"Yeah, she is." she replied happily and gave him a warm hug back. She loved Adam's hugs, hehe. "I just realized.. I need a nickname!" she said with a little laugh. Nobody has every given her one... except for her mom, who called her Bonbon.

"Sappysyrup..."Adam suggested with a laugh.

"Oh wow." she said with a fake eye roll.
"I'm not Canadian!" she said laughing.
She turned and walked around the classroom, inspecting little things here and there.
"Why do you think it's empty in here? They never mention this classroom in Hogwarts, A History." she asked, looking confused while she paced around the empty classroom.

Adam looked around, and sighed. He didn't know why he had acted so weird to Kurumi and Ever in the kitchens a few days ago.He hoped he could fix his problems with Ever and apologiese to her. He took a seat and began writing on a piece of parchment.

Ever Lily Youngblood
I am sorry for acting so weird to you the other day in the Kitchen - I've never had to deal with my Kurumi and my crush at the same time and something got to me that day...I never meant to cause any trouble for you, I am sorry

Adam Burn.

He'd give that letter to her.

Adam stood up and walked over to her. Getting his wand out also. "Saw a monster or something...Ever- good thing you saw me- I needed to give you this..."Adam said passing her the note.

Adam smiled back when she randomly smiled at him. "It's all because of Walnut and Cloudy- those two are like Ex Best Friends...Haha, those rascals- so are you fine, with school and stuff? Got anything to do for Valentines day?"Adam had no clue where he was going with this but it would be less awkward than silence.

"Maybe we should just hang out that day...You know- so you won't be bored...STUDYING? The exam is like 5 months away, why are you studying...I'll do that the week before my exams- cram everything into my head..."He laughed at himself.

Vienna had been wandering round the school exploring when she came across a room a classroom she hadn't been in before stepping inside she noticed it was empty. Deciding the solitude was refreshing she got out her books to do her homework

For Ze Frenchie~
 

Feeling herself grow weary from studying, Cosette felt the need to get out of the stuffy dorm and get out. She had been working hard on her homework, trying to find the most suitable costume for the costume ball and.. replying to her brothers letters. She wasn't particularly thrilled he had gotten himself a girlfriend. It was nice and all for him, of course. She just didn't want to deal with some random girl in her house during the Summer. Biting her scowling lower lip, she rounded the corner in the corridor.

Getting out from the thoughts swirling in her head, she opened the random door nearest to her and closed it. Pressing her back against the door, she let out a loud sigh. "Zis iz rediculouz, Cozzette." She muttered to herself. She shouldn't get so worked up. She still had exams and.. Noel. Feeling a flutter in her chest, she shook her curled blond mane. She had left him a note in the boys dorm, telling him to meet her here. They had to get some dance lessons before the ball! Plus, she just wanted to spend some more alone time with him before school ended. Even though they would most likely spend time in the summer, she just liked to walk around the school with him.

Smiling, she pushed herself off the door and walked over to where she had set up an old phonograph. She ran her fingers over a few of the classical records she had brought and took one out of the sleeves. Running it in her hands, she placed it onto the dock and cranked the machine up. Now.. to wait. She placed the needle onto the record and swiveled the head and felt the loud blast of classical music hit her ears. "Woah." She chuckled, turning it down a notch.

After fixing it, she turned around and placed her hands on her hips. "Now.. ze desks." Smiling, she reached into her combat boots and took out her wand. Levitating the desks to the sides so they could have room to dance, she smiled when she finished with the task. Placing her wand back in her boot, she ran her hands down her sequined skirt. Hopefully he would show up.

Having just gotten back from his walk on the grounds, he was rather excited when he found the note there for him on the side stand next to his bed. From Cosette of course, with the place where they were supposedly meeting. Hurrying with a quick shower and change of clothes, he stood in front of the mirror and adjusted his shirt before shaking his head at himself. It was fine. Just dancing...lessons. From Cosette.

Smiling, Noel grabbed the note and hurried down to at least the third floor before slowing down. So many stairs, what was up with that? Two levels was still big enough. As he got near to where he was supposed to meet her, he began to feel as if he were getting lost. Again. It wouldn't have been the first time that has happened in this castle, even if he had almost been here for a year. His thoughts had been preoccupied, and he had not time for exploring.

Just about giving up as well, the young French man ran his hands through his hair, stopped in the middle of some corridor that may have been on the first floor, or ground, he didn't know and...glancing both ways. He was sure he was in the right place. Right? Hearing a sudden blast of music, his head turned towards a door. Music? Coincidence? Perhaps. Investigation was in order. Slowly opening the door, he peaked in his head to see what was up, seriously hoping that some class wasn't in session at the moment before his eyes laid upon a rather lovely sight. Silently shutting the door behind him, Noel stuffed the note in the pocket of his jeans and took off his jacket, revealing his white rather boring white t-shirt. What? It was clean! "Ready to have your toez stepped on?"

Not literally of course.

Hearing a familiar voice from the entrance of the classroom, Cosette turned around and smiled at Noel, happy to see he found his way here. With both of them coming here to the school this year, they both had gotten a bit lost around the castle a few times. Luckily they had it down now. She thought. Smiling bright, she walked over and wrapped her arms around him in a tight hug. She was still glad he had gotten out of the tournament alive. She didn't even care if he won or not. "Bonjour, mon cher." She whispered, pulling herself from the embrace.

Chuckling at his comment, she reached her hand out and pointed over at the open area upon where they would be dancing, the soft hum of the music in the background. "I don't zink you can, monsiuer. I am a very good danzer." She could probably dance around the little miss ups. She smiled, putting a hand on the side of his face. She was a bit sad to see the year coming to an end. "Do you know what you are going to be for ze ball?" She had already picked out her character and her costume was just owled over by her father earlier in the morning. She was definitely pleased with it.

Wrapping his arms around her and holding her close, he happily smiled as he tossed his jacket to the side of the room. It felt like forever since the last he saw her! Which, was not that long ago actually. "Bonjour." He whispered back, glancing over to the open area. Well, wasn’t this a cozy dancing place! Definitely enough room to dance in.

"I'll try to make it eazier for you." He chuckled, moving further into the room. The music was rather nice. It definitely got him in the dancing mood, but also the tired mood as well. Strange what classical music did to someone. Quick! Do something to wake himself back up!

Smiling a closed smile, he turned back around, moving back over to Cosette. "Ze ball?" he asked, contemplating this. "Hmm, I don’t know." Sliding one hand around her waist, he took her hand in his and twirled them both around before dipping her slightly, staring into her gray eyes. Umm what? He was supposed to be a bad dancer. Hehe, oops! "What are you going az?"

Oh how she has missed his touch. Cosette smiled when he wrapped his arms around her, making her almost want to swoon and just curl up in those arms! Clearing her voice, she smiled and walked over towards the open space, seeing his jacket fly off onto one of the moved desks in the corner. Well he was making himself comfortable! Looking down at her outfit, she placed her hands on her skirt and muttered a spell. Seconds later, her skirt turned from a short sequin skirt to a long and flowy black cotton one. Hey, she wanted something that she could twirl around in.

Chuckling, she looked at him with a smile. "Oh really now?" She mused, a sly smirk forming on her face. But moments later, he was spinning her and dipping her, causing her to let out a yelp! Wasn't he supposed to be a bad dancer? Low in the dip, her leg was in the air due to habit. Giggling, she snaked a hand around his neck to steady her. "I zaught you were a bad danzer?" She smiled, an eyebrow quirking up at her question. Was he lying just so he could dance with her alone?

Biting her lip, she wondered if she should tell him. Looking up into his blue eyes though, she realized she couldn't say no. Drat. "I am being Anne Boleyn, ze zecond wife of King 'Enry ze eigth." She smiled, knowing that her and the dead queen had quite a lot in common. "My pere zent me ze drezz zis morning. It's a bright green renaissanze drezz. Fit for a queen." Smiling, she slyly bent her head up and gave him a soft kiss on his lips. Smirking at her distraction, she maneuvered her way out of his dip and grasp before her skirt twirled around her as she stood now before him. "You 'ave to get a better 'old on me, amour. You don't want me to fall on ze danze floor, oui?" Especially in front of everyone.

Moving his hand more around the small of her back so she wouldn’t fall, he kept her up easily, though tried not to have a death grip. He really didn’t want he to drop, though he was confident that he wouldn’t. He would NEVER let her. "What are you talking about? I am a bad danzer." Noel just had his really good moments which were ninety percent of the time. Hehe.

Anne Boleyn? Wife of a King. Well, now he knew what he was going to be for the costume Ball. Or at least, in general what he should be. Pulling her a little closer, he tried to imagine what the dress would look like. A bright green renaissance dress. "Zen it zuits you perfectly." He muttered, the soft kiss quieting his words. What? Non, that was too short! Wait…Standing up in surprise as she was now in front of him and not his arms, a smile started to appear instead of the surprised expression as he stared at her. "I won't let you fall. Promize."

Taking a step forward, he wrapped his hands around her waist, before leaning down and placing a kiss on her lips. "Zough...we should practice to make zure I won't." Oui? Well he thought so.

Oh he was good, almost to good. Had he just lied so he could get some extra time with her before the ball? Cosette had to hand it to him, it was a card she had played before. Being pulled against him again, she placed a slender and arched hand on his shoulder, her eyebrow peaked up once more. "Well zen, I am glad to be in zuch capable 'andz." Her smirk spread wide as she pointed out at his sly trick. She should have seen it coming.

Oh, now he was kissing her! Smiling against his lips, she almost felt like the first time they had kissed. Well, not so much surprised, but the feelings. She could almost feel the butterflies all over again. When he pulled away to speak, she tilted her head to the side and pressed a kiss to his warm and smooth neck. Maybe that would boil his blood. "A wife of a King zuits me?" She inquired, leaning back up to look up at him. Damn she wished she was the same height as him. "I 'ope you will be my King for ze ball then." He hadn't asked her to the ball, let alone to possibly be - dare she say it - boyfriend and girlfriend. Realizing she might as well just take the reigns, she said it.

Moving her hips where he placed his hands, she gave him a wink before pointing her finger at the phonograph, raising the volume just a tad while changing the song to a more up-beat tempo. They didn't need to be falling asleep on the dance floor! "I bet you zay that to all ze girlz." She teased, placing a hand on his and bringing it up for the Waltz position.

It looked like she was catching on to him. Whether that was good or not, he didn’t know, nor did he care. It didn’t look like she was leaving either, and that’s all that mattered.

That…that felt really nice. Feeling his head heat up, starting from the spot on his neck where she had kissed him, he gulped deeply before clearing his throat quietly. Focusing would be rather good. It did look like a classroom in here, so who knows if and when a Professor would walk in. "Oui, only ze best." For her of course. Smiling down at her, he ran a finger on the top of her forehead before tracing his finger to the side of her head, brushing a few strands of hair behind her ear. Him? Be her King for the ball? Was she…asking him to be her date?

"If zat iz what you want." He murmured, the smile continuing to play on his face. He had been planning to ask her, but he wasn’t sure if she did just now or not. Time to find out? "Only if you’d be my Queen of courze." Not exactly in question form, but it was general enough to know. Oui?

With the sudden music change, he blinked a few times, remembering that they were in a classroom and were supposed to be dancing. Right. Chuckling, he held her hand gently yet firmly in his, making sure to keep up his posture and such. "Only ze ones who's names are Cosette."

It was out of her character to leave someone who meant so much to her. Smiling, Cosette shook her head in a playful manner, her blond waves tousling around and falling past her shoulders. Her hair had gotten pretty long over the term. Maybe a nice trim would be in order when she went back home to Bordeaux over the Summer. She was still in shock that Noel lived there as well and yet she hadn't ever seen him!

Side stepping to the beat of the music, she let out a chuckle as he ran his finger along her face. She felt a shiver run through her when he pushed back her hair behind her ear, almost making her emit a soft sigh. That was definitely a nice feeling. "I am ze luckiezt woman in ze world." She whispered, feeling herself swell with emotions inside. Who would have thought she would meet someone so.. so wonderful within the first year of leaving France. Not to mention he actually was French as well. It was almost comical how that happened.

Did he really not think she wanted to go with him? She had been itching for him to make some notion for weeks now. Maybe he was just shy about it, Brielle had mentioned that he was sometimes. Shrugging her shoulders lightly, she winked and gave him a hearty smile. "Of courze. I wouldn't want to go wiz anyone elze." Which was too true. Anyone else would just make no sense. So he has been wanting to ask her! Her little push was all he needed. Closing her eyes in a sweet and modest fashion, she nodded while looking down. "Why yez. I would like zat, your majezty." She smiled, moving down into a curtsy. Might as well start acting the royal part, oui?

He was such a charmer. Chuckling, she kept up with the tempo of the dance, smiling up at him and feeling like she was on cloud nine. "I 'ope there aren't any other Cozett's you know." She impishly smiled, doing a little twirl in his grip. Now that would be unfortunate to know she wasn't the only one.

Following along with her for a moment to the song before becoming a bit more confident in his steps, yes the beginning was always the ‘hard’ part for him at first, he smiled as he heard her whisper. The luckiest woman? "We are perfect zen, becauze I’m ze luckiest man in ze world." Obviously, they went together then.

He beamed as he finally knew that she would go with him to the ball. She said 'yes'! in other words. Of course, it didn't really go as he planned, which he had all planned out in his mind but never really got around to doing so because of nerves, however it was still perfect as ever. Dancing with her, with music playing the background, and no one else around. Oui, it was perfect.

And he was being curtsied to? That was a first. Then again, he was a King. Hehe. Perhaps he should bow back...Oops! Nope, he was losing his footing in the dancing. Perhaps a bow afterward. Like people did in other dances. "None zat I know of." he chuckled as she twirled. Tilting his head to the side, he nodded a few times here and there as if contemplating something, shrugging his shoulders out of instinct. "Even if zere waz, zere iz only one of you. And I'd mozt certainly chooze you over ze rezt." There was no competition there.

After long expanses of just thinking and reminiscing about his school years, it was in the abandoned classroom number eleven that Aiden Chevalier found himself at the end. For now, at least. Who know if his feet would wander some more like his mind was no doubt going to do. He decided that he was tired of the thinking, so he just plopped into one of the seats and leaned back, making himself as comfortable as he could do in the somewhat small desk-chairs, then rested his head back a little as his eyes closed.

Aaaaaaaaah.

Two days. Two days until Miss Savannah Conrad would be in New York City modeling and with her boyfriend. It was a lovely thought wasn't it? Savannah sure thought it was. Of course, there was something strange though. Savannah was actually going to MISS this dull place and she knew it. Now, she still wanted to leave of course, New York City was MUCH more fun to wander around then this school. Especially since she didn't have to wear uniforms.

Right now, she was just trying to take in everything, remember every single place she could about this school. It wasn't like she was coming back any time soon, nope, this was forever and quite honestly, she was excited about it. Savannah wandered and kept wandering up she ended up in the old classroom, one which held a few memories. Her first thought was to go to a desk and just sit and stare around, try to remember every detail she could.

That thought? Yeah, it changed. Savannah smirked, crossing her arms over her chest as she leaned against the door frame. Wasn't THIS a lovely surprise."Hey YOU, what are YOU doing here?"The typical smirk was etched on her face, eyes shifting in the 17 year old's direction.

Aiden heard the creak of the door as it opened, but he kept his eyes closed. Hopefully the person would see him resting his eyes and then he or she would leave and find some other place to go.

This thought disappeared completely right after he heard the first two accusatory words. Hah! As if he was doing something wrong by sitting in a classroom minding his own business. He smiled though, because that was just Savannah being her usual self, and he opened his eyes and straightened up before answering. "Well, I was taking a little break, but that didn't last very long." He turned. "What are you doing here?"