v"Looks like it." She answered. Suddenly the entrance doors where thrown open. There stoodâE¦

âE¦a dementor. Afton gasped and took a defensive position. The dementor

seemed not to notice anything as it glided through the room. Then, suddenly

it turned and glided back out. Afton waited a few moments and then settled back down into her sleeping bag and fell fast asleep.

*Waking up time*

Quatre's eyes slowly opened up. Thinking of where he was he slightly shifted his weight to see. Bumping slightly against something he looked down. A caring smile grew on his gentle lips. Feira slept her life away cuddled around his middle. Sighing when he thought about what would happen if he moved or she woke up. As if out of no where, sadness and pain over took his

body. Clutching his heart and bracing against the pain he noticed that it was coming from someone very close to him. The intensity must have radiated the

whole place because Feira woke up with a start and looked at him. "Quatre?! Quatre? What's the matter?" she whispered harshly. "It hurts." He whispered hoarsely. "What?" she asked, wrapping her arms around him in a comforting motion. "Her pain, she's in so muchâE¦Fei, some one has died a horrible death." He cried on her. "Who Quatre? Who?" she asked. Worry came over her. "Someone who's becoming the Next." He whimpered. Feira thought it over for a moment and then gave up. "Listen Angel, it's going to be ok." She whispered, lying his head in her lap and stroking his hair. His sobs started to subside as he drifted between conscience and sub-conscience. "FeiâE¦?" Afton asked when she saw what Feira was doing. "What? You know I can show some emotions, I'm not THAT hateful towards men.

Besides, he was having another empathy feeling thingy." She said, stroking Quatre's soft cheek. "Well, I think it's kind of cute how you acted. Yes I do know you are not that hateful towards most people." Afton replied. Feira shook her head. "Yeah, I also felt bad for him." She mumbled. "Why?" Afton asked. Feira looked at her shocked. "Wouldn't you if you could feel other people's pain along with your own? I mean once in a while you just wish that you could kill your self, instead of dealing with all that pain." She sighed. Afton thought about it. "Well, maybe. Look on the bright side of it, he's been dealing with it for so long, maybe he's got it under control." Afton replied. Feira looked at the sleeping boy in her lap. Suddenly she started thinking about what Quatre had said. "Afton? What a Next?" Feira asked. Afton laughed a little and her friends easy to answer question. "It's simple," Afton giggled, "It's when someone is chosen to carry on a families beliefs and or duty. Fei, did you pay any attention to Professor Binns?" Feira gulped in air. "What? FEI? Dumbledore said you have to at least pay attention to one class

and pass it with a 96% or higher. You may be good at social studies in Muggle School, but you need to study magic tooâE¦especially with that temper of yours." Afton pointed out. Feira glared. "Hey! It's not my fault if I'm high strung. At least I don't blow things upâE¦anymore." She replied. Afton laughed at the last comments. "True Fei, true." She nodded. Feira blinked, then blinked again. "AftonâE¦" she whispered. "Yes?" Afton asked. "Are my glasses on?" Feira asked, Afton looked at her strangely. "YesâE¦why do you ask?" she answered. "UmmâE¦I can't see." Feira mumbled. Afton sighed. "Do you take your pills?" she asked, Feira raised her eyebrows and looked back down at Quatre. "Fei! You are so lazy sometimes." Afton scolded. "NO! I'm just don't think they work, if I'm going blind then fine, pills don't make it any better. The only reason I take them is so I don't worry everyone." She mumbled. Afton sighed, pulling out a small black box she handed it to Feira. "Let me guess, my pills." She murmured. "Yup, so hurry and take them already." Afton warned. Feira swallowed them with out water because there wasn't any. "Happy?" she asked. "Very." Afton nodded. Feira shook Quatre lightly to see if he could wake up, Quatre gazed up at her and smiled slightly. "Fei? Are you feeling ok?" he asked. Feira nearly smacked him. "I'm fine! Does it look like I am in pain?" she growled, he giggled. "NO, sometimes people cover it upâE¦" he said, dusting himself off. "You're not covering it up are you Quatre?" she asked, concern flooding her

thoughts and words. He blinked. "No, why do you ask?" he replied. Both Afton and Feira fell over back wards. Quatre sweatdroped. Suddenly Trowa poked his head out of his sleeping bag. "You guys?" he asked, Feira's hand suddenly popped up and grabbed Quatre by

the collar of his vest. Pulling him down to her level she spoke quietly. "Now scientist have proof that blond jokes are not false." She whispered. Quatre just smiled. "You're blond too." He said. She grinned. "So everyone thinks." She replied letting her grip on his collar go. "Aww, I though you two where gonna kiss." Afton complained. Feira and Quatre went crimson. Feira lunged at her friend, but Quatre caught her around the middle in mid-flight. "No killing people Fei. Afton I thought you had more decency than that." He

scolded. Afton just laughed. "Actually, we all were kind of hoping you would." Mumbled Hiro, who had just woken up when Trowa had. Quatre jumped a little when he heard Hiro. "Was all of Gryffindor watching?" Feira "calmly" asked. All the sudden you could hear Gryffindor heads hit their pillows and "snoring". Feira sighed and stood up. "Well I'm going outsideâE¦Anyone want to come you're welcome too." She said, turning her heel and walking off. Afton was still laughing over their conversation and Feira's now struggle to ovoid everyone who was still sleeping. It was funny, considering that she was hopping on one foot and basically using all her training as a gymnast, but still she managed to stumble over some poor souls. Trowa shook his head and followed, but lucky for him he wasn't that vertically challenged, stepping over people was easy. Feira stopped suddenly, waving her hands and arms to regain her balance. Afton caught her breath. Feira would have to walk across most of the seventh year Slytherin's. Trowa had stopped and decided to see what would happen. Feira by then had regained her balance. So, gingerly walking around the slumbering wolves she went. Almost to the end, disaster decided to strike. Feira tripped over her (well technically Niles) pants and fell on one of the sleeping serpents. "Fuck." She gasped, putting her arms in front of her. Use to hitting hard things, she felt quite padded when she hit. Unfortunately she knew that that wouldn't last long. Musing whether a leg or a fist would come first tried to get up. Suddenly the sleeping serpent woke, and gingerly pushed her off. "Now what is a Gryffindor doing on the Slytherin side?" he asked, she gulped in air. "Well?" he asked, cocking his head to the side. "Trying to get out side." She replied, getting up. The boy also did. "Well, you should be more careful, good thing you didn't land on anyone else, or hell would have broke loose." he said. Feira just glared. "I was watching where I was going." She muttered. He chuckled. "Oh you think that's funny? Well just because you're 6 foot and you can walk over people easier doesn't give you the right to make fun of other people. That could be considered racist." And with that she stormed off. The gentleman (HA!!!! âE¦.shut up, sorry) just stared after her. Trowa walked by and mumbled sorry to him.