That bit does sound fun Amy nodded, grinning, I could imagine you in a straight jacket she teased, poking Sammy lightly on the arm. Throw moggy at me? Amy asked doubtfully, doesn't moggy have really really really sharp claws? That would hurt and mean I'd never talk to you again? She asked innocently

Sammy smiled goofily before replying "I think it would suit you better" she said with a nice big grin. YUP. Sammy's eyes went wide as she listened, she didn't want Amy to never talk to her again ... and Moggy would never talk to her again if she was thrown at someone. She furrowed her brow and thought. "scratch that, I'd throw Hayden at you" she said before poking her tongue out like the mature 14 year old she was. Hayden her pygmy puff would hate her but she could feed it biscuits and it would love her again. MWHAHAHAHA

No Amy nodded semi-seriously, well as seriously as a purple dinosaur could, it would suit you much better, yep, it would, because only Sammy was as mental as anything, Amy tilted her head to the side, whose Hayden...? She asked, confused

The pygmy puff? OOOOOOH. Scared.

"That's it. We need to find a straight jacket to determine this" Sammy said, she had needed a new mission anyway. But she already knew that Amy would look better in a straight jacket than she because Amy was crazy. "my pygmy puff" she mumbled defeated-ly, it sounded a lot less scary when you said it was a pygmy puff. THINK SAMMY THIIIIINNNNKKKKK. She picked up the book that had been thrown on the floor by Amy earlier and said "I will hit you with this book" she said before noticing what book it was "Why were you reading Narnia?" she asked looking confused "Not that I don't love a good ole Narnian tale but you only read Narnia when you need cheering up" she said before giving Amy a suspicious look. Sammy could throw Moggy at whoever had made her buddeh upset. THEY WOULD PAY.

We do Amy nodded steely, it was a challenge, one she would suceed in. Where's the nearest costume shop? She asked looking around the common room as if a shop would magically appear from thin air.

....

WOAH. NO. ASSSSSLLLLLAAAANNNNNN. She tensed and jumped up, noooo leave Aslan alooonnne she whined, what, you like Doctor Who, I like Aslan she said defensivley, chewing her lip, I was bored and its like the best book in the world, duh Amy said like it was the most o b v i o u s thing in the world. Frankly, it was, it gave everyone hope that you would find a world in the back of your wardrobe...and of course Amy hadn't checked her own wardrobe, its been so boring without you, and Simon's moody with me again.

Though she was sure the slap hadn't helped her cause

Sammy scratched her chin in a very awesome way before saying "Well I know there isn't one in Hogsmede, unless for some reason they have a straight jacket in Zonko's" she said, because it was a joke shop and it was as close as they were getting to costume shop at the moment.

Sammy kept her suspicious face on till Amy admitted that someone had made her upset. Simon? She remembered someone vaguely called Simon that had upset Amy in what? their second year? She sat for a moment trying to think of what to say BEFORE "Am I allowed to throw Moggy at him?" she asked innocently. Well the cat must have some purpose and if it wasn't being thrown at people then what was it?

I guess, she pondered for a few seconds HEY she squealed, we should market that at them, they would get sooooo much business from that she nodded importantly, Amy Samson, entrepenuer. Oooh, that did sound good. Amy was dazing away in her dream of walking up to Lord Sugar and going "alright Lordy, fancy a pint" when Sammy burst through her bubble of nonsence.

Throw a cat...noooo, but at Simon?..yeah Amy nodded, grinning, yeah, throw moggy at him, but not whilst he's on a broom, oooh, another reason to throw cats at him aaannd you'll never guess what he's done, well what people say he's done, they say he lost us 50 points! Now Amy had never really cared about points, but at that moment in time, she had a nice number of 26, and that was good. Yes. Yes it was, she was actually getting involved in the points thing this year rather than doing nothing like her last year

"yeeeeaaaaahhhhh" Sammy said dazily nodding her head. Not really catching what she was saying. "and then we could buy tons of pasta" she said dreamily with a goofy smile. Yup, she's crazy.

YES! SHE FINALLY GO TO THROW A CAT AT SOMEONE. Dreams really do come true. WAIT. WHAT!? "LET ME AT HIM" she said standing up in a bit of a rage, Hufflepuff hardly ever won so losing points was a SERIOUS offence

There it was! Treyen folded his arms across his chest, and simply eyed Simon, which is why he could tell that the boy was trying to get rid of the stick somehow. "That was for Vindictus, wasn't it?" because to Vindictus, one way of disrespecting him was to call him old, and what other way to insinuate it than by giving him a walking stick. Vindictus...with a cane...the man was clearly not there yet, because the mental image didn't work for Treyen's mind.

"No, you're not. I'm ACTUALLY surprised that you lost us 50 points!" he exclaimed, the frowning was completely intentional, by the way, and Treyen was NOT moving, he was just standing there, eyes no longer flickering between the stick and Simon, because they were only the boy.

And he better take the walking stick away unless he wanted to be hit by it.

"What the hell were you thinking?!" because, 50 points...was a great deal of points, okay?

Simon looked at Treyen and smiled. "So what if it was for Professor Vindictus." Simon made sure he pointed out that Treyen hadn't said the Professor bit. "He didn't want it so now I thought you might want it." Simon said, surely someone wanted a walking stick.

Simon smirked at Treyen. "Why are you suprised I lost 50 points, it's not as if you care about anything I do." Simon snapped. "We used to be good friends but then you had to become a Prefect and change." Simon was trying to keep calm. "And not for the better either." Simon didn't really want to see Treyen at the minute, he was mean and surely he wanted to spend time with his girlfriend.

"What was I thinking?" Simon sighed. "I was thinking Professor Vindictus could do with a present." Simon was speaking truthfully here. "Can I go now Lockhart I'm sure you'll be wanting to go back too your girlfriend." Yes he was using Treyen's surname and he didn't care.

His eyes widened. Seriously? Like, didn't Simon know the consequences of his acts at all?! This wasn't just for HIS points loss, it was also for the 6 points they both lost together. But, right now, he was only focusing on the 50 ones.

Treyen caught the thing he missed. Because he'd failed to say 'Professor', yet Simon didn't. At least he was on his way to treating the man with respect, "Because he thought you were calling him old...and apparently, he has issues with that," most importantly, "What actually made you think a walking stick would be a good gift for him?" Treyen probably gave him the most awesome gift of the day, and he was only asking for an autograph...but to Vindictus that was rather neat, yeah?

WHAT?!

Okay, he was DEFINITELY frowning right now. "I'm supposed to care for all Hufflepuffs, you know, Prefect or not," and, the badge wasn't even on his robes, anyway, "I take it we're not even friends, by the sound of your words," he said, shaking his head. This was unbelievable, really, they haven't even talked that much and it was December already, "I haven't changed, it's the same me," but with a lot more responsibilities. One that included making sure there was not a Hufflepuff losing points on purpose, or to gain his attention.

He was about to make a comment on the gift part, but then he heard his last name, and his eyes widened in shock. Lockhart. The way it sounded was rather hurtful too, "I told you I don't have a girlfriend," he said, through gritted teeth. "Where is that coming from, anyway?"

"Well it's not my fault that Professor Vindictus thinks that is it." Simon sighed. "And for your information I only lost 25 points for the stick I lost another 25 points for refusing to leave when order even though he didn't order me too he just adviced me too." Simon said.

"I don't know what to think." Simon said truthfully. "I want to be your friend but well.." Simon didn't continue he changed to something else. "I used to idolise you I used to look up to you because I thought you were cool and everything." Simon sighed as he looked at Treyen. "Lockhart your not the same person I thought I knew, The Treyen I knew wouldn't have.." Simon stopped.

Listening to what Treyen said next. "Oh no I saw the way you looked at that Slytherin Girl and how you really wanted to go out with here, and since you help her get one over on me I'm sure that she would have asked you out on a date." Simon snapped.

Okay, so, wait. He only lost 25 for that. That was still a great amount of points to lose just based on a walking stick. Maybe Vindictus was a little harsh on that...but the one on leaving. He'd clearly failed to listen to the Professor. But, guess what? Treyen was suddenly losing interest in the 50 points mark. "Just...don't do it again," it was really difficult to walk by those hourglasses every day (or the last one) and know about the 50 points.

Granted, Treyen hadn't been expecting that. The idolize part. And he was starting to feel bad about yelling at Simon for losing the points. Though, he kind of deserved that, too. "You're clearly not thinking, or you wouldn't have lost all those points." Yeah, that was uncalled for, but it had to be said. "Actually, I don't know what to say," he said, unfolding his arms, and looking away, "I wouldn't have...what?" he asked, looking back at Simon.

"WHAT?!" dude, Destiny wasn't even the girl he liked! "So, it's that what this is all about?" he finally said, and took a seat in the nearest armchair...rather, fell on one. "Look, Simon, you were calling her a trol! And that wasn't very nice, she's a genius, by the way, she was already doing non-verbals by last year, and being perfectly good at them," so, in reality, he'd been saving Simon from an unheard death. Right?

"I don't even like like her, you know," he said, shaking his head.

Simon looked at Treyen and forgetting all about the points for now decided to speak. "You wouldn't have told me off for things without getting the whole facts." Simon was speaking truthfully then, hopefully once this was off his chest he would feel better.

"Yeah this is what this is about." Simon sighed. "Yeah I called her a troll after she called me a freak and I look like I just got back from taking a swim in a toilet and then you come and ask if I'm annoying her when she stole my letter." Simon sighed as he too sat down. "The Treyen I knew would have at least ask me why I was upset but no you took one look at the Slytherin genius and decided it was all my fault." Simon said before adding. "Okay I shouldn't have called her a Trol."

The facts...about what? Because he knew what had happened with the points. But, oh, right, he was talking about their former argument, the one that had cost him 3 points EACH. Unbelievable.

Treyen tilted his head to one side as he considered what Simon had said. The boy didn't lie, but he'd been acting out lately. AND...calling certain Professors old. Okay, only one Professor, but still. If Kazimeriz was still around, then Simon would've been expelled by now, according to what the Daily Prophet had to say about the ancient man.

Okay. Hold on.

He shook his head for a moment, "That doesn't sound like the Destiny I know, she doesn't even touch other people's stuff," SOOOO true, because back at the lake, he'd been the one to help her get the lice on her bag, and she wasn't even touching her bag after that. Clearly, in Treyen's mind, Simon's story was flawed. "I'm not calling you a liar...," he started to say, "...but it's hard to believe she took your letter," geniuses don't do that. Actually, geniuses don't even care about what happens to other people, right?

"Let's say for a moment that she actually took your letter...you could've taken it back without being rude to her or anything," he said, shrugging, "Sorry, Simon, she's always been nice enough to me," Marie had been nice as well, and even Evelyn, never mind how scary the latter one was.

"I'm actually more sorry that it took us this long to discuss this," because things had gotten out of hands, apparently.

"Treyen why would I lie too you about her taking my letter." Simon sighed. "Do you know what if I had some veritaserum I'd allow you too use it on me so you can see I am telling the truth or better yet if you have a Pensieve I'd show you." Simon snaped, he didn't care what Treyen said he was sure Treyen had a crush on the Slytherin Girl.

Simon didn't know if Treyen knew why he was acting out, well he didn't want to tell Treyen the old Treyen would know when something was bothing him and would have found out by now what it was, the points loss where all about him trying to get the old Treyen back the one that he could talk too.

"You know what, I am too." Simon sighed, the old Treyen would have come straight away to find out what was wrong and Treyen said he hadn't changed, well Simon didn't agree with him, he had changed.

Uhhh, right? Ah well, it was Sammy, god knows what goes on in her head, her lovely, bubbly, blonde head, but still....yeah, pasta Amy nodded doubtfully. Sammy. Bonkers.

He's uhhh, she looked around, well, he's there buhhhh stop wait Amy said holding down Sammy in case she jumped up and summoned the cat, cuz Simon, uh, was getting to all intents and purposes, getting ripped to pieces by the prefect...

She wasn't going to say anything though, she was miffed

Violet gasped when Harper told her that she indeed have chocolate on her face, well her nose but still. Then she couldn't help but laugh when Harper told her that it was a nice look for her. Violet then jokingly struck a pose and said in a cute way,"Do you think so?" She couldn't keep the face on for long because almost immediately she was laughing at herself. Violet smiled again lightly taking the tissue from Harper saying lightly,"Thank you Harperrr!" She took the tissue and gave it a few scrubs on her nose for a few moments until she looked back at Harper and asked,"Am I good? Am I chocolate free Harper?" Violet smiled again.

Truth be told, he had no way of answering that question. "No need for veritaserum or a pensieve," he said, shaking his head, "Are you sure you didn't, like, dropped the letter and then she took it?" even that would be weird, because she didn't touch other people's belongings, right?

But, what was that supposed to mean, the 'I am too' part. "Can't we just forget this whole thing? It seems we're getting nowhere...," except that Simon was telling him how he felt, and he was still failing to notice it, "...You have your letter, Destiny is away, everything's fine now," he kept on talking, straightening a bit on his chair.

Simon looked at Treyen he was sad couldn't he see he was trying to save their friendship and he was sat there acting as if everything was his fault. "I am sure she just took my letter." Simon sighed and he was hoping she hadn't read it because it was such a bad letter and he would have normally asked Treyen for advice but for some reason this new Treyen didn't seem to care about anyone.

Simon glaced at Treyen. "I don't think I can forget the whole thing." He sighed as he shook his head. "You've changed too much and I doubt I could pretend to be your friend Treyen when I'll be wanting the old Treyen back." Simon looked at Treyen. "The one that knows when there was something wrong and would have stopped me from doing anything stupid."

"You know we could probably get some pizza too" Sammy said in the same dreamy tone, knowing her friend's weakness. It would be a feast of all things awesome she thought It would rain pygmy puffs as well. And the grass would be made of cotten candy

LKSJGLKJDLAKLKADALKSLJ. Why was Amy holding her down? She had just give her permission to throw a cat at someone and now she wasn't allowed to even get up. She looked in the direction Amy was looking and glared. If she couldn't get up, she would glare. GGGGLLLLLLAAAAAARRRRREEEEEE

Was she here? Was she here? Would the girl be here?!

Kita stumbled through the portrait hole and landed... on the floor... like an idiot. Grr. You'd have thought that after six years at Hogwarts, the girl would be able to walk through the portrait hole without stumbling or falling or anything like that.

But nooo!

Groaning, the brunette scrambled to her feet and looked around wildly. "Where are you?" she whispered to herself as she started jogging down the middle of the common room, looking this way and that for the girl.

Reaching the other side of the common room, she turned around and frowned. There were two options for this sixteen year old: either knock on all the dorm rooms in the girls dorm or sit down and wait.

Being a wimp, Kita sighed and plopped down on the nearest armchair. If Anabelle was going to come, she would come. Simple as that.

Annabelle was busy doing her homework and she decided to go down to the common room to get a break. She walked down the stairs and plopped onto the couch. She saw Kita and was startled. "Oh hey Kita!" she said and smiled. "Did you check the notice board yet?" she asked with excitement.

Well, then, he'll have to believe Simon, no? Or go ask Destiny. Their Common Rooms weren't that far away, except he didn't know exactly WHERE the Slytherin one was. And he wasn't going to go around asking for it, either.

Treyen only nodded, and didn't comment on the letter topic anymore.

But wait, what was this whole thing meaning? Okay, the fifth year could understand why he couldn't forget the 'Destiny and letter' scene, but he didn't understand the 'change' bit, because Arya would've mentioned it for sure.

"I haven't changed, Simon," he said, shaking his head, "I really don't think I have," the only things that have changed were his priorities and responsibilities...

..oh, wait.

"Wait, is there something wrong?"

Simon looked at Treyen shaking his head he didn't know what too say, now he was asking if there was something wrong but it was only because he had said something. "Treyen you don't really want too know, your just asking because I've told you the old Treyen would have asked me without needing to be told something was wrong." Simon sighed.

Looking at Treyen he decided to just come out with the problem even though he knew Treyen didn't really want too know. "I'm scared, next year I'll be in my OWL year and I don't think I'll be able to succeed." Simon sighed. "And then there's the fact there was a fire at home during the Summer Holiday, that's what the letter was about." Simon sighed, he hated being a Prince but he couldn't help the fact that he was, though he wasn't telling Treyen his Uncle had died in the fire.