Wait... what? Fashion week?! "What do you mean a package from fashion week?!" Orabelle exclaimed as she beamed. WHAT?! Why was he walking away?! No, that was just mean. Ugh. "I know how to Salsa, if it's a dance I know it," Orabelle said waving the idea away as she looked at the bag. Wait, what?! Since when did I nawt like heels?" Orabelle asked, frowning. She used to think he was nice, and now not so much. "Hmph, fine, let your owl find someone else to use them," Orabelle said pouting as she turned and walked in the other direction.

Grinning at her poutting tone,he stops and sit on one of the benches.Setting down his back pack and opening it up " Well only because you can salsa " He pulls out a garment bag

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" Ok here is number 1. She said the boots go with both outfits .I was thinking this is more Hogsmead more than the Christmas dance" making room for her to lay the outfits out next to him.

Orabelle beamed. Yes, prettiness. Finally. She pushed her hair back, ready to see what she hoped would look nice and then bounced up and down in her white boots. And then she prepared herself to be amazed! Which... didn't happen. ". . . are you sure this is the right bag?" Orabelle asked. As cute as the shoes were, the rest of it wasn't. And she wasn't a large fan of it.

Watching her eye the dresses "Well I liked the black leather jacket.but the outher stuff made my legs look fat" grinning at her and pulling out hius wand and poking it into his back pack " ACCIO dressess"the bag coughed up 4 more Louis Vuitton garmet bags

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setting them down so she could look over them." But like you said Green is a hard one to do.So she probably didnt have much to work with. and if you cant use it in the winter you allway got spring" zipping up the first bag so the light snow didnt get on it

After that insane Ravenclaw girl left just like that, Helena walked around, feeling a bit mad, but she had no idea where she was going. She intended to go to the common room, but here she was, wandering around this corridor, or whatever it was.

She didn't pay much attention to where she was going, but she eventually noticed a figure, just standing there alone. And... as she got closer, the corners of her mouth had twitched into a smile. "Hey, stranger," the girl grinned, as she finally got next to her.

Turning when she heard a familiar voice, Samira felt the corners of her lips slide up. "Hey, you." She moved closer and gave her friend a wave. "Stranger indeed. I haven't seen talked to you in forever!" Of course they were both probably busy. What with insane Transfiguations teachers and ridiculous DADA assignments. Not that Samira was going to do them. "So what's been going on in the life of Helena Hopkins?"

"Am I even going to bother asking how you know that?" Orabelle asked with a roll of her eyes and shake of her head. Because, she wasn't sure if he knew this, but that was just awkward. What had he been doing?! Trying them all on? Ehhh. She looked at the next four bags. "This one looks old," Orabelle said, pointing at the first one. And not to mention how unflattering the color would be on her. "This one is alright, though a bit too flowy for my tastes," Orabelle said, commenting on the next one. She looked at the third dress, it looked nice... till she saw the slit. "This one would be better if the slit was lower, it's not very lady like for it to but up there," Orabelle said, trying to explain it the best she could. It just wasn't proper and Orabelle didn't like things like that. "Michael, I'm not going for a Christmas tree," Orabelle sighed, looking at the sparkly green dress.

Forever? Yes... kind of.

"Umm... nothing, really. Besides all those classes and assignments," Helena said, thinking about the Herbology homework, which she still had to do. "Except for the Defence Against the Dark Arts assignment," she added with a tiny smile. "I've been avoiding that." But she was singing. That was something, wasn't it?

"How about the life of Samira Spinks?" The girl asked, just the way Samira did.

Ah, exactly Samira's approach. "I wouldn't worry about it. It's all a joke. I mean, stretching? Front rolls?" she rolled her eyes. "I just know that I won't be wasting my time over it." Not when there were much more important things to cater to.

"What's going on in my life?" Hmm...Samira's head automatically filled with thoughts of a certain black Gryffindor who captured her heart for the first time, then roamed to her other Gryffindor friend who was basically a mess, devastated by the fact that her best friend would be leaving. Then there was also the issues of the unwanted world traveling...but Samira swallowed all those thoughts. Thinking about the bad stuff-minus Levi-was, well, bad. Instead she smiled and replied, "Same. But I can't believe Slytherin lost to Hufflepuff!" She shook her head in disgust. "I swear, I don't think I'll ever be over it." The the Puffers! Honestly!

Nika wandered off into a random corridors hoping to get lost. Hogwarts was just a big maze on its own and Nika needed something to get her mind off of everything that's been going on lately. So getting lost seemed like something to keep her entertained and her mind away from certain topics that she didn't want to think about in the least. So she walked around to keep her busy and hummed a tune as she looked around the corridors. Hogwarts really is beautiful.

A joke? Probably. "I suppose you are right," Helena said, thinking again about all those silly and useless tasks. But... she was actually thinking of trying some of those things, maybe just to get points. She wasn't going to do them for fun.

Ah, the Quidditch match. "Well, it's not like it's the first time," Helena giggled. As far as she could remember, Slytherin had lost to Hufflepuff last term as well. Hehe. And this whole Slytherin pride thing seemed just amusing to Helena.

Samira pretended to glare, but then couldn't help but smile in defeat. "Yeah, yeah, don't remind me. It's embarrassing to lose to anybody." Plus Samira reeeeaaallllyyyyyy liked winning.

The Slytherin couldn't help but remember their last conversation at the opening feast. "Didn't you say that you didn't like flying?"

"It's not embarrassing," Helena said, giggling. She found it fun, at least the school matches. Buuuut no, she didn't say that out loud, because she had a feeling that Samira is not going to agree. Hehe.

Helena shook her head quickly, before Samira could finish speaking. "And I still don't," she grinned. She was also glad that she didn't have to take the Flying class this year. One had been more than enough for her.

Samira had to laugh at Helena's strong feelings of flying. "Alright, so it was you." She grinned.

Samira wrapped herself tighter and she shivered against the cold. Hogwarts may be beautiful in the winter, but it was still freezing. "Aren't you cold?" Samira hated being cold, and the cold hated her in return. Red, runny noses, try fingers, coughing fits-it all made Samira hate winter more, which made it a vicious cycle.

Emily wandered around in her own little world, her owl Sunny on her shoulder. They had finally started bonding, which was good as she'd be Emily's only friend when she...
She sang in her head, stroking Sunny with one hand then did a double take.
She saw the red hair, heard the tune. "Nika?" she said looking over to, hopefully, still her best friend. "Nika!" she cried running over to her. She needed to sort this mess out.

Celestique began to walk more slowly. She was exhausted and she now wanted to take her time in her short journey to get to her destination - the courtyard. As it had been a very busy afternoon, she was going to meet her best friends Janulious, Lorana and Malachy out in the sunshine for her free period. They would have waited for her when their charms lesson ended, but Professor Descoteaux had kept her behind to discuss his concerns for her poorly performed cheering charm she had produced in the lesson. It wasn't entirely her fault. She had had a whole range of different nightmares the night before. These nightmares had been going on for weeks, but they where never the same. And it hadn't taken her long to panic about these strange night time happenings. She had already admitted to herself that she couldn't bring herself to worry her friends by telling them about her nightmares. But she decided to put them out of her mind for the time being, as she was now approaching her friends; who where sitting on one of the courtyard benches, surrounded by the suns bright rays.
Maybe she would go to the hospital wing if they deteriorated.


Sorry if this dragged away from the actual thing, but I wanted to put a bit more detail into my story rather than a story that is just about my character walking down a dull corridor. Please tell me if its too much though.

True. It was cold outside. Way too cold. But that didn't mean that Conan had to stay locked up in the Common Room. Not when everyone seemed to be outside, by the way.

Odd, right? That everyone wanted to be outside.

But, really, this will also help to see if his wrist actually hurts even more in super cold weather. If it did, then he'd be visiting Healer Moretti immediately. But if his wrist was alright, then he'll still keep in bandaged for a couple more days, or until he could use his wand properly.

"What is the farthest you've been from the Castle, Conan?" he asked, turning back to make sure Conan was right there with him.

Conan was covered, from head to toe in clothing. He had a hat, scarf, gloves, hood. EVERYTHING. But he was still standing on the steps, so he was still in the building. Why had he agreed to follow Treyen? It was a stupid idea. It was far too cold. And there was white stuff on the floor. Maybe somebody exploded a giant bag of flour of the towers. It was a mess anyway.

He watched Treyen walk away from him, well he was hoping Conan would follow. He nodded to his friend. "Yes," he mumbled through his scarf.

Huh? What did he say? Yes? Okay, maybe the earmuffs didn't allow for Conan to hear properly. Or maybe he understood something else, like...this is the furthest, yes? Probably.

"But you were on the ship," he was no hallucination, Treyen had seen Conan on the ship. Er, whatever.

"Do you get snow back home?" because he's never asked that, and while he kind of figured that his answer was going to be 'No', he still asked to make sure Conan was hearing him.

Conan's eyes widened. Treyen hadn't just said that, had he? It made Conan sad. No, benefit of the doubt. Treyen was a good boy. He wasn't going to respond though. Just in case.

"Snow? We don't get it. It is too hot. We get hail sometimes though." Owwie to the hail. Nasty stuff. "Is this snow?" he asked. The only snow he had met was either paper, or painted on.

How come Treyen was starting to think that perhaps Conan should start telling him more and more about his home? Because if he was going over the SUMMER, then it was going to be super hot, right?

Yeah, he had some research to do. Not that it will make him NOT want to go. No, no, he'd still go, because it was Conan.

And he didn't reply to the ship part. But, seriously, he'd seen Conan in there, Sierra had seen him too, perhaps he should ask Sierra.

The fifth year chuckled, and then smiled at Conan, the second year could lose the earmuffs, though, it wasn't that cold. "It is, you've never seen it?" like, was this his first time seeing snow? He never got out of the Castle last year?!

Oh. Conan had so much to learn.

Conan hoped that Treyen wouldn't force him to step out onto the 'snow' would he? Maybe some nice coaxing would work, but not forcing him. He was happy here on the step. It was cold enough. Without him even having to leave the school.

He shook his head, "Not real snow. Fake snow, loads of." He didn't want to touch the rea snow though. If it was cold in the air, the snow had to be cold too.

Fake snow, eh?

Yes, and he seemed completely uncomfortable standing here, better not make him go outside. Or not today, maybe when the snow was close to melting, so Conan would be able to enjoy it, but wouldn't be too cold.

He still smiled and sat on one step, he wasn't heading out if Conan wasn't, and they knew he wasn't taking one step closer to the Courtyard.

"You may join me," he said, gesturing next to him. He'd better sit. "Actually, Conan, would go to Hogsmeade if there's snow falling down?" he asked, eyes on the boy.

He clutched his arms to his chest. He would start shivering soon. He would definitely have to curl up by the fire after he was done out here. If only...

Join him? "Like on that step? Sitting down?" But his bum would get cold. He could warm that up by the fire too. Toasty warmy. Oooo that would be nice. Maybe on the step for a minute. Then he could spend an hour in front of the fire.

"I can't go to Hogsmeade. Ellie says next year. And you should come too. Ellie is gonna make sure I don't get lost."

Oh, seriously, was Conan actually freezing? Treyen was starting to get worried, though.

The fifth year shook his head, "You could still stand," but that would make talking a bit awkward for them both, especially Treyen, because then his neck would hurt all night, and probably all day tomorrow for looking up at the boy.

So, really, he should sit...unless he wanted to go already. No one forced him to follow Treyen, though.

"Do you want my cloak?" because he wasn't too cold, he would've offered his scarf, but it was his favorite one, the one he wouldn't lend to anyone. Not even Ellie.

Ha. No. "I don't mean this year, but your next one," yet, he'd found out that Kurumi somehow went to Hogsmeade during her second year. Sneaky Gryffindor. Er, what? "Ellie's taking you?" he asked, tilting his head to one side.