Kellen wrinkled his nose at the rather impromptu nickname, "Kel 1?" He returned Keltan's glance, not sure what to think of it. It seemed a little mean to say that Kel A and Kel 1 sounded rather like Kelly and Kelvan, so he shrugged, "It does, but... you know, I think I like the sound of Kazoo better. Or Polo. Or even Moose," which was another story all by itself. He shrugged again, "Makes it sound more like a nickname and less like a classification, you know?"

A grin crossed his face at Keltan's mention of professors, "If they even allowed the cheer squad in the first place. Something tells me if it were allowed, there'd already be one."

"Moose?" Kel raised an eyebrow, wondering where that had come from. "Hm." he pursed his lips. "Maybe you can be Kazoo?" he asked, shrugging. What did that leave him? 'Piano' didn't strike Kel as a nickname type of word. "Or would you prefer Polo? Or...Moose." because Kellen had mentioned Moose, even if Kel didn't know the reasoning behind it.

"That's true too." Kel agreed. He could imagine how many people would want to have cheered for their house...there definitely would've been a cheersquad if it was possible. At least, that was the way Kel saw it. He smiled though, and shrugged.

Even though Keltan didn't know the whole issue behind the moose, Kellen shuddered a little, "No, Moose was just... let's leave that one alone." Then he grinned, "But you know, if I were Kazoo you'd have to be Keys. Like piano keys. Or something musical like that."

"No Moose." Kel assured, almost wondering what was wrong with the name. But he surely wasn't going to ask. He had see Kellen shudder - Moose clearly wasn't a good thing.

"I like Keys." he mused, looking back at the canopy above him. He mulled it around in his brain, deciding he really liked it. He tried to think of something else that might fit, but he just wasn't creative enough. Besides, Keys was good. "You wanna be Kazoo, then?" he asked, looking over at Kellen.

"Sure. And hey, we both get to keep the 'K' at the beginning." Kellen stretched and rooted around in his trunk. He was sure there was candy in here somewhere, and there was nothing like passing around candy to break whatever ice hadn't already melted. His stomach protested for about ten seconds, the time it took it to finish digesting the food from the feast, and then it abruptly started pressuring him to find the candy faster. How lovely of it.

Kel nodded, satisfied. He watched curiously as Kazoo - ha, he'd actually use the nickname from now on - dug around in his trunk, before remembering something. He quickly flopped down on his stomach, hanging over the foot of his bed so that he could reach his own trunk. Where was it...aha!

He grinned to himself as he pulled out his stash of sugar quills, a bag of Bertie Bott's Every Flavor Beans, and the small amount of chocolate frogs that he had left over from the last school term. Content with his findings, he sat back up in the middle of his bed, dropping the sweets on the foot of his bed. "Want somethin'?" he asked Kazoo and Tyler, picking up a chocolate frog for himself.

Kellen looked up at Keys, smirking when he saw the Beans sitting there. It was a bizarre mix of relief and sadness that Neptune wasn't here this year. Relief because he wouldn't have to worry about the smallest thing setting her off, sadness because... well, he kind of missed her. A little. A bit. As for his own trunk, he shut it with an irritated sigh, "Never underestimate the thoroughness of younger sisters. They appear to have cleaned me out. Could you toss me a sugar quill?"

Chuckling, Kel tossed Kazoo the a sugar quill. "How many sisters do you have?" he asked, bouncing up on his bed so he landed sprawled out on his back. He broke open his chocolate frog wrapper, catching the chocolate before it could hop away. He quickly bit off it's head, feeling that that was the kindest way to eat it.

Jay walked up into the dormitory and sat on his bead, as he got changed he hit his elbow on the bed pole, "OW!" he said. He lay on his bed and looked for a bandage in his trunk, he found a plaster big enough and the white strip accross his nose. Then he found a bandage but he couldn't wrap it around, it hurt to much... he embraced the pain and quickly wrapped it around his Arm. "OWWWWW!!!!" he said. After a few minutes he put his trunk down and sat on the edge of his bed, "Hi guys," he said to the other Ravenclaw boys.

"Three," Kellen wrinkled his nose at the number as he caught the sugar quill, "the oldest one's seven. How about you? Any siblings?" His toes were cramping up a little, and he stretched them out. All day in shoes and not even walking anywhere... they weren't used to it.

"Hey," Kellen watched the newcomer with interest, wondering if maybe he should help with that bandage... but no. No, the boy had figured it out on his own. He wondered what had happened to him - besides the obvious elbow bang - but decided the boy might not want to talk about it. Sometimes wounds were picked up in embarrassing ways.

"Hey, er, you okay?" Kel asked, looking over at the boy that had just walked in. He raised an eyebrow at the boy, but looked over at Kazoo when he started talking.

"No brothers?" he assumed, laughing at Kazoo's expression. He must not be the 'proud big brother' type. "I'm an only child." As much as he wished differently. If only his parents had gotten a girl before him. But nooo. He inspected what was left of his chocolate frog before popping it into his mouth.

Jay turned to the Boy, "Hi," he said, getting under the covers, "Goodnight," he said falling asleep.

"Oh, uh... night?" Wow, that had been fast. Normally pain kept Kellen awake, but... different strokes for different folks.

"Not a one," Kellen shook his head. "Don't get me wrong, they're great kids sometimes, but... they kind of gang up on me." Which wasn't so much a problem when he was awake and ready for it, but the girls had no qualms with waking up in the wee hours of the morning to jump on his head while he was sleeping. "Well, seeing as how you've never experienced the joy of slightly-psychotic younger sisters, you can borrow a few of mine. Free of charge, because I like you."

"Um, G'night?" Kel blinked, surprised. Huh. Okay. He looked back over at Kazoo, laughing a bit. "Three little girls gang up on you?" he paused, thinking about this. He decided it was possible. Little girls could be vicious some times. Actually, girls in general could be vicious.

He couldn't help but laugh again. "That's...very kind of you?" He shook his head. He wouldn't know what to do with a little sister. It was probably something you had to grow up with...or, something.

"They do, Keys, they do," Kellen's tone was mock-serious. "They may be little, they may be girls, but they use pack tactics and they use them well. Also," and this statement was accompanied by an irritated twitch of the lips, "they're younger. I'm twice as old as the oldest, and if I retaliate guess who gets yelled at?" Despite the seeming bitterness of his words, he chuckled. At the end of the day he loved his sisters, even if he did set a decoy in his bed while he slept in a guest room.

Kel found himself smiling. He was beginning to really wish he had siblings, even if, by what Kazoo was saying, they would gang up on him and then he'd be the one to get in trouble by the parents for sticking up for himself. "If nothing else, it sounds like they make your life a bit more exciting." he commented, picking up a sugar quill and relaxing against his headboard again.

Mmmhmmm. "Yep!" Ty nodded, smiling at Kel A. That sounded a WHOLE lot like Kelly, actually, if you said it quickly. Bwahahaha.


"Kazoo? Polo? MOOSE??! Eh? But, ok, if you INSIST - Kel A can be Kel and YOU can be KZ!" Ty nodded, saving this new little change in his brain. KZ was a pretty cool name, to be honest, so he was ok with it.

Ty's attention left the conversation as he caught side of the moonlit grounds. :O WOW. So pretty! Mesmerised, he walked to the window and peered outside, standing on tiptoe so that he could see more.

A sudden wave of sleepiness rolled over him. Yawning, Ty shivered slightly as he felt the cold from the window creep down his spine. Time for bed.

"Ok - I'm out. Night KZ! Night Kel!" Ty called out to them and climbed into his bed. He had barely shut the blinds around his bed - these were wicked, by the way, all blue and private-y - when his head hit the pillow in exhaustion. Mere seconds later, Tyler Adams was fast asleep.

Eli plopped onto his bed after rushing up from the muggle studies class. The evil Slytherin girl bullies couldn't get him here! He sighed with relief and opened his duffel bag to unpack his stuff.

The hammer that he had taken from Muggle studies had been waiting for him. The minute he opened the bag, it flew out and immediately zoomed to his toes and started BAMMERING THEM!

YEOUCH!

This thing was crazy! Was this how it was supposed to work? Surely not. Eli had thought that it didn't have magic, that that was the whole point of muggle stuff. Though the drill had a magic moving bit too. So maybe this was normal?

Or...

Maybe the she-snakes had cast a spell on it. A dark and evil spell. They were from the dark and evil Slytherin House of Evil Darkness, after all.

That was more logical, since the (BAM! Ouch!) bammer hadn't (BAM! Stop it!) been acting all crazy-enchanted before he left the class.

Oh, those evil evil she-snakes! They must have cursed it!

(BAM!) "Knock it off!" Eli yelled at the bammer, feeling kind of stupid.

What was he going to do? He couldn't very well go back to Muggle studies and tell the professor he'd taken the bammer for protection against the slytherin girls. And no way was he going to go to his (BAM!) Head of House and admit he'd borrowed classroom equipment without permission.

He tried to grab the wooden handle and stuff it back into the duffel bag. The bammer responded by jerking away from him and tapping him in the knee. He grabbed for it again and it flew up out of reach, then swooped down and TAP! bammed him on the head. Yeouch!

Eli could almost swear it was laughing at him.

So, what to do with an obviously cursed object? There was only one professor who was qualified to (BAM! Ok, this was just getting annoying.) help with a cursed bammer.

The DADA professor.

Eli stood up and walked to the door. The bammer followed, tap-tap-tapping the floor behind him. As he paused to open the door, the bammer went back to work on his toes.

He rushed out of the room, heading for the DADA areas. Maybe someone there could help him. The bammer chased behind him, tapping out its path behind him on the stone floor.

BAM BAM BAM BAM BAM BAM...