Entrance Hall

Resident Ginger glared at her underclassman. "It's called man boobs for a reason. And he so does not have a girl's figure. Case closed."

"Psha whatevs. And they're moooobs. Anywho, have you seen Hugh staying after class in Transfiguration? I bet he's snogging up Brown for good grades."

"He can't be. He's gay, remember?"

"Yes, but that doesn't mean he can't kiss a woman. Probably feels no love. Just lovin up the grades."

The second year was lurking around yet again, eager for her friends to show up. She had some new dirty information!

"Yes? You called?" said the annoyed looking short Slytherin. She had been in the middle of writing her grand epic masterpiece of a 'novel' and he looked begrudged to have her twelve year old friend come and tell her there was something emergency.

"Phillip and the Matthew kid from yesterday! You know how I am always at the lake! They were talking to each other and looking at each other all funny... and then they kissed!" The second year said dramatically.

"...That's it?" The short girl turned to leave. "You could have told me that tomorrow! I was in the middle of this super riveting scene, and by now, someone could have found my stories and snooped through them." she grumbled.

She sighed. "But now we're on the top of the news! And also, I was getting lonely." The second year said, now pouting.

"Why do you go hang out with your imaginary boyfriend, then, while I go hang out with mine!"

The tall one appeared with her friends. "Whew! That was a lotta cake."

"Whateveeerrr. At least she'll hang out with me!" The second year was full out whining at this point as she pointed to the tall one.

"You have cave?!" Exclaimed the short one.

"Orangey and spongey and delicious..." the giraffe reminisced, patting her stomach.

The second year's eyes widened. "Oh my god. I'm craving some now. Can we take a field trip to the Great Hall!?"

"I want it." the Midget said to the Amazon.

"Only if you can beat me to it." the Glasses said to Midget, glaring as she prepared herself for a race.

The giraffe quite liked being called an Amazon, so she decided to go with that. "I'm stuffed; y'all can go ahead."

"Where is it?!" Glasses said eagerly.

"Hey, what do you have a Southern accent if we're from England? This isn't America!"

Glasses blinked. "Yeah, really?"

The Amazon proceeded to stare at the Midget as though she had just sprouted a pair of antlers.

"...What?"

Resident Ginger wasn't joining in on this gossip session--nay, she was in class. Being a nerd. Obsessing about getting all O's, you know, the usual.

Cameron was settled on the steps before the Staircase, and was doing some quick last minute studying for his test in History of Magic next. He had forgotten about it.