Damien liked this spot, the stained glass windows were beautiful and if you came by at just the right time the light would shine through and color the shelves, walls, books and floor in it's vibrant hues. It was also one of the calmer, quieter spots in the castle and that was a treasure in itself when you need a moment or two of quiet reflection.

Which was exactly what he was up to. He took a seat on the windowsill and reached into his sweater pocket, rummaging a bout for a bit before pulling out a long, thin wooden cylinder that resembled a flute. He tapped it with his wand, concentrating on a color and then blew out, grinning as a slew of pearly white bubbles floated before him.

He was supposed to be researching and reading and home working, but this was much more appealing.

There were bubbles in the library!!

Curious as to what was going on, Paula got up from the chair she had been doing some light reading in, and slowly began to make her way over. This was probably student related, though part of her had to wonder if other forces were at work. Hogwarts was proving to be a rather odd place, so really nothing would surprise her at this point.

Just so long as it was nothing scary Paulina was all good.

Turned out to be a boy about her age sitting on a window seat. "Hey. Er, nice bubbles you got there," she said before realizing what she had said and turning slightly pink. Great, he might think she was a weirdo or something. Being shy sucked because sometimes she blurted out weird and random things.

Damien spotted the young woman as she walked over, she was hard to miss in that doe-eyed, pretty way, also in the way that she spoke aloud and commented on his bubbles. Yeah, totally hard to miss. Damien chuckled as the girl went pink, not at all perturbed by her compliment. "Thanks, Kinda my specialty, colored bubbles." He lightly said, blowing out a few more.

He was leaning back against the little frame of the windowsill, as relaxed and calm as he could ever be at Hogwarts (which was not very considering he had bloody nightmares thanks to last term). Almost lazily, he tapped his wand against the thin wooden cylinder. "Pick a color." Go on Hufflepuff Girl, pick away.

Wow.

Paulina was impressed.

"Can you show me how you do it?" She hadn't learned how to make coloured bubbles. Was it using the simple colour changing spell? Or was there something else involved specifically for bubbles? She also thought that his flute was cool; she had never seen a bubble flute before and until now didn't know that they existed.

Joining him on the windowsill, she continued to watch him make bubbles while hoping that she didn't come across as being creepy. This boy made her feel at ease the same way that Benny and Adi did. "Can you make orange ones?" That was the colour she wanted to see. "I'm Paulina by the way."

Damien nodded, smile warming, becoming less polite and more genuine at the girl's question. "I'm not the best teacher ever, but, I do have a pretty decent track record with showing charms." He added with a small, mischievous grin. He had taught Bianca Caruso how to perform a Patronus Charm in Fifth year, surely this would be way easier.

He moved aside to make enough room for the girl as she sat, his blue eyes watching in a distracted manner the way the light caught her hair. Was it copper? red? He couldn't tell from the lighting, but it very much suited the young woman. He'd never really seen her before, and that lead Damien to the conclusion that she was a fresh transfer. "I can, definitely." The Gryffindor said, tapping the smooth cylinder with his wand, before blowing out vibrant, neon orange bubbles. He watched his handiwork with a grin, turning as the girl - Paulina - introduced herself. Damien reached out a hand for hers to shake. "I'm Damien, nice to meet you."

"Okay... So, the tricky part is seeing the color and focusing on it... "

Paulina found herself smiling more at the mischievous smile. She was so ready to learn, and was sure that he would do a good job teaching her.

Trying to get herself more comfortable, she failed to notice that he was studying her - or well more her hair. The neon bubbles caught her attention though. Orange, like she had requested. Paulina found herself quietly applauding while hoping that the librarian wouldn't notice. "That's so cool. Can you do multi coloured streams?" Because that would be so cool. She pictured a flow of bubbles all of a different colour in her head. "Nice to meet you too, Damien. Are you a Seventh Year like me?" He looked to be about her age, but sometimes people looked a little older than they really were. Maybe he was a Sixth Year.

"Gotcha," she added as she pictured a steam of orange bubbles in her head.

Damien grinned, these bubbles were something of a trademark for him, or rather, had become something of one, along with the cylinder he used to blow them. The action of making them never failed to relax his occasionally anxious mind and helped him set his thoughts in order. He chuckled softly as Paulina applauded, wearing turning a soft pink. He waved off the applause and put a finger to his lips.

He stood and looked around quickly for any sight of Kitteridge, thankfully the man was nowhere in sight, grinning again, Damien sat back down. "I can, I can do rainbow ones too, just watch- " Damien said, taking the cylinder once more to his lips, tapping it and then blowing out a flurry of vibrantly technicolored bubbles. He turned to her at the question. "Yep, seventh and final." He said with a nod. "You just transferred in, right?" He was guessing, but it seemed an appropriate guess given her sudden appearance and seventh year status.

"You sure you got it?" He teased, holding out the cylinder for her to try.

The librarian didn't come over, so Paulina figured they were safe. Mr. Kitridge seemed like a nice man, but that didn't mean that she wanted to push it. Getting into trouble wasn't one of the things that she wanted to do while at Hogwarts.

Oooh. Rainbow bubbles. That was super cool! Paulina was rather impressed. "Incredible." She watched the technicolored bubbles as the floated away. It would be cool if they lasted for a while, but then the library would have been full of them which probably wasn't the best idea. At least they stayed around for a little while. "I'm a new here, yes. Still getting used to some things." Like those stinking staircases that liked to move around and disorient her. Ugggh.

"I think I can manage," she said with a laugh as she took the flute from him. "Here goes..." Focusing on the colour of bubbles that she wanted to create, Paulina tried the flute out. To her amazement, purple bubbles blew out. "Wow."

Janelle was starting to get the hang of this cat walk. She prowled her way from the corner room of the library and headed for her favorite spot. This assignment required some stealth ability and Janelle tried to remain under the radar........that is as under the radar as a cat could be in a library full of students. Turning around, she made sure that Angel the cat was following her. "Meow meow", she said which meant, follow me, we're almost there.

Looking around, Janelle took in all of the sights along the way. Things sure looked different when you were close to the floor. When she finally reached the stained glass windows, she sat for a moment. She would have to jump to reach her intended destination. Rowena Ravenclaw's window seat was what she was aiming for, but it had never seemed so high up. Janelle wanted up, but she knew that this had the potential to end badly.

She was a cat. She could do this. Moving back, Janelle took a running start and tried to jump for the window seat. The problem was, she wasn't really a cat. For this reason, she did not make it to the seat on the first try. Unfortunately, she slammed into the base of the seat and fell to the ground. She did land on her feet, so she had that going for her. Never one to give up, Janelle tried to picture how a real cat would look jumping and went for it again. This time she made it, barely. Now on the comfortable seat beneath the window, Janelle sat down and watched to see what Angel was doing.

Angel decided that she would follow her friend Janelle to where ever they were going but as she was doing so she noticed something moving out of the corner of her eye and she looked back to see what it was, then she remembered that cats had tails and it was swaying in the breeze, making sure to move quickly and out of sight, since she didn't want the Librarian anywhere near her at the moment because she had no idea if cats were actually allowed in the library.

Angel then came to a stop as she saw Janelle hit the chair. "Meow!" Angel just realised that cats sometime coughed up fur balls, she just hope neither of them did because if they did the Librarian would know something was up, she tilted her head a little bit as she watched Janelle make it on the second attempt and then she just stare at her friend a few seconds before she realised she had an itch.

Angel walked over to the wall and started to nudge it, she nudged it a few more times before she rolled over onto her back, how fun was this and now she could watch her friend from this new position.

Can cats laugh? Well Janelle was certainly laughing on the inside at Angel's antics. She was on her back and actually, that looked like fun. Imitating her friend, Janelle laid down, rolled onto her back and put her little paws in the air. "Whee look at me", she thought. Being a cat wasn't all bad.

Oh oh. Janelle rolled over into a normal cat position. She had the sudden urge to lick her paws. "No", she thought. "That would be totally disgusting." She could not possible lick her hairy paws. Janelle preferred her baths the old fashioned way.......in a tub. But the urge was soooo strong and she had to really fight it. Looking down at Angel for help, Janelle said, "Meow". Maybe she could meow her out of it.

Janelle's paw started to rise against her will and she tried to push it back down. At the same time, she could feel her tongue trying to stick out. Her Janelle mind was battling her cat body and for several minutes, the struggle continued. Finally the cat in her won out and Janelle began to lick her paws. As if that wasn't bad enough, she then proceeded to lick her cat fur everywhere she could reach. Janelle was all kinds of horrified, but she could not help herself.

Suddenly, Janelle saw something more interesting than her paw fur. There was a crumpled piece of parchment on the floor, apparently discarded by a student. A toy! Janelle leaped down from the window seat and ran toward the piece of trash. She batted it with her paw and then batted it again. This time she directed her "ball" toward Angel. "Meow", she said, hoping that Angel would bat the ball back to her. Alas, it was not to be. The next thing she knew, Janelle was no longer a cat. She was just Janelle, on the library floor on her hands and knees......on her hands and knees, tongue out and about to lick her arm. How embarrassing! But wait......it was over? The potion hadn't lasted nearly as long as she had expected. Janelle still had cat things she wanted to do. Oh well. She guessed that she would have to do a better job of potion brewing in the future.

Hoping that no one except Angel had seen her, Janelle slowly stood up and tried to act as if she was not a cat five seconds ago. Turning to Angel, Janelle said, "Well I guess it's just you now." "You have fun. I'll make sure you stay hidden."

Angel was totally enjoying her friends antics, but then Janelle was human again, well that must have been not cool and so her friend decided to do something to cheer her up, she looked at the shelf it didn't seem that high, she pictured how she would jump it and so she did, she made it first time and then she purred into her friends ear for a laugh before she jumped back down onto the floor and nudged her friends foot this was so epic and she must have been a cat for like fifty minutes now and everything was going great.

Angel did a small meow, as she did a few more things to try and make it fun for her friend and then she had another idea, she started to go around her friends feet, looking for a way up, she wanted to get on her friend shoulder so that she could see what it was like being so tall, she suddenly found a way up.

"Meow!" Angel was glad her friend was hiding her, she started to jump and then with shock she realised that the potion was wearing off. She had expected it to last longer than it had.

"Me............."

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"Watch out Janelle!" Angel had a funny feeling there was going to be an all mighty crash here.

Janelle was bummed because she was no longer a cat. She had just started to enjoy herself when the potion wore off. Looking at her watch, she realized that she had been a cat for less than an hour. Janelle was so busy pouting that she almost didn't realize that Angel had jumped onto the window seat. Hearing a purr, she began to giggle. "Wow, you made it on the first try. I guess you're a better cat than I am."

Janelle couldn't help but laugh when Angel jumped down and began to nudge her. The next thing she knew, her kitty friend was running around her. " Oh you want to play, huh? OK, I'm in." Janelle pretended to try to catch Angel as she ran around. Then Angel was trying to use Janelle as a ladder. As the cat began to climb up her arm, Janelle started to laugh.....alot. Besides being funny, all of that crawling tickled.

When Angel reached Janelle's shoulder, she jumped. "You sure are a brave ca........Oh oh." Apparantly Angel's potion had worn off too because in mid-jump, the cat became the girl again and it went downhill from there. Faster than you could say Finite, Angel toppled onto Janelle and they both went crashing to the ground. When Janelle caught her breath, she began to laugh again. "Are you OK?", she asked her homework partner. They had managed to hide themselves as cats, but their crash might have attracted just a tad bit of attention. Standing up, Janelle put out her hand to help Angel up. "That was awesome! Thanks for working with me." Taking a glance around, she added, "I think we better get out of here before Mr. Kitridge comes to investigate." They had been lucky so far, but their time might just be running out.

Angel realised that at the end of it all she had been a cat for just over an hour but for now she was hurting, she was wishing now she hadn't tried to be such a brave cat. "Thanks Janelle." Angel sighed as she got up and realised that she had probably made a big noise there. "That was so much fun, it was fun being a cat with you." Angel had totally enjoyed herself, well everything except the ending which had gone a bit wrong.

Angel giggled as she looked at her younger friend. "We really should meet up again sometime soon, it was so much fun!" Angel had missed her friend and now she wanted to have some fun and just relax since this year was her OWL year.

This was the perfect place to 'practice'. The library was quiet and people here tended to mind their own business because they were busy working on their own stuff. Blaise led his cousin through the shelves until they got to the stained glass window where the boy hopped up onto the cushioned seat it sported, being sure to leave enough room for Bentley.

"Let's see all the things we collected." He said, gesturing to the bag strung over his cousin's shoulder. They'd taken things from the Great Hall, the Common Room and their dorms. It should have been more than enough for them to get some practice on--for Bentley to get some practice on.

Someone remind him why he was still trying?

Also, he probably shouldn't have left his wand up in his dorm.

Bentley sure wished that Blaise would have been the one to lug the bag of stolen items to the library. The stupid pygmy puff hadn't stopped squeaking once since they snatched him/her...or whatever it was from their dorm mate. Though he supposed the little critter wasn't very fond of being bumped around in a bag with a slew of inanimate objects.

The things one did in the name of education. Sigh.

He climbed up next too his cousin and emptied the content of the bag unto the floor.

Pygmy puff, plate, a brush...other assorted objects rolled out.

"Okay..soooo we're starting with vera verto right?" The spell rolled off his tongue quite easily and Blaise was sure that they'd do this and quickly get to head down for dinner.

STARE.

Could that pygmy puff be any louder? You could swear they were trying to do it in. "Shhhh." Blaise urged as his cousin set the obviously scared thing down between them. "We're not going to hurt you. Justin can have you back when we're done." Bentley was such a trooper, logging around all the stuff like that. It gave him more time to peek into his floating notepad that flittered along in front of them.

"Alright, we'll try that one. We can try any one you want 'cause you'll be the only one doing it mate." No joke. He meant it. The boy would be casting the spell in his imagination and it would be well documented by his lying quill.

"Vera Verto!" He said with all the dramatics and oomph he could muster as he flashed his hands at the pygmy puff in a very Houdini-esque way. Naturally nothing happened but don't tell his quill that.

"Okay, your turn."

"Wah?!!" Bentley side eyed his cousin so hard his eyes hurt. He knew he Blaise wasn't joking about not doing it because he was still refusing to use his wand. He sighed and swatted away at the lying quill. His cousin did not perform that spell perfectly you lying inanimate object!

"Blaise, this is literally the easiest spell we'll ever learn besides nox. Just take out your wand and give it a go...like this.." He pulled the pygmy puff towards him by one leg, because eew this was just a hairy rat, and watched as the animal trembled and squeaked. "Vera Verto." She said tapping the animal...Ugh..hairy goblet..."Wait...not like that...lemme do it again..."..."reverto!"...and back to trembling pygmy puff.."vera verto!"..tap.."Ah!...better..I guess.." Except for that tiny patch of furr.

"Oi! Watch how you're swatting, you might make it smudge the words." How rude of him. Just didn't like seeing a guy prosper under the false words of his quill.

Yeah yeah yeah. Easiest spell he'd ever learn, blah blah balh. "If it's so easy how come you suck at it so much?" He countered, obviously having caught sight of all the FUR still on the goblet. Yeah. REAL easy Bentley. Even after his cousin amended his original error there was still a spot of fur so he could shove off and stop trying to tell him how to live his life.

"I don't have my wand with me, don't need it. I can still 'practice' just the same." The boy cleared his throat. "Reverto!" Of course the pygmy puff was still a cup but he could wait for his cousin to ACTUALLY change it back then he'd 'give it another shot'.

To indicate he was waiting, the boy nudged the goblet back toward him. Ahem. Aheeeem.

"Smudge?!" Blaise and his quill could be so bloody annoying at times that Bentley could hardly even stand it. Grrr..cue more side eyes for the cheating cousin from Cheatsville. "Well at least I am actually trying! Which is more than I can actually say about you, you cheating cheat!"

Bentley sighed miserably. Blaise was a bloody piece of work. He deserved a flick of the ear but the first year would just have to save that special flick until later. "Of course you don't have your wand on you. You never intended to do anything anyways."

But you know what? This was not going to happen nope nope. Bentley grabbed the quill and tossed it, then rolled the parchment into a ball and stuffed it in his mouth.

"howishthisforsmudingspooopidparchment"

A cheating cheat? Really? Blaise snorted at his cousin's obvious attempt at an insult. Did he know he didn't care? Did he know he was gonna keep doing this anyway? Because he was. "I do lots of things, lots and I get through other classes JUST FINE without the bloody thing so how's about you shut it--"

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Blaise watched with mock calm as his cousin tossed his quill then ripped the page from his notebook and chewed it. MOCK calm because he certainly wasn't calm but could remember the last time he jumped someone for his quill, Airey somehow showed up. "It's okay, dear cousin, I understand how limited your maturity level is and I accept you for it." The boy snapped his fingers and the quill floated back up to the remaining notepad that still floated at the boy's shoulder. "Now because I'm the best cousin in the world, I won't tell anyone how you violently attacked me because you were jealous I was getting all the spells right."

Was his quill taking notes? He suspected it was by now.

Since Bentley clearly wasn't good at taking hints, the puff was still a goblet that he couldn't try again on. No problem. He would just 'try' another spell. "Scribblifors!" Boom. More Houdini magic.

Grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr

Bentley tossed his quill to the ground and shoved his cousin off the bench then proceeded to wrestle with him on the ground. He really really wanted to punch him but his mother's voice kept echoing in his ears. Stay out of trouble Bentley, no hitting blah blah. He would be totally justified if he punched Blaise in the nose right now.

And the best part was, no one was around to see it.

"Do your bloody home work yourself then!" He shoved his cousin again and got up. "And I don't care if you tell anyone that I violently attacked you. I bet they'd agree that you deserve it."

"Scribblifors!" Again and again and again he said the incantation, as if he was doing absolutely nothing wrong. "Scribblifors."

Was his cousin going to try? Was he going to NOT make Justin's pygmy puff a goblet anymore? Blaise couldn't do it and didn't think their dormmate would appreciate being told he didn't have his pet anymore. The boy sat as straight as his posture would allow, displaying his forced patience but everything was overturned in a second when he was suddenly being tackled to the ground.

He fell with a thud, lucky to not have broken anything on the sudden fall.

"What's WRONG with you??" He all but shouted. Had to keep your voice down in a library and all that. "No one would agree that but YOU." And now he didn't WANT to do his homework anymore. Thanks a lot favourite cousin.

"You can do your homework alone then. I'm done anyway." Stupid spells. Stupid magic. Stupid cousin. He was leaving.

"What is wrong with me?!!" Bentley didn't care about keeping his voice down anymore. His cousin was so annoying and so unbelievably unaware of this fact that the first year lion felt he was just going to kill him and get it over with. Ugh.

"I don't mind doing my home work alone! You're the one that won't use your stupid wand." He picked the basically transfigured goblet up and eyed it. "You transfigure it! Do it! Go on..go on!" Bentley threw the cup at the boy on the ground and folded his arms. "Oh right! You don't have a wand!"