Hmm. Cutty had a very valid point. Caleb had been totally innocent in the whole Genie Affair - as it had come to be known, at least in Caleb's mind - so maybe it was a good thing that Cutty had been around. She WAS the healer though, so would Tillstorm had really taken points for someone actually needing her assistance?

It WAS a rather Slytherin thing to do...hmm...

Ok, but back to the important matter - BENTLEY. Bentley trying to KILL people. Specifically HIM. "Yeah, you know that new ghost? Burbage or whatever her name is? Well, she SCREAMED at Bentley when she saw her and said something along the lines of 'you did this to me, your plant is what killed me' and stuff like that. In front of EVERYONE too," he said. He was really shocked that the Board hadn't kicked Bentley out at that very moment, honestly. Those were some pretty hefty accusations!

"I hate to break it to you, but those stairs are murder whether you're aging at an alarming rate or not." Seriously the only bad thing about being in the towers was the fact that she had to take all those bloody stairs just to see most her friends.

And Dora made everything BUT sandwiches, because what a waste of a picnic if she'd done that. When she emptied the basket of food and beverages, she started selecting a few of her favorites to eat. "The hair is very important Nigel." And he got a smile for his complement. Mo got eye rolls. "I'm not that confident in the adults that run this school, but I am somewhat confident in that fact that no matter what crazy things happen at this school, they always managed to get worked out in the end." And with his mother on the Board... there was no way she'd stand for him being like that much longer.

"Traveling, beaching, quidditch supporting, more traveling, and what kind of tattoo?" Very important question that.

Despair no longer! A Ministry Healer had arrived to help! After making quick work of conjuring a stretcher, the injured student is now ready for transport. Perhaps now you should move the student to the Hospital Wing? Surely suffering resting there would be more comfortable than out here in the Student Garden?

Mo went quiet as he piled food onto his plate and tucked into it without additional comment. Food was good, that was all. It wasn't like he was being a sulky baby or anything. It wasn't like he was measuring his meager summer plans against theirs or ANYTHING.

Sigh. Mo set down his plate and stretched out, trying to work the kinks out of his shoulders. And out of his soul, apparently. "It's no small thing to say that my mother is taking care of it. If anyone will get us back to normal, she'll do it." And he wasn't embarrassed at all to be talking about his mother in mixed company. Nope.

Summer plans, though. Mo picked up his plate and took a few more careful bites as he listened. "Quidditch supporting who?" And his plans? "Quidditching, boyfriending, working on my portfolio, and maybe... roadtripping?" And maybe he and Nigel should go get tattoos together. Mo made eyebrows at the boy to suggest it without saying it out loud. CanIcomeplease?

Cutty's eyes lit up at this bit of juicey gossip. It was the first he'd ever heard of it. He took mental note of the ghosties name. Burbage. He'd not met her, but maybe if he'd spent enough time in the dungeons, he'd run into her soon enough. Where was Benzi Rider? He needed to hear this. He was the one who'd coined the name, 'Batty Bentley' afterall. "Wot?! Batty Bentley made a kill?!" He was sensationalized well and truly. She just kept getting better and better in Cutty's eyes. Yes. She was quickly giving Professor Bellaire a run for her money as Cutty's new favourite teacher. And, she'd made it look the accident too with using the plants 'n all. H'mm...which plant was it???? Would she have gone for the obvious? Or done something more subtle and perhaps, a little passive?

The feeling starting to lift, Cutty sighed and spoke again, "We'll have to think of something to say to Tillstorm, that's all. Just make yourself look the smarter person. Like you'd casted Glisseo so well that it hadn't worn off like it should. Or you were trying to help another student. Yeah! She'd like that. Remember how she scolded Odessa and the prefects because she thought they weren't taking action?" Or that's how Cutty thought of it, anyway. "Maybe she'll even make you a prefect!" Cause it never hurt to have friends in high places.


Cutty hung back out of the way as the Healers came and took away his housemate. He took out his list of to-do's and saw that working on his idea to help the oldyoung people was next.

See hair is very important and Alec would agree there. Plus the more Nigel thought about it. It probably was only hair. Since he rarely cared about other things. Back to the aging and Nigel had to agree that if one person could get them back to normal it was Mo's mom."Agreed" Nigel was still slightly scared of that woman.

Now this was interesting. He was just enjoying this delicious food and listening to them list out what they planned for the summer. "Road-tripping, Last summer wasn't enough for you?." Nigel said jokingly. If anything else. It made him want to do it again. But somewhere different.Ah, of course the conversation would go to the tattoo. "I was thinking of something on my back and what, i don't know yet, Maybe a wolf like my patronus"

Nigel saw Mo eyebrows go wide. "Don't tell me you want one too. Would your mom even let you?"

That was the serious question. If yes, then they could possibly go together.

Justine had needed a break. Between homework, dealing with the strange aging problem that was slowly sucking away her youth and vitality, and her own feelings of unrest, she was feeling very stressed. It just so happened that said stress was making her act out in odd ways.
The usually outgoing and friendly Justine had take on the character of an obnoxious and flighty girl from Paris (She was not from Paris, she'd been born in Giverny France, but she'd lived in Montreal until this year).

The thing was, the girl didn't really want to stop pretending, it was... Kind of more fun being so impolite and uncaring about others.
She was idling walking through the garden, not in any rush to get anywhere or to see anyone, just enjoying the beauty of all the various flora and fauna with the same wonder as she always did, because that was one part of Justine that would never change, her natural curiosity and love for the natural world.

The school term was almost over and Louis had never been to the student garden before. Simply unacceptable. After hearing good reviews from his classmates about it being a great reading spot, the Gryffindor boy decided to finally pay the flowers and magical plants a visit. Besides, the fact that spring had finally arrived, with its bright skies and soothing breeze, really made the boy eager to get out of the castle.

With a small book in hand, Louis made his way into the garden.
Wow.
It was a lot more beautiful than he'd expected. He'd dare say it even competed with the garden his grandmother kept in her little cottage down in France.

And speaking of France...
Why, wasn't that his French professor? Mademoiselle Justine?
With a large grin lighting up his face, Louis quickened his step to catch up with the girl. "Bonjour, Mademoiselle," he greeted, sneaking up behind her.

Pulled from her reverie by the sound of a familiar voice speaking French, turning to the source of the voice, Justine found herself with the pleasant surprise of being addressed by her favorite (albeit only student). She smiled wanly at the boy, though her eye's belied her true pleasure at seeing him.

"Bon jour Monsieur Bolton," Justine said, her usually natural sounding accent had taken on a more affectatious tone as she held out a hand for him, as if expecting him to kiss it. "Vat brings you to the... 'Ow you zay? Gardon?" Justine asked, gesturing to the various flora and fauna around them in an exaggerated and arrogant manner.

"I sure hope so. You guys are unsurprisingly less fun to look at without full heads of hair and with wrinkles." She stated casually, finally starting on the food she'd set on her plate.

Dora rolled her eyes, as she so often did in the presence of Mo, as she took a sip of her drink. "You, idiot. And West and Theo. I plan on attending as many Under Seventeen matches as I can." Which would be less than last year, but more than plenty. She was doing a lot of traveling.

And... umm... "I'm supporting all of my friends playing quidditch this summer." Yes. And after, if there was an after.

"Where are you road-tripping to? Going muggle or using magic" Very important questions to the girl who practically made a life out of traveling both ways.

"An enchanted tattoo?" Because that would be awesome. "When you get it, can I see?" For research.

Louis bowed playfully at Justine’s show of fancy formalities, an amused smile on his face. It almost took him a minute to fully understand her question; her accent seemed to have grown stronger since the last time he’d seen her. Huh. You’d think it would be the other way around. Strange.

“That’s exactly how you say ‘garden’,” Brittany Louis said with a nod, blue eyes following her hand gestures with amusement. As response to her question, he shrugged. “I’d always heard about it but never visited,” he replied, taking a moment to look around them before looking back at the girl. “What about you, mademoiselle?”

Justine, pleased by Louis' bow (she thought he was quite sincere, despite his obvious playfulness) and curtseyed in response. Louis was so refreshingly different from the other students here at Hogwarts, he was kind, clever, and seemed completely unflappable, and Justine was happy to call him her friend.

"Oui, I believe mon anglais, 'as gotten much, er... Better," Justine said, not realizing her faux pas, and certainly not caring. She seemed far too pleased to care about anything, indeed the Ravenclaw was acting as if the world was her oyster; as if her greying hair, her parents messy divorce, and her isolation here at Hogwarts were nonexistent.

Justine barely listened to Louis' own answer, yes, she liked the boy, but she had no real desire to hear what he said, she was really only waiting for her chance to speak. "C'est intéressant, I myself, come 'ere to remind myself of my time in Giverny, et mon bien-aimé France," Justine said, in a mournful voice, she acted like she was speaking of the world's greatest tragedy.

Mo's appetite was waning as he aged, but he still enjoyed eating the excellent food Dora had prepared for them. He was perfectly happy to let Nigel and Dora explain their summers to him as he worked his way slowly through his plate. He wished he had specifics, actually, and that his plans were more exciting. Last summer, he'd tried out for the U17 team, learned to drive with his friends, and gone to photography camp. This summer, he was hoping he was still on the team, his friends were scattering, and he'd have to ask his mom to sell his cameras. It was sort depressing, and Mo wasn't one who took well to depressing things.

"I'll be of age in July, but I bet they don't even ask my age. I look like my grandpa." Mo flexed an arm for them, hoping it would make someone laugh. Even a pity laugh. "I'll probably get one of those moving ones, like Dora said, on my arm. Not my patronus." He didn't want a fuzzy woodland creature on his body, even if just for his last few weeks. Something ferocious would be much better.

"I haven't decided on the trip yet. It'll depend... on things, you know? Probably a magical trip around the countryside." Since the Muggle way required better eyesight than Mo currently had and all. "Where are you going, though? Somewhere fantastic, I bet." She was a Dora. Everything was fantastic.

Don't remind Nigel of that. Just thinking about how his hair is right now was seriously depressing. Not even pickles could save it at this point. It was true though age did sap the fun out of certain things. Nigel had to roll his eyes also. The answer was obvious. "Merlin that is a lot of Under 17 matches. Though the travel would be awesome"

"Yeah enchanted. That does seem like the more awesome option and of course." That still did not answer Nigel's question, Mo. Looking as he looks now of course they would not ask for his id. They would ask why does he want a tattoo at his age. "Well that is true. They still will probably ask for id because of policy or something and why not your patronus?"

Mo was still being pessimistic about the aging thing. He seemed to be thinking like a senior citizen now. It was getting kind of depressing. Nigel did not really even want to talk about that anymore. "Road Tripping across America would be awesome" Now that could take weeks and would be really interesting with all the different places and all.

Dora nodded her head at Nigel while eating her food. The traveling, to her, was the best part of going to the matches. She did have a list after all. Supporting her friends was just a bonus.

"You've certainly got the muscles of a grandfather." There was no laughter coming from Dora, who instead just shook her head with a hint of amusement, but it was spoken in that tone reserved just for Mo that held a certain level of fondness. Honestly though, she didn't like him dwelling so negatively on this age thing. He WAS the optimist of the group, not her. "I don't know what I'd get if I got a tattoo." Her gaze flickered over to the Captain. "What will you get then?"

Roadtripping across America? That sounded like more weeks than she was willing to sacrifice this summer, all things considered. "Would make for a better graduation trip than anything." But they weren't talking about graduation right now, and Mo wanted to know where she was going this summer. She shrugged. "Cornwall, Germany, and Miami. I'll be spending whatever freetime I have left at home I suppose." For reasons.