Surya has walked back to the dormitory quietly. "Phew!! I have had a very busy day. Let me get some sleep", he wondered. He walked on to his bed and within a few minutes has fallen asleep.

Spike glanced at the clock on the bedside cabinet, before pulling the duvet back up over his head. It might be late, but he was in no mood for getting up. In fact, he was in no mood for doing much at all. He gave a quiet sigh, wishing for the umpteenth time that he could somehow rewind the days, and rewrite what had already been done.

He couldn't, however, but burying himself under his duvet was a comfortable second option. Especially since he'd pulled his dinosaur blankie and pillow out from his trunk. Also in the confines of his bed somewhere were numerous dinosaur toys. If in doubt - do what always makes you feel better: play with dinos. He could be a kid again if he wanted to...and he wanted to. Growing up had made him like this. Even wrinkles would be better.

He snuggled down between the layers, T-rex held tightly in his hand.

Aidan woke up feeling particularly disappointed in himself. He waited eleven years and nine months to be able to do real magic! And now he'd been in Hogwarts for almost two months beyond that, and hadn't managed a single spell.

He sulked into the dorms, wearing a pout, but on the lookout for someone that could help.

Sure enough, there was a lump in the bed of someone that could probably do just that.

"Spiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiike!" he called, his frown disappearing the closer he got to the Prefect's bed. "Hey, Spike!" He sat on the bed and began bouncing on it, to wake up the older boy.

Spike wiggled down a bit, getting himself more comfortable. Well, he was until someone came in with other ideas.

"Indy, g-" he started to say. Except, on second thought, that wasn't Indy's voice. Plus, what would she be doing in the boy's dorms anyway?

He would have just ignored the yelling bit, had the bed not starting moving...but it had. Bounce, bounce, bounce. His bed was quite clearly under attack. A hand reached out to the bedside table, and fumbled for his wand - knocking it on to the floor in the process.

That hadn't gone to plan. Hopefully whoever was attacking him was unarmed too?

"Who are you, and what is your business with my bed?" Spike said, peeping out from the middle of the duvet, bleary eyed. He wasn't far off a decent ghost impression, really, until more of his head poked out and his now excessively unruly curls were revealed.

"Oh, hullo Aidan," Spike said, still squinting through bleary eyes. "You do realise this is my bed, and that I was trying to sleep in it?" Or play with dinosaurs. Amounted to the same thing, really.

Aidan laughed all the while it took Spike to realize who it was.

Only for his smile to disappear at Mr. Mopeypants. "It's too late to sleeeep." It was time to get up. PAST time to get up. He was going to waste the whole day away if he stayed under the covers like that. And that was never any good.

"Besides, I need your help." So...he HAD to get up.

Ethan dragged himself up the stairs to his dorm and headed straight for his bed. Events of the day, combined with so many conflicting emotions, pushed to the forefront of his mind and were the boy's only focus. And so he came to the one place he could be alone with his thoughts.. a place were he could be away from the the crazy feelings that girls seemed to bring up. The fifteen year old flopped backwards onto his bed and brought his pillow up over his head, hiding his face.

He'd never missed Jean-Pierre so much in his life. The boy desperately wished his best friend was here.. he would know what to do. Of course, he could always owl him.. but talking in person was always better. So he was pretty much stuck.. How was it that he had been at Hogwarts nearly three months and not one of his friends was a guy - they were all girls.. Maybe that was part of the problem..

And the worst part of it was, he was fairly certain that someone was going to get hurt.. though the one hurting right now was him.

"Who says?" Spike asked, pulling the duvet around his head and under his chin to stay warm. "I thought I was the Prefect and made the decisions?" He was quite happy under the duvet, thank you very much. Or as happy as he could be...all things considering. Which, wasn't all that happy at all - but Aidan didn't need to know that.

BlinkBlink.

"You...need my help?" Spike pulled the duvet down from his head and stretched, showing his dinosaur pajama top in the process. There might have been a couple of plastic dinosaurs poking out from in amongst the covers too. "For what, exactly?" He frowned slightly. Why would Aidan want him? For squishing things, yes. For exploding things, yes. But just help?

"You haven't set the Common Room on fire, have you?" he asked suspiciously.

Dragging his feet up the stairs, not looking where he's going due to him staring into space, Mick entered the boys' dorm. But not without stubbing his foot into the last top step, painfully. Mother of Mary, that hurts! he thought to himself, while keeping a brave face. His eyes blinked back to reality, he noticed there were others in the room. Mick slightly waved to everyone, with a small grin on his face. "I'm okay," he said awkwardly.

Mick took a running start before hopping successfully onto his bed, I still got it, he thought as he proudly looking at the ceiling. An old derby hat sat on his bedside table with a card beside it. Mick turned to his side to pick up the hat and the card. He saw a glimpse of it as he ran to his bed but didn't think anything of it. The card read Michael, written in his father's handwriting. After flipping to the back of the card, he swiftly proofreaded the message inscribed and then dropped the hat on top of his head. Dad knows I hate being called Michael, and he calls me that anyway. Things never change...

At the corner of his eye, he observed a boy next to his bed looking down on the dumps...Or really likes sleeping with his face buried in a pillow. "Yo, mate! Anything wrong?" Mick asked, glancing at the guy.

Ethan had dozed off, pillow covering his head and drowning out the soft snoring coming from the other side of the room. He was snapped awake by some sort of noise or commotion nearby, he wasn't sure which having fallen asleep for a few minutes, and he peeked out from beneath his pillow. He didn't really see anything out of the ordinary and his eyes landed on the boy in the bed next to him.

And the boy must've seen him as well.. Ethan shrugged into his pillow. What was wrong.. nothing .. everything.. He didn't know where to begin really and he wasn't sure if this guy was just being polite or if he could actually talk to him. He pulled the pillow off of his face to get a better view of the other boy. Nope, he was fairly certain he hadn't seen him before.. Had they shared a room these past few months and Ethan hadn't noticed? That was quite possible as he used the dorm for only sleeping and didn't spend any other time here.

The fifth year thought for a moment before sitting up on his bed. Maybe the guy wasn't all that interested in a complete stranger's troubles.. but maybe he'd start off in general terms and gauge the boy's interest. Looking over at the other boy, he said, "Have you ever felt that you had to make a decision about something.. but no matter what you decided to do, it would be wrong?"

Mick saw that the boy, who appeared to be the same age as him, was sleeping after all. He was about to apologize for waking him up until the boy started talking. Mick pretended to ponder on the question by staring into space.

"Never," he finally said. "I always felt that if I ever needed to decide on something, I'd just follow my insticts and do whatever without any regrets. But, that's just my care-free way of living." The truth is, Mick tends to act before thinking and it has landed him in trouble a lot. But he has no regrets. "How rude of me, my name is Mick...and may I ask, what are you having trouble deciding on?"

Ethan nodded solemnly as he listened to the other boy. It made good sense.. but it didn't really help his dilemma. He sighed, then was about to open his mouth to add more when the boy introduced himself. Oops, Ethan felt a bit rude himself.. but he blamed that on having just awakened. Giving him a weak, yet friendly smile, he replied, "Good to meet you Mick.. I'm Ethan."

"But what if your instincts told you one thing.. and before you could act on it, they told you something else?" That was the problem.. or at least part of it. The boy had been somewhat sure of himself until circumstances changed things. And now, though he thought he knew what he wanted, there was still a nagging little voice in the back of his head. Ethan looked over at Mick and thought for a moment before replying. "Well.. I guess basically I feel caught between two girls.. And whatever decision I make, one of them will be hurt." That part was inevitable really.. he sorta wished he was the kind of guy who could date a string of girls without worrying about the consequences, but he wasn't. And now that he had said the words out loud, he thought his problem sounded kind of dumb.. but it was all his.

Mick tipped his hat to Ethan, his way of saying 'likewise', and listened attentively to his dilemma. But when he mentioned girls, Mick grew a bit nervous inside. He just met the guy and didn't want it known that he isn't very knowledgeable when it comes to the opposite sex. Even though he had just met Ethan, he would like to help out.

"Well," Mick started, "If I'm really sure about one thing, I'd go for it..." He paused because he was at a lost for words. We're talking about girls...I honestly wouldn't know what to do. His guess is as good as mine, he thought. A part of him wanted to wing it, but he doesn't know how to do that either. "I hear this a lot in songs, but maybe there's some truth in it. 'Follow your heart', you know? I don't know," he said, beginning to frown. "This sounds silly but I'm just as lost as you."

Ethan stared at a spot on the floor and nodded slowly, absorbing Mick's words. Follow your heart.. Had he done that? Possibly, but he wasn't sure. And there was still that part of hurting a friend.. but maybe that couldn't be helped and he'd just have to accept it and move on.

Ethan chuckled lightly and gave Mick a grateful smile at his last words. "No.. I really appreciate the gesture.. and for having someone to talk to." And he sincerely meant that. He wasn't sure if the advice would help, but at least the boy was interested enough to listen and offer his assistance. He looked at the other boy for a moment, contemplating. He felt like he could trust him enough to give him some detail.. and maybe see what he thought after that.

"Well.. to give you some specifics.." he began, "There is this girl who I'm friends with.. I know she'd like to be more than friends and I'd like to get to know her better myself. I had thought about asking her out.. but before I had gotten the chance to, I asked someone else out." He paused for a moment, thinking how best to continue. "She's a friend too.. and I know she also wants to be more than friends." He'd be surprised if the whole school didn't know after she practically announced it at the last Quidditch match.. Taking a deep breath, he added, "I really like her though.. and I guess I got caught up in the heat of the moment." He thought about how close he came to kissing her. "I did tell her that I just wanted to see how things worked out though.. People at this school seem to like jumping into relationships." And he was not ready to be anybody's boyfriend. "I'm just not sure if I did the right thing.. or if there is a right thing.. What do you think?" He took another glance at the boy. "I'm just worried about one of them getting hurt.. they're both my friends, you know?"

The more Ethan described his troubles, the more Mick understood was able to come up with a better answer. Even though girl troubles are kind of new to him, Mick mostly spent time with his guy friends or his parents. At least he was doing his best to offer help.

"To tell you the truth, someone's going to get hurt either way," he replied, glancing out his bedisde window before looking back at Ethan. "The way it sounds, there's no avoiding it. You should probably let the girl know, the friend you mentioned first, that you're not entirely sure on your feelings for her." He stopped to think about what else he wants to add. Everything coming out of his mouth sounded right to him. Maybe he knew more than he lets on. "As for the girl you did ask out," Mick said, "let her know that you don't want to rush into things. I may not know her, but I'm sure she'll understand. It's not like you asked her to marry you..." He paused for a moment, and jokingly smirked at him. "Did you?"

It happened so suddenly, and quietly, but it happened all the same: the students who had been hanging out in the Ravenclaw boys' dorms suddenly found themselves pushed out of their dorms, shoved out of their beds, rolled out of their common room, and generally ejected from their House's private area.

An unseen force repelled all Ravenclaw students from the Common Room and attached areas and locked all entrances and exits to the rooms. The Common Room was officially locked and sealed.

With each passing step Vickers took walking away from the barn the more manic his emotions grew. By the time he saw the castle doors he was sprinting like the wind, zooming through the entrance hall, erratically climbing, descending and jumping up steps on the stairs all the way up to the Ravenclaw Common Room. He rushed through the dorms and threw all of his—and Max’—things all over the place just looking for that box Vivi gifted him from Christmas. It was the perfect time to unleash it mmhmm.

Oh there it is, right on the bedside table where he left it. He swipes it off the table and scampers out of the dorms. He had other stops to get to today!