A/N: ERH MERH GERD CHERPTER THREE! Third time is the charm right? Have oodles of fun reading this because I can assure you that I did writing it :)!

DISCLAIMER: Shocking as it may be, I still don't own Harry Potter :(

(Updated Version: 7/13/2018)


-Sawyer-

How the holy hippogriff am I supposed to find Rose Weasley in all this mess, I kind of figured her deep red hair would make her stand out amongst the masses. I was wrong, it's like a ginger convention is happening here. On the shore there are red heads dotted consistently throughout the crowd of people welcoming us, I had to contain my laughter when they all jumped at Nicodemus raising his head. I'd grown used to his behavior over the past two days of traveling with him. As long as he didn't decide that we would make a tasty little magical snack, we were on good terms. How Milton convinced an infant aspidochelone to be our transportation, I will never know and I'm not certain that I want to. Especially since Nicodemus is only a "baby", and at half the size of a football field I'm a bit terrified how big the mama is.

We've arrived, the extendable tents have been properly stowed, and now we just have to exit the turtle. How exactly are we planning on getting to shore? I'm not really down for swimming, especially in that murky water. Not that it wouldn't make a fabulous great first impression; I call it chic de drowned rat. Just as I'm thinking this Headmistress Milton summons drift wood onto Nicodemus and transfigures them into row boats to get us to shore, now I get it. Shuffling forward with the rest of the group to get into the boats, each of them seats five to six people.

Ah there's my favorite genteel giant "Sawyer over here." Sebastian waves me over to the boat furthest away that he's sharing with Jason and Michael, both fellow Solartians. There should be two seats left but with their huge bodies, it's dwindled down to one. I stroll over there glad to meet the Hogwarts students in familiar company, and I can always duck behind Sebastian's hulking figure if need be. At ten feet from the boat, a tall curvy figure gracefully slides into the remaining seat tossing her chestnut tresses over her shoulder in a dismissive manner. Think happy thoughts Sawyer, happy thoughts, slaughtering her will not invoke a warm welcoming. The crazy viper is so temperamental I'm never completely sure which way to handle her, sometimes it's better to ignore her others to stand your ground. Opting for the former I don't even acknowledge the act and stride to the boat right next to it with an empty seat like that was my intention all long.

Giving Alexandria the satisfaction of reacting to her petty antics isn't on my to-do list. From my seat I can see Sebastian give me a pained expression, I just shrug at him. At least I don't have to deal with her, poor Sebastian though. This is where his whole 'nice-to-everyone' demeanor becomes a flaw; Alexandria has been pursuing him since 5th year with no success. And yet she won't give up with the incessant giggles and constantly having a reason to touch him. I personally find it hilarious. Of course she does this because he's hot in his all American boy way but also because she thinks it makes me jealous. Ha! I snort just thinking about Sebastian and I being "romantically" involved. Yeah, we're together quite often, and it's not abnormal to see us with arms linked or his arm over my shoulder and mine on his waist. But we are strictly platonic; I'm still convinced that he might have cooties. In fact, it would be practically incestuous to be with him, we've always been like brother and sister. I think I can survive three-minute ride to shore without him.

My boat's group isn't too bad just quiet, Darren Walker is with me, the quietest Solartian you will meet, he's our residential monk or at least that's what we call him. Fey and Lacey are the more tolerable Tituba, not constantly leached to Alexandria's side waiting for her approval. And filling up the last space is Julian Saunders. The only thing I want to do is use my blonde hair as curtain between us, avoiding eye contact. But instead offer him a courteous smile, he's in Warren and the only guy I've ever kissed.

Last year we were Advanced-Potions partners, so of course we spent a lot of time together. One day during a field work assignment, we were out scouring the island for woodworm and peppermint both ingredients for the Elixir to Induce Euphoria. Julian is very sweet, smart, funny and cute. I'd developed a crush on him throughout the year, admiring his sandy curls and soft brown eyes that always lit up when he thought of something particularly smart. And well we were out in the woods by ourselves. We reached for the same sprig of peppermint at the same time. The sun was dancing through the leaves lighting the small glen we were in, and he looked like an elf prince. My poor deranged mind from all the muggle teeny bopper movies thought it was a "moment". It was dreadful. I fell forward as I went to kiss him smacking our faces literally together, gave him a bloody nose. We've been uncomfortable around each other ever since.

Feeling that I've done my social duty, I pull out the slip of paper with my host's information one last time as the boats are bumping up onto the lake. It still says the same thing as it did an hour ago when we were given them:

Rose Weasley, Gryffindor, 7th year.

With all the hustle and bustle of preparing to leave Nicodemus I hadn't gotten the chance to really observe it. Not that it makes a difference; I doubt I'm ever going to find Rose here in this flock. But the tiny image of her did show that she had on a gold and burgundy tie that must be Gryffindor's colors. Unlike us each individual house has its own colors along with a mascot, insignia, and founder. At Essex we all wear the school's color of a deep plum, much to the guys dislike, and can be identified by the house crest, on either our shirts, cardigan, or jacket. Depending on what you're wearing, and we have the permanent tattoos that also help with any house confusion. I think my best bet is to just wait until we're inside for the Welcoming Feast and follow the mass of people wearing burgundy and gold. Yeah that should work.

Once the boats are on the shore we disembark leaving our luggage and pets in the boats, according to Headmistress Milton it will be put into our rooms for us. I don't really like the idea of leaving Narwhal behind. I just got him and would rather keep him with me, but I guess they have their own area for owls. What if he doesn't like it there, what if he can't make owl friends, what if they pick on him. This is why you should never let yourself be consumed by your thoughts.

I've already been left behind as my classmate's blend into the rest of the group to wait for Durmstrang's arrival. Looking around for anything familiar I see Sebastian and Michael standing with a group of unfamiliar guys, of course he would find his host right off the bat. Behind him I can make out two figures, one with dark hair the other with insanely light almost white. He's already amicably chatting with them like they're long lost brothers. He must sense that I'm looking at him because he glances in my direction and jerks his head at me to come over. His sudden stop in conversation has his peers staring in my direction, the abrupt scrutiny setting my cheeks ablaze to what most likely is an unattractive reddish color. Minutely shaking my head no, I don't even wait to see his concerned frown. I fall back into the edges of the crowd to ease the random bought of panic. Nature the perfect distraction.

From what I can see in the fading light, their grounds are gorgeous and made even more enchanting by the rapidly setting sun. The castle seems to be set in a low valley surrounded by daunting mountains that are further encrusted with thick green foliage that is similar to what we have at home and yet somehow not. It's a lot more green here than at Essex, not as much fiery orange and reds from the changing leaves. Probably because it's mostly evergreens this high up in elevation. I'll have to remember to ask someone about the flora here to get more specifics. It's kind of a hobby/bad habit of mine, whenever I get nervous I resort to categorizing the vegetation that I recognize and comparing to what I know. The Black Lake was quite a spectacle to see though. If I wasn't so sleep deprived, I would have been more worried about what I thought was a twenty-foot tentacle drifting just beneath the surface, but I've learned to distrust my imagination.

Gazing across The Black Lake's glimmering opaque surface the sun dropping down upon it as if it was being consumed by its dark depths. Quite a morbid thought actually, what is wrong with my mind? Next thing you know I'll start writing dreary poetry and muttering about how misunderstood I am. I shake my head at my internal rambling; at least my nonsense is directed inward. It's only been a few minutes when something blips on the surface of the lake and comes raising up, I hope I'm not daydreaming about random aquatic creatures again. If that's the case I can only wish my subconscious is taking requests and will procure a sexy merman for me. The Disney kind, not the actual scaly I'm going to drown you and eat your soul kind. That is certainly not a merman, unless they recently adapted to looking like a huge galleon ship.

Where just a few moments ago Nicodemus was, is now Durmstrang's preferred form of transportation. It somehow possesses the same magic as the aspidochelone, that it can transport itself from one large body of water to the next despite the barriers that should prevent it from doing so. The ship proudly boasts the colors and flag of the institute, an elegant combination of blood red, emerald green and a deep bronze. The flag sporting an archaic depiction of a double headed eagle, they aren't one for humility. Then again we did arrive on a gigantic sea turtle with an island on his shell, so who am I to judge for showy displays.

Everyone seems to be collectively holding their breath for something to happen next, and we're not disappointed. A thunderous clatter sounds through the area when the gangway is dropped to the shore to allow the students and Headmaster off. Thirteen figures come marching down the gangway in perfect synchronization; it would be an impressive demonstration if it weren't for their fur hats and cloaks. It is only in the mid-forties, not exactly arctic temperatures their formal uniforms are kind of an over kill. There is a brief exchange between the three heads of schools, the Durmstrang students stand at attention in organized lines of 3x4 unlike the rest of us who are mingling about. Aside from their stance I can't make out much of them except that they are swathed in a deep blood red with their unfortunate accessories, and that the guys outnumber the girls. With pleasantries properly carried out everyone begins the trot to the castle.

Drifting to the edge of the procession I try to find someone I know so that I don't spend the walk in silence like some socially inept person, I have social skills…ish. But in the mass of all the people I've lost sight of Sebastian and the others. Silence is better than the torment of Alexandria, or the strange tension with Julian. Besides without a distraction I can simply zone out and admire more of the grounds.

It seems strange to not be confined by water, while the island is fairly large at five miles in circumference you still can't go very far until you reach its edges. In its own way Hogwarts has a similar feeling but with trees rather. You're either presented with the Black Lake or a sea of trees. The air is fresher here smelling of pines and the crisp scent of snow lingering from the mountain tops. And the grounds are so extensive it's almost overwhelming, the castle itself could do that but then there are all these other structures like the green houses or other miscellaneous buildings all outfitted with a labyrinth of courtyards. We're being led into yet another one when I hear someone clearing their throat beside me. Please don't be a hot guy, please don't be a hot guy.

"Hello Sawyer." I throw a wide grin at her, secretly glad that my mantra worked. Don't get me wrong I'm very appreciative of aesthetically pleasing males; I just struggle with making coherent sentences around them.

"Oh, hey Jocelyn." This I can handle. Jocelyn Arrow is a reserved girl in Warren that is genuinely nice. She's one of those tall willowy people that exude natural grace, her long ebony hair, porcelain skin, and dewy sapphire eyes just add to her mournful ballerina appearance. Beyond her nice factor and that she's intelligent, I can't honestly say I know much else about her, despite that we've been at school together for six years. She just usually keeps to herself and when she's not doing that she's with other Warrens.

"Who were matched up with?"

"Erica Longbottom" She responds demurely. "A Gryffindor, 7th year."

"Yes! That means I'll know someone in the dorm, my babysitter is Gryffindor also." Her eyes widen just the slightest at my brashness, but she quickly composes herself with a question. My talking sensor sometimes runs out of batteries.

"Which one?"

"Rose Weasley, 7th year" Without realizing it we have already been ushered into the receiving chambers of the castle. This must be the entrance hall; it's huge and easily would fit a horde of elephants in it if the occasion ever arose. The stone walls are warmly lit with torches aflame and the ceiling is impossibly high. Every few feet or so there are gleaming suits of armor in between the archways. Straight ahead of us is an impressive marble staircase that leads to what I assume is the higher levels. However, we are veering to the left to another set of large double oak doors.

"Sawyer you know who that is don't you?!" I'm not so sure I've ever seen her look so animated.

"The name seems a bit familiar, I just can't place it." Now I'm concerned, I don't have some crazy person who's the child of someone in Azkaban, do I? That would be just marvelous, the Misfit and Muggleborn. We sound like someone's idea of a comic book duo. Jocelyn opens her mouth to respond but is somehow scurried away from me as everyone funnels into the next room. There goes my comfort that I'll be near someone I know.

Well this is different. We've entered into what can only be the fabled Great Hall; there are four insanely long tables with benches on either side of them. At the very front is another table running horizontally unlike the other vertically positioned tables. As fascinating as tables are, what's incredible is the ceiling; it's enchanted to emulate the evening sky. I have to force myself to only briefly glance at it and instead follow the sea of burgundy and gold students to the middle table favoring the left side of the hall. Stalk the Gryffindors, check. Find the Gryffindor table, check. Sit with aforementioned Gryffindors, errmm. Okay do or die Sawyer, time to man up. Finding an empty spot in the midst of people who look like they're at least 6th years if not 7th years I figure that is my best lead to find this Rose person. I take a deep breath and stride as calmly as possible over there and plop right down, Confidence is key, or so they say.

"Sawyer Grayson?" I hear a feminine voice ask politely, it sounds weird with the lilt but still recognizable, my body instinctually reacts upon hearing my name and I look up to find the person the voice came from. Smack dab in front of me across the table is no other but Rose Weasley, now I don't have to ask people which one she is. Not to sound creepy or anything but the picture doesn't do her justice. She has gorgeous dark red locks that hang past her waist in a tangle of curls, a sweet heart face dusted with freckles, small mouth, pert nose and stunning amber eyes fringed by dark long lashes. Nope I don't feel intimidated at all, especially when I notice the badge on her cloak indicating that she's their Head Girl. I should probably respond in some form, so she doesn't think I'm deaf.

Crap. Cecilia was the naturally charismatic one, Emmaline was the flirtatious one, and I was the awkward turtle incarnate that would shuffle behind the two of them. This is precisely why I don't like meeting new people; I don't do well with small talk. During first impressions that tends to make you look like a stuck up word that rhymes with snitch. What would Sissy do?

"Hi there, I'm Sawyer Grayson" Sweet Merlin, I'm so lame, she obviously already knew that. To cover up my spoken blunder I thrust my hand out to her in greeting. Underestimating the distance to her glass of pumpkin juice, it tumbles over teetering dangerously to the left and drops of liquid are already slipping out of it. My fingers twitch and the glass magically rights itself with the droplets receding back into it, as if it was a scene in a muggle movie and someone pressed rewind. Just awesome. I might have well said 'Hi I'm Sawyer, Essex's freak muggleborn pet with random wandless magic that they let wander around even though she should be restrained with a leash but I promise I don't have fleas. Her face quirks up like she isn't sure what to do about me, well that makes two of us.

"Rose" She replies cautiously, taking my hand and shaking it briefly. Yippee we're off to a great start; I can just tell she is dying to become besties! This whole cordial politeness thing is unnerving, and we just kind of stare at each other. Carefully reaching for my pumpkin juice, I take a sip giving me a second to think. The only way this going to work is if I'm myself, this could get interesting.

"I'll just be honest with you, so we can fast forward through the next two minutes of tense silence as one of us comes up with something to say the other. I'm not the best person with small talk and first impressions because I am so socially awkward that it's practically a disease. But I promise once you get to know me I'm quite an awesome person. Okay, maybe not awesome, but at least tolerable." Verbal vomit happened right on cue; I put on my friendliest smile and pray that it doesn't look like a grimace.

-Rose-

I can't help for the peal of laughter that escapes me at her second attempt of an introduction. "I'm sorry; I just haven't been around anyone that is so blunt." I tell her quickly so that she doesn't get offended. "It's quite refreshing." Dabbing at my eyes from the tears that leaked out at my laughter, this year will certainly be entertaining.

The fake smile slides off her features only to be replaced with another that actually reaches her hazel eyes. "What can I say, I aim to please." She sarcastically retorts in a playful manner, good she isn't a door mat to be walked over. Her words sound a bit wonky to my ears though in her American accent coming out faster and flatter in the vowels, odd. She isn't what I anticipated thank Merlin, more awkward but certainly less obnoxious, I figured the first words out of her mouth would be about my heritage. Maybe she's waiting to bombard me later?

I'd been searching for her ever since they arrived, and I thought I had caught sight of her in the boats but she disappeared into the crowd. I was at a disadvantage that they didn't have separate house colours; everyone wore a deep shade of purple. The girls wore black satin skirts that came a few inches above the knee with a white blouse and oversized black bow tie paired with low black heels and a blazer the plum shade of their school. While the guys were given black trousers, blazer, white oxford, a purple and silver tie with matching cufflinks. I'd thought I would have to go from Essex student to student to figure out which one she was. Then to my surprise she sits down right in front of me, with Lysander Scamander to her left and Isabelle Thomas to her right. From her reaction it isn't that difficult to guess that she had no idea that it was me until I said her name, chiefly since she was looking down. The incident with the pumpkin juice is baffling, but I'm stowing that particular enigma away until I have the time to mull it over. I have a response in mind to her sarcasm when I hear a tinkling of glass directing our attention to the front.

"Welcome all to Hogwarts, we are gratified to be hosting the Triwizard Tournament and there is much to look forward to." Headmistress McGonagall begins after enhancing her voice with the Sonorous charm. "Before we begin the feast there a few matters to be addressed and people to be introduced. As you all should know each leader of the school is to be a judge. Highmaster Laneskvi of the Durmstrang Institute" At his introduction a tall older looking man with black hair slicked off his face with thick eyebrows, intricate goatee, and incredibly long nose having an altogether high-to-do appearance. The students noised their approval especially the Durmstrang ones. "And Headmistress Milton from the Essex Institute for the Magically Gifted." Her students respond exuberantly as the wizened lady rose to her feet, kindly waving to everyone. She's almost nondescriptive physically, not tall or short, wide or thin with long black hair streaked with silver. It's the way she carries herself that makes her stand out. In an eccentric fashion almost childlike, as if she knows a thrilling secret and hasn't decided to share it or not. Once the whistling and clapping has settled down McGonagall moves on. "Along with two other officials." Gesturing down to the end of the table at two figures I hadn't noticed "Firstly the Head of Department of Magical Games and Sports, Lee Jordan. A gracious thanks to him for organizing the festivities" The greeting isn't as warm as the other two but still passable as a fellow with a dark complexion and dreadlocks elegantly tied back stood up amiably acknowledging the students. "Further more welcome the Head of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement." Next to Mr. Jordan is another woman of similar age with curly brown hair pulled back into a professional bun extenuating her familiar delicate features. "Hermione Weasley". If the applause for Lee Jordan was anything was to judge by it was practically chirping crickets compared to the thunderous applause that happened for Mum. After finding out about the Triwizard Tournament I assumed that Mum would be involved, her position has always been present for these events. If it weren't for her dedication for protocol and perfection I would have been more upset that she hadn't told her children earlier about it. Everyone is enthusiastically clapping recognizing her as one of the "Golden Trio" that defeated the Dark Lord all those years ago. Except for Sawyer, she politely claps along with everyone else, but it is no different than when she praised Jordan or Laneskvi. Huh?

"Yes, yes quiet please." McGonagall reigns in the excitement. "After tonight's feast the Goblet of Fire will be opened to allow submissions for potential champions. The age restrictions will be strictly enforced, and no one under age is to attempt it. You have been warned." Her hawk like eyes dart across the hall, anticipating any mutinous outbursts. Satisfied she continues on "It will remain open until tomorrow evening at the Hallowe'en feast. Consider carefully before applying, this tournament is sealed with a magical binding contract and there will be no withdrawing after being selected. With that being said, enjoy" At just a flourish of her hands, platters and dishes appear laden with food accompanying the glasses and pitchers that had been filled with beverages.

"There you are!" Glancing past Lysander to his fit guest who is animatedly gesturing towards Sawyer. "I thought you had wandered off to find some mythological horned fungus and gotten lost." The mocking taunt comes from him easily as he gives her a large smile flashing two dimples. Switching my gaze back to her I notice her tense posture relax at seeing someone familiar, I'm going to have to guess they're on friendly terms. Lysander turns to see Sawyer at his side and I notice him taking in her figure appreciatively, he's such a tosser sometimes. She's a few inches shorter than me and more endowed in the feminine aspects, which is probably what is drawing his attention. With large deep green eyes and a round face, she comes across looking rather young and innocent. But her wavy blonde hair that resembles a light shade of honey flows past her shoulders and full pink lips compliment her more womanly aspects. I'm not too surprised he's ogling her.

"I appreciate your concern, I can tell you were consumed with worry by the way you're inhaling your food." She says pointedly looking down at his already full plate.

"What can I say; I'm a growing young boy." Sawyer snorts at this without replying instead looking back at the food before her. Following her lead, I begin piling my plate with my favorites.

"I'm Lysander, Sebastian's host." She doesn't make the same mistake twice of offering her hand and instead nods politely.

"Nice to meet you."

"Likewise, I'm surprised he didn't introduce me to his girlfriend sooner." Lysander thinks he's so clever I try not to laugh watching his antics. He's a great friend and I love Aunt Luna and her family, but he's the biggest flirt I know. Second only to cousin James. But his comment was poorly timed as she begins to choke on her pumpkin juice.

Recovering quickly, she wipes her mouth with a napkin "I'd like to meet her too; it's the first I've heard about it." Deviously looking past Lysander to her friend, "Did you finally trick a girl into putting up with you; Lysander seems to think you have a girlfriend." She says this good humoredly while comically waggling her eyebrows. "Or did you finally accept Alexandria's advances?"

"No I'm still waiting for the love potion to finish brewing." He answers nonchalantly without missing a beat. I've decided I like them and their easy banter. The crest on their blazers indicated that they are both Solartia although I already knew Sawyer was.

We all laugh along with this and introductions commence in our general area, Isabelle, Erica who next to her is another of the Essex students who will be staying in our dorm, a quiet girl who seems nice enough if not a bit aloof. Gryffindor seems to be hosting majority of the Solartia students and I mention this to Sawyer.

"Sebastian where is Michael, I thought I saw you together when we first got off the boats." She inquires puzzled about something.

"Yeah he's paired with someone in Slytherin," jerking his thumb gesturing to their table. "I was just helping him be introduced and trying to discover out where this guy was. Seemed liked the smarter way to find him rather than searching around for him like a magical Waldo." At this her cheeks take on a rosy tone at her method of finding me or the lack of one.

I follow their gaze to a gangly boy with light brown hair, towering between Albus and Scorpius. That must be the Michael they're referring to.

"The dark haired one is his host, Albus." He says pointing him out to her, shrugging his massive shoulders. "Seemed like a good guy to me."

"Oh Merlin, I hope he doesn't cause too much trouble." She groans wearily.

"That's not likely being paired with Al." I reply to her trying to lighten the blow with a smile. "Scorpius might be able to tame one mischief maker but two, I doubt even his skills." Sawyer pales at this notion. As if they can tell we're talking about them, all three turn around to meet our gazes. At this Sebastian offers the typical guy nod while Sawyer waves shyly at them. They both smirk at her and Albus gives a slow wink. She quickly turns back around red colouring her previously pale face.

"Awesome." She squeaks out, pushing her empty plate away from her. "Okay now I'm wiped and have a food baby." Snickering when she pushes out her stomach and pretends to rub it fondly. Right on cue we hear another tinkling of glass.

"I trust that you have had a pleasurable evening but it is now time to conclude this night. For our visiting students you will find your belongings in your host's dorm as well as your sleeping arrangement. Good evening and good night." Without further a due McGonagall waves her hands dismissing the empty plates and dishes to the kitchens bellow for the house elves to take care of.

"Sebastian." Sawyer starts out solemnly "On a scale of one to ten, how likely are you to carry me to the Gryffindor dorm." She implores keenly, batting her eyelashes at him.

"Hmmm" He strokes his chin as if he's actually considering it. "A strong two." If he knew how many flights up the Gryffindor tower is his answer would have been in the negatives.

"You can be so unreasonable." She fake pouts jutting out her lower lip in a sulky manner.

"Alright you bunch of ninnies, off we go." I say before Lysander can offer to carry her instead, not that he actually would, but he wouldn't pass up the opportunity to be a tease. Standing up I catch my Mum's eye and she smiles at me and waves heading in our direction. Great here goes the normalcy that had been happening; I knew it was too good to last. They probably weren't sure which Weasley descendent that I was, there are a lot of the clan.

"Rose, I've missed you so, Dad sends his love" she rushes out wrapping me up in her embrace.

"I've missed you too Mum, tell Dad I return the sentiment." I cheekily grin at my overly formal admission.

"Aren't you going to introduce me to your new friends," she chides lovingly, of course she already knows everyone else.

Holding in my groan I turn back around and gesture to a now standing Sawyer and Sebastian. "This is Sawyer Grayson, I'm her host." She smiles prettily and offers her hand as they exchange pleasantries, but she doesn't seem to act any differently than she had a few moments at meeting the famous Hermione Weasley (nee Granger). "And this is Sebastian Quinn, he's Lysander's guest and also from Essex"

"It's an honor to meet you Mrs. Weasley." His reaction is more of what I expected, his eyes widen but he hastily controls his reaction.

"Thank you, it's lovely to meet you as well." If I know Mum she's already picking out her grandchildren's names, she likes to play matchmaker. After greeting my other friends and hugging Lysander and Erica she dashes off to see Hugo at the Ravenclaw table. Well it might have been worse. Heading off to the Gryffindor tower we began the long track up the stairs in the great hall. As we do so I tell them about the odds and ends, our quarters are on the seventh floor, watch out for the stairs they move, this classroom is here, that office is there etc.

"I am going to have fantastic calf muscles after a year of climbing these monsters every day." Poor girl, I hope their uniforms don't always require high heels. I go a few more steps when I notice Sawyer is no longer at my side but a few steps down bending over. "Ah that's much better" She sighs out as she stands back up with her shoes in her hands rather than on her feet. Resuming the climb like it was nothing.

"Sawyer you are such a hick!" Sebastian groans at her. "We just got here and you're already barefoot, couldn't you at least wait a week before declaring how uncivilized you are." They really do rib at each other like siblings, I can't believe Lysander ever thought they were dating.

"I'll have you know I'm wearing hose, and they cover my feet." She retorts sticking her tongue out. Sebastian scoffs at this rolling his eyes "Oh bite me."

"That's your area, not mine." He taunts at her teasingly. "Fair warning to everyone else," including the rest of the group. "Sawyer takes the Solartia mascot a little too seriously and has the tendency of biting her friends." She sputters trying to the think of something in defense but folds her arms saucily in silence her cheeks blushing again. That seems to happen to her a lot.

"Some might be inclined to bite back." Lysander quips with a smirk. She misses the comment, but Sebastian doesn't, and I see him threateningly glare at the response. Lysander raises his hands up in an innocent gesture laughing at him. "I'm just joshing mate, don't get your knickers in a twist."

Before he can respond though we reach the 7th floor, I turn around to address them "This is the Fat Lady, she guards the entrance to the Gryffindor common room. We always have a password but it will change every so often but you'll always be informed of it." They both nod in understanding. "The password is currently 'discombobulate' try not to forget it because you'll be locked out until someone who does know it comes by." When I turn around the portrait has already swung open revealing the passage.

We've all ducked through the entry and are congregating in the common room, letting the guests adjust to it. Sawyer blows her blonde bangs out of her face "Home sweet home."


A/N So what did you think? Feel free to harass me with reviews, or follow the story, or favorite it which ever suits your fancy. Toodles!