Tay thought about it and finally said, "Chickens, pig, horses, cows, peacocks, pygmy puffs, and owls." She saw that he was reaching for her hand but instead of holding it out for him, Taylor twirled away from him, laughing.

Maxwell reached for her hand as she twirled away and laughed. Instead of giving up he ran up and hugged her, almost falling and bringing them both to the ground. He noticed Logan walking across the lawn. "Hey, It's Logan." He said pointing "Should we go say hi?" he said smiling.

Tay giggled and smiled when he hugged her, almost making her fall. Taylor looked where he was pointing too then smiled, "I think that is a good idea."

"Let's go." He said taking her by the hand and walking over to Logan.

Tay smiled and walked over to where Logan was.

Logan was listening to his Ipod when he noticed Taylor and Maxwell walking over to him. He turned his Ipod off, stuffed it into his pocket and stood up. "Hi guys." he said, smiling warmly.

Tay smiled and hugged Logan. "Hey Monkey, mind if we join you?"

"Hey, Logan! What's up? You don't mind if we hang out with you do you?" He asked.

Logan hugged her back and laughed. "Yeah of course!" he said.

"Oh, nothing really. Yeah go ahead, I don't mind." he said with a smile.

Tay smiled, "Thanks Logan." She sat down next to her friend, "How are you? Anything new?"

Maxwell smiled and next to each of them making a triangle. "Is this your cat?" He said pointing at the small kitten walking around near Logan.

"Eh, nothing really. What about you?" he asked.

Logan nodded. "Yeah, that's Peeta." he said smiling as Peeta bounded over and hopped onto Logan's lap, making himself comfortable before curling up into a ball and closing his eyes.

Tay smiled, "Nothing really either." She laughed and saw Peeta hop onto Logan's lap. "Hey Peeta." Taylor didnt feel weird or stupid saying hi to a kitten. Tay remembered how Logan and her met because of the cute kitten.

Maxwell smiled. "He should be our house mascot, Like a little Gryffindor Lion" He said with a laugh. "Don't you think?" He asked Taylor.

"Nice." Logan said. When Peeta heard his name, his ears perked up and he opened his eyes slighty, and began purring at the sight of Taylor and sleepily made his way over to her, falling over onto her lap. Logan laughed. "He really likes you." he said.

Tay nodded to Maxwell's question. To Logan, she laughed and smiled. "I guess he does." Taylor smiled brighter and started petting him, "I am a little honored and i like him too. His owner isnt too bad either." Taylor giggled and smirked.

Maxwell pulled his flute from a leather pouch on his belt and began to play a random melody.

Logan listened to Maxwell play his flute, a smile on his face. "You're real good, Maxwell." he said.

"Well I don't blame him." Logan said with a grin. He then blushed and smiled. "Who doesn't like Peeta? And thanks." he said.

Tay smiled at Maxwell, "I would dance but i have a sleepy kitten on my lap right now." She laughed and petted Peeta. "I dont know anyone who doesnt love adorable Peeta. I mean he is so cute!" Taylor grinned at Logan. "And anytime Mon."

Maxwell smiled but didn't stop playing. He blushed a little when Taylor smiled at him, not enough to be noticeable but he blushed none-the-less.

Then it was settled. He'll wear the Ravenclaw one for matches, whether they were hers or his own, though, in all fairness, it's not like he had a lot of matches to attend to in the near future. Except the one with Simon during summer.

And she wasn't worrying about it, "Of course you aren't." Because she had no need to do so, he'll be as supportive as possible. It was still rather cute...for her to demand his support.

Demand it. Yes. Ellie was not asking for it.

He wouldn't dream of saying 'No', though, there was no way he could deny himself the chance of seeing her smile, like she was doing right now.

Okay, so, she might be right about that, but...hmmm, no but. She was entirely right, plus, she knew better, considering she'd been the one to wear his jacket over and over again. She definitely knew better. However, wasn't it going to be the same thing with whatever he gave her instead of the jacket? He supposed so. "Wouldn't it be the same?" really, it would, "You could have my scarf...," his favorite one, the one he loved more than anything in the world, the one he's kept for years, "...you know, the blue and purple striped one," she's seen it before, surely. And it wouldn't clash with her hair, nor her uniform. Didn't she like purple too?

That seemed like the best option. And he got to keep his jacket.

NOT an entirely yellow outfit. His jacket was not entirely yellow, by the way. He still laughed, softly. "Not all yellow, and actually...," yes, he was seriously considering it, "...I wonder if being blonde would suit you. I think you could pull it off." Blonde hair. Golden like the sun. Like he used to have before glitter!girl messed with his hair.

Ellie was super excited for the match now. Just to see him wear the shirt. She leaned in and kissed his jaw. Sort of a 'thank you for cooperating'. Heh.

Would it be the same, though?

Probably. Which was quite unfortunate. Could they magically prolong the scent? To keep it longer? At least for however long it'll be from when she's given...whatever it was they decided on, until she saw him again? It wouldn't be....that long would it?

His scarf? "Does that smell like you?" ...Which was probably a dumb question. Treyen's had that scarf for forever as far as she knew. So, she nodded. "I'd like that." Mhm. And maybe...because scarves were long and wrapped around themselves...his smell would be preserved.

"Well then..." If she wasn't going to be wearing all yellow... "I don't know," she shrugged. "I've never thought about it." She didn't care quite that much to wonder if any other color would suit her. "Certainly it wouldn't as much as my natural color does, right?" Because her natural color was what was NORMAL.

Could she just keep on kissing him for the rest of the day? He'd very much like that. Unless a Professor managed to get close to them. And Scabior was one of those with awful timing...so...maybe not too many kisses, then.

Huh? What kind of a question was that? He...didn't even know the answer. He supposed it smelled like him, but he really couldn't tell. "Probably." He finally said, smirking the tinniest bit possible. The answer to that question was the most obvious one, considering just how much he wore it. Of course, it was April, there was no need for a scarf right now, he'll make sure to wear it often before lending it to Ellie. Lending it, because he wasn't giving it away, okay? "Then it's yours." A smile made an appearance on his face again. A sweet smile. "But you'll give it back, eventually." In case she thought it will be forever hers. It was best to clarify it.

Back to being blonde and whatnot. Treyen left her hair in peace as he decided to lie on his back. One of his hands was on the Hufflepuff t-shirt and his fingers slowly stroked the fabric. It was incredibly soft, by the way, much like her hair. The same hair which color she'd never considered changing, and he wouldn't blame her. He didn't want to change his hair color...mainly because he had, last term, and he'd decided he looked better this way. Victoria had been around at the time.

An eyebrow was raised again, and the smirk showed on his face again, "You say it wouldn't, but you've never even considered the option." He was...very much biased towards that hair color, though, he just didn't know it. "You should try it," did she also know the spell that could change her color momentarily? He didn't know it off the top of his head, but..., "Just to know for sure," HE was the one who wanted to know, he was perfectly aware that she couldn't care less.

"You'll make a beautiful blonde, by the way, I'm sure of it." He was. Super certain. She'll probably look less intimidating, which wouldn't work for Quidditch, but will work for him.

"Good." Yeah, she already kind of figured out that it would smell like him. But she had asked, so it was only natural for Treyen to answer. Plus, it was reassuring to hear. The scarf will be greatly appreciated next term, she was sure. "'Course. I don't want to keep it." No. Then the smell would surely fade. She didn't want that.

You know, Ellie was quite enjoying feeling her boyfriend's fingers in her hair. It was a very close feeling to him stroking her cheek. However, she also liked watching him from above, for reasons uncertain to her. So it was nothing to complain about.

Not that she would be complaining about anything today. Cause it was his birthday. So he was allowed to get away with anything, as far as she was concerned.

Touche? "I'm considering it now, though...and I can't see myself blonde." What shade of blonde was he imagining, anyway?

...Did he really want her to try it? Like...Now? "I could...seeing as it's your birthday and all..." THAT was the only reason, Treyen Lockhart. Because she believed people should be treated best on their special day. Even if it meant others doing what they'd rather not. "'Course you'd think that, though," she smirked, "You're a bit biased." He though she was beautiful now, regardless of how many times she's assured him otherwise.

The smile that had been on his face from the moment he saw her, simply widened. She didn't want to keep it, eh? Perfect! Because he wasn't giving it away. It was probably the first piece of clothing he'd chosen on his own. He couldn't remember whether it had been during the summer before his second year, or his first.

Basically, he's known that scarf longer than he's known Ellie. Maybe even Aaron. Shocking.

"Good." That was his reply. Plus the smile from before.

Right. She wasn't really considering it since she was already saying she couldn't see herself as blonde. But...it all didn't matter. Ellie...wait, what? Because it was his birthday? She'd do it? See, it was fairly obvious she wanted to keep the red she had, yet she was willing to change it...just for the fact that it was his birthday today.

But you know, it wasn't that he was a little biased, "A lot, not a little." He corrected, with a wink, before adding something else, "Can you blame me?" And...another wink after that, of course.

"I wonder what else I could ask for...," a smirk resurfacing again, "...since, as you put it, it's my birthday."

His eighteenth birthday. It felt incredibly strange to be already eighteen, truth be told.

Well, he thought of something, perhaps a little bit too evil for a Hufflepuff, and for him...but..., "Say I'd rather hang out at the library today...would you come with me?" YES, very evil Lockhart, but maybe this was the only way, like Arya had mentioned before. Yet he knew there was no way Ellie was going anywhere close the library, much less inside it.