Whistling.

Curly hair.

She eyed him as he sat down and her brown eyes flickered to the white box at his feet.

HE WAS UP TO SOMETHING!

But right now.. she was content to just chomp on her cookie.

"Cos you're late," She replied levelly and offered him the container of choc-chip cookies. Then again..she'd forgotten about him being err.. sugar intolerant.
"Maybe not.." She muttered and put it beside her. Nayways. Why WAS he late. Eyeing him suspiciously she looked at the box and then at him before rolling her eyes. She didn't particularly care. *GIGGLE*
She wrapped her arms around his neck and gave him a big hug.

"Stupid boy.. I miiiiiiiiiiiiiiissed you." *nod*

Why did Cam ALWAYS look at him in that accusing way? It would be ok if he hadn't actually been up to something, but he had... so the smirk left his face and he looked at the container of cookies being waved under his nose in an attempt not to look quite so shifty. “I was here.. you just didn't see me. I was over at the other side.” He waved a hand towards the tree.

He was about to take a cookie when the box was snatched away. He pursed his lips. “What gives?” He asked indignantly. Torturing a poor lad with cookies was so uncool, man. Seriously.

Next thing he knew he was in an Cammy embrace and the cookies were forgotten. He giggled delightedly and wrapped his arms around her, burying his face in her gorgeous hair. She always smelled suuu good – not like most girls of sickly perfume.. but of the outdoors. He loved that Cam wasn't a 'girly girl.' “I missed you too. I'm sick of this Triwizard stuff already.” Because he NEVER got to see his girl. "You're getting all this attention while I'm bored out of my skull." Pffft... what he would give for all the attention Cam was getting right now..

He looked UBER shifty. She eyed him and then decided to let it slide. At least he'd COME. She was exciiiiiited. Sort of. He was LATE. And Rumi had asked for help with homework..

"Well why didn't you come over?" Castle that that-a-way.. so what was he doing over beside the Whomping Willow. Suspicious. Very suspicious.

Oh. She sighed. She felt bad now. She hadn't MEANT to forget but give 'em to him and he'd go.. well.. hyper.
"I forgot.." She mumbled unexplanatorialy.

He was supposed to be hugging her. Instead, Curly was SNIFFING her. She pulled back with a pout. "I don't smell on beer nuts and firewhiskey! Promise!" Hmph. She kinda smelled like chocklit.

She frowned. Yeah. It was a huge time consumer. She had a luncheon/press thingummy in the afternoon. She chewed on her lip. Did he sound a little.. resentful? Maybe she was just reading it wrong. Now THAT wouldn't suprise her. "Attention I don't want.." She grumbled.

Oliver chuckled a little and focused back on Cam. She looked liked she sussed something. “I did when I saw you.” He smiled. Cos she was, like, waaaay more important than attacking some crazy tree with an attitude problem. Was it weird that the tree reminded him a little of himself? Meh.. weirdness.

She forgot. He pouted just a little bit. Why was everyone on his case about his sugar intake right now? “One wont hurt.” He mumbled echoing his words to Sarah. “It's stuff like Butterbeer I need to avoid. Stuff packed full of sugar.” He eyed the box of cookies. “Did you make them?” They looked dee-lish. And if they were as good as her muffins, he was having one even if he had to snatch it and run.

Aww.. he was disappointed when Cam pulled back but he smiled sweetly when she pouted. She looked so cute when she did that. No.. she didn't smell like his brother - thanfully. Heh. “You smell nice.” He replied simply. “Like chocolate and the outdoors.” Like his Cammy USED to smell before she took that ruddy job in the Leaky Cauldron.

He shook his head at her response about unwanted attention. “You should make the most of it. This is seriously amazing. You're making, like, Hogwarts history here. Hows the training going so far?”

He was smiling. Y'know. Innocently. That made her suspicious. Specifically because with the curly hair and big, bright, green eyes he looked so angelic.
"Mmmhhmmmmm." Typical of Oliver to spend his morning hanging out with a evil!tree.

She felt even WORSE when he pouted. Butterbeer was packed full of sugar? He had no IDEA how much sugar had been poured into these. She hadn't really been counting the tablespoons after Lori had came in. Heh.
"Alright.. go on, take one," She muttered, offering them to him. One couldn't hurt right? They smelled good - they were still warm. Nommy.
"Yerrrrrrrrsh. " Her speshal recipe.

She giggled and poked him. "Better out here than in there with people wanting to take photo's and flashy camererery thingies." They were blinding and frankly really annoying. Hmph.

She WAS making the most of it. Pout. "I'm going to do my best." She'd repeated that line so many times she didn't believe it anymore.
T-t-training? Erm.. "..Whut training?" *MEEP*

Oliver was lucky. He was blessed with the façade of an angel which meant he could act like a little devil and get away with it half the time. If it wasn't for his stupid expressive face, he could get away with ANYTHING! He was sure of it.

But... he seemed to have managed convince Cam that he was up to nothing so all was good in the world. Hehe!

He smiled satisfactorily and took a cookie. Oh yeah.. shifty snakey – he was so good at getting his own way. They were still warm and he took a bite. It melted in the mouth. Nommy. “You could set up competition with Torin when you graduate.” He commented. And that was a HELL of a compliment. He opened the white cardboard box and pushed it towards Cam. “Cake?” He offered. Not made by himself... but nicked from the kitchens nonetheless.

Flashy camerery things. Hehe! He snickered. “Get you all Ms Famous and in Demand.” He teased. “You really hate the idea of being in the paper that much? I think it'd be awesome. All that attention. Oliver was MADE for such things. heh.

She sounded almost robotic when she said she was going to do her best. “That's all you can do. You can't do better than best.” Er.. what? “I KNOW you'll be awesome.” He said with a cheeky smile and lay on his side, elbow on the grass and head resting on his hand as he gazed up at Cam.

What Training? He smirked. “There's no official training. I just thought you'd be out there on your broom... practicing shizz. And spells and stuff. I can help you if you want.” He offered. Although Cam's wandwork was streets ahead of his own but he could help with the physical training.

She could've pinched his cheeks, he was so adorable when he did his leetle smiley face. HEHE.

*facepalm* He manipulated her SO much. One pouty face and she was a gonner. One cookie. That was all. She eyed him skeptically as he tasted it. Was it alright? She was a half-decent cook. Weirdly. Didn't really seem the home/ec type did she?

"With Torin?" Err.. why? "Who's got the bigger insecurites?" She joked stupidly, honestly misunderstanding his statement.
Oh.. cake. She eyed the container of cookies with a frown. They were obviously not that great if he was offering her cake. "Where did you get that?" The elves weren't that nice to herrr!

*pout*

Famous. Erk. That'd be a failure of giant proportions if she was ever famous. For what exactly?
"Yeah.. great!" [/sarcasm]
Urgggggggh. "Oliver, it's a horrible idea. I like taking photo's.. not being in them." *nod* Because being in them was a recipe for disaster. She always flinched when the flash when off.. or made a face at the lens. Guaaaaaaaah.

It was when people spoke like that that she got scared. Like really scared. The whole "I know you'll do great," terrified the redhead. Because she was so scared of what they would say when she didn't perform so well. *sigh*
"Yep.." She mumbled. She'd only start a fight if she contradicted him. He seemed set on this idea that she would be fantastic. Heh. No.

Her breathing returned to a normal tempo and she eyed him. He'd scared her! Despite that, he was right. She should've been practising.. perhaps. If she wanted? HEHE. She was going to rope him in fo shizz. "Well.. if you're feeling nice and charitable?"

*bats eyelashes*

Courtney looked at Ginny then down at the photo of her and Bradin. "I just really want him to know how I feel but I don't know how to tell him" she relied. She had no idea how to tell him. None at all. And Bradin was back again. "I guess he just couldn't make up his mind who to be with. But he'll always be with the both of you" she explained.

Rhea's mouth fell open dramatically as she put on a shocked but totally offended face. Of course she wasn't seriously offended because her and Aiden were always like that with each other.
"Whaaaaaaaaaaaaaat???? You know you love having me around Chevalier. Admit it." She jabbed at him with her finger, which she figured was a lot better than beating him on the head with shoes which was probably what Savannah would have done. Rhea on the other hand was far less violent and wouldnt/ couldn't bring herself to beating her best friend up.

Rhea frowned slightly. The image of Art with a snake wrapped around him was not something that she wanted to be thinking about. That day was just plain horrible and only days later he had left. Sigh, oh well she had moved on now. Hopefully Jack didn't own a snake or anything. She probably should ask him that just to be safe. He was a Slytherin after all.
"I sooooooo DO NOT want to think about that." She said shivering slightly. Bleh it still gave her goosebumps.

"Drama queen," Aiden coughed when he saw her jaw dropping and her mouth wide open in mock shock. Hehh. He rolled his eyes at her, but smiled. "I'll admit nothing of the sort. In fact, go. Leave now. Away with you, and let me brood in peace." Kidding. Again, of course. Although he HAD done a fair amount of brooding lately.. Sigh.

Well, it seemed that thoughts of gigantic snakes were suddenly enveloping her mind. Poor Rhea. NOT! It was amusing and getting his mind off of being so down in the dumps. "Then don't think about it, weirdo." Heheh.

Eirian walked to the giant misunderstood tree and sat down, observing it and being completely in the way. However, she was certain she was out of the tree's reach, and that was all that mattered in the way of her positioning. Sitting aimlessly, she smiled at the sun, at the sky, at the very angry tree. It was a good day, as far as days went. Fingering the necklace that Thiago had given her, she whistled and wiggled her feet.

Annabel walked over to to the girl sitting by the Whomping Willow. "Hi, I'm Annabel, how about you?" She asked. She REALLY wanted to make some more friends and hopefully this girl will be her friend as she only has a few.........okay only 2.

The photo was still there, on the ground but Ginny didn't want to look at it anymore. "It's hard, I don't know how to tell him exactly as me being one of his closest friends", she repiled to Courtney. Then Ginny had looked up at Courtney from the ground. "It's different when he's dead, I can't believe he would of gone at such a young age", she said.

Cam was looking at him doubtfully. He merely smiled and took another bite of his cookie. “You don't have to worry about me going mental after one little cookie.” He assured her again. “Seriously, babe, I can handle it.” Or so he hoped... these were hella sweet. Had she, like, tipped a whole bag of sugar into the mixture? Still, they were nice. Nommy.

Oliver chuckled a little and shook his head. “No. Didn't he have aspirations of being a baker?” His cupcakes were a hell of a lot better than Brody's from what Oliver had heard.
He eyed the chocolate cake and looked back at Cam. “The kitchens. Those elves are so generous if you give them a smile and make sure you say 'please' and 'thank you'.” Hint, hint. Cos Oliver was such a polite boy wasn't he? Hehe! No scowly at the elves. No wonder they always shoo'd Cam out of the kitchens with the air of doom and gloom that often surrounded her.

Sarcasm... sarcasm. Well Oliver thought being famous would be the most awesome thing, like, everrrrr. “Why?” He asked curiously. “Your photos are always full of character.” Cute, scowling, blinking, face pulling character... when she decided not to hide out of the frame that is. At least with still, unmoving, muggle photos you got to see what was intended to be captured. They were much better if you wanted to be all creative.

Crap. He'd gone and said the wrong thing hadn't he? He pulled a face and watched the redhead as she seemed to recoil at his words. Her monosyllabic reply said it all. Oliver sat up and looked at her pensively. “You know I'll support you no matter what happens.” He said carefully. “..I think you were really brave jus' putting your name in the goblet you know?” He hoped that didn't sound patronising. He REALLY thought that - the girl liked to shy away from the limelight, she used to be a self confessed hermit for Merlin's sake! ..So this was good. Real Gryffindor bravery.

He smirked as she batted her lashes at him. “Anything for a cute, redhead in need.” He winked and grinned. “But I might need help with my Arithmancy homework as payment.” Like, I scratch your back, you scratch mine kinda thing...

Oh. Well she hadn't been worrying about that. But she would now. "It's too sweet? It's quite sweet. Yes. Too sweet. It's too sweet isn't it?" She asked, chewing the inside of her cheek. Too much sugar. Eh.
"Alright." Was she seriously agreeing..? Oh merlin. "You'll be fine." Somehow she doubted it once she'd said it outloud. It sounded so much safer in her head.

A Baker. Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! So they didn't taste that bad. Twas good. Yes. "But he did get into a fancyshmancy school for posh Yanks to bake." He was out of her culinary league. She made muffins. Torin probably made.. souflee's.

The redhead chuckled darkly. "So what did you actually do to get them to give it to you?" Obviously not the method he'd just prescribed. She winked and smacked her lips. YUM. Chocklit. She licked the icing and eyed him. It was nommmmy. "You want me to get fat don't you?" 'Specially without anything to do except study and practice for the tournament she'd be a little round ball by the end of her last year.

Cameron could understand, a little, why Oliver would find it fabulous. The limelight. Total adoration by strangers. 'Course to the redhead that was worse than being told she was crazy. That was horrible.
"Because.. I don't like talking to people." She didn't like meeting new people. She never knew what to say or how to act or anything. And they always ended up with the impression that she was weird. Which.. didn't help matters.
Character. She snorted. POKED him. "Thanks babe." All those gorgeous photo's where there'd be a bunch of people and a head of flaming red hair, sitting on the floor, arms crossed and scowling like hellfire. That was real character.

She picked at the cake, flicking the chocolate curls. *sigh* "I just.." She frowned, glanced at him and went back to her scribbling. "Everyone is so certain.. so assured of this grandeur I can supposedly achieve. I'm just.. I don't think I can stand looking them in the face when I fail." Disappointment. Sixteen years of it from her parents was enough. More than enough.
Bravery. She sighed. Something her house was supposed to be renowned for. "I don't know what made me do it, Oliver." She was quiet. Scared. "I think I had a brain spasm," She said with a dry laugh. "I never.. ever thought I'd get it." And now she had it. It was a strange feeling of irony. But even so.. just like the Prefectanship, it was something she was sort of liking. The challenge. She'd try her best. No one could begrudge her that.

Laughing brightly, she gave him a quick hug. "Awwww." She pulled a face. Wasn't so kyute then, was she? Oh. Arithmancy. She cringed. "Might wanna ask Trix. I suck at counting." Or.. that sort of thing. She didn't really believe random numbers added together could describe your personality and future. That was much too wishy-washy for her.

Why was she stressing over her cookies? Oliver couldn't help the amused smile that tugged at the corner's of his lips. “They're perfect, Cam.” He assured her. “Look, just stop stressing, 'kay? I'm not going to do anything silly... and if I do, you have my permission to hex me. I'm sure you wouldn't want me running off into the Willow would you?” He teased her. Man.. she was on edge.

Always so insecure. “They're cookies.” He said flatly. “I don't like (airquotes) fancyschmancy.” Like, seriously. How could she take what he said so literally that it turned into a put down?

Haha! He smirked, eyes glinting mischievously. “Well.. I wandered into the kitchen, gave them a smile and asked very nicely if they could pretty please make me a sandwich. When they were busy doing that, I swiped the cake. I think it was meant for the champions press conference.” he snickered wickedly. “There were dozens of them though. I don't think one will be missed.” heh. Bad!Snake!Boy.

He laughed at her words, drawing her into a hug. “Yeah.. I totally go for fat squishy chicks.” He said with soft sarcasm.

He frowned a little, pulling back. He knew how she hated attention. He didn't used to understand it, but he was starting to learn just how Cameron's brain worked. He took her hand into his, long thin spidery fingers weaving around her small delicate fingers. “I know. You just have to get through this... and then the fun will begin.”

But the gentleness of that moment was gone a second later when he teased her and she poked him in response. He laughed jovially. “Your not one of these weirdos who reckons part of your soul is destroyed when you pose for a snap, right?” hehe. But... not everyone could look good in a photo. Oliver wasn't exactly photogenic either what with the erratic hair and lopsided, mischievous smirk... and his eyes ALWAYS went red when the flash went off. He managed to look rather demonic in photographs.

He fell into rare silence and merely listened to Cameron as she began to open up to him. Now this he did understand. It was like with Quidditch last year. So many expectations.. and Oliver had failed. Second place was good but it wasn't the cup his team deserved. He'd failed them.. and his house. And yet, he'd not received any criticism for it - he was still loved by the same people. “Your friends love you, Cam. We're all supporting you no matter what. Sure, we want you to do well.. but if you fail it doesn't matter. It's jus' a game – like Quidditch. The only thing we'll feel if you fail is sorrow.. for you. No one is judging you for this..”

He sighed softly. Boy did he love this little chikka despite her insecurities. Hell, they probably strengthened his feelings for her. If she was egotistical, loud, brash, self confident, Oliver was sure he wouldn't have fallen for her. “Maybe you wanted to prove something to yourself?” He asked her, raising an eyebrow. “...And you were selected for a reason. Jus' proves you ARE perfectly capable.”

And then he was in her arms and he giggled a little. “Same here. I sucked at Maths at my muggle school too.” He mirrored her face pulling and smirked. “So what's it to be frst? Wanna practice some duelling?”

Bridget walked over to the Whomping Willow. She thought she might well get some fresh air after a long, tiring day. Bridget sat on the grass and took out her wand, she thought she might as well practice her spells. Maybe not, she might have an accident and who knows what might happen next? She put it away and pulled out a book. She opened it to the first page of this dusty, old book she got from the Hogwarts library she thought she might want to read. She shield her book from this powerful sun light. Ugh. Can't concentrate, and Bridget put that away too. Well, why don't I just relax? Bridget thought. And she lay down on the soft grass and closed her eyes, what a great way to spend a free afternoon.

Oh. He was cute.

So very cute. Cute enough that she wanted to steal him from his family. And stash him in her trunk.
So, very cute.

"Spastic and weird? Kiddo, it looks perfectly fine. You just leave it like it is. You look cooooool!" And she knew cool. And kiddo needed to be cool, for once she left she wouldn't be able to make him cool. Nope. He'd have to be prepared.

Had he had SUGAR? Or chocolate ice cream? Quickly taking a glance to look for any obvious evidence, and finding none, Lorelai chewed her lip, and just nodded with him. Children could be worrying. Yes, very worrying.

Grinning at her little best friend, Lori nodded and took a seat down on the grass. "Of course you can! I want you to come stay for a little while. I'm gonna need someone to keep me company, and come and get ice cream, won't I?" In truth? She just wanted more time with him. Any last scrap of time, would be nice.

Oh. So cute.

Purrrrfect. Were not. The redhead pouted at his blatant lie. He was doing it to shut her up. She frowned as he continued but let the matter go. She would stop stressing. Hmph. "I don't know.. I reckon it'd be pretty funny." *grin* Watching Oliver battle against a the killer!tree? Hillllarious.

So what if they were cookies? The Gryffindor was just about to retort - tell him that if they were BAD he could just TELL her when he spoke. 'I don't like fancyshmancy' She watched his airquotes and felt distinctly that that comment could be taken as more than just the current cookie theme. Oliver didn't like fancyshmancy overall. Her frown deepened. Was that to say that she was just plain and boring? The unfancy choice? The.. plain old choc-chip cookie over the soufflee? Over the Brody?

She glanced away. That sort of stung and they hadn't even been talking about that.

Those elves were mean! She pouted. They never did that for her unless she begged and it was just easy to get it and make it herself. The Press Conference? She blanched. "And yet they're STILL nice to you.." She mumbled. The elves always glared at her when SHE came to the kitchens. Granted.. she always did leave a mess but still..
Rolling her eyes, she poked him. "You're meant to be setting an example, Mister Headboy. What kind of an impression are you leaving on the poor innocent, impressionable firsties?" She grinned. None at all.

It would've gone over her head, really. But she had a giant chocklit cake sitting infront of her. She mumbled into his shirt, "You do say I'm squishy.." All those calories. Suddenly didn't seem so appealing.

Attention. Ah, drats. Complaining about it would'nt exactly solve her problem. She still had to go to the conference in the afternoon and there was still three almost impossible tasks to do before the tournament was over. She stared at him, wonderingly as his fingers linked through her's. When did he become so smart? She kissed his forehead lightly. "I trust you." Hopefully he'd be right..

Soul? Umm.. "" Was pretty much her facial expression. "No. Do you actually know anyone who thinks that, Oliver?" Because that was mighty weird. Probably some weirdo muggle cult. Muggles were mighty weird. "I just don't like being in them." It was embarassing. Especially when people asked you to 'pose'. The girl always had this unsupressable urge to pull a really horrible face just to spite them.

She didn't like these conversations. Like in the Alley? She didn't like giving so much away. Once people got under the 'crazy' surface they would realise just how crazy she was. There was a level of understanding Cameron didn't want people to breach. Oliver it seemed was finding his way around THAT particular barrier.
There was nothing she could say, he hadn't soothed her insecurities and heightened her self-esteem. No one could do that but he was trying. "Promise you won't hate me if I get killed?" She joked. But she realised it was a stupid, stupid thing to say.

And then bang. He knew, knew, why she'd done it. She stared at him. Since when had he become so good at this? "It was," She whispered. But she'd wanted to prove it to herself. Now, the whole school was watching. "Yeah." If she put her mind to it, she could do it. Right? Yes.

He was such a child. He giggled and she pulled back, laughing. "Oliverrrrrrrr, that's no good. ONE of us is supposed to be good at counting, budgeting, shizzbang." She grinned. Hey, at least it'd be fun. She burst into laughter at the face he pulled. "Is that what I look like?" She said through giggles. "Babe, stop. The wind might change direction and you could be eternally stuck looking like a prune." *SNORT*
Duelling? Her laughter sobered and her eyes grew large. "But.. I thought we weren't allowed to duel other students outside of teacher supervision?'

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0_______o

Oh man. She had NOT just said that. *facepalm*

Guh... she was frowning? Oliver cocked a brow and was going to ask her why, but he decided it probably wouldn't be the brightest of moves. He was getting better at the whole engaging the gob the brain thing. The two used to work completely separately to each other. Her next words, however, made the Slytherin smirk and he reached out to poke her in the ribs. “So you find the idea of me dying at the hands of the Willow so hilarious funny. Thanks a lot, Cam... and here was I thinking you were actually growing to like me.” heh. Yeah.. there was the argument that he WANTED to attack the tree and get his branch.. but not when he was in a hyper sugar induced haze of oblivion thanks very much.

Urgh.. Again with saying the wrong thing. What was wrong with not liking fancy cookies? Sometimes he wished he knew exactly what went on in his girlfriend's head. He eyed her as she averted his eyes. Did everything seriously come back to being about her? Was that what she thought? Seriously, Oliver had an ego, yeah, but this was self-centredness of an entirely different kind. “Cam.. they're delicious.” He said taking another bite and chewing slowly. “Whatcha want me to do? Write a song and do a little dance about how amazingly awesome they are?” S.A.R.C.A.S.M. hehehe!

“That's cos I'm nice to them?” He smiled. “They don't like it when you scowl at them. They take it as a sign of hostility.” As did most humans, but Oliver found it oh so cute on Cameron's pale face. What a strange boy he was.
He rolled his eyes. Trixie had said something similar about his Head Boyness the other day too. He just wasn't very good at it, was he? They should have chosen some kid with a permanent halo. “Yeah.. but the firsties wont find out about this, will they?” He smirked and gave Cam a look – no 'rumour' spreading. That would be uncool.

He laughed. He couldn't help it. That dirty drainpipe cackle of his dared to raise it's ugly head and guffaw at Cam's insecurities. “You ARE my squishy. You give the best cuddles.” HE winked and left it as that. She wasn't ruddy fat!

A canopy of rather girlish dark lashes fluttered as he closed his eyes when Cam kissed his forehead. Le sigh. So.. sweet. He was becoming such a mushy sap the more time he spent with this chick. She trusted him. He trusted her. Those words spoke volumes to the Snake.

But of course such moments never lasted and Oliver was back to grinning amusedly yet again. “No.” He replied. “But you can be weird sometimes, Cam.” He teased playfully. “You could always use it as an excuse NOT to be in any pictures.” He suggested in all seriousness. “No one's gonna argue with your beliefs.” Crafty. He wasn't a snake for no reason, was he? “..But, you know, I reckon a photograph preserves your spirit. Captures a moment in time for long after you're gone.” And there was nothing wrong with 'character' in a shot for that reason alone – hell, it was a good thing in Oliver's opinion.

Killed? He closed his eyes and shook his head, then opened them and gulped. It WAS possible even if the chances were VERY slim, but the lad had been blocking it. Looking at the positives only. “You're not gonna die.” He said softly. “I reckon Tate would throw himself in front of any impending doom if he thought any of the champions were in that much trouble.” He polished off his cookie and eyed the box. Would she let him have another? “But, no, to answer your question, I wont hate you.”

He knew it. He knew it because he had done the same thing when he put his name in the goblet. Beneath the cocky façade he felt as if he had something to prove too. Not quite on the same scale as Cameron, but to the people who thought he was all talk and no action... and he KNEW people thought that of him. He smiled a little and nodded. He understood.

By the way Cam was talking, this was it.. the big deal. They were a 'proper' couple who would one day have responsibilities like paying bills and keeping track of their budget. He shivered inwardly. He was still a child! Such things never crossed his twitchy brain. “Who needs that when you've got a Trixie to do it for you?” He winked. Snort.

He continued with the face pulling and nodded. “Oh look there's a camera!” He went crossed eyed. “Oh nooooo.. that's gonna be a baaad one!” BAHAHAH! He smoothed out face back into it's cherub-likeness and grinned. “You sound like my mum.” Wind changing and all that shizz.
He shrugged. “I know. We could ask Tatertot. It's for a good cause after all...”

"I think this tree is weird." Finn commented, as he came to stand still, quite far away from it. They weren't going to get hurt, because well that would be pretty tragic. Last time he'd been here he was with Mia, but h wasn't going to mention that to Lexi, he didn't think that it would go down too well. Especially not when he wanted to make her feel better now.

He turned to face her, smiling. There was still something on his mind. "Do you really think I'm your soulmate Lexi?" He asked, a little more quieter this time. He wanted to know if she had really meant it. He didn't doubt her really, but he didn't want to tell her if she hadn't really meant it. He didn't like seeming vulnerable, weak. He had a feeling that was going to change with Lexi being around though.

Lexi smiled and said, "I think this tree is fascinating really. And it is so old. It is amazing." She was really into all of the funky old stuff around the castle. Indeedy. She hadn't been down here since after the battle and she and Dylan had sat here and talked for hours.

Lexi sat herself down on the grass still well away from the branches' reach and sighed. She felt silly for having said it and FInlay not reciprocating. "Yeah, I think you are my soul mate, Finlay. I kind of felt this pull toward you from the first time i met you on the train. It has been magnetism since then.. or something like that," she said quietly looking up at him through her sunglasses (compliments of Monique).

Courtney put the photo away in her bag and threw her make-up in there too. All this talk about Bradin was making her think of how much he hated her wearing make-up. He liked her natural look. "It doesn't matter. He probably won't care anyway" she said and sighed. "That's uncle Alex for you. Doesn't care about anything just as long he gets a job done quick and his way" she said. Bradin should never have died though. He should've stayed with her. She missed him too much.

"You're amazing." Finn smirked, as he looked down at her. Yeah. Was he cheesy throwing that compliment in? But he was trying to make her feel better. "You should show me all the things you like around Hogwarts." He commented with a smile. Maybe then he would appreciate the things around here more.

Finn looked down at her as she sat down. Yes. He found it hard to swallow what she was saying, but it didn't mean that he didn't like it. He sat down next to her, still smiling at her. "I can't say it back to you Lexi, and I don't want to lie about what I feel." Because he knew that it would come back and not be cool later. "But I really do like you an awful lot Lex." He reached over taking her hand, bringing it up to his lips and kissing it. "You're the first girl I've truely cared about."

Lexi smiled up at Finn and squeezed his hand. "I will do, then. But right now I want to just have a sit down after all of the drama today," she said with a smile.

When he didn't reciprocate she frowned a little. He didn't believe that they were soul mates and that made her a little sad. But then again, guys didn't always think the way girls did so that was kind of okay she guessed. She had had her fears confirmed though, she liked him far more than he liked her it would seem. She couldn't explain HOW it had happened but she had very strong feelings for him already.

"Well I am glad to hear you say that," she replied quietly and snuggled into him a little. She was a bit embarrassed that she had put herself out there AGAIN and not gotten what she wanted in return, but he liked her and cared for her and that was enough.