Whyyy did Annie have to do alll those really really cute things and make Drew smile a whole lot! He didn't know nor did he care. "I love you." He said quietly to her still smiling his sweet smile.

"No no Annie you weren't pressuring me at all. It's just I don't know it might be awkward to be around Kellen after the dancing lessons last term...." He said honestly. It would be superrrr weirrrd if Kellen was upset or something!

Geez. "Why can't you do all these things, and I just stick to the part of saying I love you, too...??" She asked, though joking. Drew was as cute as he was, with that smile that melted her to the floor. "I love you...so much. And thanks...for loving me..." Because it was weird loving a girl who used to be a total tomboy. xD

"He's not mad or anything. I mean, we had to change partners already." She said, remembeing that day. "And well, the poor guy was already suffering becuase I kept squishing his foot." She said, nodding.

Carter chuckled a little bit. "I guess..." he said. "About as worked out as things can be after you were given potion, kissed one of your friends... a few times... in front of all your other friends... break up with your girlfriend, then fight with her again..." he rambled.

Yeah... didn't Mia just say that she wasn't interested in hearing about his life? He was never good at shutting up though. It was a problem of his. Once he started talking he just kept going... and going...

"Sorry... you probably weren't interested in any of that." he said.

Yay, back to pie.

"My mum taught me how to make pies. And omelettes." he said. "But that is really as far as my cooking skills take me." Although... he did make something with Destiny that sounded like a sneeze.

"Oh. That's cool." he said. "What's it like having fresh food from right outside? I've always wanted some... but my parents are too busy to keep a garden."

Fee jumped onto a pumpkin. Oh comfy.
*giggle*
"Well i hope they make pimpkin bread or juice or pies out of them", she laughed,"i am a food addict."

"Unless you are planning on checking me," Sabel mused as he stopped in front of her, letting his frown fade for a faint smile, "I should be good. I'm not as clumsy as I used to be." Reaching up, he offered his hand to her once again. Yes, he preferred being active, beside her.

"Me too" she said She had an idea she gasped. "MAYBE! Maybe they make little houses out of them?!" she suggested it was far fetched. But it was an idea.

"Masterson is going to kill me!" muttered Bueller as he shamelessly tried to piece back together a large pumpkin that he accidentally destroyed with his football. If that hippie of a friend Teagan would have just played a few rounds of catch, Bueller would not have been forced to play with himself. "I should have known referring to this as pigskin would put him out." Bueller stepped away from the pumpkin and tilted his head sideways, "Not bad, not bad at all." In all honesty it was pretty bad, the pumpkin was destroyed beyond recognition of its former self.

Teagan was prancing around the pumpkin patch thinking of rainbows and unicorns and such, his face all brightened up by the prettiness of his thoughts. He really liked this place, much like he enjoyed the rest of the grounds. Some people claimed the castle was the best part about Hogwarts, but Teagan felt differently. Who wanted to be holed up inside with this nice weather and with grounds such as these?

With that sunny thought in mind, he came to a stop, scanning the rows of pumpkins. He was sure he had left Bueller somewhere nearby, but he was nowhere to be seen. Not that it was surprising in the least; that boy could not sit still for a moment. Teagan walked around some more, beginning to hum something to himself. He was slowly but surely getting to the chorus when he came upon the most horrid sight ever. Something that looked like the shrivelled remains of a pumpkin carcass loomed before him - and next to it, lo and behold! - was Bueller.

"Seriously, Bee, was this necessary?" he pointed with his shoe at the pumpkin, or what was left of it. "You are going to fix it, right?" Teagan eyed his friend with mild scepticism.

Thiago looked at he, chuckling sightly, eyebrow raised. "I could not deprive you of your divertida." He grinned up at her when he said "deprived," a word he heard a professor say and then repeated over and over again until it made sense. He smiled unconsciously when she said love. He had been nervous... She could have grown up. Forgotten he said he would marry her when they were of age... He reached into his pocket and fingered the chain and stones there. Did she not want to think about that? He looked up at her and rested his chin on her knee. "My classes... No e dificil, really, mas... No one understands me." He laughed, and then frowned. "Someone said something about my accent. See-duc-teeve, she said. What does that mean?" he asked, irritated at his foolishness.

Glad that his frown had faded, a grin spread across her face. "I do plan on checking you, Mr. Dakest." Though if he had broken something, she was sure she would know without checking him. Quickly slipping her hand into his, she went back to hopping the pumpkins with him as support. "I have padding for when we skate, just in case." She rarely wore it, but for some odd reason, always carried it in her bag.

Oooooooh. He... Second year... Drama... oooooh.

Leilani shook her head. "No, not really." She wasn't the dramatic type. Okay, not true. She could be overly dramatic. She just wasn't one of those DIVA! people. Gah, those bugged her more than anything. Even the little first year ones. She wasn't all that fond of first years really. She hadn't yet come across one she actually liked *adds to mental list*

Leilani tried not to smile as Kale scooted next to her. She took his hand in hers and grinned. She liked holding his hand. Really. Compared to his though, her hands were small. Even the ring on her fourth finger was tiny. Whatever. She was still holding his hand.... *grin*

"Aha! Look who decided to show up?” said Bueller as he gave Teagan a swift pat on the back. Bueller knew that even the most loyal of tree huggers couldn’t resist a game of "outside" catch.

Bueller couldn’t help but roll his eyes at his friends pesky whining. "Listen buddy I did what I could do. This pumpkin has character now. He's like a brave soldier returning from battle." Bueller knelt down next to the pumpkin, “I mean look at him? He’s strong!” Bueller flexed his arm as he starred at the decrepit pumpkin.

Looking up at his friend Bueller could tell Teagan was not pleased. “So what happened? Did you get tired of running around the forest? It’s not made of pig you know. It’s just an expression.” said Bueller as he tossed the football to Teagan.

Kale was smiling from ear to ear. She was holding his hand! That was making his day he was pretty sure then this day couldn't get any better. "I normally don't have that much drama either...but some reason that little girl just got on my nerves." Kale was trying not to make too big a deal out of holding her hand in case she decided to leave then. "Other than that no drama for me either." Kale was getting rather comfortable with Lani and couldn't stop smiling for antyhing. "So..." Kale wasn't sure what to say, he wanted to know where they stand..they were holding hands but what does that mean...

Oh.

Wow.

As Carter went to explain what had happened anyway, obviously he wanted to get it off his chest, Mia was trying to take it all in but it all seemed very complicated and it made her head hurt. "You don't need to apologise to me, it sounds like you have a lot on your mind. I have a feeling there is more to the story here but from the little I do know, I take it you kissed Destiny in front of your girlfriend and now she is mad, right? Does she know that you were under the influence of a love potion?"

Mia ran her fingers over the petals of the small flower before handing it out for Carter. It wasn't going to solve all his problems but she was hoping it might cheer him up some.

Well at least Carter knew how to cook some things. Mia chuckled a little, "At least that is something. My mother cannot even boil water very well and so cooking lessons from her was not a good idea. I'm good at preparation but not so much with the cooking." She shrugged her shoulders, it wasn't like she was preparing on cooking for anyone anytime soon.

"Hmm I guess it's alright. I don't know any different so I have nothing to really compare it to. I do know that it is a lot of hard work. My family are in charge of the cattle. I think it's because my father is a wizard and he uses magic to subdue the animals when it's time to...you...know..."

Eat them! But she couldn't bring herself to say it. Mia knew it was the way of the world and it was needed for survival but there was no way she was eating something that she had helped look after.

"But yeah we never really go without unless we suffer from droughts or floods but that rarely happens." It had never happened while Mia had been alive but she did remember Artie telling her of tales when they were almost starving but she had a feeling he had just been talking that up to make her work harder.

Leilani blushed. "Soooo..." Heh, awkwaaard. She pulled her hand away from his and scratched her arm.

...
...
*silence*

Little Voice in the Back of Her Head: SAY SOMETHING, STUPID!!
*glare*

"I-I... uhhh..." Leilani stuttered. Crud. She stuttered when she was nervous.

Teagan smiled and was just about to return the pat when Bueller decided to make fun of the doomed pumpkin even further. "There's nothing brave about that, look at the poor thing! It's pathetic!" He complained, touching the pumpkin soldier in a caring, faraway manner. It took him a while to snap out of it, but eventually he straightened up and whipped his head around. "What if Masterson sees this? Have you thought of that before you went on your killing spree?" Teagan reprimanded his friend, though his tone was mellow.

"What IS it made of then?" Teagan asked, expecting to hear some other animal's name. Probably a baby seal or something. Bueller was just Bueller, he couldn't help himself. Either way, he caught the football and tossed it back with extremely sharp reflexes.

Bueller watched with a raised eyebrow as Teagan caressed the pumpkin. “Teagan, look around, there are a million other pumpkins just like that one. I doubt Masterson will miss it.” Bueller was confident in his words as he proceeded to walk away from the crime scene.

Turning back to answer Teagan’s question Bueller’s stomach was met with the football, which caused him to hunch forward, “Watch it! You could have killed me!” he yelped as he rubbed his aching stomach.

Not daring to throw the ball back to Teagan he cradled it with his right arm, “Well, back in the day the ball was covered in pig’s bladder, hence why it is referred to as pigskin. Now. . .I don’t know man, it’s made out of some synthetic material." Bueller didn't understand why it mattered, "Sometimes it’s made of leather”, he said as he held up a hand to calm his friend down, “but don’t worry this ball is Teagan friendly. No pigs were harmed in the manufacturing of this ball.” said Bueller as he flashed his friend a large smile.

Bueller hadn’t the faintest idea as to what exactly his football was made of, for all he knew it was made of hippogriff butt, but what Teagan didn’t know wouldn’t hurt him. Bueller didn’t have time to worry about the consequences of his lies; he’d worry about that in the after life.

Hayley quickly turned around as she heard that familiar voice. "Truce? Yeah ri-" She said being cut off as he said he had a new game. Uh oh, what could this be about?

But then.....he WINKED. :O

--Earning a blush in return from Hayley and a glare.

However he apologized and she stopped glaring at him, still slightly annoyed however. Kick pumpkins? Wouldn't that hurt though? Mehh. She watched as he tried to show her an example but it didn't really work out, as the pumpkin smashed all over his shoe.

"Wait Jayce. Are you having fun?" She asked honestly. She wanted to know, and if he was that was what she wanted him to be; happy.

Jayce nodded. "Yes, a truce." Heh. Not for long though. He might have forgotten to mention that. And well.. since the whole kicking pumpkins thing hadn't worked out very well, he decided their little war wasn't over just yet.

"I'm sorry." he repeated again. Gahhh. Why was he so forgetful. Mehhhhh. He liked it when she blushed though. He wouldn't deny the fact. MWAHAHA. He felt like he had evil powers over her.

Heh. "So.. Kicking pumkins wasn't my best idea.." he trailed off, grinning at his stupidity. "But... i still like your idea." he said quickly as he bent over and picked up some pumkin guts.

Before throwing it, he nodded. "Hmmm.. Do you think i'm having fun?" He smiled brightly then threw the pumpkin at her.

"From Canada, well more specifically from London, Ontario; I'm muggleborn so I came from a muggle school along with my brothers. It's totally different around here for me since I'm not used to being a witch." Hailey put her hands behind her back for the moment and looked around the pumpkin patch, this was definitely an interesting ground so it made her think about what she could do.

Teagan followed him with some reluctance, glancing back at the pumpkin in concern. "Not to sound picky and all, but I don't see a million other pumpkins that are bashed up, Bee." He watched his friend with a raised eyebrow as he yelped. "See, if that pumpkin could talk, he would have said the same thing. The difference is I didn't kill you." Now that he had tossed the ball once, he was feeling ready for some physical exertion. "Come on, what are you waiting for?" Teagan shouted, his arms extended, calling for the ball.

Smiling at the Teagan friendly reference, he shook his head at Bueller. That kid sure was something else. He pondered for a moment about telling Bueller or not, knowing that he was in for a bucketful of teasing, but went on anyway. "Hey, you know, there is this girl in our House... I always seem to come across her for some reason. I think she might just be my next project," Teagan said thoughtfully.

His projects had for the most part ended in disaster. As well-intentioned and hopeful about it all as Teagan was, it mattered little. The results were always more or less doomed from the start. Teagan seemed to pick the worst possible subjects for his projects, which according to him, involved a make-over of the person's way to look at life. He picked the most angsty, uptight or recalcitrant individuals and wanted to turn them into butterflies in a matter of months. It hardly worked and the less it worked, the more Teagan became frustrated. But this time, he just knew it would be different. Of course, he had thought the same for every single project of his, but still, he remained an eternal optimist. The thought of making someone happy thrilled him.

"Can't wait for you to meet her," Teagan smiled his loony smile at Bueller, forgetting about the pumpkin completely for an instant.

"You are learning well," Eirian muttered, surprised that he was picking up synonyms so quickly. "How do you do that?" She wasn't fast learner. She wasn't even a learner. She was... just stuck in her current mindset. Petting his hair, she sighed, loving the feel of his locks - they weren't as silken as hers, but they weren't supposed to be. "That might be because you speak half in Portuguese!" she exclaimed, rolling her eyes and giggling. "Try English. Some of the words are almost the same, you know." Seductive? Oh, gosh. "It means I will have to hurt her if I see her," she offered as her reply, smiling coyly. No one was going to flirt with her Brazilian lover. She had gone through too much trouble to get him!

He nodded sheepishly, "My name is Dillon, but everyone calls me Diggy. I'm not sure why, its a nickname my aunt Irish gave me." he told her. And to ask Irish all she would say was 'It fit.' But the name stuck. "Oh um NASCAR is something in the States. They drive cars around a track going really fast to see who crosses the finish line first," It was hard to explain something like that to a wizard.

It was a pretty sights standing there at the edge of the pumpkin patch. Some of the pumpkins were as big as tires and some could fit in the palm of his hand."Oh I'm guessing it gets really cold where Durmstrang is huh?" and thats why they wouldn't have a garden later in the year like they did. "Oh Masteron is the groundskeeper. He usually has something really cool planned for us. Like a treehouse or a playground or something." he shrugged.

He was running his small brown hand over the smooth surface of the plump pumpkin. "Yeah I met him at the Opening Feast. He's a really big guy, but is he that serious all the time?" he asked her turning around to find her staring at him.

“Merlin’s Teagan, are ya done crying? The bashed up pumpkin’s handled this better than you have.” Bueller was amused and chuckled at his observation of Teagan’s behavior.

He shook his head at Teagan, “Nah man, I’ve had enough for today. That whole pumpkin fiasco really messed up the mood.” said Bueller as he gestured with his hand for Teagan to join him.

Bueller instantly regretted denying Teagan a round of catch when he heard the “girl” talk rearing its ugly head.

“Hey, there are a bunch of girls in our house and I see you running into a lot of them, so I’m not exactly sure which “girl” you are referring to.” If anything bothered Bueller it was girl talk. Girls to him were a big, emotional mystery. It’s not that he didn’t like them; he would simply prefer to discuss more important things like sports and large sea vessels. Heck, he would even settle for tree talk.

“So are you going to enter her into the science fair?” asked Bueller as he let out a large laugh. Teagan’s projects always ended in disaster and Bueller felt almost guilty for allowing him to venture off into such volatile territory. Calming himself and his laughter Bueller tried to be serious, “Sorry.” he said as he cleared his throat. “So what’s the hypothesis or theory, better yet who is she?”

"Yeah." Carter said running a hand through his hair. Yup. That was exactly what happened. "Well... the love potion did last a long time... a weekend to be exact... so she's really not convinced that it was all the love potion's fault." he explained.

He smiled and took the flower. "Thanks." he said. "I'm sorry. We hardly know each other and here I am babbling on about all of my problems."

He looked down at the flower and back up at Mia. "You know... if you're not doing anything later... I can't promise my pies are delicious, but that's how Destiny and I became friends... so I figured they can't be that bad..." And there he went rambling again.

He then smiled. "As long as you promise not to give me love potion afterwards. I'm not sure if I could handle that again." Once was too many times. And he'd already been given love potion twice three times!

He tilted his head to the side. What did she mean by subdue... oh... now he got it. He couldn't understand how people could do that. Eat something they cared for. He cried when his goldfish died. He was 5 at the time, but still, the point was the same.

"I couldn't do that with animals. But fruits and vegetables would be no problem. I think it would be kinda fun actually... you know, to pick your own food."