...there's a rumbly in my tumbly! :'(

[blackveilbridexx]

It was well past curfew, though when did Maxwell Carter ever follow the rules and regulations at Hogwarts?

Currently, at two in the morning, Max was hungry. Well, starving would describe the way he felt in a better way, seeing as he skipped over his dinner so he would have more time to spend with his Threstral buddies in the Forbidden Forest. He had merely picked at his food, and because his mind was wandering during the meal everything tasted bland.

He entered the kitchen quietly, surprised to already see the House Elves pottering about to prepare for the morning's breakfast. Everything smelled delicious, and as one of the elves sped past him with a plate of bacon he grabbed a slice from the plate, munching on it. A female elf with large, pleading green eyes approached Max, looking terrified. "G-Goodmorning, Mr. Maxwell Carter. W-would you like Poppy to get you something to drink?" she asked timidly, wringing her sheet.

"That would be great, Poppy." Max said. "And remember, just call me Max." he winked. The whole formality of house elves would never make sense to Max (Not to mention the whole speaking-in-third-person thing) and no matter how hard he tried to make friends with them they always seemed frightened. Max wouldn't hurt a fly, really. Well, unless it was annoying him...

[Nikita Snape]

There was a slight thrumming sound as Nikita's wand skimmed across the wall, moving in a roller coaster pattern. She sighed, but then suddenly her stomach growled, and she immediately turned around, heading to the kitchen. She had been walking back to the Slytherin Common Room but no! Her stomach just had to tell her that it was hungry! She walked faster and faster as her stomach growled louder and louder. She hurriedly ran into the kitchen, and bumped into a person, whom she hadn't seen. He was right in her way, and she just happened to trip right when she saw him. She grabbed the guy in front of her on accident, trying to catch herself from falling but ultimately failed. She pulled him tight, as if in a hug, trying to protect herself from the harsh fall. She shrieked like a girl, as the floor touched her skin. They were sent to the ground, rolling. Finally when she stopped, the boy was left laying on top of her. She had her eyes closed tightly, and her face was pressed into the boy's chest. She still had no idea who the guy was, but at this very moment she was just curious to know if she had any bruises.

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[blackveilbridexx]

Max was just about to grab the Pumpkin Juice from Poppy's hand when he felt a sudden touch from behind. Faster then he was able to say 'Quidditch' he was falling, and after an awkward two seconds he felt himself hovering over the form of a girl. Her scream had sent his heart racing, sending bad memories back into his head...

Clearing his throat, Max smirked at the girl, standing up and brushing his jeans off. After regaining his composure, he offered her a hand. "You alright, love?" he asked with a laugh. "I'm going to guess that balance and you dno't mix well?" he teased.

Hopefully he hadn't pissed her off.

"I'm Maxwell." Max said, feeling the need to introduce himself to the stranger. "Sixth year Gryffindor." he added, in case she was wondering.

[Nikita Snape]

After looking at 'Maxwell' for a few seconds, she glanced at his hand. She had an angry look in her eye with the comment he had made about her balance, but then she softened her expression, and took his hand which he was offering to her. "Nikita Snape... Sixth Year Slytherin, DE Inner Circle, and Slytherin Beater. I think that's all you need to know at this point." She spoke softly, taking a glass of pumpkin juice from the offering elf. "Thanks..." She mumbled both to Max, and the little elf. "Nice to meet you... Max. I'll make up a nick name for ya later. So, what are you doing down here past hours? Aren't you a goody goody?" Her voice was not full of venom like normally, it was just soft, and casual. She had no reason to be rude to the Max, considering she didn't even know him. Just like she hadn't known Olivia huh? Nikita looked at Max with wary eyes, and then spoke again. "About the balance thing... normally I'm really good on the balance problem, but I don't know why I tripped this time." She said in a convincing tone.

[Zoey Abercrombie]

The clock on the bedside table was showing two o'clock. Zoey Abercrombie had been staring at the clock for the past half an hour. Time seemed to be moving very slowly. She had been in bed for about an hour, due to a late night party in the common room. A birthday party for one of the fifth years, that had involved truth or dare and a large amount of butterbeer. Of course the sixth and seventh years would have prefered some firewhiskey, but they weren't willing to share it. With the party coming to an end, everyone had dispersed to their separate dormatories. Zoey pulled the covers around her as she stared at the clock, surely it was the right time for a just-past-midnight snack? Hopping out of bed, the girl stepped carefully towards the door, trying to avoid waking her fellow sixth years.

Stepping out into the corridor, she headed into the deserted common room which was still littered with discarded glasses and the like. Dressed in a plain white t-shirt, pale blue shorts and knee-high pale blue socks, Zoey took a last glance around before heading through the portrait and along the corridor. Being in Hufflepuff, the kitchen was only a short strole away, which made it easy to get food for midnight feasts and the like. She stopped outside the painting of the fruit bowl, towering above her, at least twice her height. She tickled the pair gently until she heard it giggle slightly.

The portrait swung open and she stepped inside. Zoey heard some voices, but couldn't distinguish who they belonged to. Someone called Maxwell and another called Nikita Snape. Yes I know them, well I've had the pleasure of meeting them. She rounded the corner and smiled as she saw Maxwell. A house elf had approached her asking if she would like a drink, "erm a hot chocolate please," she said politely before walking over to Nikita and Max. "Seeing as you're introducing yourselves, Zoey Abercrombie...sixth year Hufflepuff...Hufflpuff Chaser."

[blackveilbridexx]

Max ran a hand through his hair, listening to Nikita roll off her list of titles. She didn't seem like a warm-and-fuzzy type of girl, but she was polite nonetheless. He felt a little put off, though, by her cold exterior. Who did she think she was? And now she was stereotyping him. Typical. "Unfortunately, I lack the so-called 'goody-goody' nature of the Gryffindors." he said with mock-poignance. It was true, though. Max was far from being a suck up. He actually avoided being nice to teachers all together. They were nothing but agitating flies that buzzed over your shoulder during class and assigned homework. Where was the fun in that? Composing himself, Max prepared to speak again.

"Well, I could ask you the same question." her replied curtly, trying to take control of his temper. "And even so, I don't think it's any of your business." he finished, giving her a warning look. People who had a basic idea of who he was knew that Max had extreme anger issues and lost his temper quite easily, and if someone rather than something caused it, a fist fight would ensue.

He tried to let out a soft chuckle at her last statement, wanting to brighten his mood in case any untimely interruptions would come about. "Just be careful," he smiled. Just as he finished speaking he heard someone enter in behind him. With a lurch of his stomach he realized that it was Zoey, the Hufflepuff who he was smitten with. Not letting his growing sense of elatement show, he offered Zoey a grin.

"It seems that everyone has a nice title besides me," he joked, running a hand through his hair again. "Good...morning? Zoey? Er, do you have any idea what time it is? I never went back to the common room." he shrugged. "But if I had to make a guess, I'd say it's roughly one or two in the AM?" he asked, shrugging. "I shouldn't even be up. I've got a damn DADA quiz coming up tomorrow." he sighed. He then bit his tounge, not wanting to sound like a runaway train with conversation. He knew how annoying it could be.

[Olivia Zariah Ryall]

Was it not enough that Duros was riding her on studying harder to get a perfect O, like she was going to get anything less, her stomach growled with impatience. Food wasn't always a fifth year's primary concern, but one more sharp pain through Olivia's digestive system and she was going to pass out from dehydration and starvation. The halls were quite silent a contrariety to the normal bustle of students. Her footsteps were lone in the vast hallways moving down the staircases to her destination.
The painting loomed in front of her, she reached up tickling the pear, swearing she heard a giggle in return. Olivia stepped through the painting it slamming shut behind her. Tapping on a house elf's shoulder she smiled, giving orders as nice as possible. "Maybe some milk and I see you have normal eggs over there, spear me a bit, pretty please?" The elf nodded ecstatic to meet her requirements.
She took her plate digging in raising an eyebrow at the small group forming in front of her. Gulping down her food Olivia advanced toward them watching them greet each other. "OH! My turn, Max, Nikita, and well, Zoey I believe. I am Olivia! Fifth year, photographer and rather die then get on a broom, none the less join a team."