'Trying'. That was the word Toby initially picked up on, and found himself with the mental image of the Astronomer attempting to put together some sort of unrecognisable object with many components. Like... sitting in the middle of the floor in his office surrounding by THINGS as Hershel and Pebbles 'helped' him put things back together. Except that mental image didn't stick around for long, because Toby thought Airey a genius, and more than able to reassemble ANYTHING. Because, well... check out that pogo stick.

"You should try taking apart a car. Or my dad's bike. I bet it'd be neat to see how those run," Toby suggested, just throwing that out there. Planting the seed of curiosity, unless Airey had already beaten him to the idea.

The Hufflepuff still bounced on the spot, very quickly going from regular bouncing to no-handed bouncing, an easy enough thing for him to do after all these years. As he bounced, he regarded Professor Airey. Usually Toby was pretty awful at picking up hints and subtleties and ball that fun stuff, but from Airey's wink and his certainty about pogo stick matters... the sixth year found himself pausing in thought for a moment and developing a theory. About things. If he could have paused mid-bounce he probably would have, but alas... gravity.

In any case, the time for thinking was over, because the professor was bouncing aorund on that magnificent (and... painfully sounding) pogo stick, and the game was on. Toby turned to face Flamsteed, bouncing along backwards with practiced ease.

"How's the ride so far?" Grin.

Norah looked up at the girl with her hazel eyes widened, grinning because people and because she'd made a real live older person laugh even though she wasn't sure what was funny about what she'd said. She wasn't talking about kissy things. "Ooooh a charm! That's cool. I should probably try that some time but I dunno how." She waved a hand at her wild curls which she had forgotten to brush that morning, as usual. What was the point, anyways? They always ended up back in her face no matter how hard she tried which wasn't very hard. Her mouth went into an O shape when she heard the girl--Puck's--year, but shut it again quickly because she remembered the polite thing sometimes. "Wow that's old!" Wait, that wasn't a thing you're supposed to say to people right? "I mean you must know all about teenager-y things then." She tried not to look too in awe, but her eyes were getting so wide that they were starting to feel all funny, so she shut 'em all tight while Puck answered her question. The question that wasn't supposed to happen but did anyway. It was annoying how questions did that sometimes.

"I like bread, yep. I bet its even better than snogs. Who needs snogs, anyways." SHE sure didn't, 'cause they sounded gross, remember? Norah took a moment to make an 'ew' face before grinning right back up at Puck, which only lasted for a moment before her mouth got all big and 'O' shaped again. "You're a PREFECT? MAN, that's AWESOME!" The thirteen year old bounced her knees up and down, not even noticing how cool it made her shoelaces look because PREFECT things were being distracting. "You're practically the queen of the world, then. You have a badge and everything?" Was Zander a prefect too? She'd only really talked to him when he was all dressed up as Yoo-Rainus NOT the other way of saying it, which she still didn't really get but oh well. Did HE kiss people too? Yoo-rainus guy who didn't like sparkles much? EW. The thought was so weird that Norah had to ignore it completely by beaming at Puck again.

"No no, sit!" She patted the path beside her and bounced her knees a little more before glaring at them because they were still bad at being mopey. "I like movies too, but I like playing with my brothers better." WAIT, THAT WAS WRONG. "I mean I like hanging out with my brothers." She had sooo said that the first time, okay.

Even though it was a rather cold day, Lux still wanted to get some fresh air so she decided to take a nice walk along the pathways.

Not too many people were out today, so it was really nice and peaceful. Smiling, she snuggled her jacket against herself tighter and listened to the crunch of the snow under her feet. Winter was always her least favourite time of year, but she couldn't deny how beautiful everything looked covered with snow; it was as if the trees had been sprinkled with icing sugar.

Distracted, she missed the bit of ice on the pathway and ended up falling backwards onto her behind. "Ouch!"

Soooooo... the pathways seemed like the best way to get about the grounds, but on top of that, they also seemed like a legit area to plant his talking toadstool. No?

....

Well, he thought it was totally perf. Stopping before a bend, Zeke dropped his bag to one of the large stones, and sat himself down cross legged, his pot in his lap. It was time to get to work!!!!!

He was excited about this. Why? Well, because he liked being outdoors, AND he liked getting his hands dirty so.... since the Professor wouldn't know any different, NO GLOVES! ZOMG REBEL!....... But seriously, feeling the soils and stuff was therapeutic or something like that.

Left-handed, Zeke extracted a small trowel from his bag and after setting down his pot, got to digging a big enough (but not toooooooo big) a hole for the activity. He wondered if the talking toadstool might be too lonely along here, but at the same time, people used the paths all the time. It would be a good place he decided. Not over populated, but not under populated either. Just perfect.

Once his hole was dug, Zeke very carefully loosened the soil around the edge of the pot first and then holding the topsoil with the flat of his palm, the toadstool protruding between his forefinger and thumb, he tipped the pot upside down. Come outttttt! It took a little wiggling, but eventually the toadstool - soil and all, came out. Heck yes! Zeke placed it upright into the hole, tucking in the additional soil around it, but not patting it down so hard he'd kill or suffocate the things roots. Wait. Did they HAVE roots? He had no idea. ANYWAAAAAYYY...

Oh for the love of Merlin. This plant was going to be the absolute death of him. The silencing charm had obviously warn off since the last time he had seen the darn thing and just GAH. Of course Zander Adair had momentarily forgotten about the fact that he was a wizard and could just you know, zap it with another silencing charm... Because when you've got a toadstool croaking back words at you for the entirety of the from the greenhouses over to the pathways... He just COULD NOT think, okay?? This blasted toadstool voice was preventing any coherent thoughts from forming whatsoever.

It was madness. Utter madness. And Zander Adair was not pleased. Not at all.

So of course he picked a patch of grass that looked exceptionally... decent and sat right down in the middle of it. Okay. Looking around he took notice of a few other toadstools that were luckily VERY far away from his space. Merlin forbid they start echoing each other. MADNESS. Absolutely.

Anyways, setting the toadstool on the ground beside him, Zander started digging a hole for it to get all situated in. The sooner he finished this, the less of a headache he'd get. Could everyone around here PLEASE STOP TALKING??? Merlin.

He had never dug a hole this fast in his life.

With his toadstool nicely put into the ground - cause yeah, quite the achievement for him, no? HAHAHAHA... yeah, man. But since it was planted, most of his work was now complete. COMPLETE. Almost. He still had one VERY important task to do, and that was to water the thing.

Easily done.

Summoning his Larch wand from its holster, Zeke pointed it at some of the other plants in the area first - because they needed water too, and he didn't want to DROWN his toadstool -and cast the Aguamenti charm, "Aguamenti."

Directing the water flow around the area, he let some of the water trickle around the base of his toadstool and then ceased the charm spell thing. "Finite." There. NOW he was done. DONE done. So totally done. Wiping his soiled hands on his pants, he went to put his wand away... but paused.

...

...

After casting Finite on his toadstool, he peered up and down the path... and then returned his attention to his talking toadstool. A grin spread across his face.

"Hello," he said to it. Hello, it replied. "Like your new home?" he asked it. New home, it replied. Yeah. Yeah it was. "Well take care little... guy!girl!toadstool. I'll come back to water you sometime." The toadstool repeated some of his words in its high pitched voice. Was it a 'voice' per se? Did it have a voiceBOX? Hmm? He might have to find this out.

Grabbing his bag and empty pot, Zeke headed back up the path toward the castle.

With potted toadstool in hand, Benny went in search of a spot in which to plant his charge. He did his best to remember what type of area the plant might like. Lake had a lot of space, but something sent him in the direction of more trees. So it was one his way through the various pathways that he made his decision to keep it nearby. It seemed many of his classmates had had the same idea as he noticed other Talking Toadstools around.

"Seems you'll have some buddies..." he mused absently, quieting when it appeared some sound might come out. The fifth year walked a little further down the latest path, careful to be far enough away from the others before kneeling down to work. Scooping out enough dirt to fit the plants base and roots, gingerly removing the toadstool from the pot and securing it in the ground and covering its base back up.

There.

"'Sup, dude! 'Sup dude! 'Sup du..........."

Annoying annoying ANNOYING.

JEEZ, WHY did Millard have to set them up with the most annoying plant in the wizarding world? Flesh eating plants were MUCH better, thank you, and they certainly didn't make your ears bleed by mimicking you to another century. Swear to Merlin, the boy was starting to wonder whether he could dump this little brat somewhere and grab another plant to plant in the grounds instead. He'd even go for a Biting Fairy plant or whatever it was. Just SOMETHING that wasn't this little bugger.

Grumble grumble.

".......... 'Sup, dude! 'Sup dude! 'Sup--"

"Merlin, shut UP!"

Silence. There. FINALLY. Now he could hear the more important things like his own thoughts and heartbeat and whate--

"Merlin shut UP! Merlin shut UP! Merlin shut UP! ................"

DEADPAN.

You know what? He was gonna ignore it and its stupid voice and go ahead and plant this bugger somewhere. A couple of strides along the Pathways had been taken -- jeez, how many toadstools WERE there here?! -- before Grayson decided on a spot. Bending down, he started scooping out some of the dirt in the ground while the plant now did a mashup of his last two phrases -- grumble.

When enough of the dirt had been scooped out and he'd made a hole big enough for the plant, the Slytherin placed his palm on the top of the soil and turned the plant upside down. Good way to wriggle it out, this was. Once he'd managed to get the pot off of the base of the plant, the boy turned the toadstool back over and placed it into the hole in the ground. Some soil was sprinkled around the plant and patted down to hold it in place.

There. Now could it please STOP FREAKING TALKING.

Dig. Dig. Dig.

La la la.

More digging.

And finally, the hole looked like it was nice enough for his toadstool. The toadstool that still hadn’t stopped mimicking bits of people’s conversations by the way. Freaking toadstool. ”Merlin, PLEASE!” O___________O WAIT NOOOOOOOOOOO!!!

-_______- And of course, the chorus of ‘PLEASE’(s) soon started. Sigh. Furrowing his brows in frustration, Zander basically stuffed the toadstool right into it’s new home. There. He was so done with you, plant. So done. And Zander was normally real good about trying to keep patient. Normally. Ish. Okay, not really actually.

He quickly began pouring the soil right back over the plant to get it fully snug in it’s spot. Thank Merlin. He was almost done here. Now all that was left was the water, and he could finally get some sleep and try to rid this awful headache. Pointing his wand out at the plant, he quickly muttered an ”Aguamenti,” Knowing fully well that it’d start mimicking him the moment he said it. Gah. And he was done. THANK, MERLIN!

So that was that.

Benny straightened back up to his feet once he was satisfied with the placement and coverage of the toadstool in his care. The boy brushing himself off once he was back at his full height. Surely it would do well here and there weren't too many around to make people nuts should they choose to all repeat the conversations of passersby. The Gryffindor picked the pot back up as well, figuring to return it to the greenhouse.

He was about to go when he remembered a few things. One, he needed to water it, slipping his wand from his pocket. "Aquamenti," he cast, letting the stream of water from his wand fall over the toadstool. A quiet "finite," ended it and Benny was ready to leave it be. "Good bye, Mr. Toadstood," he said before wandering back up the pathways as it tried to echo him with its own words.

Oh.

My.

FREAKING.

Merlin!

THIS FREAKING THING WON'T STOP TALKING! Where in the name of Merlin were his headphones?! Because it was starting to get VERY hard to concentrate on what he was meant to be doing. He gritted his teeth as the toadstool continued talking before pulling out his notes. Kinda needed this to try and zone out whatever it was the toadstool was trying to tell him.

Right. Watering this thing.

"Aguamenti!" A small trickle of water shot out of his wand and landed on the soil near the plant. This was alright and wasn't too hard of a homework. Certainly better than the other option of having to write some essay or whatever on plant care. Ridiculous.

"Finite!" There. Done.

And he was gonna leave before the toadstool can suck out any more of his sanity.

She didn’t know sticking charms – well, Puck’d help her with that really. After all clean looking plaits were important weren’t they? She grinned at the younger girl. And calling her old only made Puck laugh. “I’m not that old though…but yeah you could say that I do…though I’m not as good with the ‘how to deal with parents’ as most teens” she admitted with a laugh.

She wasn’t going to tell her ‘just wait till you snog someone then tell me you like bread more’…because really she was right. Who needed them? It wasn’t like you’d die without them even if the withdrawal wasn’t fun at all. “Yeah your right who needs them” she grinned over to her.

Note to self…whenever I feeling like snogging someone think about what Norah said. “Yeah I am oh I’m not queen though sometimes when I’m not feeling awesome? I try and cheer myself up or make myself feel more confident by referring to myself as Empress Puck” she admitted with a grin. “I’m sure you would be a great queen or prefect in your time,” she grinned over to the younger girl.

“thank you,” Puck grinned as she sat down next to her. “Oh really? I’ve only got one brother but he’s like twice my age so we never really got to hang out or bond?” She shrugged. “But I spend loads of time with Claire his daughter,” she grinned over to her. Yep. Claire was cool…for a little brat.

Norah fiddled with one of her curls as Puck spoke, putting it on her upper lip like a mustache before it fell down when she opened her mouth to reply. "How to deal with parents? I thought parents were supposed to deal with you." Her mum said it all the time, 'cause apparently she couldn't deal with Norah tracking mud through the house or blowing bubbles in her milk at supper time. Mums just couldn't deal with any of the fun things, but that still meant they were supposed to do the dealing stuff, right? This teenager stuff was CONFUSING.

YEAH. WHO NEEDED THEM? She wasn't gonna kiss anybody for her whole entire life. The WHOLE entire thing. "I am right." A prefect said so, it had to be true. "But it doesn't make much sense why people talk about them so much then, if they really don't matter." Which they DIDN'T. The third year reached her hand up and poked a finger at her lower lip, grinning a little at the feeling. "They're just so squishy, it'd be WEIRD." Just like the thought of apparently-Prefect-Zander snogging anybody was weird, the thought of snogging in general was pretty weird too. And didn't make any sense. See why thinking about it was a bad idea? Now she couldn't stop thinking about it which was making HER feel weird. Weird weird weird, ALL the weird.

Norah looked solemnly at Puck and replied, 'You should always feel awesome. The awesomest, even." Everybody should feel awesome, y'know? Like sparkly shoelace level of awesome. "Ooooh empress! Now THAT'S awesome." If an empress was like an emperor, which she figured out all by herself because the smart thing happened sometimes. Once in a while. Whatever. "I'd never be a prefect. I'm not smart or brave or anything, and prefects are the coolest ones." She had to worship them for a REASON y'know. She could be the queen of sparkles or running or plants or kittens or camels or cartwheels or twirling, but not the queen of real live actual people. The Puffer returned the grin anyways, and continued, "Mari's the coolest and Adi is the nicest in the universe, and Gabe is the smartest person ever, and you know lots of cool things, and Zander..." What did Zander do? Besides not understanding the wonderfulness of sparkles she didn't really know much about him. "Well, he pronounces Yoo-rainus the right way." And those were all the prefects she knew, and they were all mostly supermegacool.

"Ooooh, my brothers are little. 'Cept Sebby is already smarter than me and knows a bazillion big words. He's nine. And Marcel's 6. He eats paste." At this, she grinned proudly and sat up a little straighter. She was still the oldest, and she didn't eat paste. So THERE.

SPOILER!!: Toooooooooby :3

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Originally Posted by Felixir

'Trying'. That was the word Toby initially picked up on, and found himself with the mental image of the Astronomer attempting to put together some sort of unrecognisable object with many components. Like... sitting in the middle of the floor in his office surrounding by THINGS as Hershel and Pebbles 'helped' him put things back together. Except that mental image didn't stick around for long, because Toby thought Airey a genius, and more than able to reassemble ANYTHING. Because, well... check out that pogo stick.

"You should try taking apart a car. Or my dad's bike. I bet it'd be neat to see how those run," Toby suggested, just throwing that out there. Planting the seed of curiosity, unless Airey had already beaten him to the idea.

The Hufflepuff still bounced on the spot, very quickly going from regular bouncing to no-handed bouncing, an easy enough thing for him to do after all these years. As he bounced, he regarded Professor Airey. Usually Toby was pretty awful at picking up hints and subtleties and ball that fun stuff, but from Airey's wink and his certainty about pogo stick matters... the sixth year found himself pausing in thought for a moment and developing a theory. About things. If he could have paused mid-bounce he probably would have, but alas... gravity.

In any case, the time for thinking was over, because the professor was bouncing aorund on that magnificent (and... painfully sounding) pogo stick, and the game was on. Toby turned to face Flamsteed, bouncing along backwards with practiced ease.

"How's the ride so far?" Grin.

First doing some casual bounces on his pogo stick - mostly to make sure that it really would support his weight and not fall apart seeing as the texture of the ground here was different than in his office or the seventh floor corridor - he chuckled at the Hufflepuff's words. "You know, in muggle schools ... primarily overseas I believe, they have such a class as Industrial Arts? They actually get to do just that! Take things apart and construct things. Although...I suppose it would be similar to how we perform metal charming, but I was always jealous of muggles getting to do that sort of thing," he lamented as his bouncing became a bit more irregular. "...small engine repair ...automobile maintenance...technical drawing...fascinating things really. Found myself a bit behind my classmates at university and had to do a bit of catch up really. Not things that the standard wizarding education offers young magical minds, you know?"

Not that he minded so much. He, unlike Maddox others was fully capable of independent study.

Oooooooooh look at that! No hands. He reckoned he ought to give that a try...

Slowly, the astronomer removed just one hand from his pogo stick and waved it about wildly as he attempted to maintain his balance. Not at all like jumping on one foot, you know?

...

He would try that backwards thing once he was not nearly falling on his bum with this one handed thing.

"Stellar. I feel like an angsty teenager again," he mused. Sans the angst. But all of Hogwarts seemed to be full of it these days, so the term teenager just was not accurate enough on its own.

Eden had asked Bambi to come for a walk with her....because she found Bambi extreeeeemely endearing. Hehe. And cuuuuuute and freckly and UGH. But Eden was...EDEN WAS NOT HERE TO PULL MOVES ON HER...not right now, anyways. She just sort of...liked Bambi's company and wanted to talk to her. Wasn't the girl a seventh year?

UGH.

That was sad >.< Eden felt like she met all the cool people right as they were graduating..it just wasn't FAIR.

She had brought two apples. One for Bambi, and one for her. While she waited for the blonde to show up, she scuffled her shoe over some dirt on the side of the veeeeeery beginning of the pathway. She wrote her name in the dirt using the toe of her shoe. E-D-E-N. SO short..simple...sweet. She didn't mind her name, most times. She eyed the apple in her hand and......laughed a lot.

Always caught with apples...hmph. HMPH.

Once she was done with her name, she lifted up her foot and tried to balance on her left foot. Oh, she wobbled QUITE a bit. But...she was pretty good at the balance thing. With her eyes closed, and her hands outstretched, an apple in each palm, she seemed to be okay. It was almost relaxing...

Bambi had decided earlier on today that, somehow, she studied too much. Last night she'd gone TWO HOURS without even cracking open a magazine. And it had been the FOURTH night in a row she'd devoted to studying in the first place! It was unnatural, and she was both proud and a little afraid of herself. Hogwarts was changing her! This was the reason she'd quite happily obliged to going on a walk with her housemate. It served as a good break, was some sort of physical activity AND it meant hanging out with her friend OUTSIDE the castle walls.

And Bambi would do anything these days to get out of the castle.

Her robes billowing around her as she walked, she squinted as she got nearer their meeting point only to see Eden, er, balancing on one leg with tennis balls in each hand. Because why not. Or, wait, no it was apples.

Was one for her?! AWWW that was super considerate! The seventh year felt a rush of affection for her new friend and it almost made her reconsider her next move. But, really, when one has this type of truly golden opportunity one can't pass it up you see. Basic Pranking 101.

She took a deep breath as silently as she could and-

"HIIIIII EEDDDDDDDEEEEEEEENNNNNN!!!!!!" she yelled quite loudly RIGHT behind the girl's head. Mwaha.

Eden was doing pretty WELL at balancing..yeah? She liked it...it was fun and she felt like it was soothing to mind and soul and wekhqierhfihr everything. A good way to clear her mind...be ONE with the earth, Eden....

And....very suddenly....

The voice in her ear made her JUUUUUMP out of her skin, nearly, and she SCREAMED--"AAAAAAAAH!" And Eden dropped BOTH apples--and herself, for that matter, because she was on the ground, panting, clutching her chest, staring wide eyed, WITH FEAR, up at Bambi...

"Oh--you little--" she smirked and had some RUDE words for the girl but....she just hobbled up and dusted off her bum..and eyed the poor, forlorn apples on the ground. "Well...I can clean those--" she said, picking them up. "One of them is for you..so...ahem--" she handed it over. "Just--an aguamenti will do the trick--" and she pulled out her wand, casting the spell on her own apple first..."Yeah. So. If you eat dirt it's your own fault, Bambi." She said, a glint in her eye.

"BWAHAHAHAHAHAHA," Bambi doubled over as she laughed, clutching her sides as she tried - and failed - to gain any semblance of control. Every time she tried, she remembered Eden's TERRIFIED expression and exploded into a fresh set of giggles, the girl's words falling on deaf ears. This continued for a few minutes until the blonde finally tired herself out and stood up straight

"Oh, wow, that was splendid," she chuckled, mostly to herself, wiping away at the corners of her eyes. She almost lost it again when Eden handed her the apple but managed to contain herself before mirroring the brunette and cleaning her own apple as well. She made a big show of biting and chomping down on her apple before her face split into a WIIIIIIIIIIDE innocent grin.

"It's been said I was a deer in my past life, so how bad can dirt truly be?" she shrugged, and motioned for the younger girl to follow her as she started down the path. "But the apple was VERY thoughtful, thank you," she held it up to clink apples with Eden, because she was just classy like that and why not, right?

Eden snorted. "You're a riot." And NOT IN A GOOD WAY! Hmph. She nit into her own apple, the juice spitting everywhere--Eden was NOT a clean eater--and she shrugged apologetically. Aaaaaand tapped apples with Bambi.

"A DEER? I doubt it. Maybe a bloody SKUNK!" she teased, starting to walk along the pathway, biting into her cruuuunchy apple again. It was very juicy and delicious. MHMM. "Sneakin' up on me--and SCARIN' me half to death--" she said, raising an eyebrow. "Not FUNNY." But it was. Eden was smirking quite a bit. Hehehehe. "I KNOW it was thoughtful because I'm Eden and I'm a lot nicer than you--" she teased, sticking her tongue out.

And continuing to walk. The day wasn't bad. Like, the weather was very nice and sunny but also a breeze. So not too hot, not too cold. Eden liiiiked the feeling of the wind touching her face, too. She had her hair pulled back into a sleep pony-tail, like she usually did, and her blue eyes wandered around them...just checking and stuff....the death of Gregoire had Eden paranoid about checking her surroundings, and she partially blamed Truebridge.

"So..how's your day going, pretty lady?" she asked, smirking more.

"Oi! I do not smell. Skunks smell," Bambi felt the need to point out as she ducked to avoid getting hit in the fact by a spray of apple juice. Her own apple was suffering a much better face, as she knew to PROPERLY eat an apple. Silently judging you, McGee. Silently judging.

Bambi laughed again, and rolled her eyes. "I'll have you know I've never been called anything worse than an angel in my life," such lies she told. The seventh year batted her eyelashes and added, "it was hilarious, and you know it." MMHM.

Munching happily and kicking a stray stone out of her way, Bambi smiled at the compliment. She LIKED being complimented. Yes she did. "Just a lot of school stuff. I need these NEWTs to be over already so I can go back to being my lazy self without feeling so GUILTY all the time," Bambi complained, and kicked away another stone a little more aggressively, not paying attention to Eden at all.

HMPF. ANGRY BITE. "How 'bout you, munchkin?" Bambi didn't know when or why this nicknaming of Eden started, but she was on a roll now and couldn't stop.

Eden leaned over towards Bambi and sniffed. "Ugh. Fine. You smell amazing, of course, cutie." she rolled her eyes as if this were the most frustrating thing in ALL the world. Eden sniffed her OWN armpit(lifting her arm up a bit) and SNORTED. "I smell pitiful. Merlin." She needed some like...PRETTY LOTIONS or something. She sucked at being a GIRL. It was so TIRING all the TIME that Eden hardly TRIED.

She never tried.....HEH.

"It was a little funny. But I'll get you back MY PRETTY--" she LAUGHED evilly...and felt like the Wicked Witch right now for sure. Hopefully Bambi GOT the reference. If not, she'd think Eden was the biggest weirdo in ALL THE LANDS. Maybe she still was. She probably still was. The Ravenclaw wasn't bothered.

Oh right...Bambi was a seventh year. That made Eden sad....mehh. "I'm sure you'll do wonderfully, Bambi..." she smiled encouragingly. "You're smart and stuff...do you plan on going to Uni anywhere?" she asked curiously. She thought she might have asked Bambi before, but she honestly couldn't remember...hmph. Eden DID plan on going to Uni but...that was awhile away, still. At least she had plans though.

UGH.

RUDE.

Eden GROWLED playfully. "OY!" she jumped so that she was taller than Bambi for like....two seconds. "AM NOT A MUNCHKIN!" she said. Which also reminded her of the Wizard of Oz...hmm. Allllll the references today, it seemed.

Of course Eden would sniff her. Of course. Straining her neck to give the girl easy access and a nice whiff of her perfume, Bambi grinned and nodded. "'Course I do," the blonde nodded and munched happily on her apple. Hygiene was like, NUMERO UNO in her books. Which is why she just kind of stared as Eden smelled her own armpits and claimed them 'pitiful'.

"I need to give you a crash course in personal hygiene. Deodorants - especially magical ones - do WONDERS for that," she vaguely waved at the brunette's armpits, "issue." Bambi made a mental note next time she was at Hogsmeade to buy extra products and give them all to Eden as an easter gift or something. Or birthday gift. She'll see.

"Oh, you're so on, cupcake," Bambi threw back at her, endlessly amused that she'd managed to rile the girl up this much. Though she had a feeling Eden would probably be just as good at playing pranks as she was, so she'd have to watch her back. Not that she'd ever tell EDEN this though. "Even your best Wicked Witch impression doesn't scare me." MWAHA.

"I do, but I'm not really sure of anything right now.. I know I need to do good on these exams, but other than that everything's wide open," she tucked her hair behind her ear and looked down the path, suddenly lost in thought. She needed to start making decisions soon. She'd been accepted to all the schools she'd applied to, provided she brought in the necessary NEWT scores but with what's happened at home now she wasn't exactly sure she could pull of moving to Athens or something and living by herself.

Sigh.

But then Eden jumped and said something funny and Bambi loved her for providing the distraction. "You ickle, adorable munchkin," she laughed, and gently patted the girl on the head. You know, 'cause short. Mmmhm.

Eden SCOFFED heavily at her. "Bambi FLEMMING-" YES. SHE KNEW THE GIRL'S FULL NAME(not her middle name though). "I am HYGENIC. I just am a SWEATY GIRL." So EXSCUSE YOU. "AND I'm just........ahem. I'm a runner." She liked to consider herself one, anyways. She ran practically EVERY morning. She kept walking...and...as she bite into her apple she noticed she was getting preeeeeetty darn close to the core. Hmph. "Aren't apple seeds SUPER Bad for you?" she asked curiously. SHe thought she'd heard that somewhere.

Or maybe they were just bad for dogs? She couldn't keep her facts straight sometimes. "My snakes like fruit, too, but not apples too much...Daisy likes cantaloupe..." And Drago preferred...ahem, meat to fruit any day. "You can't feed snakes TOO much fruit--it's mostly for treat purposes." And she could rattle on about snakes all day, but she thought she'd spare poor Bambi's ears. And some people didn't really like snakes...

It was interesting that Bambi didn't have anything really planned. SO different than Eden...who...had such specific plans in her head that if things didn't work out the way she wanted, she didn't know what she'd do. "GAH. Bambi you're a seventh year, right? What are you interested in? Have you even APPLIED anywhere yet?!!?" Maybe she was freaking out on Bambi's behalf prematurely...BUT STILL.

MERLIN.

WHAT WAS BAMBI DOING WITH HER LIFE?

"... would be nice to get away for a bit. I was thinking somewhere beachy should do the trick." Kinda a pity they were gonna go to Scotland or wherever it was for that summer trip. Scotland wasn't a sunny place, c'mon!

It was another long day of not studying and coming up with summer plans instead and who better to discuss plans with than his girlfriend? Yeah, that's right, GIRLFRIEND. He felt a sense of pride wash over him whenever he thought about it like that because RUBY FREAKING BANNER had said yes to dating him. It didn't matter that it took him oh-so-long to buckle up and ask that question in the first place. Nope. Didn't matter at all.

Smiling, Grayson gave her hand a small squeeze as he continued walking slowly down the Pathways. "Do you have any plans for the summer?" Festivals and beach parties and whatnot. He would not say no to seeing her in shorts and a tank top. Juuuuuuust saying.

He also half-expected to be included in her plans as well.

"Ohhh the beach, for sure. Well like, even if we can't go anywhere exotic... you could come stay with me in Brighton." If he wanted? She shot him a questioning look, but there was a little smile on her lips too because she was pretty sure that he would.

She was enjoying this hand-holding thing, and let their hands swing a little bit as she considered his question.

"Well I was planning to spend as much of it as possible with you." She gave him a hip bump. So they'd make some plans together, right? Riiiight, boyfriend?