Lunch time. It was probably the best time of the day. Honestly, who didn't like lunch?

Milton sat at the table - which was surprisingly and eerily empty - and began to eat his mashed potatoes. His day so far had been pretty dull. He woke up, went to class, went to more class, and here he was eating. Whoo-stinkin-hoo.

As he was about to shovel another bite of potatoes in his mouth, he stopped when he saw the familiar fiery head of hair of Aurora. It looked particularly pretty today. Looking across the table, his eyes focused on Aurora and that ridiculous Prefect boyfriend of hers. Kennedy. He seriously needed a haircut.

Wait, what was this? The air was unsettling, it seemed. Milton narrowed eyes, wishing he had an extendable ear, and continued to eat his mashed potatoes. He had his eyes on them. Mhm. If there was drama, he wanted to find out what it was.

EEP. Evie didn't want to sit at THAT table over there. The one that she was supposed to sit at because those children were her housemates. Infact, Anton wasn't there, so she didn't see much else reason to sit there right now. That and the fact she didn't want to sit alone when there were clearly people here that could find out that they were her friends, and she could actually learn their names. Instead of 'tall person with a green badge' or 'silly billy food eating person'. Yes, those were the labels she was giving the other students of Hogwarts.

She'd looked at the other tables, and noticed that SOMEONE ('tall person who seemed to have no other friends and sat on his own because his Evie hadn't came to give him a big cuddle') was sitting alone. So Evie squeaked over there in her big ol' rubber welly boots that kept rubbing against one another. Hmpf. And she kept squeaking until she dropped into the seat beside him. "HI." You know, the easy way to greet your FRIENDS.

As Milton chewed his food, he listened carefully and tried to hear anything Aurora and Kennedy were saying. He tried to sneakily watch them talk to get a better idea... Jonathan? Who was Jonathan? Oh, Kennedy didn't look to happy. Heh. Milton smirked. Wonderful.

In the distance, he heard a squeaking noise and wondered if one of the ducks from the pond somehow got into the castle. And it was getting closer. And louder. And suddenly, he couldn't even concentrate on anything the couple at the Slytherin table were saying. Turning his head, he saw a small girl walk up to him. Oh, how brilliant. JUST what he needed.

When the curly-haired squeaker sat down next to him, Milton looked at her for a moment... And then looked back at the Slytherin table without saying anything to her. He was clearly preoccupied.

How rude.

Evie had merely SAT down next to the boy. And said HI. She hadn't poked him, or held his hand like she did with Zekey. And she hadn't tripped him over, or shown him Bearby. Infact, she hadn't even BROUGHT her teddy bear out today. This friend should be incredibly happy about that. But nope, he chose to ignore her.

At first, the youngster wondered if there was a possibility he was blind. You know, because he'd looked and then looked away. Maybe he'd just HEARD her coming, and then realised that he couldn't see her. But then, when she thought about it, she realised that she'd said HI. And that was something he would be able to hear. So he had no right to ignore her. And that was rude. And Evie was not impressed with her friend. So instead of talking anymore, she decided to find out what was more important than talking to her, and having some MANNERS.

HAD HIS PARENTS NOT TAUGHT HIM ANYTHING?!
MANNERS WERE IMPORTANT.
But she forgave him, because he had a pretty face. KINDA LIKE A BEAR. That she could SQUISH. Giggle.

Looking up at him, and then looking where he was looking, Evie found nothing. She was sure he wasn't looking at the big stack of toast on the next table over. SURE OF IT. The only way to find out what he was looking at was to worm her way into his lap and look from HIS point of view. You know, the taller point of view? And that was exactly what she did. There was just enough room under his arm and the table for the little girl to duck under and clumsily crawl into his lap, clinging at whatever bit of clothing and skin she could to save herself from falling under the table and DYING.

[S]"Did you want the toast?"[/b] Because other than a couple of people, that was all Evie could see from here.

Dang it, their voices were too quiet now. But Milton still eyed them carefully, just in case he could catch anything from their conversation. Luckily, the squeaky girl wasn't trying to talk to him anymore. Or squeaking. But he wanted to know what Kennedy and Aurora were talking about! Maybe they were fighting... But usually when people fought, it was louder. They were being pretty quiet. Milton still had hope, though. It was possible.

Maybe Aurora was finally realizing how love-struck she was and was dumping Kennedy's sorry tushy. HA. That would be brilliant.

Milton was so lost in his train of thought, that he didn't notice the girl clamber onto his lap until she was already there and clinging to his robes.

WHAT IN THE WORLD?

"What in Merlin's name do you think you're doing?!" Milton's eyes went wide and he stared at the girl. How did she get on his lap?! WHY was she on his lap?! WHAT made her think this was socially acceptable?! And he wanted so badly to shove her off but he was in public and people would witness it and think he was mean. Even though he was.

He just... didn't know what to DO! So he just sat there, leaning back, holding his hands in the air away from the girl as if she was some infectious little being.

It was his face that caused the first year to yelp a little, and her eyes widened. She'd never had THAT reaction before when she sat in someones lap. Usually she got a hug, or a ruffle of her hair, or whatever she was asking for. But now she was getting a weird look, and...and...and he didn't seem happy with her at all. Oh darn.

She still held onto his robes with one hand, and with the other one she started to play with the curls of her hair : still watching him. Nope, Evie didn't understand what she had done wrong. At all.

"I... I was sitting in your lap to see what you were looking at and...and...ALL I SEE IS TOAST." And for the pure fact all she'd seen was toast, the girl frowned up at him. "Unless you were... ARE YOU SPYING ON PEOPLE MR BIG PERSON THAT DOESN'T LIKE EVIE SITTING IN HIS LAP AND THEN GETS MAD AT HER?! Ohhhh, I bet your mummy wont like THAT." Spying was rude. Unless you were a special agent, and you were on a big case and stuff. Or you were asked to by someone. But she bet Mr too long of a name to keep repeating, wasn't a secret agent. Because he wasn't very discreet.

What secret agent REALLY let eleven year olds sit in their laps and shout about their business? HE WAS A FAILUUUURE.

And she was STILL on his lap. Holding on to his robes. Milton looked down at her tiny hand and tried flicking it away. She was tainting his beauty. And what was all this TOAST business? He didn't want toast. And he most certainly did not want this CHILD sitting on his lap!

Seriously, why did first years have to talk so loud? They were so teeny, yet their voices could carry across the Great Hall about how Milton was spying on Kennedy and Auro-

O___O

"SSHHHH!!!" Milton flailed and clapped a hand over the girl's mouth. What was she thinking?! "Quit talking!" Milton whispered loudly. Then he ducked and hid behind the girl on his lap just in case the two Slytherin's turned to see what all the shouting was for. Not that he was hiding real well, because he was much larger than this small girl.

Evie could have quite possibly cried right then. She'd survived being looked at the way he'd looked at her, but it made her want to tear up and wail loudly when he tried to make her let go of him. IF SHE LET GO, THEN SHE WOULD FALL. AND DIE. Did he not KNOW this?! And she kinda didn't want to die. So she clung on tighter, and STARED at him. This wasn't even fair now. All she wanted was to talk to her friend.

SHUSH?! BUT WHY?! WAS SHE R-

O______O

WHAT WAS HE DOING?! She needed her mouth to breathe!!!

And he was cutting off her oxygen, and...and...AND SHE WAS DYING. But there was no time to die because he was HIDING (WHUT?!) behind her! And she was confused as to why, and his hand was still over her mouth, and she saw no reason for that to continue. So giggling inside her head, the youngster BIT his hand. HARD.

That'd show him.

With his hand clamped over the girl's mouth, Milton peeked around her curly head of hair and watched Kennedy and Aurora again. THERE. Peace and quiet. Things looked tense. Mmm, very tense. Milton narrowed his eyes again. Oh, Aurora was raising her voice. Milton raised his eyebrows. That was kind of ho-

"OOWWW!"

WHAT IN MERLIN'S NAME WAS THAT FOR?!?!?!1?11

Yanking his hand away, Milton stared at the girl. Was she even a girl?! There was a DEMON inside of her!!!

"Are you a bleeding MAD?!" APPURENTLY. Milton raised his hand in front of him and saw crooked little DENTS in his HAND. And now he was going to get FIRSTE-RABIES and DIE. "You could've bitten off my whole hand!" Granted, his whole hand probably couldn't fit in that mouth of hers. But that was something he didn't want to find out.

And WHY was she STILL on his LAP?! NOT OKAY. NO. NOT. NONE. NOPE. NOOOO.

Milton reached for the small girl and easily picked her up from his lap and swiftly set her down on the bench. Faaaaar away from him and his lunch that was now getting cold. HMPH.

"You make me so upset sometimes, I feel like I could lose my mind, the conversation goes nowhere...dundundundundundundun..." Beezus entered the Great Hall, singing. And yes, she was the one who composed it. Maybe her emotions were just ascending a bit higher than usual and it punched right through her musically inclined self?

Hmmm..whatever the reason was, she was going to finish that song. But that can wait until tonight for right at that moment, she was heading to the Ravenclaw Tower for she and Jonathan had agreed on meeting and eating together.

YEP. She was hungry now. After that long gossip talk with Indy, she was pretty much drained out. She sat on the Middle so the Slytherin would see her easily. And guess what? She was in time to witness a dramatic scene between Kennedy and Aurora at the Slytherin table. Beezus grinned, placed an elbow on the table and rested her chin on it.

They won't mind if she watched right? After all, she needed a bit of entertainment as she waited for her big brother friend.

Jonathan went out after a few days of being stuck at the common room and isolating himself from a crowd. But what differences does it have to make, he needs to have something to eat right? Earlier this morning, he just realized that he hasn't eaten much. If it wasn't for his mother's baked goods on his bag, he'd end up of pure hunger by now...

Feeling his stomach growling, he decided to have something decent to eat. So he completely dragged himself to go to the great hall. Entering the place, students seem to be having fun a lot. He went to find a seat over the Slytherin table however, when he was about to sit down, he saw Beezus.

It's lonely to eat alone, so he walked towards the Ravenclaw's table and stood beside where Beezus was sitting down. However, he heard her singing. SINGING?! Jonathan cracked a smile hearing her voice. He didn't know she could sing, not that he has ever heard her singing.

Patting her head, Jonathan sat down and grabbed a plate. "Dedicating that song to someone?" he asked. Well it is more of a rhetorical question, hearing her sing that first line. Question is... to who is the song dedicated?

"I feel like i could lose my mind..." Beezus did a little snapping of fingers so she'd find a nice lyric to follow that line she already had. "The conversation goes nowhere...." And she was rocking her head gently too.."The conversation goes nowhere...goes nowhere..." SERIOUSLY? What can she add?

Placing her hands on her lap, she thought. And thought HARD. "Nowhere...'Cause you're never...." Gaaah! Someone give her some good lyrics! "Cause you're never gonna take me theeeeeeerree.." The Ravenclaw cocked an eyebrow. Ehhh? What was that lyric? Take her where? But she gotta admit, it fitted right through her tune.

She was about to get a piece of parchment from her bag when someone patted her head, causing her face to lean forward and almost collided with the table. "HEEEEY!" She looked at her side and saw Jonathan. "Dedicate? Nuh'uh," she shook her head. "I'm not thinking of dedicating it to anyone." Nod. nod.

"Oh..and...has somebody told you that you look awfully terrible today?" Really, what was with the eyebags and the messy hairdo?

So what is up with the song composition? Is there a homework he does not know about that needs to be done? And she's too dedicated to it too. If it wasn't dedicated to anyone then why is she so focused about it? Come on, people just don't compose songs on a random scale. Take it from a musician, Jonathan composes piano pieces only when he is inspired to do so. Beezus can't lie that out.

"Uh-uh" he said in a sarcastic tone as he saw food in front of him. "So who's it dedicated to?" he asked once more. Beezus, it's pretty obvious that you're making a song for someone. They all looked really sumptuous but for some reasons it feels like his appetite wasn't even there and this is Jonathan.... HE EATS ANYTHING. He shrugged looking at it first, so which one should he shove up in his throat? Jonathan took his utensils and took the steak in front of him with some beans and mashed potatoes.

0_______________0.

Jonathan paused. SHE SAID WHAT? He looks terrible? Jonathan did his best to look okay. He didn't look at the mirror before leaving though, maybe that wasn't such a good idea. He cocked an eyebrow and looked at her , he didn't want to say anything... not even their usually banter against each other. He wasn't in the mood.

Sigh.

Instead he gave her a wide smile as he tried fixing his bangs, flipping them on the sides. "It's in style." he told Beezus "I saw a lot of people in big cities with this sort of style" he added, not even sure if he really did see those people. He glanced over to his food and took the spoon. Then started eating.

Was it really necessary that she dedicate that song to someone? She couldn't think DIRECTLY of anyone she wanted to dedicate that song to. Quite a few made her upset. Like Mordred..then there's also Dylan, and Jonathan even gets her upset sometimes too! "Do I really have to dedicate it to someone?" She asked the Slytherin, then grabbed a plate of her own and took some blueberry muffins.

"Because you know..I just woke up today and I felt like writing a song." Beatrice admitted with a small shrug. Getting a spoon, she scooped from the bowl of gelatin and transferred it to her plate.

"Maybe it's because I've been talking with a few guys who always annoys me lately?" That could be a factor. Oh, well Jonathan, I can't really tell, she wanted to add but her mouth was already full at the moment because she just bit from muffin.

PFFFT. JUST PFFT JONATHAN.

"Are we in on a joke? Are you really telling that's a style? It looks like a cornish pixie had decided to braid your hair..." It seriously looked dreadful, that she couldn't help but frown. She also tried helping him settle his messy hair when he straightened his bangs and shook her head slowly after. "I don't know what happened. But I know something happened." Beezus told him. Because Jonathan, he was always decent looking. Always neat and tidy but now...it seemed like a Jonathan who's possessed by a demon who loves looking messy.

WAS SHE MAD?! Evie took darn offence to that, and growled a little at him.

"You're RUDE." And she wans't mad. All she did was sit in his lap and get ASSAULTED. HMPF. She'd done nothing but give attention, and seek it too, and give love, and seek attention. BUT NO. She got her oxyge supply cut off, and then she got called MAD.

The littlun shrugged when he said she could have bitten off his whole hand, and raised her eyebrow. She didn't really mind. Nope. She didn't mind at all. One less hand for him to stop little girls breathing with. SHE NEEDED TO TELL EVERYONE. EV-UH-RY-OOONE.

"EVERYOOOONE! THIS MEANIE BO BUGGING BEANIE TRIED TO KILL ME." You know, just how it was done all dramatically, with super wibbles afterwards and tear filled eyes. TEAR FILLED.

When he picked her up and set her down, she squirmed, and squealed loudly. SQUIRMED. AND SQUEALED LOUDLY. And she hoped she deafened him, or smacked him in the face. Because he was RUDE, and mean. And he had relocated her when she had been perfectly comfortable there in his lap. And now her mouth tasted of hand.

"We're NOT friends anymore. NOT."

Cornelius Rune was ready for dinner. He was there a little early, but so what? It had been a seemingly endless day and he hadn't had the chance for lunch, and he very rarely ate breakfast, so this was the first time he'd really gotten a meal all day. Scrambling into a seat at the Ravenclaw table, he hardly took a breath before starting to pile food onto his empty plate, trying to pace himself but ultimately failing as his stomach got the better of him. Bookbag left at his feet, he wasted no time in beginning to eat a large sandwich.

Was she.. growling at him?! O_____o

"I am most certainly not rude!" Milton protested. "You're the one who invited yourself to SIT on me!" And that was not okay in the book of Milton, alright?! This was just absolutely ridiculous. He was minding his own business (yes, Kennedy and Aurora were HIS business) and along came this little girl who thought it was okay so SIT on him and INTERRUPT his PEACE and QUIET. And then BITE him. Milton could not believe this-

O________O

"I DID NOT TRY TO KILL YOU!" Milton whispered furiously. He was not a murderer, thank you very much!

O__________O

Milton did not know it was possible for someone to make a noise that loud. After he not-so-gently set the girl down, he scrambled away from her. He still felt his arm get smacked a few times though. He clumsily SMOOTHLY clambered off the bench and got to his feet. Just as the girl said they weren't friends anymore.

Wait. Milton looked at the Slytherin table. Aurora was gone! Milton looked at the curly-haired girl one more time. "First of all; we were never friends. Second of all; I gotta go." And with that, he walked away from the squeaky, flailing, squealing, yelling, annoying girl and LEFT to go find Aurora. And he hoped to Merlin that he wouldn't be followed.

Yes.

That was probably the answer to give. No one 'just writes' songs. They compose because they felt the inspiration flowing into their veins that are all connected which each other. Jonathan composes songs when he is inspired, if he just composes without motivation, it ends up unfinished and ugly. Jonathan shrugged at that thought. He remembered one summer he just wanted to compose because he was bored, it wasn't good.

He nooded to Beezus "Yes, Castell. Inspiration is key to being a musician" DUH! With those lyrics, it's impossible that she woke up wanting to write and not dedicate the song.

Then Jonathan just suddenly burst out laughing when she said the reason. It has been such a long while since he last laughed this loud. That's hilarious... having to compose because she's annoyed of someone. After laughing his heart out, he calmed himself down "I think that's a good motivation" he said still grinning.

JOKE??? PFFFT! But he didn't want to argue as well. So he nodded once more and flashed a smile.

"Thank you" for the cornish pixie had decided to braid your hair compliment. Of course he said it in a sarcastic tone. And then she stated something true but it'll take her a millions please until he tells... oh, not even a millions of those. And then his poker face was on, he looked calm enough "I slept late. I cleaned the dorm rooms...." he said, scooping some mashed potatoes. "... too tired, that's all" he continued.

Inspiration? Inspiration? They were really going to talk about inspiration? Psshh.. That'll just make her stomach ache. And no Jonathan, even if there was an inspiration behind that lyrics, she wasn't going to tell you that. Nope. You're one teasing monster and she wouldn't allow you to tease her.

Because honestly..she was confused as to who she was thinking while she started writing off that song.

The third year Ravenclaw grabbed a cup of pumpkin juice when all of a sudden Jonathan was laughing. Beezus dashingly turned her head in his direction. What was so funny? "WHYAREYOULAUGHING?" She yelled at his face. She wasn't there to be his clown. She never signed up for that. So, why was he laughing? Has he gone insane?

OH. He was talking about her motivation. "It is..In fact, I've been having that motivation like everyday." Hah. Of course. Annoying persons were apparently fond of making her day.

"Psshh Jonathan. Sarcasm doesn't suit you." Beezus commented with a smirk as she drank off the pumpkin juice. Was there no ice cream today? She looked around but found none, at the same time she was still listening to Jonathan? Seriously? Who was he kidding? Cleaning the dorms and he looked like that? Impossible. "Sadly, I don't believe you. That face? Nuh-uh." Beezus shook her head. "Quite frankly, it looks like someone just broke your heart."

Yet that would've been impossible. Kurumi and Jonathan were the ideal couple so now she was VERY curious as to why Jonathan looked so messed up.

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Cornelius Rune was ready for dinner. He was there a little early, but so what? It had been a seemingly endless day and he hadn't had the chance for lunch, and he very rarely ate breakfast, so this was the first time he'd really gotten a meal all day. Scrambling into a seat at the Ravenclaw table, he hardly took a breath before starting to pile food onto his empty plate, trying to pace himself but ultimately failing as his stomach got the better of him. Bookbag left at his feet, he wasted no time in beginning to eat a large sandwich.

To Aspen's delight, the Great Hall was buzzing. This was awesome for two reasons.

1. People were interesting, but BUZZING people were really interesting.

2. All the BUZZ meant Aspen would go completely undetected and she'd be able to observe these creatures in their natural state.

Or, well, almost undetected. There was one boy who was she pretty sure would and could detect her through the buzz. She saved him the trouble of trying and took a seat beside him. He seemed busy, you know, eating, so Aspen left him to it. But she was THERE.

Observing. Him. The others.

Some of her classmates were shouting about murder. That was interesting. Aspen wondered if it was true.

Then she wondered if they needed a detective.

Hmm.

FOOD. That was what was on Darwin's mind right then, and he wandered into the Great Hall and aimed for his house table with the idea of ice cream rolling around his brain. Maybe he'd have some chocolate, or mint, or honeycomb, or some new and exciting flavour that he hadn't had before. Maybe they'd have blue and red ice cream that he could nickname Spiderman-cream. Or something.

Maybe not that. That sounded a bit weird even in the boys head.

All thoughts of food went out of his head though when he heard someone shout that someone was trying to kill them. His head snapped up and he pulled his wand out of his pocket ready to be super Spiderman and SAVE whoever was about to be murdered because, y'know, that'd be a super superhero-y thing to do. He didn't really want anyone being dead now, did he?

It seemed like he didn't need to do anything, though, because as he reached the little girl who'd screamed, an older boy barged past him and left the Great Hall. "Did he REALLY try to kill you?" he asked, keeping his want out in front of him, incase the other boy came back to finish the job, or something. "HOW?"

So they could get rid of the weapon, or something.

Cornelius didn't immediately make any move of acknowledging Aspen. He could tell that it was her though, able to see her brown hair out of the corner of his eyes and simply knowing by her comfortable silence. But he didn't say anything immediately. First, he was far too busy stuffing his face, and secondly, he could tell that she didn't need him to greet her grandly or anything of the sort, especially since she was so preoccupied with glancing around herself. He kind of guessed that she was perfectly happy, if not possibly moreso, just sitting in silence for a few moments.

But when he had finished his sandwich, wiped his hands on a napkin, and taken a swig of pumpkin juice, Cornelius was more than ready to engage in some kind of conversation with the girl that had slowly but surely become one of his favorite things about Hogwarts. Without making a fuss, his hand gently found her own and entwined their fingers, allowing this to be their first contact before his light brown eyes roamed over to find her own gaze. "Hey," he greeted with a warm smile, quietly observing her as she observed all of the different people around them.

It was kind of obvious that Cornelius was happy that she had found her way to the Great Hall at the same time he had, vague amusement crossing his lightly tanned expression as he watched her for just a moment.

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Cornelius didn't immediately make any move of acknowledging Aspen. He could tell that it was her though, able to see her brown hair out of the corner of his eyes and simply knowing by her comfortable silence. But he didn't say anything immediately. First, he was far too busy stuffing his face, and secondly, he could tell that she didn't need him to greet her grandly or anything of the sort, especially since she was so preoccupied with glancing around herself. He kind of guessed that she was perfectly happy, if not possibly moreso, just sitting in silence for a few moments.

But when he had finished his sandwich, wiped his hands on a napkin, and taken a swig of pumpkin juice, Cornelius was more than ready to engage in some kind of conversation with the girl that had slowly but surely become one of his favorite things about Hogwarts. Without making a fuss, his hand gently found her own and entwined their fingers, allowing this to be their first contact before his light brown eyes roamed over to find her own gaze. "Hey," he greeted with a warm smile, quietly observing her as she observed all of the different people around them.

It was kind of obvious that Cornelius was happy that she had found her way to the Great Hall at the same time he had, vague amusement crossing his lightly tanned expression as he watched her for just a moment.

"Mmm," Aspen wasn't QUITE ready to give up her people-watching, but she always ready for Cornelius's hand. Her fingers were already trained and accustomed to his. They knew what to do and twined with those familiar Rune digits.

...

"I was thinking about goblins," she finally told him, as if answering an unasked question. "Imagine if goblins went to Hogwarts instead of humans. I wonder if the Great Hall would be so buzzy?" ...."I was thinking about homicide too. But not together. Separately."

Perfectly normal thoughts, those were.

Aspen cozied up to Cornelius's side and gently put her temple to his shoulder. She was glad she had not-so-coincidentally made it to the Great Hall with him, too.

Goblins and homicide. Okay. Glancing around at the Great Hall himself, he understood where the homicide thing was coming from, since there was a group of people accusing one another of murder attempts. But the goblin thing went straight past the boy who couldn't find any connection in their immediate surroundings. "I don't know much about goblins," Cornelius replied honestly, unable to really engage in any debates about the differences in the buzz-worthiness of goblins vs. humans with his limited knowledge.

But he didn't push the conversation, able to tell to some extent that Aspen was much happier just given the chance to gaze around herself and observe. In every bit of honesty, Cornelius couldn't quite understand what was so interesting about watching other people for more than a few moments, and so he got distracted. Ironically enough, he got distracted watching Aspen.

It was as she cuddled up closer to him that his attention got diverted, his light brown eyes drawn back to the girl that was currently resting her head on his shoulder. He smiled faintly, observing her with honest curiosity behind his gaze. He'd definitely never met anyone like Aspen before.