For the first time during her tenure as Headmistress, Anastasia Truebridge had ridden the Hogwarts Express into London from Hogsmeade. It was unusual circumstances that had brought her here, but circumstances that were going to be dealt with as quickly and safely as possible.

She hoped.

She waited in the Prefects' Compartment, her legs crossed at the ankles, for the student leaders to arrive. Her business was primarily with them, after all. A box of a fresh, still-warm-from-the-oven (with magic) chocolate chip cookies waited with her. Anastasia sighed and looked from the window to her watch and back out the window again.

Nigel was now official a Seventh Year. Crazy. It seems like just yesterday he had jumped on the Express excited to be going to Hogwarts for the first time. It was very weird to think about. He had delayed getting to this compartment as long as he possibly could. It would not even matter if he was still the first person here. He could not do any of the things he liked to do when he was bored and he found his mirror for his now shorter hair to seeing if there were any grey strands. Paranoid he was now. The mirror was underneath some starfish memorabilia. He then packed as many hair products as he could into his bags. That took a considerably amount of time. It also took some time to figure whether to wear his badge on the train or wait til later.

Meh.

So all that was left to do was walk slowly to the train, on it, and find this compartment. But when he walked in he was not the only person there. The Headmistress was there...................

........WHAT?

There goes his plan of starfishing or rolling around on the floor until someone showed up. All gone is an instant. "Hello, Headmistress."

Can he sit or flop. He did not know the procedure for the Headmistress being in here.

Mo usually spent time poking his head into the cars all along he train to see where his friends were and to make sure he got his visiting in, plus he liked to make sure he knew where Cat had landed, but today he made a beeline for the Prefect Compartment. He wanted to stow his things first, and THEN make the rounds.

Only, as soon as he walked through the compartment door, Mo nearly ran over Nigel, who seemed to be playing door. "Don't just stand around, mate. Take a..." The words died on his lips when he spotted the Headmistress sitting there.

As if it wasn't crowded enough.

"Erm... good morning, Headmistress. Did you have a pleasant summer?"

Maybe she should stand for this. Should she wait at the door for them? Force a cookie on them before she said anything else? Annie was debating her options when the compartment door slid open, and in came the Ravenclaw prefect.

Oh! They both seemed to be equally startled to see each other. "Mr. Barrington," she returned his greeting with a stiff nod. Oh! And there was another one. One she really needed to see. "Mr. Branxton," Bunz nodded to him too, and then remembered the cookies.

"It was... pleasant enough. I trust you enjoyed the field trip?" Both of them, actually, as she'd seen them on it. The redhead took a small step toward the pair, cookie box in hand, and propped open the lid on it. "Chocolate chip cookie? They're fresh!" And elf-made! And by 'fresh' she meant 'baked at about 5am so early waaaaah.'

Nigel just had a little case of shock and awe. Not like he would ever have expected her in this compartment. So......something must be wrong. The most his claw brain can come up with. Or it might be that Nigel was just delusional. Which was very possible. Just saying. He snapped back to reality when Mo ran into him. It was Nigel's fault for just standing in the doorway.

Ah, the field trip. Nigel tried mostly to forget about it. Since it ruined his hair for a food week or so. But the City was nice and all. "It was alright. Not good for my hair though" He did not know why he said that out loud. But meh

Ooooo Cookies. Don't mind if Nigel takes one. He put away his luggage, took a seat, and took a cookie.

"Thank You"

Like he would ever refuse free food. Just ask Cat.

Today officially marked the returning to that horrible system of waking up earlier than should have been legal. She could tell from the slight pricking feeling she felt at her eyes, one that would take at least a month to get used to. Start of term nerves usually made it easier for her on the first day back at school and they'd done a good enough job of getting her up but the slight hint of a tired feeling was taking a while to completely vanish.

They still had the whole ride ahead of them, that much was clear so the Gryffindor's first stop was the Prefect Compartment for the usual 'hi's with the accompanying 'ignore's for those who rightly deserved it.....besides, she heard rumour Kinsley was the new BigHeadBoy. This she had to see.

Securing Felix in her arms she shoved the door open, hoping common sense would dictate to anyone present that standing behind a door was NOT a good idea. The preliminary glance left her disappointed as her gaze fell on Mo and Nigel. "Don't tell me Kinsley's ginormous head forced him into taking another means of transport to school." Or had he somehow gotten it in through the train doors and was now awkwardly making his way down the corridor. No?--

...................When did...how did....why was...."Headmistress Truebridge....lovely surpri--" Oh? "Are those for everyone?" She asked, noting the open gesture in which the box was being held. "Don't mind if I do." Lex wasted little time in dropping Felix on a seat then making her way over to the three. See that? Nigel was already taking. Lex reached into the box and nicked two, ONLY two because of how considerate she was. Let's just say she took Theo's.

It'd been a big decision for West about coming back or not this term, given he'd been offered starting positions with a couple of professional teams. In the end he'd turned them down, instead saying yes to a spot as reserve chaser for the Wigtown Wanderers with the caveat that he could return to school for his final year, and travel as needed, just as he had when playing for the Under Seventeen's the previous two years. It was partly because of his friends that he'd wanted to return, but mostly because of his team. Because of Quidditch. Because of his responsibilities. And too, after the horrible way the season had ended the previous term for him personally, he obviously had a burning desire to make things right. So here he was, on the express and heading to the prefect compartment. Most of his best mates would be there anyway eventually, so it was a good place to start.

... and sort of strange now that he thought about it. His very first trip to Hogwarts had involved a visit to this very compartment, and now he was here legitimately.

The tall seventh year had already stowed his trunk, and now here he was... but there was a Ravenclaw bottleneck in the doorway. He eyed Mo and Nigel with vague curiosity and then managed to duck in past them.

Then he saw why they'd gone and froze up. The headmistress? Didn't she live in Hogsmeade? Why would she be on the express? He gave her a polite smile and sprawled comfortably in one of the seats.

"Morning Headmistress Truebridge." West greeted, not otherwise expecting any harm from her presence. Might've been a safety thing with professors stationed along the whole train for all he knew.

"Yes, it wasn't the best trip for my hair either," the Headmistress found herself agreeing with Nigel. She pat-patted her tidy locks as though assuring herself that they were still there, clean, and bright red. "You're welcome."

The door to the compartment was sliding open again. Hmmmmmmmm. Hadn't Alexa Cambridge graduated yet? No, no there she was, taking two cookies from Annie's outstretched box before she even had the time to say 'yes, you may have one.'

Hmmph.

"These ARE for everyone, Alexa, so do be kind and share," she eyed the girl suspicously. Actually, Cambridge would be a good person to enlist to pass out the cookies FOR the Headmistress. She needed to pull Marcus and the other two out into the corridor anyway. "Here, make sure everyone gets one," she added to the girl, pressing the box into her hands as she spotted the Slytherin captain slinking into the compartment. Two of the three were here...

Sigh. "Morning, Mister Odessa...." she watched him get comfortable. Ahhhhh no. No no. "Do you mind stepping out into a... a separate compartment with me for a moment? You too, Mr. Branxton." The Headmistress squeezed her way to the door and held it open for the boys to follow her out.

It hadn't yet really hit the seventh year Hufflepuff that this was his last year, and that today would be his last trip to Hogwarts, and last start of term feast. In fact, none of that had really registered with him at all. He was just here, making his way to the prefect's compartment. It was where he had to be, out of duty. Plain and simple. He had people to make proud.

Slipping between the people, who he had seen way too much of over the summer, he plopped down in his seat. "Hey Y'all" he said, before even noticing the Headmistress was there. "Er, um, Hello Ma'am." He said wondering what she was doing there. Professors didn't ride on the train did they?

Lex barely registered the door being opened again, too busy nibbling on her cookie while giving the Headmistress curious looks as she tried explaining that the cookies were for everyone. Her eyes fell to the box for a moment. Well that was inconvenient. That hardly left room for seconds, did she know?

Before anything else could be said the box was being handed to her. The box. The cookies. The sugar. Fine move Miss Headmistress Lady. Let the sugar addict had out the sweets. She got this, she totally did. "Sure thing Ma'am. I'll have each cookie eaten by someone before the ride's over." Now let's not read into that too much 'kay? Didn't seem like she would anyway, she was busy wanting a talk with Mo and...Odessa? Where? Lex turned and found West had made his way inside. Must have been while she was being put on box duty.

Lex reached into the box and fished out another cookie. If he was leaving, she could have his as well.

Looking across from her, she saw Kaiden next. Was he allergic to chocolate? Could she legit pretend she thought he was, these being chocolate chips and all? Ehhh.......decisions were hard. "Cookie?" She asked, extending the box but not nearly far enough. Could you tell she was unwilling to share? Had Mo taken his as yet? He was leaving too. Did that mean his belonged to her too.

Oh Merlin.

Lou just hoped he wasn’t late.
He had this shiny badge thing now, so always being on-time was probably a requirement, yeah? Well, it should be by default, but now he suddenly felt a little more aware of the ticking hands in his watch.

Leaving Luna behind with Paloma and Vader, the boy made his way down the corridor to look for th— oh, here it was.
He’d kinda expected the compartment to be at the back of the train for some reason. It was still just his second time on the Hogwarts Express, so don’t judge him.

…And the Headmistress was just standing there holding the door open? Wow, that was so kind of her, he had no idea the badge came with VIP treatment (little did he know she was just waiting for the other two students to walk out). “Good morning, Headmistress.” He gave the woman a polite little nod and walked inside.

Whoa, full house.
“Morning,” he greeted the other unfamiliar faces with a small smile. At least he wasn't late after all.

Theo was a bit later than he had wanted to be to the prefects' compartment, because he had taken the time to change into his school robes already. He wanted his first impression from his friends (?) to be a proper one. Once he made it to the doorway he was kinda baffled to see the headmistress standing there.

Woah, she wasn't here to tell him his new badge had been an unfortunate mistake, was she?!

"Good morning, headmistress..." Smiling nervously, Theo squeezed past here making sure not to touch anyone in the process. Dang the place was crowded. Wasn't anyone going to offer up their seat for the Head Boy???? No? Fine. He made room next to West since he didn't mind squishing up to him, but he was completely oblivious that he was about to be leaving anyway.

Where was Cassia??

If boarding the train on her own wasn't scary enough...it was the fact she'd have to peek in with the special peeps who got their own party palace and pretend to like them all. Or maybe she would like them all. Maybe. Maybe not. Her welcoming committee had no idea she was heading that way as none of them knew anything because she liked to surprise people. Or she'd maybe forgotten about a certain owl herself and been busy mourning her beloved Gemini or cuddling with boyf or babysitting. Busy life, busy life.

With Meatball the kitten in her arms, Elodie manoeuvred her way past the immediate folk and tried her darned hardest not to stare at the head honcho Headmistress, instead just grinning and finger wiggling and yeaaaaaah. She was gonna be that pretty when she was that old. Yup. "Looking well, Headmistress!" Now. Why was she stealing Westicorn and Motown? She knew those two. She LIKED those two.

They had good faces too.

Alexa had the box of cookies extended to Kaiden, but Elodie leant herself in and took one before he could, giving the younger girl a grin and seating herself down with M-Ball in her lap. Food, party palace, pretty people... this was like home already. Holllllaaaa.

Well, well, well. This was it! The last time she was going to ride the Hogwarts Express to go to Hogwarts. It was strange thinking it and surely sad, so she dismissed the thought and focused on other thoughts. Like the new badge she was wearing. now, that, was a totally different and exciting.

After taking her time, wandering around she finally headed to the Prefect's compartment. Sliding the door open she opened her mouth to greet the lot in there but was surprised to see the Headmistress. What?! Was something wrong? Did they decide they no longer needed a head girl? Oh, but the woman was about to leave. "Hello, Headmistress," And bye! West and Mo were leaving with her, too? She smiled at them as she passed them in her way further into the compartment.

"Hi,everyone," she offered as she took a seat next to Theo and beaming at him in the process. Oooh, was Lex holding a box of cookies? Of course she was. With a grin, she reached out and fished one from the box. "Just what I need," She could take as many as she wanted, right. Of course, she was the Head Girl. muahaha.

AND ELODIE! With a BADGE and a new CAT! A new one! "Congrats, Elodie." She smiled at the Hufflepuff girl obviously meaning the badge. "Who's this?" She tilted her head at the cat. Where was Gemini?!

Oh. Elodie. Awesome. West gave her a thumbs up, and Delilah's boytoy got a nod. Congrats and stuff to them. Good people.

"...?" He'd just got comfortable though. And his bro had joined him. West gave Theo a fistbump and grinned over at Cassia, for reasons, and then shot another puzzled look at the headmistress...

...? Now? What? Why? West shrugged. "Sure, Ma'am."

He stood up.... wait. Wait. Had someone died? Mo and him WERE related to the same people... HAD SOMEONE DIED? He gave Mo a slightly alarmed look and headed out, following the headmistress to his doom to find out what was going on.

Cookies? No. No way. Mo was not taking food from the Headmistress, 'cause that very same Headmistress had given them ice cream once, and look how it had turned out. Mo waved off the box and gave Lex a 'be-careful-don't die' look. "You can have mine, Cambridge."

And he couldn't even warn her off them in front of the Headmistress.

Who apparently wanted a private chat? Mo exchanged glances with West, just a flash of concern and wariness, before he shrugged and gestured at the door. "Sure, Headmistress. Lead the way." Maybe he was getting a medal. Mo had no idea what for, but he just really fancied the idea of getting a medal right about now.

The Gryffindor was beginning to think they might as well have left the door open with the rate it kept being nudged open over and over. At least until they were all accounted for, then it could be proper closed. The latest addition...she didn't know him. Of course she'd seem him around before, yeah, but she didn't know him and despite the badge plastered to his shirt she didn't feel obligated to offer him a cookie...she'd be keeping his as well. Headmitress lady needed to leave quickly before she realized just how few cookies were actually being handed out at all. Dude did get a greeting though, a casual "Hi." for his 'good morning' just now.

"The man of the hour." Lex commented at Theo's entrance. She raised the box just a little to draw attention to it before continuing. "Took the liberty of eating your cookie, didn't figure you'd mind." Pay no attention to Theo's cookie still in the box. It wasn't his anymore.

The door opening again hardly registered--whoa whoa whoa!! "Elodie!" GRIN. She didn't know the girl was a Prefect. Eep! Lex would have hugged her but her hands were full and occupied. Of course it wasn't a problem Elodie taking her cookie, they were all technically entitled to one and Lex had made no claims on hers...mostly because she didn't know who it belonged to in the first place. "Congrats on the badge."

The grin got wider at the next person to walk in. This was slowly becoming everyone, yeah? Just needed Dora. "Courtesy of the Headmistress. I haven't dropped dead so they must be good." That was technically a 'hi' but Cassia already knew that. And what was with those looks from Mo? Looked like a warning look and the Gryffindor glanced down at the cookies. She'd already eaten one, it was a bit late for that. Oh! But she could have his! "Thanks Mo! Have fun with your....er...whatever that will be." She said, gesturing to the fact that he was leaving with West and the Headmistress. No questions, none; yet.

Looking well? Was that a comment on how she had looked all last year? Anastasia's eyes narrowed at the Hufflepuff female prefect, briefly, but she returned the girl's greeting anyway.

"Miss Robertser... Mr. Bolton, Miss Somerlad... Mr. Kinsley..." When had he slipped in? She had polite, reserved smiles for all of them, but didn't intrude on their compartment long. Alexa was going to pass out chocolate chip cookies to them all anyway, yes? Yes? Good.

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It hadn't yet really hit the seventh year Hufflepuff that this was his last year, and that today would be his last trip to Hogwarts, and last start of term feast. In fact, none of that had really registered with him at all. He was just here, making his way to the prefect's compartment. It was where he had to be, out of duty. Plain and simple. He had people to make proud.

Slipping between the people, who he had seen way too much of over the summer, he plopped down in his seat. "Hey Y'all" he said, before even noticing the Headmistress was there. "Er, um, Hello Ma'am." He said wondering what she was doing there. Professors didn't ride on the train did they?

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Oh. Elodie. Awesome. West gave her a thumbs up, and Delilah's boytoy got a nod. Congrats and stuff to them. Good people.

"...?" He'd just got comfortable though. And his bro had joined him. West gave Theo a fistbump and grinned over at Cassia, for reasons, and then shot another puzzled look at the headmistress...

...? Now? What? Why? West shrugged. "Sure, Ma'am."

He stood up.... wait. Wait. Had someone died? Mo and him WERE related to the same people... HAD SOMEONE DIED? He gave Mo a slightly alarmed look and headed out, following the headmistress to his doom to find out what was going on.

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Cookies? No. No way. Mo was not taking food from the Headmistress, 'cause that very same Headmistress had given them ice cream once, and look how it had turned out. Mo waved off the box and gave Lex a 'be-careful-don't die' look. "You can have mine, Cambridge."

And he couldn't even warn her off them in front of the Headmistress.

Who apparently wanted a private chat? Mo exchanged glances with West, just a flash of concern and wariness, before he shrugged and gestured at the door. "Sure, Headmistress. Lead the way." Maybe he was getting a medal. Mo had no idea what for, but he just really fancied the idea of getting a medal right about now.

"Kaiden, come with me," she grabbed his elbow to get his attention and then led him and the other two boys into a nearby compartment, which was thankfully empty. The Headmistress gestured that West, Mo, and Kaiden should have a seat, and closed the door to the compartment while she did.

Now. How to say this.... best to just launch into it. She took a breath and made eye contact with all three of them. No more polite smiles and cookies to soften the blow.

"Boys, Quidditch has been cancelled at Hogwarts this school year. We have had a very serious threat on the school and on the youth playing the sport, so I am saddened to report that we no longer require your services as House Captains. I have to respectfully request that you turn your badges in to your Heads of House upon your arrival to the school."

There was a pause, during which the Headmistress reached into her pocket and produced a shiny, golden Hufflepuff Prefect badge. "Mr. Yarborough, we did have an opening in leadership in your House," since his Prefect and Head Boy had graduated, "and Professor Hadley has requested that I give you this. If you will accept, of course. My sincerest apologies to you, Mr. Odessa, and you, Mr. Branxton, that we do not have positions for you as well."

Kaiden too? Okay so maybe nobody had died then, that was good. But what was this about? West watched the headmistress and then...

"Wh-what?" Quidditch cancelled? What did... what? He turned a stricken look on Mo. Cancelled? Quidditch? At Hogwarts? No Quidditch at Hogwarts? None? Who... what? But he'd turned down two offers of full time professional contracts to come back! For Quidditch! At Hogwarts! For his team! No Quidditch. Merlin. He couldn't breathe. He couldn't put words together to ask about this 'threat' because his entire world was crashing down.

..... turn his badge in? West didn't much care about there not being any other positions, to him Quidditch was the only one that mattered. And it mattered so much. He was vaguely aware of Truebridge giving Kaiden a prefect badge but he couldn't focus on that. No chance of redemption after the sour end to the previous season. No chance of proving himself, or regaining the respect of his teammates....

West's expression was lost, his fingers were curling protectively around the Slytherin Captain badge he wore. It meant so much to him and to have it taken away... to turn it in... West Odessa may have been the tallest boy in school, and one of the most outwardly confident students at Hogwarts, but right in that moment he looked very much the kicked puppy.

"I..." He swallowed roughly, "Can't we.... k-keep them?" Even if they couldn't wear them anymore... taking them away would be like it never happened. West scrubbed at his face, and with a supreme effort, he squared his shoulders. "If there's... if there's anything I can d-do, Professor, just let me know." West said quietly, and put on a brave face.

Merlin, this was even worse than breaking up with Alice.

... Keep the badge? No.....noooo.... that was unnecessary. Anastasia was confused if the boy was going to cry now or not. Was school Quidditch really that important to him? Wasn't the general safety of the students MORE important? He hadn't seen the letter, of course, but if the person behind it were to find out the captains still had their badges....

"No," she shook her head quickly. "I don't think keeping the badge would be wise. I'm terribly sorry this had to happen during your last term...." But this was the way it had to be. And now Odessa's expression was clearing up, so that was at least something.

Mo was still smiling pleasantly, stupidly really, at the Headmistress as he took his seat and turned his attention to whatever news it was she had to share. And he was still smiling as the blood seemed to drain from his face and then continue right on out of his body. No Quidditch. No team at all? No practice sessions where they were all so tired by the end the team ended up in a smelly sleepy pile in the common room afterward? No courtyard yoga sessions to get everyone in shape? No watching proud little second years polishing their equipment carefully the morning of the game? No games where they pulled out the win at the last minute and came together in ways Mo couldn't have even dreamed of prior to seeing it? No... captaincy?

'Cause if Mo wasn't the Ravenclaw captain, that made him nothing, right? A seventh year nobody.

Mo furrowed his brow and looked to West to make it right. West always knew what to say, and Mo waited for him to tell Truebridge why they needed Quidditch. But West just asked to keep his badge, and since Mo found that incredibly unhelpful (although maybe West didn't care, since he already had a Quidditch future), it fell to Mo to make it right.

Gryffinclaw. "You can't cancel Quidditch, Headmistress. I mean... if you give in to threats like that, then it means that anyone with a grudge and an owl can shut you down. What if they object to Potions next? It's unconscionable to negotiate with terrorists, 'cause all they learn is that they can keep bullying us. Plus... plus Quidditch isn't just a game, Professor." Nothing from his compatriots? Mo pushed on. "It's how we build house unity. Every other way we earn points and do things is just ONE person doing one thing at a time, but this is us pulling together for a common goal. How will we do that without Quidditch? How will you do that without a person in the house devoted to it? The prefects can't add more to their loads. They barely have time to prefect properly." And most didn't. Just saying.

Was he talking to himself here? Maybe. "And... and Headmistress... for some of us, this is our last chance to get scouted. If we don't play this year, then... then it's... we won't get to play professionally after Hogwarts. It's not just a game. It's our futures. It's everything." She could keep the badge, but she should give back Quidditch.

There was the argument she was expecting. She just hadn't expected it from the son of the President of the Board of Governors.

"No." The redhead responded quickly, shaking her head again. "This decision is NON-NEGOTIABLE, Mr. Branxton. Quidditch is not everything, it is not the purpose for which you attend Hogwarts, and frankly if you think it is, then I will be writing to your mother the instant I step off this train." She fixed him with a firm stare. "The threat we received was serious enough to warrant investigation, and so that is what we will do. I would expect mature seventh years such as yourself to understand the need to put one's life before one's sport, especially in light of all the strange things that have happened during your years at school." And if your life was the sport, then you were probably not living a very healthful existence anyway.

She left that out though, and remained waiting for Kaiden to accept his badge. She needed to get going so that the train could do the same.

West wasn't going to argue the no Quidditch thing. He was clearly devastated, but the headmistress was a Quidditch fan herself, right? Used to play and everything? It had to be a serious threat, and given he had almost had his soul sucked out on the pitch by dementia at the end of fourth year, he was inclined to take threats to his own safety and that of the team's seriously.

As for his badge... He wasn't stupid, if there was some big threat hanging overhead, then he wouldn't wear it or anything. Just to... keep. He had got it brand new, it was his now by right. If he had to, he would even send it to Aspen for safe keeping, but to take it away, the symbol of it as well as the actual reality, sort of made it seem like none of it had ever happened. Or like it was being removed from him in disgrace. Like it was never truly his, even when it finally was.

He stayed silent as Mo railed against the decree, and frowned to himself. "Will we get to know more about this threat, professor? Are the other magical schools under threat too? Is there... Anything I can do to help.... ummm... Ease things? With the other students I mean. " his mind had immediately gone to his team. How did he make it easier for them? Easier to focus on that than think too hard on what it meant for him and his future.

After being yanked aside as soon as he reached the prefect's compartment, Kaiden just stood there, slightly confused as always. No quidditch, that was... something. While the others stood their and argued the Hufflepuff captain processed things internally. It was quite a relief actually. It had taken him all term being comfortable being a captain, and when he was finally used to it, and even saw himself as fairly good at it, that match had happened. And it had caused him to do a lot of thinking. Thinking that no one probably even thought him capable of because they all thought he was stupid. But all of his thinking had nearly led him to telling Hadley he couldn't do it again. In the end, he had decided he would keep his feeling to himself, and continue out of duty. The same duty he had felt when he had trudged in with the prefects, just moments before. It was a relief though, knowing he wouldn't have to put up with the heat from all the other houses, and with a nod, he unclipped a badge, and handed it over to the Headmistress. Before he released it he said, "Just, make sure who ever gets it next knows how important it is." How important it was to have something Captain and Keeper Lady had had.

"I....." Kaiden stopped and nodded. The sense of duty, the same one that had made him decide to remain Captain, had made him pick up the prefect's badge. "Okay," he said looking down at the badge in his hand, the one Milkshake had. He'd try to make those who had worn this badge before him. And Mouse, and Hadley. He didn't pin it on though. It made him feel.... not right.