Caroline had really gotten into the movie watching it, and eating popcorn she would have to take her brother and sister to the muggle cimema over the summer they must have this experience, too. What else fun did muggle do? She wondered, she needed to know. She continued to watch the movie and her curiousity disappeared. Her mind was getting back to the movie again.

Caroline finished the rest of the popcorn off. She kept her head on his should the whole time. The movie ended and the room got dark again. She lifted her head and handed him the empty bowl back. That was interesting and she couldn't wait to see another one soon. She just might have to skip class and come up here just to watch a movie, alot. Maybe she would invite Braeden since he did introduce her to the whole thing. "That was amazing." She said with a smile. "I think I'll just skip class the rest of my Hogwarts time and stay here and watch movies." She gave him another smile.

Amadeus was muddy and wet in his quidditch uniform, all tuckered out from having gone through a particularly rough practice this evening. Andy was working them hard and, from the looks of it, had set a spell on the bludgers to make Amadeus work even harder to keep them away from his vulnerable teammates, who were mostly females. His right arm was particularly sore from having whacked at the little blighters for most of the dark, damp January day and as he walked along the seventh floor corridor, he took his left hand to rub his opposite bicep and loosen the exhausted muscles in his arm. Yet, for all of the physical pain that the Ravenclaw felt from having been in tip-top shape for the following day's game versus Gryffindor, it was nothing compared to his rising temper for having been stood up, yet again, by his supposed best friend. That Gryffindork was definitely in for it this time. After having waited for a glimpse of the lanky brunette in the entrance hall and asking around, Amadeus figured that he would be somewhere hidden. What better place to look than the room of requirement?

Walking past the blank wall multiple times, Amadeus closed his eyes and concentrated. Show me where Stonem is, show me where Stonem is, he repeated to himself the necessary amount of times. Opening his eyes, he spotted a door on the wall and turned the knob slowly. To his surprise, he came across a place that was quite foreign to him, a place that he had only heard about in muggle studies classes. It was a cinema! A film played on the screen and stretched out before the moving frames were rows of plush, red theater seats. Seated in the center were none other than Braeden and a girl who looked rather familiar, but Deus's growing annoyance prevented him from recalling exactly who she was and where he had seen her before.

Drying his muddied trainers on the carpet, he crept up behind the row that the couple cozily sat in. He had to hold back a sneer. Weren't they adorable, with her head on his shoulder as they watched a superhero prance across the screen in scanty, tight-fitting outfits? Amadeus would spice things up a little more. They liked action and action movies, eh? He would show them action. Silently removing his wand from a pocket in his quidditch robes, he pointed it at Braeden's mop of hair, pondering for a moment as he pursed his lips. No, that would be far too cruel to do what he had been contemplating. Pointing his wand at the seat next to Braeden, he wordlessly cast a spell. The plush red seat to Braeden's other side, where the girl was not perched, was set aflame. A pleased sneer appeared on the tired student's lips as he waited for a reaction.

Mannnn. That had been a good movie. Braeden had liked the Tobey Maguire versions of Spider-Man, but this one, featuring his twin, definitely had to be his favourite version so far. The boy couldn't help but laugh lightly when Caroline considered the idea of skipping her classes just to stay in this room and watch movies. "I wouldn't blame you if you did," he said, well aware that he would most likely do the same if he could. "But I don't recommend it," he added with a smile. Of course, he didn't want to influence the girl to slack on her schoolwork.

Braeden had been so distracted watching the end of the movie and talking with Caroline that he never noticed, for a second, as a third person joined their party. The poor boy was completely unsuspecting of his best friend being in the room until, suddenly, he found the empty seat at his left catching on fire. WHAT THE--!? Wide-eyed, the Gryffindor boy jumped on his seat in surprise, the flames reflecting in his horrified gaze before he jumped up to his feet, wand in hand and ready to extinguish the flames, when he saw him.

The light from the fire illuminated the culprit sitting just a row behind Braeden and Caroline with an all too familiar sneer on his face. What the bloody hell did Deus think he was doing setting a seat on fire?! "WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU!?" exclaimed the horrified Gryffindor boy before stuttering out, "Ag--aguamenti!" The water from his wand helped extinguish the flames at a sluggish pace, until all that was left of the seat was… well, ashes.

What in the world had gotten into Amadeus?! He - Braeden - could've died! And the terror (though there was a bit of annoyance there as well) showed in the Gryffindor boy as his brown eyes went wide as saucers and his pale skin grew even paler than usual. Angry!Deus was the most frightening thing he had ever witnessed. He was sure if he ever stumbled upon a boggart one of these days, it would take the shape of Amadeus after sending forty-seven owls or setting a seat on fire.

Caroline shrugged she thought that skipping class to come watch movies sounded like a wonderful idea. Well she bet the muggle kids done it all the time. She had really enjoyed watching the movie. "I bet muggle kids do it all the time." she said. It should at least count as going to a muggle studies lessson. One day she would skip class and come up here. even if it was by herself.

Caroline eyes widened as the seat next to Braeden burst into flames. She jumped out of her seat. she saw his friend, from the three brooms sticks when they were at Hogmead, sometimes Caroline was terrible with names and she couldn't remember his friend's name all at. She thought this strange seeing that they were friends. She could tell by the look on his face that this wasn't going to be a friendly encounter. She stayed silent, and still. She wished that she wasn't there. She looked from one boy to the other,nerviously.

Amadeus put his wand back into the pocket of his robes and stood, staring for a brief moment at the two shocked youngsters. A small flicker of sympathy for the girl came to mind, since she was not the cause of the Ravenclaw's rage, but it ebbed away as a new tide of anger came at the simple sight of Braeden's face. "Where were you?" He snapped like the jealous, harried boyfriend he was. "You didn't come to practice, like you said you would, and you didn't even show up afterwards to apologize! And," Amadeus took a deep breath, glancing at the petite blonde before focusing his narrowed eyes at Brae, "once again, I find you... for lack of a better phrase, blowing me off so you can mess around!"

His fists were clenched tightly, the moisture on his face from the quidditch pitch seeming to evaporate, steam-like, from the heat that his anger was producing. He could have kicked a weiner dog, he was so angry. "I'm sick and TIRED of your excuses, Braeden Stonem. I am DONE with these fake promises, with these lies, with... with YOU!" He spoke the last word with such gusto that, at least to the Ravenclaw, the entire theater seemed to shake. He was so tense that his body was beginning to tremble ever so slightly, not able to handle such stress after exercising at the pitch all day long.

Braeden blinked, his expression of horror morphing into one of confusion as Deus replied to his questions with a simple - but very venomous - 'where were you?' Where was he? Where was he when? What was the big-- Oh. OH. Oooohhhh. As Deus went on to explain how Braeden hadn't attended his first Quidditch practice, like he had promised a few days ago, realization began to dawn on the Gryffindor boy. Aw man… That had been today, hadn't it? He knew how much this meant to Deus, it was his first year in the team, his first official practice… Braeden gulped. He could feel the heavy weight of the guilt beginning to crush his shoulders. It was the Ravenclaw's last words that shocked the boy, though. "What?! Wha'-- No! I wasn't… 'messing around'! I… I was just… I'd come to write a bit before going to see you, but then…" He glanced over at Caroline. He couldn't just go and spill her personal business. "She needed me," he said more simply. Gah. He felt bad.

But Deus wasn't done.

There was more - sick and tired of my excuses? Done with my fake promises?! With… with ME?!
Poor Braeden looked like he'd just been slapped, kicked, and punched in the gut. Was… Was Deus breaking up ending their friendship?! The Gryffindor's boy lip quivered just at the thought of losing his best, and closest friend. "Wha--…what? But-- I-- I didn't miss on purpose! I just-- I-- Deus, you can't be serious…" said the boy, his brown eyes wide and pleading. This could not be seriously happening! He looked like a lost puppy kicked to the side of the street and forever abandoned by its owner. "C'mon, mate, you know I'd never leave you hanging on purpose…" he muttered, brown eyes falling to the floor of the dark theater.
If Deus seriously dumped him their friendship, he might just burst into tears.

Caroline hadn't expected him to be so angry he seem like a fairly level termpered Person. She felt bad. She hated to see friends fight, and she had a front row seat to this fight. It seem that Braeden had promised to watch the Ravenclaw practice. She fowned. It was her fault that Amadeus was mad at Brae. Hey she remembered his name.

If Caroline didn't tell Braeden about her father, and got all mushy.He would have never thought about playing the movie to make she feel better.She shallowed, not sure if she should speak or not still. She did still keep moving her eyes from one boy to the other. Amadeus anger contined to build, as she felt worse. She didn't know what to do. She took a deep breath and spoke "I'm Sorry. If I had known that Braeden already had plans I would have made sure that he was there and not here" She closed her mouth quickly and decided not to say anything else inless one of them spoke to her directly.

She looked over a Braeden she could tell the he was upset over the whole thing. She started to feel worse. He was there trying to be nice to her. While he should have kept his promise to Amadeus. She gave Braeden a sympathical look. She couldn't remember the last time that she had been in the middle of such a heated fight. She was literally in the middle. She noticed Braeden heartbroken look as Amadeus said that he was done. She was sure that Braeden was going to be the next one to cry in this room.

"I can't be serious?" The blonde sneered, managing a wicked smile. "Oh, yes, I am. You never take me seriously. Either that, or you pretend to. I don't need this nonsense before a game, before my first quidditch game of the term! Against your bloody house, might I add!" He stood there, fists still clenched and knuckles white, breathing deeply as it seemed like his head would explode. Suddenly, a rather biting realization occurred to him.

"Oh Merlin," He murmured to himself, before giving his full attention to the pair before him. "I know what this is! You both are trying to sabotage Ravenclaw! You're trying to ruin our chances at the cup because you know that unless Gryffindor and Slytherin cheat, there's no way that Ravenclaw can lose!" Amadeus's jaw dropped at the thought. He pointed a shaking, accusing finger at Caroline and Braeden as he kept his other hand balled into a tight fist. A small voice in his head knew that he spoke nonsense and that Brae would never do such a thing. Maybe he had simply been forgetful once more and the Slytherin wasn't out to get Ravenclaw, but in his crazed state, everything and anything seemed plausible to Deus. Even the sight of Braeden's lowered head didn't phase him. His stress, which had been growing in the pit of his stomach for the past few days, had finally exploded like an atomic bomb.

Braeden seemed to shrink smaller and smaller in size as Deus continued throwing accusations at him. Even the idea of Gryffindor and Slytherin trying to cheat, ridiculous as it was, didn't really get much of a reaction out of the Gryffindor boy. Normally, Braeden would have immediately jumped at this, protested at the absurdity of the idea, shown some sort of reaction, anything at all! But he seemed to have gone blank after Deus's earlier words - 'I am done with you'. Yeah, that hit Brae… hard.

The Gryffindor boy sniffled softly as the back of his right hand brushed over his eyes. He had a bad feeling that Deus, angry as he was at that moment, was not going to listen to reason. He had already made up his mind, had already decided to cut Braeden off his list of friends and dump he, who had been his best friend for a few months now.

"I assure you Caroline and I aren't plotting anything against Ravenclaw," said the boy in a weak voice; it was all he could really say, though he knew it would be useless. Deus wouldn't listen to him. And at this point, Braeden was feeling too down to even try. "I hope when your head clears you'll still be willing to talk to me. I'll keep my window open… and if the guys don't like it, I'll sleep out in the grounds." He shrugged. "In case you send an owl…" So he wouldn't have to send forty-seven like last time.

Caroline started looking at Amadeus as spoke saying that he was being serious. It all started making sense her brother would act this way snappish, craze, and anger. Before matches, nerviousness made him right near unbearable to be a the same room with him, much less being his little sister. She looked nerviously from one boy to the other for the third time. She eyes were getting watery. She was glad that it was semi-dark and she had slid over out of the way like a mouse it the corner.

Then he starting accousing them of sabotaging the Ravenclaw match. Caroline had no interest in the up coming match. She hadn't even thought about going to the match. She wasn't sure what to say again. She knew that she needed to say something, With her luck she would say something that would only make matters worse, and that was the last thing she wanted.

"We wouldn't do that." She said in a sweet voice taking all of the inccent hints out of the tone. He clearly wasn't acting hisself. Caroline hoped that if it got worse that it would blow over by the time the match was over.

She looked over at Braeden who was clearly hurting for what seem like what would be the end of his friendship. She nodded in agreement with what Braeden had just said about plotting agaisnt Ravenclaw. She had no idea what Brae was talking about after than about leaving the window opened or sleeping outside on the gounds in case he send an owl. Caroline never understood boys and this made her even more confused about them and how the handle relationships.

Amadeus was beyond reason now; he was too far swept up in his psychotic ideas and exhaustion. A deep frown was imprinted on his face. "I..." He struggled to find the proper words to express what he wanted to say. "I'm going to bed. Enjoy your rendezvous." He turned and began to walk out, his blue and bronze quidditch robes billowing behind him as he prepared to storm out of the darkened cinema. Before placing his hand on the door to push it open, he turned to face Braeden. "Don't bother sitting on the Ravenclaw side of the stands tomorrow. Although I doubt that you were going to, anyways." Turning on his heel, he promptly left, taking deep breaths as he told himself that he needed to push it all from his mind and get a good night's rest for tomorrow's game. He wasn't going to let a mop-haired Gryffindor and his hussy get him down, nor make him cost his team an important game.

As of that night, Braeden Stonem was nothing to Amadeus Kipling.

Hugging the girl a little bit tighter and closer to himself, if that was possible of course, Josh kept kissing her with rather intense desire as long as possible until he finally failed to fight against the disruptive effect of the words in his mind that he had to tell her soon. So pulling away, he opened his eyes and looked at her. Perhaps she was going to be happier and safer with somebody else. After making those some certain people taste his fist for even talking about her, those words were quite inappropriate though so he deserved it, and getting so much in trouble for her, thinking of the possiblity that she might be happy with someone else was like an endless torture to him but that was another thing that he had to sacrifice for her.

Smiling down at her, the Gryffindor decided to say something, anything, before she suspected the unusual silence of him which would surely lead her to ask what he was thinking about. And since Josh hardy lied to anyone, he even could not remember the last time he had lied to anyone, he doubted he could hide it longer. Especially if the person who asked for the information was her. He did not think there was any way he could lie to her but he had to work on that at least just for now otherwise the plan to keep her safer would be ruined and she'd never be convinced about it. She was a smart girl after all. It must have been hard to deceive her however he had to try his chance.

''You are...'' he began not really sure what to say or to be exact which one to say for there was a lot to say. ''...actually hard to describe. Words are not enough for that but there's a fact that cannot be overlooked and it is that you deserve the best of everything in this world.'' And i'll try to make sure that you live that way though i'll be away from you ''So, well...'' the lion boy stopped for a moment and took a deep breath loosening his grip on her some ''...there's something very important i need to tell you'' And now the hardest part....

''We cannot be together anymore. You must...forget everything about me''

Sammy hadn't been in the room of requirement ... for .... AGES! Last time she'd been in here Amy was still here. *wipes away mental tear* But anyway. Sammy was here on a mission. TO MEET SOMEONE NEW! She was such an awkward turtle. Compared to Katie anyway. Katie was a social butterfly and Sammy; a awkward turtle. But she liked turtles better anyway. Who would choose a butterfly over a turtle? NO ONE. Unless they were some creepy person who liked butterflies Anywho, s she entered, ll the confidence she had built up, simply melted away, she stood there for a moment or two, before retreating to a corner, and pulling a book out of her bag. *read read read*

Wrapping her arms around his neck just a bit more as he pulled her closer, fingers running through his surprisingly soft brown hair, she was rather taken aback for a moment at the intensity of the kiss, not having expected it, though made no move to pull away. That is, until he was the one to pull away first. Again, surprising her, and she opened her own hazel eyes to see if perhaps something was wrong. His smile though was rather contagious at the moment, causing a content smile of her own to appear on her lips. While she enjoyed just being with him in general, she found his silence rather unusual, but thought nothing more of it. Why ruin a perfect moment?
Aha! See, she knew his silence wouldn’t last for long.

Nevertheless, no matter how much time she spent with him, he still confused her during the most random of times. Most of the time, it was during times like this. His words had her smiling, yet her head shook and eyebrows furrowed just the slightest in confusion. Opening her mouth to say something, she closed it when the Gryffindor boy continued on. This…this was different. This felt…really different.

Loosening her own grip from around his neck, her hands slid down just above his chest and near his tie, whispering a quiet 'what?', almost as if her lips moved but almost no sound came out.

Wha…what?

He was just…full of surprises at the moment wasn't he? "We…" What? Raising her eyebrows in shock, astonished by the unexpected turn of events, Evelyn let out a long, soft, breath of air as her gaze moved past Josh and around the room, looking everywhere but his face.

Biting the inside of her lips, her gaze settled on his red and gold tie, fingers lightly playing with it. "Why?" Her voice may have been soft and unwavering, but her tone was serious. "Why must I forget everything about you?" Just as she ended, she turned her eyes back up to his finally, demanding an answer.

Tay went into the Room of Requirement, braiding her long blonde curls as she walked- and then securing it with a cute green ribbon. She smiled to herself as she looked around to see if she could meet anybody- a friend, or someone new! She saw a girl nearby who was reading- she didn't really want to disturb her, but she looked pretty lonely! Tay walked over and sat nearby- "Hey! Whatcha reading?" she asked kindly, with a big friendly smile.

Sammy lifted her head. OHMYGOSH I am so good at this meeting new people thing she thought before answering the girl. "Series of Unfortunate Events; A Bad Beginning" oh yeah, Katie would be proud. She smiled. "
I'm Sammy Star by the way" she said, "and you are?"

Why?

Well...that was a good question. And the effect it caused in the boy's mind by messing with the made up reasons he had prepared himself to voice as the answer to that question totally ruined his plans. Eh. That was not good at all. He was already having pretty much difficulty with trying to say such things while looking at her face and feeling her elegant body in his arms and now what he was planning to say was all...gone.

To be frank he was half expecting her to accept it without any attemp of inquiry or else the first time he told it. But of course it was so stupid to hope that it would happen. If she evet happened give up on him that easily, than it'd mean that she had not really loved him at all. Perhaps everything would be way better and safer for her if it was that way but what had happened had happened. There was no way to go back to the past and change it. So, though he had forgotten what he was going to say, he decided to go with the plan. It was the only way to make up for that mistake.

As the Gryffindor tried to remember what he was supposed to say, he carefully observed the lovely Slytherin's reaction to his words. And...he could see no sign to show that she was upset nor any watery eyes. She just looked...very serious and kind of...determined...maybe. Whatever it was called, it was good after all since she was not crying or suffering an emotional crisis. Good thing. Otherwise the lion boy would utterly hate himself for making her feel like that.

''Because...'' he began again not to keep her staring at his unnatural silence but...what to sat now? Maybe he should tell the truth and explain her why he wanted her to be away from her. For her sake, for her safety, for her hapiness and for everything else which were good for her. However if he did it that way there was a possiblity that she'd not accept it believing that it was not true. Or she might say that she would not mind a bit of a danger while she could be with him. Yet, stop there Josh! No one loves you that much. Anyhow, in any way he could not give her even the thought of denying what he said otherwise it was not going to work...

Sooo Josh, now rather slowly playing with her pretty hair, decided to lie instead. And he had to play his part well so he could avoid the possiblity of her not believing him. Therefore smiling again, wider this time, he went on with a conversational tone ''Because...i lied to you. It has been all a game from the very beginning. I, unfortunately dear, do not love you. Okay?'' he took another deep breath and took a step away from her ''Is this enough for you or should i tell you more, hmmm?''

However much patience she could muster was disappearing by the second at the moment as if a pile of shiny items was suddenly was spotted by a group of nifflers. This was a very serious matter, she wanted answers, and yet...he was silent. Yet, his silence neither helped nor hurt her. It was just making her impatient. But, he did speak. A word. Because...what?

WHAT could possibly have happened that made him say all of this? Did she do something that upset him? Was there a rumor going around that she didn't know about? 'Because' couldn't possibly be the explanation. Just 'because', was not a good reason to break up with someone. Perhaps he was tired of her. Yet, that kiss would have definitely given an argument on that one if it could.

When he started to play with her hair, she relaxed only the slightest, her impatience lessening only by a mere amount, but she still wanted answers. And...he finally...

Feeling as if all the breath had left her, Evelyn stared up at him, mouth hanging open slightly, hazel eyes shining with both shock and sadness, and color...she was becoming a tad pale. A game? He thought this was a game? Okay? How...how could this be okay? Feeling herself nod her head as if controlled by another, the girl finally blinked and looked elsewhere. "That's enough..." she heard someone say rather quietly, whether it was her or not she didn't know. She just...she didn't even know if she could breathe properly, let alone comprehend what she was saying or doing.

Taking a shaky breath, she too took a step away from him, and then another, and another, one becoming more hesitant after the other. Staring at the floor, Evelyn could only feel humiliated and heartbroken, as if those were the only emotions left in the world. Licking her suddenly dry lips, the Slytherin girl looked up to Josh first before the wall behind him. She couldn't even turn around without Josh seeing her every move, breath, blink, or...anything! These dang mirrors were in the room. She didn't...she didn't want him to see...

Folding her arms across her middle, she attempted a smile, but that made everything worse. "Well then, I..." I what? She didn't know. Not until the 'Get out now' mode kicked in. "I wish you would've told me that sooner." Like, before she told him she loved him would've been nice. THAT wasn't a game to her. "But, it's...I..." Can't speak properly. "I have studying to do. Important studying." Right, studying was important. Right? "So...I'll see you in class." Maybe. If he ever showed up. His tendency of not being present was quite known.

With a final glance to him, the broken girl turned and made her way back through the door, head held high, nose and cheeks turning a pale red, and the beginning of tears forming in her bright hazel eyes, not yet spilling over. Just...had to get out.

Witnessing how the Slytherin girl, with whom he was truly, completely, deeply and obssesively in love as he happened to feel it, had reacted to his indescribably horrible and far from reality words was probably the worst sight his dark brown eyes perceived. Though it looked like she was not much affected by them for she had not screamed at him or started crying, he could still see the sadness in her deep hazel eyes which had made something inside him arise. Anger. That familiar feeling he tasted when he thought something he valued was harmed. However, unlike the other times he experienced it, this anger was totally rising towards himself.

Letting out an angry breath, he immediately looked away from her and tightly closed his eyes to keep the anger in control. And as he did so, he quickly loosened his red and gold tie breathing heavily. Then he was about to start getting rid of the rest of his school uniform when her voice met his ears again surprisingly relieving the anger a great deal despite the fact that the voice did not sound happy at all. As she made her attempts to speak, Josh first opened his eyes staring at the mirror again then looked back at her once had mentioned her wish of knowing this sooner than that. ''But i...'' Josh began but failed to speak just like her. Instead he scratched his chin some and took a backwards step closer to the dark red couch.


Important studying? This was probably the weakest attempt to lie he had ever seen. No humankind could study in that mood. Not that he knew how she felt exactly but the sadness he saw deep in her beautiful eyes was enough to conclude it that way. So, the Gryffindor opened his mouth to comment on this lie and say that such lies did not go well with her pretty lips when the girl said something half surprised and half dissappointed the boy.

'So...I'll see you in class'

She still wanted to see him...in class? No and No. He had told her to forget all about him, had not he? He had keep her away from himself as much as possible or even he was ready to press the boundaries of what was called possible....only for her, of course. But now she was talking about seeing him in the class. He had to fix that, as well. Like right now. As quickly as he could since she was approaching the door. Now he could use that Ravenclaw braşn, but it was not like it was there until some words formed themselves in his mind.

''R-....'' ROSE he was about to yell after her to stop her but remembering that his calling her Rose was something kind of special and related to their relationship, he changed it ''EVELYN!'' Had he ever called her Evelyn? He could not recall something like that happen. After that, without even waiting for her to turn back and look at him, he went on keeping his voice as calm and confident as the usual. ''Before you should go anywhere, can you please give me another kiss? You know, love is nothing when you can feel the pleasure. And you have been a great source for it so far. So, come here for a moment and let me enjoy it once again''

Gah! What was this?! He had just sounded like a total jerk. The biggest jerk ever. Not to mention that it had nothing to do with Josh Carter himself. He'd never talk that way to anyone and this was his Rose! For an instant, he did a quick move to dash forward and catch her before she could leave to tell her what he had been trying to do and that he loved her, that his devotion to her was the greatest one ever however fighting the urge the lion boy stopped himself. At least this was going to make her hate him so she'd stay away from him by her own.

''Feel free to hex or curse me or both. Or maybe kill me''

No more comments on that.

Hmm? What more could he possibly say to her?

Pausing just as she was to step through the door and into the corridor, one hand placed on the door frame and the other on the door handle, Evelyn glanced over her shoulder just as he began to speak again, a glimmer of hope rushing through her. Or…or not? Her mouth dropped in shock. He really just said that didn’t he. It both saddened and angered her more than she could even imagine. Turning back to the door, she stared out into the corridor, the tears subsiding for a moment, however, one just barely managed to make it past her eyelashes and onto her cheek, yet she wiped it away as quickly as it came before turning back around. Turning back around…to face him.

Hex, curse, or kill him? All of them sounded tempting but neither sounded all that great at the same time. Just staring at him for a moment, her expression slowly became one of disgust and after she could take it no longer, she quickly moved to stand in front of him, her shining hazel eyes searching his for anything and everything.

SLAP!

That is, before her hand swiftly came up and connected with his cheek. It was much more satisfying to physically do that instead of a hex or curse. Yet, it still pained her to do so. Smiling just the slightest, neither warm or welcoming, the Slytherin girl ran a hand through her hair to fix it before speaking. "Have a nice day Josh." She said calmly, the tears once again welling up in her eyes. "You deserve to have a nice day." Before he experiences what she was going to do to him that is. A little rest before the storm hit.

Turning back around, she headed towards the door and went into the corridor, gently shutting the door behind her.

Tay smiled- "Oh, I think I read that once... I didn't read them all though." she said honestly- she didn't think she'd have had the patience to read... what... all thirteen or so of those books? No way!

"Well, it's lovely to meet you Sammy Star- which is an awesome name by the way! I'm Taylor Wattsfay. But you can just call me Tay!" she told Sammy with a big grin.

Tay leaned back against the wall- "So, umm- what year are you?" she asked Sammy kindly, she took in that she was Hufflepuff from her uniform, which was good, Hufflepuff's were always super nice.

Sammy smiled. "It well worth it, the ending is amazing" she said happily. She loved reading. Fiction mainly, because who wanted to red bout something that ACTUALLY happened? What?!

"Thanks," Jeez, Sammy's name was popular, that's the second person that's complimented her name. AAAAAAWWWEEESSSSOOOOMMMMEEEE. "I've alwys liked the name Taylor, Taaaaaaay-looooorrr" oh yeah, don't be jealous of awesomeness, get in line guys.

Sammy raised her eyebrows but answered the question anyway "Third, you?" she said, putting the bookmark back in her book. Then she noticed the girl's uniform, Slytherin. She always met new Slytherins, there didn't seem to be anyone else in the school sometimes.

Tay nodded- "Oh, I may... eventually check the last few out then" she laughed, braiding her blonde curls over her shoulder and then tying the braid with a cute pink ribbon.

"I don't really like it to be honest... Taylor... it's not the most girliest of names" she laughed again, knowing her name didn't really fit her personality- because she most definately was girly! Tay by itself sounded so much better.

"Second" she said with a smile- so Sammy was older, that was cool. It was always nice to have older friends around! Sammy didn't seem suprised that she was a Slytherin- it seemed to be the largest house here at the moment, not that she knew why- she was pretty much only there because of how she used to be and that she was a legacy really.

"So, you don't like your name because it's not ... girly enough?" Sammy asked. She had her reasons just wait. Calm down. "I don't like people calling me Samantha because of the MAN part and little kids call me Samamfa" she said with a shrug. Not once had she introduced herself as Samantha, it was Sammy and that's that. NO EXCEPTIONS! She would much rather be called Tabatha, and be called Tabby Cat, then be called Samantha.

Okay. Change that. Not only was Sammy only meeting Slytherins, they ll seemed to be younger than her. Why did she get along so well with people younger than her? Maybe because of her immaturity, curses. WAIT. Tee was a second year Slythie. "you wouldn't know Tee-I mean Katie by chance would you?" she asked. Soon it would only be Luke left to meet of Tee's friends. Her boyfriend. *secretly glares him down in an over protective sister way*

*Half asleep Matthias walked back and forth three times in front of where he knew the room to be. I just want a place to sleep... he thought. With all the boys in his dorms pulling pranks and being to loud, and getting almost no sleep anyway with studying Matty needed a nice long nap. After that a relaxing weekend.

A light blue door came up and Matty opened it walking in but not shutting it all the way. The room had a large light blue bed, blue walls, and fireplace. But Matty didn't notice a thing, he just went right to the bed, laid down, and fell fast asleep.*