Sixth year guys dorm.

"You aren't supposed to be here, you know."

"Yup. I figure it's a few days before they change the password, then I'll have to bother Robin all day instead of you."

"I see." He kept reading.

"And, really, I think Robin won't appreciate my bothering as much as you. She's very rarely nice to me unless I do something like ... Scream at Elroy to go to the Yule with her, scream at her, and cuss Elroy out for being.. well.. himself."

"Appreciate?"

"Appreciate. You take it much better than she does. Manners, I guess."

"Oh. I don't necessarily appreciate these constant interruptions."

Serenity grinned. "I know. But, soon it'll be quiet, and then you'll miss having me here to bother you. People always think the grass is greener on the other side of the hill."

"Having experienced both peace and the annoyance of you jumping around and talking non-stop, I think I would know." He closed the book.

"Ah, did you finish?" Serenity wasn't grinning anymore, but she hadn't lost her playful nonstop talking.

"Yes."

"Congratulations, you've just won the Superbowl. What are you going to do now?" Serenity held up a fake microphone, giggling slightly.

"Marry teh gurl of mai dreemz!" Then he grabbed her and kissed her.

He just stared at her for a moment, then got up to leave to return the book.

"YOUR SUPPOSED TO SAY THAT YOU'RE GOING TO GO TO DISNEYWORLD!" Serenity yelled, grabbing her bag and leaving.

Rashell Lucas burst through the door, looking around with a calculating stare. Sometimes, people thought Brooke and Rashell were mixed up during the sorting, and their houses should be switched, and sometimes Rashell agreed with them. Really, deep down, Rashell knew she belonged here and that airhead sister of hers (Oh, Rashell loved Brooke, but her intelligence was little.) definitely belonged in Slytherin. "I'm looking for a Charles," she said, rolling her eyes.

"WHY DO PEOPLE KEEP COMING INTO THE DORM," said One, who was taping the bridge on his glasses.

"L-o-l, she's looking for ME, this time. MEEEEE. Not ANGEEEEL." Charlie walked over to Rashell while saying this. "'Sup."

Rashell had taken out a file, looking at her nails intently. Suddenly, she looked up, putting one hand on her hip. "What? Oh-- Yeah. I'm supposed to say something.. Hold on, this hangnail is coming off."

"Oooooookay..."

"Oh yeah! Alright, Serenity told me to come to you for fashion advice. Lucky your in my house.." Rashell sat on the end of One's trunk boredly. "What are the colors for this spring? Do you know?"

"Pastel's are coming back. Or so I heard."

Rashell grinned. "You have passed my test. Alright, now stand up straight and listen closely, I can't repeat this more than once."

He stopped leaning on the wall. "What?"

Rashell jumped up, whispering.
"Whisperwhisperwhisperwhisperwhi
sperwillwhisperwhisperwhisperyouwhisperw
hisperwhispergowhisperoutwhisperwithwhisperme?"
[OK, I KNOW IT'S CONFUSING. IT'S BASICALLY WHISPERS, THEN WILL YOU GO OUT WITH ME BETWEEN ALL THE WHISPERS.]

"Uh, sorry, I've never really talked to you... so... no... "

"I owe Brooke ten galleons. Crap. Thanks a lot." Rashell crossed her arms angrily, rolling her eyes.