Abby smiled at Puck and said "Yeah course it is a good fit because i do love books but i do like to attend lessons and make sure i learn a lot in class, but yeah i get what you mean though"

She could see it too? That was excellent, it meant he wasn't alone - though he realised she might have just been humouring him, which was perfectly fine with him too. At any rate, cloud watching was always a matter of perspective which was made of both physical and also psychological elements... cause, yeah, just cause.

He actually almost wished Domingo was still at the school, because she was very prank worthy... a complete nutjob. Then again, it wasn't as if there was a shortage at the school, he just liked getting revenge, and he'd missed that opportunity. When Hady essentially offered her pranking services, he peered at the little Slytherin next to him. Really? "You're in?" he asked, grinning and nudging her with his elbow. Now that would be something he'd like to see - minus the getting into trouble part, he'd be more than happy to take the fall for that. And Dante had another good point - which made him sound ALMOST Ravenclaw-ish. ALMOST... by a bit of a stretch of the imagination and only because the dude had more flare than textbook jargon.

"You know, it sucks we're not all in the same House," he started, and really, that meant that HE was the odd one out. And worse still, they were at opposite ends of the castle, cause last he checked the dungeons were an awful long way away from the seventh floor, he was closer to the Ravenclaw's than anything else, and they were boring. Why was it he liked a lot of Snakes, hmmmm? He'd have started to tink he was wrong to tell the hat to put him in Gryffindor, but that wasn't likely, he loved the House and Frankie made for a fun roomie when he wasn't fussing with his hair like a girl.

Slumping down a bit in the grass she rested her head back on the bench making the cloud watching a bit more comfortable. Her neck was starting to hurt from how she had been sitting before. Sitting here with Zeke and Dante was nice, the three of them just relaxing and having a good time talking.

Hady flashed him an innocent smirk when he nudged her in the side. "Awesome. Just let me know if I'm needed." Being included in some adventures with the boys was like a small accomplishment to her but she wouldn't admit it to them. She was certain they probably didn't think she was a troublemaker of any sort but that was just for now. In time they'd see just how she really could be.

She hadn't really thought much about the fact that Zeke was in a different house. It didn't matter at all to her. It might make it hard to plan out their adventures sometimes but they could always find away around that. Now that he'd mentioned it though her mind couldn't help but think how much fun it'd be had Zeke been in their house with them.

Bleu could tell he didn't know much about Chelsea so that was a good thing. Though, she would have to tell him eventually that her family was wealthy. She didn't want it to be a shock if he came to visit her. Oh, Manchester was lovely. She always loved going there. Her and her mother mostly traveled around England and Manchester was one of the favorite places to go. "That must be amazing. I Love visiting Manchester." She smiled.

She blushed a little. She wasn't at all used to having people tell her that she was pretty or that she had a lovely face. It was nice, but she really needed to get the blushing under control. "Thank you." She smiled and said, "We will have to figure out when would be best to go. I will have to talk to my mother about it too. But I'm sure it wouldn't be a problem at all." She thought long and hard about the answer to that question. She loved all of the Beatles music, but, "Abbey Road and The White Album. However my favorite song isn't on either of those albums. What about you?" She smiled.

So, she visited Manchester. That was cool. "Yeah, it's an awesome place." He said as he began to play with some of his hair. They had some horses so he always liked to ride down to a little creek behind the house. It was a gorgeous spot and he wanted to live there forever!

He grinned at her blushing. "Look at you, all red!" Dylan teased, winking at her. He didn't mind the blushing, though. In fact, he thought it was adorable, and besides he did it too. He then shrugged. "Y'know, I'm sure my parents are fine with anytime! They're pretty easy-going with that kinda stuff." The fifth year explained with a tiny nod, smiling when she told him her favorite albums. "Those are some great ones!" He exclaimed, cocking her head when she said her favorite song wasn't on them. Hmm. "What's your favorite song then?" He asked.

Now it was his turn to answer. "I love Help!" He answered without hesitation. It was the one with all his favorite songs on it...it was just so good and he remembered learning every song on it on guitar and how great he felt for doing so.

"Living so close to London is fun, but living in the city gets tiring. It's nice to be able to sneak off for a weekend with my mum and spend time in the country. We go to Manchester because my mum's sister lives in the country there as well." Bleu smiled. She really did love being in the country. It was so peaceful.

Ughhhhh...she blushed a shade redder and giggled. "Stop it. I can't help it." She stuck her tongue out at him. She liked how easily they talked to each other. It was an amazing feeling to be so comfortable with someone so quickly. "Then it's settled! This summer we are going to Liverpool!" She smiled, leaned over and kissed his cheek. Ah...her favorite song..."Hey Jude. You would think it would be All You Need Is Love because of my shirt, but that't like my second favorite song." She shrugged. She had always loved the song Hey Jude. It gave her hope when she had none.

"Oh, thats a good one too! Whats your favorite Beatles song?" She had to be specific because they were currently talking Beatles, but soon she would ask the ultimate music question.

"I've never been to the city," Dylan said with a sigh. "It sounds cool. But me parents never take me out there so, I never know what it's like." He frowned. He was sure it was louder than it was where he was from but he couldn't help but be curious... "Oh, she lives out there? That's awesome!" He smiled.

Dylan grinned as she blushed more. "Sorry, sorry!" He said, pretending to look offended. "Just a lil' joke is all." He said, making a pouty face. Hehe. His face lit up then when she said they were going. YAY! The excitement on his face was nothing compared to what was going on inside of him. He wouldn't let THAT show, though. He could be a major fangirl sometimes. "Brilliant! I can't wait." Was what he decided to simply say instead as he blushed slightly at the kiss she gave him on the cheek.

"Ah, that's a great one," He told her. Hey Jude was so great and he could listen to that one forever. His mother used to sing it to him when he was a baby to get him to sleep...he smiled fondly at the memory. He then sighed at her question. "Man, I've got SO many...it's hard choosing one! But I think I'll have to go with You're Gonna Lose that Girl." He answered.

Bleu loved the city. Of course it had its downfalls, and it was always nice to get away but she really did love it. "It's fantastic. When you come visit I will take you everywhere!" She smiled, "Yeah my aunt, uncle and little cousins. They were living in Godric's Hollow with my grandparents, but needed a change, why not in the middle of the country in Manchester. I don't blame them though. It's gorgeous." She loved visiting them.

She giggle at his pouty lip and fake hurt feelings. He was so adorable. She poked his pouty lip back in, replying, "It's ok. I'll let you have a freebie this time." She gave him a wink and a small giggle. She could tell he was more excited than he let on. She understood the fangirling side of guys had to stay hidden in front of girls. "It will be totally great." She would have to get him something Beatles themed for Christmas...or his birthday....she would have to find out when that was.

"That's a great song too." She smiled, continuing, "Now, the ultimate question. Outside of the Beatles, what is your all time favorite song that you can listen to over and over and over and not get tired of?" She figured it would be something rock and roll.

This jogging thing had so far been kept to, but that didn't mean Abbi was thoroughly enjoying it. It was alright but with her lazy personality she'd much rather be in the common room talking to some people whilst petting Whiskers. That sounded like a more ideal afternoon to her, yet she knew this would have the better influence on her mind frame. 'A busy person always gets things done', was what her mother used to say and she had to admit it was true.

Phew! She was so done though, that was it for today.

The fifth year plonked onto a bench and caught her breathe. She'd give herself a moment or too, then stretch, grab a snack and eventually head for a shower or bath. Then maybe, just maybe she'd begin attempting some homework. Sounded alright to her and to her list.

Seeing the courtyard in the distance, Bambi gritted her teeth and picked up her pace until she was flat out sprinting. It was the best part of her run, that last part where she threw everything she had into the sprint and ran like her life depended on it. She loved the feeling of her muscles working in her legs, of feeling the wind rush by her as she tore through the air. She'd gotten pretty fast too, so all too soon it was over.

Slowing down, she jogged in circles slowly to lower her heart beat, panting and grinning at the same time. That had been a nice one. Her first run had been horrendous since she hadn't known the grounds in the beginning, but by now she pretty much knew what to expect and the view was to die for. Especially now, she thought as she finally slowed down to a stop, leaning her hands on her knees and breathing slowly. The sunset made everything look magical.

She was about to head up straight to her common room when she spotted another girl in running gear sitting on a bench on the other side of the courtyard. "Hey! You a runner too?" she asked as she made her way over, grinning widely. Perhaps they could jog together? Bambi missed having a running buddy.

Oh sorry, professional over there.

Abbi watched with amazement as a girl that looked somewhat older than here came running into the courtyard. The girl even ran about circles and did that whole thing when you bent down and caught you breathe. She looked kind of hot, not in the way that Abbi was interested in her like that but more like Abbi wanted to *look* like that whilst running. Could that happen? Could this girl making Ms Blondeshell Bombshell Jogger? Cause she'd love that, you know.

She was about to get up to make introductions, but the girl seemed to notice her first. Win on that one because getting up seemed like such a mission right now. "I've just started so I'm no professional bombshell at it." she indicated for the girl to join her on the bench. "Teach me your ways, gurl!"

"Oh, Abbi." her hand extended to complete the introduction.

Oh a beginner! "Professional bombshell?" Bambi couldn't help but laugh at the unique phrasing. "I think I'm taking that as a compliment," she added and declined the invitation to sit at the bench. She'd found out long ago that sitting right after a workout was the worst possible thing she could do to her muscles.

Instead, she sat on the ground right in front of Abbi and took her hand from below. "It's great to meet you, I'm Bambi. And yeah actually, if you want I can totally teach you," she said, putting the soles of her feet together. She pressed down on her knees gently and sighed as her muscles stretched. Then she looked up and took in Abbi's flushed complexion.

"You look like you just ran, so you probably shouldn't be sitting on that cold bench. Your muscles will bunch up and you won't be able to walk properly for the next few days," she pointed out with a grin, and patted the ground next to her. "Join me? First lesson's completely free," she giggled and flicked back the stray strands of strawberry blonde hair away from her face.

The girl was laughing, this was good because Abbi had meant to do that. "Yeah, that's what you look like even if you're all sweaty and that." Mind you, the sweat could be hot in some guys eyes; she knew all about that thanks to some people. Sounded kind of odd, but hey boys sweaty were amazing to look at too, even more than amazing."A compliment it is." Smiles were given all the way.

The ground? Now Abigail was just a tad confused. Was the ground more comfortable or something? Who knew? Clearly this now called Bambi did. Bambi. WHAT a name. Original. MERLINSAKE BAMBI. It was swagster, okay? "Can I just say that I LOVE your name. So hipster." she had to, she just had to. "Please! I'd love you forever." ...in a sisterly, friendly sort of way...awkward.

Oh? Insert blank face.

That was something the brunette had never heard before. Good thing she heard it now then. At once she got off the bench and joined the ground sitting. "Thanks for that. You seem to know your stuff. How do you know this all?" Or was it natural? No, couldn't be..there had to be a source. "There's going to be a fee???" PLEASE NO. Broke girl over here.

Wait...she was joking wasn't she? Whoopsie, foooled Abs there.

Bambi laughed again, not really understand where all this was coming from but appreciating it all the same. She was no stranger to compliments, after all. "Fun fact: after a while, your sweat stops smelling. So even if you look gross, you don't smell icky," she grinned. It was one of the things she'd hated most about exercising at first, but after all these years now she didn't smell any different after a long workout than she did after a regular day. Her hair even kept the smell of her shampoo.

"Thanks! I know it's a bit unusual, but I love it. It's got this really happy sound, so I try to live up to it as much as possible," she said, nodding. It was true, she lived her life the Bambi Way. Optimism, happy thoughts, healthiness and all. It had served her well up until this point, and was always a good conversation starter. At Abbi's next words, Bambi winked at her and tried to bite down an amused grin. "I'll keep that in mind, darling."

The blonde then extended both her legs in front of her and flattened her torso onto them, easily grasping her ankles with her hands. She turned her head to look at Abbi. "I've been running and stuff properly since I was thirteen. You just kinda pick it up over time. How old are you?" she asked and rose back into a sitting position.

Bambi raised a single eyebrow at Abbi and slowly shook her head, now really amused. "Did you stretch?"

"Go for it." Mitchell responded. She didn't really need to ask permission for something that was pretty much hers.

"It's just a restaurant that only sells smoothies." Did they not have those here? That was weird. Or maybe it was New York that was weird. He watched her eat a green one. "It depends on the brand actually. Some places the green one is strawberry." Little known fact.

Mitchell grinned and laughed decided to sing a few lines. "There's nothing you can't do! Now you're in New York, These streets will make you feel brand new, Big lights will inspire you. Hear it from New York! New York! Newww Yorrrrk!" He then sported a wide grin as he tossed another white gummy bear in his mouth.

He nodded. Small village, trees, and mountains. It was the opposite of how he grew up. "That must mean you had a lot of stars." Just like there were a lot of stars here.

Say WHAT?

This was a fact that Abbi's brain actually took the effort and second to absorb. She'd never known that and had never thought of something like that. "That's cool. I think I'm going to try sweat more now." Cause you know before she'd make sure she'd sweat but not hella, hella sweat; so now at least she knew she was allowed to do that.

Perfect person was perfect! Gosh Abs loved people like this, people who were exactly what Bambi was describing. Someone HAPPY and ENERGETIC and in her own case LOUD. "Your name isn't your name for no reason," she beamed about as she spoke. "It's GOT to suit you. Like Professor Quiggly, I bet you he can secretly wiggle like a pro. His surname just says it." She hadn't seen this theory proved, but she was sure and she'd test it if need be. "Sure thaaang!" One of those shooting type-sharp gestures took place with Abbi's left hand.

Since she was THIRTEEN. Yeah she had plenty of time to do this thing and had been doing it for long, cause she looked at least seventeen, eighteen now. That was four, five years. Gosh. "Would you ever do it like in a competition? I mean do you think you're fast enough?" Abbi was never ashamed adding question after question. "I'm Fifteen now." A *big* girl, thank you very much.

Stretch? Oh that thing she was doing with her legs extended? "Nope. Do I do that now?" Yeah she tended to be lazy on that and was a skipper.

Bambi laughed. "Yeah, but perhaps at first do it as a solitary activity, preferably out in the open and especially not around those who don't exercise... Might not get you many popularity votes, you understand?" she couldn't help but point out because hey, if Abbi was so very new to this world then she really did need helpful pointers. One of those being; don't get sweaty in front of other people unless you really can't help it. It smells gross, looks gross and just is generally highly unrecommended.

The blonde promptly decided that she like this Abbi girl. "Wise words!" she nodded and couldn't help the bubble of laughter at Abbi's next words. "Well he IS a cat animagus, they wiggle their bums just before they pounce, so if you see Professor Quigley wiggling his bum make sure to take a photo and then run as fast as you can in the other direction!" she tried to imitate the wiggling and moved her hips from side to side, giggling at her own phrasing. "I propose to rename our esteemed Charms professor Wiggling Quigley," she turned to Abbi with a fake serious expression. These were important matters they were discussing after all.

"I'm a really fast sprinter to be honest. I'm not quite as good at cross country or long distances on a track, but I actually like it better when I exercise," Bambi could talk about this all day, be warned Abbi. "I would like to compete someday, but wizards don't really care about speed on the ground," she shrugged her shoulders and resumed her stretching, this time extending her legs in opposite directions and reaching over to grab her ankle. Bambi wasn't bitter about it, she just sometimes wished sprinting was a little bit more appreciated in the community. Or any forms of "muggle" exercise.

"Just follow me and try to do what I'm doing. Don't worry if you can't even make it half way, trying and feeling the stretch is all that's important," Bambi said, and switched over to the other side, her stomach lean and taunt as she flattened herself against her leg. A benefit from years of doing this? She was flexible. Very flexible.

"Oh, really?" Dylan asked. That was cool that they moved there. It was indeed a gorgeous place....he wouldn't want to live anywhere else.

When she poked his lip back in, he pursed them tightly together, letting out a muffled giggle between them. "There, better?" He murmured, his lips still pursed. Keeping his lips all tight like this did in fact help his excitement and fangirling side die down a bit which was good.

OH. That question was HORRIBLE. Only one? And not a Beatles one?! He sighed, looking up at the sky as he tried to think. "You're giving me a really hard question here, y'know that?" He said as he tried to decide. "I think I'll have to go with Love Me by Elvis Presley. Now, you're turn!" He gave her a poke, looking at her with raised eyebrows as he waited.

"Yes, there home is beautiful." and ridiculously huge. But she wouldn't say that out loud. Pureblood money. Lasts for generations as long as it's spent wisely.

She giggled at the look on his face. "Yes, much better." She kissed his squished lips and smiled. "I know. It's the hardest question in the world to answer." She waited and watched while he contemplated. Elvis. She wasn't expecting that but she loved it. "Interesting. Very interesting. That tells me you are a romantic." She grinned. Oh, her turn. Hmmmm. "At Last by Etta James." She gave him a gentle smile.

"Now this...this is an important question. I need to know this one." She tried to look as serious as possible. "What.....is.....your.....favorite color." She grinned hugely.

"That's awesome," Dylan said with a smile. His home was simply cute. It wasn't huge but wasn't small. Just a cozy little cottage, just as his mother had longed for when she was growing up.

He giggled as she kissed his pursed lips and he couldn't hold the face anymore, so he let them go back to normal. He then laughed, blushing slightly. "Maybe a teensy bit of a romantic. I dunno." He said with a shrug, chuckling, giving a nod at the song she chose. "That's a great one!" He exclaimed.

He then leaned in as she said she had an important question. The serious look on her face told him that it must be very...SERIOUS. The fifth year gave her a serious look back, waiting for her to ask. His serious look broke into a smile when she finally asked what his favorite color was. "Good question. Let me give it some thought." He said, looking at her and squinting his eyes and resting his chin in his hand as he pretended to think. "Red." He finally said. "You?"

Bleu smiled. She loved that even though he looked like a rocker, he had tender side. It was sweet and perfect to say the least. "Well, I am glad you are." She gently stroked his cheek. That was one of her favorite songs. But it was currently her favorite because of him. "It is. I love singing it too." She could sing that song all day.

She loved how serious he looked before she asked the question. It made her giggle. But she loved how quickly he went to a smile. He had such a good sense of humor. "That is a very good color....one that I look great in. But now my favorite." She smiled and pretended to think really hard. "Blue...and hot pink of course."

Eden took one and copied him, throwing it up in the air and trying to catch it in her mouth. Eden was...skilled, though. And she could TOTALLY do this even with her EYES CLOSED. Possibly? She smiled as she chewed and dug around her bag for other colors. The green one was pretty good, though. Maybe her favorite.

"Ooooh I see. Yeah. Duh, Eden--" she flicked her temple and chuckled slightly. "I don't..I don't know much about smoothies." And she didn't even know what flavor to get or anything with those things. Smoothies just weren't too prevalent where she was from..like at all. "GREEN STRAWBERRY?" she asked in AWE. WOW. That would be totally WEIRD to Eden. "I could see it. Or Watermelon." But Watermelons were like...entirely coated with green skin, so it made a little more sense.

OOOOooooh! He was singing. And when he was DONE, Eden clapped and clapped and seemed so BOUNCY. "Lovely, really." She said as she popped three more bears into her mouth. "You have TALENT, lad--" she joked, scrunching up her face as she made a SILLY gesture. Eden was silly lOTS of times, but she was surprised she was being silly in front of someone she just kind of MET.

"Stars! Yes. They're everywhere and I lOVE it. When dad takes me camping--ugh. It's the best part!" She enjoyed being outside way too much. She wanted to live outside. Perhaps not in a tent--but--you know. A treehouse. A giant treehouse, maybe. "You don't need stars in New York, though...they have all those glittering lights in the city." She smiled. It was pretty in a different way.

A shy smile spread across his face at her touch. Well, he was glad to know she was glad about it. It was a good thing she wasn't weirded out by him or anything like that...he then beamed. "I'd love to hear you sing it sometime!" He said. "Unless of course you're not comfortable doing so...that's totally fine." He added quickly. He didn't want to make her uncomfortable, ever!

Dylan laughed. "I'm sure you look absolutely lovely in any color, really." he added with a wink. The Puffer then smiled at her colors, giving her a thumbs up. "Good choices." He told her. "Alright. What's your favorite animal?" He went on.

Oh, that. Bleu wasn't ready for that. But, if she did sing for anyone...it would be him. She just needed to practice....alone....a lot...."I, um," She blushed. She was scared just to talk about it. "Maybe one day. I may have found my confidence this summer, but singing for people is completely different. I've only ever sang for my mum and my voice teacher." Her heart raced a little, "But if you give me a little time. I'll sing for you." She smiled sheepishly.

She smirked. "I am sure you do, too. And they are the best colors on the planet." She grinned. Oh, her favorite animal! Good question! "Oh, that's hard. I have 2. Penguins and tigers. I know its a crazy difference but Penguins are just freaking adorable and...well tigers are...tigers and majestic and fierce...and...I wish I was more like a tiger than a penguin." She snorted at her own comment. That was silly and where did that come from? "What's your favorite animal?"

Noticing her nervousy, he smiled a comforting smile towards her and waved a hand. "Take as long as you need, no rush. Just when you're comfortable." Dylan told her reassuringly with a nod. The last thing he wanted was making her do something she wouldn't want!

He giggled. "Why, thank you!" BEAM. The Badger then listened as she said that she liked penguins and tigers. It was interesting how she wanted to be like a tiger, and cool at the same time. He'd never heard someone say something like that but it did make sense when you thought about it. "That's cool. That you want to be like a tiger and all. Why is that, though?" Because there could be so many different reasons. Y'never know, it could be because she wanted stripes or something. The fifth year giggled to himself at the idea.

Now, for his favorite animal. Hmm. "I'll have to go with red pandas." He said. They were just so dang cute and such lil' dorks. They reminded him of himself sometimes. Okay, next question! "Alright, what's your dream date?" Perhaps for future reference...