He didn't even flinch when she slapped his hands away and still tried to get her earrings "Gooold!" he mumbled slowly. "Must have gold..." Shinies! He stepped forward again, his eyes still dull as he focused on the shiny earrings. He needed that gold, and had to bring it to the green light as a gift.

He wasn't comprehending anything except for getting those gold earrings. He needed them!

Mason need find mint. . .

. . .

Bathroom no have mint. . . Food was here. . . was mint food? Mint has be food. . .

Pillows need help Mason find mint. . .

. . .

"Mason need peppermint. . ." Give Mason mint. . . Lulla and Glowy need mint. . .

find, find, find, find. . .

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He didn't even flinch when she slapped his hands away and still tried to get her earrings "Gooold!" he mumbled slowly. "Must have gold..." Shinies! He stepped forward again, his eyes still dull as he focused on the shiny earrings. He needed that gold, and had to bring it to the green light as a gift.

He wasn't comprehending anything except for getting those gold earrings. He needed them!

Alright, something was NOT RIGHT with this kid, but Scarlett had no idea what it was. All she knew was that part of her was tempted to give him her earrings - but they were super cute hoops she'd picked out and only gotten to wear twice this year! So no, you are NOT getting these earrings, mister.

"No, this isn't even real gold! It's FAKE," she snapped at him, as if that would make a difference. "What's wrong with you? What's your name?" she tried asking him questions that hopefully would ring bells in his brain somewhere...

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Mason need find mint. . .

. . .

Bathroom no have mint. . . Food was here. . . was mint food? Mint has be food. . .

Pillows need help Mason find mint. . .

. . .

"Mason need peppermint. . ." Give Mason mint. . . Lulla and Glowy need mint. . .

find, find, find, find. . .

Scarlett didn't register the other person in the kitchens at first...until she heard what she was muttering. Mint? At first it wouldn't have bothered her until she realized that she was muttering in the same sort of fashion that Gold Boy over here was.

"Hey, are you with this one over here?" she asked the girl. She wasn't sure either of them would be in any type of shape to answer...but it was worth a shot.

Where was Pillows?

. . .

Hmmm. . . voice. . . unimportant voice. . . all that was important was Mint and Stone. . . voice was not Mint. . .

Slowly Mason turned toward unimportant girl-voice. . . cocking her head to the side, arms limp at her side, dead-eyes staring in a bored-fashion at the girl (Scarlett/Arya) . . . "Mason need Mint. . . Lulla ask. . . " Boy. . . was boy also one of Lulla and Glowy?

. . .Mason did not know boy. . .

. . . Mason did not care about Boy. . . only Lulla and stone. . .

Shaking her head slightly. . . Mason smiled dully at the unimportant-voice-girl, "No boy. . . only stone and mint. . . Mason must find. . ."

. . .

find, find, find, find, find. . .

The only thing he knew was he wanted those earrings. The word fake didn't even register inside his head. "Gold" he mumbled more emphatically. That was all he knew was he had to get that gold and bring it to the forest! "Must have gold!"

When she spoke to another person nearby his eyes flickered a teensy bit but his hand reached out again "Must have gold!" he mumbled again. He had to get the gold, and get it to the forest!

Nothing was breaking through to him, in his search for his gold!

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Originally Posted by Nc.Ap.

Where was Pillows?

. . .

Hmmm. . . voice. . . unimportant voice. . . all that was important was Mint and Stone. . . voice was not Mint. . .

Slowly Mason turned toward unimportant girl-voice. . . cocking her head to the side, arms limp at her side, dead-eyes staring in a bored-fashion at the girl (Scarlett/Arya) . . . "Mason need Mint. . . Lulla ask. . . " Boy. . . was boy also one of Lulla and Glowy?

. . .Mason did not know boy. . .

. . . Mason did not care about Boy. . . only Lulla and stone. . .

Shaking her head slightly. . . Mason smiled dully at the unimportant-voice-girl, "No boy. . . only stone and mint. . . Mason must find. . ."

. . .

find, find, find, find, find. . .

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Originally Posted by Nymphadoraliz

Text Cut: Scarlett and Mason

The only thing he knew was he wanted those earrings. The word fake didn't even register inside his head. "Gold" he mumbled more emphatically. That was all he knew was he had to get that gold and bring it to the forest! "Must have gold!"

When she spoke to another person nearby his eyes flickered a teensy bit but his hand reached out again "Must have gold!" he mumbled again. He had to get the gold, and get it to the forest!

Nothing was breaking through to him, in his search for his gold!

Scarlett was not stupid, and she was realizing now that the time for trying to talk sense in to these two was long gone. Ugh. She should just go try and find Myers? After all, the one boy was a Hufflepuff, she was sure he was going to be interested to hear about this...

Then again, the curious part of her was starting to creep up, and she was anxious to see what would happen if she DID give the kid her earrings. She was sure she'd be able to get them back eventually...she took the hoops off and handed them to the boy.

"Ok, here you go. Now what?" she asked him.

He showed no sign of excitement or happiness to have gotten the earrings when she handed them to him. His eyes dropped to the gold in his hands and immediately he turned to walk towards the door. The door he knew was there and just walked away with the earrings in his hands. He had to get them to the forest! He had to deliver the gold, the lullaby said so.

He wasn't even aware of those around him, just needed to get the gold to the forest now. Now to open the door...

It was no surprise at all that he wound up here. Even though the kitchens were a couple floors down from where he needed to be patrolling, the blond needed something to nibble on before he went back to circulating the corridors. Surely the portraits would keep an eye on things and send word if anything chaotic was happening, right? Right.

Stomach growling, Frankie entered the kitchen and started looking around the place. Where were the house-elves? Could one of them throw a sandwich together for him quick? Or was he going to have to do it himself? The latter wouldn't be an issue. He was more than capable, after all. He just needed some fuel in his tank before he died of starvation.

Miranda had made her way down to the kitchen. and nearly ran into a much older student.
" Oh... hello. Sorry" she smiled up at him."I'm Randa..."

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Miranda had made her way down to the kitchen. and nearly ran into a much older student.
" Oh... hello. Sorry" she smiled up at him."I'm Randa..."

Where in Merlin's name where the house-elves? Did they all go on strike or something? All he wanted was a simple sandwich, and deep down he really didn't want to make one himself. The blond looked around the room for a bell or a gong, anything that would make one of the little creatures appear to assist him.

As he searched near the pots and pans, a female voice sounded right next to him. It was about time he got some assistance! The prefect turned to the side and looked down ... only to find a young girl standing there, a Hufflepuff no less.

His eyebrow rose when she greeted him and stated her name. "Hi, Randa," he replied with a small smile. "I'm Frankie. Prefect Frankie." He paused to intimidate her a little, considering curfew was not too far away and the little kids needed to be heading to bed, not hanging out in the kitchen. Unless she was going to make a sandwich for him, then he'd gladly make an exception. "What brings you here to the kitchen at this hour?"

Miranda smiled a small smile. He was a prefect... How wonderful!So she straightened up a bit and answered quite confidently as it were.. " Well, Prefect Frankie.... Pleasure to meet you. I was only coming for a bedtime snack. You're looking a bit hungry yourself.... Where's the house elves?" she stated and then asked as she looked around him...." Looks as if we may be on our own this evening.... What did you want? I was about to ask for a turkey sandwich myself" She smiled up at him." If you want I could make something for you... Just so long as it's simple. I don't actually know how to cook anything yet" She giggled; more to herself than Frankie.
She started to go towards to pantry to look for the ingredients she needed. " I could make you a sandwich if you like..." She called back to him as she hurried about the kitchen gathering the things she'd need....

Intimidating the girl with his prefect status didn't go as he thought it would have. She seemed to be quite chipper about it, and somehow it gave her a confidence boost. Were all Hufflepuffs like this? In all honesty, he could see his mum behaving in a similar manner if she were eleven all over again.

He repressed a snort when Randa stated that he looked a bit hungry. Someone was definitely a Hufflepuff. But, yes, he was hungry, which was his reason for being down in the kitchen at such an hour. The boy simply nodded his head to that question, and then he shrugged his shoulders when she inquired where the house-elves were. "You'd think they'd be here. The sleep just over there," he murmured, pointing at the door that led to their sleeping quarters.

That didn't seem to matter to the young girl, though. She seemed quite content with making her own food. AND his too? Well, Frankie certainly wasn't going to deny her that joy. "I'll have an Italian sandwich, if you really don't mind making it." No turkey for him as it would make him sleepy, and he couldn't afford to snooze during his patrol in case something fishy occurred.

Miranda continued making her sandwich and without even looking took her wand and pointed it at the ice box " Accio lunch meats..." And out zoomed the coldcuts and to the counter next to her they settled. She cut her own sandwich in half and started making the italian mixed that Frankis wanted..
" No problem... Do you like any dressings or cheese? " she asked over her shoulder as she assembled the older boys sandwich...
" I think they may be making their rounds in the common rooms now... Tidying up...They should be back shortly I think...." Miranda stated as she glanced at the clock...

Frankie watched the first year as she went about making her sandwich. Needless to say, he was impressed. She was acting as if she owned the place, and that summoning she was doing was rather remarkable for a first year. Clearly Hufflepuffs were very serious when it came to food, which he wasn't going to complain about.

There certainly was no reason to complain anyway when the young girl was making a snack for him since the house-elves seemed to be preoccupied with cleaning or whatever else they did at this time. While she started putting everything together, he simply messed around his hair a bit, adjusted his badge, and glanced down at his watch. Duty was calling, though that was just going to have to wait a little longer.

"Surprise me," he said nonchalantly. "I'm not picky." Anyone who knew him, even after spending at least five or ten minutes with him, knew that he would eat practically anything that was put in front of him. His stomach was an endless pit, and he really liked food.

Entering the kitchen after having tickled that pear in the painting out in the corridor Hady took a quick look around. "I like to come here to grab a snack between meals sometimes or leave a treat for the house elves," she told Rubble holding him in the palm of her hand. If the little elfsies were around she'd certainly introduce them to her pet space rock. However she didn't see any of them right then. Interesting. It looked like it was just the two of them for now.

"Since we're already here, how about a little snack?" Setting Rubble down on the table she laughed quietly to herself walking towards the cabinets. If anyone were to walk in right now they would probably think she was insane speaking to a rock. Unless they knew her and knew she owned three others so this wasn't at all odd for her at all. Taking down a glass she walked to the fridge and poured herself a small bit of milk. Setting that down on the table she went ahead and grabbed two cookies from the cookie jar before sitting down. "Now this here is a very popular snack for most people. Milk and cookies. It's best when you dunk the cookie into the milk." As she spoke she broke one cookie in half and then broke off another much smaller piece. Hardly dipping the smallish piece into the milk she then laid it on the table in front of Rubble. That piece was his (shh he would eat it).

Picking up her own cookie she dunked it into the milk before taking a bit. Perfect. For a few silent minutes the brunette sat there enjoying her snack. When she was finished she cleaned up whatever small mess may have been made with the use of her wand. "What did you think, Rubble? I told you the kitchens would be a good stop." Picking up her 'friend' she headed out.