The second year was bored. Maybe walking around would do something good. He didn't know what to do, he didn't know where his best friend was or Azura. He hadn't seen her in awhile. He hoped that Azura was doing alright with her mum being gone and all. Bradson knew what it was like to lose a parent...all of his parents. It hurt but he felt better when he didn't think about, it was easier to not think about any of them actually. But now he was thinking about them. The Scottish boy didn't even know where he was at first, just plopped on the ground, he felt horrible and sad right now.

Juliette was having a great day! She had a nice, big breakfast this morning at the Great Hall and took an amazing nap (even though she had just woken up right before breakfast) afterwords in her form. Now, she was skipping down the hall. She had no real destination in mind; she was just wandering around until her next class started. But hey, she had finally kind of learned her way around!

Skippy, skippy, skippy -- HEY!

She stopped skipping when she came across a boy just sitting in the middle of the floor near a tapestry. She had seen his face before... wasn't he a Hufflepuff? He wasn't wearing his robes, so she wasn't really 100% positive on that. "Excuse me?" She quietly made her presence known. "Are you okay?"

Ugh!! Of all things he had could think of why did it have to be his parents? All three of him? All of them just leaving him behind. He hadn't thought about it much for a very long time but it's always been in the back of his head just bugging him. He just wanted to know what he did wrong. Why did people not want him in his life? he just wanted his family back, he wanted his mum, his dad, Jeremy, Laila and Celeste and him to be one big happy family again but he knew that would never happen again.

He knew it could never happen again. Bradson sat there as a few tears ran down his face. He hated being sad, he hated showing these sorts of feelings. The second year looked up when he heard some speak. He shrugged. "Not really." he shook his head.

Juliette did not know the boy, but she was not about to leave him here like this. Honestly, he looked like a mess... a [/s]cute[/s] mess but nevertheless, a mess. She sat down beside him when he replied to her question. "I'm Juliette," she introduced herself. He might as well know who he was talking to, right? "Is there anything I can do to help?"

If he was hurt, she could always take him to see the Healer.

He probably looked like a baby. He didn't want anyone to see him cry. He didn't even like his best friend seeing him cry. Brady always thought crying was weak, he still thinks it weak. He doesn't want to feel weak or sad but he was used to feeling alone...even when he wasn't alone. "I'm Brady." He said with a sniffle. The second year shrugged. "Not really." he said with a shake of his head as his dark brown hair fell into his face. His grandmother would probably be asking him to get his hair cut.

This was her spot. Her THINKING spot. The place she made alllll of her big decisions while she was at school, anyway. Ugh. And she definitely had some things to figure out about boys and things and stuff.

With a dramatic sigh, the blonde Lion threw herself down on the floor with an arm flung over her eyes. UGH. This was terrible and hard and she needed advice. Only problem was, she didn't want to tell anyone all of her secrets, and to be fair... if she was asking advice she would have to tell the dark secrets.


UGH!

Maybe she could convince her dad to let her go home. And stay there. Forever.

Azura was on her way to her dorm room with Steve riding happily on one of her shoulders, a passing glance wouldn't reveal the fact that there was a tarantula nesting in the teens dark hair, but a closer look might make one wonder why her hair seemed to be moving if it's own accord..

The teen wasn't walking fast, she didn't exactly want to go back to the common room.. She was trying to avoid it and certain people at the moment..

Hence her walk around with Steve.. She was passing the tapestry when she saw someone who looked upset.. Someone she thought she recognized from the train..

"Dora?" Had she gotten it right? "Are you all right?" She asked her with a smile as Steve decided to poke his head out of her hair..

Dora wasn't exactly impressed with tarantula. Her own was awesome and was given to her by her Uncle Spike... who had enough curls to hide Matilda and any sign of her. Mhm. Tarantulas were old hat to her.

But as it was, Dora didn't notice anything anyway.

It wasn't until the other girl actually called her name that she looked up, raising her arm from her eyes and grimacing slightly. "M'Fine. You're... Azul aren't you?" Azul, Azura... close enough, right?[/b]" Once she had watched the girl long enough, she lay her head back and covered her eyes again. "Barnabus is never going to teach those trolls proper dance."