Em nodded in agreement. “Best. Day. Ever.”

She didn't remove her hand from around Max's neck when her feet hit the floor. Instead, she laced her fingers together, and looked up, just studying him for a moment. When he asked about the clothes and stuff, she let her hands slip from his neck as she thought. “I guess we can keep them. I certainly don't wanna change again. And we should take our things, but I think the room will probably straighten its self out. Though, its not like we've made a mess of it or anything.” Once their belongings were gone, she was sure the only evidence of their stay would be the crumpled up blankets. “When we return.” she said nodding once more. “When.”

With a small, almost inaudible sigh, Taryn nudged his arms out of the way and made room for herself in his lap. Maybe Milton would feel a little more important if she showed him a little affection? "I told you that I didn't break up with him for you, and that's still true, but... I could have decided to remain single." She shrugged, "I said yes to you, didn't I?" So, really... there wasn't much he needed to be worried about. Even if Taryn and August decided that they wanted to get back together... they were both still in separate schools and would be right back where they were to being with. She definitely still liked August a LOT, but she didn't want a long distance relationship.

Milton was her boyfriend right now and Taryn was a GOOD girlfriend. She wanted him to be happy. She tilted her head and gave him a little kiss. SMOOCH.

Taryn glanced at the stack of letters and wrinkled her nose. Meh. Of course this would be happening to her right now. When Milton spoke of summer, it reminded her of something she'd read. She flipped through the letters and found a particular line, showing it to Milton. "Summer weddings are the best, don't you think?"

Yeaaaaah...

Milton was actually slightly surprised when he felt his arms being pushed open. He looked at Taryn and sighed when she crawled onto his lap. Out of habit, he wrapped his arms loosely around her and looked up at her when she spoke. It was kind of a new feeling... Having someone put this much effort into a relationship. It was a good feeling. "I know," he replied quietly with a small nod. Even though he didn't really like August (for no good reason), Milton knew Taryn had a good point. She said yes to him. "I'm glad you did." Milton smiled a little bit and kissed her back. He was actually pretty lucky to have Taryn, but he probably didn't realize just how much.

Following her gaze, Milton looked at the letters and read the line that Taryn showed him. One of his eyebrows raised and he scowled at the letter. "I'm owling him," he said, tossing the letter aside. He wasn't going to let this continue.

Taryn reached around one of his arms and pinched him lightly. "Don't sigh at me." With a grin, she patted his arm and enjoyed the little kiss. Yes. Milton WAS lucky, and no, Taryn wasn't sure he fully got that either. She raised an eyebrow to match his and tilted her head, "And say what, exactly?" How was that going to do anything? Big scary mean owl. "I've been ignoring him but it hasn't worked. Maybe I should talk to my dad."

She hadn't WANTED to, but Milton wasn't going to let it go and she wasn't sure a strongly worded and threatening letter was going to work so well, it might make him angry....

"Good idea," Max noted with a nod. He was already quite fond of this jumper, and he wanted to keep the memory. Every time he wore it, he would think of the day they flew around the pitch together, returned to cozy time spent by the fireplace, and the day they became... official.

Though he wanted to hold her hand as soon as she removed her hands from behind his neck, Max gave Emmaleigh a soft smile and moved to pick up the things around them. Picking up his own mug of tea, he said thoughtfully, "We should at least return these to the kitchens, I figure, since it's on the way anyway." But he was going to leave the half-eaten cauldron cake on the table, and he would let her decide what to do with the extra, uneaten food in the basket.

Crossing the room to stop by the basket of laundry, Max scooped up his pile of wet clothes onto the crook of his arm and moseyed over to his boots. They were still damp, but... he wasn't going to just leave them there. He picked them up with the arm holding his clothes. "I think... I'm going to leave this stuff outside in the corridor, then come back and take it to the common room when I get back. Then I can help you carry some of your stuff."

Emmaleigh returned the boy's smile and watched him as he grabbed his mug. “Yeah, and I guess we should do something with this.” she said as she reached for the basket. Em looked into it and saw that there was a lot of food left. “I guess we weren't as hungry as I thought. Well, that, or we were too distracted.” she said grinning. She'd just take it to her common room to snack on later.There was no way she would throw out perfectly good food.

As Max gathered his things, Em followed suit. She grabbed her shirt off the top of the room divider, and folded it. “You sure you don't want to go ahead and take back first? Its not really out of the way, and I would hate for someone to mess with your broom.” What if some first year or something messed it up? Gathering all her things, she slid her feet into her boots. “I think that's everything.”

Oh. She... had a good point, didn't she? "I guess that makes sense, yeah. If... that's okay with you. Don't want you collapsing into a deep sleep or something while waiting for me to drop my stuff off," Max teased. He looked at the floor around them, picked up his few last things, then led the way to the door. "You can help me figure out the knocker's riddle, then."

He never really needed help, but... maybe Em would think the Ravenclaw way of life was cool?

He managed to open the door with a few free fingers on one hand, then held it open to lead Emmaleigh toward the Ravenclaw common room.

What a great day.

Em nodded, “Yeah, its fine. I wouldn't have suggested it if it wasn't okay.” She shrugged at his teasing, “I don't think I will be able to fall asleep again anytime soon.” She was just too excited, and her head full of too many thoughts. And the long walk down stairs would probably wake her completely. “You have to figure out a riddle to get into your common room?” That sounded kinda difficult. Though, she would be jealous if he had a door he could walk through. Crawling through that stupid barrel did get annoying sometimes.

As Emmaleigh followed Max to the door, she stopped and looked around the room once more. Although she planned on coming back here often, and didn't want to forget how the room looked right now. After a moment, she hurried over to where Max was holding the door open. “alright, I'm ready.” she said walking through the door.

Today was a day she would never forget.

Leading the way into the room Emmaleigh had imagined, Max let out a small chuckle as he found that it looked nearly identical to the room the first time they had entered. The couch, the fireplace, the bookshelves - though there were no extra baskets of clothes, and there was a mirror on the far wall. It felt like home, though, and Max took Em's hand to lead her over to the couch where they could sit and talk.

"Excellent choice of setting," he gave her a wink. The usual.

As Max lead them in the room, she looked around it to see what it looked like this time. She hadn't been very specific in her asking this time, but she wasn't surprised to see that it looked mostly the same. Some how the room just knew what they needed, even if they didn't. There was a large mirror though, and she was glad to see it. It was kinda the whole reason she had wanted to come up here today.

When he lead them over to the couch, she grinned. “It is, isn't it.” She didn't let them stop though. Holding onto his hand, she took him all the way across the room the the mirror. She looked at them standing there side by side, holding hands and smiled. Letting his hand go, Emmaleigh wordlessly centered the boy in front of it. Right, so what was the best way to go about this? It was something she had been contemplating for quite some time, but she still wasn't sure about any of it. She did know that it was important for her not to be seen. Moving to stand behind him, she kinda leaned her head against his back before asking. “What do you see in the mirror?”

Though Max was about to sit down on the couch, a small tug of his hand led him away from it. He tilted his head slightly in confusion at Em and he inquired lightly, "Err, what're we doing...?"

But then he saw where she was leading him: to the mirror. He smiled slightly, assuming that they were going to sit by it as some sort of reminder of their picnic in the middle of the fourth floor corridor. So were mirrors their thing now? Did she like seeing the two of them together just as much as he did?

...No. It didn't seem that way; Em had put Max directly in front of the mirror and hid behind him.

And then she put him on the spot, but he didn't understand.

"I see... myself?" he turned his head to catch a glance at his girlfriend behind him, curious as to what were motives were. What else was he supposed to see? Was it... a magic mirror of some sort?

“Just come here.” she replied when he asked what she was doing. “I want to show you something.” Nod, yeah, that was it. She wanted to show him everything she saw in him.

When Max answered with “Myself” Em frowned, and looked up to see him looking down at her. “I know you see yourself silly, I just.” She gave a small sigh and frowned a little, trying to figure out a better way to ask her question. “What do you see.”she said repeating her question from earlier. “I guess I'm asking you to tell me what you think when you see yourself. What you see in yourself.” Maybe? She wasn't sure if she put that the right way, but she couldn't really think of another way to word it. She frowned at her inability to communicate, and wrapped her arms around his middle.

What did he see? Max turned his head forward once more and peered into the mirror. His stomach gave an involuntary squeeze and he smiled down at her arms when she wrapped them around his middle. Resting his hands on hers, Max blinked at his own reflection. "I see... your arms," he teased first, "and me. I see..." He stared at his reflection for a long moment. His eyes traced over his currently well-kept brown hair, his plain face, his decent stature...

...He just looked like a regular guy, didn't he?

"I see," he said again, subconsciously stroking one of her hands with his thumb, "brown hair, brown eyes, a plain nose... someone once told me I had 'poochy girl lips'..." Was that the kind of stuff she wanted to hear? "I'm... not a chubby little Ravenclaw anymore - that's good." Max wished he could see her reflection in the mirror, too, so he knew if he was on the right track and saying the kind of stuff she wanted to hear.

He paused, trying to think of what else might satisfy her questioning. Was she going to get mad at him? Was... there some kind of 'right' answer, or something she wanted him to say? "I'm not... completely unattractive?" There was a nice twist - he was giving a small compliment to some of his features, but he was certainly not saying he was attractive either. "And... I see... someone who is really, really lucky to have you in his life."

At that, he rested his own arms on hers around his middle, letting her know he was all out of guesses. Were those good enough answers?

Walking into the Room she was surprised no one else was there yet.. they did plan for 6 pm right after the scrimmage match with the lions?! which they WON by the way. awesome feeling just awesome Anyway.. She put down the food that she brought up from the kitchen on a table setting the cake down first. along with the other cookies, brownies, cupcakes & Cakeballs she had made.. the drinks were alredy set.. maybe a house elf brought them.. hmm?

Maybe someone else would of had the same idea and got stuff in the kitchen as well. they didn't really talk about food, they should of buuut they didn't.. Oh well what She got would be enough.


Now where IS everyone.. really. they didn't plan this for no one to show up.. weird team..

Emmaleigh smiled when Max placed his hands on hers. When he said he saw her arms, “That’s not you.” she said giving his tummy a little poke. Feeling Max's thumb on the back of her hand, she snuggled against his back, feeling the vibrations of his voice as he talked.

“Who ever said that must have never kissed those lips,” she said, peeking over his shoulder. “Because there very good lips.” She pressed her nose against his shoulder, with just her eyes showing. She continued to watch him carefully as he talked, and found herself frowning when he made a comment about being attractive. She sighed and tightened her arms around him. “Not as luck as I am, I assure you. And that’s not what I see when I look at you. You missed all the best things.”

Well, that hadn't really been the sort of answer she was looking for. It wasn't what he though of himself. She found his eyes in the mirror. “Max,” she said quietly, “I know I asked you this before, and you didn't answer.” As the talked, she laced her fingers with those resting on top of hers. “But what's your favorite thing about you? What do you like about you?”

"Sorry," Max chuckled as Em poked him. He had good lips? He shook his head at her in the mirror as she peeked over his shoulder, but he grinned all the while. "Well, you're right - he definitely did not kiss these lips." Heh.

Why did she seem to think she was the luckier one in the relationship? He was nothing special; she was made of everything pure, good, and beautiful in the world. He didn't protest, though; surely Em was going somewhere with this talk.

When they met eye contact again in the mirror, the Ravenclaw's expression slowly fell. What... was he supposed to say? There wasn't much about himself that he liked, she knew that, so why was she putting him on the spot? Did she WANT him to admit that severe weakness?

...But he couldn't.

He still had trouble showing vulnerability.

"I like my freckles?" That was more of tease than a real statement, and his sly smile accentuated that. "I don't have a favorite thing... but, if... it counts... I don't think I have a bad personality most of the time?" he offered with a shrug, bringing his gaze down to his arms on hers because he felt nervous looking her directly in the eyes. "I like helping people and making people happy and... generally just being nice. I think those are good traits - but they're traits everyone should have, shouldn't they?"

After a moment of silence, he continued to look down at their hands as he inquired nervously, "Where are you going with this, Em?"

“You do too.” Em nodded as the boy shook his head. “They're my favorite lips,” Standing on her toes, she buried her nose in his hair and kissed the back of his head before adding, “And I'm glad who ever he is didn't kiss 'em, because that would be weird. And because only I get to kiss them right?” She leaned over his shoulder the best she could in an attempt to place a kiss on his cheek. If only she wasn't standing behind him though, but if he'd just turn his head she be able to give him a sort of proper kiss.

Carefully observing Max and his actions, Emmaleigh held him tighter and frowned as what she saw. She knew she shouldn't have asked him. Shouldn't have brought it up again, but she had hoped it wouldn't bug him as much as it had last time. “You're handsome freckles don't count this time.”she said rubbing her nose against his shoulder. His comment about liking his personality did bring a smile to her face though, and her thumb rub the spot on his tummy where it was resting. “It counts,” Em said nodding against him. “Its a very important part of what makes you, you. And I like you're personality too.”

Where was she going with this? Emmaleigh frowned because she didn't really know. She had sort of practiced a million different things to say over the last few weeks, or well even months, but now she couldn't remember anything. “I, I don't know, not any more,” she said moving around to stand in front of Max, Em took hold of the boy's hands for a moment before nervously moving her arms to around his neck. After several seconds, she fidgeted and moved them back to his hands. Looking down at their hands, she smiled, and let go of one of them so she could hold the other with both of her hands.

“This hand,” she said, letting her thumb rub the back of it. “I know you think its just some ordinary hand, but it's not. It's part of a set of hands that are the greatest hands in the world. I love these hands. I love everything about them. I love the way this hand fits into mine; the way it feels against my skin. I love this spot right here,” The girl's thumb moved the spot she was now talking about. “The spot that’s not as soft or smooth as the rest of your hand. Probably from too much flying. I love how this hand tucks loose strands of hair behind my ear, and how holding it gives me strength and makes me feel safe.”

The Hufflepuff looked up at him and gave a half smile, moving one of her hands to run through the boy's hair. “And I love you hair. I like the way it feels and the way it smells and the way it looks. Whether its wet or dry, smoothed down from your constant messing with it, of if its messy from the wind, or a hat or because I just ran my fingers though it.” Moving her hand again, she lightly ran her fingers across the freckles at the center of the boy's face, stopping to circle her favorite little cluster. “And I do love your freckles, and the dimples you get when you smile.”

Moving her hand to his chest, she continued to look up at him.”I could go on and on. I could spend forever talking about how much I love your arms. How I enjoy having them around me, and knowing they can carry me. How I love your heart, and hearing it beat in your chest. How it's a kind and gentle heart, and one that I understand.” Letting her hand fall, Emmaleigh frowned a sad sort of frown. “You are so amazing and special, and it hurts to know that you can't see that. That you have to think really hard just to come up with something about yourself that you like.” She stopped talking, completely out of words, and feeling incredibly foolish for everything she had just said.

Max let out childish laughter as Em nuzzled her face into the back of his head. "You're the only one who ever has kissed them - and the only one that ever will, the way I see it." He smiled at the part of her that was peeking out from behind him in the mirror, then turned his head slightly to aid her kissing of his cheek. If her arms hadn't been wrapped firmly around his middle, he would have turned to return the affection; however, she was making it pretty clear that she wasn't done with him.

As she spoke about his freckles and personality, he timidly grinned down at her fingers as they lightly caressed his abdomen. "Thank you," he responded quietly, genuinely appreciating her kind words. His personality was the only thing he could admit that he had going for him, really.

But... she didn't stop there, and Max lifted his eyes to the mirror to stare at Em as she moved around to his front. The moment he realized she was going to gush about him, blood rushed to his head; his face and ears turned bright red, and embarrassment pooled in the pit of his stomach. He tore his eyes down to their hands as she spoke about them, a sheepish half-smile playing on his lips. "Em, I..." he tried to say, but she kept talking. He nervously shifted where he stood, wanting to cut her off or reflect all the attention back to her or make her stop. "Em you don't have to do this," Max managed to get out quickly between sentences, but... she didn't seem to care.

So, instead of retaliating properly, he used those hands she loved so much to hold onto hers tightly and gave them a comforting squeeze of appreciation.

...But then she slipped one hand from his grasp and brought it up to his head; surely she could feel the heat emitting from his flustered state, which made him even more uneasy. The hairs on the back of his neck stood up straight when she ran her hand through his hair and he stole a glance up at her eyes to catch her expression of sincerity as she touched upon the various reasons she loved his hair. Max offered her a smile of assurance so she knew how much he was appreciating all that she was saying, then his eyes drifted back down to the hand he was holding between them.

Everything Em was saying was great and all, but... wasn't it almost TOO great? How did she see all these things in HIM, boring old Maximus James? He wasn't the most buff nor the most attractive guy. Of course, the talk about his hair seemed logical - he DID like his hair to smell good and feel soft, especially because he loved to give Emmaleigh extra incentive to play with it and be close to him.

A chill ran up his spine when Em's gentle fingers moved down to his cheek; he gave her a timid smile, allowing the dimples she spoke of to present themselves. Continuing to remain silent while she let her hand rest on his chest, Max leaned forward to press his forehead against hers softly. At the mentioning of them, the Ravenclaw wrapped his arms around Em's waist and pulled her even closer to him. "I enjoy having them around you, too," he replied softly, tightening his grip around her as he rubbed the tip of his nose against hers.

When she finally seemed to run out of things to say, a silence lingered between them for a few long moments. All he wanted to do was reflect a spiel of his own back to her; he wanted to list everything beautiful and wonderful he saw in his perfect girlfriend, but he knew she didn't want to hear any of that right now - it probably would just upset her because he would have been 'missing her point,' he could hear her say in his head. Max held her close, letting his breathing fall in sync with hers before deciding what to say.

"I know... you're speaking from your heart... and I know you mean everything you say and you really do think so highly of me... and that's crazy to me, Em," Max spoke softly, lifting his forehead from hers and separating from her enough to look into her eyes comfortably. "And even though I don't always," or ever, "see it, I believe you and I want to see myself the way you do. And... I'm... sorry I don't see myself the way you do just yet and I... don't want to make you mad by not seeing it... but I'm... going to try." His expression turned stern and serious; he wanted her to take him seriously. "I don't want you to feel like you constantly have to... reassure me and tell me these things and make me feel good. I'm supposed to do that for you." And even though he did every chance he got, he didn't think that SHE had to do the same for him.

Max paused, taking a moment to look into each of her eyes, then his gaze fell down to her lips. He planned his next move carefully; the corners of his mouth turned upward in a small smile, and he looked back up into her enchanting crystal blue eyes. "No one has ever thought so highly of me... in my whole life. And... I've cared about a lot of people in my lifetime - I mean, I like people in general, of course, and I generally want to spread love to everyone and make everyone happy, but..." He shook his head. "I've never thought of anyone more highly than I think of you," he kissed her forehead, "and I've never cared about anyone more than I care about you," he planted a light kiss on her nose, "and I've never loved anyone more than I love you."

As soon as the last words passed his lips, Max gently pressed his lips to Emmaleigh's, lingered for a few seconds, then pulled back to smile at her. Enjoying how it felt to speak the phrase aloud, the Ravenclaw said again, "I love you, Em."

Slytherin won the Scrimmage match. FINALLY Kat was able to experience winning. It was a good feeling for her... and of course for everyone else on the team. Despite knowing her father died hours ago, the girl tried to accept it but she wished she made her dad proud. The Slytherin skipped on her way to the Room of Requirement. The team planned on celebrating Dylan's birthday here which was a nice suggestion.

When she arrived, she saw Ariana standing there. Probably waiting too. "Hi Logan," she said. The girl looked at the food on the table. They looked... good. "D'you need anything else?" She had to make a nice birthday celebration for Dylan. Everyone on the team actually. It was all for one and one for all.

Stepping in to the Room of Requirement, Sierra took a long glance around for the rest of her teammates. Spotting Logan and Kat, she headed over, a bounce in her step and a sparkle in her eyes. "YEAH!" she said, fist pumping in the air. "What's up, winners?" Yeah. That's right. They'd creamed those lions. Two snitches in, and they'd racked up a beautiful one hundred sixty points.

She looked around, taking in the site of all the good food. "What's the occasion?" she asked. Ha. "Just kidding. It looks great! You guys need me to do anything besides stand here and wait for the other winners?" Oh, yeah. It'd take her a looooong time to come down from this pedestal she was standing on.

really it did not take that long to shower & get here guys.. even though they played in the rain.. showers were a must.. you could still sweat in the rain.. duh.. the fourth year looked around the room. the decorations were hung, green & silver everywhere and they won so this would be an EXTRA win on the captain.. or it better be.

humming to herself she fixed a streamer that was crooked when she heard voices from behind her " Oh.. Haii Kat... Sierra!" she said and gave them a waaavee. It was just them so no need for last names really.. unless the wanted to be called Hudson and Griengoth but ehh, it was a GREAT day. They had one and now they were going to celebrate as a team not only the win but Mister Captains birthday as well. " uhm well." what could they do!? Ughhhhhhh she looked around

When Kat arrived the the Room, it didn't take Sierra a long time to arrive too. "Hi Sierra," Kat greeted the Prefect with a smile. At least everyone in the room was all fresh despite being soaked under the rain for hours. Nope, no more Quidditch during the rainy season. It was bad for her eyes and her hair. Her hair gets all tangled and she'd have to brush it for a lot of minutes. Oh, the things you'd do to have nice hair.

"Need help with some streamers?" the blonde offered. Since Logan was all 'blank' then maybe Kat should suggest helping out. After all, the streamers might fall off soon and that's like... no. Not gonna happen. Or maybe they could just wait for the others to arrive. Oh whatever, Kat would rather do something productive and fun.

Squeezing Max tighter, Emmaleigh buried her face into his shoulder and shut her eyes tight when he said she was the only one who had ever kissed him. Maybe he would think she was just trying to hide blushing, and not her tears. It wasn’t fair. She wished more than anything she could say the same thing, but she had stupidly allowed someone she didn’t care for kiss her. Her first kiss. She should have shoved him a way, but she didn’t want to hurt his feelings, and honestly she didn’t know what was going on. But it hadn’t been a real kiss, not like the ones from Max that were full of love and excitement, full of laughter and smiles, give and take. It had been a peck on the lips that she hadn’t even really been involved in. She had fought hard, and kept herself from crying, but her throat hurt from it when she finally spoke. “I don’t want anyone but you to ever kiss me.” She swallowed feeling the tight hard lump in her throat. “These lips are for you only.”

Each time Max tired interrupting her, she just shook her head. It had taken her a long time to finally start talking, and she wasn’t gonna let him stop her and not let her continue. She couldn’t even look up at him, too embarrassed, and to worried about what he had to be thinking. And the hand squeezing wasn’t helping either. Was he squeezing them because he wanted her to stop, or well, she wasn’t sure. But as she continued to speak, she noticed how red he was, and his little smiles, and she knew. When the boy placed his forehead against hers she smiled, and when he wrapped his arms around her, she wanted to melt into him.

She stood there, head pressed against Max’s, eyes closed, hugging the boy tightly. A small smile formed on Em’s face as she became aware of their breathing slowing down, and the way they were now breathing in rhythm. When he spoke, Emmaleigh looked up at him. “I’m not mad. I just want you to see how wonderful and beautiful you are to me.” The girl frowned and shook her head. “Its something we’re supposed to do for each other.”

Emmaleigh smiled at the boy whose arms were wrapped around her, and bit her lip when she noticed him looking at them. She listened quietly as he spoke, and she felt her tummy feel with butterflies, and they increased in intensity with each statement. With each kiss. Her face also showed various shades of pink and red as he talked. After he said he loved her, Em smiled all through the kiss, and when he repeated it, she nodded up at him. “I know.”

SO EXCITING LIKE ERMAHGAWD.

The young girl in her superhero costume skipped three times in front of the blank stretch of wall. 'I need to get into Theo's party. I need to get into Theo's party. I need to get into Theo's party.' Massive doors appeared. YAAAAAY. Blue pulled out a piece of parchment and stuck it on one of the weird looking statues beside the door. On it read, 'I need to get into Theo's party' in awful writing. But it was readable at least. This way peeps knew exactly how to get in. She pushed open the door and beamed at the room inside. It was perfect for a superhero themed party. Thank goodness that the room did this FOR her. Cause it was sort of a last minute notice thing.

That boy.

Of course he'd tell her ON THE DAY of his birthday that he wanted a party. But because he was her bestie, she made it happen. ^____^ Cause she cared about him and he'd get all moody and stuff if he didn't get one. And it was bound to be a 1234567890987654324567897654 times worse now that he was a - gasp - TEENAGER. Blue skipped over to the food table and glanced into the empty bowls. Good thing Terry was coming with food. Hopefully he'd be here soon. And ya know. Guests be here soon. Because it'd be awkward if no one came...

The little girl played absentmindedly with her purple wig. She wasn't even sure where it came from. She'd been a little desperate cos Hit Girl, who's completely BAMF by the way, couldn't have BROWN hair. She'd found the wig just lying on a step on the stairs.

Best not to ask.

Kat was just happy and relieved today. Why? Theo seemed to be okay with her now and he gave her permission (yes, she NEEDED his permission) to go to his party at the Room of Requirement. Sweeeeet. To be darn honest, Kat hated to be left in an argument or misunderstanding with people. I don't know, it just felt annoying. And she couldn't afford to lose a friend like Theo. 'Scuse me, that wasn't cheesy; it was true. Hmmm.

When Kat arrived in front of the 'wall', she first noticed a slip of paper on one of the statues outside. Who WROTE that? Kat grimaced, it looked a bit... bad. Maybe he or she was in a hurry? But it seemed like it was written by someone at the party who had to... rush? Whoever wrote it. SNORT. When the doors slowly formed in front of her, Kat beamed. Yeah, she was doing it RIGHT. But it wasn't the first time, mind you. Cough cough. The blonde pushed the door open and saw a... "Whoa..."

Her thoughts were stopped mid-sentence. That is one fiiiiiiiine looking room for a birthday party. It was Spiderman-themed, which Kat thought was really cool. And it was a huge room. Theo was sooo going to have a lot of fun in such big space. "Hey everyone," she greeted and sent a smile to all the people in the room. No where was the birthday boy?

... Ek, this jumpsuit was tight.