He glanced between the two girls and his frown deepend. First they were furious with him. Then they were crying. Then they were as happy as the first day he had met them. Then back to nearly crying. Now happy again.

He put a hand to his head and flopped onto his back. It was starting to give him a headache; all the circles.

But they were back to talking about classes. Classes that didn't involve the Great Hall conversation. He let out a heavy breath. He had trouble letting things go, especially when there was opinion to be had, but Allison had accepted his apology and Arya...well Arya just seemed to want to forget. He supposed it wasn't that much to ask to let it go.

So he did and let his eyes return to the stars. That only reminded him he had Astronomy homework to do. Joys.

"Fun?" Allison gasped, "Fun? You must be kidding. Arya I, Allison icky Scott, smacked you with an old soccer ball. Or football, whatevs!" Crawling towards Sabel once more she cushioned her head with his stomach and sighed. He was so warm and his tummy screamed of cuddles, so moving slightly as to be perpendicular to him Allison shifted her head on his stomach.

"That class was awful. I'm sure Professor Lawson knows what he is talking about, but I was so bored. I dun care sasquatch about soccer," Allison delivered the word with disgust. "So were you Arya, don't lie! I saw you. If it hadn't been for my gum you would have fallen asleep!"

Staring back up to the stars she stole a glance to Sabel when he fell back and watched Allison rest her head on his stomach.Arya laughed at Allison feeling slightly better, and glad Sabel had stoped with his questioning. "I was fun when we started to play soccer, but talking about the history was boring. And I wasn't about to fall alseep...I was just gonna give my eyelids a break." She hoped the next class was just as fun and active as this class was.

Just when he had decided to relax, to turn his attention back to the stars and settle with listening to his friends chat about classes he felt something on his stomach. At first he thought perhaps it was doing loops from the memories of flying, or that he was hungry as he had barely eaten anything that day. It was definetly one or the other.

He moved his hand to pat his stomach and instead patted...HAIR?!

His first instinct; jump. Jump high and far and try not to scream.

His second, as he knew the jumping and running would probably result in him tumbling into a knotted pile instead, was to go rigid still. And so he did. As if he was being confronted with a Tyranasoraus-rex he froze. They couldn't see you if you didn't move and he hoped that somehow the same concept applied to this situation, though he was fairly certain that the logic didn't.

Though he did decide it would be best to cautiously remove his hand from the path of danger and returned it slowly and carefully to his side while he chanced a glance down at who had invaded his bubble. ALLISON?!

Of course it was Allison, she had just petted him not five minutes ago. It was a smigen more comfortable to know that it was her and not...well he wasn't too sure who he thought it was at the time but currently there were a few names running through his head. Just a smigen. But that didn't mean his tatics would change. Nope. He lay there. Dead still.

"Sorry Arya, but you are on your own. I've got a long list of classes I'm planning on taking this term. And Muggle Studies isn't working for me," Allison said as a matter-of-factly. Humming she thought of a way for her to see Arya more often. As it was, with all the classes starting she had barely caught a glimpse of Anastasia.

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Her mother's butterfly was as alluring to Allison as were the night stars. Shining and glowing, with an inescapable sense of both stars and butterfly having a sort of soul. To her, each star was a person who had passed, and her mother's magic was for Allison a proof of an existence. Both appealed to her greatly.

"I love the stars. But you know what, I can't wait for Charms! My mum is-"

"Gah!" Sabel's hand had landed on Allison's perfect Chaucer hair-do. Not knowing whether to be bothered because Chaucer's masterpiece would be ruined or because her chatting was interrupted Allison opted to continue her sentence, "My mum is excellent with charms. When her butterfly disappeared I was quite worried."

But what was this? Her pillow had suddenly gone rock solid, and the only way to make it all work out in her head...was logically poking it. Poking Sabel's stomach Allison growled. Why should her pillow be uncomfortable? Heck no, loosen up Sabel!

"Well atleast well still have other classes together. Are ya'll taking Care of Magical Creatures?"Arya stoped looking at the stars and closed her eyes yawning. The little...whatever they just had took what little energy she had left. The thought of sleeping in the garden was sounding really good to her right about now.

She spoke to Allison in a sleepy tone. "I can't wait for Charms either, I know a few but not much." She heard Allison make a weird noise but ignored it as she was just to comfortable to move her head or open her eyes.

OCC: Goodnight Guys! See ya in the mornin!

He tried to focus on what they were talking about. He really did. Something about Charms and then something else about Charms and a butterfly. He was about to open his mouth and ask what exactly Allison had meant by that and was going to say he was definetly taking Care of Magical creatures.

However, it may have gone over much better if a certain finger hadn't been jabbed into a certain stomach. A surprised squeak expelled itself from his lungs in place of the sentence he had been prepared to deliever, and with the vocalization his body curled inwards a bit so as to try to press his back, and thus his stomach, away from the prodding finger.

And then like an elastic band having been snapped, he collpased flat back against the earth, staring at the stars. He could feel his stomach quivering in anticipation of the next attack and he was seriously debating running. However Allison didn't seem, at the current moment, to be of any threat but poking him again or somehow hindering from said-sid escape plan.

So, out of many options, he lay there.

OOC: Alright guys. It's been a lot of fun and a hoot but I should turn in for the night. I'll definetly post here tomorrow if you guys are still RPing at this site Have good one.

Still dragging Lucy with him, Tyler walked into the student garden. He did like plants, and girls usually gave him roses on Valentines Day back home. Though he usually felt awkward to recieve so many that were anonymous. But maybe this time he would give out anonymous flowers to a certain someone. Three guesses who. Tyler let go of Lucy and wandered around the flowers, avoiding the dangerous ones of course. "Have you ever been here?"

Lucy was surprised at where he had brought her. The student garden was really pretty, and there were so many different flowers that she couldn't smell them all. She eyed him as she replied: "No, I haven't. But I don't think I want my first time here to be with you," She lied, smiling to herself. He would probably make her sniff one of the poisonous flowers and then leave her there to suffocate. Yep. Now she preferred drowning in the lake.

Ouch. Tyler didn't show it but what Lucy said hurt him a little. Sighed and comtinued looking at the flowers. The thought of giving Luce some of these pretty flowers burshed out of his head. "Well, you can leave if you don't want to stay here with me," he said, not wanting to turn around. But he slightly turned his head towards her and looked away.

Lucy could tell he was upset at what she said and so she softened her expression. Walking up behind him, she grabbed his hand again and turned him around. Looking straight at him, she said, "I was only joking, LoverBoy," hoping the use of his nickname would cheer him up. Maybe she shouldn't have been so harsh. It was so hard to keep secrets from someone you're good friends with, without hurting them. "So...what's you evil plan?" She asked, refusing to leave his gaze even if he didn't want to look at her.

Tyler just looked at Lucy, not really knowing what to say. Why did she keep calling him LoverBoy? "I sure hope so," he chuckled. What was Tyler going to do next to her? "I don't know yet. Maybe I'll make you sniff one of the poisonous flowers and call it even," he said with an evil look on his face.

Lucy narrowed her eyes at him. "You wouldn't," She whispered. Would he? No, no, he wouldn't. Right? Lucy got a bit scared then, and starting backing off, letting go of his hand. "You're evil," She joked, giving him a cute smile. "But I like evil," She continued, "It makes me feel less lonely." He was just like her, and she couldn't get over the fact that he looked so cute standing there.

Tyler grabbed Lucy's hand pulled her towards him, even closer than before. "You never know, I've done bad things before so this wouldn't be a first," he smirked. "Then I guess we're more alike then you thought,"

Arya heard Sabel make an unrecognizable but didn't bother to open her eyes. She was oh so comfortable laying there in the grass. As she listened to the sounds around her she began to drift off to dream land.

Allison had woken up startled. It was late out and they were suppose to be sleeping in nice warm beds! Not on grass and on a pillow that shifted once in a while! It had seemed that her method of sleeping had done nothing to Sabel, but Arya and Emily seemed to have dozed off.

Freaking out more than necessary Allison slapped her hands in front of each of her friend's faces. "Uh-uh! If you are going to sleep, it won't be here!" Kneeling and sitting on her feet Allison groaned, "Come on yall! Wakey wakey! We got a long day tomorrow. Divination and DADA start. Must be ready for that."

Avery Isabella Grace walked over to the Student Gardens. She walked over to a flower that looked like a white lily and a tiger lily hybrid. Avery caressed the petals with her pale fingers. She murmered a song to it, not caring if she looked like an idiot. Not many people would be able to hear her voice.

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 wished she knew a few people that was her age. This place was full of little first years and second years. And they were ALL acting as if they were in love. They didn't even know what the meaning of the word is. Avery found it funny. She didn't have her first boyfrind until she was 14 and even then she wasn't obsessed enough with him to say she was in love with him. Poor little kids.

Still making as much noise as possible to wake her friends up, Allison caught sight of a small figure in the short distance. Before she could recognize the presence and possibly say hello, her mother's small butterfly flew towards the figure.

From where she was making her racket Allison could only see a girl standing among flowers with now a beautiful white glowing butterfly roaming around her head. The image was something that would register in her mind forever. Sometimes Allison thought the place more than just magical, she saw Hogwarts as tragically haunted. She herself sometimes didn't understand what things she picked up, but one thing was true. Hogwarts had a long history.

Nudging Sabel with her foot Allison kept staring at the figure. And finally saying a final "WAKE UP!" Allison rolled her eyes and walked over to the girl.

"Allison Scott. And that roaming around your head is mine," upon looking at the girl Allison was in between two options, running away terrified at the fake fangs and dark apparel of the girl, or laughing her head off that she had been so scared at first at something so ridiculously fake and make-believe. She hadn't met a single vampire who wouldn't dress like that for fun. What she did notice however with her big chocolate brown eyes, was that the girl although just a few inches taller than Allison's '4"8, was much older than Allison. She wasn't Sabel older, she was I'm a teenager and much older than you older. Tilting her head, Allison's brown silky loose curls tilted; Chaucer's hand magic on her hair was still working its magic and shined beautiful over the star lite sky.

Sabel jerked. Well rather nearly sprang to his feet with the sudden contact to his ribs. Who was he and where was he!

Blinking he looked around catching sight of Arya and Emily to one side and Allison...oh there she was; walking towards a girl he thought he recognized from the seventh floor. Reaching up he rubbed his eyes, stiffling a yawn. He had fallen asleep? Out here?

He looked around again as he rubbed his side where he had apparently been poked and prodded throughout the night. He had fallen asleep. Fancy that. And, besides the brusing he was sure to have on his ribs, he had earned a good sleep.

He was about to lie back down in the grass when he heard Allison addressing said-seventh-floor-girl, and his head swivelled over to watch them.

Arya woke up and glared at Allison. She wasn't one to take to being woken forcibly. But before she could say anything she noticed that Allison was talking to someone she couldn't see. Stratching she looked over to Sabel who was too just waking up and smiled before turning to see who or what Allison was staring at. At first she couldn't tell who it was but after rubbing the sleep out of her eyes she noticed it was Avery. She smiled a yawn to the girl. "Hey Avery."

Avery smiled as the butterfly fluttered around her head. She admired the beauty of it. Avery noticed beauty in a lot of things lately, even if they had no beauty at all. She once admired a stone wall in the dungeons and the strange patterns on the stone.

"Nice to meet you my name is Avery Isabella Grace.", she introduced herself. Avery didn't dress dark because she wanted to be a vampire, she dressed dark because it was the clothes that made her feel good about herself. She wore the fangs just because she thought they were cool. "I'm a sixth year Hufflepuff"

Avery looked at Arya and said, "Hey Arya, what have you been up too?"

Sixth year? Hufflepuff? Sabel sat up properly and crossed his legs, rubbing the ache out of his next as he gave the new girl a small smile. That was a first; he hadn't met very many sixth years, and none that he had met he could recall being in Hufflepuff.

Deciding it was best not to be rude, Sabel gave Avery a wave. "Goodmorning." He pointed at himself before having to use his hand to cover up a yawn that contained 'Sabel Dakest' mummbled in it ending with a 'sorry'.

No, he definetly wasn't a morning person.

Sitting up and crossing her legs she stretched her arms out, still a little sleepy. Looking back to Avery she lazily watched the butterfly that was flying around her head. "Nothin much..*yawn*..just naping with some friends." She smirked at Allison and Sabel, taking note that Emily was still asleep.

Allison sent Sabel a smirk, "It's still dark out Sabel. No more short naps for you while I'm around." She dotted that down in her head as well; for Allison although with energy, knew for a fact that the minute she truly went to sleep she'd wake up with a massive headache and grand disorientation.

It made sense that Arya knew the girl they were both Hufflepuffs after all. Then again Allison had no idea who the other people around the garden were. And she was sure the boy was a Ravenclaw. Nevertheless Allison gave Avery a smile and asked what had been bugging her in her mind, "Why the fangs?"

The eleven year old had no tact as to ask things, but she was really curious. She wasn't a vampire, why the fangs? Halloween season was still to come. Unless, the girl thought them overly awesome and wanted to have something similar to them. Wait, do vampires have fangs? Something to look over in the library. For sure.

"Good morning to you too", Avery smiled, "I'm Avery"
"That sounds fun. I don't fancy napping much though. I'd rather be running around and having fun", Avery said.
"I like to wear them. They look cool", Avery shrugged.