"I don't know. He got an army of girls to gang up on me." she said with a scoff. "Thanks so much." she said happily looking up at him and giving him another hug.
"You're the only person who knows this about me." she whispered in his ear and wanted to get out of the library.
"I really want to get out of here. Where do you want to go?" she asked him with a sweet smile.

"Anywhere...I'm glad you appreciated it, though, pretty nervewracking.I had no clue what I was going say, at least I avoided the drama, as you've seen I'm not good with drama...Let's go to the treehouse, unless, one of THEM are already there."Adam said.

having watched everone go he sits back down to his work

Enya walked into the reading lounge. She picked up a book, and sat down on a couch, pretending to read, but not feeling much like it.

ENYA getting up so fast he almost tips over the table I am sOOOO glad to see you moving to her Where have you been I been looking all over for you,you went to talk with Brandin that day then that was it last i saw you was sitting at the lake with your head on his shoulder grabing her hand and walking her back to the table Are you ok

Enya just puts her arms around his neck and holds on tight. "I think so." She whispered. "Michael, Bradin's gone home to die." She said softly. "The curse has been lifted from me, but it's going to kill Bradin very soon. I've been saying my goodbyes." She said softly,

the color starts to drain from him " that's not fair, cant some one do somthing bout it He never wished any ill will to Brandin Wot has prof. Tate said bout this ,,,,, Are you ok,,,, can i do anything

Enya shook her head. "His dad's done everything possible. there is nothing that can be done about the curse. You can't cheat death." She said softly. then looking up into his eyes wit her own teary ones she whispered. "I think I will be ok, but could you hold me for a while?"

reaching for her and pulling her to him he hold her stroking her hair "As long as you need me too"

She wrapped her arms around him. laying her head on his shoulder, listening to his heartbeat. Somehow, every feeling that she had been fighting just washed over her again. It was like the pain she was feeling was just gone and she was wrapped in the warmth and comfort of love.

I know your family wont help you but if you need money to stay here or to go to him just tell me I how I can help you

Enya shook her head. "I promised him that his last moments would be with his family alone, and I'm going to keep that promise." She whispered. "There is only one way you can help me, and you're doing it." she replied, wrapping tighter into the hug.

"It is getting late lets get you back to your house you are going to need your friends now more than ever" standing her he walkes her out of the library and too her house door

Fee had read her love novel till the last page and just got another book.
A thriller this time.
She sat down at one of the velvet couches and started reading.
*Happy Sigh*
She loved books.

Margaret had to admit that he had surprised her. Not because he had read the book, of course, for she was quite sure that many had done so or there wouldn't be as many copies of the book in that library as there were, but because he actually had a valid appreciation of the beginning of the book. Wow. Could the boy actually have a tiny bit of brains or was it just something he had heard someone else saying and was repeating it to impress her? Mmm... Probably the second option. He still didn't look smart enough in her book. "No, no it's not," She agreed, her eyes looking at him with clear suspicion. "Into perspective? It's not perspective that I want, it's fact and fact alone. I prefer to get my own perspective than follow that of others," She shifted in her seat so that she'd look taller and mightier.

Ah, it seemed like her new position had worked wonders, for he actually seemed to have finally worked out his tiny little mind to understand what she wanted him to do all along. Nevertheless, she couldn't even phantom as to why he had not picked it up before nor why he actually had to ask her when she showed it in more than one way. "Do not tell me that you haven't picked up the answer to that yet," She rolled her eyes. "I've been telling it to you ever since we met." She sighed and glanced around, noticing how the library was beginning to get slightly packed and, perhaps, a bit noisy too. If it got worse, she'd just have to find somewhere else to go to where people could not be seen. Margaret had no idea of where that may be, though. "Ah, and the answer to that is 'yes' if you really haven't worked it out yet."

Cassandra turned to the final page and was surprised, she just finished her History of Magic book. She put the book down and looked around the room, looking for a familiar face, but everyone's noses were buried inside their books. She didn't want to return to the noisy common room just yet, luckily, she had thought of bringing another book...so without another word, she brought out her fiction book and began reading once more.

'Pam's right. I need to calm down,' Liz thought.

"Okay, okay, I will," she said with a smile.

Again, Liz began to browse in her book. Nothing... nothing... Ah!

"It says here that you didn't always have to be 17 to enter. People our age would enter." Why hadn't people thought of the 17-years-to-enter thing before?
"Seems like it would just be logical to have to be 17, huh? Finding anything interesting?"

"hmm, that's interesting, I guess cause kids our age didn't know the right spells." She read through her book some more. "Well nothing really, just the different tasks they'd use in teh past."

"Yeah, that's all I'm finding too."

Liz switched books. Nothing.

"Everything I'm picking up has the same information. We could check some of the out and read them more later. Want to?"
She was getting very bored. And what is one terrific way to break boredom?
"We should do some more exploring!"

"Ok! We'll head here on the way to the dorms later, so that we don't have to carry them, or take an extra trip." She glanced out the window, then back to Liz. "Where to now?"

Lilyana turned the page of Hogwarts, a History and learned it was the last page. Wow! I really do read fast life people say I do! She thought. Most people at her school before Hogwarts would sit and watch her read because they said she did it so fast it was fascinating.... yet she thought that creepy.
Lilyana looked around to see how many people had come into the reading lounge since she had gotten there. She didn't see anyone she knew, but she wanted to stay anyhow, and started looking for another book. Perhaps a good teenage romance novel?

"I'll put these books back real quick."
Indeed, it was very quick, as a result of the fuel of more exploring.

"Okay, where have we not explored...? Oh! We could go see where the kitchen is and find a way in!"
A pre-dinner snack sounded nice to Liz. This time, it was her grabbing Pam's hand and dragging her out.

"That sounds f-" Again Pam was pulled out the library, she didn't mind. She was laughing all the way.

"I see your point," Teagan nodded good-naturedly, "but maybe what you mean is you have your own point of view. Getting your own perspective kind of defeats the whole purpose of it... perspective is supposed to not be limited to just one individual's understanding of things. At least that's what I like to believe." Teagan rounded up his little speech by snapping his book shut. He was in no way disheartened by her rudeness and general lack of people skills, but he was also quite a smart lad and knew when he was fighting a lost cause. And while he didn't believe in giving up, he was clearly wasting his positive vibes on someone who cared nothing about him or his efforts.

"Well, I'm sorry for not picking it up sooner. I won't bother you any more then," he said with a smile, getting up. He placed his book back into his pocket and looked to his left and his right, deciding on the spot which way to leave. "I hope you enjoy Hogwarts, I really do." And he meant it.

America? Hm, Kel had never been there. He'd never been to Spain, either. Really, his Spanish speaking skills were useless. But who knew, maybe he'd meet someone that spoke it, too. That would be cool. "The Durmstrang students are probably the ones staying with us Ravenclaws." he guessed, nodding. If the Beauxbatons were staying with the Slytherins, that kind of made sense.

"I'm good at some magic," he told her, "Charms and things." He wasn't the best at dueling, or the abstract things like Arithmacy and Divination. But he highly doubted those subjects would be in the tournament. "I'm in my seventh year. I turn eighteen at the end of this month." he answered. "And I've already entered. It's just a matter of getting chosen, now."