Cyra followed Tonks to Zonko's, making a mental note to be extra careful of any soap or...well anything else for a while, lest she falls victim to the Hufflepuff's pranks. Rowan had gone off to get a new quill and some stationary and while Cyra normally would have gone with them, shealsodidn't want to spend all day inside a pen shop.

"So whereisPenny? She said she would walk with us?" Cyra asked, earning a shrug from the pink-haired prankster.

"No idea? She said something about us needing to bond or something. I don't understand. We get on just fine?"

Tonks responded, before very nearly falling as her boot caught a loose cobblestone, only to be steadied by the other girl.

"Try to refrain from killing yourself today, please. I'm no potion master like Penny nor am I a healer like Chiara." Cyra quipped, earning a look.

"Ha-ha, very funny. I am not that bad!" Tonks retorted, making an effort to look offended though she relented a moment later, chuckling.

"Okay I am that clumsy but come on. Anyone could have tripped over that!"

"Onlyyoudid that, you can't seem to see where your big feet are landing." Cyra retorted, earning a look though the pink-haired girl just snickered.

"That the best you can come up with? Are yousureyou're Slytherin?"

Cyra smirked as she pocketed a bunch of small, wet start fireworks that she had just purchased.

She had theperfectidea for what to do with them that involved some of her dorm mates (and Liz, if there was one more Doxy brought into their dorm).

"Let me guess, Merula giving you a hard time?". Tonks guessed, smirking as she watched the exchange.

"Hey, if I can manage to scare her withoutactuallystooping to her level, I will. If her ego inflated any more she's going to float away." Cyra retorted "Shecanbe okaybutmost of the time she's like a Pixie. Prideful and constantly buzzing about something."

"Can be okay? Is she different than her normal super-elite bullocks outside of the public eye or something?" Tonks asked, eyes narrowing slightly in thought.

"Rarely." Cyra answered, not feeling like lying to Tonks "I mean, she's pretty bad but she's notthatbad. She is almost nice sometimes."

"Too bad that almost nice don't come out any other time. Do you even know how hard it is sometimesnotto hex that fancy broom of hers?"

"Trust me, Iknow.But please don't she would be in a permanently horrid mood then and probably take it out on me. Although sheisplanning on trying out for the frog choir if you want to stuff a dung bomb in the room as she walks in."

"Oh come on! You need to get your mind off of everything and Flitwick likes you!" Penny said that evening at dinner.

"Yes, and Ihatebeing in the middle of a crowd. Just because Icansing doesn't mean that Iwantto do it in front of anyone." Cyra retorted around a mouthful of shepherds pie.

"Oh come on! You play quidditch! That is in front of everyone!"

Cyra sighed and glanced up at her friends, half who was looking at her like they didn't know what to expect.

"Yeahin the airand notsinging." She retorted.

"You? Sing? Please tell me that you aren't seriously going to try out for the choir? You probably sound like a choking Abraxan."

Cyra rolled her eyes at the jab before sighing and glancing back at Merula.

"Go lick a streeler, Snyde. At least that might shut your mouth for a while." She retorted, earning barely choked back sounds of amusement from her friends.

"Really Mature, Moores."

As soon as they were left alone, Cyra turned to Penny with a grimace.

"Fine, tell this Tulip chick I'll do it. Just to shut Merula. I don't want to but if it will wipe that bloody smirk off of her face."