"It was beyond horrifying. Dementors everywhere and not many of us were familiar with the patronus charm. There was one point during a Quidditch match where they nearly took two of the snakes." Pity they hadn't given who the two snakes had been but that was apparently an unpopular opinion and the Gryffindor was adept at keeping those to herself by now. "The students are usually fine in the end no matter what happens in the term. Don't think any of us have ever...died." Not since that one Hufflepuff she'd heard about a few terms back. Shame that.

Lex eased away a little from the table, deciding she'd had enough for now and let Felix help himself to her plate while she carried on talking to the Ravenclaw. "How's about this Friday? We don't have a lesson scheduled for the afternoon, might be okay after lunch?" If that couldn't work she was sure they could come up with something else, just...not the weekend, she usually had plans for then.

"I think you should practice against the dummies that fight back. Might give you a little more drive to get the nonverbals right sooner." Lex found she produced better results when they were needed. The only time she used the regular dummies these days was when she was blowing things up for the sake of the explosions. Otherwise, she needed opposition and her friends weren't as keen on visiting the arena as she usually was.

Lex couldn't help but laugh at the words of the Ravenclaw. "Brave? Nah. Lazy and indisciplined is more like it but in a good way. I don't believe in all that Astrology stuff and wasn't gonna walk all the way down a million stairs to find Profosser Glendower when Bellaire was standing literally inches from me in the corridor. Truthfully she's not that bad once you've decided she won't scare you. None of them are." There was a time when the Gryffindor was terrified of the Headmistress but even that had come to pass.

After sending a quick message to his fellow mate over the muggle social media site (a.k.a Twitter), Simon made his way into the Great Hall. The snow was beginning to pile up on the floor, making everything super slippery and very cold. He shivered when he entered and was grateful that he had dressed warmly. Simon was wearing several layers, a woolen coat, gloves, Slytherin scarf, and hat. If he hadn't been, he probably would have been freezing his butt off.

WOAH!

The third year nearly lost his balance and began waving his arms around for a couple of seconds. Not going to fall. Not going to fall.

THUD.

He fell on a soft pile of snow by the Ravenclaw table. Owww. He rubbed his sore butt and then carefully grabbed the table to help pull him up. Okay, note to self, wear snowboots next time in here. It's waaay too slippery. But wait! His eyes widened, he didn't have to wear snowboots for he had magic. He quickly transfigured his normal shoes into snow shoes and then waited for Grayson to arrive. He gave a nod to some people who were sitting at the Ravenclaw table.

Penelope came down to the great hall for lunch, reading Hogwarts, A History. She looked around at the food on the table, thinking about what to eat. There must be salad somewhere. The first year would find salad for lunch. Salad with a lot of vegetables and no wheat products.

She sat down at the table next to a boy who looked like he was in her year. "Hi. Do you mind if I sit here? I'm Penelope, by the way." Penelope got a plate of salad and started to eat.

Sweet Merlin, this freaking NONSENSE was still here.

Grayson made a face and pulled the sleeves of his jumper down so that they were covering his gloved hands. Ridiculous. And he was slipping and sliding EVERYWHERE. When had this place piled up with so much snow, eh? And why had there been SO many footprints around that it made things mushy and icy? He even had to clutch onto the TABLE to stop himself from landing flat on his bottom.

................... Which somebody did? SNORT.

Oh. Wait. No, that was SIMON. Take it BACK, Whitty!

Doing what any GOOD FRIEND would do, Grayson slipped and slid his way over towards Simon, pretending that he had seen nooooooothing. His blue eyes saw the food and the table and all the freaking snow but CERTAINLY not the fall. Nuh uh. Save the guy some embarrassment because he was SUCH a good person like that. Obviously.

"Someone came prepared!" Jeez, way to make him look underdressed for this. "Cool shoes, by the way."

Someone must have seen his fail of a fall. Meh, nevermind. Fortunately, Grayson showed up a little after the fall. Good, good. His mate hadn't seen one of the most embarrassing moments of Simon's Hogwarts career yet (yes, folks! With Simon here, there will be plenty more of these golden moments to occur. I promise you). Phew!

Simon chuckled and then shrugged his shoulders. "Yeah, you know first year in this weather. It's summer where I'm from," he exclaimed with a wide grin. He beamed. "Thanks a little bit of transfiguration helped me get these. Do you need more traction on your shoes? It's very slippery around here." Not that he had fallen or anything. Nu-uh. Simon hadn't fallen. If anyone had seen that fall then they were obviously imagining it. The boy was way too cool to land on his butt. Mhmmm.. "How does it feel to be fifteen?" he said, trying to avoid the awkwardness that he may or may have not caused.

He glanced around the Ravenclaw table and then smirked. Hehe. Perfect. "So are you ready to start this or what? Or should we build a wall of defense before we start aiming at people?"

Austin glanced up at the young girl. He nodded towards the empty seat, assuring her that it was alright to sit next to him. After swallowing his mouthful of food, he smiled. She seemed about his age, and by the looks of her robes, she was in the same house. Penelope, eh? He didn't know any Penelope's, but he was sure he had seen her around. Probably in classes. Yea, that was it.

"I'm Austin," he winked. "Austin Moore."

Jasmine shook her head. She couldn't imagine how frightening it had to have been to have dementors constantly attacking. It was relief to know that the students usually came out OK, she guessed. Then Lex said that no one had ever died. "Well at least the students have that going for them."

Jasmine watched as Felix cleaned Lex's plate. Then the conversation turned to scheduling a time for Lex to watch her dance. "Friday afternoon is good", she replied. Other than homework and studying, Jasmine didn't have anything else planned. "We could meet outside the Room of Requirement." It would feel good to dance again and Jasmine had to get over the hurdle of returning to the dance studio eventually.

When Lex suggested that Jasmine practice nonverbal spells on the dummies that fought back, she was not convinced. "I'm not sure I'm up for that just yet. Soon, but not yet." She still needed a whole lot more practice before she was ready to tackle them. "You sound like you are pretty good at the silent spells. Maybe you could give me some tips?"

Jasmine was amused when Lex explained how she selected her Valentine's card recipient. And the thought of Professor Bellaire being warm and fuzzy was almost too funny to imagine. None of the Professors are scary, really? "I don't know about that. Healer Tillstorm really scares me.......a lot, although, she did take pretty good care of me." Jasmine found several of the staff members to be rather intimidating, but that could just be a show for the students. It was a show that was pretty convincing.

Of course Simon hadn't fallen. Of course not. He had your BACK, dude.

Woah, wait. JUST HOLD ON A MINUTE THERE. "You mean to say that you transferred too? This is your first year at Hogwarts as well?" Because if so, they had even MORE in common now. And where was he from? Because Grayson wanted to go there and stay there FOREVER. If it was summer forever, that meant plenty of beach visits. SMIRK. "Jeez, man, you're SMART! And yeah, that'd be great, thanks," he said, wiggling his feet a little. Good to keep the circulation in this little bad boys going. How does it feel to be fifteen? "EPIC!" Lies, Whitlock. "It doesn't feel that different but it sounds like a much cooler age. Almost as cool as sixteen." Sixteen and eighteen were definitely the coolest.

Simon really was smart, wasn't he? Why? Plans. The boy was thinking of plans ALREADY. He liked that, about as much as the fact that this one over here was a fellow smirker. "If we build up a wall of defence, we risk looking like cowards. If not, we'll have to use the table and that's not efficient." Pros and cons and all. "Let's build one! That's what they do in proper battles."

Did the students really have anything going for them when you thought about it? Sure they never died but they ended up real miserable by mid-term...'cept that one year with the elections where nothing bad happened, though she did reckon they were miserable for a different reason. "I suppose. Making it to summer is quite the accomplishment when you start coming here."

Another glance told her that Felix had now had his fill as well and was on to cleaning at his paws and the rest of his furs. Old habit she didn't think would go away. If he was listening to the new plans they had for this Friday he gave nothing away. "Awesome. I'll see if Cassia wants to come too--she's more into that type of thing--but if you don't want her to that's fine too." Aaand the kneazle was curling up now. Yup. Lunch was over.

She grinned. Jasmine said she sounded good at non-verbals. "I reckon I am. Put a lot of practice into them especially now with the lock in. I'm better with hexes, jinxes and curses, than charms though, hope that won't be a problem." Alexa didn't have the same diligence for teaching herself a spell unless it had the potential to cause harm...especially on someone else or destruction in another way. Very few things held her interest.

Lex scooped Felix proper into her arms by now and lifted herself from the table. "I should be going. I was meant to go help Cass with her DADA studying for NEWTS. She must be wondering where I am--I know." She reached for another slice of apple pie. She would take this with her as a peace offering. "But the Healer's not that bad. Seriously. Just grouchy. You gotta find her soft spot then you'll be golden." Was she forgetting anything? ....No? "It was cool talking to you. I'll see you around then?"

Simon nodded a couple of times rather quickly. "Yes! I did transfer from Australia," he explained with a subtle Melbourne accent bleeding into each word. WAIT. HAD GRAYSON TRANSFERRED TOO? If so, they could be transferring buddies. Let's face it, who didn't WANT to be transferring buddies with Grayson Whitty? "Have you been here for a while or did you transfer too?" he asked curiously. He chuckled a little and shrugged his shoulders nonchalantly at Grayson's compliment. Yeah, he was smart but he didn't want to brag about it. Well at least not in front of Grayson because Grayson was just awesome too. "Sixteen and eighteen both sound good." Simon had two more years before he turned sixteen. And four years until he turned eighteen. Merlin, that was a long time.

He smirked at Grayson's observation and nodded. Yes, build up a wall of defence so that they were unstoppable. And Simon didn't want to look like a coward too. He had already slipped so looking like cowards was definitely not on the agenda. "Precisely. Don't want to look like cowards in front of everyone," he agreed. They were BOTH much cooler than that. Seriously. He nodded. "Yes," he began pilling up some snow and then realized that they could use magic. "It would probably be more effective to use magic to build the walls, huh?" He pulled out his wand and started casting a couple charms.

"And your her sister." Charlie hoped that if Val ever got married, that she would be a bridesmaid. Obviously she expected maid of honour to go to her cousin, but still. Sisters got special treatment, right? That was the way she'd always imagined it. "She stole their boyfriends?" Charlie couldn't help but giggle a little - the prospect seemed so absurd, but she didn't think Elodie would lie about it. And Candice was definitely beautiful enough.

Something in the Robertser genes?

Speaking of when the wedding was... "So, Tristan'll be going, right?" Wow, he'd look so handsome in a suit, she couldn't help but think, letting her brain wander to her boyfriend all dressed up, a smile settling onto her face. "You think they'll ever be a girl?" And if there was a girl, would she stay a Darcy forever? Or would she marry and change? Speaking of, she corrected herself. "I mean, a born Darcy girl? Not female Darcy by marriage.

"But Elodie's a girls name." Which didn't fit into the whole, 'always a boy' thing. Maybe Charlie was being dense. Probably Charlie was being dense. "You'll never get rid of me. Ever." Okay? "Well, until you change your mind and like the thought of getting rid of me."

Please don't let that happen.

Jasmine wasn't quite sure what to make of the fact that students staying alive until summer was an accomplishment. When she thought about it though, she had already had two near death expriences........so yeah, point taken. Hogwarts was an interesting place, that was for sure. "Well I'm on a mission to survive my two years here and I mean to do it.", Jasmine said.

When the subject turned back to dancing, Jasmine responded to Lex's suggestion. "Cassia's more than welcome to come", she said when Lex suggested inviting her. Besides, how could she leave out her co-survivor from the Forbidden Forest?

Jasmine looked at Lex when she alluded to her love for curses and such. She was a verrrry hard girl to figure out. "No not a problem. Spells are spells. I need to focus on the nonverbal technique in general and then try to apply it to a wider variety of spells." Basically, Jasmine just needed to practice, practice, practice.

And then Lex had to go. She had definitely broken up the meal monotony for Jasmine. She would have another lonely and boring sit at the Ravenclaw table had Lex not crawled by. "It was nice talking to you too. Catch you later.". As Lex gathered up Felix and started to leave, Jasmine said, "Hey Lex, thanks".

Brrrrrrrrrrrrrrr.......

A shivering Josette couldn't believe her eyes as she'd entered the Great Hall. The rumors were actually true. The Great Hall really was snowing & it was all over the place. She had automatically come up with one conclusion; the Great Hall was the coldest place in the entire castle. Thank Merlin she had at least bundled up appropriately, otherwise she surely would have regretted it. Although, she was still pretty chilly. Maybe she should at least have brought her blanket, it would've kept her whole body warmer, but there was at least a decent reason for that. Sebastian was currently using it for his napping time, so she didn't want to stir him, otherwise he probably would have been perched on her head underneath her hat.

Anyways. She took a moment to scan around the White Hall as she proceeded to head towards the table she'd believed to be the Ravenclaw House Table. As she approached her eyes had settled on someone who looked familiar, but she really couldn't tell.

...Was that..Simon?

Her sister. Yes, that she was. "As if you ever thought Candice wasn't that kind of girl! Married and divorced before she was 21!" And it wasn't like she hadn't had the perks of dating more than one of the Darcy brothers. Had her and Nolan even been dating before she'd gotten pregnant? These were going to have to be proper questions for when Els got home to their loved up household or whatever was really going on back there. "She clearly just needed to realise that Nolan was the one she needed to be marrying." And it had taken forrrrrrEVER.

Tilting her head, Elodie raised an eyebrow. "Why? You scouting for an invite, Choo?" She grinned then and nodded. "I'll put in a good word for you." It was obviously a definite thing though, because T was Nolan's little brother and they were as close, if not closer, than Els and Candice themselves.

"A girl? I'm not sure.. I don't think so. Maybe? Gianna said there hasn't been a girl as far as they go back on the family tree. But...with the older boys reputations... There might already be?" She didn't know. She didn't actually care though. Her boys were her boys and she wouldn't want to have to share their attention. She managed to share it with Nova because she was T's other bestie, but...no other sharing. None at all. "Sooooo? I'm sure they can pass it off as a boys name too!" Heck, some of those Darcy boy names were silly. Chaucer? No thanks.

"Never ever, Choo."

Wow. Charlie had definitely not known that about Candice. She giggle a little, biting down on her bottom lip. "And you've been waiting for her to realise that for how long?" Knowing Elodie, who had been so wonderful at setting herself up, she'd seen Nolan and Candice's future the moment she'd seen the pair of them together. When were they getting married? Where? Was it going to be big, or small? Charlie held her questions in, though, knowing that if the pregnancy was barely announced, then the wedding wouldn't have been planned.

Yet, obviously.

"Always. I've never been to a wedding before." She admitted freely to her friend, returning Elodie's grin. "Let them know I'd look good on Tristans arm, yeah?" Because that should secure her invitation. She'd expect it with the next owl. Whenever that would be. Taking a moment to look up at the ceiling and wonder at the lack of birds, Charlie quickly reverted her gaze back to the table, and began picking at a salad.

Nods were offered as she listened to the older girl speak. "That's kinda cool. Maybe it's something in the Darcy genes." She wondered, if there ever was to be a girl, would the boys be protective? They'd have to be, right, watching over and looking out for the lone double x chromosome. "But it's too pretty to be a boys name." And she'd forever associate it with the Hufflepuff prefect, and that wasn't what people wanted in a baby boy, was it?

"Good."

Simon was busy building the wall of awesomeness with Grayson when he looked up briefly and saw a very familiar face. Josie? Man, he hadn't seen her in ages. Where had she been? Reading? Probably staying inside to avoid the cold? Smart girl. He had no clue what she had been up to but he hoped that he had been well. He also hoped that she had got to spend some time with Ethan .

He gave her a wave and then nudged Grayson. "That's Josie. She's a good mate of Ethan's," he whispered to his fellow Snake and then stood up to give her a kind smile. He waved. "Hey Josie! Long time no see. How've you been?"

Arriving a bit early than usual to the Great Hall for dinner, the astronomer rubbed his hands together and wished he had thrown on another layer or two of clothing to keep warm. Or his snowsuit perhaps...but that was in desperate need of a good wish since he had taken to sleeping in it during the long cold lonely nights.

Clicking his tongue in rhythm to the tune playing in his head, he scanned the Ravenclaw table for the seventh year. He had to eat sometime, right? Maybe he would just sit down and grab himself one of the roast chicken legs and nibble on it to pass the time. His stomach was growling just a bit since he had missed lunch...but he had been so warm in his little cocoon of blankets back in his office and decided to stay there and fill up on tea and what he had left of Miss Adams' brownies for a 'lunch' instead of going aaaaaaaaaaall the way down aaaaaaaaaaaaaall those COLD and FREEZING stairs to the Great Hall.

Giving quick glances left and right and failing to spot Mr. Branxton, Airey eagerly sat down and grabbed a chicken leg. Nom nom nom yum nom nom.

Dinner tiiiiiiime. Mo hopped into a seat at the end of the Ravenclaw table, piling his plate high with a drumstick, mashed potatoes, gravy, and some sort of creamed corn that looked like it was actually warm. And then he spotted Flamsteed sitting further down the table. Their table. Fascinating.

Mo lifted his plate and scooted down the table until he was sitting right next to the Astronomy professor. "Hullo, Professor. This weather is out of this world, isn't it? I mean... it's not literally. It's literally in the troposphere, but it's crazy anyway."

Simon was a transfer as well! And not just from anywhere, from FREAKING AUSTRALIA. "You serious? Australia's WAY too cool." Beaches. It had LOTS of beaches, as far as this boy knew, and that was exactly why he wanted to go there. "What's it like there?" As for his question about being here for long: MAN, he wished! "Well, I didn't transfer from anywhere cool like Australia buuuut I am a transfer. Transferred this year from," He cleared his throat before putting on his best French accent. "Beauxbatons." And yes, he did know how to speak French. Talented, he was. "Uh huh! When's your birthday?"

The great thing about Simon was that he just KNEW. And they were on similar wavelengths too. GOOD. He didn't want to be building a wall of defence with any old loony. They would likely argue his points with dumb suggestions of their own and they'd get nothing done. So, thank you for being cool, Holden. "'Xactly! Because we're not cowards. Glad you understand, mate." Nod. Grayson streeeeetched out his arms and was ablut to start piling he snow up when--

Okay HOLD THE FREAKING PHONE. "How are you doing that?" The snow piling using MAGIC. Was he using a simple spell? And how come Grayson didn't know? HMMMMM?

Before he could question this, the third year was talking about someone that was nearby. A LADY someone. Hiding something are we, Holden? Grayson looked in that direction, watching the girl all too curiously, before saying, "A good friend of Ethan's eh? A friend or a friend friend?" Nudge nudge wink wink. Oh please say it was the latter! It would be oh so much fun to make fun of the guy about this.

"Hey, Josie!" he called, giving her a small nod, "Don't think we've met before. The name's Grayson." Hey hi sup.

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Dinner tiiiiiiime. Mo hopped into a seat at the end of the Ravenclaw table, piling his plate high with a drumstick, mashed potatoes, gravy, and some sort of creamed corn that looked like it was actually warm. And then he spotted Flamsteed sitting further down the table. Their table. Fascinating.

Mo lifted his plate and scooted down the table until he was sitting right next to the Astronomy professor. "Hullo, Professor. This weather is out of this world, isn't it? I mean... it's not literally. It's literally in the troposphere, but it's crazy anyway."

He was distracted by the delicious chicken leg in his hands and completely missed the arrival of Mr. Branxton until he was sitting down right next to him. Taking a rather large bite out of the leg, to the point where his left cheek had to puff out a little, he chewed slowly and nodded his head towards the seventh year to return the greeting before he swallowed. "Ah, Mr. Branxton, I had been looking for you."

But then food happened. Oooooooooh that was a pleasant looking mountain of mashed potatoes over there...

"Certainly out of my world," he grumbled. Meaning his world of science and logic. "Keeping yourself warm I hope." He then looked down at his chicken leg and was about to finish it off when he suddenly recalled Miss Cambridge's words about other meat options in the castle. "I sincerely hope this really is chicken that I am eating," he muttered, tearing off the remaining meat with his teeth and swallowing.

Simon hadn't been expecting to get Grayson's reaction towards Australia. His mate seemed to get very, very enthusiastic about it all so Simon just simply smiled. Heh. "Yeah, it's pretty cool. The weather's not too bad. It never gets this cold and its summer over there right now so my family's at the beach. Food's really good," he added. Oh yes, the boy missed the food a ton. The food at Hogwarts was pretty decent but he missed his family's cooking. Grayson had transferred from Beauxbatons? Wait. Did that mean the kid was french? "You... You can speak french? That's AWESOME," said Simon with a wide grin. The boy had always wanted to be able to speak in another language. He only knew phrases in different languages so if he ever went to the country, he could only get up to the "Hi, my name is" stage of it all. After that, he'd be cactus.

Oh right the spell. "It's Accio but I'm doing it non-verbally. Here, its pushing the snow on the floor, closer to me, and then its building it up. I only figured out I could do it a couple days ago. Experimentation, " he explained. The other day, he had been experimenting. Peeves had come over and dumped a lot of snow onto him and so Simon tried to fire a snowball from the other side of the room at Peeves. It hadn't worked because the spell made the snow come towards Simon (of course- as that was the purpose of this spell) but instead of hitting Peeves, it smacked Simon right in the nose. But he wasn't going to tell Grayson any of the details cause he had to keep it cool, you know. Grayson couldn't know that Simon was a complete dork.

As Josie walked over Simon nudged Grayson and smirked wickedly. "Friend friend but I didn't tell you," he said winking at the older Slytherin. Ehehe. Simon also took note of Professor Flamsteed and another student arriving. Perhaps they'd both eventually join in the snowball fight. However, the two of them appeared to be having a very serious conversation.

It was perfectly obvious that Flamsteed was coveting Mo's mashed potatoes, and Mo pulled it in a little closer to himself to avoid any sharing. Germs and stuff. Plus Mo was hungry. All the time.

"You found me. This is always a good place to start, actually. Better even than my common room, since I split time between there and the library and any quiet spot that isn't full of firsties who don't have to worry about NEWTs." Mo pulled the mashed potato bowl down the table and positioned it between himself and Flamsteed. Sharing is caring.

"I'm good at staying warm, sir. Staying in shape to tryout out for the Wanderers when school gets out." Mo lifted the chicken leg to his mouth and had just taken a bite when Flamsteed spoke again. The chicken tasted not great all of a sudden. "That was something I could have gone without knowing."

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It was perfectly obvious that Flamsteed was coveting Mo's mashed potatoes, and Mo pulled it in a little closer to himself to avoid any sharing. Germs and stuff. Plus Mo was hungry. All the time.

"You found me. This is always a good place to start, actually. Better even than my common room, since I split time between there and the library and any quiet spot that isn't full of firsties who don't have to worry about NEWTs." Mo pulled the mashed potato bowl down the table and positioned it between himself and Flamsteed. Sharing is caring.

"I'm good at staying warm, sir. Staying in shape to tryout out for the Wanderers when school gets out." Mo lifted the chicken leg to his mouth and had just taken a bite when Flamsteed spoke again. The chicken tasted not great all of a sudden. "That was something I could have gone without knowing."

Maybe he would pass on another chicken leg...and Mr. Branxton's mashed potatoes DID look rather appealing...but the astronomer instead reached for a large plate of steamed broccoli and jabbed his fork into one of them. He used to build mountains out of his mashed potatoes as a child and stuck broccoli in the starch mountain to act as trees. Then it was his job as the big hungry giant to destroy the landscape by eating it. Or so he reminiscent in his head while chewing on his first vegetable.

OH! Look! More mashed potatoes...don't mind if he do.

"And just how are your NEWT studies going?" he asked as he scooped some mashed potatoes onto his plate and began forming a mountain out of them with his spoon. "Bright young man like yourself must be feeling rather confident."

His eyes widened and even twinkled a little. "Are you really? I shall have to request a signed photograph of you in your Wigtown Wanderers uniform to add to my collection," he grinned before returning his attention to his now fully formed mountain that was slowly gaining some broccoli foliage. "Unless Miss Cambridge has been in the kitchens cooking and serving food, I am sure we have nothing to worry about." Hopefully. Unless the house elves had overheard their conversation and somehow gained Headmistress approval to, well, use some of the castle's "new" resources. He stuck a few more "trees" into the side of his "mountain" using his fork.

"Before we get too caught up in dinner conversation, I have something I want you to have," the professor explained as his right hand reached over into his enchanted breast pocket to search for something. After a few moments of complete concentration, he remove a small something with a bronze ribbon tied around the handle and presented it to the seventh year. "I know the hair incident was a one time only occasion and surely I have beaten that story into the ground, but as it took place in my first ever lesson here at Hogwarts...it holds a rather special place in my memory. And while I shall be keeping the very lint roller you used in your hair outside my classroom, I wanted you to have something to remember myself and my subject by." For better or worse, although Mr. Branxton was getting a far superior lint roller. Custom made.

"Oh... Since I was born." She grinned then, reaching for something else to eat and collecting her thoughts about Nolan and Candice into one brain space. They'd been friends since what seemed like forever, hence the reason that Elodie had grown up with the Darcy boys, and in some sense..so had her siblings. "I think they always knew they were gonna be together, you know? They just didn't want to say it. Because they're lame and clearly needed me around all the time for them to know properly." Not that she was ever around all the time, but she'd left enough hints. And secret notes from one to the other. Getting people together was a covert operation that took years of planning.

Especially when Candice Darcy Robertser was involved.

With a look, Elodie shook her head. "I don't believe that you haven't been to a wedding before. I don't believe it." Seriously? No weddings? No witnessing a first dance? No CAKE? How was she supposed to believe that someone had never attended one? She'd been to enough weddings to last her a wedding lifetime, but she still got excited at each of them. "You'd look good on anyones arm. But I'll be sure to drop your name in all of my sentences when I know they're planning. Besides, Tristan would probably make sure your name is on there before family were." Doof.

"I bet I'd have a girl if I had a baby with a Darcy." Not that she was planning on it because they were all gross and she still spent her Christmases in their laps, making them do her hair and watch films with her. Traditions stood. "It'd be a pretty boy though. Candice is pretty. Nolan is...godlike." Favourite Darcy ever. It had used to be Tristan, but then she grew into her boy liking teenage years and Nolan became hot totty.

"Well, actually. Very well. I think I'm nearly ready for most subjects, although I'm closer on the subjects that require book study and theoretical application over those that need practical application. Something about this weather just... saps my desire to leave the warm study nest, y'know?" And Mo was good at creating a warm study nest for himself, especially if he could claim one of the couches in front of the fireplace in the common room.

But was he feeling confident? He was feeling comfortable, which wasn't the same thing, but Mo knew that anything could go wrong. The test could be on an entire subject he'd skipped or he could have a bad day. Nothing was for certain. "Oh, don't... don't say things like that. You'll jinx it. I might not even be good enough to make the team, but you'll for sure jinx it if you start saying things like that," Mo flapped a slightly panicked hand at the professor, showing quite plainly that while he wasn't concerned about his NEWTs, he was very concerned about Quidditch.

Mo plowed back into his chicken leg with some embarrassment, which meant he was reaching for the gift from Flamsteed with slightly greasy fingers. He rubbed them clean on his napkin before taking the lint roller gingerly from the professor. What a very thoughtful and hilarious gift. Both things at the same time, which was extremely hard to do. Mo grinned broadly and mimed rolling the top of his well-coiffed hair with the roller. "I can't promise that I won't continue to get myself into sticky situations, sir, but this is one mistake I won't make twice. And really, if the worst that curiosity gets me is having to cut something sticky out of my hair, then I'm probably living my life well and with enthusiastic curiosity." And that's how it should be, to his mind.

"Thanks, sir. I would have remembered you and your classes anyway, but this definitely helps."