Nigel had come here to get away from a certain crazy hufflepuff. He did not like getting petted on the head and was caught during the practice. It was like she was hyped on an sugar the entire time. Just crazy. Bumping Oakey into the stands would ever have happened. If someone did not pet him on the head. That is why Nigel came here to relax a bit with writing and playing some music on his guitar. He could not sing. But could play guitar. You win some. You lose some.

This place was really nice though. Nigel thought hiding behind some green hedges with his legs sticking out. Not many people was up here and it was really peaceful. It was then that he noticed the knuts in the fountain. Nigel laid his notebook and guitar on a bench and walked over. He peeked in and wondered if a charm was not it He got a little closer to see if they were stuck.

Hope nobody pushes him in.

Today he was gonna bother Glitter Trousers. That Professor was TOO energetic and in his face for his liking. Ascanius liked a little concept called personal space, yeah? And the Astronomy Professor was a dolt, so he supposed he didn't quite understand that concept. Pfft. So with drum sticks in hand, he made his way up to the Astronomy Tower, AVOIDING LOOKING DOWN, and smirked all the way.

He was a-coming, Glitter Trous-

Smirk. Well, well, well. WHAT was this here? An idiot. That was what.

And Ascanius always pitied the idiots of the world. They had to be instructed how to live their lives and learn. So lesson time? Absolutely.

Lifting his foot, he lined it up with the dumb lug's bum and kicked him... straight in the fountain.

Well it did appear to be stuck to the fountain. Wonder what charm it was?

"MER-MERLIN'S PA-PANTS"

Nigel was suddenly in the fountain. It was COLD. Who, How, Why? These were the question going through Nigel's mind. But first. Nigel tried to grab a knut and was unsuccessful. It was the Permanent Sticking Charm. That explained it. Now on to the more important thing as the why Nigel was wet, cold, and in the fountain.

The Wet Claw turned around. "Y-you". Even though Nigel had really no idea who he was other than seeing him in classes. Nigel flung some water back at him bfore saying him. "What in Merlin's right mind possessed you to push someone in a fountain?"

Other than it being hilarious and funny. But still.

"Me," Ascanius mused with his arms crossed contently over his chest. Wet dog. That was what he was gonna call him now because, well, that was how he looked. Heh. And also, what a stupid question. Who did it? Him obviously, keep up.

He looked at wet dog and just sort blinked a few times. Was he seriously asking this question? HAHA. No, seriously, he couldn't help but laugh at this guy, so he was laughing right in his face. Through his laugh, he managed to say, "You're daft." Why?

Really, He said a total of three words. Not counting You are as two. Well Nigel can play this game. With the Slytherin's arm still crossed Nigel whipped out his wand and cast "Aguamenti" right at him.

Ha. Now Nigel was not the only wet person here.

"Wet Dog"

See. Now Nigel had said three words. This was fun. Though Nigel was still cold and wet. He still did not know this Slytherin's name. Not that he cared. But at least his notebook and guitar were dry in his little corner.

Ascanius was mid-laugh when finally he was covered in water from head to toe.

Yeah, okay. See, nope. He set his jaw and unfolded his arms. It wasn't funny anymore. It was only funny when HE was covered head to toe in water and not the other way around, yeah? This guy needed to pick up on that fast or else they were gonna have a-

Too late, the wet dog thing pretty much did it.

Spitting some water out of his mouth, Ascanius nodded and rolled his sleeves up and stuck drumsticks in his back pocket, "So, right. The way I see this...you either just let me punch your face ONE time nice and good...or else...I'll do it MY way." And he was from Essex, his way wasn't nice.

Now they were both wet. Pretty slow for a Slytherin. What did he think Nigel was going to do. Cry and complain. Please he was no hufflepuff.

Well, Now they were getting somewhere. Nigel had taken the smirk off his face. But now he was serious. To Bad. All Nigel wanted to do was play and write some music. Now he was either going to have to get punched, get taken care of in some mysterious way, or fight. None of those option appealed to Nigel.

It was pretty funny the more mad he got. The stronger his accent became. But now was not the time to laugh. Nigel got out of the fountain, put his wand away, and looked he dead in the eye.

"I'll take the punch."

As Ascanius rolled up his sleeve to his elbows and make them look all nice, even though he wasn't sure why because he was soaking wet, he tried not to show how surprised he was that, well, Nigel was gonna take the punch like a man. Respect. He wouldn't have made it a DAY with his people, but he respected his grit. So he lifted his head to look at him from the sleeves and said it, "Respect."

Then, he stood up to his full stature, which was coming up to six feet now, heh. What? He was charming, good looking AND tall. Deal.

Flexing his arm, he proposed, "You have a preferred side?" What? Ascanius was not an animal. He was going to always ask for a preferred side. He'd have to live with the bruise, not him. 'Sides, when he clocked Marcus in the face he had asked too. Ascanius was going to lend Nigel the same courtesy.

Eh, It was only one punch. Not like it was five punches that could dealt out at anytime or anything. That would cause some anxiety. Think it was called a Slap Bet or something. Must have been something Nigel read. Nigel put his hands behind is back and stood to his full 5'9 height. Still shorter than Ascanius. But he did not want to slow cowardice or try to block the punch.

Nigel nodded to Ascanius question. About if he had a preferred side. It only took a moment and Nigel answered

"Left"

You never want a bruise on your dominant side. It did not make you look handsome or tough. Though at least he was not touching his awesome hair. Nobody touches that. Now it was up to Nigel not the fall over when punched or fall back into the fountain. He was wet enough as is.

Cool, at least he wasn't fighting this whole punching thing. Always made Ascanius' job easier because he just didn't want to wail into come one consistently. He could but, sigh, so much effort. And he was already wet.

The fourth year continued to flex his hand so that it didn't cramp, important stuff, this was his hand holding hand, and then smirked at him, "Left works for me." He was ambidextrous, there was no need to really sweat about anything because he was awesome. Legit.

Lifting his fist, he nodded at him, "Alright, don't flinch." That was downright girl stuff. Take it like a man. And then he pulled back his fist and collided it with the left side of his face...hard.

OUCH

Merlin what a punch. You would have to assume he was ambidextrous from that. Nigel's head cocked to the right. Thank Merlin he did not fall over, fall back into the fountain, or flinch. Flinching was a sign of a coward and was not awesome. He did take a step back. But please it was hard not to move after being punched. Great . Now he was wet and had a bruise on the left side of his face.

He slowly turned his head back to look at Ascanius. He could feel where he was punched and was not looking forward to the bruise. This was finally over though and both of them were still wet. Nigel took out his wand and used the hot air charm on himself then on Ascanius. Best do yourself first or he would think you were hexing him.

"Finally Dry"

Why did this keep happening to him? Ascanius was all annoyed like. He KNEW he could throw a good punch, pfft. The fifteen year old had been doing it for ages. So why didn't he fall down, scream, cry, ANYTHING. No all he got was a lame stagger back, which was dumb. He KNEW he was awesome.

Shrugging it off and trying not to get upset and totally failing, he grumbled, "Thanks," honestly, he didn't care if he was wet at this point. Did Nigel not see him? He rocked EVERYTHING.

"Sooo. You're Awesome. I'm Awesome."

Nigel put out his fist for a fist bump. Not really knowing what to expect. All he really wanted to do right now was get back to writing music. Maybe a hot shower first. That did seem more important it light of recent events.

Still He would rather get punched in the face. Then have his hair shaved off. Or even worse get petted on the head. That was evil.

"No, no, no," Ascanius said waving Nigel off flippantly. He almost shook his head at the poor, confused person, "See, saying you're awesome and I'm awesome is like saying a Marching Band Drummer and Taylor Hawkins are the same." Which just wasn't true. His hero, the great drummer of the Foo Fighters...his HERO, okay, was not the same as some lazy drummer punk. No, no. Different.

Ascanius went on, "It's just different levels, mate. You were the guy hanging OVER the fountain, I wasn't." Case and point. Although, he did eye the fist bump and threw him a bone by tapping his knuckles to Nigel. Eh, he was gutsy. He respected that. Maybe one day he could ALMOST be as awesome as Ascanius, almost.

They'd have to see.

Nigel could have sworn he was just looking into the fountain and not leaning over it. Though he did hope Ascanius did not see his blank look when he was talking about Taylor Hawkins. Maybe the bruise would disguise it. Nigel did know of some famous drummers and that name never came up. If he said John Bonham,Keith Moon, or Neil Peart. But Nigel was more of a guitar man anyway.

"So you want to be as awesome as Taylor Hawkins. But not as awesome as John Bonham, Keith Moon, or Neil Peart?"

It seemed he did not want to raise his levels of awesome to far. Second Tier looked like what he was aiming for with whoever Taylor Hawkins was.

The Fist Tap was appreciated though.

Arithmancy Post 2
 

Ella was still on her golden ratio hunt and it was taking her all over the castle. She'd read up on the subject, y'know, and she'd seen that plants can be an excellent example of the golden ratio. Especially those plants that had spirals. Like...spirals within the seeds or even on their leaves and petals. That was kind of awesome, actually.

Ella wandered into the tower patch and headed right for one of the garden beds, eyes on the different plant life growing there. Surely there was a good example of the golden ratio somewhere up here. Hmmmm.

Oh! Here was a plant who's leaves rotated in a spiral! This was it, yeah? One of the plants she'd read about. The blonde quickly bent down and starting counting the number of leaves, noting how they rotated, and sorting out what that meant. It'd all lead to whether or not this plant was part of the golden ratio.

Alexa entered the Tower Patch figuring she could try getting something done while she waited on it to be lunch time. Before proceeding she checked to ensure the Professor wasn't present. He didn't like her kneazle but she couldn't leave him back in the Common Room. He'd been acting weird lately. Knocking her ice-cream over if she left it unattended, swatting at the machine when they went to the kitchen; he didn't even want to taste any when she offered which was REALLY weird because he was always willing to try anything she was eating...outside of candy. He didn't seem to like that much.

The coast was clear as far as she could tell so she walked along the hedges, kneazle in hand and tried to find something worth paying attention to.

From what she could see, these were watered recently...but...didn't anyone plan to pull the weeds out?

Lex picked a troubled spot and plopped down. Felix curled up next to her to watch. She grabbed them and yanked. The first set was super hard and didn't seem to want to budge but after she got those out the soil became a little looser making the other ones manageable. While plucking weeds from the ground she occasionally looked over at the feline that was occupying himself with a bug that was flying around.

He was fine so long as he stayed there and didn't try running off. She made her way down the path, picking at small weeds and yanking at the big ones until she'd weeded an entire section. That was tiring. She'd has enough and wanted ice-cream. With a flick of her wand she vanished the weeds. That worked. "Come on Felix, we're going." She didn't tell him where but stood and headed for the exit. He'd follow. He always did.

Names. Nigel was trying to throw out names now and all Ascanius wanted to do was roll his eyes and call him a name dropper. Pfft, nobody had time for that, you hear? But Nigel continued on with it. Luckily for Ascanius, he knew who ALL of those people were. 'Cause he was an awesome person. They had been over this before. Yeah?

"That wasn't what I meant, guy." Pfft. C'mon, mate, keep up here. He had totally just missed his point and Ascanius was not a babysitter. He didn't have TIME to teach him. Nigel had to keep up.

He was a Ravenclaw. So at least he understood what Ascanius was saying. He was just making to clear. It was not his fault he was pushed into a fountain. Mr. Awesome might have was anger problems to work out, with Nigel far away from him. Lucky he did know the names because Ascanius would have to be a pretty horrible and not awesome drummer if he did not.

Nigel could handle his awesomeness. It was just lucky he was not as narcissistic as well. Bad Combination.

"I was just making sure. Your Awesomeness is too much." Lets see if he could catch the tiny bit of sarcasm there. If he did then he was as awesome as he says. "Don't know much about the drums. I just play the guitar"

He could not sing. But whatever.

Yeah, he caught the sarcasm. So Ascanius set his extremely chiseled jaw and just GLARED at Nigel. Did he wanna go down that road again? Jeez, it was like the people at this school had never learned when it was appropriate to SHUT their huge mouths. Especially because most of the couldn't back it up.

And he continued to glare at Nigel? Yeah, did he have anything ELSE to say? Wise guy.

Miffed, he replied, "Yeah. Whatever."

Well, that glare meant he caught the sarcasm. Respect. His glare was average, on the other hand. He had seen worse from Ascanius' Captain and Nigel's.

Nigel shrugged then asked him the question that would bring this whole situation full circle. "So, besides looking for people to push into the fountain. Why are you here in the Tower Patch?"

He did not have to answer. It was just a curious question.

There was just something about the night that made everything more exciting, it was no wonder they'd caught so many students out and about after hours this term. Though Medea couldn't quite say she wasn't nervous either. Considering, this "date". He'd SAID date, now that she thought about it. It'd flew through one ear and right out the other earlier in the tree house, otherwise, she would've said something.

Something. About it.

On the other hand, it was said only once. It could've been just a silly slip? Whatever the case, she still headed up to the tower patch, bag in hand with the last few small containers of nutella that she had and a very clean jacket draped over the other. Airey should be pleased. She'd even made sure there was not a single cat hair on it. Except, oh...oh, she'd missed one. Ahem. Just gunna...pluck that off.

Flicking it away, she looked up, only to stop where she was. Oh, goodness. This was a rather beautiful area. How come she'd never gone up here before? And there was Airey! "Did you do all this yourself?"

Laura decided that she would continued with her mission to help clean the school, seriously why had the Professor got rid of the house elves, surely she would have fought tooth and nail to keep them, Laura would have house elves had lived in the castle for years and they deserved the best treatment possible. """Scourgify!" Laura pointed her wand when she saw some dirt on the fountain, she smiled as it cleaned up, now she had to find something else that needed cleaning.