Here is the seventh chapter! I have no clue if it's short or long, since I don't have word count on my comp. But I know it's good enough for a chapter. So read it and tell me if you like it. I'm basically just getting started with the whole situation at school. I'm gonna be putting stuff other than school, just so you know. KK, anyways, read and review. Hope you like!

"And spirits of the dead can be very depressing, since they're dead. They almost killed me. They don't mean to be that way, but...they hurt me. Not physically. They hurt me inside. They hurt my soul, I should say. Having that many spirits around me at the same time was crushing me."

"Are you saying you can't be near any ghosts?" Madam Pomfrey asked.

"No. I can be near them," Quatre assured her. "I have the ability to block them out somewhat. But in the great hall, there was just too many for me to handle alone."

"Alone?"

"If Trowa or one of the others is near me, I can handle things better than usual," Quatre said. "We have an inner connection."

"So as long as you have someone you share a connection with near you, you can survive the meals unscathed," Dumbledore said, and Quatre nodded. "Very good, then. I do believe you five have to get to classes now."

"But...?" Madam Pomfrey began to protest, obviously wanting to know more. Dumbledore simply held a hand up to silence her.

"I'm sure there is someone from your houses who wll gladly volunteer to show you around the school and to your classes," Dumbledore waved the boys off. They left the medical wing, each as healthy as ever, and Dumbledore and Madam Pomfrey talked in private.

"See you later, guys," Duo said, giving Heero a quick kiss on the cheek and waving to the others as he began to walk away, calling over his shoulder. "I got to go find Draco."

"Draco Malfoy?" Heero said in concern.

Duo stopped his proceedings to turn around for a moment. "That's the guy. He seems really annoying and conceited at first, but I think I can clear that little problem up soon. Whenever negative emotions are in play, there's a deeper reason why." And he whirled around and ran off, braid flying wildly behind him.

Once Duo was gone, Wufei paused and let out a small sigh. "Well, I'm off to try and find a mature ravenclaw. I think I was bombarded with all the younger year students this morning." He shuddered and left.

"I have to go back to the great hall," Quatre stated. "I'm sure Dillan will have waited there for me."

"I'll come with you," Trowa offered, but Quatre held up a hand.

"I don't want to go through this again, Trowa," Quatre sighed. "You don't have to follow me around everywhere after an episode. I'm an ex-gundam pilot. I'm stronger than you think. You don't have to baby me."

Trowa rolled his eyes, a very big expression for him, and replied. "I will stop babying you, Quatre R. Winner, when you stop assuming that very thing. The only people Heero and I could think of to give us the tour are in the great hall, so we have to go there. And if you ask, I'm quite happy to simply leave you wherever I find you. I'm very good at ignoring people...and please don't talk to me as though I'm a child myself. Heero blinked and stepped back, not wanting to get inbetween the very wierd arguments these two had. They were never long or big or dangerous, only completely confusing and odd. When Trowa began speaking in long sentences, it meant he was annoyed enough with Quatre to speak.

What Trowa said seemed to slightly abash Quatre, since he began to blush a shade of pink. "I'm sorry for assuming the wrong thing," he said, then his eyes angered somewhat and he frowned at Trowa. "But I never said I wanted you to ignore me. I never want you to leave me. Why would you even say that?" He declared defiantly.

"Very well, then, I won't," Trowa replied, his arms crossed. Quatre glared at Trowa for a bout a split second more, but it was hard to glare at someone who wasn't affected.

Quatre suddenly smiled. "I'm sorry Trowa. I didn't mean at all to snap. I'm sorry for starting this."

Trowa returned Quatre's smile wholeheartedly, a sight which was entrancing to even Heero, and then the emerald eyed boy practically tackled Quatre. He lifted the flailing Quatre into the threw him over his shoulder, where Quatre wriggled to get free, then began laughing helplessly as Trowa began to head for the great hall, Heero following silently behind. The stoic, messy haired pilot never understood how these two's relationship worked. It was so much different than his and Duo's.

They reached the great hall in a few minutes. It was already half empty and still emptying as people finished their breakfast. Trowa set off for the hufflepuff table to deposit Quatre there while Heero went to find one of those three students that had met earlier. Students stared even harder than when Quatre had collapsed at Trowa carrying Quatre like he was a sack down the hufflepuff aisle. He stopped near Quatre's previous seat and locked his one visible eye onto the boy there.

"Are you Dillan?" he asked. The boy nodded, a bit too stunned to speak, and Trowa unceremoniously dropped Quatre on his lap and began to walk back to his own seat. Quatre sat up and glared at Trowa in annoyed mirth.

"You wait, Trowa Barton," he called. "I'll be getting you back for this!"

"I hold it in high anticipation," Trowa replied. He rejoined Heero, who had located the gryffindor trio from earlier.

"Hullo, 'gain," Ron said. "What was up with that?"

"Playful banter," Trowa replied, his eyes sparkling with amusement.

"Rightly wierd playful banter, if you ask me," Ron muttered. "It's not like I go 'round carryin' Harry..."

"No one asked for your opinion, Ron," Hermoine cut him off, then turned to Trowa. "We'll be glad to give you two the tour. Introduce you to everyone and what not."

"Thank you."

"It's no problem," Hermoine said. "Frankly, you five and your inner wands completely fascinate me."

"She said she's never heard of them before, which is practically a first," Harry said.

"Hermoine reads everything!" Ron added.

"We should go now, if we want to get any touring in before class. We have Potions with Snape and Slytherins first," Harry sighed, then looked at Trowa and Heero. "Snape probably hates you already. One, because you're gryffindors, and two, because you popped into his office and threatened his life."

"Are you guys full?" Hermoine asked. The two pilots nodded and then stood to follow them. Hermoine took a moment to explain the factor of house points, then took another moment to shriek as a kitten suddenly pounced upon her foot. Once she saw what it was, she laughed nervously and blushed.

"Hane," Heero said, and the kitten leapt upon Heero's hand, then jumped to his shoulder. Hane sat there, tail twitching as they walked. Hermoine managed tyo show them the library and two other places she loved to go before Ron clearly stated Snape would be happy to roast them alive and make them divulge their greatest secrets using veritaserum if they were at all late.

"Hide the cat!" Harry warned Heero at the door to Snape's potions class. "Snape'll pounce on you for bringin' animals to class. And I, myself, think he loathes anything white and cute and small."

Heero slipped the kitten inside his pocket and lulled it to sleep as he went in and sat down, eyes hard and cold. With all the things the trio had told him, he wasn't sure he'd like this Snape. He hadn't when he'd met him. They found seats near the trio and set their books out. A moment later, Duo came in with Malfoy, eyes dancing with mirth as he chuckled at something just said. He saw Heero and quickly made his way over, Malfoy sneering at the trio as he did and casting a disproving glance at Duo's back which slightly resembled a pout.

"Hey, Hee-chan!" Duo said in greeting. "Hiya, Tro! So who're they?" He asked bluntly, looking at the trio they were sitting with.

"I'm Hermoine Granger, and this is..."

"Can't you just once let me introduce myself, 'Moine?" Ron interrupted. She huffed at him and he turned to Duo. 'I'm Ron Weasley."

"Teacher's Pet and Weasel," Duo said. "So you must be the famous Harry Potter. Draco speaks highly of you. Well, actually, he tends to complain about you guys a lot," he said in a quieter voice. "Probably means he's infatuated with you guys." He wiggled his eyebrows suggestively and Ron gagged. Their expressions had gone from annoyed for the unwelcome nicknames to pleased Duo was annoyed with Draco to appalled at Duo's conclusion.

"How is Slytherin?" Heero quickly asked. He was still worried about Duo.

"I haven't even had a class yet, 'Ro," Duo said. "Too soon to tell. Anyways, I'm not going to make any accusations until next week. I've learned from past experiences that there's generally a deeper motive to negative emotions."

"What about those soldiers?" Trowa asked.

"Those assholes just liked to beat the shit out of you for fun!" Duo declared angrily, his eyes shading black and glowering for a moment before he grinned. "See ya. I gotta sit with the Dragon, and I ain't talkin' 'Fei this time." And he turned and joined Draco at the Slytherin side.

The door opened and a chill wind hit Heero's back. The heavy door slammed shut and Snape came striding purposely up to the front of the room. Heero noticed everyone had gone quiet the moment he entered, even the Slytherins. So Snape commanded respect. That was all fine and dandy, but to Heero it mattered on how Snape earned this respect.

Yeah, so here is the seventh chappie all finished. Did ya like it? Huh, huh? Review and tell me. I have maybe half the next chapter ready, but I'm not going to post it until I get some reviews, please. That's how long it'll probably take me to finish the eight chapter. Review!