This would be quick and painless. It wasn't giving in, nope. It was giving a centimeter. This way, neither of them lost, and Presley would have her friend back, sort of. She strode into the dormitory, and left her note (in special monogramed stationary) on Elliot's bed.

She made sure that the note was perfectly straight on the covers of Elliot's bed, and quickly left the dormitory. It would be incredibly uncomfortable if Elliot were to walk in just then.

Elliot sighed...she had had a long day, classes were a bit much, and though her weekend had been better than usual(thanks to Maxwell!) she was truly exhausted. She might even take a nap before dinner. Which she NEVER did...

She dropped her backpack gently on the ground, and was about to plop down on her bed when...

Something caught her eye.

She picked up the note, and raised an eyebrow. She knew the handwriting, well, though, and almost instantly knew who it was...Presley. She sat down in her bed and quickly read it.

For some reason, it irritated Elliot. Like, a lot. And all of the stuff she had wanted to apologize(ish) to presley for rushed from her mind...

Only be friends for the sake of looking okay on the outside? It definitely sounded like such a pureblood thing. Something her father would do. And maybe Elliot somewhat agreed, but she hoped that Presley wanted to mend their friendship because she actually wanted to be friends with Elliot...and not just to 'look' good.

She huffed a bit, her annoyance showing on her face, and she rushed to the owlery...

Lalalalalalaaaa.

Blue tugged off her jumper and tossed it into her hamper and changed into her lovely snuggly pajamas mentally making a note to get warmer ones BECAUSE WINTER WAS COMING PEOPLE. But it was all lovely and cozy in the dorm and it always seemed to be warm. Which was even lovelier. Everything was JUST. SO. LOVELY. She twirled around the middle of the dorm and collapsed on a random bed (that wasn't her's).

She was way too hyper and happy to go to sleep NOW.

Hehehehe.

PARTY AND SUGAR PLEEEEEASE.

'Sides, it was the weekend - she could stay up late.

Elise stepped out of the shower, towel atop her head like a turban and snug pyjamas on. She was feeling all pink and lovely today, and she'd used strawberry scented soap today to top it off. Her feet were snug too, in their bunny slippers.

Shuffle-spinning into the dorms, she beamed widely. It was always so warm in there that Elise was so sure it was enchanted to be that way. Twirl. Twirl. Whoops. Almost tripped there.

Making her way over to her bed, she noticed a figure already there. Oh, it was Blue! Elise liked the younger Ravenclaw, she always seemed to have something strange to say. And she was cool. Another word she'd learnt from the girl. "Hi Blue!" she beamed, flopping onto the bed beside her. "What're ya doing on my bed?"

Blue giggled at the top of the four-poster canape for no apparent reason. She was just so super glad it was the weekend. Even the she had a stack of homework waiting for her. Eh. Well. She'd probably just leave it till Sunday. Tonight was about partying. ...Even if it was on her own. That was cool too. Meant she could sing and dance and whatever. Hehehehe. *GIGGLE*

Hi Blue.

WHOOP! Someone to PARTAAAAY with! AND-AND-AND it was ELISE! Blue giggled some more. "YOU HAVE A TOWEL ON YOUR HEAD! IT LOOKS LIKE A FUNNY HAT!" And that, to this hyper little child, was absolutely hilarious. She burst into even more giggles (if that was possible) and fell back on the bed, clutching her side. "Oh. I'm on your bed because I was twirl twirl TWIRLING and I fell on to it."

OH! OH! OH!

Blue hopped up off the bed and tugged at Elise's hand. "LOOK! My mommy sent me these as a I-miss-you-so-much present!" She pulled her friend over to her bed and gave her a little push, getting her to lie on the bed and ran over to the oil lamp and turned it off. "OOOOOOOH. Spookyyyy." Giggle. She skipped over to her bed and lay down beside Elise. "LOOKIE!" Glow-in-the-dark stars on the ceiling thingy.

"Cool, right?"

BEAMBEAMBEAM.

Oh, Elise knew she had homework to finish. But it was late, and she was totally not in the mood to do it. Besides, it was only Friday night. She still had tomorrow and Sunday to get it done with, as well as a few other days for the essays. Like that ridiculous Muggle Studies one. The one on superheroes. It was outrageous.

Hearing an excited giggle, Elise raised a hand to her head. Oh, her towel was still there. "It's called a turban, Blue," she stated simply. And then unraveled it and tossed it over her chest for it to dry. And her slightly damp hair fell across her back. And maybe wet her top a little, but it would dry. Soon enough.

Twirl twirl twirling? Elise assumed that Blue was on one of her many sugar rushes and decided that pirouettes around the dorms would be a good idea. And eventually she had lost her balance and promptly fallen onto her bed. Because her bed was strategically located near the window and near the view and it was easy to flop onto.

Elise felt a tug on her hand and shrugged, sitting down on the bed. Oh. Push. Right. Lying down, Elise pulled her hair out from under her neck and let it spread across the sheets. "Very," she said, nodding in response to Blue's exclaimation of spooky.

A moment later, though, something green started glowing on the ceiling. They were stars! And they were pretty awesome! "They're real nice, Blue!" she grinned, reaching up a little, as if to touch them. "You know what'd make it better?" she asked.

"Jelly beans!" she beamed, pulling them out from the drawer of her bedside table. "My sister sent them from Salem, and there's no way I can finish them on my own." So Blue? Take that as your personal invitation to eat as many as you want. Cause it was a huge bag.

Presley knew it was Friday night, and by all counts she should be out having tons of fun. But she wasn't. She flopped down on her bed in the dormitory. All of her letters had been sent and now it was time to wait for responses. Besides, who would she have fun with? Elliot had a boyfriend, and Presley didn't, and everyone else had changed so much in the time Pres had been gone from Hogwarts. Her search for a boyfriend that had started today at the pep rally had been so far unsuccesful. She was just having one of those days. Hopefully Maine, or Manolo, or her father wrote back soon.

"A turban?" Giggle. "That's a funny word. I want a funny hat too!" So she picked up a random pillow and attempted to balance it on her head. ...It obviously fell off her head. Which made her giggle. "Here, I'll get my jumper from me hamper...I'll make THAT into a turban." She skipped over to the pile of dirty clothes (note to self - send them down to the house elves) and picked up her gray, scratchy jumper and wrapped it around her head. "THERE. Now we both have turbans." But Elise took her's off. Le frowny face.

She clapped her hands excitedly. "We should tell scary stories or something!" Hehehe. C'mooooon Elise. Get hyper, would ya? It was no fun being one big ball of energy hopping around the dorm if you didn't have someone to laugh uncontrollably with you. She picked up the oil lamp, careful not to burn herself, and brought it over to her beside table in case they wanted the light again.

"Aren't they?" She smiled at the stars. "And if I can't fall asleep, I just count them." Even though there weren't that many. But she just re-counted the ones she'd already counted but it worked just as well. OOOOOOOH. Something to make it even better? "What? What what what?" OH THE EXCITEMENT.

"JELLY BEANS! I LOVE JELLY BEANS!" She BEAMBEAMBEAMed at Elise and plucked one out of the packet and popped it into her mouth. "YUMMY. Waaaait - you're sister goes to Salem? AWESOME." Coooooooool.

"I guess it is," Elise giggled, shrugging. The word turban could be really fun to say. Eyeing Blue as she attempted to balance the pillow on her head, Elise burst out into a fit of giggles. And when Blue bounded off to get a turban for herself, Elise cucked the pillow back into its place. Aww, Blue in a turban. Smiling, she took the towel back from its place on its hanger and wrapped it back around her blonde curls.

"You know any good ones?" she asked. Scary stories that is. Elsie didn't really know very many, and all the ones she knew were Muggle ones. And taht was because Eddie was obsessed with them.

"There're only 21 of them," Elise giggled, looking at them. "I normally talk to the moon when I can't sleep. It makes me feel closer to my mom and my brother and my sister." Cause they were all looking at the same moon and talking to it, no matter how far away they were. And even if her mom had passed on.

"Me too!" she beamed. "And every colour tastes different too!" It was awesome, to say the least. These Muggles sure knew how to create good food. "Yeah," she beamed. "Her name's Elysia. She's at the University there, studying Wizarding Law." Mmmhmm. Ally was a debater by nature, though Elise didn't know who would debate with her on the different shades of pink in a courtroom.

Then, Elise turned her head a little to notice someone sitting in a corner staring at them. Maybe she wanted to join them, but was just shy? Squinting a little, she realized that it was Presley! "Presley!" she grinned, waving. "You want to join us?"

They could eat candy and talk and party and be girly all night long. And have fun, obviously. Cause having fun on Friday night was mandatory.

Join them? Pres knew that Elise was only a year younger than her, but she seemed so young when hanging out with the little second year that Presley didn't know. But what better things did she have to do? Nothing. Her boyfriend hunt had been fruitless for the day, and Elliot was out with her own boyfriend. Her homework for all of the next week was finished, her workout done...Presley had nothing to do. She shrugged. "Sure, I guess so. What are you guys doing?"

The thought struck her that the other girls were both in thier jammies. And Presley wasn't. Which instantly made her feel out of place and over-dressed. She was still in her pep rally gear, having just come from there. She kicked off her adorable heeled boots and her jewelry and hat until she looked pretty casual in her white top, skirt and socks. That was a little bit better.

Maybe if she wore pajamas AND a jumper AND the thickest socks possible, maybe then, Vivi would be warm. Maybe. She huddled in the middle of the bed with the curtains shoved back, surrounded by stacks of books, but Vivi was considering pulling her blanket up around her shoulders.

The tragic part was that it wasn't even winter yet. How cold was this poorly insulated tower going to be in winter? Maybe two pairs of socks? Maybe she could light Louisa's bed on fire while the girl was out of the room and finally be warm again?

Spike was late AGAIN and she had to see to some of his duties for the sake of his adorable curls. It's why Louisa pushed the dorm's door open with so little energy, dragged her feet inside, repushed it close and headed for her bed. "So over this the-castle-is-lost-so-help-me-around-prefect thing," she whined flopping down on her neat sheets and started to take off the three layers of clothes. Louisa looked at Vivi then, and saw how snuggled she looked with that blanket and books surrounding her. "I just made my way down to the dungeons twice in half an hour." Pause. "Are you cold?" It wasn't THAT cold, was it?

The shoes were kicked away, then the first pair of socks, then the leg warmers. She didn't even care if her companion caught some stench out of it, she just wanted to snuggle in her bed and relaaaax before starting some light DADA reading. Louisa got up and started taking off her two jackets, scarf, and sweater down to her jeans and lighter sweater. No folding anything, she just left them sprawled over the armchair by the tea table, some house-elf can get to them.

"Dunno why a castle even needs dungeons. They should fill them in and make the Slytherins live with the owls," Vivi pulled the blanket up over her head to make a hood, tugging it tight around her ears to keep out any draft. She looked like a very fuzzy blue dementor. Scary.

"I'm cold. It's the season change, I think, and I'll get used to it, but right now I can't get warm. I want cocoa and a roaring fire, and you're lucky you came in because I considered lighting your side of the room on fire." She draped the blanket over the books to turn a page without uncovering her fingers.

Elliot had a mission..a mission to complete, here, people! Move out the way, commoners, Empress Elliot coming through! Is how she walked here; briskly and practically running. While still looking regal...and beautiful...as usual..

*Smirk*

She kicked off her shoes, placed them neatly under her bed, and bent over her trunk....she had tons of the stuff in there...TONS...and Beezus...she needed Elliot's help...majorly...she ignored the other girls apparently having a slumber party...maybe the blonde would join them..but NOT YET! She had to help Beezus.

Well, not really, but everyone needed a little lace in her life! She sifted through her trunk and found her roll of ....ancient lace. That was literally what it was called...hmm. Elliot doubted it was very ancient at all, but whatever. She yanked it out of her trunk and crossed over to Beezus' bed...she peered under the bed to make sure the stupid cat wasn't there...okay, good. But where was he?! Hmm. She began to unroll the lace and hang it ALL OVER Beezus' bed...she was having fun, too! She made it wrap around and around...Merlin, this roll was going on FOREVER! until Beexus' entire bed(and her trunk, for good measure) was completely covered in lace...THERE!

Elliot stepped back to admire her work. It was beautiful. Why hadn't she done that to her own bed?! She smirked and grabbed a piece of parchment from her night stand...she scribbled,

Hehehe. Elliot left the not on the pillow...and then swept back to her own bed...she wanted to see BEezus' expression! Elliot had made her bed all preeetttyy!

"Elliot?" Presley looked over when the other girl entered the room. "What are you doing?" Lacing Beezus's bed like that. Was she okay? "I thought you'd be out with Maxwell." Because they'd seriously just barely ditched Presley at the pep rally!! Presley went over and sat down on the floor by her best friends bed. "They're having a slumber party," she mumbled. How..odd and slightly fun-soudning was that?

But only if they did something fun, like jumped out of the window and trusted their own ability to perform the 'Aresto Momentum' charm before they hit the ground, because that would be fun. And at Christmas, Presley would definitely be daring some kid at the soiree to do it. Actually, maybe not. Presley was getting a little older, and though she'd previously divided her time half with the adults and half with the younger generation, it was probably time for her to move on and start spending entire parties conversing with adults, and plotting with her closest friends. "What do you do at slumber parties?" Presley asked all of the girls in the room. The closest she'd ever come to a slumber party was the holiday she had taken with Elliot in Egypt. Which didn't really count, as they'd had a four bedroom suite in the hotel.

"That suggestion is a few hundreds year late." Slytherins living with the owls, how weird was that? Internal giggle. Louisa grabbed a handful of cookies, used her sweater as a pouch to carry them to her bed while her other hand grabbed the book of Unspeakable Cults from the pile on the floor. Honestly? She was a tad nervous about her chaotic nature and Vickers' OCD one. Her eyebrows furrowed at the thought and Vivi was blocked away for a moment before the word 'fire' echoed dramatically in Louisa's head.

She frowned at the blonde girl, one leg half-lifted on the bed. "What?!" A nervous pause after which Louisa had to force a few chuckles out. "If that's a joke, it's not funny. If it's real..." She shook her head and continued to climb to her bed, careful not to smash the cookies she had in her sweater!pouch. "That's ridiculous." Scoffing she settled under the blanket. "Can I come back here at the end of the day without fearing for my belongings and my own life, please?" She had a poker face on for a second as she stared at the hooded Vivi.

Okay, time to focus on those cookies and her book.

… "Want a cookie?" In case Vivi made Louisa choke on them if she didn't offer.

"No one asked me a few hundred years ago. I can only offer my opinion now," Vivi scowled darkly at the blanket that was now obscuring her books. WHYYYY didn't she have that stupid X-ray vision power? That was totally what she was writing her Muggle Studies essay on.... having X-ray vision so she could see through blankets and keep reading without getting cold. And so she could always tell where in her trunk her socks or whatever were currently floating in the mess.

"If it is a joke, it's hilarious. If it isn't a joke," Vivi turned her attention to Louisa and smiled with way too many teeth. "Maybe you better start sleeping with one eye open, Carter." Vivi ruined it by laughing a bit at her own wit before looking once again at the other Ravenclaw girl. "I wouldn't burn your belongings. I'd get expelled."

Small comfort for Louisa, perhaps, but Vivi wasn't going to do anything to get tossed out of school. Plus she wasn't a sociopath.

Cookies, hmm? Vivi lifted both hands under the blankets and made a sad face. Too far away. Too cold. Too many deep martyred sighs over having to share from the Head Girl. "Can you chuck one into my mouth from there?"

Elliot jumped up, half expecting Beezus to be there...hmm.."Oh, what? No. Maxwell and I are done." She smirked. Take that as you will, Presley Black. "And Beezus mentioned the other day that she didn't have enough lace in her life...so I decided to help her out..." She smirked even wider.

She didn't know whether she really was helping out her fellow claw...or just ticking her off...either way, it was amusing!

Oh, Merlin...she peered around Presley and saw...Blue? Right? That was Blue. And Elise..she was in Elliot's year, right? She raised an eyebrow.."I have no idea..I never went to those.." probably because all of the other girls were super jealous of how awesome Elliot was..."Can I come, too?" she asked, widening her eyes a bit...only because she had never been to one...and she thought she might like to find out.

DONE?? She and Maxwell were done?? Presley had spent her whole day boyfriend hunting, and she didn't even need to be, because Elliot was broken up! Well, she would continue anyway, because she should have already had a couple of boyfriends at this age, right? She knew kids who had dated in third year. Why not Presley? "Oh, well, I'm sorry about that." Presley said bluntly. She wasn't. And Elliot knew it. "So lunch tomorrow is off?" Obvioiusly.

Presley rolled her eyes. "Did she really? Or did she say something about not liking lace very much?" Because Elliot would take either to mean that it was okay to spread lace all over the girls bed.

"Me either," Presley shrugged. Slumber parties just never had been a part of Presley's life. She went to formals, and on vacations, and tea, and shopping, and lunch together, but never stay up late, eat popcorn and giggle type things. Ever. "I don't care if you come. But it's not my thing." She glanced over at Elise and the little kid. "But I bet if you asked they'd be okay with it. They invited me after all."

And apparently Presley wasn't very likeable because she'd never dated anyone, and she kept having to repair relationships with other people in her life. There wasn't really anybody that she knew that she hadn't had some sort of falling out with.

Oh no, Merlin! Presley had misunderstood her...Elliot rolled her eyes..."No..I meant we finished what we were doing." Which was totally not snogging...or anything. Nope. She smirked. "Lunch is still on, don't worry. He doen't think you like him..." her smirk disappeared...and she shot a look at Presley...clearly, she wanted Presley to be on her best behavior tomorrow.

Pahaaa!

Elliot snickered..."Well, at first I thought she liked it..then she told me she didn't...but I had already done it...meh, I don't care. It amused me." A lot. Like Elliot had burst into laughter after doing it..

She glanced over at the...other girls...hmm. "I don't know...they're eating candy, and you know I hate candy..." so totally a reason not to attend something, you know, because they had CANDY.

Right, Elliot.

Louisa just grinned and started flipping through the book in her lap. Sleeping with one eye open, that sounded pirate-y. "Louisa. Just Louisa." She didn't want to be called by her last name even if playfully. "No Carter, no Lou, no Head Girl. Just Louisa." Pause. "Or Loulou." with a bigger GRIN that was directly aimed at Vivi this time.

And Vivi apparently didn't want to be expelled. Very useful, now Louisa didn't fear for the girl to break rules left and right like Odessa. "Great. I don't want to deal with more than one rules daredevil in my house." Her feet were tucked closer to her so that her legs served as her desk. But... she soon had to drop them since apparently the other girl was taking this hooded thing seriously.

"I can do that!" Louisa chirped replied excitedly, she loved challenges and this kind of... fun. Her body language must've showed it too because she pushed the book away and re-positioned her body so that she faced the other bed. A cookie in hand and closing one eye, "Open wide and don't move." The cookie was being lifted and slowly moving to the right... then a bit to the left.. then up... slightly down... more left... and SHOOT TOSS!

"Loulou, hmmm?" Vivi pondered that as she finally freed her hands and her book from the blankets. The book went down to the bottom of the bed, because Vivi was sick of it and sick of the subject. Time to move on. Was that a jab at her own nickname, though, or did LOULOU really like being called that?

"Who calls you Loulou? Your mum?"

The comment about other Ravenclaws passed easily, mostly because Vivi had no clue who the girl was referring to. Possibly Vick, because he happened to be a stalker, or maybe that Milton or Max... because they were also stalkers. Or that cute little muffin named Nigel, who looked the type to set himself ablaze from time to time. Hmm.

Oh, wait. LOULOU was going to throw a cookie at her? Vivi considered whether or not she was willing to get crumbs in her bed (ew. ew.), and then decided to look upon it as a dare. If Louisa thought she could toss the cookie in her mouth, then Vivi was going to give her opportunity. And then she'd change her sheets.

"Don't miss," Vivi pointed a finger at Louisa before she opened her mouth and tilted her head back. Right in here. Try not to get cookie in our eye, mmk?

She SNORTED, still trying to carefully position the cookie on a good shooting point. Her head tilted to the left and one eye squeezed shut, "My mom calls me 'witch'. 'Louisa', if she's happy." More to the left it seemed. It'll help if they have more light but again, Louisa accepted the challenge so no excuses. "No one calls me that. I just made it up." Hehe.

'Don't miss'? Gah. "Merlin, Vivi, you don't tell someone on a mission that, it's a jinx!" See, the hand holding the cookie started to tremble slightly. Sigh. Louisa tilted her head to the right then and refocused, "Okay, on count on three close your eyes." The cookie's in position. "One.." Maybe just a tad bit to the left. "Two.." Take a deep breath and open both your eyes. "THREE!" Aaaand the cookie was soaring in the air, crossing the small space between two beds. The Ravenclaw froze in anticipation.

... would Vivi stay up all night playing the hoop if Louisa missed this time?

Louisa and her mother weren't... close, which Vivi sort of understood, if for different reasons. Vivi idolized her mother, in a way, and received nothing but love in return, but she felt... wrong. Like she didn't really belong to the famous Cassandra Rae-Branxton. Probably had to do with her childhood or something...

Nope. Not gonna worry on it. Vivi pulled back her hood in anticipation of the cookie, although she did make a face about the nickname thing. "My twin sister calls me Vivi. It's been a nickname that follows me since I was practically born. You don't have to call me that if you think it's stupid." But don't make fun of it, since it was what connected her to Fee.

Jinx? The Head Girl was awfully superstitious. The cookie did leave Louisa's hand at a slight tilt, and Vivi knew it was going to hit her in the face instead. She could move for it, or let it hit her and gloat. Sigh. SIGH. Vivi leaned slightly and caught the cookie in her mouth. "Got it! Where'd you get these cookies?"