Kurumi's expression softened as Heather explained what had happened to her. Quidditch...the sport was seeming more and more dangerous the more she heard about it. She had read some very scary things in Quidditch Through the Ages and Kurumi wasn't sure she wanted any of her friends getting that hurt. "I'm glad you are getting better," Kurumi smiled. "So, I guess that this means you won't be trying out for the house team?"

Braeden's eyebrows rose yet again as Ivory began to list all of the possible saplings the Whomping Willow could have scattered all over Hogwarts grounds, looking innocent and harmless but attacking innocent students passing by. Oh Merlin... that sounds like... like it could be another great book! Wow, when had Brae become a writer? Sure, he liked reading when he had free time, but... he had never been much of a writer. Grammar and sentence structures and all that sort of thing had always confused him. "Well, if your intention is to make me feel completely uneasy every time I pass by a tree from now on, then you can know it's working perfectly. I will never be the same again," said Braeden with mock dramatic trauma in his tones. Though he'd be lying if he said he wasn't at least a little worried of getting too close to trees from now on... "We're going to have to walk around carrying swords and shields from now on," he added. This evil-tree deal was turning into an all-out war against nature.

And then Ivory was saying she expected his guide to 101 ways to something-something (he had already forgotten what title he'd given her) sometime in the next two years. "Oh, I dunno about having it ready that soon..." muttered the boy, who had actually taken her seriously despite the wink that was supposed to clue him in on this being a joke. "Just trying to get an interview with the Whomping Willow will be time-consuming enough, and to be honest I don't feel very confident I have enough words in my vocabulary to write a whole book," he confessed, his right hand rubbing the back of his neck absentmindedly as he looked shame-faced down at the ground.

"All good now, then?" he asked, looking up again to find the girl standing on her own two feet, no longer needing the help of her attacker. "If you don't mind, I'd like to take this conversation away from the trees. They might be spying on us," he added, throwing the surrounding trees wary glances before turning back to the girl before him. They couldn't just stand there all afternoon, after all. And he felt safer away from trees.

Jared gave the girl a light nod before straightening up slightly, the action carrying his usual touch of natural grace.

"No," he agreed. "Professor Descoteaux," he added, before the girl could, like every student he had met so far, tell him she had not caught his name. "No classes right now, Evangeline?"

He assumed so, or she'd not have been outside, yes?

"Nice to meet you, Professor Descoteaux. What subject do you teach?" She'd hardly met many teachers yet, as this was only the start of the term, and her first ever year at Hogwarts.

"No sir, no classes." If there was, she would be there. Evangeline was the type to do as she felt, within reason, but she had no reason to skip classes, ever. Because she was so interested in all the classes so much, she wouldn't want to miss out. Even CoMC. It wasn't the class she had a problem with, just going too near the animals for her liking.

Fee turned aound to the sound of her best friend's voice. Oh my god.She had missed him so much.Even though it had been hours only."Reex",she smiled widely runnimng up to him to hug the guy.Burrying he face in his chest she sighed relived."I missed my best friend",she mumbled.It was his last year and with that hours without him were lost hours. Soooo...

"Yeah many memories",the blonde nodded,"good and bad."everything important has happened her.Even though she loved that place the Slytherin couldnt help but feel the knots in her stomach."Where to mister?",Fee chuckled.

" I missed you, too" Rex told Fee. Rex hugged Fee back." Not that many bad memories at least with me' Rex said to Fee." Well, how about going to the Courtyard?" Rex asked Fee.

When the foreigners were here during the Triwizard tournament a security guard would have been a nice asset but now it was just a bit like why is he here? The tournament had its sad history but nothing had happened at last year’s event. "I think he IS scary. If it’s an image thenn it is a very believable one." Sophie wasn’t planning on meeting the Ikenna man unless she had to for some reason.

Evan had a valid point that maybe Mr Ikenna had just felt a bit out of place and wanted to sit close to the man who was in charge of the school at the feast. He had after all also held a short but confusing speech after the headmaster shrugging Sophie said "Maybe, Professor Vindictus wasn’t very happy though." A chair was just a chair but the staff did have their designated seats so if someone were to upset that order people were generally upset.

The topic shifted to their first day as prefects and Sophie couldn’t help but giggle warmly at Evan’s comment. "I could have slept for a good 10 hours too if it hadn’t been for my kneazle who decided that I needed to be licked in the face early in the morning." Oliver the kneazle was not known for his great timing.

Sophie listened Evan mentioned his parent’s reaction to his prefect badge. They had been excited and proud not unlike her own parents. "My parents were shocked at first. Then proud and happy, my mum even shed a few tears of joy since she had hoped that I’d become a prefect."

Adam walked to the pathways.He was walking down memory lane.
Here he had met Fee by falling over on a measley branch. Talked to Katie , ruined Fee and Ed's first kiss, and finally made a promise to Kurumi that he was her's, and took her hand.

Without really knowing where he was Adam kept on walking his brisk pace. Man he walked fast, though he was a natural born slow walker.
"Ugh...Sorry."

Better get some playing in before classes start. Although Ari knew good and well she'd play whenever she darn well pleased, that was her excuse this morning for lugging her cello case down to the pathways, to one of her favorite spots to play.

Today she wore a calf-length black skirt that was part velvet, part silk--very flouncy. So, naturally, she wore her low-heel dress shoes with it, and her top was a shortsleeved silver-and-blue striped tee-shirt with the Ravenclaw emblem on the back. And, naturally, her dark sunglasses, preventing her eyes from being seen.

Starting from the birch tree where used to be a robin's nest, it was ten steps forward, ten degrees turn right, fifteen steps, ninety-eight degrees turn left, thirty steps, and five degrees turn left, six steps. A low, flat boulder that had become one of her favorite sitting places. In her left hand, she toted the cello case, but in her right hand she held her wand, aimed down, just in front of her feet. Brushing off the fallen leaves with her left hand, she sat, placing her wand next to her in the absence of pockets, and laid the cello case flat on her other side.

Popping open the locks, she removed the cello with both hands, carefully, standing it upright between her legs. Holding it in place with her left hand, she lifted the bow out of the case with her right, and, upon checking to make sure it was taught, she ran her chunk of rosin over the strings twice, then let it drop back into the case.

Placing her fingers carefully over the strings, she began to play. Softly, at first, but the deep sound steadily grew louder, travelling over the grounds to any ears keen to hear.

He wasn't sure how long they had danced for, or how many times he changed the song so they would have something new to dance to, but it didn't matter. Time was endless and irrelevant. All that mattered was her, them, the beat of the music and the step of their feet.

It was only when one of his feet decided to catch behind the other that things came rushing back as the ground came rushing up. A twist of his body had him making sure that Arya would fall on top of him rather than the other way around, and thankfully the grass was a soft bed to collapse onto. Laughter rolled from him uncontrollably. Definitely the most fun he had had in a long time.

Hugo spotted Adam, who seemed to have nostalgia too. "Hey, Adam," he said to him. "Why are you walking so fast?"

Adam took a look down and saw that indeed he was walking pretty fast.
"I don't know.I actually don't know why I am walking so fast.How are you today?"He asked Hugo."And hello."Adam added in a peppy voice.

OHMYGOSH!OHMYGOSH!OHMYGOSH!

Bonnie ran as fast as she could down the Pathways. Sebsters! She looked around pushed some fourth year out of the way and saw the dude that had tweeted her. While the fourth year cursed her she ran over. "Seb-" *gasp* "Sebas-" *wheeze* She held up her hand while she caught her breath. *gasp* *gasp* *gasp* "Okay whats up Sebsters, are you okay?"

He seemed fine. She examined him carefully and frowned - a tiny pout forming.

Kai held a wooden handle in each hand, and in unison raised them both in polite little circles, as a rope went over her head, and then under her feet as she jumped. Of course, she was skipping.

Over. JUMPANDUNDER. Over. JUMPANDUNDER.

Those were the simple instructions that went through her head, and she randomly mumbled every once in a while. Skipping wasn't easy, not when you didn't have much balance, and concentration to not get bored of one thing really quickly.

She'd left the castle, in hope to get some fresh air, and meet some new people: maybe even find a new tree to climb, actually.

Her singing along with Sabel soon ended as the boy continued to change the tune along with the pace they danced to. It didn't bother Arya though, who was simply enjoying dancing with him, and his singing.

Their dancing seemed to come to an abrupt halt when Sabel tripped over his own feet, and sent them both falling to the ground. Arya didn't have much time to react as he kept hold of her and twisted, causing her to fall on top of him with a small squeal that was immediately followed by laughter. For a long moment all she did, all she could do was lay there and laugh; she hadn't had this much fun with him in a long long time.

When the moment passed, and her laughter subsided to the occasional giggle, she lifted her head off his chest, her goofy grin hidden behind the locks of hair that covered her face and obscured her vision. Puffing out her cheeks, she let out gust of air, blowing a few strands of hair temporarily from her face before going into a fit of giggles and rolling off and beside Sabel. "That...was much more fun than counting."

FINALLY! Fresh air. Chandler couldn't live without it, he couldn't live with food either but he probably couldn't live without fresh air more. As much as he loved food that was how he saw it. He also saw some weird and strange object in Kaia's hand that he had NEVER seen in his life before and he wanted to know what it was, even if he had to ask...her. He buried his hands into his pants pockets and headed over to her. "KAI!" ...A. He would have said Kaia but she had this whole deal about replacing her REAL name with a nickname so he would just follow it...for now and then maybe say her real name at times when she would probably not notice. SMART. "What's zat in your 'ands?" Best to ask directly ey? SNORT.

Sebastian turned to see Bonnie running over to him, out of breath it seemed. Oh gosh, okay maybe he should't have said that. Okay, so now to get her to forgive him, he had an idea, a very cheesy idea that is.

The Gryffindor stepped forward and gave Bonnie a hug. "I missed you, Bonnie. My heart was absolutely broken because I haven't see you in the longest of times." He stated, a little bit sarcastic in his voice just so she knew he was being cheesy...but he kind of meant it. He did miss her.

He pulled back from the hug and gave Bonnie a mere smile. "Sorry." He said.

OVER. JUMPANDUNDER. OVERJUMPANDUNDERRRRRR-WOOOOOOAH.

She'd almost got tangled then, missed the rope by about a centimetre, thank Merlin. She switched the handles over, behind her, and resumed skipping away from the castle, humming along to the instructions in her head, peacefully.

--WHAT?!

The rope tangled around her right ankle, as she carried on with the 'over' instruction, and then pulled her ankle away from her: before landing flat on her face. "WHAT?! Ugh." She growled a little, grabbing at her ankle, and untying the twisted rope, before finally looking up at the perpetrator. Superman!

"I thought Superman was supposed to save people, not make them fall flat on their faces?" The brunette mused, almost bitterly. "And it's a skipping rope. You skip with it."

Elliott was wandering down the pathways that led to this way and that way. Actually, he really wasn't sure which one led where, though the fifth-year was in no rush, so he didn't mind much at all. The wind grazed his face as he followed along the trail he was presently walking on. Hmmm...... hopefully this one would not bring him to that gigantic Whomping Willow tree because he was in no mood to watch that thing swat away at everything that crossed its path.

Cassie was out and about AGAIN. This time dressed in cargo shorts and a nice top and converses. Yes, casual because she was feeling like it and because she really had nothing planned and wasn't really planning on seeing anyone either. She just wanted a quiet walk thats it.

But then Cassie spotted someone verrrrry familiar as she made her way up the path. The closer she get, the more she cursed herself for not putting much effort into getting dressed or putting on make up. Then again she didnt need make up to be pretty either.

She ruffled her hair and stopped in front of him.

"Hi Elliott."

Elliott's eyes were down, looking at his feet as they ambled along the pathway. He kicked a stone here or there. He looked up just in time to see himself almost run straight into Cassie Storm. None other that the girl herself. She looked pretty casual, which he wasn't used to, although she still looked just as pretty.

"Hi, Cassie," he greeted, his feet now planted on the ground. "So, where are you off to?"

Cassie flipped her hair over her shoulder and crossed her arms. Pfft what a lame way to greet. She was used to a nice hug or so, but she supposed he figured since they were at school he wasn't going to be all huggy or what not. Laaame. She wanted a hug.

"That's a very boring way to greet me El. I was hoping for a hug at least." She pouted for a little as she looked at him. Granted, he was going to hug her before they moved on from here anyways.

"Oh nowhere in particular. I just felt like going for a walk. Not swimming today?"

Well, Cassie looked annoyed. Did he do something wrong? He found out his mistake soon enough, and it all had to do with the greeting. Apparently it wasn't enthusiastic enough. "Oh, sorry." He leaned forward and gave her a hug, then pulled back with a smile. "Better?"

He nodded. "Yeah, I wasn't going to any particular place either. There are too many places to choose from." And it was true, wasn't it? "No swimming today. Although I had a nice run this morning." If that counted for anything. He sidestepped over to a nearby bench. "Take a seat."

Cassie grinned and returned his hug, then smirked at him as he pulled away. Right, all was well with the world again. She got her hug and got a bonus smile. Pfft El knew she found him hot and he was doing well by playing along, her hug and even a smile.

"Yeah this place is pretty big. I think tomorrow we should go to the playing field and jog together if you want. Then we can go swimming after. Might as well make use of all the time we have left before classes actually start." She followed him over to the bench and sat down.
"So besides, running what have you been doing with your time here?"

It took a few minutes for him to calm himself down enough so that he could even think about breathing. Arya's continued laughter didn't help much, only serving to fuel his own. Finally, when they were both lying in the grass, he managed to quell it, sucking in deep breaths of air to rejuvenate his lungs. After a lazy moment, he rolled his head to the side to grin at Arya. "It was, wasn't it? We should dance more often." Perhaps with real music the next time.