Conan watched as Treyen interacted with the dwarves in halloween masks. Weird people. Why would they dress up like that all the time? Halloween was long gone. And they didn't exactly look like they had eaten a lot of candy. They were small and skinny. And wearing pillowcases. What on earth? He should've paid attention to these creatures long ago. Maybe find out who their prosthetics artist was. Later.

Make sandwiches? Weren't they sharing that? "Do you want butter?" he asked. He didn't want any but Treyen might. He hunted down a knife to cut the rolls. They would be pretty. Ham and lettuce. Mmmmm.

Studentsies.

They was touching shiny knifes! Only house elves be touching shiny knives!

With a pop, the house elf appeared in front of the Hufflepuff, his eyes squinting, scrutinizing the child. "Stutendsies not supposing to touch shiny knives!" Algamus squeaked.

Conan eyed the halloween dwarf that popped in front of him. His eyes widened, and the knife he had been holding fell with a clatter onto the floor, narrowly missing his own toes. "B..b..b..b.bbbbbb.but I was....making a sandwich." Cue the wibble.

CLANK.

NOISE!

Algamus's eyes widened, horrified that the shiny knife now dropped to the floor. It was now deemed useless, unfit to be used ever again. The elf looked down, mourning the knife that laid upon the floor. It then snapped its head up back at the child. The elf had its trusty broom along with him, not looking away for even one minute.

"You's! Shiny knife broken now. Algamus cannot uses this no more! Shame on Algamus for letting studentsies hold shiny knife!" The elf cried, smacking its head with its loveable broom.

"SHAME ON ALGAMUS."

Conan watched the dwarf, and then looked at the knife. He shook his head, "No. No it isn't." He sniffed, and picked up the knife. "See it's whole." He put it down on the work surface. He didn't want to drop it again, and this time slice off a toe.

Oh no the dwarf was hitting himself. Conan grabbed the broom. "Don't do that. It'll hurt. Which isn't good." Nope, no hitting yourself. Even if you are a dwarf in a halloween mask.

More chips, more salsa, more smiles. Yummmmm. "Alright I guess, Just spending my time outside like usual and writing Fletch a lot. I tell you, those daydream things from Weasley's Wizard Wheezes... Those work. The other day, I had a daydream that the giant squid and I battled the mermaids and ultimately DOMINATED!" There was a pause as Rae reminisced on the recent EPIC daydream then snapped out of it and continued, "What about you?"

The walk to the kitchens had been somewhat awkward. And silent. It was just easier not talking while they were sneaking down to the kitchens. Especially since Fallon had a feeling the Iris wouldn't like to hear that Fallon had been spending time with Finn. Yeah...that probably wasn't a good thing to talk about in the quiet corridors when they weren't even supposed to be out of their common rooms.

Once they reached the kitchens and were inside, Fallon smiled at all of the little elves that greeted them. She told them she didn't want anything and they walked away, going back to whatever they had been doing before. Fallon took a seat on a stool by an empty counter. She was just going to sit here quietly until Iris asked her to spit it out. Yeah. That was probably the best choice right now.

Lexi was shoving a bit of turkey into her mouth when she heard what Rae said about the daydream elixir. Heh. Nearly choking at the description she hastily chewed and then washed it all down with her butterbeer.

"You kill me sometimes. That sounds pretty epic though. I have never tried one to be honest. I tend to shy away from potions of any sort," she said with an involuntary shudder. Really. She hated potions of any sort.

Shrugging a bit she took another swig of her drink and set the bottle aside. "It's been alright since I got back. I have spent a bit more time with Salander this term than last so I do enjoy that. Otherwise I have been busy with studying and have taken ill a bit. I think it was a Hufflepuff's fault that I got the sick though. The little idiot child touched me and then I got ill. So... yeah I think it adds up." GAH. Just another reason for her to loathe most Hufflepuff's. They were foul little things.

"Have you been to check that nasty old boat out? It is so disgusting! I am pretty sure I got scurvy from it or something," she added conspiratorially.

If Mia didn't know any better she could have sworn that Destiny was actually enjoying this. And it was also apparent that the two of them could not be trusted around food. Their fourth year, they had been covered in jelly. Last year they had been chasing chocolate frogs around and now they were throwing food at each other. It kind of made her wonder what was going to happen when they sailed this raft to the Serengeti?

"Right of course. Telliwission. Do you watch it twenty four hours a day when you go home or something?" It was really quite funny to see a pureblood witch to know so many movie quotes.

Obviously that yoghurt had effected Destiny's brain or something. The Slytherin couldn't really be serious. She wanted Mia to clean her up? With her track record of using magic. Oh well she couldn't let her friend down now could she? Giving her wand a flick towards Destiny, Mia said the first spell that came to her mind.

"Aguamenti."

Suddenly, Lola saw the light!

No. But she saw a girl that was saving her from her starvation! "I suppose you're my savior, little girl," she wheezed-coughed like an old granny, "Good girl help me get up, good little girly you are..." She rose up a hand for help but then her eyes were immediately wide open--NO--WHAT--"WAIT! What are you doing?! It is I, Queen Flobberworm! STOP! NO!" She quickly covered her face with her hands but it was too late!

Alas! The water poured onto her beautiful face and she coughed--WHEEZED FOR DEAR LIFE!

It did seem to wake her up and get her senses going (she flopped like a fish for a few seconds though), as she immediately stood up.

THIS GIRL... HER HEROINE!

Lola immediately gave her a tight embrace. "You..." she dramatically started, as she hugged the girl, her wet hair dripping onto the girl's face, "You SAVED me! Whatever shall I do to repay your heroic actions?! I am Lola Jones, aka Queen Flobberworm." Yes. Lola performed her character in front of her, sucking up her cheeks and acting like a Flobberworm, "Flobble flobble. Flobble flobble..."

"YOU SEE?! You saved thy life! Thus, you are thy friend. YOU ARE LOLA'S FRIEND FROM THIS DAY!" She grinned, then paused, and knelt down.

"Master..."

Grumble grumble. Oh right. She was here for food.

Actually, Treyen was getting rather nervous because Conan was looking at the house-elves a LOT. Like, staring. Which was clearly not good, or cool. It was rather rude, truth be told.

He was going to try to gain his attention back, when the boy started to work on their sandwiches. GOOD.

And then..., "No, no butter for me," he said, shaking his head, though, if Arya was here, she would've added way too many things to a single sandwich. Seriously, he didn't know what the girl was trying to do to him.

But then...THEN...



...OH, what had Conan done? Actually, the boy did nothing, really, house-elves reacted like this most of the times. Except Crabby back at home, he'd been as mean to Treyen as Treyen to him.

"Algamus, do stop, please!" he exclaimed, in a softer tone than one he expected, "Forgive Conan for taking the knife...he doesn't believe in magic, that's punishment enough for both of you," like, BOTH of them, it wasn't punishment for Treyen.

Conan smiled. That saved him getting the butter. "You want lettuce?" It would make it healthy. And Conan was having it. Not tomato though. That made it too squidgy, and ick. Tomato was good on pizza, not sammiches.

"Punishment?" That made him feel kind of awful. His disbelief in magic was a punishment to both him and the dwarf. "Oh." He sighed, putting the ham inside both his and Treyen rolls. He then added his lettuce, and was ready to put in Treyen's if he wanted to. He'd leave after that. He didn't need anymore punishment.

Connor shook his head. "I just found out the reason why mom moved me and her in with you and It's hurting me. I thought I had a family, but my stepdad tried to kill us and ran off? Now my mom's filing for an emergency divorce and my last name's suddenly Campbell again." He buried his head in her neck, miserable.

Stepping on a few of the pieces of parchment, Kurumi rushed to the girl’s side just in time to be called…her savior? Kurumi’s eyes bugged out even more and they probably would have popped out of her head an gone rolling across the floor after the Slytherin had called herself Queen Flobberworm.Kurumi wasn’t aware that the ten-inch, toothless brown worm was capable of reproducing with humans.

She would have to bring this up when she went to pick up Walnut at Professor MacFusty’s.

All eyeball rolling was thrust to the side when Miss Flobberworm the girl began thrashing around and coughing as if she were choking on something. OH DEAR! Had she dipped the towel in vinegar instead of water?! That certainly would cause such a reaction.

“Are you alri---,” she began before the wind was knocked out of her by the girl practically tackling her to the ground and the other girl’s hair smacking her in the face. Nope, didn’t smell like vinegar. At least that was a good sign.

Then, Kurumi’s eyes began to look like they were going to go rolling again. “HUH?” she squeaked. “I-I-I-I didn’t do anything…I-I-I-I was j-just coming into the k-k-kitchen to bake some c-c-cookies…” she stammered trying to flails her arms around but finding that they were pinned to her side. This girl had a strong grip. Hopefully Kurumi didn’t suffocate or break any bones from this.

Next thing Kurumi knew, the girl was on the ground…KNEELING in front of her. At least her arms were free?

“T-T-That really isn’t necessary!” she squeaked again this time being able to wave her hands in front of her face. “I-I-I am glad that the wet towel was able to counteract the effects,” she continued as she began bowing to the girl sheepishly. She would have to tell that to Headmaster Tate. Throwing a wet towel at someone under the influence of the Cruciatus Curse proved to be very efficient.

See Headmaster! Constant vigilance!

“P-P-Please just call me Kurumi,” she said as her cheeks burned a deep rosy pink. “M-M-Master really isn’t necessary…” Nor wanted. Kurumi felt awkward enough as it was and she was surprised that her hair hadn’t gone burnt orange yet.

Who would have thought it would only take talk about the telliwission to make her come back alive? Destiny opened both her eyes up and turned her very sticky head towards Mia. Did she look funny? She felt like she looked funny.

"Well, no. Because if I did watch it that much, I would never be able to sleep." And she liked to sleep far too much for that! "But I watched it a lot. Until my father took it with him when he disappeared, of course. Now my mother doesn't want one in the house." Why? She had no idea. It wasn't like the woman believed the thing turned people into muggles..anymore.

Rolling her head in the opposite direction, Destiny closed her eyes, once again, dead. She had FAITH in Mia that she would clean her up. After all, how hard was a SIMPLE Scourgify? They used it in Potions ALL the time! But apparently her friend had other ideas on how to clean her.

Really. She should be used to being 'Aguamentied'. Marie did it to her so many times.

Flopping about like a fish out of water as a jet of water hit her right in the face, Destiny sputtered the water out of her mouth before wiping her eyes with her hands. At least she didn't feel sticky anymore. "Is it too late to tell you I am melting?"

She should have saved that quote until now.

Her father had disappeared and took the television with him? Who does that? And a wizard at that. "Your mother probably doesn't want you to have one because you keep reciting movie quotes all the time." And while Mia knew what she was talking about, Destiny's mother probably had no idea. "So I have to ask...what is your favourite movie?" Would her friend even know the names?

Watching the way Destiny flopped around, Mia couldn't help but burst out laughing. She needed to remember the cleaning spell for these such occasions instead of trying to drown someone. She quickly dropped the spell but continued to giggle. "Probably a good idea if I don't try and dry you."

We all liked Destiny after all.

"So are we gonna grab some food and head down to the ship? Which was their original plan until they got distracted.

She hugged him tighter. Seeing, hearing Connor as sad as he were now, in such a miserable state, Heather was also sad. He and his mother were going through such a hard time so much-and for a child, it was terrible to hope for a family and to realize that your stepfather was a murderer. "big brother..." she whispered to his ear. "Don't worry...i don't have much basis to say this, but i just really know....you'll be okay...you and your mom both will be fine...and happy." she smiled. "..and you do have a family. You and your mom...Camellia, my parents and me...I am your little sister, right?"

Oh..

Destiny hadn't thought about that. And it could, quite possibly, be the reason. She remembered a few times where her mother would tell her to be quiet and how everything she was saying was annoying her. There might have been a few threats about going back to St. Mungo's if she didn't hush herself, too. But she wasn't going to mention that. Mentioning that would just lead to questions. Questions that she didn't want to answer! Giving a shrug, she tapped her bottom lip as she thought about her favorite moving picture movie. "Spy movies are awesome. Especially when things blow up."

'Tis the reason she was going to become a spy when she finished school.

If she didn't know any better, she would have thought Mia was trying to kill her, not clean her off. And was there anyway that the water wouldn't be cold when it sprayed her? Eeesh! Sitting up and sputtering more water out of her mouth, Destiny moved the hair out of her eyes before giving her friend an appreciative smile. "Right. I think I'll just stay wet. Makes me look like a rebel." Or a drowned rat, whatever.

Yeah, food. No thanks. "I'm not hungry anymore. You can grab something, though." She almost forgot about the ship. It was still there, right?

Destiny sure did think about things a lot. Mia thought it had been a simple question. She figured that her friend would know the answer straight away considering she did watch a lot of telliwission. Maybe she was thinking of other things like stealing baby giraffe's or sailing a raft to the Serengeti. Nope. She was thinking of television. And spy movies. "Oh so like James Bond? Or do you prefer Austen Powers?" Although she couldn't remember there being things blown up in that movie.

Mia gave her friend a pat on the head. "Yeah totally. Like a rebel without a clue." Because what rebel would want to walk around dripping wet? And really, why didn't the girl just dry herself off? She was pretty sure that Destiny was okay at doing magic.

Standing back up, Mia held out her hand to help D back up. "The food is not for us, silly. We're going to offer it to the pirates/vikings. Remember? And then they were going to let us sail the ship or at the very least let us walk back off it without having to jump into Davey Jones Locker."

Following Fallon into the kitchens, she smiled at the House Elves that came over to them. Iris didn't really get why Wesley loved them so much, but what ever. Asking for them to make her a cup of hot chocolate, the Head Girl then went and sat down opposite Fallon at one of the tables.

Looking at her best friend, Iris frowned. She couldn't think who it could be... "Right... spill it, Fallon.... Who is it?" And more importantly, why the heck don't you want to tell me?!

Fallon watched as Iris asked an elf to make her some hot chocolate. It was a nice short time killer that was soon forgotten as Iris sat across from her. Fallon figured she was just going to have to tell her. There was no way she was going to get around this.

She let out a sigh and looked at the table between the two girls. "It's Finn...and I know what you're going to say...but he apologized for everything. And nothing happened other than us saying we were going to be friends." And cuddling. Lots of cuddling. Fallon left that last bit out. What she'd said was enough.

Algamus had ignored the child, continuously hitting itself with the broom. "Bad elf!" he would grunt underneath his sour breaths.

It was then did he hear an authoritative voice, looking up to find one of those stutendsies who wore shiny badges. Ah, yes, the headmaster always told them abou these studentsies.

The elf lowered his broom, his eggplant sized eyes watching glancing from the young boy to the older one. "Not believe in magicses? Algamus not believingness! Studentsies SHOULD believe in magicses! Yes. We elves come from magic. EVERYONE come from magic!"

The elf then caught the word "master", causing him to turn around and see a girl already kneeling down to another. His eyes widened even more, almost looking like an Ostrich's egg. Was the person who was kneeling an elf? Why was she wearing SCHOOL UNIFORM?

"YOU ELFSIES" The head elf suddenly boomed as he smacked the broom to the ground. "IS YOU WEARING STUDENSIES CLOTHESES? SHAME ON YOU. SHAME ON YOU."

Simon had come down for something to eat when suddeny he heard a smacking sound, what was that all about, he walked slowly into the room when suddenly he saw "What the?" Simon thought it was a mini troll on the loose he had no idea what it was, he hadn't seen one of these things before.

What? Lettuce? Er, yeah, the elf was making it hard for Treyen on making a sandwich, even if it was Conan the one making it. "Yes, yes, add some for me," he said, with a nod, keeping a close eye on the elf, and on Conan as well.

"And mustard," for him, anyway.

Funny. The punishment part had been directed to Algamus only, but it was obvious that Conan will hear that. "Not that bad, really," but he was trying to ease things up on the elf. Maybe he'll stop with the broom hitting thing.

Maybe.

There!

He forgot about the broom. What an adorable GOOD elf!

"I know that," he nodded, "But he's the one who'd rather not believe. Weird, no, Algamus?" he said, eying Conan and then Algamus as he took in the elf's reactions to...

...was that Kurumi?!

And what was she doing calling Lola 'Master'? Treyen resisted the urge to correct the house-elf, because Kurumi was no elf, but decided to take a bite from his unfinished sandwich, or...was it finished yet? And watch. This will be amusing, no?

Lola looked up to this girl as her hero, like those people in those stories that always saved the damsel in distress from her ultimate doom. Her head immediately leaned towards the girl in a curious gaze, holding her hands to have that effect of "MASTER, I'LL DO ANYTHING!" The girl, however, opened her mouth, half-listening, half concentrating. What was the girl DOING?!

"Excuse me--may you please be my friend--MASTER!--do not stutter as it just pains me so much! Enunciate your words clearly, Master! As an actress, I strongly advise you to just let the words roll off your tongue," she said with her words of wisdom, immediately letting her tongue all out and then rolling her tongue for the girl to see.

"You see, Master? Now you do it!"

Still kneeling down, Lola Jones immediately went back to her savior routine. "WHAT?! You were coming here... to make cookies?! FOR ME?! It's as if you just knew me before you met me, Master! How did you do that? You have mystical powers, I see," Lola said, with an even more curious stare, stroking her imaginary goatee. "I am just flattered, Master, FLATTERED!" She grinned and then gasped oh so melodramatically.

"YOU DESERVE MY LOYALTY, KURUMI! Master Kurumi. What? Effects? Counteract?!??!" She paused, her train of thought wrecked and confused, as she started hugging the girl's legs. Oh Kurumi! Oh her savior indeed. "I was cursed, wasn't I? That must have been why I came here--BUT WHY DID I COME HERE, KURUMI?"

She stroked her imaginary goatee again, thinking.

"But the important thing is. You saved thy Queen Flobberworm--lost and walking about from her colony, and she is forever grateful. I will be your slave, your servant, Master Kurumi. MY LIFE IS FOREVER IN YOUR HANDS!"

Lola immediately turned her head, facing a house elf. It was a house elf! She'd heard stories about these little people--how they would steal clothes from humans and leave them naked, how they would cannibalize and eat their young, but you know they were just stories overall. Were they?!

MERLIN.

And just like that, her eyes widened almost as his, as she looked at him... looking at her. SHE?! SHE?! A HOUSE ELF?!

Then it hit her.

Sudden realization.

She burst out into sobby tears.

"I knew it! I've been a house elf all my life, haven't I? I just never looked at myself and noticed it! OH WHAT AM I TO DO?! A HOUSE ELF?!--studying at a school for witchcraft and wizardry? I am nothing but a blasphemy! I'm a disgrace to all house-elves, aren't I?!"

Lola immediately took a hard glance at Kurumi.

"Master, forgive me for giving you orders, FORGIVE ME! You can stutter all you want! QUEEN FLOBBERWORM IS NO MORE! I'm a disgrace! A DISGRACE!" She then slapped herself in the face, several times, just as she'd seen many house-elves do before. Why didn't anybody tell her?!

She then imagined her future life, being forced to get rid of her status as a pureblood witch and then thinking about how her wand would be broken (house-elves don't even need it!) and how she would be stuck for the rest of her life snapping her fingers, wearing raggedy pillow cases, being this Raggedy-Ann house elf for which she never in her life deserved to be! But at least she'd be taught how to cook. "What shall I do now fellow house elf?" She asked him, still on the ground, "Please let me keep my clothes! Lola is cold! Lola is hungry!" Growl.