Courtyards!

"Don't you dare give me that line," he growled, turning and glaring at her. "You're one of those who takes the blame on herself, no matter whose fault it truly is. Well, I got news for you, sweets--not any more." A small, self-mocking smile pulled up one corner of his mouth. "I made a move on you, and like the coward I am, used the excuse of being drunk--when I really wasn't, mind you--to back out of a situation I wasn't sure how to handle. I was awful to you, alright, and I would be glad if you would accept my heartfelt apology."

Kaalee started laughing. She squatted down, holding her stomach and then fell backwards laughing.
"I'm sorry." She said in between laughter, wiping tears from her eyes.
"Oh Merlin I'm sorry." She said, as she tried to regain control of her body.
"I really am sorry." She said, sitting up, still laughing slightly but she controlled it now...sort of.
"I accept your apology." She managed.

Sebastian poked her in the cheek, scowling, though his mouth twitched. "Oi, what's so funny, you? I thought we were having a moment."

"It's just...you look about as terrifying as a baby penguin." Kaalee said, finally getting up.
"Besides that was funny. I see a smile." She said, pushing the corners of his mouth up into a sort of smile, grimace thing.

"Stop that, you loony," he said, slapping her hands away, though he was smiling now. "It was funny in a lame sort of way. Merlin's left elbow, slap me would you? I need to feel a bit more like the bloke I am."

"I'm not slapping you. I don't slap people. I don't even swear. Bad for the soul and all." Kaalee laughed.
"Funny in a funny sort of way. You know I'm right." She said, singing the last part.

He sighed dramatically. "Figures I would get stuck with Miss Proper herself. And no, it wasn't. It was embarrassing."

"I wouldn't call me proper...you saw how much I could drink." Kaalee laughed.
"Nah. You're all good." She smiled at him.

He grinned suddenly. "Nothing wrong with a high alcohol tolerance. No bloke wants a girl that goes to pieces after one firewhiskey. Well, no respectable bloke," he amended, face darkening.

"That's quite a face." Kaalee said, raising an eyebrow.

Seb quickly put on a bright smile. "What? Oh, another story for another time." He got to his feet and held a hand out to her. "Up we go. It hasto be nearing curfew, and like good two good little girls and boys, we should be in our common rooms."

"If we must." She said, holding onto his hand and using the shadows to travel to outside the hufflepuff common room.
"G'night Seb." She smiled at him.

"See you, sweets," he murmured, kissing her lightly on the cheek before crawling through the barrels to the common room, just in case she went back on her word and slapped him. Once through, he straightened with a yawn. A couple of people called his name from the couches, but he just waved a hand and begged off on being tired before escaping to his dorm.

(I've gtg try tomorrow)

Kaalee turned a light shade of pink before sprinting up to her commons before Filch or her father catches her. She rejected Ron in a game of Wizard chess and went to bed, smiling.

(time skip?)

(Yes ma'am! What day is it again?)

(Um...Saturday I would have to guess because they've been in class all the other days and we've done several time skips)

Kaalee woke up and smiled...it was Saturday which means no classes! She grabbed a shirt and skirt and shoved them on and her robes and ran downstairs, starving as it was. She grabbed a plate and sat down by Hermione and Ron.
"Where's Harry?" She asked, as she loaded her plate up.
"Sleeping." Ron said, yawning.
"Ah." Kaalee said before taking a bite of bacon.

Sebastian and Cole were woken up at dawn by a pounding on their door. Cursing impressively, Cole pulled the door open, giving the knocker his best glare. "You better have a bleeding good reason to wake us up before the bloody sun has even graced us with its sodden presence!" He roared, crossing his arms. Sebastian knew the timid voice of the beater well and groaned into his pillow.
"Merlin's saggy left arse cheek, she did what? That sodden girl and her bloody obsession for the stupid game. Yeah, I'll tell them." Cole slammed the door shut and turned to his dorm mates. "Your nutter of a captain scheduled a practice for you poor lards this morning. She wants you down at the field, stat." Then, the blonde collapsed face first into his bed and went back to sleep.
Grumbling, Sebastian and Ian pulled themselves out of bed and got dressed and down to the pitch. Two hours, several yelling matches, and penalty laps later, the two boys sat down at breakfast in the sweaty, grass stained clothes.
"She's a maniac," Sebastian complained to his friend, who made a noise of agreement through his eggs and bacon. "The one day we can sleep in, and she schedules a practice. I swear."

"What do you swear Summerby?" Savannah asked as she came in, redressed in her robes and not looking like she had just had a grueling two hour practice. She loaded up a plate like she did though, getting several of nearly everything.

He coughed into his fist and turned to her with a bright smile. "Why, that we have the best captain in the whole school, of course. Right, Ian?" Seb elbowed his friend, who grunted in pain.
" 'course."

"I'm sure." Savannah rolled her eyes but smiled.
"Any plans today boys?" She asked them.

"Nothing much, really. Jen and I have a study date." The tall boy grinned and waggled his eyebrows at his teammates.
Sebastian groaned and shoved him. "Seriously, mate? Keep your shagging between you and your partner. You know Jen would jinx you into the next century if she found out you were bragging." Turning back to Savannah, he shrugged. "I haven't decided yet. I might go and harass my new Gryffindor friends, or I might have a go at Cole--see if I can get him up before the afternoon and what not. You?"

"I have my own plans with some gryffindors." Savannah laughed.

"Oh?" Seb asked, nudging her with his shoulder. "Do elaborate." Both boys leaned in, curious expressions on their faces.

"Unlike Ian here I don't kiss and tell." Kaalee said.