Everything from the boy's body language to the stammering made Leo think that everything wasn't fine. "I'll just have to take your word for it but you don't seem fine to me. Maybe you should go see the healer?" Yes, Cece had her ways to find out what people couldn't say. Maybe she'd have more luck with this boy?

"No!" *He yelled out much louder than he meant to. Seeing Cece was the last thing he wanted to do.*
"I mean, no I don't need to see healer Tilstorm."
*Smooth Roms he thought to himself. He had a feeling that he was only making things worse. Cece was going to get owled even if he didnt go see her. With a long sigh he pulled his book down showing his big black eye and nose stuffed nostrils. The bloody nose had to of ended by now but Romulus was too worried about the conversation to check.*
"Thank you for your... Concern."

O____O

The boy yelled, in the library!!!:whaa:

Leo furrowed his brows as the boy finally lowered the book to reveal that he was sporting a big, shiny black eye and stuffed nostrils. The reprimand for yelling died on his lips. Instead he insisted. "You need to get your eye and nose checked out. Healer Tillstorm is good. You should go see her right now before your eye gets worse or your nose starts bleeding again. I can even come with you if you want me to?"

He was not going to try to divulge how exactly the boy had gotten the black eye and nose bleed. That would be up to Cece to figure out.

*Romulus sighed and looked down.*
"I'm sorry sir but... Do I have to?"
*He couldn't even imagine the anger that would be flooding out of Cece. But Romulus also knew the man in front of his was right. He was feeling very light headed so a trip to the healer was probably needed. Even if that healer was family. Letting out a sigh knowing that he had lost Rom stood up. Maybe if Kitridge came Cece wouldn't yell as much... He could hope right?*
"Yes sir, I would be thankful for the company to the hospital wing."

For Beezus.
 

Dylan, who'd just finished practice and a shower, was sat in the Library, books open. NEWTs...NEWTs were still happening at the end of the term...an no matter how much the Slytherin Captain had going on...nothing would stop the examinations from coming.

He was currently attacking his beast!amounts of Astronomy notes...having developed real anxiety about this particular NEWT. It was super weird...but there was just so much information...Not to mention the change up in Professors. Some were better than others.....and they finally had one who was very detailed-oriented. So, he was going between books, notes, and old exams...

Merlin...

Taking a break, Dylan sat back, resting his head and rubbing at his face...

She knew he was at the library right now. Of course she knew. They made it a point to make sure they were both on the same page no matter how hectic their schedules were. And since she'd finish off with her homework essay earlier than expected, Beezus decided to pay her Slytherin a visit and possibly help him with his NEWT studying.

Thinking like a good girlfriend. Yep.

The brunette made her way into the library and immediately browsed the place for a blonde head. The oh so familiar blonde mane......and there he was, looking all worn out but still full of charisma nonetheless.

After taking a random book from a shelf she passed by, Beezus waltzed towards the Slytherin Captain and descended down on the seat next to him without so much of a greeting. Aheeem. And then, she haphazardly flipped the book open and did some pretend reading.

Hi, Dylan.

Dylan heaved a deep sigh of relief as he worked the back of his neck...It had already been a long day...but there was too much to do to sleep. He was already too far behind...The Slytherin kept rubbing at his face and neck, though...making no moves to continue on studying. Not just yet...

Perhaps if he...just napped...for a few moments. Power napped. Maybe that'd put him...back on track...

Sighing, Dylan leaned forward, elbows perched on the table in front of him, face resting in his palms. He was close to dozing off...when someone took a seat beside him...It could've been anyone, he knew. It was a public place...but a smell gave them away.

Warm vanilla...

Opening a sleepy eye in her direction, Dylan seen the book...and Bee's 'reading'. He wasn't surprised she was here, either. It'd been a routine of theirs...studying together and her helping him to prepare for NEWTs. She had with OWLs...and he'd passed every single one. Don't fix it if it's not broken...

Instead of saying anything...like he suspected she wanted him to...the Slytherin resumed looking at his notes, picking up his quill once more.

Hey, Bee.

Beezus continued reading in pretense. But she did try to really read, mind you. The thing though, was that she could barely understand what was on the text she was skimming through currently. It had lots of numbers and numbers and weird symbols. She turned another page and there were MORE. A fusion of Arithmancy and Ancient Runes? Okay, she was more than sure the writer wasn't in his right mind.

Pssh.

And speaking of not being in his right mind, she was being ignored by her Slytherin right now. Was he not in his right mind too?

Throwing a furtive glance at him, she gently cleared her throat to "make her presence known" in case his attention span has decreased drastically because of too much studying.

Hi again, Dylan.

Hehehe.

Naturally, Dylan was hyper-aware of the girl sitting next to him. He always was...but instead of immediately giving in, he continued to write and read over things. He knew she was trying to get him to act first...because usually, Beezus would've wrapped her arms around him from behind and whispered something in his ear in greeting. Not that he ever complained. Those were kinda his favorites.

In fact, Dylan was content to sit there for however long it took for the Ravenclaw to crack and give in first...even after the throat-clearing. That action alone had sealed her fate...Beezus knew how competitive he was and could be...and how much he loved to win. Even at the most stupid, inane things...the Slytherin Captain could not help himself.

So, not trying to hide his pleased look, he switched books, making it a point for his shoulder to carefully brush hers.

Sup.

Ohoho. So this is how it was going to be? Beezus knew that Dylan was aware of her presence....at the moment she came in as close as a one meter radius. And she also knew that he was undeniably trying to be the difficult Slytherin that he was.

If he was going to purposely ignore her then she'd do the same. Not that it would evoke anything serious, but two can play this game. There was no need to feed his ego so she most certainly was not going to let him win too, not even after he intentionally brushed his shoulder against hers. Lame move, Captain. Laaaaaame.

Rolling her eyes playfully, she shut her book close and pushed it to the side veeeery slowly and with an ever casual face on, she turned to his side, and leaned forwards on the table to grab a book that was on his pile. Of course she made sure her hand briefly ran along his wrist in the process.

Oops. Sorry. Not really.

Feeling rather pleased with himself when he heard, more than seen, Beezus set the book down, Dylan started grinning stupidly. He was sure he'd won, of course. She was putting the book away and was going to shower is cheek with kisses or hug him...or do something. He was going to get attention...and from his gorgeous Ravenclaw. Total score.

...And she'd even turned towards him. Dylan just knew he was about to get love-attacked...and pretended to write as he anticipated her moves. When a slender hand started sliding over, he froze...watching it with careful, decisive eyes. The grin had still been in place...but almost disappeared completely when her hand bypassed his and picked up one of HIS books.

POUT.

Then it was gone altogether...The hand had returned to her side of the table...and his pout just got worse.

Yep. He was a sore loser. It couldn't be helped.

Not even looking at Beezus...Dylan's shoulders slumped, laying still for a moment before he just went back to writing again.

POOOOOOOOOOUT!

....then she laid down the book in front of her. And as she flipped it open, a rather triumphant smirk crossed her lips.

She. Saw. Everything.

Peripheral vision and whatnot? Yep, she'd honed that because of Quidditch. Who knew it was going to be ecstatically helpful in times like this too? She saw Dylan's eyes follow her movements, how his wide grin faded when she snagged his book and how he was pouting now.

Okay, okay. There goes her Achilles heel. He always knows how to tug on her heartstrings with that kicked cruppy face that he makes. But could she take a little further just a bit more? She wanted him to crack first..... Besides, he could use a break from all his studying. So.......

The brunette turned a page over, rested her elbow on the table and propped her chin in the palm of her right hand. Her head and eyes though were on Dylan's, watching him closely with a sweet smile on.

You're working too hard, babe.

Dylan...was still put off with stuff. He felt she wasn't showing him the proper attention and because of that...he simply continued to write. His pout also remained firmly in place.

...AND HE SEEN HER JUST READING. All casual-like, too. It left a bad taste in his mouth...and the Captain immediately started pressing down with his quill a bit harder, almost tearing holes through the parchment paper of which he was writing. Dylan didn't like that book, he quickly decided. It was getting his attention. HIS!

Not to mention she was smiling about it. He seen that look and knew it well! She was aware it was bothering him...

Dylan audibly snorted.

SNORTED.

Flinging his Astronomy notes in a show of annoyance, he replaced them with Defense Against the Dark Arts...And after doing so, snorted again.

Anyone could probably sense the childish tantrum that the Slytherin was about to bust loose...but he didn't care. For now, though....Notes...because that could distract him...hopefully...for a few more minutes...

Well, someone was being a baby. Beezus had to stifle her laughter as she watched how the Slytherin continued to write down his notes quite irritably. It was almost amusing too, how his pout was still intact as ever. And he was snoooorting! Haha. And again. The Ravenclaw had to effortly bite her bottom lip just so she won't be making any weird noises. She knew he was about to crack.

Crack, Dylan...crack.

Was she so mean? She couldn't stop herself. Her boyfriend's reactions were priceless. Merlin, she loved him. Beezus glanced at Dylan again and giggled a bit, enough for him to hear but not to get other's attention.

Okay, she felt it was enough. Surely, Mr. Kitridge wouldn't want anyone throwing an outburst of frustration here, right? With that, the brunette reached out to pinch the Captain's left cheek. Pinch, pinch, pinch. "Psst."

Leo nodded his tone final. "Yes you do." And that was the end of the discussion. All injuries needed to be checked out by Cece, even if she worked less than usual now that her hours had been cut. Hogwarts couldn't function properly without a school nurse on call at all hours.

Suppressing a sigh Leo put the books he was holding back down on the trolley. Dusting off his hands he motioned towards the door. "Come on then. The sooner we get your black eye checked out the better."
Starting to walk out of the library Leo expected the boy to follow him.

NO. NOOOOOOOOOOO.

Dylan was trying so hard to ignore Miss Giggle!pants. Was his pain and suffering NOTHING to the Ravenclaw? All he wanted was a little bit of her attention and she was over there...suggestively reading and giving him eyes.

Those eyes...The dark, intriguing, flirty ones that he had a difficult time saying no to...Well, he was saying NO this time. She was attempting to force his hand. Force him into giving into her...FORCE him into talking first.

SNORT. Not. Happening.

Yep, that epic tantrum was about to happen. The Captain felt it building up...His focus was slipping from the meticulous Defensive Shields notes spread out in front of him...and zeroed in on HER...and the fact that she kept looking at him. LOOKING...but not TALKING. Why wasn't she talking?!

He was THREE seconds away from slamming his quill down on the table...when something happened. Something that...Dylan was rather pleased about. Yep, all happy and whatnot like a kid in a candy store.

Beezus reached out and touched his cheek.

Well, that changed everything, of course. She'd given in first...which was the natural order of things. He was the dude...and therefore needed to be the strong one in any given situation. No need to upset the natural order of things...

AHEM.

The Slytherin calmly continued jotting things down as if nothing had been amiss. "............Yes?" Side!Brow!Whisper!

She had a rather impeccable timing, hadn't she? She gave in just in time. No Slytherin outburst in the Library, you're very welcome.

.......

Beezus kept pinching on her Slytherin's cheek, still grinning widely like the cheshire cat in that muggle story 'Alice in Wonderland'...she was actually fond of that one, yep. And with the ever casual disposition her boyfriend was trying hard to put up, she felt that it was necessary that he too, needed a grin like hers.

So the Ravenclaw slowly, noiselessly dragged her chair closer to Dylan's, NOT too close mind you....just enough close for her to whisper easily in his ear. "I think you need a break, Captain." ....Because you know, breaks should be taken between every half an hour when studying. It was more effective that way. She cupped his face with her hands and made him face her, and then using her thumbs, she pulled the ends of his lips up. "Smile when you're studying....it will make memorizing stuff easier."

Wink.

*With his head down Romulus got up slowly and walked behind the librarian.
He tried to mentally prepare himself for all the questions Cece was going to ask him. Questions that he could not answer unless he wanted another black eye.*

Weeeeee hi
 

Derry had felt a little suffocated in the common room - everyone packing and getting ready for the holidays tomorrow. Derry had been packed for two days already, and she was ready and stuff, she just wanted to read for now, and it was far too busy down in the dungeons to concentrate, so she'd carted some of her books up to the library and sat down.

Okay, she had two choices with her books. She had the book she'd bought in Diagon Alley about animaguses, and she had Alice in Wonderland. She left the animagus book, she was in far too much of a fantasy mood to study. So she opened Alice in Wonderland and skipped to her favourite part - the tea party.

Hi *high five*
 

Nigel just wanted go somewhere quiet to read his book. It was too noisy in the common room and what better place to read a book then the library. He walked in with some comic books, a complicated book about curse cracking, and a joke book.

He sat next to a red head who he did not know. Apparently she was a slytherin who loved to read. Interesting. He flips open the curse breaking book for a couple minutes. Learns some interesting things then closes it.

He started playing with his bendable bookmark while thinking of what to read next. Batman or learn some new jokes. Before he could decided he accidentally lets go of the bookmark and it sails right in front of this girls face.

Merlin. Well at least it just missed her.

Derry was humming the Unbirthday song to herself almost inaudibly as she turned the pages, hardly even reading since she knew the book almost back to front already, she just loved the feel of the book in her hands, it was her favourite. Apart from Lord of the Rings maybe, but they were books that she read with her dad... that's why they were special.

She'd just got to the part about the sleeping doormouse when something flew past her face. Her first instinct was to catch it, which she did by the tips of her fingers (she intended to try out for seeker next year, once Captain Montmorency had graduated, so she'd been practicing a lot.). She looked over to the owner of the bookmark, a startled rabbit-in-the-headlights expression on her face at having something flung at her. The expression faded and she laughed lightly when her brain registered she wasn't under any kind of attack. "I guess you want this back?" she asked, waving the bookmark at the boy.

Merlin, this girl had fast reflexes. It seemed she would be the seeker for the slytherin team fro sure. If it was not for The Captain. "Yes, Thank You." Nigel said wide eyed, reaching out to grab it. He looked and saw she was reading Alice in Wonderland. Nigel loved that book. But only thought crazy or insane people read it.

"I'm Nigel and you have superhuman reflexes." Nigel did not joke about super-humans. It was a compliment. "Did you get to the tea party yet". Everyone loved the Mad Hatter. Because well he was mad. Though because of this he did decided when he had the chance to finish reading his curse breaking book. Don;t know why maybe because he was think about a Jabberwock.

"You're welcome." Derry said with a smile. She liked it when people were polite, hehe. She slipped her bookmark between the pages and closed the book when he introduced himself so she could give him her full attention.

"I'm Derry... and you kind of learn these things in muggle high schools..." she said, laughing a little bit. Especially Scottish ones, especially when you'd been bullied a lot. Reflexes just happened. She nodded, "It's my favourite bit." she said with a bright smile. "I love the doormouse." Because he slept a lot and she sympathised with him.

So her name was Derry. Interesting. He was surprised that you can learn to have those types of reflexes by going to a muggle school.It was just muggle scholl after all. It made sense though. If you are bullied a lot and get stuff thrown at you. Eventually you would learn how to catch them."So you going out for seeker next term". Dylan was leaving and it seemed the next captain was probably West or Theo.

He did like the doormouse. Not as much as the Hatter. But he was an cool character. "Yeah it is awesome. I loved the Cheshire Cat and the Mad Hatter because they are both just awesome and mad/insane."

He did not know why he liked insane characters. Maybe he was a bit insane himself. Or that they were awesome. Both are probably true.