She bristled. DID SHE NEED HEL.... oh. Well. Good. YEAH he better be kidding.

"I shall simply walk it off." She tilted her head a little, nose up. Hmmph. She did not need to go to the healer. It would be just fine. And now, they would stop talking about, or thinking about certain regions of her person.

"I was going to get something to eat myself... just something light really, but I was intending to take it outside." It wasn't quite an invitation.

He ducked his head so that she couldn't see that he laughing. She was still the same Thea, that he remembered from his teenage years. And it was killing him that he couldn't crack any jokes about her butt because she was leaving it open for him to make them.

But Oliver did not feel like getting hexed today. Or any day for that matter.

"Sooooo...would you like some company? I promise to behave myself." Not exactly sure what that entailed but he would try.

"Are you laughing at me, Oliver Jenkins?" Surely he wouldn't dare? At least he wasn't making any jokes. And he HAD been nice enough to help her up.

She supposed.

Oh.

Well

"I suppose."

Yes, she supposed that too. Althea shrugged one shoulder and then gingerly led the way into the Great Hall.

India had just come in from the cold - well, it wasn't really cold but she felt cold. Her hair was messy because of issues with the wind - and yeah she was a bit we already. Oh and the heel on her shoe. Loose.

Today is not my day. She thought as she made to walk to the stair case, her shoe wobbling more and more until it finally broke.

"Merlin...could this day get any worse?" the sky didn't open up and rain on her when she said it - but of course it could get worse.

Having made calculations that his friend will pass through here by this time, Hades who was hiding threw three stink pellets onto the pathway as he heard incoming footsteps. With his back pressed on the wall in the shadows, he tried to contain all the chucklings he was having so he won't be discovered.

1... 2... This was going to be good!

India had no idea what was going on - but in one minute there was no one around and the next things were turning topsy turvy and just going haywire. Well, there was a stench.

The stench of stink pellets. It just reminded her of Amelia - and then her eyes fell on no one? Who had thrown it?

"Hello?" she called out, her voice shaking. God - she reeked worse than death itself. I am going to kill you person...kill you with my stinky clothes...ew. "Eww ew ew."

Prank count: 3. Status: Successful.

Wai- Wait! Wait! Wait! Wait! That wasn't Sam! Oh, Merlin! The horror... He had to think of something quickly.

Suddenly, Hades started to groan angrily. "What's with the noise...?" he came out with squinted eyes and sleepy expression. His messy hair was enough to convince that he just woke up. He pretended to yawn and looked blankly at the other girl. "You're...?" he enquired, raising an eyebrow. Darn! His prediction went wrong.

India was peeved alright - peeved enough to not care that the guy walking from the shadows might not have been the person who threw a stink pellet at her. But who cared? A girl could be upset right.

"I'm covered in stink juice that's what." She snapped, taking out her wand she tried to remove the sent. Nothing. All she could think of was changing herself into a Giant Canary and flying off to a bird bath - a bath did sound good though. "Sorry just a little miffed some idiot threw stink pellets and they hit me because my stupid shoe broke right at the perfect time" she rolled her eyes. "I'm India Johanson though you are?" Her tone was still a little bit more rude than normal.

It had to be she was fighting off the idea of getting sick right then and there.

As the smell started to penetrate his nose, Hades covered half of his face, looking disgusted. "That's stink pellets, alright," he confirmed. Of course he knew what they were, he was the idiot in question. Broken shoe? Merlin! She was clumsier than he was! "I'm Hades Vaughn," Hades as in the God of Underworld. "Slytherin, fourth year," he continued trying to bear the smell.

"You should take a shower, you know. I don't think there's any counter-spells for that," well, not that he knew of.

India grumbled. "Yeah there isn't but no use not using a spell to conjure a lovely little clothes pin so I don't have to smell it all the way to the seventh floor" her eyes began to water from the scent as she quickly conjured the clothes pin and attached it to her nose.

Much better. Yes she'd sound odd. "Well" her voice changed to a very nasal sound - typical when your nose is pinched closed, "I'm off to get cleaned up - I'll see you around Hades" she gave him a quick smile pulled off her shoe and started to climb the stairs. "Oh ruddy these stones are cold" she whispered - the nose plug making it more of a squeaking sound.

Gee it was cold outside. Well compared to inside it was cold. She didn't cold weather, cool weather she liked but cold weather; no. She couldn't stand having a frozen toes when she was walking. Especally as she was trailing the walk between her and some clumsy guy as he bumped into her.

Lewis wasn't quite sure if the girl wanted him to walk behind her or if she had agreed with him about something else. Either way, he kept his distance as he trailed after her, quite happy when they finally made it inside the warm castle.

"Ah, that's better." He muttered more to himself than the girl, while rubbing his hands together to get some warmth back into them. His nose in particular felt like it wasn't part of his body really. So looking at it - or attempting to anyway - he pursed his lips a little and started blowing warm air at it.

WOOT! Her toes felt like they weren't forze. Finally. She did not enjoy it out there, very much so. But atleast she came into the warm castle to be warmer. After trailing she didn't notice the boy behind her who muttered something that she didn't really notice but she could hear it. She turned around at the boy, he looked relieved he was inside the castle.

"You looked like you were freezing outside." she said trying not to remind herself of the conversation before which she thought was very... funny.

Evelyn walked into the entrance hall, literally freezing. It was cold. Really cold. Thankfully, it was pretty warm in the hall. At least, warmer than outside.

Evelyn walked to the side and leaned against the wall. She proceeded to rub her hands, trying to get some warmth into them. Brrr. She usually didn't mind the cold but..this weather was extreme.

His nose was starting to feel like it was part of his body again. Lewis stopped blowing air at it when the girl turned back around but kept his lower lip pursed, making him look like he was pouting.

"Huh?" Oh, him outside. Yes. "Yeah, it's SO cold here." Lewis commented with a nod, looking back up at her face. "Why is it so cold?" Why? Why? Why?

Tristan bounded down the stairwell, clad in the multi-patterned sweater his mother had packed for him for weather such as this. He'd unfortunately happened to drop one of his gloves in the entrance hall on his way to the astronomy tower. That's an awful long walk for a kid of his size. But surely he wasn't just going to leave it there. No, the telescope would freeze his hand off.

He glanced around the space for his lost glove. It didn't seem to be-- oh. Tristan's eyes widened as he saw a rather feminine foot pinning his winter wear to the floor.

Just ask for the glove... he thought, mentally pinching himself.

The boy took a deep breath. No, he couldn't do it. His stomach twisted into various knots as it always did when he was set with the task of confronting somebody. Really, this happened all the time. But she looked significantly older than him. If only he could trick himself into viewing her as somebody like one of his professors. Surely he could do that.

Mustering up his courage, Tristan approached the girl and hesitantly tapped her on the arm, hands shaking slightly.

Evelyn had closed her eyes and leaned her head against the wall. She had her hands tucked into the pockets of her coat. Thankfully, she could feel her fingers now.

Evelyn decided to head towards the common room when someone tapped her on the arm. She opened her eyes and looked down at a small boy and he seemed terrified. Like, really terrified. Evelyn gave a warm smile. "Yes?"

Miss Aspen Odessa was patiently seated on the very bottom stair of the Entrance Hall. She was still in her school uniform with her robes unbuttoned for comfort. On her lap was a book, open but mostly being ignored. She was more or less staring into space, deep into thought. Her bag was tucked under her legs so it didn't trip anyone that might be heading down the stairs towards the Great Hall for dinner.

She was actually strategically placing herself to run into a certain Ravenclaw. Obviously Aspen could have waited on him in the Common Room, but she was hoping to catch him before then.

It was dinner time, and though he knew what time dinner generally was served, Cornelius had been lost out in the grounds for the past couple of hours. Well, not lost literally. Okay, part of the time the lost was literal. But for the most part, he was just wandering the grounds, as he had been doing a lot lately. So he was a bit late for dinner that evening, coming in a good fifteen or so minutes past when most students had taken their seats. It had just started getting dark and the winter air was really starting to get to the young man who, though dressed in his warmest uniform attire, wasn't quite prepared for the snow that had just started falling. It was definitely winter.

Cornelius had just made it into the castle as the snow really began to fall, literally sliding in (rather ungracefully at that) because of the ice that had gathered over the past week just outside the Entrance Hall's large doors. So, more accurately, Cornelius Rune stumbled awkwardly into the castle, just barely catching his balance before he actually fell to the floor. "Whew," he let out in a brief breath, closing the doors behind him and shaking off the snowflakes that had found their way onto his robes.

He had just started towards the Great Hall, the smell of food practically calling to him, when he saw Aspen sitting on the steps. His face immediately fell into a small smile, watching her stare off into space for a moment. He'd actually sort of been looking for her the past couple of days. Once again, their schedules proved to be completely opposite, ruining most of any chance to run into one another by chance.

"Hi," he greeted from across the Entrance Hall, stopping dead in his tracks to turn and look at her with a warm smile. Cornelius felt rather stupid for choosing that as his opening line, but it was all he could think to say.

Oh gosh.

The girl had to be at least a foot taller than him, which might have helped with his pretending she was a teacher if he hadn't been superiorly intimidated. Tristan cleared his throat as if to say something, but judging from the tremble running through his body, any kind of sound wouldn't come out of his mouth properly. Even if he tried his hardest. Even at this point he appeared to be shaking from the cold, which could possibly be taken as a proper excuse.

Instead, Tristan pointed to the girl's foot, indicating that she was standing on his glove.

Evelyn's smiled faded a little when she saw how scared he appeared to be. He started to say something but he remained quiet. Erm. "Are you okay, kid?" Evelyn asked, concerned.

And then, he pointed down..at her foot, more precisely. Oh. She was standing on something. She bent down and picked it up, before realizing that it was a glove..his glove. "Gosh, I'm so sorry." Evelyn hurriedly dusted it off before handing it over to him. "Here you go." She smiled, hoping he would relax a little.

Tristan gave a nod of reassurance, taking his glove from the girl and putting it on. Thank goodness his left hand wasn't bare anymore. But now the girl was talking to him... which meant he had to respond. The boy sighed.

Closing his eyes, he tried to calm his nerves. Breathe in, breathe out. And count to ten. Opening his eyes, he popped a peppermint in his mouth, hoping it would do something for his knotted stomach. Just the thought seemed to calm him down.

"Oh yes, I'm fine," Tristen said quietly. "This goes on quite frequently--" he began to start his explanation, but stopped. Keeping his mouth shut usually guarenteed that he wouldn't get hurt. Besides, this girl probably had no interest in his anxiety issues. It was better that way anyhow.

Gosh, was something wrong with the boy? Was he going to faint? Evelyn was a little worried when she saw him close his eyes. She was about to shake him when he opened them again. She gave a silent sigh of relief.

Evelyn gave a bright smile when she started to speak again and...he stopped. Why did he seem so nervous? Was she scaring him or something? Nahh. That wasn't possible. She looked at him for a moment before she simply said, "You can talk to me, you know."

He cocked his head to the side, scrunching up his face and furrowing his brow. He paused a moment before shaking his head. "No I can't," he said blatantly. Though Tristan did suppose that in saying that, he was indeed talking to the girl. He felt his stomach relax and his hands calm their shaking. It was probably the peppermint.

"It's not just you," he assured her, "really I can't talk to anyone. Or not very well at least. I can speak just fine, it's my head that likes to mess me up," he stated. "It tells my stomach to twist and my hands to shake. So I just don't talk to people."

But with every word the little boy felt a sense of victory, as though he had hurdled another obstacle and continued to push forth. He was indeed speaking with somebody that wasn't just his professor.

... Yes, it was probably the peppermint.

When the boy said that he couldn't talk, Evelyn just gave a small shrug and smiled. If he didn't feel comfortable talking with her, she was fine with it. She leaned against the wall again before she asked curiously, "What year are you in?" Hmm. Maybe..if she kept him talking, he would feel better?

When he finished talking, Evelyn gave a small frown. "As you said, it's in your head. I'm sure you can talk to people very well..I just think that you're nervous." She was clearly stating the obvious and she was clearly NOT an expert on human behavior. But yeah, she was trying to help him.