Oh well that was a dumb thing to ask, Apollo. He shook his head. "I don't think they were very into space at all, actually," He frowned, now wondering where they DID get his name from. He never actually asked them. "Guess they just wanted a unique and awesome name for a unique and awesome kid," He grinned sheepishly, having mimicked her own answer about her name.

"I mean, considering we're basically all in therapy this year with that bread healer lady, it'd be impossible for you to not have heard something." Made him wonder though, would she have been in the room? Was it inappropriate to ask about blood status nowadays? He didn't really care, but there were some pureblood elitists that did, apparently.

He frowned when she sat up straighter. OH, she wanted him to cast it now?? Well, dummy, of course, why else would she have asked you if you knew how to cast the hot air charm? Suddenly he was feeling anxious and he wasn't sure if it had to do with the fact that they were in a treehouse that could catch flame if he mis-cast or just the pressure. Did he have to cast now? She hadn't specifically asked him to cast right now, so maybe just uh .... not, for right now.

"I'm okay at flying. Weirdly my parents didn't want me to try flying until i officially got to hogwarts, which sucked cause like my grandparents played at the Hufflepuff team and like, my mum's whole family did. Some of them even went pro. But my parents weren't really that into flying, so guess that's why they wanted to wait for me to fly until I got to Hogwarts." He shrugged, "That sounds fun. Ollie goes to Hogwarts? Or is she from ... home? How old is your sister?"

Remy laughed a little, proving her point that you didn’t have to have a reason to be named something other than just being awesome. She held up her hand to initiate a high five. “There you have it. We’re just cool.” And superior with these names. He had described himself as unique and Remy was very interested to find out why.

She shuddered when he mentioned Healer Poppy and her bread. Personally, she had no evidence about it being a bad situation, she only took Ash’s word for it. “True. A lot of my best friends were here last year and,” she bit her lip, “… I feel like I don’t know what to say to them about it.” She understood that nothing SHE did would help, but she wished there was.

Her brow lifted a little, and she slouched back into her cushion. Perhaps Apollo didn’t know the hot air charm, otherwise he’d have done it by now. If SHE knew the hot air charm, she’d be performing it all the time. She loved showing off her magical skill, and she was pretty decent at it for the most part. This has decided that she’d be teaching herself later. “Hmpth.” Couldn't help but get that in there.

Woah. Apollo sounded like he had a real Quidditchy family, apart from his parents. Which was super duper cool. “I started flying at school, too.” Remy nodded. She didn’t mind too much, since flying was cool but it still scared her a little. “What team did your family play on?!” The ones that went professional, she referred to.

GASP. He didn’t know Ollie? “She comes to Hogwarts, she’s in Slytherin.” This was all vital information, obviously. Oooh, questions about Ahnya. “My sister is 19… she’s training to be a healer right now.” She added proudly. “Do you have any brothers or sisters?”

Apollo grinned when she said it and reached over to slap her hand high five. "Just cool, yes," He beamed. As for the unique thing, well, they were all unique technically.

He might not have caught the hint that she wanted him to perform the hot air charm, but he did notice her shudder at Healer Poppy. "I mean, i guess it depends. If you had no muggle parents or grandparents, and you laid low, you probably would have been safe, just had to witness it all happening. It does make things challenging to go from learning to not speak to going back to answering questions though. Since it was a year of just, is this safe to say? Or am I going to meet my demise with that answer?" He paused, picking at his robe sleeve which he only just noticed was getting a little short. "So uh... you have best friends older than you? Did you like meet them before school or something?"

What was that small sound? "What's wrong?" He might not have picked up on the hint to dry her, but he did notice sound effects.

Oh, so it was normal to wait until school to start flying? But hadn't Serena started before? Guess every family was different. "Uh a few teams. Kestrals like a few decades ago. I think two uncles actually played for them. And my grandmum played for the bats in like the late 60s. Oh and i have a cousin who just accepted a position on puddlemere's team, so that's current." Mm, yea. Think that maybe covered it.

"Oh. My best friend is a Slytherin too. Isabella. She's a second year, like me, but she probably knows Ollie." Oh. "No siblings for me," he shook his head sadly. "I mean sometimes I guess Bella is like a sister, but yea. Healer though? My grandmum is one of those. She'd probably be happy to mentor your sister if you wanted."

Being 0outdoors helped calm Evan and that had remained a constant throughout the term. So when it occurred to him he needed to try working on his dream journal, the Treehouse seemed a natural place to go. He searched for a spot that was more secluded than the others, grabbing a couple of pillows and blankets and making himself a small secluded fort.

He knew he'd need the help from the light sleeping potions, so he'd grabbed a few of those and took one out from his bag once he was comfortable and fairly certain he was alone. It took a minute for the courage to drink the potion, but he was eventually able to do so, throwing it back before laying himself down amongst the pillows and closing his eyes.

One, Two, Three, Four...

He didn't even get to counting to five before he was asleep and he found himself on a mountain top. It was cold, it was tall and surrounding by clouds, so much so he couldn't see anything of what the bottom might look like. There was a fresh blanket of snow around him and he could feel in his bones another was about to layer atop it. And all he had in the clothes was a short sleeve shirt and a pair of his favorite gym shorts he usually reserved for a run or dance practice.

His teeth began to chatter, and he spun in a tight circle on the tip of the mountain, hoping to find anything that looked different. But there was nothing. It was just him and so much ... nothing. He was alone, and that thought made his teeth chatter even harder as his arms wrapped tightly around himself.

And then there was a gust of wind.

So strong, it knocked him off his balance, and suddenly he was tumbling down the side before a rock launched him into the air and began a long freefall. His throat ached as a scream wrenched out of him. And then... he was awake.

And fairly positive the yelling part had actually happened. He quickly grabbed his journal, hunkering further into the pillows out of embarrassment, hurriedly jotting down the whole thing into his journal so he could more effectively hide out until everyone was gone and he could escape back to the comfort of his dorm.