Sixth year guys dorm.

This played. Except, there was a tinkling high pitched tune set to the notes and timing of the lyrics.

He didn't really care for country, but he thought it was cute anyway. <3

The figures started dancing around.

Serenity burst into the dorm room, brandishing Olivia's gift. "LOOK WHAT I GOT, ANGEL! LOOK! OLIVIA GAVE IT TO ME!" She screamed, holding up the picture and note like it was a diamond. She had nearly scribbled out the Elroy part. It was still readable, though, her ink was almost dead.

He snatched the photo and looked at it. He turned it over. And his MAGIC!eyes were MAGIC! so he could read the writing. He mechanically handed it back. His eye was twitching slightly.

Serenity stuffed the picture in her pocket, running up to the edge of his bed. "Did you get my present? Is it intact? AND YOU LOOK SO CUTE IN SWIMMING TRUNKS! WHY DON'T YOU WEAR THEM ANY MORE?!"

"When did you see my brother, hm?"

"I was with Olivia doing a makeover and he barged in. I threw pillows at him, for your information. Don't change the subject." Serenity crossed her arms.

"Hm. Also, I love the trinket. Thank you."

"Your welcome. What did I say about changing the subject! Answer, Kay?"

"That was the subject, Miss Rosensteel."

A large,brown book was plopped on Angel's lap. In a flowing, yet messy hand writing the cover said: A combination of muggle folk tales and fantasies. Amanda has written her name and Merry Christmas on a little card.

Serenity narrowed her eyes at the book, but said nothing. "Why don't you wear swim trunks?" She asked.

"Because, I don't enjoy swimming."

"Then why don't you wear them just to make me squee? Then why don't you wear them just to wear them?"

"Because. Why should I?"

"You look SOO cute in them, that's why. What did you get everyone for Christmas?" She asked, changing the subject.

"Serenity, that was almost seven years ago. ._."

"SOO?! ELROY WEARS SWIM TRUNKS! HE LOOKS FINE! YOU TWO ARE IDENTICAL!" She had pointedly refrained from saying hot, or any other words that could make Angel jealous. After last years' jealousy mishap, Serenity shut her mouth, lowering her voice. "Anyways,"

"I'm certainly not Elroy." He turned the page.

"I would hope not. But you don't have to be Modest Mouse about it!" Serenity bit her nails nervously, going over to another sixth years' bed, pushing him off it, and sitting down.

"It's not your business."

Said sixth year was listening, and he was quite interested now.

"It may be, and it may not be, but my point hits home, doesn't it? At least your not perverted and terrible, like Elroy. I'd rather you keep a shirt on in public if it means you keep your personality." Serenity crossed her legs, pulling off her black heels, dark jeans covering up her feet.

"Not really. And that's to the first thing."

"Hmph. Well.. In that case, why is your friend listening to our conversation? It's creepy. Why does he care if you don't wear swimming trunks?"