* Max trips on the last staircase on the way to his room. Immediately, a bed of 
moss erupts on the stairs and Max flops into it. A muffled "oof" is heard.
* Harry _speeds_ up behind Max taking long steps, and ends up twisting around 
him when he trips, barely avoiding. He stops moving and looks down at Max. "Oi! 
Hey, Max."
* Max lies there. ~W-what do you want?~
* Harry blinks, and thinks back, ~Just catching up. You looked fuckin' spooked.~
* Max sits up. "I don't ... um, er. It was j-just ... uh wrong. B-bad."
* Claire comes into the area, rubbing her shoulder. "Hey."
* Harry nods a little, faint smirk. "Yeah, well, that's people." He looks over 
and nods to Claire.
* Max freezes as Claire approaches, then slowly unsticks. He stands up on the 
stairs and the bed of moss disappears. "H-hi."
<Claire> Hi.  How are you?
* Max blinks. "Uh... s-stressed."
<Claire> I gathered.
<Max> I um w-was going to my r-room. Er w-would you like to c-come?
* Claire rubs her shoulder. She smiles. "Sure."
* Harry chuckles. "Me? Sure."
<Harry> Although I don't know when class is supposed to start.
* Sam comes jogging up, having caught up, "So there you guys are."
<Harry> ... if class is supposed to start.
<Harry> It's Saturday. Who starts school on Saturday? 
<Claire> ( It ain't gonna start this session, that's for sure XD )
* Max also blushes, but manages to make it up the stairs ... until Sam appears, 
at which point he freezes.
* Harry looks back at Sam. "Yep. Good eyesight, Sam."
* Claire waves with her good arm. "Hey Sam."
* Sam grins a bit proudly, "Well, they said if you eat a lot of carrots..."
<Harry> They do? Huh.
* Harry looks over at Max. "Uh. Did you two actually introduce yourselves? Was 
out of it back there."
<Max> N-no.
<Sam> Ah. Well. Hey. *waves to Max, directing a cute smile towards him* I'm 
Samantha Winston.
* Max would blush if he wasn't already. "M-Max Novello."
<Sam> Well then. Nice to meet yah.
* Max looks around, and then finishes walking up the stairs to his door, which 
is right at the top of the steps.
* Claire follows. She levitates up the stairs. And nearly trips when she doesn't 
quite levitate up the last one, but stumbles and catches herself.
* Harry lets Max and Claire walk and looks down towards Samantha. "Well, now 
that that's over, Samantha, Max'd invited us to his room. Dunno if you want to 
risk asking or not. My invitation stands, though, if Claire and Max want to talk 
alone."
<Max> Um s-she can come. If she w-wants.
<Sam> Well. I wouldn't mind taking your invitation... But either way I'm fine.
* Harry grins at Sam. "Well, I'd go with Max, then. Who knows when you'll get 
another chance." He winks at her and then follows Max up.
<Claire> ( And then Max turned into a Malboro and ate us. ;_; )
* Sam climbs up the stairs then to follow! "Very well, then!"
* Max opens the door and heads inside, leaving it open.
* Claire follows. She glances around the room. "Sooooo... I always see you 
reading."
* Sam reaches the top of the stairs and heads for the room and inside.
<Max> [ The inside of the place is, unsurprisingly, coated in plant life. The 
only uncovered places are the Star Trek posters, an Amiga 2000, and the rather 
large bookcase, which has vines growing up the side anyways. All the plants do, 
however, appear to be at least potted. ]
<Max> Y-yes. Um I like reading.;
* Harry follows Max in! And looks around for a place to sit.
<Sam> I noticed. Not a bad place.
<Max> (I'm sure there are chairs in the rooms.)
* Harry nods. "Looks like you've put down roots already, so to speak." He grabs 
a chair and sits in it, over-the-back style. "Oh, I'm too tired to even think up 
good jokes."
* Claire nods. "It's like myself and my games."
* Max sits in a clump of vines he grows out of the wall. "E-everybody needs 
something they do um for f-fun."
<Max> Though uh I've been r-reading the book for class.
* Claire nods. "I've read it four times now."
* Sam blinks, "Already?"
<Claire> ( Hear that, Potter? Max likes my games, so nyah! :P )
<Harry> (Stuff it, Malfoy!)
* Harry chuckles. "Claire's a fast reader, and she got a head start. I've read 
it, uh, 1/40th. Or something. How many chapters are there again?"
<Claire> ( Malfoy? ;_; I'm too smart to be Malfoy ;_; )
<Harry> (What, Would you rather be Snape?)
<Claire> ( I'm Fleur. That should be obvious :P )
<Max> I r-read Th-th-three Muskateers years um ago. Dr. McCoy um said to read 
Count of M-monte Cristo.
<Claire> That one I've read five times.
<Sam> I'm not too big on books...
<Max> I uh only need to read th-them once.
* Claire tilts her head. "You remember them all?"
* Harry blinks, then says, "That's pretty awesome."
* Claire nods.
<Sam> Isn't that called something like... photographic memory?
<Max> Ei-ei-eidetic.
<Max> It's um handy. Sometimes.
* Claire nods. "I could imagine.
<Sam> It sounds very handy on homework.
<Max> Y-yes.
* Sam imagines how good she'd be if she had it... and WISHES she had it.
<Max> I uh d-don't know if it's a m-mutant power or not.
* Harry frowns, then says, "Eh, who cares?"
<Claire> Hmm... Well, non-mutants can have it.
<Sam> If normal people can get it. I don't see how its a mutant power.
<Max> S-side effect, maybe.
* Harry looks over at Sam. "Someone could be strong by bodybuilding, or by 
mutant stuff, right?"
* Claire looks over at Sam. "Well, normal people can also be fairly strong, 
or..."
* Claire nods at Harry.
* Harry glances at Claire! Aah! We're thinking alike now!
<Claire> ( Awesome. Let's play video games! XD )
<Harry> (Hell no! XD)
<Sam> Well. Wouldn't ei... That kind of memory be something you gain from birth? 
Getting strong manually isn't the same.
<Claire> ( Curse you, Potter! :( )
* Harry smiles weakly. "It was just an analogy. Why couldn't this mutant stuff 
give you something that exceptional people had too?"
* Claire nods.
<Max> It um doesn't really matter.
<Claire> You're right.
<Sam> Guess so.
* Harry rubs his head, then says, "Oh1 I missed you all yesterday, Max, so I 
didn't get to ask why you were making plants turn into... flying saucers?"
* Claire blinks. "U.F.O.s?"
* Max smiles. "Um a new TV show. Premiered uh yesterday."
<Harry> (Was it yesterday?)
<Max> (I think so.)
<Harry> (I can't remember, and the only place you would have mentioned it was 
/msg logs. ^^;)
<Claire> Oh. I've never watched much TV.
<Max> (I'm fairly sure it was.)
<Sam> What is it called? The show, I mean.
<Max> I um like Star Trek, which, uh. You can see. The new show is ah called the 
X-Files.
* Harry looks at the Star Trek posters as if it were thee first time he were 
seeing/hearing of them.
<Sam> I've seen a couple episodes of Star Trek... So, what's X-Files about?
* Claire does too. "Oh, I remember seeing a Star Trek movie or two. Like where 
they went back to modern times.... Um, didn't really care for that one much."
* Claire snaps her fingers. "But the game wasn't bad! Uh, if you could get 
passed the academy thing, I mean. It was a neat shooter."
<Max> Star Trek IV was um a bad movie but er kind of funny. I thought. X-Files 
is about am two FBI agents who er go hunt down aliens. And stuff.
<Max> (And an odd side note I never knew - Mulder also has an eidetic memory. 
They really don't play that up much.)
<Harry> (Yeah, they don't.)
<Sam> Huh. I should see that the next time it comes on.
* Claire nods. "Me too. I could figure out how to turn it into a good game."
<Max> Um Dr. McCoy was uh watching with me. We could um commandeer the boathouse 
TV.
<Harry> (Ha ha! Claire's primary game place got commandeered.)
* Harry suddenly turns back to everyone and smiles weakly, "Uh. I guess I could 
watch. It just started, I couldn't have missed much, right?"
* Claire frowns. "The boathouse? But that's... I mean... If you wanted to watch, 
I guess I couldn't object, but..."
<Max> No. Um it was pretty good, though. They might uh show it later this 
week.... um if t-that's a problem I could find uh another TV...
* Claire waves her hands. "No, that's ok. I could go for an hour a week without 
it. Really. Besides, I do have a TV in my room or my Gameboy, if I get des... 
uh, if I want to play."
<Harry> (Face it, Malfoy, you're addicted. And who is Fleur?)
<Sam> You could watch with us.
<Claire> ( You Potterosity is insufficient! )
<Harry> (I can't remember every character. >_>)
<Claire> ( Of course not. You don't have an eidetic memory XD )
<Harry> (;_;)
<Claire> Or I could do that.
* Harry nods slightly.
* Max looks around. "Um, this has uh been nice but I um... need to eat."
<Sam> So we should go?
* Claire nods. "All right, Max. Hope to see you around."
<Claire> ( Curses. Front Mission was 1995 ;_; )
* Max blushes. "Y-yes. Please."
<Harry> (Ha ha.)
<Claire> ( This is all your fault, Potter! )
* Claire smiles and steps out.
* Sam smiles at him when he blushes, "So, I guess I'll take up your invitation 
now, Harry."
* Harry nods at Max and stands. "Uh. I'd say have a good meal, but it's more 
like... have a good sunbeam."
<Harry> So. Uh. Have a good sunbeam.
* Max nods, kind of distractedly.
<Sam> ... Sunbeam?
* Harry goes out of the room, saying as he passes Sam, "Don't worry about it, 
Samantha. And sure, no time like the present for a visit."
<Sam> Okay.
* Sam turns to follow Harry out!
<Max> (*Strips nekkid and lies in front of the window! XD*)
<Harry> (See, I knew that was coming.)
* Harry walks over to his room! Because that's where he and Sam are going!
* Claire heads off down the hall way. "Well, it looks like you two have 
something planned, so I guess I'll go play a game."
* Harry waves at Claire. "Have fun." It's mostly a statement with very little 
question in it! He's getting bebtter.
<Sam> You'll be in the boathouse, right?
<Claire> Yeah. Feel free to drop by.
<Sam> Okay! Bye.
* Claire waves and floats down the stairs. Shortly after a loud crashing noise 
can be heard.
* Sam waves to her casually, and follows Max to him room! "... I sure hope she's 
okay..."
* Harry opens the door to his room and goes in, saying, "She's probably okay. I 
mean, she doesn't float that fast, right?"
<Sam> Yeah.. Hope so. *enters behind him*
<Harry> [Splity-offy thing end!]