I play George.

George was sitting on the couch waiting for Carys to come over. He didn't quite care for this at all, the ministers new laws were driving him insane. Why did they have to live together at all? He tried to stay calm by running ha hand through his tussled hair and thinking of Angie and how pretty she was. She could always make him feel at home and at ease. Hearing something move he jumped up thinking Carys arrived already but saw it was just a muggle toy that moved on it's own. Now that he was up he decided to move to the kitchen and put the kettle on, tea would help ease his nerves. He didn't know why he was nervous in the first place it wasn't like they were attracted to each other or anything. She was his forced wife, nothing lovely-dovey or romantic about it.

"Get a grip Weasley." He whispered to himself as he got a tea cup down, putting a bag into it. "She's just a Slytherin, just a girl, you don't have to share a bed with."

Carys apparated to the door, already in a fowl mood. The forced marriage she could accept, it was just a name thing. But the ministry and their stupid seer had added insult to injury by forcing her into a marriage with a blood traitor and owner of a joke shop. The very idea made her even more annoyed. With the ministry, with the seer, with the situation and, unfortunately for the man on the other side of that door, with her husband.

With a little pop, the house elves were next to her, carrying all of her things. She set Alayna on the ground, kept ahold of her leash, and rapped sharply on the door. He'd better be here or there'd be hell to pay.

He heard the popping noise and sighed, thankfully the kettle was on and he would have a cup of tea soon. He walked over to the door and opened it slowly, seeing she had a house elf with her and some fluffy thing he could only think was a cat. Why would she bring a cat with her? He stepped aside showing a lovely view of his written off apartment. George didn't like to clean much since his mother had made him do it so much as a child so instead he just let things pile up until he could no longer stand it. He also looked a mess, he'd been wearing the same thing he wore the day before due to falling asleep in his work shop and his hair was messed about, exposing his hexed off ear.

"Just in time for a cup of tea and then we're off to see the flat I rented for us. I'd love for the both of us to reside here but that would never happen in a million years. Sorry pet." He walked over to the kettle, which was screaming by now and poured hot water into his tea cup. "Want one and what do you take in it?" He knew this place would not appeal to her and it made him very, very happy that it wouldn't. This way she couldn't snoop around and try to get things out of order on him.

Carys looked around, thanking every single god that was ever worshipped that she would not be living in this place. "I'm fine," she said, stepping gingerly into the room. The two elves following her. She honestly wouldn't trust the cleanliness of the cup, judging by the hole she just walked into. "When are we leaving?" It was quite obvious she did not want to stay in this place. Honestly. Men and their bachelor hovels.

"I just poured my tea woman." He was already angry with her about the house elf and now she couldn't wait to get out of his house. Wait, her wanting to leave his house was a good thing, why was he mad? He again looked at the house elves and then at her, his green eyes now confused. "Why are they here?" He was now pointing at the poor little things with his left hand. "Really do we need those?"

He sighed and sipping his tea wanting Angelina here more then ever. Why did he have to sign up for the DERP? Why couldn't he have run off with her instead of marrying someone who owned two house elves? He was planning on taking his time with his tea, that way she would either have to sit or stand until he was done.

Not wanting her kitty to get a disease, she picked Alayna up and held her close. "Drink fast," she instructed, looking around disdainfully. If he expected her to live like this, he had another thing coming. "Judging by the state of this place, yeah, we need them." She used the tip of her shoe and poked at a pile of junk. "Honestly, are you not afraid of the plague?"

"Your out of your flamin' mind if you think we're keeping house elves! My mum never had a single one and she raised seven children all by her onesies." He glared at her. "Anyway, who do you think you are bossing me around? Your not my minder, I'll take as long as I want to drink my tea." He already had half the glass gone with frustration but he didn't want to give her the satisfaction of making him move fast. She may not have red hair but he reminded her of his mum the way she was going on.

He looked around the apartment, wondering what was so bad about it? Aside form the mess. "Well, I'm never really here anymore. I spend my time in the shop or in my work room coming up with new ways to support us." He hated to admit it but he wouldn't let her go without, she was his responsibility now. "Once we get settled we'll set the elves free and you can mind the house, isn't that what they though you pure-blooded girls at home?"

"You can mind your own damn house, I'll use my house elves for my stuff, thank you very much," Carys said with a trademark flare of temper. She was not about to be a lovely little housewife just because she was married to this ass, she had her own plans. Plans that would hopefully keep her away from the house when he was there. "Is there some place clean where I could sit while you take your time with that tea?"

He grabbed his wand from the table, muttered a spell and soon a chair was cleared off for the princess to sit. He glared at her and then walked off to another room to compose himself. He now understood why those other two died before, it was because they were so uncomputable and lived together that they killed one off. Was this the minister's plan all along? He hoped not. He took a deep 'zen' breath in and then let it go slowly while looking at pictures of him and various family members on the wall. He would have to talk to Bill later and ask about how him and Fleur are doing.

When he felt more calm he walked back out into the living room, tossed his cup in the sink and glared at her. "We're going to apparate to the new location." He passed her a piece of paper with the address on it. "Please don't give it some posh name like 'Autumn Run' or anything like that. It's a flat, that's all. Not some wonderful place where you'll be entertaining your pretty little Blood Purist friends." He once more took his wand in hand. "Ready?"

Carys wasn't about to admit that the man was kind of cute when he was all flustered and mad. She set her purse on top of the pile of one of the house elves and perched on the edge of the seat. It was gross. "Hopefully we're going to some place a bit more on the clean side," she said to Alayna, who was attempting to curl up on her mum's lap. She looked around wondering when he'd get back.

"Like I want to bring my friends to someplace you can afford," Carys said, setting her sunglasses back on her nose. She picked up Alayna, and gave the address to the elves before apparating out.


He rolled his eyes and apparated out to the large flat he had already put a sizable down payment on. He unlocked the door and lead Carys in. When you walked in the frist thing you saw was the large living room and the banister leading upstairs. He meant for this place to be his and Angie's but the flat above his apartment would have to do for now. He walked past the living room, into the modern style kitchen and dining area. You could hold a nice party here, nothing to fancy mind you but a party none the less. He looked around at it and then at her. "What do you think so far your highness?" He asked and then walked to the door, to go back the way they came and show her the upstairs and then the down. It was not furished since he didn't know what she would want here, and he didn't care himself since he'd be spending most his time in his workshop if he could help it.

"Do we have to share a room?" She asked, once they'd finished the tour. She hoped not. The flat was nice, much better than she'd expected for him. And it was clean, thank the lord. Alayna had followed them around, the little bell on her collar tinkling. Carys loved that little bell it was so cute. The house elves had stayed down at the door, still holding her things.

"I'd rather us not, that's why there are four bed rooms here." He showed her where they all were located. Then they headed downstairs to the basement, again it was an open, bare space since he didn't know how she would do the wash. He wanted to get those muggle things that do the washing and drying for you but he didn't know what to do. Why were women so difficult? He brought her back upstairs and into the living room again. It had huge windows, a window seat and a lovely backyard. He looked at her, awaiting her response to the house and hoping that she wasn't going to pick it apart more.

That was a lot of bedrooms. She hoped he didn't expect children. "I like this room. My piano will go in here," she nodded. Some nice drapes, ones that let in light beneath something darker so she could adjust the light to suit her mood. She took a walk around the room, went and looked out the windows. "Nice view," she commented softly. Trees. It was rather lovely. Maybe she could do some gardening--the thought was interrupted by the tinkling bell as Alayna rolled about on the floor playing with her leash.

"Now, about the elves." He looked from her to them again, hating the site of them. "Since we are married they are mine as well arn't they." He knew where there were socks he could give them to free them. He wouldn't abide them in his home, especially since he was paying for this place on his own. "I don't like having little creatures do work that we could do ourselves, my family never needed them and neither will we." He crossed his arms and let emotions actually come to him. He was feeling more then jut mad at her for having them, he was feeling guilty for them being here at all.

"They're properly cared for, I don't see the problem," Carys said, picking her little kitty up and holding her close. "Not everyone was raised with thirty people around, and there won't be nearly as many here. It's not as if they're over worked." She said, pocketing her sunglasses. "Is there a grocer close by?" She really had no idea where they were but figured still close to London. He did work there afterall. It was strange all of this. She sort of felt like she was his property now. And that didn't sit well with her at all. "I'm hungry," she decided, going to get her purse from the elf closest to her.

"I don't bloody care and I didn't have thirty people around, I had my mum and my three older brothers." He was ready to hex her, even if it wasn't polite to hex a lady. "Two are too many. You have a wand and so do I, we can keep this place clean." He would do his part around here, but since he would hardly be here then it shouldn't be as messy as his place since she could hardly be a pig in his eyes. Great, now the princess was hungry. "There should be one just done the road." Then he thought for a moment. "I could pop over to the Leaky and pick something up." Why was he suddenly feeling the urge to be nice? Was this his mothers fault for drilling all that be nice to girls rubbish into his head?

Carys let Alayna off her leash as he ranted a little bit. "I'm keeping them," she informed him. "And I would--appreciate it if you got something from the Leaky Cauldron while I unpack." She could be nice. Right? She spoke to the elves. "Everything but the piano goes to the biggest room at the end of the hall upstairs. The piano can stay in here." They nodded at their mistress, left a small box there in the living room and headed up the stairs. She opened a window to air the place out.

He looked at the cat and the leash. "Why is she on a leash?" Could she not just pick the cat up and walk around with her? Carys made no sense to him at all. He watched the house elves scamper around and came to the conclusion that Hermione was going to kill him. She would come over, see the house elves and then point her wand at him and he would be dead. Simple as that. "So I have no say in the house elf thing at all? Do you know how badly we'll die when Hermione and Ron come over?" He grumbled and grabbed a piece of parchment from his pocket and a quill. "What do you want form the Leaky?" He sighed, and the whipping started.

"Please, like that frizzy haired know it all could kill me," Carys scoffed, as she watched Alayna run off to go exploring. "She's on a leash so when we go for walks I don't lose her." She crouched next to the box on the living room floor, used a fingernail to cut the spellotape she'd used to keep it closed. "Chicken noodle soup would be nice, and some tea. And perhaps a grilled cheese sandwich?" Okay so she was really hungry. "And if they've got any fruit salad left from breakfast that'd be perfect." She wasn't looking at him as she spoke, she was too interested in getting her piano out and set up.

He wrote all that down, he would probably have a few drinks before coming back anyway. He didn't know what he would eat yet, probably hot pot and some chips. The more he thought about that the better it sounded. He walked over to the window to take another look at the backyard, hoping there weren't any gnomes out there. Then with out warning he appareted to the Leaky and put in his order while chatting with some of his mates.



I play Lyric

Who: Lyric Longbottom and Ringo Finch-Fletchley
What: Lyric asked Ringo to dinner, women have come a long way baby.
Where: Bruno's and muggle establishment.
When: 7 pm, a late dinner.
Rating: PG-13 most likely.
Status: Closed/Incomplete.


Lyr closed her journal and jumped up to find something to wear and figure out how to style her hair. Bruno's was rather high classed and she normally went there with her father but the food was amazing and so was the atmosphere. She hoped that Ringo didn't mind that they'd be going somewhere so fancy as she rummaged through her huge closet until she found a top that didn't make her look like a cow and a skirt that looked rather cute with it.

Now her hair. What could she do with it and why was Izzy spending all her time at Ryan's? Izzy kept telling her that headbands where so 2015 so she looked for a shell chip, her hair would look cute up like that. She took another quick look in the mirror deciding that it was better to add some color to her eyes then show up looking she didn't care about her appearance. Why was it easier to just be friends with a boy then it was to date them?

Once she looked presentable, which almost took her a half an hour she grabbed her one of the million purses that Mandy gave her a long time ago, stashed a book in it and apparated to muggle London. From her apperation point she walked over to Burno's and asked if a Ringo Finch-Fletchley had been there yet and when the hostess told her no she smiled and took a seat in the waiting area, happy there were always random books in her bags. She grabbed 'Memoirs of a Geisha' and waited for him, getting lost in the book.

Ringo had every intention of showing up on time. Honest. But for some reason or another, it never seemed possible. He was chronically late. And by now, he had just gotten used to it. However, instead of pushing himself, he just dealt with the situations that came from it. And today, it wasn't even like he was stuck in front of the mirror or in his closet trying to figure out what to wear. He was pretty sure that Bruno's was some sort of expensive classy place---the sort that his parents would take the family out to, the sort that he hated to go to. But he had told Lyric he'd take her whenever she wanted, and he did mean it.

What he chose to wear wasn't amazing but it wasn't cheap either. He hated dressing up for anything really, and had a few outfits that were what his mother called a compromise. Tailored slacks, a fitted button up and an open vest was as nice as he came. And actually, he looked rather handsome and fresh, though he wouldn't know this because he didn't even bother to check himself out in the mirror before he gathered up his wallet and left.

As soon as he came through the doors, he scanned the waiting area. He was really hoping to get there before Lyric, but he had no such luck. He saw her poised on the sofa and waiting. She looked gorgeous and trendy in her outfit. Ringo thought for a moment of how she also looked out of his league, and he wondered how he managed to get a date with her. But then a sort of cocky confidence hit him and he grinned a bit before he approached.

"Lyric," he smiled, reaching his hand down to grab hers to help her up. "You look beautiful," he said, not minding handing out the compliment as he spun her around once, after she was standing. "You're early," he said with a mischievous grin.

Time seemed to fly for her since books often took her to places people could only ever dream of. When Lyric read a book there was a movie reel playing in her head as she read her books, and her movies were mostly better then the movies they actually made. When Ringo said her name it snapped her out of the trance the book put her in and when she looked up she blinked noticing that he didn't look like himself at all. She was used to seeing him in their school uniform or even slacks and t-shirts but the boy could clean up very well. When she stood and walked over to him she was very surprised when he twirled her around but then very happy she wore a skirt that would twirl nicely.

She smiled again when he complimented her. "Thank you, you look very lovely too." She didn't know if it was okay to call a man lovely but he did look it and when he made the remark about her being early she wanted to tell him that she wasn't but figured it would be rather rude instead she chose a different path of thought. "It's a bad habit of mine, I'm also early to the train every year." She grinned while the hostess walked over to them and lead them to their table. They were sitting in one of the nicest spots it wasn't too far close to the doors, bathroom or kitchens.

Burno's was as packed as usual and she didn't even know how they got a walk in table. She sat looking at the menu's in front of them and ordering a cup of coffee to start with as it was custom for her to drink coffee with every meal and a fight at Hogwarts to let them serve it. She looked around the room and then back at Ringo, it was odd to be here with someone other then her father and not to be reading a book at this point as their dinners where more about being close then actually talking. "Are you ready to go back to Hogwarts? I'm actually excited to go back early." Oh god, she was actually talking about school when she was on a date with Ringo, she was a dork and truly deserved to be in Ravenclaw. The smile that filled her face when she talked about school quickly fell and embarrassment filled it instead. "Wow, I can't believe I started talking about school, sorry."

Ringo was actually quite pleased that Lyric was playing along. Of course, by now, he had realised that he was late. But it said a lot that she didn't call him out on it. In fact, she hardly seemed phased with it, and that was a good thing. Being called 'lovely' only kept the grin plastered to his face. He actually wanted to full on laugh, because it seemed a little silly to be called lovely when he knew that he was anything but. Still, it was a complimented and he took it with an amused thank you.

It didn't seem to take very long to be shown to their seats. And since Lyric seemed to be pleased with where they were placed, so was Ringo. It was really all the same to him.

Ringo ordered a soda when Lyric got her coffee, and though he had opened up the menu he really wasn't reading it. He was too distracted by everything else really to concentrate.

"Yeah I think so," he said casually. "I really don't mind it, being at school and things. I think I actually rather like it. I mean, this summer I haven't really accomplished anything. Except for maybe hanging out with a few people, but I could do that everyday at Hogwarts. So I'm okay with going back early," he shrugged. "You know, after the carnival and stuff," he added just to be on the safe side. He didn't want Lyric to think that he wasn't looking forward to that.

It was interesting to see how laid back Ringo was, he seemed rather unfettered about her choice of resteraunt, dress and sitting location. This date was going better then she had hoped and so far not awkward silences or run ins with people she would rather not chat with. She was suddenly pleased when he shared her same excitement for going back early and then she wondered why she hadn't brought up the carnival herself since she was just as excited to go there as well.

"Do you think we'll see anything we haven't covered in Proffessor Weasley's class?" She didn't want to name the course since they where around muggles and that would probably be a bad idea but talking about seeing other mystical creatures made her happy, she liked seeing all kinds of new things, aside form nifters. She quickly scanned the menu, not really paying attention to it herself and now feeling nervous since she never did know what to say. "The Farris Wheel looks like it would be fun, and I'm sure there will be lots of games to play and rides to enjoy." She tried not to sound boring and like she actually talked to people every day but sometimes it wasn't as easy as she would hope.

Ringo sort of scanned the menu again in an attempt to pick something and to be ready when the waiter came around. He didn't want to be the indecisive one if Lyric was ready. But he kept getting distracted. Having a conversation was far more interesting than deciding what to eat. And besides half the things on the menu were fancy smancy things he didn't know if he'd like.

"Nah, I doubt it," Ringo said with a shrug. "What else is there to see that they'd be allowed to bring in?" he added, thinking for a moment about this. "You know, really, I reckon that seventh year is going to be mostly about review," he figured. "It ought to be anyway," again he shrugged and shifted his eyes downward to the opened menu.

"What do you usually get here?" he asked Lyric, looking up at her again. She was really pretty, and Ringo had a feeling that she didn't even know it. Which was even more attractive.

"Yeah, we'll do it all. The ferris wheel and everything," Ringo confirmed with a smile.

She grinned since he did make a really good point, what else could there be out there? "Good point." She took into consideration that they did have NEWTS this year which worried her to no end. "Well if you did well on your owls then newts really shouldn't be a problem. It would only be a year of revue really." She wasn't trying to sound like a smart ass but to her it seemed to be logical. "Though I like the thought of reviewing for a whole year instead of being put extra advanced classes." She mused to herself stopping her train of thought while their waiter dropped off their drinks. She added cream and sugar to hers and watched him walk away.

"I normally get the sweet potato fries and a side of gravy." The fries were the best here, even if they served snooty food. Nothing else on the menu looked remotely good to her anyway aside from the french pudding but that was never really a dinner item. She raised an eyebrow at him when she noticed him looking at her a bit more, was there something on her face?

"Are you good at games? I'm pretty decent at ring toss." She was really happy they would be going on the ferris wheel since it was one of the most romantic rides in the world. "I'm sure the rides will be fun too." And hopefully not too scary.



Third person narrative as Rhianna Weasley

She hated going to work most days since the Department of Mysteries was the most boring place to work. Every day they wanted a new vision and mostly about new treats peering their heads up. Once she told them she saw a woman with jet black hair holding a wand to the Ministers chest, but then grinned explaining that it was his mother and she was doing it because he wouldn't eat his pea's. Flooing home was the best part of her day, and with Roxie out doing god knows what she had the bath all to her self.

First order of business was to grab the wine glass from the fridge and pour half a bottle of wine in it. Then ask she walked through her loft to the bathroom more and more of her clothing fell off, almost leaving a trail from herself to the tub. With a few flourishes of her wand the bath was filled with hot water and bubbles that she gladly sunk into. She closed her eyes taking in the scent of jasmine and pear while mulling over her choice in career. It was dull, she hated it and she barely ever felt accomplished. According to her uncle Percy if you hated your job then you obviously where in the perfect line of work since no one really liked their jobs. She sank a bit deeper into the bubbles as she pondered a life as a Ministry Seer but as time passed she became more depressed so she reached for her wand and summoned a book to her to get her mind off things.

Random book of the day was 'Love Letters Sent To Azkaban', one of her favorites. She put the half empty glass of wine on stool she had next to the tub and let her mind get lost in the sappy dribble that Laurel Sheffield wrote so well. She should have became a novelist, she wasn't to late she could probably write a book about her life as a Seer, slap the word fiction on it and be a best seller in no time. She grinned and got comfortable for a long night of soaking and reading.


I play Mindee Cuckoo

Mindee's hair was pulled back in a pony-tale and she was wearing black pants with a white top, she didn't like dressing up ever but she had to get it right here at Xaiver's. She was walking to the kitchen after her morning classes to get a snack. Normally she would be thinking to Phoebe and Celeste and letting them know how her day has gone so far but since their depowering their hive mind had been shattered. She had never felt more alone in her life then she did now but she had to move on, today working with other telepath's she felt a wee bit better.

She grabbed pizza pockets out of the freezer and heated them up in the microwave, she then moved to the fridge and grabbed a can of coke. She had no idea who they belonged to since she wasn't given a talk on bringing her own food or that the food in the fridge belonged to others but right now she needed to eat to take her mind off the emptiness. When the mic dinged she grabbed the pizza pockets and sat the table picking at them until they were cool enough to take a bite of.

Scott had just finished the training in the Danger room Gambit and Logan like usual did there own thing not fallowing order making reckless mistakes and Scott had enough of it so he Left the Danger room covered in sweat.He looked at Mindy and gave a smile. "How were the morning classes?" he said with a smile before opening up the fridge and taking a peak.He couldn't find his pizza lunch he had waiting for him. "have you seen a...oh never mind ill just have some coffee." he said seeing her picking at the lunch.

He took his warm coffee and walked over to where she ate.there was something about her that reminded him of Emma and Jean but also as she seemed the same he somehow got the feeling that she was different. "So have you had any luck with the professor..i mean about you past?" he asked her knowing that she had a very shadowed past.

She took a bite of the taken pizza pocket wondering why she had stuck to salads and low carb things all her life since this was amazing. When Scott walked in and asked about his food she had to hide the guilty feeling since she had snagged it. Oh well, she thought, his name wasn't on it. When he sat down she moved away form him a little because he did smell rather bad.

She looked at him a little confused now as to why he would care about what she found out about her past. Sure she was unsure of who spawned the Five-In-One but it didn't seem to matter now that there were only three of them. She chewed on her lower lip for a moment before saying anything. "Nothing yet but our parents may be harder to find if they are both telepaths." She didn't want to say to much but again, she didn't care about her past to much.

Scott saw her move away and it was obvious all that training made him smell like Gunpowder,dirt and sulfur all mixed in with sweat.He sipped his coffee taking off his visor and switching to his glasses. "It doesn't seem like the Professor is trying as hard to look into your past?" he said in a soft tone so as not to offend her. "How'd the physical with Hank go? anything turn up?" he asked trying to start a conversation.

"How is my physical any of your business Mr. Summers?" She suddenly wished that she had brought something to cover her up even more since Scott was getting strange. She took a huge swig of coke before even thinking more about why he was trudging into her past. "Why is any of this interesting to you? Wouldn't my day be even more interesting then my past and the result of an exam?"

She looked back down at her stolen food and started to eat more, hoping that once she did finish what she was eating she could run off to her room and lock the door until class had finished.

Scott then made as slight frown at her outburst. "well im sorry for showing some concern and trying to help you out.So you know what how was you day?" he said leaning leaned back on his chair keeping his fingers around the handle. "Did the classes go well?" he asked looking at her. There was a great deal of admiration for this women She was Strong but there something about her that appealed to Scott even if he didint know it yet.

She didn't want to think about that her past since her and her sisters were obviously unwanted. But class would be a better subject since she liked the children she taught, some of them were very perverted but she liked them.

"So far its been good, the kids are nice and very respectful. It's been different form when I was a student here but thankfully the kids are nice." She finished her food. "How was your day?" She wanted to be polite since she was new here.

"yea alot has changed since i was a student here." Memories of Emma and how much he had feelings for her,He looked up at her when she asked about his day.He made a smirk. "well some of the new Team members are taking some getting used to.im surprised you didint want to join us in the danger room today someone could have subbed for you..." he took another sip of the coffee drawing his attention to her. "I have to apologize by the way im not usually this dirty..." he said with a slight blush.

"I remember being a student here and respecting my teachers. I would never have thought nasty things about any of them that I knew had telepathy." She sighed. "Some of these children will be in for a shock. I don't tolerate being refereed to as what most of them refer to me as." When he spoke about the danger room she shook her head. "I'm not a fighter, I'm more of a watch from the side lines and infiltrate their mind type. Being down there would have done no good for anyone. Don't worry about the smell, you smell better then Logan and Beast anyway." Did she just say that out load? She'd need to learn how to filter her words.

Scott smiled at her comment,He leaned closer on the counter. "Well you are a captivating women.Can you blame them?...Then again it is a lack of respect. Well the skirts don't help...but then again she can make a potato sack look great he thought to himself forgetting who was in the room. "Well thank you... Didn't think youd notice" he said with a cocky smirk and a smile. "You owe me lunch you know..." he said in a playful tone.

"Mr. Summers, I'm going to remind you that I'm a telepath and I can hear your thoughts just as easily and loudly as your spoken words." She sort of shut down again since things had been going so well and then his thoughts turned a bit more sexual, she liked flirting but didn't like sexual tones to thoughts that some men had. She placed her hands over her lap and listened to him talk to try and figure him out.

She owed him dinner? She owed him something? She let her face fall to that of a stoic expression that one would often call icey. "How do I owe you dinner Mr Summers? Did I say something that's a part of some game here or is it because I wasn't in the danger room?" She now missed the hive mind and safety in numbers.

Scott shook his head,It was unbelievable that he forgot she was a telepathic. "I'm sorry it slips my mind." he then smiled a little bit at her. "We'll its just an excuse to take you out...Unless you have an object to it." He moved in sliding ever closer to her admiring her features,He beauty nothing about her sexually he tried to keep that out figuring she would have picked it up and offending her was the last thing he wanted to do.

Take her out? Like to dinner and a movie type take her out? Try to peruse a relationship with her take her out? What had she done to inspire this? Had she dropped some hint that she was single or had she said something or thought something that might have said, please take me out to dinner? She knew that her confusion was showing on her face but she couldn't help that right now, she was rather confused.

She didn't know what to say right now but she watched him watching her which again was odd. Why did men always do that? Was there something on her face or was her hair messy? "Well Mr. Summers." What should she say to this? "Is that against some rules here?" Would this save her or would he insist that they go out.

Scott Smiled at her his Red Glasses shining in the sun.His Tank-top revealing the heaving training he went through Daily. "Nope none what so ever." He wanted to know everything he could about Mindee, Something about her caught his attention from day one she was different from jean and Emma He couldn't figure out what attracted him to her

He simply was and no matter what he did he couldn't get over it he spent his nights and days thinking about her even finding opportunities to think about her. The fact that she was physically appealing was not one reason. it was just who she was how she carried herself he confidence and her presence was intoxicating to him.

"Its not something lavish...Just something for us to talk and to do No missions no fighting some mutant apocalypse just you me."

They had to go out to talk? She looked around and noticed the lack of people around and then looked back at him. "Why do we need to go somewhere to talk? There's a table in here and coke in the fridge that we don't have to pay for, would this not be a more ideal place to talk?" That's how it played out in the shows she watched, men would bring women back to their frat houses to talk since they didn't need to pay for anything there.

Why would she want anything lavish anyway? She ran a hand threw her curls before pursing her lips in thought. "Are you trying to ask me on a romantic date or do you want to know me as a friend? I can't read you very well Mr. Summers." She was cold on the outside but that's how she needed to play it, she didn't like people getting past her defenses right away.

Scott was taking back at her comment,She was absolutely right about the whole thing.He got comfortable leaning on the counter. He smirked when she talked about the coke. He walked over to the fridge and pulled the bottle out and going back to the counter.

"I dont know...You tell me what you think my intentions were...I know you as a team mate and as friend. but maybe i seem attracted to you.. He said talking to her through her mind hoping she would be able to hear. He hoped he wasn't going in over his head. Your always welcome into my mind Mindee. He spoke trying to convey how he felt about her.

How much had Mr. Summers grown since the last time she encountered him. She never knew he could project his thoughts but then again he had been with two of the most powerful telepaths in the world which ment that he probably picked up from them. Was Scott in love with Telepaths? Was that his kink and turn on? Was he just chatting her up because of that? She was not about to date someone just because she was a telepath.

It was apperent that he was not going to verbalize what he wanted and what he thought of her so she took a sip of coke and told herself to get over herself. She cleared her mind and then dove deep into his swimming through his thoughts of her and it was very shocking to see that he was so attracted to her and never said a thing about it but then again it opened up her eyes and actaully made sense of how he'd been treating her lately. What it seems like to me Mr. Summers is that you have an unhealthy obession with me. Are you afraid to vocializing your feelings for people?

Scott heard the soft voice in his mind,He felt her going through his mind scanning his thoughts and feelings.He liked telepaths for this very reason she could see how he really felt about her. I would not Say obsession more like...you interest me...your different from a lot of Telepaths iv had experiences with...you...you different and i don't know why He found her presence soothing she wasn't cold like Emma and she was more in control than jean.

The room was silent but in Scott's mind the conversion continued and Scott's affection grew more and more prominent even if Scott himself didn't realize it. I'm going to be honest with you Mindee there something about you im attracted to...and id like to know more about you...but im sure you knew that already.

Is that because I'm a telepath Mr.Summers? She liked having permission to go through his mind since it was the easiest way to get to know someone and then she unearthed something that she didn't want to unearth. She could keep her mind in check most of the time but the sight of him kissing the diamond skinned whore and the pain that that bitches face brought to her heart was unbearable. Miss Frost.. Scott..Frost..Sophie.. She shut her eyes and then once again steeled her mind form further intrusion.

"Emma Frost, seriously?" Mindee never let her emotions get the best of her and she honestly never displayed them like this but Emma Frost was the bane of her existence. This was the woman she hated more then anyone else on this planet and if she had the chance to light the cold bitch on fire and watch her burn to a cinder she would. And Scott Summers loved her. Mindee and the Cuckoo's were normally cold, well mannered girls that would let their emotions lose in their minds with eachother but Mindee had no hive now, the five-in-one was gone and she had no way of taming the hate in her heart.

Scott was taking back by her out burst He had been with Emma for a long time he couldn't help the just like Jean was a part of his so was Emma but that changed now.She was out of her life and Mindee was in his. "Mindee im sorry but Emma is just as much a part of me AS Jean as a Telepath you should know that a bond with someone isn't easily broken and there there will always be a reminiscence

But Neither of them are in my heart Mindee...you took there place with who you are...Your not Emma your not Jean i Have feeling for YOU!" he said getting up and moving close to her to try and calm her down to try and consul her.

She moved away from Scott and tried to cool her heels but the pain that the hive felt at Sophie's death came stabbing her back in the heart and she had to move away from Scott to stop that. That images of him and Emma in her head burned like fire, her body was starting to shake this was not a good lunch hour. Thankfully she didn't have classes after this.

"The only bond I've ever had was with my sisters Mr. Summers and thanks to the diamond bitch Emma Frost my sister Sophie was killed." She balled her hands into fists and walked towards the door. "It's in your best interests not to follow me, if you do I won't be able to say that I won't mentally attack you." And with that she had disappeared towards her room to try and recompose herself.


First person as Rhianna Weasley

Bollocks!! Bloody hell! Get this, one of the cows in the MLE Department saw me at Wands last night making out with some bird and now everyone in the Ministry knows. When I asked the bleeding git why she was there since she's very anti-fag and married with an obscene amount of children. Get this, she was there to save us from our sinful ways.

20 Galleons says she's either a Pureblood Slytherin or she's in denial? Come on folks, this isn't a sure bet!

Anyway, ma and da want me to come home soon for dinner because they miss me. Isn't Roxie enough people? I like being in my own pad by myself most nights. Well not by myself, I have Melinda aka Missus Fuzzypants here to keep me company and next month she turns three years old! It's a miracle I haven't killed her since I'm crap with pets.

Love you all.

Rhi.