Second Floor Hallway

Jake was in here, outside of his class at the moment with Eric. Fry was unfortunately in another class, and it was just him and Eric in this one. The two were doing some partner work on the history of this inventor Henry the Third.

Selia slid off the banister, and onto the floor, a few feet away from the boys, and slid to a stop right next to the stone wall. "Whoo!"

They stared. Suddenly Jake spoke up. "Shouldn't you be in class?"

"I'm skipping!" Selia said brightly. "Besides, I'd just fall asleep anyways, it's Divination."

Jake nodded. "You have a point." He grinned widely and his eyes closed up a bit. Because he's Asian.


Eric just kept reading the instructions. "Hey, was this Henry guy gay?"
"Yeah. Apparently he walked around in bright pink tights and purple robes. He loved that Muggle Shakespear man, too. He wanted to impress him."
"Oh, okay." Eric scribbled down an answer.

"Hey, what's wrong with pink tights..?" Selia mumbled- she happened to own a pair for herself. "Hey, I'm going to go to the Hospital Wing and pretend to be sick so I don't get a detention. See you in free period."

Jake nodded. He returned to helping Eric.

Selia was sitting around here, just wandering around before breakfast.



[OH FOR GOD'S SAKE GUYS, IT WAS THAT EASY.]

"Hey!" Holly sat down next to her, smiling. "What's up? I was just on my way to breakfast."

"Oh, really? I'm not really hungry this morning, I think I'll skip it. How're you?"

"Oh, really? Well, I'm hungry. And besides that, I'm okay."

"I'll go sit with you, just to talk, but.. How was Hogsmeade? I'm so sorry I couldn't go with you, how about next time?"

Wallace was sitting against the wall of the hallway, trying desperately to untie his impossibly knotted shoelace. To no avail. His foot was killing him, practically screaming for air. Needless to say, Wallace had forgotten to powder his socks that morning. How unfortunate.

Clyde walked to his friend, smiling like an amused parent would. "Wallace, do you want me to help?"

"I don't want your help, I've got this." He gave up on untying the lace and began to just try and pull the shoe off.

Clyde leaned against the wall, standing beside Wallace. "Wallace, I've got this feeling that something big is going to happen soon. Like, everything that has been going on will just explode."

"Is that so?" He continued futilely struggling with his shoe.

"Yes. And I just want you to know I'll always be your friend." Clyde sadly smiled then changed the topic. "Just blast off the lace."

"That's too easy, you fool."

"You, my friend, are the foolish one."

"I'm hungry!" he shouted.

"Blast it off!"

"Get me something to eat, friend."

"No."

"Do you have anything on you?"