Chloe suddenly saw flowers growing upwards all around her. She was slightly taken aback at first but the sheer beauty of the flowers all around her envelped her senses. She kinda wondered ehy he was doing this though. He had a girl he was arranged to marry and this almost seemed like a romantic gesture. He looked toward Kim and said, "I really like this and I know you like flowers and all but this is quite a lot. It almost seems like a romantic gesture and your arranged to be married. If your fiance saw us together like this. I guess what I am trying to say is you gotta be careful.", Chloe said looking at Kim with a sort of I care about you as a freind look.".

Eino brief tantrum at Hugo performing real magic signaled to Kurumi that Eino hadn’t in fact lost his mind but was just getting really into his game of make believe. Kurumi breathed a sigh of relief and giggled. She needed to create a character to match the creativity of Eino’s – which was going to be very difficult.

“Fear not, good sir,” Kurumi said with a new airy tone to her voice as she began to hold herself a little more ladylike. “I am one of the last remaining member of the Clan of Eikooc as as one can use magic. We were once a great clan of elves from Norse, but have since been hunted and our numbers dwindled due to such evil forces as this monster you are seeking.” She still didn’t think that Mr. Ikenna was evil or mean, but perhaps the man would be kind enough to play along with them. “This is why I have asked for this man,” she gestured to Hugo. “To accompany me so that I may have added protection. I also travel with two others,” she held up Faustus 2 and Walnut. “Who I trust you know.”Clearly, from the way Eino had been looking and talking to them, he had a clear vision in his head as to what characters they were playing.

Mia gave another little sniffle and nodded her head at Finn. "He does." Although you wouldn't know it right now seeing how she looked so sad. "I love him." She admitted. It was getting so easy to say that now. And it made her smile a little as she thought about him. But the smile didn't last when she spoke again. "Yeah well apparently they don't."

Stupid boys, making her feel like this. Mia didn't like drama. At. All.

Partly at fault? Did that mean she was at fault too? Mia chewed on her bottom lip while she thought about that. What had she done that would make her at fault?

Before she could think too much on it, Finn spoke again and Mia looked at him. A year ago is when she had met Sal and Finn and Jimmy and..."Oh Merlin." She groaned. Sal couldn't have possibly liked her for that long, could he?

She felt a little better when Finn told her that she wasn't sending out the wrong signals. Mia picked at a stray bit of thread on her robes thinking to herself. "I hope Nik doesn't go ballistic when I tell him."

Hugo jumped to his feet and dropped the flowers and his wand. Hugo was really going to have to learn to use his imagination. "Well this be no ordinary magic-" Hugo made up in an Irish accent. That's right, Hugo had an Irish accent now. I mean, the Sherrif of the Courtyard had an Irish accent. "Don't you see my lad? I've created a tiny dragon to accompany us," he said pointing at the bouquet of flowers on the ground. He hoped Eino would imagine the flowers to be a dragon. "It is a friendly dragon," Hugo told Eino picking it and the wand up. "And this- This is the magical sword of Observatorium. It is the most powerful sword in all of the Irish knight district." Hugo was getting pretty good at this actually. At least, he thought so. Then Eino showed Hugo the book thing. O-kay. Making a frog. Remember that. "To what land are we headed, sir Eino?" Hugo asked. This was actually pretty fun. He drew his sword.

Hugo bowed a little when Kurumi mentioned him. Hugo looked at Eino confused as she held up the cat and the cactus- WAIT THE CACTUS? How did that happen? Did it actually return? "So, the Great One has returned?" Hugo asked hoping Kurumi would catch his hint for the question, but still in character.

"Come, Lady of the Courtyard Last Remaining Member of the Clan of Eikooc As One Can Use Magic!" He said gesturing for her to follow him. They ad to make their way to the second floor very quietly and cautiously! Morgan La Fey would surely place many traps and obstacles in their way to make them doubt themselves and discourage them from embarking in this thrilling journey! Eino wasn't sure what kind of magic the Lady of the Courtyard Last Remaining Member of the Clan of Eikooc As One Can Use Magic could do, but being the Last Remaining Member of the Clan of Eikooc As One Can Use Magic surely she could perform some type of magic and that was good enough. That is, so long as it wasn't black magic! "And in good company you are!" Eino said covering his head with his hood. Sir Toby was growing very anxious now and began daydreaming, so Eino had to nudge him occasionally to bring him back to his senses.



"Don't drop it then!" Eino urged him to pick the tiny dragon back up. Maybe it should serve as a method of transportation, that is, if it grew quite a bit within the next few minutes, which was most likely to happen. Plus, it could be used to breathe fire on the darkest of dark creatures, so it was most certainly welcome to accompany them. "See, Sir Toby! No need to fear." Sir Toby had been worried that only the two of them wouldn't be sufficient to destroy the Monster of the Ministry, but now there were (Lady of the Courtyard Last Remaining Member of the Clan of Eikooc As One Can Use Magic, Sheriff of the Courtyard, Merlin, King Arthur, and a dragon) five of them. "Oh," Eino said turning back to the Sheriff of the Courtyard, "you must name your dragon!" Because no dragon should ever be left unnamed. "We are headed to the darkest of dark places in the entire UNIVERSE!" He said extending his arms in the air to emphasize how big the universe was. "Let's go!" He said and hurried down the staircase.

Oh so this guy was going there too? That sounded good with her she guessed. She gave him a nod when he asked if she wanted company. "Sure. This school is freaky when walking around it by yourself," she explained, the flashlight pointing at the ground. Heh this guy was cute. Good thing she agreed on walking to the Astronomy Tower with a cute guy this this.

"I'm Sadie," the curly blonde introduced herself. "7th year Slytherin." Just for future reference of course. Now she figured he would say his name and whatever else he wanted to say, and they could be on their way. She didn't want to be late again because that was happening waay to frequently. She shifted her weight from one foot to the other.

"This is true," Elliott nodded, slowly turning his head to look around at the paintings. He couldn't tell if they were really sleeping or just eavesdropping on their conversation. And she didn't seem to care that he was tagging along, so it sounded good to him. "Nice to meet you, Sadie. I'm Elliott... sixth year Gryffindor." So, she was in her last year, then. He wondered whether she was like that other Slytherin girl he had met at the front gate who just wanted out of this school.

"Well, off to the astronomy tower, then?" He gave a smile and waited a moment till she was next to him before walking. "So, what are you doing in the astronomy tower?" Homework, probably. Unless she was a stargazer.

Of course it was true. Sadie Perdieu was always right. Derr. "Nice to meet ya'll as well Elliot," she said in the Southern accent that was never going to leave. Ugh she sounded like such a hillbilly when there were just those words that she couldn't help but say. Sixth year? Gryffindor? Why was it all these younger guys were so cute? Ehh. Oh well. She had kissed plenty of younger guys. Two who she believed were still here and Ravenclaws.

She gave him a nod and started down the corridor with him. "Uhh Astronomy homework," the young lady replied. Not in a rude way. It was due tomorrow and they had been assigned homework you could only find in the stars rather then a book. Just then a realization came over her and she halted right there in the hall. "Your last name wouldn't happen to be Mikaitis, would it?" she questioned.

"Ya'll.." Elliott repeated quietly with an amused smile. Clearly, she was from the states, but who knew which one. There were fifty of them! How were people supposed to guess, when there were fifty possibilities? "Aha, homework. Good answer." There were few people who went up there for reasons other than schoolwork.

They were walking along through the hall when suddenly she came to a halt. Whoa! How did she know his last name? "Err... yes, it is, actually...." Was this a good thing? Or bad..? He matted down his hair with his hand as he looked at her for an answer.

She was too in thought to hear him repeat 'ya'll'. The portraits around made her uneasy for some reason. It was as if they were going to go blab whatever this conversation the two of them were having to someone who shouldn't hear it. It wasn't like that was going to happen, but yah never know. "Are you doing homework too?" she asked. It didn't look like he had any books or parchment on him.

Yay! Now she wouldn't have to read the letter herself. She opened up the bag that was on her side and rummaged around until she found the note. "This is for you," she said, handing him the letter with his name on the front of it. "I promise I don't steal people's mail," she added with a laugh. "The other day I was in the owlery and it was laying there on the ground. I guess it accidentally came off the owl." She was like a freak who read other people's mail. It was still closed and everything.

Braeden was just minding his own business, on his way to the Gryffindor tower after leaving that afternoon's History of Magic lesson, when he heard a voice behind him call out, "What's the big rush, ButterFeet? Be careful, you might slip!" At this, the boy came to an abrupt halt and turned around slowly. He knew that voice too well, and he knew that annoying nickname even better. It all went back to his second year, when he had been running down the corridor at full speed, trying to make it to his Muggle Studies lesson on time. But, being the clumsy boy that he has always been, the then-twelve-year-old Braeden had slipped and fallen flat on his face. The first to witness this incident had been, of course, the portraits on the wall, which didn't take long at all to come up with nicknames for him and tease him.

"Think you're so funny, do you?" muttered an annoyed Braeden as he glared at the portrait of the tall, curly-haired man in his frame, wearing attire appropriate for the eighteenth century, and a large wicked grin on his pale, pink-cheek face.

"I have been ranked as 'funniest and most amusing portrait' for the forty-third year in a row, ButterFeet. That's longer than you've been alive; so yes, I do think I am quite the joke-cracker."

Braeden rolled his eyes at the self-centered man in the painting. "I beg to differ." Oh, it was on. If that stupid portrait thought he could tease him for something that happened three years ago for as long as he continued attending Hogwarts, then it was in for a big surprise!

On her way to the Slytherin common room, or finding something more interesting then that, Evangeline was walking down the first floor corridor. It was then that she noticed Braeden standing there, appearing to be talking to the portraits. She smiled, shaking her head and thinking about how often it seemed that she always came along when Braeden was doing the strangest of things. "You're not talking to yourself again, are you?" She asked, walking up beside him, aware that he probably hadn't noticed her approach.

"GAH!" Braeden jumped a few steps back, dropping all of his books in the process, as Evangeline seemed to come out of nowhere, her voice sneaking up on him and sending his heart to his throat in fright. Merlin. From inside his frame, the portrait of the man with the curly white hair laughed heartily at him. Braeden shot him a glare before beginning to pick up his books and turning to Evangeline with a pale face. "And you're trying to kill me from a heart attack again, aren't you?" asked the boy in response, though there was amusement behind his brown eyes. "What brings you here, Hollywood? Don't tell me you're stalking me now!" he accused playfully, a lopsided grin adorning his expression.

As she had expected, he hadn't noticed her arrival, and like usual jumped up in fright. "Sorry 'bout that." She said with a smirk, looking down at all of his books that were on the ground. Oops. "Well, that was my intention." She said, and smiled at the portrait that was laughing. "Oh, don't flatter yourself Braeden." She said, teasingly of course. "I was going to my common room, that or finding something of interest. Scaring you again seemed good enough." She said. "Besides, what are you doing here? Apart from being made fun of by a portrait, that is."

Braeden's brown eyes narrowed at the Slytherin girl as she apologized without emotion before going on to add that scaring him and making him drop his books was her intention. What a meanie! And as if all that wasn't mean enough, she was then adding that scaring him had been interesting enough. Now the boy's jaw dropped. Why was Hollywood always so mean to himmm? He could've just turned and ran the opposite direction crying like a little girl but sucked it up instead.

"I wasn't just standing here being made fun of by a portrait!" he said, brows furrowed.

"Yes you were," said the nosy portrait which soon received an icy glare from the young Gryffindor.

"I was on my way to the common room too, actually," explained Braeden, lifting his chin up high. "I just happened to stumble upon this stupid, ugly portrait on the way," he added a little more sourly, shooting the portrait another look, before returning his gaze to Evangeline. "You're quite abusive, you know that?"

She watched, with amusement as Braeden denied it, and the portrait disagreed. "The portrait is right, y'know." She said, with an innocent smile. A rather contradictory smile, to be honest, because there was not much about Evangeline at all that was the slightest bit innocent.

"Ah, of course." She said. "You don't have to be so mean to the portrait. I don't know what he's ever done to you." She said. "What? I'm not abusive." Well... Thinking about it, Evangeline had to admit that she was pretty mean to Braeden. It wasn't like she was a horrible person, or anything. She just had to tease Braeden. She couldn't help herself. "Well..."

Braeden's jaw dropped once more. This was a conspiracy! Hollywood and that stupid painting were teaming up against him! This wasn't very nice. "The portrait doesn't know what it's saying. It's just a portrait with an eighteenth-century mind," said Braeden. He would've crossed his arms, but he needed to carry his books somehow. Somewhere in the background, the annoying portrait made another sarcastic comment but Braeden opted best to ignore it this time.

And then Evangeline was telling him not to be mean to the portrait! Oh, this was definitely a conspiracy. "I'm not being mean to the portrait!" complained Braeden. "In case you've forgotten, when you apparated out of nowhere and gave me a heart attack, the portrait was making fun of me, therefore, the mean one here is the portrait. Not me. I'm just a mere victim," the boy finished in a mutter, his brown eyes falling to the marble floors as his feet shifted absentmindedly for a moment before he looked up again as Evangeline denied to being abusive. Pshhhh. And then she was adding an unsure 'well…' "I'm right, aren't I?" said Braeden with one of his goofy smiles. "I'm right, admit it! You're mean and you know it, Hollywood. And I'm just your poor, innocent victim." That's right. He was just a poor, defenseless creature victimized by the evil Slytherin girl.

"Then surely he'd be smarter because of his age." She suggested. It wasn't really mean, was it, to be siding with the portrait, because it was amusing?

"It certainly seems that way," Evangeline pointed out, calmly. "And technically, I was walking down the corridor, saw you and came over, you were just to deaf to hear me." She said. "Anyway, you called him stupid and ugly. That sounds rather mean, to me." Evangeline knew that Braeden was, this time, completely right. But she was just far too stubborn and proud to actually admit this to him, so stubbornly, she shook her head. "No. Not at all true."

Braeden's jaw dropped but he quickly shut it tight as Evangeline went on about the portrait being smarter because of its age and him being mean for calling it stupid and ugly. Fiiiiiine. So maybe she had a point there. He couldn't admit it, though, so he said nothing, merely listening to Eva throw more attacks at him. Sniffle… why was she so mean? So abusive? What had he ever done to be mistreated this way? Boo hoo.

"It's true and you know it," said the boy rather weakly as Evangeline insisted she wasn't the attacker here. She had pretty much won at this point, instead of arguing Braeden seemed to be curling into some corner of his mind crying like a little girl. Well maybe not literally, but he did realize this battle was lost before it had even started. "I think you should tell me what it was that I did to get you to be so mean to me, Hollywood," said the boy. "So I can make up for it. Unless you're just being mean because you're in Slytherin… in which case I don't think there's much I can do about that…" he muttered the last bit more to himself than to his Slytherin bully.

"I wouldn't say so." Her voice so calm it wasn't even argumentative, it was more like she was stating facts. But when he asked her what he'd done to her to maker her be so mean to him, she stopped and thought about it. It wasn't because he'd done something to her, because he hadn't. And it certainly wasn't that she didn't like him, because she did. She just, didn't know why. "Because," Evangeline frowned. She always, always had an answer. To everything. Not having an answer was something she never felt, and now that it happened, she decided she didn't much like the feeling.

Braeden was ready to hear some long explanation about how he had somehow, without realizing, offended Evangeline in the short time he had known the girl. However, no words came after her initial 'because...'. The boy raised an eyebrow at her, half expectant and half puzzled. "Well?" he asked. What, did Evangeline, also known as 'Hollywood', the girl who always had an answer (especially if it was an offensive one), not have an answer for him now? Well, well, well! Will you look at that? Braeden had to hold back the urge to smirk. He didn't want to look too smug because that would only make Eva all the more willing to stomp all over his self-confidence.

"So it's because you're just naturally like that, isn't it?" asked the boy. He didn't sound accusatory or anything, though; just curious.

Evangeline looked at Braeden, for once the slightest bit unsure. She could come with an answer, or some sort of sarcastic comment. Or she could just say the truth, or some of it. Because an annoying voice in her head was telling her that being mean was a mask, and that she never let anyone see through it. "I'm nice upon occasion," she said. Sometimes more than often. "It's not that I'm always like that, but I try to usually act like that." She said, and almost the second she said it, she regretted it. Because she never told anyone anything remotely too personal for her liking, and she was even sure if it made sense. And if it did, if it would make sense to Braeden, or if he would just ask more questions.

Braeden smiled as Evangeline shared simply that she was 'nice upon occasion'. Well, that was a very Evangeline-like response. Rather amusing too, actually. But that wasn't all... Right when Braeden was sure he would never get the truth out of the Slytherin girl before him, she spoke again, this time explaining something he hadn't seen coming at all. So she wasn't really mean... she just tried to act like that. This... well, this information pretty much blew Braeden away. He hadn't expected this, and he really hadn't expected that Evangeline would trust him, of all people, enough to share something that personal.

Luckily for the girl, though, even though Braeden wasn't really Gryffindor's brightest, the boy wasn't hopelessly slow either. He was able to read her body language, her expression, and he knew she wasn't feeling too comfortable with what she had just confessed. As a matter of fact, she was probably wishing she'd never told him that in the first place. The boy couldn't help but be flattered she'd blurt that out to him, though.

"Well, whaddaya know? Looks like Ms. Hollywood's got a heart after all," said the boy with one of his lopsided grins as he ruffled Evangeline's hair playfully, just because he was taller and could do that and she couldn't stop him. Ha-ha. He wanted to lighten up the mood, though, not for himself but for his friend. He didn't want her feeling uncomfortable or vulnerable for having shared that with him. He wanted her to know he wouldn't use it against her; he wasn't that type of person.

Evangeline watched Braeden intently, watching his reactions at this piece of information. She was never the type of person that blurted things out, and she had never intended to tell this to Braeden, but she supposed that keeping this to herself so much, meant it had to come out eventually. "Well yes. Even Slytherin's like me have hearts." She said. "But I'm sure you know how I'll feel if you say anything," she said, but she was really very threatening. More joking. Because for some unfathomable reason, she trusted that he wouldn't say anything about this. It didn't make much sense.

She scowled light heartedly when he messed up her hair. "You're not very much taller than me, you." She said, straightening out her long hair. "And you being my friend, and hearing that piece of information, doesn't mean you get to touch my hear." She told him.

Was he doing homework as well? Heh. Elliott gave a faint smile and shook his head. "Actually, no. I don't really have a purpose for going up there, other than sheer boredom and an invitation from you." Because he really wasn't tired yet, and the astronomy tower was in interesting place. Hopefully it wouldn't be very full of students doing last-minute astronomy homework, otherwise he'd probably be out of there within a few minutes.

He watched Sadie as she rummaged around his her bag, all the while he was wondering how she knew his last name. When she handed over a letter, it all pieced together. "Oh, thank you." Lucky for him, she was nice enough to pick it up and give it to him. Most people would have left it there on the dirty floor. He opened up the letter. "Don't mind me," he told her as his eyes shifted to the parchment in his hands.

And it was from Lucie. He had been wondering where she had gone off to! And to think, he thought her leaving might have had something to do with the almost-drowning incident. He finally came to the end of the letter and he tucked it away in his back pocket. Poor Luce - sounded like she was going through a really rough time. He made a mental note to write her this week.

"From a friend," he said, finally breaking the span of silence.