would head it, and that made a difference in important matches. He too could never learn how to direct the ball with his head, even though he practised. Sigh. That was his only weakness.

He thought what she said. "Not exactly a freebie..." he said hesitantly. "Because after collecting 4 yellow cards in different games, you pick up an automatic ban for the next match." Now, rules were getting complicated and detailed, but also more fun to watch and comment on. "But I also said it happens rarely." he said and winked when she giggled. Only some very stupid players did it, and big teams didn't keep them anyway. He giggled. "Not a direct card, but I've collected two yellow cards once. I've argued with referee when he'd awarded the opponent a penalty. And at the second occasion, the opponent were counter-attacking and I had no chance but to foul to stop him." He smiled at the memory. It had been an enjoyable match, even though it ended with draw. He then added as if a second thought. "That wasn't a violent foul, just a normal one. He was going for a goal, and that was why I was shown a yellow card." How he wished he was at those times again, playing football for such a big team like Liverpool, very close to being 'wonderkid'. He shook his head sadly, then came back to real world with Marie's question.

He looked at her in disbelief, as if he was heartbroken with such a meaningless question. "Of course I'd love to spend time with you and teach football." She was beautiful, clever, talented, enthusiastic and seemed to like spending time with him. Maybe he couldn't give the impression that he liked to spend time with her too. Anyways, another question which made him smirk like he knew a big secret. "Know the room of requirement? As it has the ability to turn into anything you want, say, we'd like it to turn into a TV room with HD TV that has the League. How would that sound?" Thanks to Beaumont, her only favour to him was that. Since then, he had been watching most of the matches which were between their allowed free time.

"I llllike c-c-cats," Jake mumbled, watching Cadence do her magic thaaaaang. NOW he was jealous. Cadence had been homeschooled and had said how terrible it was... and she could STILL do magic? NOWAII!

The boy wasn't really concentrating on the speech about girly-coloured animals. He was busy with a sudden realisation. The sudden realisation that he was doing just as Lawson said and spending time with Cadence. The thought that he was doing as he was told shocked and appalled the boy, and he blinked.

"I should g-g-go," Jake said suddenly, and now he thought about it, there was alot of stuff he could be doing. "Sssstill haven't fuhh-found Tibi," he added, not explaining who Tibi was. Instead, Jake stood on the monkey bars and jumped straight down, before looking up at Cadence. "I'll suhhh-see you llllllater?"

"Well maybe some day I will learn how to use my head," in the game that is, "but for now I will stick with using my feet." 'And try to remember to not use my hands.'

"Okay, so the yellow cards follow you from game to game and you risk having to sit out of a match? Wow, that would stink." 'That sounds like detention,' she thought. Punishment for not following the rules. She was glad that she had never had one of those. "Well at least you didn't get red cards for being violent. I could never picture you being violent in a game, or anywhere." Nope, not the gentle, fun, patient, cute Evan that she knows.

What, he looked sad? Marie didn't like seeing him sad. Then he said something that brought a big huge smile to her face. 'Yeah, he wants to spend more time with me.' "Good because I love spending time with you. I feel really happy when I am around you." She remembered hearig about the Room of Requirement last term but had never been there and didn't even know where it was. "Cool, maybe we can go there sometime then and watch a match" or two if it meant more time with him. "I would love to see a match actually being played." Although she knew who she really wanted to watch. "So you think I will ever get to see you play, other than when you are teaching me that is? It would be awesome if I got to watch my favorite teacher play"

What was happening here, she could feel her cheeks getting warm and turning red as the blood rushed to her face. She never felt like this around any of the other boys she talked to at school so why did she now. This was a totally new feeling for her but she liked how it made her feel.

Evan grinned full of encourage. "If you don't like the idea of hitting with your head, you can use your chest too." Chest was probably safer, though it was only for bringing the ball down, not for giving a pass. And it wasn't handy in fast balls for there was the possibility that the ball could fall long in front of the opponent. It all looked to talent and a combination of external factors.

The blondie nodded. Wow, seriously? Marie had never seen him getting dirty? Then she was never around when Beaumont, Josh or Anderson was teasing him. Good. Not that he was the rudest side, but still he would say a few bad words. Note: Pay more attention to behaviour around Marie. He wouldn't want her to know him bad. Not that he was bad, just the prejudice of Devilmont. Idiots.

Ah. She liked spending time with him as well. He suddenly got quiet as he stared at the floor, now like a little boy who just got kissed by his girlfriend. Just a degree lower than that. He gathered his heartbeats thoughts and looked up with the same smile he'd had the whole day. "That was what I wished you to offer. There's Chelsea-Manchester United match next saturd--" He fell silent for a second. He would definately swear in that match, and go crazy at everytime Manchester got the ball. No, he wouldn't make a good picture of 'nice guy'. But he also wanted to watch it with someone, shouting all by yourself was no fun. "Yeah, um, wanna watch?" Hopefully, with the mental note he'd just taken, he'd keep in the limits of human. And that'd be a perfect chance to get her a fan of Chelsea. Oh, that'd be wonderful.

He chuckled. "We were planning a three-to-three match with some of the guys, but I could never get the chance to talk to them yet. But I s'ppose you will, I have many match appointments." Wait, did she just stressed the word favourite? Okay, now he knew was blushing. He lowered his eyes to the ground, and didn't notice Marie blush at the same time. Awkward moment..?

Lori smiled back at Annie, and took her arm from around her shoulder, returning it to her side. "Forget playing now. Lets go find your diary thingy-magiggy. It'll be moooch eeasier to go now." Just because she didn't want to think about playing football. It was a HORRIBLE game. Hmpfh. Mud. Running. No heels. What a bad life.

Lorelai shrugged a little bit and sighed. ".. There are girls that like the attention." Obviously not her. She was fine with normal attention.

From the head to the chest, what next? "How about if I use my shoulder, is that allowed?" It sounded a little safer than the head or chest.

Okay, so he got really quiet when she said she liked spending time with him, maybe it wasn't such a good idea for her to tell him that. She didn't want to scare him off already. Then he asked her to watch a match with him. "I would love to watch with you next Saturday." She noticed his hesitation when he asked though. Was he having second thoughts about this? She really hoped not because she wanted to be with him whenever she could.

"Well you just let me know when and where you are playing and I will be there." Again with the hot cheeks, would this never end, was she always going to feel like this when she talked to him now. Looking up she noticed that Evan was looking at the ground and also seemed a bit nervous now. Yep, awkward moment here for both of them it seems.