WHO Alec and Augustus
WHEN Um, now... Sunday, October 28th
WHERE Alec's dorm
WHAT Drinking

The idea of getting tipsy -- or perhaps even a bit drunk (or majorly drunk) -- was enticing to Alec in the extreme. He chose a time of day where his dormmates were not around, of course, near the afternoon. Moving to the window, he opened it a bit to let in the fresh air and keep the room from smelling too much like alchohol. Of course, once they were done he was sure he could find a spell to rid them of the smell of it. He dropped down to his trunk, checking quickly on his supply before closing it back up. He'd get it out once the door was locked and Augustus was in the room... that way, he'd feel slightly less like he may get caught. He'd done it before, although not very often at all. He sat down ontop of the trunk, running a hand through his hair as he waited.

This was definitely a cure for a boring day that he'd enjoy. It was also not the sort of thing he could enjoy before Quidditch practice, seeing as how he wasn't too fond of the idea of being too tipsy and falling off his broomstick, crashing to the ground, and getting hurt badly. He preferred the idea of getting a bit tipsy or drunk on a day when he didn't have to worry about flying high into the air and could be a tad more relaxed about the whole situation.

He glanced up as the door started to open.

Who: OPEN
What: Just taking a walk outside.
Where: Outdoors.
When: Daytime.

Penny was bored, and after finding that Jamie, Sienna and Reese were all off, doing thier own things, she decided to make that trip to the kitchens she had been planning. But that idea was sqashed as she remembered that she had vowed to make these trips fewer as she had been doing this far too often this year. But where to go, she wondered around for a bit until she found out just where she was. This works, she decided. So now she was walking outside, enjoying the soft sunshine on her face and the cool breeze that accompanied it, rushing against her face and through her hair. It was a good day, thus far.

Penny loved the October weather, not summer, but not yet winter. It was already almost Halloween...amazing that the two months had just flown by so fast. Soon sixth year would be over, at this rate. And seventh would start, and that was a scary thought. However, during this time she was lost in her thoughts - she didn't notice the tree root sticking out from the tall grass and tripped on it. Despite her best efforts to break the fall, she hit the soft, grassy ground with a dull thud.

"Ugh." she said, standing and starting to brush her clothes off and shaking the leaves and twigs out of her long, blonde hair. How annoying. But, it was just a fall, no cuts or bruises, only a smallish scrape on her palm from her hand as she tried to break her fall. Besides, for her, that was fairly minor, being a bit clumsy and all. Penny looked around, silently praying nobody had seen this and now as she walked - occasionally making sure to watch where she was going. No roots, or rocks would get the better of her this time. Penny didn't know anyone else was around till she looked up and saw someone walking nearby. 

Who: Lotte and OPEN to anyone who happens to be up at that time
Where: Hogwarts grounds
When: Early morning on her 16th birthday
What: An early morning walk to clear her head

( Sweet Sixteen might not be so sweet but it's still nice. )

Who: Lucia, and OPEN.
Where: The grounds.
When: Midday.
What: Getting out of the castle. AndTriciatryingtocatchupandactuallydothisright.

Lucia was still in a rather... awful mood from a few hours previously, but she decided that if she distanced herself from the castle, there would be a period in between where she could calm down and relax. She didn't know what had put her in such a mood, but she knew it was becoming increasingly difficult to shake, almost to the point where scarlet nails found their way into her hair, twisting around random stray blonde locks almost painfully tight before releasing them.

Lucia let her hands drop by her sides as she kept walking towards the grounds. It was lunchtime, and she hadn't another class for at least an hour. Fresh air would do her good, she decided, stalking towards the large wooden doors that led to outside. She passed through them silently, ignoring random stragglers late for lunch that seemed to be wasting time in the corridors.

Ah, fresh air. Dropping her bag down on a bench as soon as she reached the edge of the lake, she soon followed suit and folded her arms in front of her, gazing towards the water.

Who: Emile, OPEN
Where: Hogsmeade
When: Saturday, backdated
What: Emile takes a stroll

It was a cool September day, and as such, Emile made sure he was dressed warmly enough. He had on his robes, a long sleeved shirt underneath. Hogsmeade was always a treat for him. He tended to relax while at the village. At school he was something of a perfectionist. He was forever doing homework, or acting in his prefect duties. It was nice for him to get away from all that once in awhile.

Stepping into the village, Emile looked around. Honeydukes was stuffed full of students, so he didn't want to go there just yet. The Three Broomsticks was a similar story. He didn't play Quidditch, so there was no need to go there, and he wasn't into jokes, so he avoided Zonkos. Emile wasn't too deterred, however. It was nice to take a walk.

Starting up the path towards the Shrieking Shack, Emile slipped his hands in his pocket as he looked around. Nature was such a lovely place, he concluded. It was a favorite pasttime of his to take this walk. He wasn't afraid. Or at least.. he tried his best not to be. But he couldn't help but get the shivers when he stayed too long. He did enjoy the peacefulness of the area around the Shack. It was almost like a separate part of the town.

Who: The Marauders, or anyone else, I guess
Where: Hogsmeade
When: Saturday, the day of the Hogsmeade trip
What: Jamie's got to get some stuff

Jamie was thrilled that it was finally the day of the first Hogsmeade trip of the year. She loved going down to the village. It never got old for her, really. She practically skipped the whole way, losing her friends as she went. That was alright, they'd catch up. And besides, she had to do a few shopping errands before they could meet up at the Three Broomsticks.

Looking around nervously, Jamie slipped into Zonko's and began looking for just what she needed. It had to be perfect. She needed to execute this PERFECTLY. She just hoped she didn't run into Evans. She might spill everything, that way.

When she was done, Jamie was grinning from ear to ear. Perfect. It would be perfect. She slid out of the shop, looking like she'd just done something very wrong. Jamie stood in the center of the road, and looked around, wondering where she should go next.

Who: Selena, OPEN
Where: Library
When: Before Dinner
What: Currently neglecting a Charms essay in favor of Potions

Though her potions textbook had become a near permanent fixture on Selena’s gangly body, the young Slytherin had nonsensically left the archaic tome (formerly her mother’s copy) in her dormitory, beneath her bed. As a result, Selena was now scribbling the ingredients of a spur-of-the-moment concoction in the margin of her latest Charms essay.

Muttering to herself, the girl scratched out one of the constituents. No, that certainly wouldn’t do! But then, what would? Selena despised not being able to come up with the right solution at the exact moment she needed it. It made her feel inferior, unworthy. And now she, the Half-Blood Princess, would be second-guessing her own work. Sacrilegious!

Who: Sienna, Reese.
Where: Gryffindor Sixth Year Girl's Dormitories
When: Tuesday evening, after classes.
What: Sienna is messy. Reese cleans too much.

Sienna Black had just about had enough. Every day she came up to her room only to find her things re-arranged. Well, okay, maybe not re-arranged, as she hadn't ever really specifically placed them anywhere except the floor or on her trunk or on Reese's bed, but it was almost the same thing! They were put in different spots! Sienna knew who the culprit was, making the room look nice like that, and she almost laughed just thinking about it. It was always Reese who told her to put her things away. And though it really wasn't a big deal or anything like that, and most of the time Sienna was grateful that someone was making sure things looked nice, she definitely took whatever chance she got to harass Reese about being too orderly.

Which, upon reflection, happened more often than it should have.

As a result, Sienna climbed the spiral staircase after a long day of almost getting a detention from McGonagall and just barely escaping with a brilliant last-minute plan to pin the blame on a Slytherin (it works every time, and really, who else would desecrate the fifth dungeon used for Detention?), wondering if her heeled shoes were where she left them on the floor, out of order and dropped carelessly, and perhaps not fixed to be sitting in the same direction and neatly placed against her trunk. Though, she supposed she didn't really mind her things being cleaned for her, but it boggled her mind as to why it happened so often. Maybe Reese was just weird. Maybe, for her, it was a Mental Thing.

And that most likely meant that Reese had a lot of Mental Things.

Swinging open the door, Sienna looked around inside and to her slight dismay, nothing was changed. Her shoes were still lying on the floor in disarray, and it appeared that Reese wasn't even in the room. Sighing, she closed the door behind her, stopping it before it slammed shut and closing it with a snap, dropped her schoolbag on the floor by her bed, and flopped back onto the red four-poster that she now found so familliar and comforting. Maybe she could get some homework done. Or maybe once Reese did arrive, she could prester the other girl into doing it for her. It was just so tedious, and Sienna could always find something better to do, anyway. For example, she could stare up at her canopy for awhile. Or she could identify the patterns in the texture of her curtains, pulled back at the moment but she could easily draw them around. Or, she could make pointless lists in her head until someone came to entertain her.

Finally convincing herself that she would simply have to succumb to boredom and actually complete her assignments, Sienna sat up, slid off her bed and reached for her bag, pulling it towards her. Might as well get started, she thought, pulling out a quill. Someone had better show up soon, she thought, pulling out her Charms textbook and cracking it open, frowning slightly as she got to work.

Who: Kimmy Shacklebolt and Sienna Black
Where: The Lake
When: Today...ish?

Kimberly "Kimmy" Shacklebolt had spent another relaxing few hours along the edge of the lake. After a while of occasionally stepping into the cold water, she'd found a spot under one of the trees that looked comfortable enough and seated herself there. She hadn't brought a cloak with her, but luckily, had performed a drying spell on her feet and didn't anticipate becoming sick anytime soon. Flipping her hair behind her shoulders, she drew her legs up and wrapped her arms around them tightly. Granted, within a few moments the wind had whipped her hair back into her face. Pushing it behind her ears again, she glanced backwards when she heard someone walking nearby.

"Sienna," Kimmy greeted in a soft voice with a smile.

A note appears on the message board in all Common Rooms

The first Hogsmeade trip will be on Saturday, the 23rd of September. All third years, make sure you have your slips signed by your parent or guardian and in to the Head of your house.

Thank you.
Alba Dumbledore

Who: Augustus, Slytherins
Where: Slytherin Common Room
When: Late Afternoon / Early Evening
What: ...ever?

Augustus Rookwood lounged on one of the large, green couches in the Slytherin Common Room, stretched out with his head near the fire and his feet on the other end, taking up about as much space as his thin frame possibly could. There were a few other Slytherins milling around, but at present, Augustus was the only one reading, or trying to, and the rest had taken it upon themselves, though perhaps unknowingly, to make this difficult for him. After reading the same sentence in Olde and Forgotten Bewitchments and Charmes four times without actually absorbing whatever it said, Augustus finally conceded, dropping the book on his lap and leaning his head back against the arm of the couch with a sigh.

Who: Romy, Bellerophon
Where: Potions class
When: afternoon-ish
What: We'll soon find out XD

After securing her usual place in the back of the classroom, as far away from Slughorn's corpulent self as possible, Romy lethargically lifted her quill and began to copy the assignment that decorated the board at the front of the room. Knowing that her partner would Bellerophon, she was rather excited to start brewing the potion, even though the thought of work sounded quite unpleasant at the moment (or all moments).

She vaguely wondered why she'd bothered to take the class. It wasn't as if she enjoyed Potions. No, Romy much preferred Charms. However, her Potions grade remained decent (obviously, since she'd passed the OWL, and was now trying for the NEWT). As her father reminded her with annoying frequency, Romy would one day be glad that she continued the class through all seven years at Hogwarts.

Who: Adelaide and Whomever OPEN
Where: The Kitchens
When: Around Midnight
What: Whatever Comes Up

After being up in her dorm room all evening, preparing for the big test she had the next day, the kitchens were just the place Adelaide wanted to be. There was something that she found oddly comforting about the place that she just didn't seem to feel in the Slytherin Common Room. It was really late and Adelaide now sat on the dirty stone floor in front of the massive fireplace, waiting for a house elf to bring her oatmeal cookies. She hadn't wanted them when she came in, but the small elf practically forced the idea on her and rushed off to get them before she could object for the last time. Now, she was slightly in the mood for them and wished he would hurry up.

Turning to look back at the fire, she got caught up in the pattern of the dancing lights and changing shadows. It didn't take long before she was almost completely zoned out. The peace and quiet was so nice.

Who: Dorian & Liz
Where: Quidditch Pitch
When: After dinner
What: Talking, Liz being all socially akward, and practice...and whatever occurs...

( Ok, so she's freaking out, but only a LITTLE...ok maybe I lied... )

Who: Alec and Romy
Where: Slytherin Common Room
When: after classes
What: talk about muggle killings, Rabi, and Quidditch, among other things

Who: Alec and Amelia Carrows.
Where: The Lake.
When: Late afternoon, before dinner.
What: TBD.

The afternoon was unseasonally warm, the balmy wind marking the slow transition from languid summer into crisp autumn. There were few students out on the grounds despite the good weather, and Amelia found herself strangely thankful for it. She was sitting beside the Lake, legs stretched out and back leaning against an old willow tree; a half-written letter rested upon the Transfiguration textbook propped on her left leg, a quill and inkwell floating in the air beside her.

She heard footsteps crunching through the tall grass behind her, and Amelia half-turned, quirking an eyebrow as she saw who it was. "Finish that Herbology essay already?" she asked dryly, glancing up at her brother.

Who: Lucia Malfoy, [Open]
Where: The library.
What: FirstthreadeverandIsuckalotohwell.

- - -

Lucia wasn't exactly the biggest fan of studying, but when one couldn't find some easily convinced Ravenclaw eager to make a quick galleon to do your work for you, one had to resort to such things. Pursing her lips lightly, cold eyes scanned over the Library until she found a seat she wanted. Unfortunately, it was already occupied by a couple of Gryffindor fifth years.

She said, not asked, to have the table. It barely took much and they were moving, to a table as far from hers as possible. Pleased, Lucia smiled lightly to herself, sliding into the seat before she pulled her books, notebook and a spare copy of the Daily Prophet out of her bag, spreading them across the table's wooden surface.

Now, for the actual work part.

Who: Liam, Jamie.
What: The Big Date.
Where: Astronomy Tower.

Liam paced an anxious circle around the roof of the Astronomy Tower, double checking the preparations he had made for his and Jamie's date. They couldn't very well go to Hogsmeade, so he had decided on arranging a picnic of sorts. He had nicked the nicest pillows and blankets from the Gryffindor Common Room and from his roommates, setting them in the center of the floor and around a small table. A short trip to the kitchens had secured him dinner: some roast chicken, mashed potatoes, salad and dinner rolls. Liam had tried to figure out what Jamie's favorite food was, but every time he snuck a glance at the girl while she was eating, she was devoring any food within her reach without favoritism. At least he was fairly sure she would enjoy the cake the elves had forced onto him.

Pausing at the wall, he made another cursory glance, then flicked his wand at a pile of candles that he had gathered. They floated up into the air, and with another swish they were lit. The moon was about three-quarters full and together they lit the area pretty well. Now all he had to do was wait for Jamie to show up. He had changed out of his school clothes and put on some black pants and a button-down, dark green long sleeved shirt. He ran a hand through his hair idly as he waited.

Who: Kimmy Shacklebolt and Freya Longbottom
Where: The Library

Kimberly Shacklebolt entered the library with a small book in tow. Normally, she'd have several books but it wasn't quite far enough into the school year yet and she still had a small amount of books checked out from the library. Her gaze slid across the occupants in the library until she noticed Freya Longbottom, one of her friends from Gryffindor. Since the girl's back was turned to her, Kimmy snuck up behind her and holding her book between her legs, quickly grasped the girl's shoulders to see if she'd start from the sudden touch. An amused grin was on her lips.

((OPEN))

Romy spread a fluffy emerald towel (one which did not belong outside) across a patch of grass near the lake, and laid down in a relaxing position, pushing herself up lightly on her elbows so that she could study the lake. She wasn't normally the type to worry, finding that issues were usually resolved in her favor. However, she had much on her mind since her date with Bellerophon, and some of it made the spoiled Slytherin uneasy.

It was no secret that she adored the eldest Black son, but his insistence that they marry as soon as possible was nerve-wracking. She certainly wanted to be his wife one day, but while they were still students? Why was the boy so anxious?

And then there was the news of the latest Muggle killing... a killing which Romy had witnessed in person. She had even taken part in the torture. She was all for the extermination of the unworthy non-magic species and the wizarding blood which they tainted. But what if she and Bellerophon were caught? The article did suggest that the crime was at the hands of Hogwarts students. Anyone with a brain could narrow it down to the house of Salazar.

Sighing, the girl lifted her wand and sent violent sparks at the calm, inky surface of the lake.