Kat frowned at Logan. She knew this girl's brain works only with your surname. "Cassia Somerlad," Kat added. Slytherins needs respect. Everyone respects each other. You can belittle anyone else as long as he or she is not from Slytherin House... Put off your mean button, Hudson. Meh.



Now Kat eyes Logan again. This is why you should call her LOGAN. And not Ariana. Kat hopes everyone was on the same page as she was. She's being all 'Human Rights' now but it's just because Logan is being such a cougar when she fuzzes about what you should call her. LOGAN. LOGAN. NOT ARIANA. IT'S LOGAN. And she'll give you that death glare...

... She should really stop.

Walking into the Great Hall had brought a slight frown to Patrick's brow as the notice of the tables having supposedly disappeared definitely made him confused, had it been connected to everything that was going on this term? He wasn't entirely sure but he did know that there wasn't entirely much of a point to just stand there and look around when he could have went over to attempt to socialize with his housemates which he hadn't really spoken to before, it wasn't that he was anti social exactly; it was more that he had been a bit hesitant to talk to new people when there weren't pleasant memories of trying to talk to people. Don't expect the worst from these people, you can't just assume something that's unproven and you know that; maybe it's better if you try to make other friends so that you're not by yourself most of the time. Normally he wasn't willing to agree with the social commentary although this time it had in fact been right and he wasn't about to admit otherwise because it would have been like figuratively taking fifteen steps in the wrong direction which was pretty pointless, he knew that certain other people would have been quite pleased to be seeing him talking to others so he was certainly going to make an effort. A few more minutes had passed before he had headed over to the Slytherin sleeping area and that was when he caught the sight of the sleeping bags, it was more or less like camping except without all the fun of being outside and getting to make s'mores which were completely incredible; he took a seat on top of one of the bags then proceeded to set his messenger bag down so that it wasn't going to be uncomfortable. At least he had things to keep him from being bored right now, like his writing but that only could have amused him for so long.

Well, Cassia was hoping too that if Ghosts were already here they would better show themselves because it was creepy being watched without knowing that. Not comfortable to feel that way. "I think there not." She said trying to convince herself and Theo. "They usually make a fuss when they appear...so.." No fuss ,no ghosts. She didn't know if that made Theo feel better but she wasn't one to speak wisely. She babbles.

Spying. Yup their number one specialty. Cassia stroked her chin then stopped. "By the way! Where do those Professors sleep?" She had never thought of that. "Do they have beds in their offices?" She asked. "Lafay said she wouldn't let us in her office." Cassia said. Because it was worth mentioning.

As for another idea. "I don't think we'd like to go sleep in the infirmary." With that evil healer no way!


Then West and the captain joined. Cassia glanced around noticing that she was the only one who wasn't part of the Quidditch team. Eh. She had the feeling that they would start discussing techniques and stuff right now. But they wouldn't ,right? And if they did Cassia would just have to entertain herself.

The second-year smiled at West who like all wasn't happy about the situation. All had this look on their faces when they first entered. Including herself. But they must focus on the bright side. Which wasn't brightened enough yet. "Hey West. Nice to have you back." Cassia didn't know where he was. Being always clueless and all. But the others where talking about Egypt.

She nodded admiring the thought of going that far! She then asked curiously. "Did you get to see the Pyramids? And is it really that hot there?....And..." She was going to continue but decided to give the boy a chance to answer. She was getting better at controlling her babbling.




Call her Logan? Cassia leaned closer to Kat and asked whispering "Why's that? Doesn't she like her name?" Why else would people prefer to not be called by their first names. And she wasn't going to ask the girl herself because she didn't see to be the kind that appreciated questions. While Kat was nice and cool and all that.

Cassia nodded again at Ariana. She had the impression that this older girl tends to have lots of headaches. No? Anyway, seems that Araina didn't notice anything. Cassia was glad. No need to upset the Beater.

Kat thought Cassia would be complaining. "Why not Ariana?!?!?" She really thought Cassia would, but Kat turned out to be wrong. Cassia was like Theo, a hush-hush time of person... Oooh, whisper time. Kat leaned forward tolisten to the girl. "I don't know but she just prefers it that way. Nobody calls her Ariana besides Professors..." Lafay calls her Ariana so...

With a slight sigh of annoyance, Sierra Greingoth entered the so-called sleeping area. She actually wouldn't mind this so much if A)she hadn't gotten tossed from the common room like a little rag doll, and B)her bat hadn't got locked inside the common room. That was the main source of her annoyance. The bat...with a little bit of getting tossed mixed in there, as well.

Approaching the area were the Slytherins were houses, she adjusted the little sling her hurt arm was in and then glanced up. "Hey, guys," she half-heartedly said. She was also a little bummed about missing the Quidditch match earlier today. Stupid arm. "So I guess this is home then."

Well this was... weird. Yeah. That was a good word for it. Weird. It was one thing to sleep in a room with a bunch of other girls, but it was a whole other to sleep in the Great Hall with the WHOLE SCHOOL. With one long, considering glance about the hall, Taryn proceeded in the direction where her fellow Slytherins were. "I knew we were going to end up sleeping on the floor." She muttered, speaking to no one in particular. It was sort of like she'd made a bet with herself and won.

She inspected the little sort of bed but more like bags that they were meant to sleep on and glanced up at the sound of a familiar voice. "What happened to your arm?" Had she missed something?

Hearing another voice coming from somewhere behind her, Sierra gave a casual glance back. Oh, hey. It was Taryn. "Tell me about it," Sierra said. "Anybody know a cot conjuring spell? Or a mattress spell?" Where were those mattresses from the prefect event when you needed them? Heh.

She settled in on a sleeping bag and tried to make herself as comfortable as possible. She had nothing with her but the clothes on her back. How was that in any way comfortable? ...and her bat--it was all locked up and sealed away! "Quidditch," Sierra mumbled, looking at her arm. "I think I've just overdone it with the bat. Missed the game today, too, but it should be good as new soon."

Addie wasn't excited to sleep on the ground. It wasn't fun and it wasn't comfortable and it hurt her back which she didn't like. This was now the time that she wanted to be back at home rather than at home. Addie plopped herself down on a sleeping bag. This wasn't going to be fun. Addie looked up and saw some other girls talking it was the prefect Sierra and another girl Taryn?

"Where's the professors?" Addie asked sort of butting in on their conversation. "They should know how to make the ground more comfortable or something. Ugghhh." Addie groaned and looked around the Great Hall. Why were all the houses sleeping in the same spot. Weirdness was going on at Hogwarts and Addie wasn't sure what to think of it.

Deciding to test it out, Taryn sat on the big bag of semi fluff and wiggled a little. It wasn't SO bad, but definitely not as comfortable as her bed in the dorm which was even less comfortable than her bed at HOME. Maybe they could all go home then? Just... floo back and forth for lessons, yes? That was one way to go.

"Bummer." She commented on Sierra's arm. Though she was glad it wasn't anything more serious than a little strain from over-zealous Quidditch-ing. "Could be worse though, Milton missed both matches." And he was the Captain and all so... yeah, she imagined that was pretty bad too. "Wouldn't happen to be the arm you write with, would it?" She might've smiled a little mischievously. Hey, if her dominant arm was injured, surely professors would give her a little extension on lessons, right?

Taryn glanced at the other girl and shrugged, "Maybe they can make it better at some point. I'm sure there's always ways to improve the situation, but I guess they weren't exactly expecting this to happen." Not QUITE, she hoped, at least. "It might be sort of interesting... like a house wide common room."

Taryn definitely preferred the Slytherin common room though, besides, that was where all her STUFF was.

Not to mention Clara.

There were more AND more Slytherins coming to the Sleeping Area. *Mental squirm* Some Kat knew personally, some just by name, and some she never ever ever met. But probably they knew her, she was quite popular now... *whistles* Looking through the students, Kat recognized Sierra with her sling. She broke an arm during practice I think and didn't play during the Match.

Kat smiled at the Prefect. "Hi there, Sierra," she greeted. "Are you feeling better now?" As a Slytherin, Kat was concerned with what happened to her fellow snakes. Don't blame her for loving her family.

Sierra glanced over at Addie and was quiet for a moment while she considered the fact that the professors weren't actually here. "I don't know," she said, looking around the Great Hall, "but I'm guessing they're out in the school trying to figure out what happened." At least, that would make the most sense. They'd run all the students down here, so somebody had to go see what had happened.



"Yeah," Sierra said, glancing down at her arm. It would heal, but her bat--where was it?! That bat had been a Christmas gift from her mother when she'd been twelve-years-old. It had special meaning, and...she didn't like that it was just up there in the common room sealed and locked away. "He missed both matches?" Sierra asked, her interest peaking. "Why?" Not that she cared. She didn't get along with him. She just thought it was amusing. Then she smirked at Taryn's question. "Nope, I'm a righty, but...I'm sure they'd charm my arm to work if it interfered with schoolwork. Nobody's that lucky."



"Well if it isn't Slytherin's newest Beater," Sierra said with a grin. "I heard you filled in for me. How'd you do?" Then she looked down at her arm and shrugged. "Ehh, it's alright. It's been better," she said with a smirk. "I'll be ready for the next game, though."

Sierra fell back onto her sleeping bag, already uncomfortable. "I'm bored," she mumbled. "...and what are we supposed to do in the morning when it's time to shower?" That did it. She was officially going to find her mother soon.

Kennedy entered the Great Hall with a grumpy expression on his face. Yes, he was grumpy. There were not mattresses in sight meaning they'd be sleeping on the ground. Granted, it wasn't direct contact with the ground, but still, it wasn't as comfortable as his bed was.

He walked over to the Slytherin side, his eyes scanning the rest of the hall. Where were the professors? Hmm. That meant school leaders would have to keep their eyes sharp then. As he neared the sleeping area he grinned at the sight of a brunette. Between coming back and Quidditch they'd hardly seen each other.

As he got nearer he heard her last statement to Katrina. "I certainly hope they don't have us go in the lake," he said, with an amused grin as he flopped himself next to Sierra. "Hey, beautiful," he said, greeting her properly with a kiss on her cheek because there were kids present and maybe even professors. It's been far toooooooo long. Sigh.

He eyed her arm and frowned. "How's is it?" And if she needed anything he'd get it for her. That's what boyfriends did and he wasn't a very good one so far. Leaving Hogwarts for almost a month was bad, but it was all his father's fault...well, what happened was actually pretty unavoidable. It was life.

"Ahh Somerlad.... Got it." she said giving her team mate a thumbs up, which really wasnt her style but ehh Kat knew what she meant, right? right. yeah she'd get that



and the weird yelling girl DID have an inside voice.. merlin couldn't she have used that at the rally "see you know how to talk quietly." she said still leaning back on her hands as she gave the girl a nod. No Ariana wasn't being mean to the girl she just had an odd way of being "friendly" as some would call it.



Ariana's head snapped back to Hudson and her yelling! "What? Hudson!"
she said glaring at the girl for calling her Ariana. She knew better, or she SHOULD know better. it wasn't that Ariana didn't Like her first name. It was just that Everyone called her Logan now thanks to Dylan and it just stuck. Only those really close to her called her ariana anymore. so it was kind of like a privilege to call her by her first name really.




Then oh hey there was Sierra. Giving the girl a wave she just listened as they spoke really not having anything to say since she awkwardly fell on ariana when they were thrown of the common room. then she mentioned the game and mentioned playing in the next............. errrrr did she not go to the game? Anyone want to tell her there won't be another game.. ugh.. sucked.

... did Sierra just call her Slytherin's newest Beater? Uhmm... uhhh... Kat blushed. She may have took Sierra's position as Beater for the game but that doesn't mean Kat is suddenly a real Beater. She was still a Chaser, a starting Chaser. With her team's Terror Twins. Though she'd like to call them hers. "Uh, yes I filled you up as Beater in the game earlier," Kat replied with a smile... but then Sierra brought it up. How did she do? She can't really comment about her performance. Her head and heart was in the game, so she didn't really pay attention to what she was doing BESIDES trying to hit those Bludgers. "I've got no comment on that, but I think I did pretty good..." Pause. "... for a Chaser hitting bludgers." Smirk. For a Chaser, the blonde was impressed with how good she could hit those iron balls. Kat wished someone could feedback on her performance in the game. But, she didn't want to tell Sierra that they lost... not yet, at least.

Well, that's something had thought about. Where were they going to take a shower for the night? Obviously, they couldn't shower in their Common Room anymore. That sucked. "Team members can shower at the Locker Rooms, hopefully." Yes, for a treat after that horrible game Kat thinks the team deserves a bit of exclusiveness.



Kat nodded at her team mate. Kat would prefer Logan to call people with their surnames rather than by titles. Like Cassia, for example... Loud pep rally girl. Well, that's just offensive, if Kat was in Cassia's shoes. Logan should be lucky Kat wasn't, otherwise Kat would attack her like the cougar she was. Literally.

"Would it hurt if I asked why you'd prefer yourself being called as Logan instead of Ariana?" There. One question Kat had been dying to know the answer to. Stop hiding it, and let it out. Curiosity kills, but Kat might kill the one who'll kill her for being curious first.

The second-year angled her head so her ear was close to Kat's mouth. She raised an eyebrow hearing the answer. "That doesn't make sense." She said forgetting to lower her voice. then she noticed. "I mean..That doesn't make sense." She repeated lowering her voice now though it wasn't necessary. "I say we ask her why because we have the right to know." She said .And actually Cassia was sure that she'd forget that this particular girl likes to be called by her lastname. As Cassia has a lousy memory. Though Cassia wasn't planing on asking her herself.




More students were coming and joining this sleeping area. The prefect and a couple of other older students. Who by the way always seem to come late. Cassia was so sure that the first comers were always younger students like herself. Se noticed a boy whom she doesn't remember. Well, she had a not-so-good memory and besides the boy was taller than she was so it was possible that she never got to actually see his face. Yeah she was that short!

The second-year watched the boy curiously as he sat quietly and all. She wondered how could her stay that calm. Calmness irritated her and she couldn't move or do anything without causing some racket. She stared at him with her big brown eyes then spoke. "You're not supposed to sit ON the bag." She said all knowingly pointing to the sleeping bag beneath the boy. "You are supposed to slip into it." She told him pointing now at her own sleeping bag wrapped around her small body.



Cassia giggled a LOUD giggle at that. Though it wasn't really that funny but she liked to giggle that's all. "I surely can speak quietly." She said nodding. "But in Rallies and games I can't." She shrugged. When she gets excited there's no way of stopping that. Not a way! At least Ariana hadn't heard Cassia squeaking. Had she heard, she'd have probably fled away from the second-year. Because if only cheering bothered the older one then the other sounds Cassia made would get her killed no doubt.


Cassia heard Kat's question and paid attention to what the answer would be. She was curious.

Oh, shower in the locker room. The Perks of being a quidditch player. ehh weather they were allowed to or not they had to shower somehow right. so the girl was all up for this plan.

Glancing around at the other houses she spotted all of her friends and nodded when she made eye contact with Ell over there at Ravenclaw. ugh this was so uncomfortabllllle Ariana was a princess and demanded to be treated as one! hmpf! Stupid common room kicking them out!

Then Kat said something to her........ about her name and the girl just kinda of stared at Hudson for at least a minute before shaking her head. "It's just what everyone calls me. only people i'm really close with call me Ariana or any form of that." like Ari or Aria or whatever and well besides professors they could call her Ariana. So dont question my names or motives okay Husdon! "besides surnames are cool" yeah she totally just said that.

"I agree, it doesn't make sense either," Kat said as soft as a hush. If Logan heard their conversation, Kat knew she'd have to run away and drag Cassia along with her. Just in that case, Kat might run to Professor Lafay and borrow her Beater's bat for safety measures. Kat knows how to use a Beater's bat, so don't test her.

Ask Logan? Done that. Whatever is troubling Logan with this surname thingymabob needs to be out of her mouth. Tell us, Logan, tell us your little secret...

What the firebolt. That wasn't even a valid reason! Just because you are used to people calling you by your surname does not mean you should replace your real name with it! Who in the right mind would think of that? No, Kat does not want to be called Hudson Katrina. Nope. Not happening. If Logan tried to kill Kat now, not only will they lose a Quidditch player, they'd lose a Slythering student. Not that anyone but some of her friends would care. Pssh, chyeah

Mother of Salazar Slytherin. Just.... ugh. Kat wanted to give up. But no, she's not like that. Kat lost a bludger hit to Blue the last game but Kat was too determined to let it stay on her mind. Her mind had other things to think of, even more important than mourning over a loss. To Kat, Logan's opinion was.... dumb. Not all surnames were cool. Longbottom is not COOL. Grubbly Planks is not COOL, and neither is Thomsonicle-Pocus cool! NO NO NO. "That's your opinion on surnames, Logan, not mine," Kat said. Our minds think way too differently, girl.

Before he even had the opportunity to fish his notebook out of the bag, Patrick heard a little voice that almost sounded as though it was giving him an order; he didn't do orders from anyone especially when it meant that he would have had to bother with ridiculous things. Looking up slightly, he noticed exactly where the voice had come from and he simply blinked as it appeared that it had been a girl that he figured was no older than a second year. Dear merlin.. I still wonder why I was put into Slytherin; it seems as though I'm one of the few people around this house that isn't looking to establish some authority over others. Might as well be my own house at this rate. That wasn't actually a bad idea, then he wouldn't have had to have the expectations of acting a certain way just because of a reputation that the house had had. After he gotten distracted by his thoughts, the realization that he hadn't replied to the girl had crossed his mind and without a second more of hesitation; he figured it was time to say something. "I'm quite aware of that, thank you. I've used sleeping bags before." His tone was still rather calm considering the situation, being stuck with a bunch of people that he hadn't known and didn't seem entirely friendly; soon enough the thought of going over to join the Ravenclaws had appeared in his head and shook that off since it wasn't going to happen.

Sierra had just laid back on her sleeping bag and complained about how boring the night was when she heard that all too familiar voice. Her eyes widened, and she sat up so fast it nearly made her dizzy. "Kennedy!" she said, though not in a loud voice. It was more of an excited whisper. She smiled when he kissed her on the cheek, and then she just looked at it for a few seconds as if they hadn't seen one another in years. "I've missed you. How're things going?"

She spared a second to look down at her bandaged arm. "Oh, it's nothing. Nothing at all. Just a little reminder that I've been too fierce with that bat lately," she said. Her bat. She was still wounded that it was locked inside the common room with no hope of being released anytime soon. "Nevermind that, though. How are you feeling? Glad to be back?"



Sierra really only had eyes for Kennedy at the moment, but in a pause from their conversation, she caught Ariana's wave and waved back.



"Of course you did an awesome job," Sierra said. "You're a Slytherin. We're always awesome." She sensed that Kat was a little hesitant to temporarily give up her position as chaser and take on beater. "Ehh, you'll be back as chaser in no time. I've played keeper before, you know. Actually, I played keeper my whole first year and then some last year, too." It had been her father's position, and oddly enough, beater was her mother's position. The Greingoth's just kept Quidditch all in the family. She nodded when Kat brought up the idea of showering in the locker rooms. "It's an idea," she said, but she'd rather have the common room back.



Sierra followed their conversation with her eyes, looking from Kat to Ariana and back again. "My parents call everybody by their last name," she said. "Actually, when they were younger, they called each other by their last names for a while." She shrugged. "It's a lot better than 'Hey,you'."

Oooh. "You have a point there," Kat nodded in agreement. Slytherins were awesome. They always were. Now whoever would like to oppose to it will be seeing a broomstick flying at their face. Nobody wanted that, right? If they did, Kat would gladly volunteer to do it. Oh, Sierra had been Keeper before? She never knew, but that's cool. Keepers were quite crucial in the game, Sierra would be a good one. And Kat's also thankful Dylan's a good one as well. "You were? That's cool," Kat smiled. She didn't want to be Keeper though, there's no fun fending the hoops. Well, there is except it won't be as fun as Chasering or Beatering. "That was my first time playing Beater, I was a bit nervous because I knew being one was very crucial in maintaining points." So true.



Oh, that convo made Kat's eyes pop on Sierra. Great, even students before called people with their surname. Uhmm, yes it was better than 'Hey, you'. But Kat's eyes shot on Logan again. "Yes, it is way better than 'Hey, you'," Pause. "And way better than calling some withtitles like Loud Pep Rally girl." Beat that, Logan.

Cassia watched the question gets answered and she didn't get Ariana's opinion. Though Cassia wouldn't mind being called by her lastname and she wouldn't mind calling people by their lasnames if they wished so. She just couldn't see through this. But it wasn't that important so she just nodded hearing the answer. The second-year shrugged and looked at Kat. "That somehow answers the question I guess." She told her.

Probably the boy thought that he'd get rid of Cassia just by telling her that. Well, he was so wrong because Cassia doesn't only speak a single sentence! Pfffft..she'd never do that. And besides the boy's answer unintentionally raised Cassia's curiosity. He had used sleeping bags before. The second-year scooted closer to the boy and asked curiously. "Where did you use them before and why?" She recently had been trying to stop questioning people and ask many question. But she was having trouble doing that actually. Besides she only just asked one question...well two.

"I'm Cassia by the way." She added. You know manners and stuff she knew about them. And if she wanted to know about the boy's experience with sleeping bags she had to seem not so annoying. Ehh..hopefully. Back to the subject, "I never slept in bags in my entire life!" Which was like twelve years plus few months but it seemed so long. And only now did she get to use those. Not that she had been missing a very cool and interesting thing, they weren't that comfy but she just liked experiencing everything.Well Not really everything.

Kennedy smiled at Sierra's reaction, his grumpy mood all of the sudden completely vanished. "Missed you too," he said, wrapping an arm around her shoulders, pulling her closer and kissing her forehead. How were things going? Kennedy hesitated a bit, not in a bad hesitant way, though. He hasn't spoken to no one about his trip back to his father's so he hasn't had the need to word it. "Better now...sort of," he said. His half sister was still a mess, but it was to be expected. Her mother had just passed away.

He then eyed her arm. Nothing at all? M'hhhm. "Well, if you need anything all you have to do is tell me," he grinned, a grinned that turned a bit mischievous when his eyes landed on the Hufflepuffs. "I could get you more pillows." Uhuh. Puffer pillows were at risk of becoming their pillows, hehe.

Directing his eyes back at Sierra, he grinned once more. He couldn't keep it off his face when she was near. It was awesome. "I'm okay, just need to catch up on my sleep," he said with a small chuckle. He then looked at her the way only a boyfriend would. "I'm glad to be with you," he said with a happy sort of smirk. Yeah, it was cheesy, but it was the truth, okay. He squeezed her shoulder and took a second to glance around. "So everyone's been evicted from their common room? Did we all forget to pay our mortgage," he teased. Get it?

SHRUG. Kat wasn't contented with the answer. Kat nodded anyway. At least Cassia was, so no biggy. There was no need to argue. Kat didn't even want fight... She maybe a bit mean, but she's got a heart. A pure heart. She's got pure intentions... Unless you wanna fight with her.

After finally having the opportunity to go through his messenger bag, Patrick took out a small piece of chocolate and began to eat it before finally getting into the sleeping bag even if he had absolutely no intention of sleeping any time soon; he wasn't looking to hear another question about why he hadn't been using his sleeping bag properly even if he hadn't entirely been expecting to hear anything like that. Noticing the girl who had asked the question earlier move closer to him, he figured that she was going to continue talking to him and as she began to speak; he was right. "In the backyard of my house back in Reading and it was for camping. Of course, under the stars and not in a school but they're not entirely the most comfortable things in the world to sleep in." he replied before wishing that he could have come up with a way to conjure several pillows that would have been placed underneath the bag so that it wouldn't have been sleeping on the floor basically, but he wasn't going to complain since they could have ended up sleeping in the dungeon outside the common room which definitely would not have been fun whatsoever.

"Nice to meet you Cassia, I'm Patrick." He figured that it was only fair to give his name since she was polite enough to introduce herself but there wasn't much else that he would have mentioned without the prompts for it, so he figured that there possibly would have been more questions that needed answers which wasn't going to be an issue. "Really? Well now you can say you have, it's always pretty cool to do something that you haven't before even if it's only once." For him, that had to be actually talking to someone that wasn't a Ravenclaw or his girlfriend which he had noticed over in their sleeping area; the whole idea of running over to see her had returned although he thought it was far better now to just stay here and continue the conversation with the girl who looked no older than a second year.

Cassia shifted in her sleeping bag trying to find a comfier position and she didn't. So she ended up crossing her legs awkwardly inside of the bag. There weren't lying when they called them sleeping bags as sitting in them was't comfortable. She waited till the boy settled in his own sleeping bag. The backyard of his house."Don't you have a room?" she asked then realized that it might have sounded stupid. The boy mentioned he had a house so he must have a room in it,right? Camping. Yeah she was familiar with that. "I never went camping, my father never had time to take us." She said. "Is it cool? Camping I mean?" She asked him excitedly. The thought of sleeping outdoors in tents and lighting fire and stuff always fascinated Cassia. Though she was sure that she might get frightened at night. But it'd be easier if she was accompanied with someone she knew and trusted. She surely was going to go camping on her own.

"Nice to meet you too Patrick!" The second-year replied smiling widely. She'd make sure to remember his name because he was one of the older students who didn't snap at her for asking questions.At least yet he didn't. She nodded in agreement when he mentioned the thing about trying new things. "Right. Though I wish the circumstances were different. Like we're not locked out of our common rooms while our stuff got locked inside." She said irritated of the thought.

It was really weird. How could the common rooms get locked without anyone knowing about it. Someone must have done it. But honestly that wasn't what occupied her mind. She cared about her stuff inside more. "I hope it won't take long till the staff solve it." She said to Patrick. "Anyway I sent an owl to my parents telling them to send me some stuff." And no it didn't mean she didn't trust the staff's credibility in solving issues. Also she didn't list books among the stuff to be sent to her. One think she was glad that was locked in. "But I hope they'd get the letter because I have an evil mean owl." Her eyebrows furrowed remembering the creature that she keeps regretting ever buying .