"Don't worry.She's just......mean,"Cardigan said,keeping herself from saying something worse.Much much worse.Gosh was Ariana mean!Meanest person she's ever met!Well,except for three certain adults...Well,that didn't matter right now.At least she was dry!Well,mostly dry.Her hair was still drippy, but whatevs.That was the least of her worries.What she was mostly worried about was Ariana.And her friend.Yeah,her friend.Curse them...

"Okay." Logan said, looking at her with concern. Why did Cardigan not like her so much? He glanced at the two and then back at Cardigan, his head cocked.

"Do you really want to know?"Cardigan asked Logan,refering to his cockish head.He seemed....'interested',if you know what I mean.Gosh.She really didn't want to.It would probably just make her burst into tears or something else like that.Hopefully he didn't want to know....

Maxwell stood there continuing to watch the first years through the corner of his eyes, they were weird... 'were we that weird?' He thought to himself. 'When i was a first year i would have never stood for this...there would have been an all out snowball war!'

Maxwell then turned to Ariana and said not too loudly. "You're right she is a wet blanket! were we that lame first year too?"

" no, we were quite awesome actually."

"That's what i thought!" Maxwell said to Ariana

Ariana Laughed And then eyed Cardigan once more. ugh she really did NOT like this girl not one bit.

"Let's!" was all Tayla managed to say before standing up and getting hit by another of Sophie's snowballs. She threw another to Sophie's direction and hid again. "I've been there once. When I was first year. Want to come, too, Gwen?"

Tayla laughed suddenly. It was tricky throwing snowballs and talking at the same time, but she was having fun.

Suddenly, Gwen realized she didn’t manage to duck fast enough any time a snowball came closer to her. I’ll need to hide behind something…, the third year told herself and turned her head, starting to scan the place. Hmm… Tayla is behind the rock, Sophie behind some tree… and that means I remain with… the Whomping Willow.'Oh, you have got to be kidding me’, she mumbled.

’That sounds good!’, the young Ravenclaw replied. Because the common room and the places where she hanged out the most were either in the upper part of the castle or outside, Gwen had no reason to get down to the kitchen very often. Truth be told, she hadn’t been there only a few times so far. ‘Of course’, she smirked.

The Whomping Willow wasn't somewhere she would usually go, the idea of getting hit by a tree wasn't in her list of things to do, but she couldn't resist a walk by it at least. So here she was wondering near a tree that could hit her in any moment, she wasn't risking her health at all, sigh. Stuffing her hands into her jeans pockets she sulked past, her head down not even bothering to pick a fight with anyone or even look at them.

James gazed at the tree. It was far to tempting to run at it, see if it really would hit him. Probably. Ah well. James spun around and walked into someone. "Jeez, I am so sorry," he faltered slightly. Was this that Enya he'd met so long ago? "Did I..um..hurt you?" James tried to help her up. What an idiot he was.

She swore that wherever she went around the school people just bumped into her! Argh. Enya hadn't been expecting it to happen this time however considering she'd not even started on anyone but yet again she found herself lying on the grass at someone's feet. Now she was angry however. Without a pause to even look herself over and looked up and glared at the person who held a hand out to her saying his sorry's.

"No don't even bother!" She cried pulling herself up from the ground and brushing herself over.

"Don't you know how to look where your going?" She asked rudely looking at him once more, she had half a mind to notice that she had met the guy before somewhere but she'll get to that later...

Well. Someone got up on the wrong side of the bed.

James held his hands up. "Sorry," he muttered, not bothered to brush off the mud on his own shins. He was slightly nervous about making a wrong move. But he had met her before. He smiled his one million pound (it was England after all) smile. Where had he met her? Wasn't her name Enya or something like that?

"Apparently." He snapped back, dropping his hands. So much for being nice to her. If she wanted to be like that, that was fine. "I did say I was sorry." James sighed, pushing his hands into his pockets. Something wooshed by his ear. WHAT? He turned and grimaced at the branch swinging around their heads.

James pushed her down to the ground and ducked himself. "Sorry, you just don't wanna get hit, do you?" he asked rudely. He held out a hand to pull her up, not that she'd take it. But, he was a gentlemen...mostly.

Enya glared at the guy as he spoke to her with his annoying voice and his rudeness! She opened her mouth to shoot more nasty words at him but yet again found herself on the floor, this time with him on top of her!! Enya was lost for words, what was he playing at!? She asked herself moving away from him, she'd done nothing to annoy or hurt him so why was he ruining her outfit and hair!?

Glaring at him still she pushed away him offering hand with force and pulled herself from the ground once more. "What are you playing at!?" She screamed at him before looking down at her clothes that now had grass stains all over them. She didn't seem to hear his comment about not getting hit by a tree, she just saw red.

"Look at my clothes! Look what you've done to my clothes!!" She screamed at him. ",and my hair" She whimpered then putting her hand up to her brown locks.

"Uh...saving you maybe?" James snapped back. Gawd, she was annoying. "I could've let you been hit of course. Probably would've done everyone a favour." Grr. No point being gentlemenly any more. What a, he couldn't even think of a bad enough word. "Hmm...I'm starting to wish I had a time-turner," he hissed. The longer he fought with her, the more he tried to wrack his brains for where he'd seen her.

Wow. He had never met anyone so surface and no substance. "I improved them," James said stubbornly. Not really of course but he wasn't about to apologise...again. "Get. Over. Yourself." He hissed through clenched teeth. "I've apologised already. What more do you want me to do?"

"Oh aren't you the gentleman" She said sarcasticly as she brushed off yet more grass from her clothes. They were RUINED! Glare. She could had just taken out her wand and done a little flick of her wand to, you know, clean them up but what was the point in that? She'd rather carry on down the road she was on. It's been days since I've had an argument with someone, she thought as she straightened and glared at the boy once more. "I don't care if you or anyone else thinks that I deserved to be hit. You. Had. No. Right. To. Push. Me. Over. What did I ever do to you!?" She demanded taking a step towards him.

"Do I even know you?" She then asked. She lifted her hand and poked him hard in the chest, not taking her eyes from him. For once in her life his good looks didn't distract her, not saying he wasn't good looking because well he was. She was just very angry. She was however shocked at his comment about her clothes? They. Were. Ruined.

"You can fix me clothes, and my hair, that's what you can do" She felt she could have asked for more but at that moment those two things were more important.

"Er...well yeah, sure. But if you don't wanna tell me you don't have to...it's up to you. But remember, I'm your friend and I'm always here for you..." he said smiling.

Logan overheard them talking. Logan was lame? He turned his head over to them. Why did they have to judge him so quickly?! They hadn't even met him! Gosh...he didn't judge them or call them mean or lame or anything! He didn't judge people just because they hung out with certain people. That was just plain stupid. He then cocked his head again. Why did second years act like they were sooo much older than first years? Siriusly! They were only ONE year apart, oh big difference! He rolled his eyes, and began plucking at the grass.

Cardigan shook her head no.She really didn't want to.Not at all.It was just,too hard to explain and Logan would probably just freak out.Freaking out was not necessary.No no no no no.It was simply just a threat,what Ariana said that day.Well,hopefully.On the outside she was all cool and standupish.But on the inside,she just wanted to roll up into a ball and bawl her eyes out.Ariana was that mean!All Cardigan and her friend had done was talk rather loudly and stand up for themselves.But no,Ariana had to go all out saying how she was gonna make her first year a Bloody Hell!Not cool!After the comment about her being a wet blanket and all that other nonsense,she'd had it.It was all too much to bear.But make a whole scene about it?Naw!That would be much too juvenile,wouldn't it?Sure,her eyes would still tear up;sure,she would still feel like rolling up into a ball and bawling her eyes out like before,but that would just prove her 'weakness',right?Ariana was just too mercenary to even consider the thought.

This was true: she heard him just fine. Although he pretty much said that just to make light of his bad singing.

Oops. His reaction to her name must have been a tad obvious because he noticed a faint blush grace her cheeks. It was surprising, though, that he just happened to stumble upon the other woman.. of all people! "Oh, uh.. nothin'. I just might have heard your name somewhere or somethin'.." Pfft. Great recovery.

Of course, she laughed at his name. Geez Louise! He could never get away from that, could he? There was nothing wrong with 'Paulie'! He gave an exasperated sigh. "My real name is Paul. Although 'Paulie' is way better." And that was THAT.

Joao. Yes, Joao. Why did he ask about her knowing him? Oh, HMM. Let me think about this one. "I ask 'cause you are the other woman. You know, he's technically dating one of my friends. Or.. was." He scrunched up his brow. Were Joao and Louisa still dating..?

"Aww...You're too sweet," he retorted sarcastically. James glared back at the girl. He usually won arguements but this girl was stubborn and it was the best fight he ever had. Her clothes were pretty ruined alright but so was his! Not that he really cared but still! She could think of someone other than herself. He brushed the dirt from his robes off, glaring at her all the while. "Jeez, take it easy would you? I didn't mean to push you, I didn't mean to fall on top of you and if I had the choice I would've avoided you."The last part wasn't true of course. She was waaaaaay to pretty to avoid.

Did she even know him? "I don't know but I think I'd remember someone as obnoxious as you," he snapped. He did know her from...somewhere. He glanced down with contempt at her finger. When he felt such anger and annoyance at her why did he keep noticing the really cute little quirks about her that made her very good looking. GRRRRRRRRRRRR.

"Fine then." He waved his wand and the stains disappeared. "Your hair looks batter like that anyway." And he wanted to torment her by not fixing it. "Is that all?"

Logan nodded. "Okay." He said, giving her a reassuring smile. If Cardigan didn't want to talk about it, she didn't have to. Logan was fine with that.

Evelyn looked at him suspiciously. Heard her name somewhere or something? "Where did you hear my name?" She definitely wasn't going to let this go. Gosh, his reaction was so weird..

The sixteen year old frowned at his reaction. Yeah, she found his name funny but it wasn't like she laughed aloud or something. "Yeah..well, Paulie is.." Hilarious. "..good." Evelyn finished with a smile, hoping it would comfort the boy.

WHAT!? Other woman? What other woman? So, what if Joao was dating someone else? Honestly, she didn't care at all since she barely knew him. Geez, what on earth was this guy talking about? She could feel her smile fading as she stared at him. "Can you please tell me what you're on about?"

Enya noted his sarcasm but decided to ignore it, instead she waited for the spell he would have to cast on her to correct her hair and clothing. As she waited however she looked at the guy before her in more detail. She couldn't shake the feeling she had seen him before, she didn't usually forget such a good looking face but this time she couldn't think. She wanted to fall for his charm but she couldn't shake the hateful thought she felt for him. After all he did ruin her good afternoon where SHE WAS TRYING TO STAY OUT OF THE LYMELIGHTS. Argh.

Folding her arms across her chest she waited impatiently and was glad when he finally fixed her clothing. Well that was one thing down, another to go, but he didn't fix her hair. With a glare she pulled out her wand and waved it towards her head. Her hair fixed itself in a second but still she did not put away her wand.

"What are you incapable of completing your tasks?" She taunted taking a threatening step towards him. Now up close she noticed his features more and again tried hard not to fall for his charm. "I came out here to walk and NOT to be pushed over by anyone. I don't care what you look like or who you are..." She didn't finish her sentence but instead glared at him waiting for him to make his move.

She was sooo annoying. Why would she care so much about her hair? It didn't matter that much. When had he met her before? She was obnoxious, vain and stubborn. But they were getting closer and closer and she was getting prettier and prettier. "I liked the way it was when it was messy," he hissed, narrowing his eyes at her. James rubbbed the back of his neck, something that he did when he was aaaaaaaannnnnngry, for some unknown reason.

He didn't move back. He eyed her wand, not nervously but amused. He smirked. She reeeeally thought that would scare him. He pulled out his wand and his smirk widened. He leaned in slightly closer, and murmured "Two can play at that game as I'm sure you know..." not that he would hurt or jinx her. He'd just block the ones she shot at him. After all, he couldn't hurt or get beaten up by a girl!

"Apparently so!" he snapped. Grrrrrr. She was getting on his nerves, despite how pretty she- WAIT? HOW HE LOOKED? Well this could be fuun...His smirk widened. "And how, may I ask, do I look?" He sniggered. He couldn't help noticing how close they were and if he just leaned in...

"What a nice day to go out and play guitar." Logan thought to himself as he made his way down to the Whomping Willow, carrying his guitar. His kitten Peeta, bounded after him. He looked around, and noticed there were quite a few people here. He smiled and found a comfy spot to sit. He took his guitar out, and after tuning it, he began singing and playing a new song he just learned that he really liked. Peeta hopped into the open guitar case and snuggled up there, his yellow eyes peeping over at Logan as he sang and played.