"Exactly so!" He confirmed that she was indeed increasing her blood circulation, then resumed to his own. He ran towards the stairs and nearly fell from the seventh floor to the first as the staircase quickly moved. He stopped a while to wait for the staircase, during which he ran in place, then when he could he descended the stairs onto the sixth floor. "One lap here then we go lower." He said and continued running, but not flailing this time, flail-run was a special type of running only to be used at certain times. "Have you even seen Lord Borr around?"

Kurumi continued to kick her legs out to the side and wiggle her wrists as she half jogged half skipped her way down the corridor. Eino certainly looked as though he was enjoying himself and Kurumi had to admit she was too. This certainly was a new way of seeing the castle...but she was pretty sure the way the portraits were wrinkle their noses at them as they ran by that not everyone was enjoying Lord Borr's fitness assignment.

After descending the stairs, and having a mild panic attack as her heel caught on the final step, Kurumi regained her balance and continued running along side Eino. "No," she said a little gloomily. "He wasn't at the opening feast either. None of the Ministry professors were actually." And they were not holding office hours either.

"How curious." Said Eino through his heavy breathing, he was already beginning to grow a little tired and they had just began. But at least they were holding classes, even though, from what he heard at least, they weren't very good. "I do suppose they don't like here, as the other professors do." It only made sense because their primary job was in the ministry so they had to be closer to its location. He jogged past some portraits, a few curious students, dodged an open door, accidentally stepped on a chocolate frog (making a mess), but continued jogging through the corridor. "By the way, did you bring a jar? I forgot mine, it seems." He asked as he continued running, no stopping!

Kurumi heard a loud squishing noise and looked down to see that Eino was now leaving a trail of goo behind as they continued to jog. Chocolate frogs...why did it always have to be chocolate frogs?

She had flash backs to last year's Charms lesson and instantly felt a little sick.

"A...jar?" Kurumi asked slowing down a bit thinking that Eino would do the same. Nope, never mind. She scampered a bit to catch up and almost caught her foot on a rug. Losing her balance for a moment, Kurumi caught herself on one of the portaits who did NOT look happy about her touching the canvas.

"Get your filthy hands off the the work of art!" snapped an older looking wizard with a very long and fluffy black mustache. "I don't want children fingerprints all over me...ESPECIALLY sweaty children fingerprints."

"S-S-Sorry," Kurumi squeaked bowing to the man in the painting before turning on her heels and taking off down the corridor after Eino. "What do you need a jar for?" Was he going to collect his sweat and use it in a potion or something?

"Yes." Eino confirmed as they continued running, but was interrupted by the portrait before he could explain himself. "We need it to collect our sweat as proof that we jogged." He was now beginning to pant and had to pause between each word to take a deep breath. "How else will Lord Borr know otherwise?" Of course, this meant, Eino supposed, that a lot of people would cheat. Sweat was really the only evidence they could gather of their jogging, unless they could turn in their sweaty jogging clothes as proof, it was absorbing most of the sweat after all. Or maybe they should jog by Lord Borr's office to let him know that they were completing their assigned tasks. The problem was he probably wasn't at the school at all, so he wouldn't even see them. Maybe he would forget. Blood circulation time! Eino then began to flutter his arms around as they continued jogging.

They needed the jars for WHHHHHHHHHHHHHAAAAAAAAAAAAAT?!

This time, Kurumi's jar DID dropped and she stopped jogging. Was he really serious? Just how were they going to collect their sweat? Hang upside down over a jar for several hours as they waited for each drop to drip off their noses? Or perhaps Eino had envisioned them using towels and then squeezing them to get all the sweat from the towels. They would lose some sweat in the process though...surely there was a more efficien--- Was she honestly thinking about ways to accomplish the task?

o_____O

Clearly, she was spending too much time with Eino.

"Um...well...I suppose you could always try and transfigure something into a jar," she mused looking to her right only to see that Eino was clear at the other end of the corridor now...and flailing about like a fish in a frying pan again.

Squeaking, Kurumi took off at a sprint, flailing her arms as well, as she tried to catch up with him.

"I suppose we could." Eino said as he scratched his head trying to think of a container transfiguration spell. Clearly Kurumi hadn't thought about this thoroughly, or maybe she didn't sweat. They had been running for a while now and Eino was beginning to sweat, had they already ran the eight kilometers? How were they even keeping track of it anyway. He wiped his forehead with his tshirt and continued jogging beside Kurumi. "We should take a break..." He finally suggested. They could either continue to do other tasks from the list or maybe take a water break and then go jog outside.

Someone was yelling her name somewhere behind her.

O_o ...

WHY was someone yelling her name?!

Looking around, the Head Girl frowned slightly. She almost did a full circle before she found the source of the yelling. Raising an eyebrow, she studied him. "Yes? Can I help -- " Eyeing the boy with a slightly confused face, Iris tried not to laugh. "Of course I'm Iris... And you're Chandler." Not that she'd ever spoken to the boy before. But she'd seen him around school a lot. In classes and such.

...

Iris blinked. Once. Twice. Then she raised her eyebrows, obviously amused by the Hufflepuff. "Your observation skills are second to none."

Hehehehehehe. Silleh Badger!

"Anyway..." Moving SWIFTLY on. "Why were you yelling me? ... Was it something important?" Y'know... before you lose your train of thought again and start loudly identifying the tapestries and carpets...

:O She frooooooowned. Was he that ugly to look at? Chandler beamed at Iris nevertheless. "You can't exactly 'elp me when I'm completely fine buuuutttt I just wanted to zay 'i to you zo..'ere I am. With chocolate in my pocket." Aka probably melted chocolate in his pocket. "Zere's nothing to be confused about." But he wanted to skip randomly around her and so he did. THAT would confuse her. Hehehehehe.

"And youuuuuuurrrr Iris..AGAAAAIIIINNN!!!!" Yes, she was now Iris again. SNORT. ..:O IRISSTOPBLIIIIIINKING. "You should reaaaaallly stop blinking, it decreases ze chemicals in your tears zo it stings more when you cry." Chandler just said that so she could stop blinking, it was quite weird. "Do you liiiiikeeee my observation shkills?" She diiiiid! He knew she did.

The younger boy scrunched up his nose in thought. "Hmmm...I yelled at you because it WAS something important. YES!" Saying hello WAS important. VERY.

"OOOOOH AND IRIS! YOU SHOULD REALLY SKIP AROUND 'ERE! It's a good skipping placeee!"

Iris just looked at the boy, blankly. "I'm NOT blinking that much, you crazy 'Puff!"

He was MENTAL.

Like... almost as crazy as Jimbo mental.

"... Have you eaten something from the Herbology Greenhouses that you shouldn't have?" She asked, seriously. Unless he was NATURALLY this ... weird. Jimbo was, afterall. Oh god. TWO Jimbo-like people in the school... That's a terribly brilliant thought. Iris made a quick, mental note to make sure that Chandler Montegue and Jimbo Farley NEVER communicated outside of class. For the safety and sanity of ALL.

...

...

And now he's skipping.

Brilliant.

"PSSSH. How old do you think I am? 12??? I will not skip." And with that, the Head Girl sat down on the floor. Right in the middle of where he was skipping.

HA.

Try skipping NOW, Badger Boy.

Chandler rolled his eyes. "Zat's a lie, Miss Beamount." Nod, he had proof, well...did. He couldn't exactly go back in time to 10 seconds ago to show Iris that she was blinking too much.

GREENHOUSE? Pfftt, Chandler never went there. Ever. Herbology was BORING. And..greeny. SNORT. "Chocolate doesn't come from plants zo no." Chocolate did actually but he didn't know that. He was stoooooopiiiiddd. "But you should try some! It's NICEEEEEE!!"

Skip. Skip. Skip. Skip.

Chandler Montague NEVER skipped, ever. Not when he was hyper before now. But the boy did the unthinkable and..skipped. In front of IRIS. D: Well..behind and sidewards of Iris. He stopped and frowned at her, pouting, "I'm not 12 for your information! I'm 15 and I'm-- was skipping!"

O______O She did NAWWWWTT sit down right in the middle of where he was skipping. He looked at her and then in front of him.

He then just..fell onto the floor. Like a cartoon character who..fell a lot. But this actually hurt. "Ow...."

Isobel was on her way fast-walking through the corridors, because she didn't want to get in trouble for running. Then she saw the Head girl sitting on the floor. And she was a Slytherin! With a devious smile Isobel ran over to her and hugged her. Then, she started fast-walking away.

Iris stared at Chandler. Did he just? ... What the heck?! "Did you just call me 'Miss Beaumont'?" the Head Girl asked, frowning. She didn't like that. She wasn't a professor. "Don't. I don't like it."

And according to this one, chocolate doesn't grow on trees. Well. "Actually, it does." ] She eyed the boy for a moment. "Are you SURE you've not eaten something dodgy?" 12, 15... Same difference to a Seventh year. "Does that really matter? You're acting like a twelve year old." Smiiiiirk.

As she sat down on the floor, She looked up at the French boy. They had a lot of similarities. Both were French...ish. Both were blonde. Both were very cool. Okay. Maybe that one was pushing it a little. Then she was being hugged. By some one she didn't know or recognise. WHAT IN THE NAME OF MERLIN?!?! "What was that for?!" She asked, but the kid was already running away from them. "Oi!" ... Eugh. Nevermind.

...

Chandler was lay on the floor. "Um... How'dyou manage that??" she asked, pursing her lips together and trying not to laugh. She stood up, flattening down her skirt. Then she poked the boys arm and offered him her hand. "Get up, Montague; you dopey git."

Montague. Montague. MONTY! Oh my goodness.

Iris's northern accent made it sound like they had the same nickname.

....What was so bad about calling her Miss Beamount? That was her name wasn't it if he wasn't mistaken. Well her name was IRIS Beamount but same thing. Shrug. "Yeah, I believe I did... Why don't you like it? It's..all formal and stuff and it makes you feel superior. Well it does to me." Chandler beamed, if he always got called Mr Montague then he'd be very happy. Mr Montague sounded COOL and way better than Chandler or Chandler Montague. SNORT.

Blinkie blink. CHOCOLATE GREW ON PLANTS?! NO WAY! "OMG! I didn't know zat! Can I get a chocolate tree and make it grow chocolate? Does it grow bars of chocolate?" Yep, this boy had loads of questions. He was dumb, he just wanted to know. xD "PFFTTT, pleeeassee Iris I 'aven't ate anything dodgey, I know what to eat." Chocolate chocolate and more chocolate. Chandler GLARED at Iris, okay it wasn't much of a glare but it was a kiiiindaaaa glare. "I am NOT!"

.... "Iris, don't stare at me. It's rather uncomfortable and my ugliness doesn't like it." SNOOOORTT. "'AI SOME RANDOM GIRL WHO 'UGGED IRIS BUT ZEN LEFT ZO...BYE!" He wasn't just going to stand there and not say anything was he?

Or lay there.

How DID he managed that? Well it was rather obvious. Eye roll. "I fell. Zat's 'ow I managed to get onto ze ground. Simples." And he would squeak but he didn't WANT to right now. Iris didn't deserve one. OWIE! NO POKEY ZE FRENCH! "I'm not a dopey git and my surname iz MONTAGUE!" Not..whatever she said.

"Exactly. It's all formal and stuff. I'm not a professor... yet. So, yeah. Iris... and just Iris." Iris folded her arms and looked at the boy. Not that she had any intentions of going into teaching. No, she was perfectly happy with her plans to take over the Leaky Cauldron one day. Either way, she'd have to work with school kids at some point in the year... hehe.

Iris stared at Chandler. "... You didn't know that?" She blinked. Wow. No wonder he's a Hufflepuff. "Um... Well, no. Not exactly." How did this boy manage to survive on a day-to-day basis?!?! Oh lord... "Cocoa beans grow on the trees... and they're picked and turned into chocolate." Yup. Maybe Hogwarts should expand its curriculum. Who knows what other new wonders Chandler might learn. The Earth SPINS?! Yes, Chandler. There is a ROOF over the Great Hall?! Yes, Chandler.

"I'll stare at you for as long as I want to." Hmpf. ... His ugliness? "You're not ugly. Drama queen." Honestly... Why were the Badgers so weird???

"OI! I KNOW THERE WAS. SHUT UP, NOISY." Iris looked down at the boy, still not bothering to help him.

Oh. Le sigh. "Well I figured as much. How did you fall?? There's nothing here to trip over!" The Head Girl glanced out of the window. It was getting pretty dark... it was probably nearly curfew. Lololol. Like Iris had to worry about that these days. She turned back to the French Boy, frowning. Her accent wasn't THAT Northern, was it? "That's what I said!" Iris exclaimed, loudly. How dare he suggest that she didn't say French names proplerly! RIGHT, Time to get the Native accent out! "Or would you rah'zer I spoke like you? Like a "proper" Frenchman? 'Ow iz zat, Montague??" Smirk.

Alfie knew she was supposed to be getting somewhere. She'd been in the library for hours, and had just looked up to find that it had gotten dark. What had they said about curfew? She couldn't remember what time she was supposed to be in the Common Room and the last thing she needed was detention during her first week at this new school. Blue eyes a little wide and long blonde hair slightly frazzled, she darted down up the stairs to the sixth floor, trying desperately to remember where the Ravenclaw Common Room was. Afterall, she'd only been here for so long! Being a new student sucked...Why did this place have to be so big?!

It was then that Alfie saw two people in the middle of the corridor, a boy laying on the floor and a girl standing next to him, apparently having a conversation. As she got closer, she realized that they were speaking with some sort of accent. "Sorry to interrupt," she muttered as she went over to speak to them, blonde eyebrows furrowed slightly. "Do you have any idea where the Raven..." she glanced down at the schedule in her hands, trying to remember the name of this new house. "...claw. Ravenclaw Common Room is?" Her blue eyes returned to the people before her, focusing in on the girl before her before flashing to the boy laying on the floor.

:O :O :O :O LE GASP! "YOU WANT TO BE A PREEEEFESSOOOOOR?! ZAT'S AWESOME! I WANT TO CALL YOU PROFESSOR BEAAAAAMOOOUNNNNTT, NOT MISS BEAMOUNT!" It sounded COOOOOOOOLLLL. *____* Like Officer Chandler Montague did. HEHHH. "But zure, Iris iz fine with me." BEAM.

"No, I didn't. I'm dumb you zee." Cue frown and looking at the ground miserably. It was a good thing that Chandler had learnt something new today, though he'll probably forget it sooner or later. FROWN. "Do people who get it off of ze plants put it in refrigerators and let it turn like zat?" He really WAS dumb and he was NOT proud at all. >___< "I'm zo confused..." He trailed off wondering about the chocolate growing on plants. OH! Iris had TOLD him while he was wondering, well..so he had heard a little anyway. "But..'ow do we get our chocolate zen?" STUPID. -____-

"...Your face might crack zough. Like what mirrors do when I look zrough zem." Honestly, Iris didn't GET him. "I'm UGLY. I know I am. I'm a mess, I need zose muggle zings to make me look nice looking zo people don't get 'orrified everytime zey look at my face."

"I WAS ONLY POINTING OUT!" Chandler huffed and pouted at her. HMPF.

"I fell by falling over. Zat's 'ow." How else do people fall? "Zere iz, you." Or maybe he just fell for the sake of it. Chandler couldn't remember at all. ...SHE WAS SUCH A LIAR! "You did NOT! You zaid..Montieeeeeeee or something." Whatever that was. SNORT. Chandler stared at her, amused and he laughed. "Ermm..maybe. It iz kinda funny when you speak like zat zo I may just keep laughing. Oh and it's EXCELLENT by ze way." He replied grinning up at her.


BLINK. WHO WAS THIS GIIIIIRRRLLL?! Chandler had NEVER seen her before and she did NOT look like a firstie. Too...something, whatever it was but she just didn't look like one. She acted like one though. Sadly. AND NOW SHE WAS STARING, AT HIM. '___________________'

"Errr...Ravenclaw Common Room did you zay?" He had NEVER been there and he had never been bothered to explore the Seventh floor, well..apart from the RoR of course. "Iris? Do you know? You ARE ze 'Ead Girl after all." Which meant she had to know everything. That's what he thought anyway.

Iris shook her head. "What!? No! I don't want to be a teacher!! NUUUUUUU. I want to own the Leaky Cauldron one day." She said, proudly. Her brother said it was a silly aspiration... but what was he doing? Flying off to some country to take photos of birds. Okay, granted... those birds were actually dragons. But still! He wasn't going to get any free drinks when she owned the pub! Ha! The Head Girl cocked her eyebrow at Chandler. "Please don't call me Professor Beaumont. Ha!" It sounded ridiculous, really... Well... kind of.

She smiled at him, in a reassuring manner. Kind of like how your mum used to when you got all worked up about something silly when you were little. "Eeey, you're not dumb. I've seen you in classes. You can be quite smart when you try." She rested her hand on his shoulder. "But being honest... I don't know. I don't know how they make chocolate. I just know it comes from cocoa beans originally."

... Blinking at the boy, Iris simply shook her head. She couldn't tell if he was honestly this concerned about himself; if he was just mental; or if he was looking for pity... so she just ignored his comments. The blonde didn't know what these Muggle things were, anyway.

"Obviously." She muttered, not bothering to press on the subject anymore. There was nothing to fall over! So he just, what, fell over thin air? Silly Hufflefuff! "HMMF. I DID TOO! I said MONTAGUE!" Honestly. It wasn't her fault that her Northern accent ruined the French twang. "But! But, but, but!! Montieeee. Monty! It sounds like MY nickname!" ... OH MY. CHANDLER IS A NICKNAME STEALER!!! :O

She looked at him, with her head tilted to the side as he started laughing. Was her French accent REALLY that amusing? Merlin, she hoped not... "If you think it'z zat funny, zen I'll stop talking like zis." ... Damn. The accent's stuck. She'll be half way to History of Magic tomorrow before it decides to go away, now. Great.



Iris looked up as a girl made her way down the corridor towards them, asking for directions. December already and she couldn't find her way! Iris thought that the Ravenclaws were supposed to be SMART! Glaring at Chandler as he announced that she must know because of her Head Girlship. "I'm the Head Girl... not a Ravenclaw."She mumbled at him.

Shaking her head, the girl ran her hand through her blonde hair. "Sorry.... I dunno how you get there. All I know is that the entrance to the tower is somewhere on the Seventh floor." God... it'd be brilliant to have a common room in a tower. The views would be wonderful. And it couldn't get flooded. Shudder. Bad memories... Bad, old memories. "If you want, though, I can come and help you find your common room. It's nearly curfew," she said, looking at her watch, "... and you wouldn't get in trouble if a teacher found you out of your common room if you were with me." It was Iris's turn to patrol tonight, too... The Head Girl smiled, as if to say 'but you don't have to if you don't want.'

Alfie watched with silent blue eyes as the two had a little conversation, the boy suggesting that she might now, as the Head Girl, but the girl quickly confirming that she didn't know the exact location. Wow, Head Girl. What...exactly was that? Her blonde eyebrows furrowed just slightly before she was distracted, listening as the Head Girl announced that it was somewhere on the seventh floor, offering to help her find the Common Room. She opened her mouth to decline politely, sure that she had better things to do, but then the Head Girl mentioned that she wouldn't get in trouble with a teacher if she was with her.

Oh, she'd forgotten about that. She glanced outside of the nearest window, quickly seeing how dark it'd gotten. "Well, I wouldn't want to put you out, or take you away from your conversation..." Alfie muttered with a weak smile, though she couldn't deny that an escort would be appreciated.

Mafalda smiled and tossed a dozen dungbombs through the air.
PPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPSSSSSSSSSSSSS FAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRT

went the bombs. Mafalda said "YEES!"

Presley stumbled up to the sixth floor. "Just one more to go," she mumbled to herself. She was so tired. Having just gotten back from vacation, Presley needed a nap so badly. Maybe I'll just sit and take a break for a minute she thought to herself. Presley sat down and leaned her head against the wall. She was sooooo tired. Visions of naptime and warmth rolled through her head, and she woke up and hour later. "Oh my Merlin!" she gasped aloud. "I fell asleep!" Still exhausted, but a little more rested, she climbed the last staircase toward her common room.

Rachel was going up to her common room when she spotted Presley, "Hey Presley! How are you?" she asked, Presley looked tired so maybe didnt want to talk much.

Caroline let go of him. Still a bit dazed. She focused her attention back to what was going on. Nothing yet? She noticed that the hall was loud and very crowded. Possibly working on the HOM homework assignment giving all the pirate talk that she hear.

She nodded and followed him up the stairs following his two at steps at a time pace. They had finally made it to the sixth floor, that was better it was quietier and alot less crowded. She gripped his hand a bit tighter since she was already holding it tight to keep up with him. "What do you mean not yet?" Now walking at a better and much slower and easier to talk with someone pace.

"I asked how this summer was going to go." Carter said slowly. "When I did my rune reading..." He rubbed the back of his head with his free hand. "There were some... umm... pretty big plans...."

He then pulled away and started pacing again. "But the runes... and the conflict... and the bad timing..." he said in a rush.

He stopped mid-stride. "But then again... what if there's never good timing? What would I do then? Live in London for the rest of my life?"

He started pacing again. "I think... I mean... Maybe I was too selfish with this... I don't know. There's just so many things that could go wrong... and if any of those were to happen that would just ruin my family. You know?"

He then stopped pacing again. "Or I could be overreacting and have nothing to worry about... But I can't just completely ignore this either..."

Caroline listened as Carter started telling about what was going on. Okay, he asked how his summer was going to go. Good question. She nodded. and that they were some pretty big plans. She watched as he let go of her hand and paced. Conflict and bad timing.

She was soon wrapped up in something that she had no idea what he was talking about. She was now completely confused about what he was talking about. was it possible that they really hadn't ever gotten into a deep conversation about his family and stuff. She fought back tears. That idea in her head in her head made her feel sick and terrible like she was a terrible girlfriend. Gee Marie probably knew more about his family then she did.

She took a deep breath. She had to stop thinking that about being a terrible girlfriend. and help Carter get this straighted out. She leaned against the wall and slid to the floor to sit there agaisnt the wall. She spoke softly so that it wouldn't sound so broken from holding back the tears. " Carter what are you taking about? What's your plans for next summer?" She felt totally out of the loop.