Marsha was ecstatic. In fact, if she knew another word that meant you were even happier than that she would use it, because she couldn't even begin to think of a day where she felt happier than she did right now. Even meeting Rhys and Alis... which was probably bad BUT this was her thing and she'd done well at it.

Having already had a shower, the Gryffindor was dressed in jeans and a warm jumper as she moved from her own Common Room towards the Astronomy Tower to see Professor Airey. Afterall, she had promised him an update on how she had done at her first Youth Athletics event over the weekend. And honestly, she couldn't wait to tell him.

Skipping through the corridors, a small felt bag in her hand, she hummed to pass the time.

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Marsha was ecstatic. In fact, if she knew another word that meant you were even happier than that she would use it, because she couldn't even begin to think of a day where she felt happier than she did right now. Even meeting Rhys and Alis... which was probably bad BUT this was her thing and she'd done well at it.

Having already had a shower, the Gryffindor was dressed in jeans and a warm jumper as she moved from her own Common Room towards the Astronomy Tower to see Professor Airey. Afterall, she had promised him an update on how she had done at her first Youth Athletics event over the weekend. And honestly, she couldn't wait to tell him.

Skipping through the corridors, a small felt bag in her hand, she hummed to pass the time.

It was THAT time of day once more, meaning that it was the random and never at the exact same time time for him to take Pebbles on her walk. Mysteriously, these always seemed to be the times that he would happen to run into someone, and it seemed as though right now was one of those moments.

"Miss Hanover," he saluted the Gryffindor as he approached. "Were you on your way to visit me?" Seeing as this corridor of the expansive seventh floor really only lead to his office.

Azura was moving down the hall a bit slowly, in her hands were several blank music pages and her sapphire blue quill! She wasn't sure if she should call it her lucky quill or not, but it had been on her when she and Jace had made up.. And that had been one of the best days of her life!

It felt so good to have her friend back. Sure she still had to worry about liking him and him not liking her.. But they were talking.. And that's all that mattered!

Right?

Right!

Now that she was mostly feeling better.. She felt like writing music again! So she was on her way to piano room near the astronomy tower to see what she could come up with!

It was April. It was April the first. It was Mel's birthday! Carl was so excited that his friend was finally twelve. His birthday was in March, so he was totally experienced with being an almost teenager. He could give her guidance if she needed it.

The Hufflepuff had walked all the way to the Seventh Floor, knowing this was where the Lion Common Room was. He leaned against the wall and fiddled with his present. As he was not somebody who knew girls well, he had picked something that he thought she would like. Gosh, he hoped his judgement was correct this time around.

And if Mel did not walk by this corridor ... then he might have to look for the supposedly horrible Fat Lady's Portrait.

Melbourne Johanson was very aware what day it was. Still, as she snuck around the halls with her wand an easy flick of the wrist away she couldn’t help but feel proud that she had made it this far. Even so, she had planned to be vigilant this year.

Peeves probably knew what day it was…well, he knew it was April Foolsday. That she was sure of. Slipping down a corridor she saw the blonde hair of her hufflepuff friend and grinned.

“Hey Pumpkinhead.” She grinned saying the nickname that she had allotted to him after their duel. “Happy April First,” she grinned and glanced around. “ ‘ave you seen Peeves?” She asked speaking so quickly that she barely pronounced the ‘h’ sound to any of the words it belonged to.

Carl's eyes darted around the hallway, looking to see if his friend was approaching. They soon found her, walking down the corridor. He smiled and quickly hid his present behind his back. "Hey, Mel! Happy - Happy April First to you too." He replied, subconsciously running a hand through his pumpkin-free hair. He had meant to say 'Happy Birthday", but had switched greetings mid-way, mostly because he was curious about her question.

"Peeves? No ..." The First Year imitated her by glancing around (and up and down for good measure), hoping to not find him. The last thing he wanted was for the Poltergeist to ruin her birthday. "Why? Do you want to prank him?" He asked, a grin creeping up his face. That would be something he knew Mel would like to do.

Rooney met the Ravenclaw stereotype on a daily basis. Not to humour the idea, but because it was actually what he enjoyed. Spending time in the library. Today it had been a whole 5 hours with a career specific book, writing notes and taking suggestions. Suggestions from pages, but also from the extended considerations he came up with using his own brain. He was on his way back to his common room with two piles of books levitating behind him, another open in his hands as he perused the theoretical side of wizarding theatrics.

Always planning ahead, this one.

His three years in the castle had him used to stair climbing on the daily, and he was efficient and quick at moving up them without getting caught between their own movements. Sometimes, he did get lost on them on purpose. Just to see what quiet spots he could find. He had just skimmed across a spell to do with a homing spotlight and grinned. This would be perfect for him! Now just to perfect the casting!!

Azura wasn't fully looking where she was going, no.. she had her face stuck in her music sheet music and was humming slightly, trying to figure out what notes sounded well together.. She was thinking of writing a song for Jace.. because.. friends did that? Or rather.. one friend who seriously like the other other.. who really didn't like her back..Did that..

Right?

Sure..

She was so lost in her thoughts and her music writing that she didn't see the boy with the levitating books behind them and walked straight into the stack of books!!

With a soft squeak she fell backwards! Music flying, quill soaring overhead and she landed on her back.. and hit her head..

Thankfully she had just missed hitting her nose on the stack of books!

Owwwwwwww.... She groaned as she slowly started to push up from the floor.

O_________O

Oh no.

OH NO.

NO NO NO NO NO NO NO. Had he killed someone?! Instinct forced him to toss the book in his hand to the floor and dive to try catch the stuff that she had dropped. Or...sent flying also. He collared a few sheets between fingers and felt her quill hit him on the shoulder and then clatter to the floor. "Yikes." Roo considered in depth whether he could be the awful human being and blame her for this situation (and the mess everywhere) or take full responsibility for having books in the air and almost killing people. Ah.

Choices, choices, choices.

Sticking out a hand to help her up, he frowned. "Sorry. You okay?" Was she broken? Dead?

She WAS making zombie noises.

Azura took a deep breath as spots seem to swim before her eyes for a brief moment before she blinked them away and managed to focus on the boy in front of her.

"Yes, I'm fine." She said with a warm smile as she took his hand and got up and then looked around at the mess.. Yikes.. "Are you okay? I didn't hurt any of your books did I?" She asked as she rubbed the back of her head a bit.. Ouch.. It sort of hurt, but she was PRETTY sure she was okay..

It wasn't the first time she had fallen over.. and it wouldn't be the last!

"And no need to apologize, I wasn't watching where I was going either." She said with a warm smile.. "Azura Kennedy." The first year, purple eyed girl stuck out her hand as she introduced herself.

Melbourne didn’t even know that Carl had gotten her anything; she was just carefully on the lookout for pranks. It was something that she would have done herself but Peeves was the absolute worst with them…really, she wanted him to train her in the art of peevesing.

“Thanks,” she grinned over to him and when she mentioned not seeing Peeves she grinned. “Oh…maybe?” She admitted with a grin, “he snuck into the girls dorm and braided everyone’s hair…and made Sam get all mad at me because one time I braided her hair when she was sleeping” she huffed and shook her head grinning over to him.

“any ideas on how to prank a prankster?” She asked excitedly grinning over to her friend.

Carl grinned - he knew she would like to prank Peeves! His smile faded slightly when he heard her next sentence. He braided the girls' hair? That sounded funny, but he could not stop himself from being suspicious. This could be related to all the other weird events happening around the school, like the Hufflepuff study tables being stuck on the ceiling. Or maybe it was really just a prank? He smiled and nodded, not knowing what to say.

"Uhhh, you could try the Skurge Charm at him?" The Badger suggested. He was not a prankster himself, so he did not have many ideas. Also, he was preoccupied with thinking about how to give his presents. The conversation was all about pranking - it was as if she had forgotten her own birthday! Right, he had to do it now or never.

Clearing his throat, he said, "Mel, uh, I came here to tell you ... happy birthday." He handed the gifts over. One box held fun Deadpool socks (because nobody ever has enough clean socks, right?) and a jar held pumpkin cookies that he baked. They were not pretty, but they were filled with memories! "And I wanted to say that I love being your friend."

Typically, he thought he was the only person who thought about hurting books in this situation, but here he was...face to face with someone else who struggled with that. "No, no. They'll be fine. I'm sure they were more hurt by a student without academic calibre checking them out." And he wasn't talking about himself or her or anyone that he knew. He really was just trying to make sure she felt better about stuff. Roo noticed her rub the back of her head and bit back his need to take her to the healer and make sure she didn't have a concussion or something worse. She would do that herself if she felt really hurt, right?

Taking her hand, he shook it and smiled. "I know who you are, Miss Azura. We share a common room." But he was probably the only person that really made sure he knew names and faces of people he saw on a daily basis and still didn't interact with. "Rooney Bronwyn, by the way."

Azura let out a sigh of relief as they boy said that the books would be okay, the last thing she wanted to do was deface great tomes of knowledge.. Whoops! Her Ravenclaw was showing!

"I'm glad to hear that they are all right." She said with smile as he spoke about the books actually being hurt. "That is too true, some people just don't appreciate books." She said with a soft nod, though the movement made her slightly dizzy for a moment, but she recovered quickly! She was sure she was fine! Though really she needed to put a cushioning charm on the whole castle..

Just in case.

Ohhh, he already knew who she was.. Oh course.. Ravenclaw.. Duh.. She shook his head and smiled. "Well, it's nice to meet you too Rooney Bronwyn, or rather.. put a name to the face I see in passing." She said with a warm smile.. She had been so lost in the whole Jace thing.. she really hadn't been paying attention to many people..but she had seen him around.. they DID share a common room after all.

Rooney noted her smile, something that he had seen her do in passing quite a few times. It was nice to see someone smile the same way at you that you knew they did on a daily basis. No faking it until they made it. "Are you sure you're okay, Miss Azura? You took a big hit..." His concern had come back, as he piled his books back into a pile and placed the majority of them into his satchel, already charmed to be permanently lightweight. A good thing when you were always lugging twelve or so textbooks around.

Four books in his arms and Roo was ready to carry on if she was okay. "Were you headed back to the common room?" Because she should probably be sitting down on a comfy sofa. Near a fire... Or....somewhere that was not a DANGEROUS HALLWAY WITH PEOPLE AND BOOKS.

Azura watched as Rooney piled his books into his bag and she briefly wondered if he was going to be able to carry them all! Not because he didn't look strong enough, but due to the fact that he had ALL of the books. But he probably had it enchanted. Duh..

She smiled at him as he spoke. "I'm okay, really. Thank you for your concern Rooney." It was fun being called "Miss" She didn't know why, but it was though.

She took a step back as he grabbed the rest of his books, he was probably on his way to the common room and had been briefly derailed by her running into him. Now she felt bad, she hoped she hadn't delayed his studying time.

"Actually, I was just heading up to the Innovation lounge in the Astronomy tower. I play the piano and I was thinking of writing a song." She said with a smile. "I hope I didn't delay you too much though." She asked, her purple eyes looking at him with concern.

Mel shook her head, “I think it was him…or it was something with all the madness at this school” she paused for a moment before elaborating “apparently when my sister went here there was this spell that went wrong and everyone aged until they looked like little old people?” She shrugged that sounded a bit off to her like Amelia had been making it up. “Yeah we could! We’d be amazing at it I think” she grinned over to the badger.

When Carl cleared his throat and mentioned her birthday she just grinned. “Thank you Carl!” She grinned and immediately felt the need to give her friend a giant hug when he gave her the socks…sure, they probably would end up getting stolen by her pet ferret when she got home from school but still, he was a great friend for remembering. “This is awesome thank you!” She smiled over to him, “I love being your friend too!” she added happily before taking a quick step forward and hugging him.

Carl nodded, there were indeed many mad things happening at this school. He had not heard much about strange events in previous years, because older students seemed to avoid the subject and his text books obviously did not describe eccentricities at Hogwarts. His eyes widened when Mel spoke about aging students. "That's - cool! I mean, I really want to know what we look like as old people." He could try the Aging Potion to find out, but his poor Potions ability proved this impossible.

The twelve-year-old grinned, seeing that she seemed to like his presents. "You're welcome. And thanks for saying that!" He was a bit taken aback when she took a step forward and hugged him, but quickly hugged her back. After a moment, he released her. "So, how do you feel being twelve?" He asked.

It was cool wasn’t it? Now this was obviously one of the reasons she chose to be friends with Carl. He had a good sense of humor if he hadn’t well, she’d probably still have been his friend but that would have been far more boring than he really was. “I now right? I kind of want to make the potion myself…might hire out someone to make it so its not messed up” she grinned at him and then laughed.

“Oh come on I wasn’t just saying it Carl, you’re a good friend” she nodded, sure he seemed a bit shocked by her hugging him but still he deserved it. “Twelve? Honestly it doesn’t feel much different….except I can probably convince my sister to let me watch more movies!” she grinned. “I…I really like muggle movies they’re so much fun!”

She wanted to make the Ageing Potion too! Having a friend who was willing to do fun stuff like that was awesome. "Yeah, I mean I am not sure how good you are at Potions, but I would surely mess up if I tried to make the potion. If Slug and Jiggers has them, we could go and buy one." Carl grinned at her.

Okay, now the boy was touched by her statement. He nodded somewhat shyly. Raising an eyebrow, he said, "It doesn't feel much different? I think I can see wrinkles on you already." He was joking, of course. "Movies! Which ones do you like the most? I love superhero ones."