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Marie slipped off her bag, and opened her book, reading intently. She felt a stab of guilt for not discussing anything in the Great Hall- for she wanted to talk about Quidditch Trials. She had been a seeker last year, and hoped she would secure the position once more. Marie read, her thoughts between witch burnings and Quidditch Trials.

((my posts get lamer by the well...post. ))

Callan walked into Griffindor common room and a something on the noticeboard caught his eye. It annouced Quidditch trials. They were always boring. He hated the people that tried out who could just not play. Why would anyone waste their time like that?
A couple of girls pionted to the notice and whispered excitedly. Then they started laughing. Callan fixed them with a cold glare and walked past them. Girls were so annoying. Like the one who had walked into him today. What was her problem anyway? Why can't people just look where they are going? And that girl even had the nerve to glare at him after he walked away.
Callan blinked as the red-headed girl whom he had collided with earlier walked past him . He quickly exited the common room. The last thing he needed was more attention.

((So sorry I haven't been able to post sooner, my computer has been getting upgraded for the past week.))

Marith yawned widely as she dabbed her quill into the pot of ink and began writing the final paragraph of her Potions essay. She had a free period at the moment and was desperately trying to finish all her homework off. She wanted to make sure that she was free for the Quidditch Trials coming up.

A few moments later and she had finished. Dropping the quill quickly she tightened the lid on her ink and stuffed everything into her bag. Stretching quickly as she tied her hair into a loose ponytail, Marith made her way out of the third year girls' room and down the stairs. She glanced at the time and gasped, "Darn it!" she cried out, frowning to herself. She had promised Liora she would meet her for lunch.

Marith then noticed her best friend walking towards her, she squealed and rushed at her before pulling her into a tight hug. "Omigosh! I'm so sorry, I was writing that stupid essay and then I got so absorbed in it, and I guess I kinda lost track of time..." She continued to ramble quickly, all her words becoming one big blurred sentence, "And.. uh... yeah.... sorry?" she finished, smiling sheepishly.

"Nothing, Sir," Marty answered the teacher after the silence, "Anka had an accident... nothing a bucket couldn't clear up."

Slughorn looked over at Anka. "All right Mr Lestrange, you can go to the hospital wing. I'm sure he's capable of doing it on his own," he added, as a Slytherin began to help him.

"The rest of you, file in!"

Marty walked past Slughorn and sat on the back row, to the left, where the Gryffindors sat. He flicked through his book impatiently, waiting for the lesson to start.

"I'll be fine with just a bucket Sir." Anka said to him after a particularly bad Slug attack.
"Very well Mr. Lestrange. In you go."
Slughorn conjured a bucket for him and admitted him to the class.

Grace had sat with Marty to make sure Anka didn't try anything else.
"You sure you're Ok Marty?" she asked him while slicing her dead mandrake root. "You really need to stand up to him. He's just a bully who needs putting in his place." She tipped The sliced roots into her potion.

Anka meanwhile has just had a slug attack over his roots. Slughorn was running over to salvage the potion ingredience.

This is what got Marty about Grace. She was his cousin, she was his friend, but she found it good to insult him at every given moment about his shoddy spell work. He could cast good spells, just not against other people. It wasn't that he was cowardly, he was just unwilling to do so.

He didn't respond to Grace, and began furiously cutting up his dead mandrake root, looking anywhere but at Anka, and Grace.

Liora pulled away from Marith.
"It's fine, don't worry," she replied, distracted.
Normally Liora would be laughing and teasing her friend. But an emotional darkness of depression had clouded over her and she did not feel like conversing with anyone, even her own best friend.
Marith fixed Liora with a questioning stare but did not ask what was wrong.
"Um, so you finished your essay? That's great, we can hang out together later," Liora said trying to smile.
She reached behind her neck and undid the bow that was holding her red hair back. She pulled it and it released her fiery hair all over her face. Liora flattened her hair over her forehead. She didn't want anyone to see the deppressed expresion on her face.

Marith gave her friend a sympathetic smile, she was used to Liora's odd moods, patting her gently on the shoulder she crouched down a little to see past Liora's fringe. "If you ever wanna talk, you know where to find me 'kay?" She then went out of the Gryffindor common room to get some late lunch.

{ apologize for lack of postage }

Irwin sat at his desk, desparately trying to vanish his mouse. VANISH he kept thinking to the mouse, while he said the incantation out loud. It wasn't working. He sighed, and looked around the class for anyone that he could talk to. School was, after all, boring without any friends. He tried to vanish the mouse one more time, and when that didn't work, he glared at it angrily.

Grace looked up a Marty. He was concentrating hard on his Roots and not looking up.

Grace knew what she'd done.
"I'm sorry Marty... I didn't mean it like that." She tried to tell him "It just sounded that way."

Anka was still throwing up slugs in the bucket he missed and they all went stright into the potion.

"NO!" Shouted Professor Slughorn, but it was too late. The potion started to fizz and bubble, it splashed violently and finally exploded showering most of the class in the potion.

There were screams and people ducking for cover. Anka got showered it it and started to scream in pain as angry boils and rashes apeared over his face, neck and hands.

Grace had been fast enough to duck under the table.

[I'm going away to Scotland until the 14th, and then going away once more to Germany on the 18th, until the 23rd. I'd like CD to take control of Marty. Please don't destroy his personality. He can do good spell work, but doesn't want to do it against others.

I will post a little.]

Marty saw the potion coming, as Anka vomited into it. Even before Grace did, he ducked underneath the table. She might have wondered for a split second why he had done so, as she had still been talking to him.

[Thanks, and have fun!]

((Like I'd destroy his character. ))
All that could be heard now was the whimpering of people in pain and Slughorn shouting at Anka.
"I'll be fine with a bucket, you say! Look at what happened! You stupid boy! Go to the hospal Wing! As should anyone else who was splashed. And don't bother coming back Mr. Lestrange! Anybody knows what happens if you add Slugs to Powdered Unicorn Horn and Chopped Mandrake roots."

Grace couldn't help but smile as she watched Anka walk out of the room practically crying still holding the bucket in front of him in case he had another slug attack.

Marty wasn't watching. He was trying to clear the desk of the potion using magic, while ignoring Grace.

He was still annoyed at her.