It was November 27Th and the nights were cutting short for the students in hogwarts. Lydian Marselle Chenoweth had only just began her sixth year of study at the school and as usual she was planning to keep herself invisible to all other students. She focused more on her studying then anything else recently.

She awoke bright and early that day dragging herself from within her heavy covers as she headed towards the bathroom to begin to get ready. She brushed through her perfect blonde curls as she put on a small amount of makeup and got changed after showering. She then made her way down towards the Great hall to grab a plate of food for breakfast. She sat alone on the Gryffindor Table with a book to study in front of her along side her plate of food and goblet of pumpkin Juice

Mace had decided to swear off logic forever. Or at the very least, to never bank his money in a goblin bank. Stodgy blighters if he wanted to use all of the choice British colloquialisms he'd been picking up over the trip.

Although conventional transition to the job market and family life didn't interest and therefore banks would be unnecessary. His dream, or the notion that had stuck in his mind the longest, was to 'invest' his money into mobile accommodations. Back home in Minnesota they had a former neighbor that bought a house boat and would change up where he was anchored around the shores of the Great Lakes.

Something with just Mace, the puffs, and the world.

Distracted in this thought, Mace forgot which way to turn and when he sat at the table he found it was the Gyrffindor one. "Eh, while I'm here," he said to himself, grabbing some breakfast food for his plate. There was a girl reading across from him and few others in the general vicinity.

"How's it hanging?"

Lydian was indulged in her book on Unicorns ready to start her research for her assignment in her Newt Class Care of magical creatures with Hagrid as professor. She nibbled on her food taking slight sips from the goblet in front of her of pumpkin juice whilst she played with a loose blonde curl in her other hand, moments later she heard the seat opposite move as someone took a seat and then gently speak.

She looked up to notice opposite her was a tall brunette male student had taken the seat opposite her. She had never seen him before so she was guessing he was one of the foreign students that were using the castle as there home whilst it was the triwizard touriment. "Its going well so far thank you. Yours?" she responded to the boy in a friendly but slightly flirtasious manner.

Send and return euphemism if this kept up. But Mace led his mind out of the gutter. "So far so good." He ate half a sausage. "I've seen you about some of the NEWT classes." What a horrible acronym, it made Mace think the process was to nueter minds to limit them in the realm of prestigious academia.

"I used to be the guy with Pygmy Puffs on his hat to Hagrid said 'no snacks' for the other creatures.[1] Would you like one?"

1.	NEWT Class - Sept 1

Lydian smiled across at the boy slightly not maintaining eye contact for long as she focussed on the table slightly shy as she blushed a light shade of pink. "Really? Nobody usually sees me or notices me its kind of strange. Not in a bad way though i must admit thanks mace i remember who you are. " She smiled kindly at him.

"Really," Mace said. His offers if anyone wanted a puff were always authentic. But then the girl talked as if she had some kind of complex.

"No one notices you? Well then, I doubt the professors would have graduated you to this grade if they hadn't noticed your existence." He paused to chew thoughtfully. "You're pretty enough. Surprised you don't have a boyfriend then."

"As for puffs, you pick a color and I probably got one. And stripes have finally worked out too, though only in zebra and original pink and purple."

Lydian laughed as she felt her face turn a light shade of pink from the boys compliments. Usually she would have shunned all kindness away but something about this guy seemed so sincere. She smiled as he mentioned that the teachers must have noticed her. To which she replied with a gentle tone to her voice as if she was able to talk to the boy all day. "Well i suppose that would have to be the case. But i can assure you Milton that you have been the only student in history to have ever paid attention to me so far." she smiled slightly thankful as well as teasing.

It was then she was offered a puff. Never before had she been offered anything by anyone and it caught her rather off guard as she felt a wide smile cross her face as she bit her lower lip looking down hearing the comment about a boyfriend. "No boy in the right mind would want to date me." she laughed amused at the thought but also slightly saddened as every where she seemed to turn recently were happy couples. She nodded her head at him about the puff thinking of a colour. "Hmmm..... Do you have Green ones?" she asked smiling.

“You can call me Mace,” Milton ‘Mace’ Steinbeck replied while he thought about shaking his fist at whoever in the Tournament had gotten his slip of parchment in the Cup of Flames to bare his real name and not the nickname he had signed when he signed up to be a champion.

“They’d have to be dumb or something, not to date you.” Unless Mace later discovered she got very possessive or needy. Funny that she would joke about being single but Mace didn’t put too much thought into it.

“Green is plenty common. When you’ve got a free point today you can stop outside our dorms for the year on the third floor, you talk the hall past that hunchbacked witch statue you’ve got and then let your ears lead you around the corner, we always keep the wireless loud in the common room. It’s where I had to move the puff pen once the weather got cold.”

Lydian smiled warmly at Mace as she watched him write his name to put inside the goblet in almost perfect caligraphy. She certainly seemed to be getting along great with the senior as well as to be impressed. She smiled as he spoke about people dating her as she wasn't used to people paying this much attention to her never mind someone like Steinbeck.

She listened to his instructions as she also wrote down a to do list so she could remember where to go. Before to long she found herself intrigued by the student. "I'd love to. When would you like me to come?" she asked him politely.