"I-..." Jake started to talk, but then found he couldn't answer. He knew that these days they had a mutual hate, but that wasn't a reason at all. In fact, the more Jake thought about it, the more he didn't know. In fact, if he really thought back to the first HATE expression, he found it to be... "... stuttered."

He said this with some surprise. WAS that what it boiled down to? He remembered that they'd started in his third year when he'd been a leeeeeeeeettle bit possessed and not exactly in control of his actions... but they knew that, didn't they? "I think that's it. They still call me Mr. Stutters... that's the only clue I really have to Marie's issue with me. To any of those girls' issue with me."

Hm. Now he really needed to know.

But then he smiled. "Too right we are. Well... I can kind of get not nice if something really gets to me..." like in the hospital wing waiting room... "But that's not often."

Running after the magical bouncy ball that just refused to stop bouncing like a lunatic all over the castle walls, Jimbo was already running out of breath. All those cupcakes he's been eating lately are really catching up on him.

He stopped for a moment in the fourth floor corridor, to catch his breath a bit. He turned around to see if Kyle was still behind him and in that second managed to loose sight of the bouncy ball. Turning back around really quickly, he started to panic. It's not even that he couldn't see it anymore - he couldn't hear it either. It must have stopped. But where?

"Kyle." he said, panting slightly. "Where did it go? Did you see?"

Three hours of reading, two of writing essays were enough for the day of this old, seventh year girl. Her eyes were widely open, maybe due to the fact that she had been eating chocolate cake while doing her homework. Feeling like that, all hyper made regret the decision of eating it, though. Such eating disorders caused her insomnia, thus leading her to more studying times at night, which sometimes were not even taken seriously due to Annie's extreme tiredness.

And coming out of the library felt like a small relief, as she carried her books and looking around as she searched for someone that she might have known and maybe a company back to the Ravenclaw tower. Three floors of moving stairs still seemed a bit scary, to be truth.

With his usual air which was a mix of coolness, confidence and 'i-own-this-place-so-beware'ness Josh wandered in that certain corridor. Yes, that certain corridor which was much more dangerous to be in for his life than the Forbidden Forest, a dark alley or else... Yet as everyone knew, or nearly everyone knew, this boy liked that risk being over his head no matter how scary it was. Donovan was scary when she was angry. He had seen that face, those furious eyes, when she yelled him to 'SHUT UP' in the detention dungeon. Eh.

On the other hand there seemed to be no one in this corridor. Meh. This was definitely not fun. Stopping for an instant, the Gryffindor eyed around and continued walking with a little smirk when his dark brown eyes found a girl carrying books. Ew! Books! Worse than that sewage he swam in. Despite the presence of books, he walked towards her and halted when he thought he was in enough distance that she could realise him. Ah! A Ravenclaw. He should have known that.

''Need help with those, Eagle Princess?''

Annie stopped at the mention of some weird name that could be either for her, or some other Ravenclaw girl. But since no other girl was around, she opened her eyes wide and tried to smile at the boy who called her Eagle Princess. It was sort of weird, because she was not a princess, she was that girl who hated them, ever since the mention of them inside Muggle fairytales. YUCK.

"Err...hello." She tried to wave at the guy, but all her books dropped towards the floor, one hitting the tip of her shoe, right in the toes. "OUCH." She yelled out, and trying to hold the pain she was feeling. She really hoped Donovan hadn't heard her yell, or there could be consequences. After all, it was the hall just outside the library.

"A bit of help might do...thanks." She said with a squeaky voice, holding her tongue from talking in Spanish or literally just bursting out in tears.

Hands in pockets, Josh watched the girl with a little smile as she seemed to be unsure about the way he had called him. Hehe. That was a different reaction to his naming the boy had seen so far. Why so? Perhaps she thought she was a duchess or a queen or a countess rather than a princess. ''Hello'' he said with a kind nod at her attempt to wave at him. And then...

AH!

The Gryffindor quickly ran forwards towards her when she dropped the books. Plus, she was HURT by one book. See that? He always knew books were harmful to have around. Now that he was not planning yet he started to pick up each book once he was there. ''That was because of me? Sorry.'' Eh. He hated it when people got a problem because of him. ''What can i do for you to make up for that? Just name it.'' Anthing...Because he could do ANYTHING being The Master of Everything.

Annie blinked. "Yes, it's sort of your fault, besides the fact that they are heavy and the thought of having to carry them all three floors up back to the Ravenclaw common room." She said, eyeing the boy as he offered to do to make up for the accident. Well, she thought of using him as a book carrier, seeing as he was from the same floor she was, but she let go of the idea when she thought of whatever trouble they might get if caught around the corridor and disturbing the silence, the calm from the library.

"Thanks for helping picking up the books, and..." She looked at him, using that evil grin, "...since you offer yourself to help me out, just walk with me around the corner of this corridor in order to not be in front of the library. It scares me to think of having to be SH'ed by Madame Donovan." She mentioned, taking a few books from the stack the boy was carrying and walking towards where she pointed at.

Here, the Ravenclaw girl had claimed the book incident to be his fault, too. Okay, that might be true but he did not think 100% of it was his fault. Why was she carrying all those books anyway? Who and Why did anyone ever need them? That was kinda pointless. Heh. He knew from his mother than Ravenclaws did such things hard to understand and when asked about it they mosty tended to snap at him. So Josh had decided not to ask anything about it as he picked up all of them. Pfft. That last one looked so much like the one Uncle Ryan had given him the day they had celebrated the Gryffindor's 16th birthday.

Eyeing that book a little, he took and placed it under the one at the top so it would not annoy him. And the girl was...Up to the Ravenclaw tower? ''Well...i can carry...'' he began yet fell silent when she spoke again. ''No problem'' Why was she smirking like that? Hmmm. Weird Eagle Princess. Probably the books had driven her crazy. That was too bad for she looked pretty. Too bad.

When finally she mentioned what he could do for her, Josh at first looked at the point she talked about and nodded afterwards. Eh. The possibility of being caught by his Head of House was much more dangerous to him yet he was supposed to help the girl. So, he was going to take that risk. ''All right'' at last he murmured following the Ravenclaw.

''I thought there were already lots of books in your common room''

As they walked along the corridor looking for a small bench to sit the books on, Annie tried to think of the distribution of the books she could do and what book she could be reading once up back in the Ravenclaw common room. "These are sort of special, for practicing at some charms, spells...I need to make good grades in order to be able to..." Who was she to tell the boy about her future plans?

Oddly, Annie was the talkative kind, "I need to make good grades this year, so my parents don't stop me from going to this camp to Russia, to practice for soccer, and the pre-selection of the team for Madrid's Women Soccer Team." She said, letting out a sigh as she tried to sound excited about it. Going all the way to Russia just for that, seemed kind of pointless but it had a strong reason as for Annie's judgement, it was her future playing in that camp.

Finally, they arrived to a bench and Annie helped the boy put the books on it. "I'm sorry for snapping. It happens when I get hurt. So weird thoughts of making people suffer." And the thought of trouble that scared her at times. "I'm Annie, Anna Maria Robles, Seventh Year..." She introduced herself, stretching out her hand as she grinned lightly at the boy who called her Eagle Princess, and probably thought she was weird already.

Selina was walking down the corridor lugging her bag along with her. She was so glad that classes were over for today. All of her potion brewing and charms essay and transfiguration homework were heavy in her bag. Although she knew she had to make it back to the Common Room to start the work she found the bench in the corridor very appealing for a mid-trip rest. Once she had her energy back she would make her way down to the Common Room. No need to rush.

Christopher was walking down the fourth floor corridor, heading back to the Gryffindor Common Room, dreading having to do all of the work that was weighing down his bag, causing the strap to dig into his shoulder blade. He was in the mood to play a good game of wizard chess, or perhaps read for a bit. It was rather odd, Christopher James putting off homework. But today was a special day, so he supposed he could take a small break, just this once.

He was so lost in his thoughts about his previous lesson, that he didn't notice his shoelace was untied and flying all over the place. Suddenly, like the klutz he was, Christopher stepped on it, causing him to trip. His bag went flying in the air, it's contents fall out and onto the floor. He tried to stop himself, but that attempt once again failed as he fell flat on his face. Smooth, Christopher. As he began to get up, he realized he was right in front of Selina. He hoped she wouldn't judge him too severly. "Sorry about that..." he muttered, rather embarassed about his fall.

Selina was just about to get up to continue her travels back to the common room when she witnessed Christopher take a tumble down the corridor. It was like witnessing slow motion. He stepped on his shoelace and began to fall forward and fast down the hallway. The momentum of his fall was so great that it seemed he could not stop it until he landed right at her feet.

Setting down her bag Selina helped Chris up on the bench beside her. Once he was all settled she asked, "Are you okay? That was quite the fall you took there."

"Yes, I'm alright, thank you though." He stuffed the remainder of parchment into his bag and set it down beside him on the bench. "Sorry you had to see that, I'm a bit klutzy, you know." Christopher was blushing, glad she was the only one around. He gave her a small smile and said, "Are you heading back to the Common Room? I was just on my way there now." Before he fell, that is.

"Well I was, but it seems that maybe I should wait until you are feeling better to head out..." Before she could continue Selina slapped herself in the forehead. She couldn't believe that she was talking to Christopher and could just forget about what today was. They had talked previously about his birthday being today, she was the worst friend ever.

"I can't believe I forgot. Today's your birthday! Happy birthday Chris! Wait I have something for you." At that Selina threw her head down into her bag and drew out a rectangular present. "Open it".

Christopher raised an eyebrow as Selina smacked her forehead in the middle of what she was saying. "Erm, are you alright?" But then he understood as she started to elaborate on why she hit herself. "Oh, thanks!" He grinned. "Wait what-" Suddenly the little redhead pulled out a rectangular gift and thrust it towards him. He began to open it slowly, reluctant that she'd gotten him anything, but when he saw the book, a smile spread across his face. "Thanks Sel! It's perfect!" He turned the pages with great interest, very glad that she went for something small that he'd enjoy.

"When we talked you said nothing big so I got you nothing big. I owled my Dad yesterday to go into our library and pull out this copy for you. It's an original copy when it was first brought into publication. And I thought that you like him a lot more than I do. It would mean more to you than to me." Selina replied at his enthusiasm, "So by the response I'm assuming you like it?"

Selena looked around. Which corridor was this again? Forget that... which floor was it? She continued to look around. Uggggh. Why was Hogwarts so confusing? Full of... twisty stuff and stones... and the ground looked the same. How was she supposed to find her way to the lake?! She couldn't even find the stairs! And she was here for three years now. Ugh. Selena sighed, nomming on her giant swirly lollipop. Lost. In school. She was such a genius.

What Patroclus really needed was a drink of water!

He was thirsty beyond belief, but he also needed to pee.............didn't the two cancel each other out?

As his feet hit the landing of the next floor, Patroclus paused and put his hands on his head. "I think we have to be close now!" Seriously there was only so little that could be fitted into the school at this height.

"The plumbing must be amazing if it can go all the way from the basement to beyond the fourth floor!" There would be some serious one way values.....didn't you know Patroclus found plumbing fascinating!

"You take one end, I take the other?"

Plumbing? What did Jacob Care about plumbing... he just wanted a toilet... Was flushing actually needed if your bladder was gonna explode. He'd do it in the Forbidden Forest if he really had to on some random creatures nest that would probably rip him to shreds. But never on the Quidditch Pitch... Vindictus would kill him in a more gruesome way than any Creature in the Forrest.

Take a side! Jacob ran to the other end of the Corridor. WHEEEE! Find The Toilet! Find the Toilet! Wait a minute... there was an area he'd never seen before! He ran at the entrance way. "Pat! I think I found it!" he yelled to to his friend. Oh and there was a second Jacob running the other way! "It's like a paralell universe!" Well of course, it made sense, like an entire Prefects club, and a 'You From a Paralell Universe' would come out as if their weren't gone!

SMACK!

Jacob hit the Mirror. "OW!"

Jacob stumbled backwards, massaging his forehead. "Why In Merlins Receeding Hairline, is there a fake Paralell Universe!" Jacob said. That was so unnesecary!

Walking along with his ear pressed firmly against the stone walls, Patroclus strained his ears to hear even the slightest sound of water, the pipes would be the key, find the pipes find the source, find the bathroom room!

However all he could hear at the moment was the sound of skin scratching along the rough walls, and not only did it sound gross, but it also kinda hurt! Detaching himself from the wall, the boy rubbed his raw ear, and perhaps it was the combination of his heightened hearing, and the soreness, but when Jacob yelled out for him, it really hurt!

"Woah, Jacob I am right her-" The boy never got to finish his sentence for as he turned he was met by the vision of his Eagle friend run full out into a mirror!

"What the heck was that?" He scouffed as he ran over to the teenagers side, "Are you alright!" he enquired! "If we ever find this bathroom I think we will need to just soak in the tubs for a few hours, considering all the war wounds we are getting!"

And perhaps a nice house elf foot massage!

Jacob felt slightly dazed... everything was spinning... Oh Look! A Whale!

Was he alright? When was He not alright? Jacobs taken worse blows to the head which explains a lot more than people think. Stupid bludgers seemed to like his head.

Jacob turned back to Patroclus, "Fine." he said, he wasn't great... but he was alright. "Who put that wall there... Blocking my Paralell universe?" it wasn't nice, putting a wall infront of his Paralell universe, was just plain mean. Jacob liked Paralell universes, especially ones that led to the bathroom.

Just soak in the tub. That sounded good. "Just a nice soak for a few minutes... or an hour... or several days" yes several days of soaking in the tub, thats was nice... maybe the house elves to bring them food as they drowned their misery in the Prefects bath water.

Her hair was still a bit damp as she wondered idly across the corridor, working to pull her dark locks into a ponytail. She seemed to have gotten all the soot of of her in the shower, though she didn't bother with her clothes that where currently laying at the foot of her bed. The house elves could deal with that.

There was so much on her mind, so much that had happened in the course of one day, and none of it had been good. She needed to speak with Sabel, and her sudden lack of patience had her making her way up to the towers. What she would do when she go there she had no idea. But she'd get into the lion common room somehow.

He had tried to relax, tried to veg on his bed for a time after his shower. But he couldn't. He simply couldn't sit still. His legs held the agitation and anticipation that had his mind turning fast and through a multitude of thoughts he couldn't keep a hold of.

So he had gotten up and started down towards the Hufflepuff common rooms, wondering if Arya would be out and about. It was on the fourth floor he found her, looking about as lost and confused as he felt. "Hey."

She'd heard footsteps but didn't bother to glance at the source until they spoke. Recognizing the voice, her eyes jumped over to Sabel and her hands slipped out of her hair. "Hey." She didn't need to change her direction to reach him, wrapping her arms around him when she did. "I was going to see you."

What? Parrellel Universes?


It seemed that the Hunt was now affecting Jacob like it had affected Patroclus on the level previously, enducing hysteria and manic ranting and raving. The symptoms sounded very familiar; Patrolcus sworn he had had read about it in some adventure novel, "I think what we are both experiencing is Acute Jungle Fever......hold on" Wait they weren't in a junlge?

"OK something like that, or maybe it's Loo-less Fever!"

Yeah that sounded much better! Offering a hand down to his falling brother in arms, Patroclus sighed, "Next level?" he asked, "I am thinking that maybe we missed it?"

If the two of them had to start over, Patroclus would probably crawl into a ball and cry!