HARRY POTTER!!!!!!!!!

aparition!

who was at the Qudditch World Cup in NYC? Anyone? Anyone?

Not me. But now Music's back, so maybe they'll reply to you! *hint hint*

Oh. Em. Gee. I heard about that and I was SO jealous!

YOOHOO! Music, reply or else! O_O

to what???

Black&White's post. Last page? Or maybe two pages back?

Black&White wrote:Caleb: "Yeah but..i still feel guilty." I petted Paravion. "How you feeling lil guy?" I looked back at sam, to see Emery yelling at him louder than she probably thought she was. "I can't see how you can surround yourself with those people..."

FOUND IT!

Sam: "Theyre from my house, aren't they? Slytherin-Gryffindor relations are clearly forbidden according to Chelsea. So I'm just doing what she wants me to do. Be a slytherin. Emery and ashley are helping me.

....Caleb is a Ravenclaw....that wouldn't make sense....

Emery: "Yes, Sam's 100% Slytherin now. He doesn't having any friends in any other houses, or anything, right((Michael))?Completely loyal."

((Explain, Black& White. I'm confuzzled :/))

he said inner house relations were forbidden to chelsea, but then here she is with a ravenclaw when she's a grffindor. it doesn't make sense to say that!

((OH, yeah. It should be changed to Slytherin/Gryffindor relations, or something. All the houses are friendly to each other besides those two.))

ooh ok.

((So let's pretend it says that, and move on))

REPOST

Emery: "Yes, Sam's 100% Slytherin now. He doesn't having any friends in any other houses, or anything, right?Completely loyal." I smirked.

Chelsea: Huh? No he wasn't, what about his friend Michael? My eyes flicked to Sam, and I wondered just how true he really was to his house.

Sam: "Well. Eh." Was all I said with a shrug. "More like 99%..." I didn't care what they did to me, I was NOT turning my back on Mike. He was my friend even before Hogwarts, since Pre-K actually.

Emery: "99%?" I muttered, low enough so neither Caleb nor Chelsea could hear. But just then -

Dumbledore: "Afternoon, pupils." I gave them a warm smile, and then eyed the two red heads of the group, one of them more of a rust color...At any rate, I then addressed them. "May I speak with the two of you? Ms. Leary and Mr. James? In my office."

Sam: I shot a glare at Chelsea when Dumbledore wasn't looking. When he looked back I nodded. "Sure professor."

Dumbledore: I led them to my office, secret entrance and all. Then I sat down at my desk chair, gesturing for them to take the seats in front of it.

Chelsea: I sat down skeptically in one of the seats across from the Headmaster. He couldn't be doing this because of the bullying, could he? Dumbledore wasn't the sort to do that. He hadn't even stopped Draco Malfoy when Harry Potter was here. And that had to be much worse then what Sam, Emery, and Ashley had brewed up.

Dumbledore: I put the tips of all five fingers together with their counterpart on the opposite hand. "So I'm sure you are wondering why you're here." I sat back in my seat slightly, though I still sat straight. "I had someone report a claim that you two flew off with a Hippogriff this morning in Care of Magical Creatures. Is that true?"

Sam: "Yes it was, but I'd like to point out we were never told not to do so by hagrid. He told us to care for the hippogriff and the hippogriff kept stretching it's wings, wanting to fly," I said immediately. I've heard stories about Dumbledore, confusing ones. I was pretty freaked right now, though I didn't show it. I'd never ever been to the HM office...

Dumbledore: My light eyes twinkled, knowing there was more to this story. "The others and I" I gestured to the moving portraits of past Headmasters behind me "Have contemplated, and decided that the best way for you to come completely clean with us is to be sent into solitary study. Not completely solitary, you'll have each other." I snapped my fingers and the floor gave way beneath them, sending them into the empty room below.

Chelsea: I shrieked as my chair tipped backwards and I fell down into what Dumbledore called 'solitary study', and I called Hell. I'd have to be in here with Sam, really? For who knew how long? I cringed, thinking of all the damage he could do now.

((ooh a twist... XD))

Sam: I looked at the cieling angrily. "Are you effing with me??" I shouted, though I knew he couldn't hear. I looked at Chelsea. "You good?" it had been a pretty freaky fall.

Chelsea: "Is that a trick question?" I momentarily slipped, having gained a little bravery. But then I went back to monotone. "Why does it matter? I'm not important."

Sam: "Ha. See? You do care..." I went and sat in a corner. "HOW LONG ARE YOU KEEPING US HERE?" I shouted. I didn't hear a response, but a faint chuckle came from the cieling. I shook my head with frustration. "I have a lot of respect for him, but he is insane...."

Chelsea: I sat in the opposite corner, as far from Sam as I could get. "What does it matter. Now you have much longer to insult me." I used the monotone voice, but my reply had an edge.

Sam: I sighed. "Nah.... It doesn't matter anymore...." I shrugged. It really didnt . Dumbledore put us here to 'make up' and he usually got his way...