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Oh, he pulled away.

Still so close though. "Vow." she repeated, a small giggle escaping her. Er, where did that come from? Ahem. Still...still floating? Oh, wow, indeed. Toes maybe curled. Blissful was still an utterly perfect word too. And all that HAPPYYYYY-ness and joy still rushed through her. And he was STILL so close. If she...just tilted upwards a little...

No. Nooooooo. No noo. Maybe? Yes?

No. Ahem. No, that was...no. Somehow. No. Realizing she was gripping his tie as if it'd prevent the end of the world, she let it go and patted it slightly. Nutella and ice cream covered. And wrinkly. "Sorry..." Oops?

He couldn't help but laugh when she giggled and a smile crept across his face when she spoke. He felt even happier than he had been prior to...to that thing he had just done. Why had he just done that? He didn't even know what he was doing.

Feeling like he was on cloud 10 now, he looked down at his tie once she released it from her grip and smiled again when she spoke. "For what? My tie?" he chuckled flipping it up and down with his hand. "I-It's no bother at all." Even if it was rather wrinkled and would need pressing. Then there was his suit covered in bits of ice cream that could potentially leave stains and orders...but he strangely did not care.

Should he apologize too? For, you know doing that thing he just did? He didn't feel like doing so though and figured he should assume planking position now. But that seemed even less appealing. What DID seem like a good idea and something fun to do was dance. Sing. Leap over the Astronomy Tower and then some because gravity could not keep him down. Them? They both seemed very happy.

"It's...a little bit funny..." he said while squinting down at his suit. "This feeling inside..." More squinting. Why was he HAPPY about his suit being covered in ice cream. In fact, he was pretty sure that he would be perfectly fine with cat fur right now. "I've never been this happy before."

Which was said in a perplexed tone as opposed to some sort of declaration.

"Oh, good...good." Great. Pat pat.

He wasn't freaking out. That was good. That was goooood. SHE was starting to freak out though. Sort of. TRYING to, but, couldn't quite get there. Retracting her hand, she curled them together in front of her, and smiled up to him before taking a hesitant step away. And...and another. Ummm. Goodness, the plaques sure were interesting weren't they. She'll just...go over there...and calm down. Try and not be so HAPPY. Whyyy...

LEO! Oh dear. CALLIE! Oh if this ever got back to those two...WHY WAS SHE STILL SMILING ABOUT THIS??

Once Airey spoke up, Medea automatically glanced towards him, unable to really frown at all. Or...feel anything but...blissful. Joyful. Happy. "Yeeaaa..." she spoke quietly with just a HINT of a giggle, nodding a little while she wrung her hands together. "I know vot you mean. Must be the ice cream and nutella getting to us. All that...sugar." Ice cream. They were talking about the same thing, right?

Hahaha, goodness. He had sooo much ice cream on his face.

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"Oh, good...good." Great. Pat pat.

He wasn't freaking out. That was good. That was goooood. SHE was starting to freak out though. Sort of. TRYING to, but, couldn't quite get there. Retracting her hand, she curled them together in front of her, and smiled up to him before taking a hesitant step away. And...and another. Ummm. Goodness, the plaques sure were interesting weren't they. She'll just...go over there...and calm down. Try and not be so HAPPY. Whyyy...

LEO! Oh dear. CALLIE! Oh if this ever got back to those two...WHY WAS SHE STILL SMILING ABOUT THIS??

Once Airey spoke up, Medea automatically glanced towards him, unable to really frown at all. Or...feel anything but...blissful. Joyful. Happy. "Yeeaaa..." she spoke quietly with just a HINT of a giggle, nodding a little while she wrung her hands together. "I know vot you mean. Must be the ice cream and nutella getting to us. All that...sugar." Ice cream. They were talking about the same thing, right?

Hahaha, goodness. He had sooo much ice cream on his face.

Airey's fingers went to his lips for a moment while his brain went into overdrive. He was happy. Really happy. Ridiculously happy. He was happy about everything. He was even overjoyed about his suit being covered in ice cream. In fact, EVERYTHING should just be covered in ice cream!

He glance down at his tie again, a wrinkly mess and spotted with deliciousness, and then looked back at Medea. Looking at her made him happy too. Giddy even.

And he had no idea about the LeoBALD thing, alright?

And now that he thought about things, the whole Callie doing that THING to him out of the blue made him happy too. Thinking about it now that is. Then he had been wanting to just blend into the dance floor. Now he was sure he would react different.

Woah. What?

"Ice cream is all that I have had today," he chuckled. "All I've had for the past few days actually....is that...odd?"

Having ended up staring at the hovering sweet dessert rose instead, she shook her head. "I erm..." It, wasn't necessarily normal for everyone, that she knew of. To eat ice cream every day that is. What with their rather bland choices of dishes for this year though, it would SEEM normal.

"I don't know." she shrugged up her shoulders.

Still wasn't freaking out about his suit though. Which was odd, she supposed. Now that she thought about it, he hadn't freaked out about the paint on his suit either from earlier. And she wasn't feeling bad about the thing that happened. Which was also...odd.

Suddenly shaking her head, the defense professor rubbed her face for a moment, taking a deep breath and looking skywards before turning to Airey, wrapping her jacket more around herself to keep in what was left of the warmth she had. Chilly up here. "Vhy aren't you vorried about your suit?! Are you.......alright?" It was unsettling! She would be unsettled if she wasn't feeling so happy.

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Having ended up staring at the hovering sweet dessert rose instead, she shook her head. "I erm..." It, wasn't necessarily normal for everyone, that she knew of. To eat ice cream every day that is. What with their rather bland choices of dishes for this year though, it would SEEM normal.

"I don't know." she shrugged up her shoulders.

Still wasn't freaking out about his suit though. Which was odd, she supposed. Now that she thought about it, he hadn't freaked out about the paint on his suit either from earlier. And she wasn't feeling bad about the thing that happened. Which was also...odd.

Suddenly shaking her head, the defense professor rubbed her face for a moment, taking a deep breath and looking skywards before turning to Airey, wrapping her jacket more around herself to keep in what was left of the warmth she had. Chilly up here. "Vhy aren't you vorried about your suit?! Are you.......alright?" It was unsettling! She would be unsettled if she wasn't feeling so happy.

For some reason he could not stop smiling despite his brain telling him that now was really not the time to be doing so. Be the feeling of being on cloud 11 - long past cloud 9 by this point - was so infectious and had him bouncing again. "How much have you had?" he asked as he continued to grin like a clown.

HAAHAHAHAHA. "You don't know. And I don't know. That is SO hilarious." Only it wasn't. So why did he say that? And why as he laughing?

And why did he suddenly grab her hand to start dancing?

"I don't know," he replied with a shrug as he continued to bounce a bit, this time encouraging Medea to bounce with him. "I actually feel happy about it." Which probably meant that he wasn't alright, yeah? "Cece isn't here this time of night though." So who could they go to?

Bounce bounce bounce twirl bounce bounce twirl.

Sheesh, it was cold up here.

Goodness, how much HAS she had? It was another 'I don't know' moment if she wasn't distracted to think properly, which was apparently funny. Somehow. Enough to make her start laughing along with him.

Oh! Dancing! Or bouncing. What were they doing...

She started to bounce a little with him, nodding as she went. "Cruddy time cuts." Bounce bounce. "OH! Oh oh, Hecate! She erm...probably von't be in bed yet. Maybe." Being the potions mistress and all, she was their second best bet here. Bounce twirl bounce. So. Hard. To. Look. At. Her. Watch. Properly. With. All. The. Dancing. Pausing momentarily with the bouncing to get an accurate reading on the time, it was duly noted that it was indeed ice cream hour. Perfect timing. "Yeeaaa...yea, alright. Come on!"

Grabbing tightly onto Airey's hand, she tugged him along as she skipped towards the door and then...off to the dungeons!

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Goodness, how much HAS she had? It was another 'I don't know' moment if she wasn't distracted to think properly, which was apparently funny. Somehow. Enough to make her start laughing along with him.

Oh! Dancing! Or bouncing. What were they doing...

She started to bounce a little with him, nodding as she went. "Cruddy time cuts." Bounce bounce. "OH! Oh oh, Hecate! She erm...probably von't be in bed yet. Maybe." Being the potions mistress and all, she was their second best bet here. Bounce twirl bounce. So. Hard. To. Look. At. Her. Watch. Properly. With. All. The. Dancing. Pausing momentarily with the bouncing to get an accurate reading on the time, it was duly noted that it was indeed ice cream hour. Perfect timing. "Yeeaaa...yea, alright. Come on!"

Grabbing tightly onto Airey's hand, she tugged him along as she skipped towards the door and then...off to the dungeons!

OOOOOOOOH! Field trip! Airey LOVED those and visiting the Potions Mistress sounded like an absolute delight! "Sounds like a plaaaaaaaaan!" he said, partly singing the last word as he began to do a speed moonwalk out of the Tower Patch while Medea skipped in the lead.

THIS WAS GOING TO BE SO MUCH FUN! WEEEEEEEEE!

Laura looked at the hedges and realised that they needed trimming, she took out her wand and then she started to trim the bushes for the Professor it was about time that they got sorted out because she could see they were getting a bit bigger, she just hoped that it wouldn't be long before the house elves where back for some reason Laura was starting to appreciate all the work they did at the school.

Rattle rattle rattle rattle.

Drawn towards the castle, a flock of dementors descended upon the Tower Patch. Ice and mist spread through the area, covering it in a thin layer of frost and freezing over the fountain. Almost with a frustrated rattle they loomed forward, searching for someone to feast on as their hunger had become unbearable.

Gliding forward, they swooped in on a lone student (Harry174) and their rattled breathing intensified. Hufflepuffs. Easy pickings for hungry dementors.

Nashville was to lost in his thoughts to even think about where he was or where he even planned on going. The sixth year Hufflepuff had been thinking about his favorite muggle television show, Doctor Who and he was thinking about pie of course. The two things that made him the happiest that he could ever be and he hadn't been happy in ages. There was a huge grin on face, he couldn't take it off.

Nashville stopped in his tracks, his grin did not fade from his tan face. It was cooler over here. Why was it cooler over here? Nashville looked around. Then he saw it...not it but them...

DEMENTORS! *DUN, DUN, DUUUUUUUNNN*

Nashville took a good look at his surroundings. Dementor...dementor...dementor...LAURA! So Nashville didn't really know the girl all that well but he knew at the beginning of term they had a little spat over time travel. Of course a TARDIS is better than a dumb time turner but that didn't mean anything to him in this very moment. So what could he do? Distract them or use his wand. He knew how to cast a Patronus because his dad taught him how to but he only casted it once but he did need a little more practice and he did learn at Durmstrang from one of his professors...how hard could it be in this real life situation?

As the dementors continued to swoop down on the young girl, they felt the presences of another. Two changed course and flew towards the boy who had just appeared. Ironic, wasn't it? Hufflepuffs.

More easy pickings.

One of the dementors reached is scabby hand out towards the boy as its hole of a mouth made more horrifying rattle noises.

The 'ell? What did this dumb dementor think he was doing with his gross scabby hand in his bubble? Nashville raised his eyebrow. Seriously? Can't you just be a little bit scary? Nope? Not really. Who did these dementors think they were? Nashville wasn't a normal Hufflepuff, oh no we wasn't. He was...or as he would tell certain people...like his family that he is a Slytherinpuff or as he calls himself the evil Hufflepuff and the nice, weird, Doctor Who, pie loving Slytherin.

Nashville looked at the dementor, his hand was out that mean the could do this, Nash reach his right arm and extended it giving the dementor a high five and then out of nowhere started kicking it in what he thought is the face, the part where the hole thingy that is making the noise is must be the face.

"DON'T YOU DARE TOUCH ME YOU SCABBY FREAKAZOID!"

Dylan had been meaning to get up this way...and now that he was done with Quidditch things, it was the perfect opportunity to come help Professor Flamsteed out. He liked that guy. Dude was cool.

Yes, he noted that it seemed colder than usual but didn't fret too much about that. All he wanted to do was trim some hedges...or lay some new fertilizer. That was all...He'd even brought some compost in a spray bottle to help stuff along.

Settling his bag down, he pulled his wand and yawned. Man, it was freezing...

...and the hairs on the back of his neck prickled...

...and he suddenly felt like a bucket of cold water had been poured over his entire body...bringing sadness and fear with it...

Huh?

Looking up, the Slytherin Captain blinked.

What....in the.....hell....?

You know, Dylan was SO over these dementors. Yea, they were terrifying...but these random appearances were getting lame. Terribly LAME...Yea, he was OVER it.

"Oi!" He raised his wand, struggling with a happy memory in the face of his surprise..."...Hufflepuff person. You should run....."

Rattled breathing intensified, the dementor grabbed hold of the boy's hand with its own and pulled him in closer. He wanted a high five? This was how dementors did that. By sucking out your soul. Kicking had no effect on the dementor and it continued to move closer and loomed over the boy.

Rattle rattle rattle rattle.

Such a tasty soul....

Another dementor veered off its course towards the castle and swooped down on the blonde boy (Govoni) who had just appeared.

Meanwhile the remaining dementors made their way through the open doorway that lead inside the castle. They had a new mission to accomplish and sucking out the souls of these two students was only the beginning.

So this is what it felt like? He couldn't really describe what it felt like in his own mind but he was still all to happy about pie and going to travel in the TARDIS with his favorite doctor. It looked liked they were ripping his face off but it really didn't feel like that to him? What to do now? Seriously stop that it's not even flattering, if you wanted a date with me you could have just asked. It's really not that hard. Well I would have broken your heart...which might be scabby like your ugly hands. He was possibly dying and they only thing he could think of is insulting the dementor in his head?

Nashville carefully used his left had to reach in his pocket to grab his wand. His want was at the ready. "EXPECTO PATRONUM!" Nashville belted out as he just thought of all the things that made him happy, pie all flavors of pie, the TARDIS, his mother and father, his grandmother and grandfather Cash and his annoying sister and Minverva and his pie buddies, Ryan, Minnie and Chris and of course he couldn't forget Miiiika! The light began to shoot out of his wand and turn into a mountain lion.

Dylan clearly had a choice to make here...Either he could run and ditch the two Hufflepuffs clearly in distress...or he could save them. Mind...he wasn't a Gryffindor or extraordinarily brave...but it did seem wrong to leave them to this. They wouldn't be able to over power the two...

SIGH.

All he'd wanted to do was help out Professor Flamsteed...

"You know...you ruined our victory..." Yea, Dylan was TALKING to the dementors....and he didn't really care if they could understand or not...All he had to do was just focus on the feeling of finally beating Alec Summers. It was enough really...The way he'd captured that last snitch...and having a perfect season...Going out with no losses...The hard work, dedication from his players, their comradery...

There were some deep breaths...He took a few...Focusing solely on his happiness.

Yep, STILL totally OVER these dementors.

"Expecto patronum!" It was easier this time...and the raven appeared quickly with force...

"Get the other Puffer and let's go!"

If they didn't listen...they were getting left. Dylan was NOT dying for a Hufflepuff.

Okay so maybe it wasn’t the best idea in the world to head to the tower patch today. It was almost like the pocketclaw knew that the dementors were there or going after harmless hufflepuffs. Though if she had she probably wouldn’t have taken her time to ask Sir Cadogan if he had ever heard of the Knights who say Ni. Seeing as over Christmas break her sister had introduced her to the wonderful men of the flying circus.

Needless to say Cadogan was a little ripped and ran around to the next portrait following her yelling that he would protect her from the Knights…of course he’d gotten it wrong being a portrait he’d thought they were knights who fought with their knees.

But as she stepped out onto the towerpatch the immense cold and the sadness hit her like a ton of bricks. What was going on – wait, wasn’t that Lana’s twin? ”Hyde! RUN!!” she yelled as loud as she could. It was a bit feeble. ”Nash get out of here” she yelled as loudly as her voice could go. And honestly she was only coming to do some maintenance and maybe later have a little asterism viewing party with just herself and a warm blanket.

”Expecto Patronum” she tried – sure it was feeble but she was thinking of a certain friend of hers and well…yeah, that always brought a smile to her face. ”EXPECTO PATRONUM” she tried again and attempted to send a patronus at the Dementor attacking Dylan. She’d never hear the end of it if anything happened to him what with being on the team with Bee.

Closer. The dementors were getting closer to the ultimate feast and their hungry rattling breathes almost sounded excited now. Yum yum delicious souls. Young souls even. Older souls tasted better, more life experience to savor, but young souls were a rare meal and awfully sweet. Like the cherry on top of an ice cream sundae.

Rattle rattle rattle suuuuuuuuuck rattle rattle suuuuuuuuuuuck.

The one dementor released the Hufflepuff boy from its grasp as his patronus was cast, dodging it easily while its companion swerved out of the way of the raven one. The remaining three dementors began to zig zag through the air, avoiding each patronus as easily as the next one, and swooped down on the Ravenclaw girl (McFeisty) who had now caught their attention.

Rattle rattle rattle suuuuuuuuuck rattle rattle suuuuuuuuuuuck.

Get Laura? Okay. So Nashville wasn't able to be the hero because he's a Hufflepuff. Seriously? Nashville was so glad that he wasn't sorted into Slytherin now. What a tool! Nashville walked over to Laura. Why would she do this or did she not see the dementors? It's totally understandable if she didn't see them but she would have felt their cold presence.

Nashville made his way over Laura, when he went to pick her up and get her off of the tower and into the safe or maybe not so safe castle he heard a voice. Who was that talking to him? The voice was familiar! Nashville looked around to see who it was. Blonde hair. Beautiful face. WHAT WAS MIKA DOING HER?! NO! She really couldn't be here he would stand for it! Nashville picked up Laura and set her inside the castle and ran back out to Mika.

Now he was worried. Why did Mika have to be here? Of all people why her? Why here? Why now? Why, why, why? "Mika, come on!" Nashville demand in a calm tone, he grabbed her hand to get her attention. Nashville seriously hoped that she would listen to him. Nashville watched the dementors as he tried to get Mika to listen to him.

NOOO! STUPID SOUL SUCKING DUMMIES!

Nashville thought of a powerful memory! Something that made him super duper happy and then yelled. "EXPECTO PATRONUM!!" the mountain lion pounced all around towards the dementors. No one was going to hurt Mika on his watch.

Mika heard the rattling breath before she could do anything the dementors were swooping in on her. It was almost like they were the dessert before the feast. She didn’t like this at all. Closing her eyes for a moment so she could remember that class – the defense against the dark arts class. Happiness, laughing could induce happiness.

So she started laughing…feebly at first.

Still, she needed something better. Opening her eyes and pointing her wand at the Dementor nearest her concentrating on the happiest moment she could manage – and wait…there was happier. They tree house and Christmas and emotional things and the day she realized she had a boyfriend.

Heh, the smile on her face seemed like it’d never ever ever fade away. “EXPECTO PATRONUM” she practically yelled and watched in awe as a rather bright fox leaped from her wand. “I DID IT!” she squealed excitedly. And then there was a bright mountain lion near the fox patronus as well.

The dementors had dodged it...but it didn't matter. They needed to go....

Merlin, he wish he knew how to duplicate his patronus like Bond did.

"...Mika?!" Where had she came from? With more surprise, his focus had been broken and the Raven disappeared. He quickly casted again..."Expecto patronum!!"...the Raven appearing more slowly than last time...but appearing nonetheless.

"Let's GO!" Dylan scooped his bag up and darted towards the door.

He wasn't waiting around...

Ooops. She hadn’t meant to distracted Dylan which apparently she had. ”Oops” she muttered as she noticed the Raven disappearing. That wasn’t a good sigh.

No distracting people that were warding off Dementors. Then she had an idea. ”Yeah we need to go” she agreed as she tightened her grip on her wand. Glancing around at the other Dementors she dashed towards the door. ”Nash, hey thanks for the help…and do you want to help me warn some Professors?” she asked with a big smile.

”And nice Patrnus by the way” she smiled and like Dylan...who was smart, claw smart she wasn't waiting around she was heading straight into the castle.

Laura had just been staring into space, seriously was that what she thought she was and here she was being nice, how rude of the Dementor, she then felt herself being picked up by Nashville, how rude of him, she knew how to cast a Patronus and now she didn't have time, she was annoyed with Nashville for picking her up and carrying her, she had legs and could walk into the castle and it would have been easier for her to run.

Rattle rattle rattle.

The dementors flew after the students as then began to run back towards the castle, once again easily avoiding each patronus as it came. Veering off at the last minute, the dementors did not enter through the doorway to the castle as they had originally been instructed to. Instead the glided down the side of the castle towards an open window on the seventh floor.

Rattle rattle rattle....

What was Mika saying? Getting a professor? That was a good idea but if the dementors we're here then some could be in the castle and that meant that Hogwarts wasn't safe and someone would have to notify the Headmistress and do it real fast. "MIKA! Shouldn't the headmistress know what is going on?" he asked her, professors would be helpful but still.

There goes Mika into the castle. Nashville thought that he should go with her...so she wouldn't get attacked by more dementors. Nashville followed Mika into the castle to go and find a professor but maybe they should find two, you know just in case and because two is better than one. Nashville looked back as he was walking away he saw the dementors fly down to some lower level of the castle.