Cutty nodded, confessing to the reasons behind his afore done pokings around. Speaking of that room, Cutty transversed toward the area against the wall where he last thought he'd seen it as he continued looking for the entrance. It had to be in here somewhere.

Speaking and seeking out the room simultaneous proved no challenge and so he continued to do it. "They were just being infants about it. You know. Crying over nothing." And maybe that was how Cutty really saw it. Not everything about it was good, but it could be adapted to. And oh how he'd miss the fartings that were had.

"Yeah, I was." He said sounding as though he were a bit surprised by the results himself. "A Professor even tested it out for me." Sort of? Although, in his old state it was hard to tell whether Professor Flamsteed was truly a willing participant or not. "I think you'd like the lab too, Whitty. Imagine being able to do all your homework assignments in peace and quiet. It wasn't just a potions lab alone, you know." It was sort of a multipurpose research lab, really. Although, one could definitely brew in it.

So he really was here for the laboratory reason. And not just poking around like a loony. Heh. "Good to know. Before your explanation, it looked a bit weird, ya know." What? He was just being honest. Uh huh. And he was still providing company by walking alongside the boy with his hands tucked in his pockets.

Grayson snorted. It was a good thing he had asked so many people about this because while some had complained, Cutty had mentioned something along the lines of people being crybabies. "This I can believe," he said, nodding slowly, "In such a big school, there are bound to be the overdramatics. And the sympathy seekers." He hated those especially. The sympathy seekers.

WHOA! "A Professor?! WHO?" Wait, what kind of question was that? Jeez, Whitlock, get your head in gear. "No no, scratch that. The important question is: did it work?" Because all of this was pointless if it turns out that it hadn't worked and he'd only given the Professor antlers. He'd like this laboratory as well? "Bet so. Not sure about homework assignments," It was the homework part. Uh huh. "But the peace and quiet is appealing. No unnecessary distractions while making potions." Though he did like seeing people he didn't like mess up. "What else was it?"

"Oh. Sorry.", he said lightly. Cutty knew it looked odd, but social pressure and the restrictions it introduced therein just weren't his thing. He much preferred to make his own rules or take some and leave some sometimes. But apparently, Whitty did invest in the social game, though? He logued that information and considered making it a point to look fine and upstanding to Whitlock wherever possible. Whitty, as he sensed earlier, would be a valuable game piece on the board, especially if he spoke to Cassia or anyone that had Healer Tillstorm's ear about the next batch of prefects.

"Oh, yeah." Cutty was smiling now and let out a chuckle. Whitty was speaking his language. "More than you can count. Don't worry, though. I can point 'em out to yer if y'need me to." And he would, honestly. Especially, after noting the caliber of succubi that went to the school. Did this mean Whitty was less inclined to fall victim to any of them?

Cutty watched Whitty's reaction calmly. "Flamsteed. The Astronomy Professor." The blonde bloke that did a somersault in Defense class. "Yeah. Yeah, it worked. He had to go to the end-of-tehrm feast lookin' like me." That had been amusing. "Imagine havin' to see yer own face whilst eating?"

"Well, I really only explored the potions area, but it looked like a circular room sort of shaped like a ring with a wall in the center and with animals and plants and maybe there was also an area to practice defensive magic." He said having noted what he thought were likely spell-practicing dummies in one area of the ring-shaped room. Like an all-inclusive interactive study room.

Sorry? What? "Why are you apologising?" he asked, shooting the boy an incredulous look, "It's not exactly bad. Just thought you should know for future purposes." In case the boy found himself in a similar situation and he started wondering why he was being stared at in such a weird way by anther stranger. So in a way, Grayson was doing this one a favour. And for free, too. See? He was being nice.

And it turns out that he wasn't the only one doing favours around here. Grayson smiled, genuinely smiled, when Cutty chuckled. "Oh jeez, that many?" But then again, it was a big school. Maybe he shouldn't be so surprised. "I'd like that. That way we both know who to keep away from. Or not to fully believe."

"The man who wore a tophat and did a somersault once?" Oh jeez. Oh MAN. This was GOOD. So good that it was not Grayson's turn to chuckle at the mere thought. He'd managed to give Polyjuice Potion to a Professor! "Oh jeez, that's too good! The whole school must have seen that." Uh huh. Smirk. "One whole glorious hour as a Professor. Must have been remarkable."

Mordaunt's explanation of the laboratory was interesting. The fourth year nodded his head slowly as he listened. "Animals and plants. Dead ones you can use in the potions?" It was a laboratory, it had to have the ingredients nearby. Otherwise, what was the point? "Uh huh. It sounds like the ideal place to be. Potions and Defence." And to do homework but he wasn't counting that because it wasn't an interesting enough reason to use a room like that.

Why was he apologizing...Cutty preferred not to answer that one as he didn't know Grayson long enough to know that he'd be the sort of Slytherin to respond well to rules of society. Also, he didn't want him to think of him as dangerous or a threat. Though he had said it wasn't exactly bad. Duly noted.

It was a deal, then. They'd look out for succubi and sound the alarm is any tried anything. "Yeah, that's the one." He said confirming the description of Professor Flamsteed. "The whole school did see, but I'm afraid it was only one-sided, see. The Professor had aged so much that his hair was unusable." In fact, Cutty couldn't even get a hold on any of it, it had become such a soft and dissolvable gossamer. Candy floss.

With a shrug Cutty answered the next part of Grayson's comments. "I suppose you could kill them if you needed to. But there was a store room filled with ingredients as well." If Professor Flamsteed hadn't shown up in the room when he did, Cutty was going to use the animals for testing. He'd've been surprised by the results too. But other than that, Cutty figured they were there for Transfiguration and spell testing purposes. At least, that's immediately what he thought of when he'd seen them. He could picture them now as he thoughts burrowed into need and he crossed the area one more time slowly.

The brass-handled door appeared nearby beckoning the boys to twist it open and see what lied beyond. Cutty'd heard it and quickly he rounded upon the polished door and flung it open. "Coom, Whitty. This is it!"

So Cutty hadn't answered his question and that was something to take note of. All Grayson in response was furrow his eyebrows but he didn't say anything. Nope. If the dude wanted to say something, he could. Curious, though. He was very curious about this.

Something else that was curious was the fact that Cutty the potion had ended up being one sided. Huh. "Are you telling me that there were two Cutty Mordaunts running around at the feast?" MAN, he wished he had been there. "Kinda funny that the potion didn't work with Flamsteed's old hair." Or more interesting. And something to remember for the future. Juuuuuuuuuuust in case.

"Killing them sounds like a lot of work." What? It really did. There was a lot of cunning and skill you had to put into it and then you'd have to go through the proper way of harvesting it. Lots of work involved. "D'you think the storeroom had ingredients that the storeroom near the Potions class doesn't have?" This was important, see. And it meant that potions making adventures would be a lot more interesting with more ingredients.

Ad speaking of the laboratory......... "You serious?!" he breathed, his blue eyes wide as they looked between Cutty and the brass handle and back again. As much as he tried, nothing was going to hide his excitement. "Come on, we can't waste time!" he said before grabbing his arm and tugging him gently into the room.

Zander was bored. B-O-R-E-D. Bored. But it was way too cold to go outside. And it was way to cliche to sit inside the Common Room. Especially after having done so for the past few days. He had managed to finish up his homework. So what else was there to do? Drown himself in chocolate frogs?... That was always an option. But no. The Gryffindor had way too many of those in the past few days. No more are necessary. Not for this lion.

So instead, he found himself venturing around the seventh floor. It was a nice break from the common room, but also pretty boring. There was literally nothing to do. Moving close to a wall, he took a squat on the floor and just stared at the tapestry. Bored. Ugh.

Living at the kitchen level prevented Leah from venturing up the school often. One evening after half-finishing her homework she decided to take a break and visit the top floor, maybe visit her bestie Angel. The walk up was tiring, and the Badger hoped that she had brought something to EAT. But she had to lose some weight nowadays ugh.

Turning around the corner, the second year stopped in front of a tapestry. Why was she here again? Leah raised an eyebrow and looked at the tapestry before bursting into laughter. "AHHHHAHAAAHa." she sat down on the floor next to a boy. "Oh gosh what the heck is that?" she said. Glancing at the boy next to her, she realized that it was the cute Gryffindor boy from History of Magic class. "Oh hi, I'm Leah." she said, grinning. The girl was too busy screaming during the lesson to introduce herself.

Zander noticed somebody approaching and quickly took his eyes off the tapestry because eh, he didn't really care about artwork all too much. Plus, he was so B-O-R-E-D he could use a friend to talk to. Zander was silently hoping it'd be Simon or Bay or just any friend. But then he noticed that it wasn't either of the two... It was a girl!? A GIRL. And oooh, not just any girl, but the girl who he had held hands with in History of Magic. That was such an embarrassing time, he tried to block it out mostly. Except that was kind of hard to do when the girl plopped down right next to him!

"Ha, I, uh, I don't really know..." What was she talking about? Oh right, the tapestry. Then the girl spoke again and Zander turned his attention right back to her. Leah. That was a nice name. A nice name that happened to remind him of that time they held hands and he didn't even know her name. Whoops. Well at least he knew now, and that's what counts in the end right? "Hi Leah, I-I'm Zander," he smiled warmly. So... Does he shake her hand. Or just keep smiling or... Talking to girls was hard. "Sorry about History the other day..." Did the hand holding make her uncomfortable too? Welp, he didn't really have anything to apologize for... Except for reaching back for her hand at the end of the lesson... But he figured he'd apologize anyways. Because some people are weird about hand holding and stuff

Trolls. The longer Leah stared at the tapestry, the grosser it got, and they did not seem happy about her laughing at them just now. So she turned her attention to the boy instead. Zander.. she had heard that name before. Meh, probably during classes.

"Yo, Zander." she smiled back. Then the boy spoke again. History? What happened at HoM that day again? They were acting, as muggles, and there was a dragon, and they got hit by a memory charm.. No, Leah could not remember anything that required Zander to apologize. She shrugged, and did not ask further.

"You are a Gryffindor, right? How come I've never seen you last year?" the second year asked. She was quite separated from the other part of the school in her first year yes, and maybe that was why she did not meet Zander before.

TROLLS?

DANCING TROLLS?

How serious was this. Who'd... who'd come up with such a ridiculous idea? Coral-Bay was stuck, mesmerized by the stupid painting in front of her. Moving paintings were... something. She'd seen plenty before but the one's here were... well, they were something.

Coral pulled a quill out of her perfectly organized bag and tilted her head in thought as she decided on the perfect shade of pink to write with. She was going to draw this for Pietra and then, write a whole letter about it. Briefly, she wondered if Pi had ever encountered such a strange thing before.

Deciding on the sparkly on, she pulled it out and took a seat in the middle of the hallway, the spot with the best view, and pulled out some paper.

What was even going on in that tapestry? Were those trolls.... wearing.... tutus? Whaaaat? And he thought the last divination class was weird. These paintings are strange. Even stranger than Zahra. And Kevin. Combined. But then when the younger girl looked back at him, he immediately took his attention off of that weird painting. Eh. It was weird anyways. Not to mention the fact that all of the trolls were starting to get all mean and staring back.

Oh..? She didn't really seem to acknowledge the apology. Maybe she was one of those people that liked holding hands? Oh. Before he could even think much of it though, the girl spoke again. "Yeah Gryffindor!" Despite what everyone may think HE IS NOT A HUFFLEPUFF. Now could people stop calling him one? Because he could be totally brave... If he wanted to be...

But at the next question, Zander felt his eyes drop to the floor. This was so embarrassing. He had thought that he got past this thing earlier this term. It was so difficult trying to explain why he wasn't really around first and second year. Not because he didn't know how to explain it, but more because he was ashamed. And embarrassed. It was a dark time okay? "Well... I-uh-I kind of kept my head low?" Huh? "I guess I just didn't really leave the dorms much..." Would she think he was a loser!? OH NO. He totally sounded like a loser. At least that's what his brothers kept telling him. But he was really making an effort to make friends this term! He was branching out! IT WAS WORKING OKAY? "But before you say anything! I know that I shouldn't have and that's really" *wince* "lame and stuff... But I'm working on it and I'm here now and I'm participating and going to classes and stuff, see?"

Simon was restless. He had finished his Ancient Runes homework and he just couldn't sit still any longer. As much as he loved reading, he just needed to get out. So he went to explore the castle. After climbing up the various stairs and walking down many corridors, he found himself somewhere on the seventh floor. He didn't know exactly where because he'd never been up here before.

Something caught his eye up here. And someone too. A pretty girl was sitting in the middle of the hallway. Uh, okay, that was cool, he supposed. He made his way around her and walked closer to the painting. His blue eyes gazed at the bizarre painting. What was that of? He squinted them and slowly decided to approach the painting more. Were those trolls in tutus? What? He blinked his eyes and then rubbed them.

Surely he was seeing things.

Luckily there was the pretty girl sitting in the hallway so perhaps she could ask her about the painting too. She looked busy though and he didn't want to disturb her. However, he did want to know whether or not he was going crazy so he made his way over to her. "Uh, excuse me, but is that painting of dancing trolls or am I imagining things?" he asked with a shy grin. He hoped that he wasn't seeing things cause that would be a very, very bad problem for him.

Scribble Scribble. Scribble.

It wasn't... she wasn't the best drawer around. Hallie was much better at it than she was and generally, CB left most of the drawing to her twin. But she got to make everything look prettier with ribbons and things. She was good at that part. Coral bit at her lip and glanced up at the painting again to get another good look at it. This was.. it was alright. She'd have to show Pi the thing sometime. Or take a picture, as her own wasn't doing it justice. Maybe someone had a camera she could borrow.

Coral-Bay wiggled a little, adjusting her position on the floor and tapped her nose with the soft end of the quill... only to be approached by a very handsome boy. Another one she could add to the list! It was getting so long. She might have to use an extension charm on the paper. Maybe she'd get his name and wouldn't have to use descriptors. That would be a nice change.

She shook her head and smiled up at him. "If you're imagining it, then so am I and I don't think we're crazy." Normal and pretty/handsome, actually. She placed her quill down beside her, making sure it was far enough that the ink wouldn't tap against her skirt and get it dirty.

Merlin, Ethan was right. Holmes always made excellent deductions. The girls around here were all very pretty and nice actually. He laughed, relieved to hear that he wasn't imagining it. Phew.

"Oh, I'm really glad to hear you say that," he said with a nod. He had been worried that he was imaging it. "Who would even come up with that idea to draw that?" Dancing trolls in tutus? He never thought that he'd ever see that when he arrived at Hogwarts. However, he guess he should have learnt to expect the unexpected by now. Seriously.

Then he realized that she was writing or drawing or something. Oh he'd interrupted her. How rude of him. "Uh.. Sorry for interrupting your drawing or writing," he explained rather sheepishly. Yep, he felt really bad now. He scratched his head awkwardly.

Mhmmmm.. Bad Simon.

He was so very cute. Would Hallie be jealous if she kept adding more to the list? 'Cause that meant she'd met more boys and... Hallie didn't like losing. Even if it wasn't really a competition.

The girl nodded and tucked some of her dark hair behind her ear. "You really thought you were losing your head? It's Hogwarts, isn't it? Something strange around every corner.." Coral grinned some more at the cutie as he went on, taking note of how nice his hair was, almost the perfect shade of brown. "Some crazy old wizard with a boring life." She got looks from the painting. Oops.

CB moved the papers from her lap, right onto the ground next to her quill and patted the free space beside her. "Don't be sorry. Do you want to come watch them with me? It's only a letter. I could write it later. It's not like homework or anything." Maybe Pi would be happy to know that the delay in her letter happened to be cute boy related.

'Cause she had a boyfriend already. So she didn't have to appreciate any of the boys and their cuteness.

He laughed. He probably should have gotten used to all the bizarre things around Hogwarts. Centaurs, weird weather, mysterious gloomy figures. Nothing really should have been surprising him anymore. But he only had had a couple of months to explore the grounds so far. "I did. Ah, I guess I should have expected the unexpected here but you see it is my first year here. I'm a transfer student. Transfered into my third year," he explained. Then when she explained who could have done it, he burst out into laughter. "Figures." He eyed the painting. Silly painting and its movements. He just hoped that it wouldn't start speaking to them soon. Now that would be really, really, really weird.

Wow. She was really sweet. Girls were... nice? Well at least, this one was. And she had such nice hair and she seemed really intelligent.

He nodded. Oh so she was working on a letter that seemed pretty important. Watch her? Wasn't that..? Shh. Don't give up an opportunity to get to know a nice pretty girl who could become your friend, Simon. So he took a seat next to her in the middle of the corridor cause why not. "Uh, alright. Sure," he said and took a seat next to her. "I'm Simon by the way. Simon Holden."

Oh yes. This boy was going to get a lot of smiles from her. He was cute and nice and very apologetic when he'd done nothing wrong. Although if she'd been reading, it might have been a different story. "Whaaat a coincidence! I also transferred into my third year this semester. Did you go somewhere else before? Get homeschooled?" She had plenty of more questions.. but she didn't want to scare him off just yet.

More grins. He thought she was funny. Good. Yes. "Us wizard folk are strange. The ones that don't ever interact with muggles, really. Have you ever seen what they try to wear out in public? They have some really weird ideas." She didn't understand why trolls were in the tutus though. Was it supposed to be some sort of impressive thing? Teaching trolls to dance? It didn't even look like he'd succeed.

She wiggled a bit more out of the way so that they could share the perfect viewing spot a little better and nodded at him. "I'm Coral-Bay Aldrich. It's a pleasure to met you, Simon." Smiles for you, handsome. "Now that I know we're in the same year, what house are you in?"

Merlin. She was new too. Perhaps they could explore the castle together and obtain their bearings in a better fashion? That would be fun. She had transferred as well and she was in the same year as him? Well the two of them had a couple of things in common. "I went somewhere else. I went to school back in Australia," he explained. "What about you? He wanted to know her story.

He liked it when she smiled. Her smile felt really warm and it made you feel understood. It was incredible. He shook his head. "No, I haven't. I have spent my whole life living in muggle locations. I haven't really encountered many Wizarding folk outside of school. What do they wear?" he asked curiously. If they didn't dress like muggles, did they wear heavy robes everywhere. That was weird.

Coral-Bay Aldrich? That was a very unusual name. It was one he would remember. He smiled. "It's nice to meet you, Coral. Do you have any nicknames that you prefer?" he asked with a grin. Perhaps he'd give her a nickname but he'd have to take quite a bit of time to develop an awesome one. Nicknames took a lot of work and dedication. "I'm in Slytherin so I live all the way downstairs in the dungeons. It's gloomy outside but really nice on the inside." he explained. "What about you?" He couldn't tell what house she was in. However, he was certain that she couldn't be in his own. So which house was she in? Ravenclaw? Gryffindor? Hufflepuff?

He was pretty sure that it was one of the first two.

Coral nodded as the boy spoke some more. She had to keep up with appearances, let the boy know she was listening even though she wasn't interjecting just yet. "I was homeschooled. Well, sort of. My parents had to travel for work a lot so my sister and I tagged along. Our nanny-" she wrinkled her nose and made a face "-he wasn't really a nanny. Not in the traditional sense. But he tutored us and took care of us." She made her long story shorter because she didn't want to bore the poor boy.

More nods for him. "It could be worse, really. They could wear crazy colors and stuff, but they just wear their robes over their 'muggle clothes'-" she lifted her fingers to put air quotes around the muggle clothes part, "-It's kind of weird looking. But I guess muggles wear some weird stuff sometimes too." Although, muggle fashion was her favorite. She liked keeping up with it and putting her own spin on it.

"Well, lots of people call me CB. Like the letters C & B. But my sister calls me Cors, and some people call me Coral and then I aven have a little friend who calls me Bay, so call me whatever you want." Hehe. Little friend. Little Kyroh. Her cute little helper. "That's got to be nice though. You don't have to walk far to get to the great hall for food or anything." She tried to con people often and use a sweet tone to get people to get her food a lot. Too often, even. "I'm a Ravenclaw. All the way up on the seventh floor in a tower. It's really pretty, don't get me wrong, but it's so far from everything." Heh. She did have pretty prefects. One with really nice hair that she liked to touch sometimes. When he let her.

So she was homeschooled? Simon had known some neighbourhood children that had been homeschooled back home in Melbourne. "So he was kind of like your personal tutor or a male version of a... governess? But obviously governess is the totally wrong word for it," he said, blushing slightly when he couldn't find the exact or precise word to describe the term. "So is it weird being at a school and not at home anymore?" He assumed that it must have been.

He liked the way she wrinkled her nose. It made her look really, really cute. Ugh Simon. Pull yourself together man! You just met this random stranger. You don't know if she could be evil told a voice in his head. Nope. Simon didn't believe that all. Coral Bay seemed far from evil. She was far too nice and sweet and lovely. He wanted to get to know her more. Oh boy...Here we go..

His blue eyes widened at the thought of wizards wearing robes over their muggle clothes. It did seem rather bizarre and it seemed to defeat the purpose of getting dressed for the muggle world. If you were going out in the muggle world and didn't want people to think that you were some weirdo then why wouldn't you conform to their society for once and wear regular clothes. Man. Some people were crazy. Simon nodded his head. "That's really strange. Some muggles do but coming from a muggle background, all the wizarding robes are really strange to me." Very strange. When he first walked into Madame Malkins, he felt as if he was in an old witch and wizard costume fitting shop for halloween or for a party.

So the girl had a lot of nicknames already? Perhaps she didn't need another one. He'd work on one later for her. Mhmm.. "Then I shall switch it up between Bay and CB!" he said with a grin. It'd be fun that way. He nodded thoughtfully at her comment. Oh yes, he was very close to the food. "Yes, I am very close to the food but its rather dark down in the dungeons," he explained. It was also kind of creepy but he didn't want to point that out too soon. He had to make an impression, you know? Mhmm. It was very important. "Being on the seventh floor sounds nice. You'd have marvelous views of the grounds. Plus you're closer to the Astronomy Tower," he added with a grin.

Coral nodded. "No, no. I think that's about right. A governess is kind of like a teacher, isn't it?" She vaguely remembered reading that somewhere. She shook her head a little. "I mean, it was at first? I didn't want to be here at all. But I kind of got into a fight with my parents sort of? Not really a fight.. I was just kind of really mad at them for things. And my tutor. But.." she shrugged. "I like it here a lot now. There's a lot of cool people here." Cue a well placed grin.

The young girl twirled some hair around her finger and kept her eyes on the boy, letting him know she was interested in whatever it was he was saying. Oh. More wizards in muggle culture things. Yes that. She nodded. "It's all very strange to me. Wizarding clothing in general is strange. I don't like it much." Growing up with it didn't help very much. Being trapped in it only made her distaste grow.

She grinned some more. So much grinning. Her cheeks might be red too. "That's fine by me!" She wasn't too picky so long as people didn't use her nicknames in mean and hurtful ways. Not that she could really see anyone doing that or a way for people to do that. "I'm so jealous. Is it cold down there too? I gets cold up in the towers sometimes. But I think that might be because it's winter." Spring would probably be different. Heat rises after all. "The view is really nice, sure. But.. after a while you sort of get use to it and stop appreciating it. You know? It's still kind of nice I guess." And she had a reaaaaaally great roommate.

"Is Astronomy your favorite?"

He nodded. Yes, a governess was like a teacher. He raised his eyebrows when he heard that she had not wanted to be at Hogwarts. Wow. That was the first time he had heard anyone say that about the school. Most people had told him that they had always wanted to go here. He nodded along with her as he payed attention. "Well, I'm glad that you're here... And enjoying it now," he said with a shy grin. He was really glad that she was here; otherwise, he wouldn't have gotten to meet such a nice lovely person.

And he was nodding in agreement with the pretty girl again. Wizarding clothes were bizarre. "I can definitely agree with you there. It's funny being dressed in it all the time. I feel as if I should be going to a Halloween party or something," he added, chuckling. Before his parents had dropped him off on the station, they took a couple of photos of him dressed in his robes at the muggle hotel that they were staying at. That had been a very odd afternoon. "Muggle clothing is much more practical."

He gave her a quick thumbs up. "Awesome!" He nodded his head when they spoke about common rooms. Oh yes, it could get quite cold down in his common room. "It gets a little bit chilly but luckily the fireplace is always well attended too. Yeah, its a pretty bad winter. Some people have told me that they don't remember ever having a winter this cold before," he said. That wasn't a really reassuring thought to the boy who loved the weather back at home in Melbourne. Warm, long lazy summer days spent on the beaches were the way to spend a nice day during this time of year. Well- that was the way in the southern hemisphere- not the northern one. He kept watching her and grinned.

"It's one of my favourites. The Professor's awesome. It's tied with Potions and Charms," he said as he quickly glanced around the room, making sure that Cosgrach or Piers weren't there. Cause if they heard that Astronomy was his favourite then they probably would be quite upset with him. "I like most of the classes here except I don't really understand Arithmancy too much." Arithmancy was hard. The numbers were just weird and didn't make much sense. "But what about you? What's your favourite?"

Somewhere back down that corridor somewhere Lex realized she shouldn't have questioned Dima about that scarf. It opened the door to one of those on-going Dima rants he was famous for as she'd found out during the Ancient Runes homework she let him tag along for. It was a wonder she managed to do any casting while they went with the way his mouth went a mile a minute.

"Right, yes, how could I have forgotten something so important?" SILLY HER. No really, silly her for saying anything. It was kinda interesting though because, "My wand's strong too but it's English Oak and perfectly capable of silenting casting." Strong and sneaky, just the way she would have preferred any wand being owned by her to be.

Lex stopped before the tapestry, giving it a once over, before focusing on the cast. Horizontal eight like all the other times...."Caelum Saepio." All over here, this section of the wall giving off fog. A job well done.

Maybe some here too..."Caelum Saepio." Horizontal eight.

"I think we might have to hit the floor below at some point." She commented idle, as much as it pained her to do so. Sigh.

"I dunno," Dima replied, utter confused as was she. How COULD she have forgotten something so important? His wand wood was crucial, alright? Of course, that was forgotten when Lex kept speaking. "English OAK?" If the kid's jaw could hit the floor, it would have. "MERLIN's wand was made of that!" Or so it was said. Holy son of a garden gnome. Was he talking to a descendant of the greatest wizard of all time?!

It was a surprise he wasn't fainting.

Since Alexa was casting above and below the tapestry, Dima moved to cover the area to the right of it. "Caelum Saepio!" A horizontal eight for YOU, wall. Once the fog began to rise, the first year was satisfied and continued on to the left. "Caelum Saepio!" He drew another infinity sign there and was rewarded with more of the smoky looking stuff exuding from the side of the corridor.

"OR we could go cast in our Common Rooms." 'Cept she couldn't come inside his, did she know?

Without waiting for a response, Dima headed back to the bronze knocker. Bye, Lex!