Angelina sat there not moving or talking thinking about if Logan asked that, "I don't know. I got asked that alot today, so I don't remember." She wasn't sure if the person she has inmind of was Logan or not... "Anyways, I'm in Slytherin." maybe they did talk about it, because she knows Logan is in Gryffindor... but them Taylor told her that too.. now she was confused!

Harvey smiled as Butterfly spoke "Oh ok.. well thats good.. which one is that 'except one'?" he asked as he grinned.. it really DID feel weird not be a firstie anymore.. but who was he to complain..

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Harvey smiled as Butterfly spoke "Oh ok.. well thats good.. which one is that 'except one'?" he asked as he grinned.. it really DID feel weird not be a firstie anymore.. but who was he to complain..

"I am awful at transfiguration." She sighed.

Damien's gaze looked back up from the ground and at Daisy. It appeared that his punishment for standing her up was over for now. He made a mental note to never do it again (not that he'd ever want to in the first place). He liked Daisy. Something about her made him feel comfortable and ease. Not like Isobel did, but it meant as much coming from Daisy. He gave her a tired sort of looking smile before nodding his head and digging his hands back into the pockets of his leather jacket. "I won't," he replied, sincerity in his voice. "Believe me, Daisy, I won't ever let it happen again."

He leaned against one of the archways that lined the courtyard, taking in deep breaths. Daisy was actually the first one to notice his tired appearance. Ness was always very attentive to him, but even Isobel never seemed to notice just how worn out he truly was.

Damien was suddenly very greatful to be standing in the courtyard with Daisy. "I feel like I got run over by one," he replied, attempting at a chuckle that sounded more like a splutter. "Haven't really been sleeping -- at all," he added.

And he suddenly wanted to tell her everything. The dreams, the mysterious scar, the hallucinations -- for whatever reason, he wanted to pour out every bit of his soul. Wanted to desperately lean on someone, and felt the strongest pull to the Gryffindor standing next to him.

"No real matter, though," he finally said, shrugging his shoulders trying to look as casual as possible.

”Not sleeping no real matter?” Daisy asked raising an eyebrow at Damien. “Right, and just like not eating is no real matter.” She plucked Astrid off her shoulder and he yelped. “Hey, I told you not to stay out in the sun too long. It’s your own fault. I guess you’re getting a buttermilk bath tonight,” She told the lizard, holding him up to look her in the eye as she sat back down on the bench.

Placing the lizard on her lap she looked up at Damien wondering why she even bothered with him sometimes. She could tell he wasn’t telling her the whole story, but then, who was she to demand he tell her? “Did you try a sleeping potion?” She inquired hoping that he’d realize she was willing to listen if he wanted to talk. She didn't expect much though, he was a boy after all, and they tended to keep things to themselves more then was healthy.

He glanced over listening as Daisy scolded (and was now known to Damien) the small lizard that accompanied her. The Hufflepuff couldn't help but chuckle -- first she was yelling at him, and now she was turning on her own pet. Must be some sort of theme with this girl.

As she sat down on the bench to look up at him, he gave her a sheepsih shrug as if it really wasn't all that big of a deal; when in reality it was. Everything that had happened and he'd experienced was definately a big deal. It would take a lot for him to tell all this information to a girl he barely knew (but for some reason felt drawn to). He shook his head in response to the sleeping potion. "I don't think it'll help if I try," he said before sitting down next to her. He ran his hand through his hair, making it even more disheveled, but at least it was a look that worked for him.

"I've been having nightmares," he finally said. "Well no -- the exact same nightmare. Over and over again -- sometimes I even see the images when I'm awake, daydreaming." He rested his elbows on his knees and folded his hands this way and that. "Everyone I know -- well -- not everyone is in the dream. But most of the people I know at Hogwarts are in it. They're all sitting in the Great Hall listening to the End of Term speech. There's a scream, followed by another and another. Soon enough everyone is rushing towards one table in the Great Hall -- the Hufflepuff Table. Someone's -- someone's dead. Lying on the ground, with no life left, but there's no blood. No horrible scene, it's just --- a dead body. A boy --"

The colour had drained completely from his face at this point. He felt close to passing out, but concentrated on his breathing. In -- out. In -- out. Until he finally turned to look at Daisy, terror in his eyes. "The dead boy," he said in a low voice. "Is me --"

Harvey smiled at Butterfly "Well not everyone is good at everything.. I am not.. I sometimes stuggle in classes too" he smiled.. yep he stuggled in Ancient Runes last year.. not sure this year what his weakness was

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Harvey smiled at Butterfly "Well not everyone is good at everything.. I am not.. I sometimes stuggle in classes too" he smiled.. yep he stuggled in Ancient Runes last year.. not sure this year what his weakness was

"I almost blew a simple piece of paper today." She sighed,"I just hope I can get better at it." She said with a half-hearted smile.

Harvey smiled "You will get better at it as you go on.. I was like you last year.. not good at the beginning.. but as i went on it became easier. You will do better as you go on in the year" he smiled.. it was true! he had gotten better as the year went on.. and he got a lot of points too for all that hard work he did..

”You never know if you don’t try,” Daisy clichéd as she leaned back on her hands and crossed her ankles so she could look up at Damien better. There was a dull itch near the toes on her right foot, but she resisted the urge to rub at it with her left foot.

And then he was sitting next to her and she shifted, turning and tucking one foot under her so she could look at him. Apparently he does know how to take a hint, she thought watching him. Astrid had climbed up her sleeve and was clinging happily to her upper arm out of the way. She listened quietly, watching his face and the wariness that lingered there. “The dead boy is you,” She stated in sync with him. “Mmm..” She scratched at her knee and was quiet for a while thinking.

She glanced up into the blocked sky of the courtyard. “How long have you been having the dream? Do you think it’s a premonition?” It was a silly question really, as Daisy could already deduce that if he was routinely having it, he probably did think it was a premonition. She wasn’t certain she believed in the full scope of Divinations. It wasn’t exactly a reliable branch of magic. However, she hadn’t spent much time researching dream-related divinations.

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Harvey smiled "You will get better at it as you go on.. I was like you last year.. not good at the beginning.. but as i went on it became easier. You will do better as you go on in the year" he smiled.. it was true! he had gotten better as the year went on.. and he got a lot of points too for all that hard work he did..

She smiled,"Hehe, I'm glad to have you as a friend."

Harvey smiled "Yes I am glad too.. it was nice to meet you the first time we met.. with Minnie." he smiled at her.. "I guess not all Slytherins are bad.." he grinned..

Logan blinked. "Oh yeah, I DID ask you!" he said laughing. "Okay I remember now. Yeah...I did ask you...okay sorry about that." he said laughing.

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She smiled,"Hehe, I'm glad to have you as a friend."

Harvey smiled "Yes I am glad too.. it was nice to meet you the first time we met.. with Minnie." he smiled at her.. "I guess not all Slytherins are bad.." he grinned.. [/QUOTE]

She smiled,"And not all Puffs are rude."

When Louisa agreed to learning the martial arts Adam gave her a little grin. In Adam's personal opinion it was never a bad thing to know how to defend one's self. Sure a wizard's wand was their greatest weapon but incase something happened where it broke or was taken away from them, knowing some physical techniques could never hurt.

"What we need is good place to practice and something for you to practice on. I mean...you could practice on me I suppose, but I'm not sure I'd want to be on the receiving end of a punch you're putting all you've got into," Adam said, giving Louisa a warm smile. "You know...how about the Room of Requirements? That would be perfect..."

The moment he heard Daisy's voice in sync with his own, Damien's eyes grew wide, and he looked over at her curiously. So far she wasn't thinking he was a nutter, but he hadn't exactly gotten into the full story at this point. This was just the insane nightmare that kept happening whenever his eyes were even the slightest bit closed. She started to ponder what he'd just tole her -- perhaps she was the one he should have been talking to all along.

A premonition? As in, Damien forseeing his own death? If that were the case, he only had months to live. "I wouldn't know either way," he said, responding to that theory. "It started over the Holiday -- the -- Summer Holiday, I mean," he added, scooting a little further away from her then. The whole reason Damien had a current bump on the back of his head was because Daisy, only moments ago, threw a rather large book that hit him dead center. The reason she was so upset was because he forgot to meet up with her in Diagon Alley over the Summer Holiday.

"And I've had it every night since," he added. "Well -- every night I've closed my eyes in an attempt to sleep."

“I guess the question is then, whether you think it’s a dream or something that’s going to happen and frankly,” She poked Damien on the shoulder with her forefinger. “It seems you believe it since you’re two winks away from becoming a Zombie.” Astrid nodded his head in agreement.

“So I guess you should start looking at particulars…are the dreams exactly the same? The devil’s in the details and that’ll tell you…” she paused and got a funny look on her face. “Wait – Summer holiday?” Her first balled against her thigh. “Is that why you missed our –“ she didn’t know what to call it. It certainly wasn’t supposed to be a date. “It is! Isn’t it?” She slapped her thigh and set her lips in a thin line. “Why didn’t you write me about this sooner?”

That was a good point.

Did Damien consider this a premonition -- or a simple nightmare that wouldn't go away? Perhaps because it scared him so much was the reason he kept seeing the images for so long. Everything seemed so real though -- From the food at the feast, to the speech -- to the screams. Apparently the lizard aggreed. Now that was something loony -- taking advice from a lizard.

He inhaled deeply, running his hand through his hair again -- just as the details of when the dreams started happening register in Daisy's Ravenclaw-sized brain. The look was all to familiar now, and the clenched fist didn't go unnoticed either. He wrinkled his brow, though -- it appeared she was about to call their meeting a -- date? No, that couldn't be right, she wasn't about to call it that. It wasn't supposed to be a date anyway, these two were simple friends -- even though one of them kept yelling at the other.

"Am I only going to get to talk to you while you're yelling at me from now on?" he said, a little too loud that it even surprised himself. "I told you I was SORRY about what happened with us not meeting up, and yes! It was the reason I didn't meet up with you -- it had only been the second or third time I'd had the dream, and I was dead set on trying to find a book at the third hand book shop, but when I tried to explain what I was looking for the shopkeeper got this strange look in his eyes and I simply turned around, walked out --"

He said all of his in nearly one breath, moving his hands up and down as he talked. And then he wondered something. Why hadn't he contacted Daisy about this earlier? Well -- he knew why.

"Think about it, Daisy," he said, heaving another sigh hanging his head. "It's only part of the story," he added. "There's a lot more you don't know about me --"

”Well, then!” Daisy said getting a little louder. “Whose fault is that?” She stood up and walked away. Who was he to get mad at her? He might have been going through something, but for an entire year of interacting with the boy, he’d been keeping things from her. She wasn’t as stupid as to not have caught that. But she hadn’t pressed figuring he’d tell her in his own sweet time. But nooo…instead he stood her up, ignored her owls, didn’t share important information that made the effort she put out for him seem superfluous.

She got to the end of the courtyard and then turned around and came back. “So,” she stood in front of him, arms crossed, tapping her foot as her woolen sock fell down around her ankle. “Are you going to tell me? Or are you just going to ask me to help do half-hearted research in an attempt to help you this year?”

Nate walked out to the courtyard and sat down heavily on the nearest empty bench. He had brought his frame with him, because as much of a plan as he had made with the Hufflepuff girl earlier, they had never exchanged names. His Ravenclaw picture frame was now a form of identification.

As much as Nate knew, he really hadn't noticed the girl's features. So much for responsibility. All he could really expect was that she would be wearing a yellow tie, and that was about all. Unless, of course, she wasn't wearing a tie by the time she got to the courtyard, in which case Nate was screwed. Either way, he kept his eyes peeled, looking for pretty much nothing.

Sophie was walking around the castle, since she figured she knew almost nothing about it and felt the need to explore. When she got to the courtyard, she remembered she had spoken to a Ravenclaw boy earlier that day and they said they would meet there. "Oops..." she thought. Good thing she was walking by!

She glanced around the courtyard and spotted his picture frame the older boy. She went skipping in his direction and sat down by him. "Hello there! I'm Sophie!" she said smiling. "Nice to meet you! That's a really cool picture frame!" she repeated. She had liked it since she saw it appearing in front of him in Transfiguration Class.

And then she was up. Up and yelling at him -- AGAIN.

But apparently there was enough resentment in her feelings towards him that she felt the need to simply get up and walk away from him. Great. The ONLY person he'd shared ANY sort of information with was walking away from him. Not that Damien blamed Daisy -- if the situation were reversed, he'd probably get tired of the other person and walk away from them as well.

But still -- the fact remains.

"Perfect," he mumbled, looking down at the ground before standing up, figuring he'd head to the library himself to try and do some more research. But as he raised his head back out infront of him -- there was Daisy. Between the crossed arms , tapping foot and the sock hanging down at her ankle, Damien couldn't help but smile. It wasn't meant to be mean, or anything like that -- it just made him smile.

But then it slowly faded as she asked the question he was dreading to answer. He cleared his throat, thrusting his hands into the pockets of the leather jacket. "You -- you really want me to tell you? Tell you everything that's been going on?"

Was he smiling at her? Despite her frustration, Daisy couldn’t help but glare at him. Slowly, Damien’s smile was making her smile. “Do you really think I would have put up with you for a year if I didn’t?” She spun in a circle and was prepared to sit back down on the bench, but instead she scratched her bare calf.

“So are you going to share? Or am I going to have to tackle you and squish it out of you.”

In watching the complete wrong side of the courtyard, Nate didn't even notice the Hufflepuff firstie walk up. "Wagh!" He jumped a little when she spoke, so bright, bubbly, and rather loud. Which wasn't usually a problem, but it managed to startle Nate this time.

Like so many unlucky people who had snuck up on Nate before her, Sophia was greeted with a wand pointed at her chest, courtesy of Nate's new dueling instincts. "Oh," he said, recognizing the girl, "Right, we planned to meet up. Sophia, you said your name was? Nice name. I'm Nate!" It was then that he realized that his wand was still trained on the young girl, and he sheepishly put it away and sat back down. "What did your frame look like?"

Another good point -- Daisy probably wouldn't have stuck around this long if she didn't care for him at all. He noticed her glare slowly morph into a smile -- it was nice to see on her. She had a nice smile. She must've been what he was looking and waiting for all along. Someone who made him actually want to share all the bizarre occurences, the strange memory lapses -- the dream.

She'd actually tackle him?

"No need for that," he said, holding his hands up again in surrender. (Seemed to be doing a lot of that during this conversation). The Hufflepuff glanced around at all the other students gathered in the courtyard, and thought better of it. "Not here," he added. "Could we go up to the library, actually? There are pleanty of corners to hide among the bookshelves."