"It's not my fault!" She insisted jokingly as she rolled her eyes. "I've been...distracted lately." She admitted. Then she smirked - something that she doesn't do often and said "Besides, you should be grateful, I'm going easy on you." Then she added "I'm containing my awesomeness, I wouldn't want you be overwhelmed or anything."

Wow Cassandra, you sounded like a git, just back there. A completely arrogant git. Brilliant.

Cass rolled her eyes again "Glad to see that I amused you." She responded dryly. Then she chuckled "Yeah, it is, isn't it? You would think since my mum and his mum were best friends, we would follow suit. Merlin, did they get the surprise of their lives." That had been a fun meeting, she remembered it slightly clearly, thinking about it, she supposed it was mostly her fault from slamming the door right on his face, but then, stepping on her gown during her birthday ball was completely uncalled for - and embarrassing - since she had to spend the night with a dirty shoe print at the hem of her dress, which he teased her about til now.

"I'm holding you to that vow of yours, Mr. James." She said with a giggle. Then she nodded "Yup, a right git, that one." She wasn't going to disagree. Hey, if someone else could see Edward's true colors, who was she stop them? Then she narrowed her eyes at him and said "I swear, even show me a snail,I will...squish you or something." Ok, she probably wouldn't since he was at least a head or so taller than her, but she had to say something!

"That was lamest accent I have ever heard." She retorted while unsuccessfully trying to mask her laughter by pressing her lips tightly together, but failed a few short seconds later as she fell against her chair and laughed, trying really hard to keep it quiet in fear of the librarian.

Then she sighed and watched his face carefully "Are you alright?" She suddenly asked, keeping her eyes trained on him. Suddenly being reminded of fears as...scary as Christopher's was never easy, hell, she cowered simply at the thought of snails, she didn't even know how she would be able to deal with the things going through the Lion's mind.

He wasn't serious, was he?

The she-snake eyed him curiously as if judging his mental stability before sighing. Apparently he was completely sane - but wasn't acting like it - and was completely serious. "A handstand? Seriously?" She repeated incredulously "While singing the Hogwarts hymn. You've got to be kidding me." She looked down on her clothes. "I'm in a skirt!" She exclaimed "How am I going to do a handstand?!" Then she rolled her eyes

"Seriously though, what do you want me to say then?" She asked "Might as well get this over it." This had better be worth it.

Glenn found the stained glass window and settled into an old, dusty chair. It made her sneeze, but it was comfy and the smell reminded her of her father's study. The golden autumn sunlight streamed through the window and warmed her. Finally! The autumn had been cold, she reckoned she would have frozen had she been in the Ravenclaw towers. She had heard that they resided in one of the tallest towers in Hogwarts.

The blonde opened her book and snuggled into the dusty chair. It was brand new, the pages were stiff and free of stains and the paperback covers were no where near falling off. It was the newest novel from her favourite muggle author.

She absent-mindedly smoothed down her curly blonde hair. It wasn't in it's normal plait, but fell down her back. It still was slightly damp from her morning shower and smelled faintly of butterbeer. The badger flicked another page of her book and yawned, no, she was not a morning person.

Oh so she didn't hear her wrong... ''S-sorry,'' she said quite conffused not even quite REALLY! She didn't understand this girl what so ever... She really didn't it was quite weird but being at Hogwarts for three years she liked to consider it normel... She actully scaned the girl this time as she did to her she was possibly older then her or then she was the same age she didn't no or care really...

Good... Repetitive? She thought of it more like curious... Or trying to build up a conversation she didn't ask the same question all the time and if she did so then she did it by and accident... Simply.. ''Okay... I guess so,'' she much prefered saying that instead of having a big lecture... Those thoughts would be kept in her mind just for herself..

"Oh! Getting cocky, are we now?" He teased, eyebrows raised. "Well I think I'll have to challenge that theory... After all, you should know by now that awesomeness is a trait only Gryffindors possess." Oh snap! He showed her with his bad attempt at wit and humour! Yep, that was still something he was trying to master. That and sarcasm- it could be quite terrible for witnesses as times when the corny jokes just became too corny.

Christopher raised his eyebrows again at the talk of this boy his friend seemed to despise so. He was rather intrigued. "Hmm... that is quite interesting... I'm sure you've got plenty of stories I know you'd just love to share with me," he said with a grin. Hopefully that sarcasm was properly used.

Laughing, he held up a pinky to seal the deal. Pinky Swears were the most legitmate Muggle binding he could think of. "I promise! And don't squish me, I rather enjoy being in one whole piece." Oh Cassandra and her empty threats! They made him chuckle. Though he really wasn't going to bring up snails, not if they bothered her that much.

Crossing his arms, the lion pretended to be offended. With an overdramatized scoff and a laugh slipping through every few moments or so, he said with fake hurt in his voice, "Cassandra! How could you say such a thing!? I worked so hard on that accent..." He held a hand over his heart and hung his head. True, he wasn't the best actor, but he liked to think he was pretty good at making a fool of himself.

He faked a smile, nodding his head vigorously. Now was no time for joking, he decided. Yes, he kept changing his mind about these things, but he didn't want to interrupt their silly fun with a sad and morbid talk. He thought he stayed very well put together on the outside, and pretended that he was that way on the inside too. For now, he'd be just fine.

"You said anything!" he held up his hands in surrender. But when she agreed to speak French, his face lit up, happy she'd accepted his offer. As humorous as the alternative option would have been, this one was probably less likely to get them banned from the library. Christopher paused a moment to think of what he wanted to say, formulating clever sentences in his brain, until something finally clicked. With a grin, he snapped, and truned back to Cass. With a face that was as serious as he could muster, he said, "You are to say... 'My name is Cass Prewett and I will never be as cool as Christopher." There. That seemed perfect!

Maxwell took a seat in one of the big plush chairs next to the stain glass windows, opened up one of his 'Animagus' study books and started reading.

Violet came into the library exhausted. She had need to do some research for herbology and took the book to one of the comfy chairs next to the stain glass windows. She saw a boy there reading what seemed like an Animagus study book. Hmm who was he?. Violet shrugged it off, not being very interested and took a seat across from him. She opened the book and started to read.

Maxwell noticed a girl walk up to the chair across from him and noted the herbology book she was reading, he was horrible in herbology. he wanted to say something to her but wasn't sure what? so he just went with "Hello, I'm Maxwell!" and a smile. he thought about shaking her hand but thought she might find him odd, she probably wasn't american like he was.

Violet looked up from her herbology book in annoyance. Was it really a time for distraction right now? "Hi, it's Violet." Looking at how awkward the boy named Maxwell seemed to be acting, she closed her book and sighed. She knew she shouldn't be rude to him anyways, she hardly knew him. "So, tell me about yourself?" Why not get to know the guy since she had been distracted already. Violet pushed herself forward from the chair, put her elbows on her knees with her head in her hands staring steadily at the boy and smiling.

Maxwell was amused, that Violet was speaking with him, because she seemed slightly annoyed but she was being polite. Maxwell wasn't going to waste an opportunity to talk to a beautiful girl. "I'm a second year Gryffindor, aspiring to be an Animagus. I'm an American but I live in London with my grandparents, And i have a pet Phoenix named Helios." Maxwell said as if reading facts about someone else. "Now that You know the basics about me, What about you? What are you all about Violet?" Maxwell asked with a sly smirk.

Was that a smile or a smirk playing at his lips? Violet didn't like the look of this boy wasn't sure what he was like, but kept listening to his story anyway. So he was a Gryffindor eh? And a second year..so meaning he was the same age as her, but one level higher. Pet phoenix? Weren't those really rare to get? How did he get one like that. What a queer boy he was. "Mhmm.." Was all Violet said. "Well...I'm still in first year Ravenclaw since I had injured myself quite a bit from pixies last term which led to most of my time in the hospital wing. My parents encouraged me to restart first year, so here I am still stuck in first year."

How embarrassing was that? Violet blushed deeply and looked at the ground and continued on. "I have an owl named Penny, though you are lucky to have a phoenix, it's quite surprising since they are so rare to find. Violet sighed. Would this boy care that she was talking so much right now? "My parents are muggle and witch so I'm half blood. We moved to London from British Columbia which is all the way in Canada. What a bit of a shock to my father when he found out I was a witch, just like my mum. Violet smiled timidly at him while her cheeks grew hot so much. Why did she basically tell her life story to this boy? Violet busied herself observing the stain glass hoping her blush would go away.

Maxwell continued his content smile, he could tell that Violet thought he was strange but he didn't care he'd been called worse things. 'Freak, Oddball, Weirdo, Warlock' His sister's weren't always the most creative bunch. "I inherited Helios in a manner of speaking, He was my great grandmother's. You're from Canada? I'm from New York City!" Maxwell said feeling proud even in the wizarding world there were few places he felt equaled the city. "My mum married a muggle and i thought He was my father but i found out recently he's not." and what a relief Maxwell thought, The man was the worst sort of muggle, but Maxwell knew all muggles weren't like him. Maxwell smiled noticing an awkward pause in the conversation as Violet looked at the stained glass, He noticed her blushing and continued his content smile.

Violet took a quick peek at him after he mentioned how the phoenix was carried down from a few generations from him. It amused her to see how fond he was was Helios. A unique sort of boy, and actually oh so adorable and funny. She always looked at their personality first before judging and so far, it was coming along great. Violet then sat forward again and looked back at Maxwell. "New York City you say? I've always wanted to live there one day when I was younger. Maybe I can even visit you perhaps over the summer!" She waggled her eyebrows at him in a teasing sort of a way." then looked back down at her herbology textbook, giggling. "Yeah, not all muggles are bad. My father loves me very much." Violet couldn't help noticing how Maxwell's smile seemed to make her smile as well.

"Well, I live in London now. Right outside Diagon Alley, but you're more then welcome to visit." Maxwell then remembered his harsh best friend Ariana who would probably visit him again next summer, 'I wonder how Ariana would react to her?' He thought to himself. "Muggles are all right, Grew up half-muggle for a while." then Maxwell thought of something he'd always wondered. "So, what's Ravenclaw tower like? My mum was a Ravenclaw and she was hoping i would be too, Crushed those dreams i guess?"

Violet nodded and smiled at Maxwell as she listened to him talk. Then he asked about Ravenclaw. "Hmm. Where to start? Well, you would probably know that we do not have a password to enter into the common room, but presented a riddle to solve and in the common room, it's absolutely beautiful." Violet gave a dreamy stare and continued on. "It's mostly a midnight blue and bronze airy, circular room as you know, furnished with the same chairs and table. We also have a tall white, marble statue of RowenaRavenclaw. Violet then looked back at Maxwell. "How living in Gryffindor like? It must be amazing to live in the house where the famous Harry Potter lived in." Violet smiled.

Ariana walked into the library, she was mainly looking for some hufflepuffs to mess with or some ravenclaws to do her DADA homework this term but instead she found max.. with a ravenclaw.. what a coincidence Ariana approached the two.. rudely sitting on max's arm rest to his chair & laying on him resting her head on the other side.. "sup!" she said as she realized the two were in serious conversation.. "oh don't mind me, just keep on talking about your common rooms." Ariana then began the play with the slytherin patch on her robe.

"Mum Always spoke very highly of it, but it sounds like too much work too me. Solving a riddle every time you want in...although i guess that's better than waiting for the fat lady to stop singing." Maxwell said in annoyance, he didn't care much for the Fat Lady. "My friend Jordan and I have the same Dorm room that Harry Potter and Ron Weasley did." Then Maxwell noticed something, someone he was hoping it was Jordan being weird and not Ari-...********.

Maxwell looked down at Ariana...and took a moment to think of the nicest way to tell her to get off of him... "What are you doing? can't you go bother other people?" After Ariana said 'Sup' as if nothing was odd about her behavior. Maxwell said "Ariana, this is Violet. Violet, Ariana...Who was just leaving." Maxwell then pushed Ariana with both hands onto the floor.

Jonathan borrowed a book in the library and decided to read it in this area. This are is more comfortable and quite frankly people don't come often here. Which is what he likes the most.

He walked and tried finding a seat, then he spotted someone who seems really familiar. Where has he seen her before? Oh, she's "Tiffany?" he asked confusedly. Well, he can be wrong right? She's the girl who he stepped on during the train ride. Jonathan was still embarrassed for that.

Violet giggled. I would love to hear the fat lady attempt to sing any day. Just then a Slytherin interrupted them. As Maxwell introduced her as Ariana, Violet felt a tingly at the back of her mind that she was not the type of person to get trouble with. When Maxwell shoved her off onto the floor, Violet tried to hide the smile playing at her lips. She smiled at Maxwell.

Maxwell noticed Violet's smile, it was worth whatever wrath Ariana was about to unleash on him, for he knew there was wrath to come. "So, Violet are you interested in Herbology? or simply studying?" Maxwell asked hoping Ariana wouldn't rise just yet.

Violet's eyes lit up in excitement at the mention of herbology. "No, I absolutely love, love, love herbology!" She had the urge to stand up and start jumping around, but she held back. "It really fascinates me what plants can do, but I have no idea what will be happening in the future. How about you?" Violet looked down at Ariana hoping she was ok, but another side of her said that she didn't really care. She looked back up at Maxwell. "Should we talk somewhere else? I'm afraid the libarian will catch up chit chatting more than studying." and scanned the library to see if a professor or librarian was around.

Ariana Fell to the floor whit a 'THUD' face down but didnt get up right away that was Mean & hurt. little did max know.. Ariana had actually landed on her Arm. 'i hope it's not broken' she thought to herself. 'she just wanted to tell him that she had gotten a Owl from joseph but salazar traveled in the rain & all the ink was smudged & she could read it, but that was okay cause it ment they were ok.'

"if you wanted me to leave max you could of just asked you jerk!" Ariana Yelled at the Boy with tears in her eyes & grasping her arm heading of to the hospital wing.

"Aria-!...She looked Hurt." I hope she's all right, I need to go after her. But i don't wanna blow off Violet.

Maxwell could see that Herbology was very important to Violet. "I'm not sure, but Meet me in the Topiary Garden tomorrow okay? I have to go check on her, that wasn't the response i was expecting..it must have been something serious." Maxwell was hoping Violet would understand but he had to go make sure Ariana was ok. 'We can never go to the Library without her storming out, crying' he thought.

Minerva found her favorite place to sit and pulled her book out of her bag. She opened it and began reading. She loved this spot with the colors from the glass coming in the room with the sun beaming down. What a relaxing place Minerva thought.

Pam walked into the library, not really knowing why. She hadn't been in the library.. well.. ever. She didn't venture in unless she needed books. But today, she was looking for a friend. Someone to talk to about anything. Looking around, she saw a some-what familiar face by the stained glass windows. "Hey there, Minnie, isn't it?" She asked, sitting down next to her.

Minerva looked up from her book and smiled. "Hey Pam how are you doing? Are you liking classes?"