A plate laden with cookies, brownies, and other delicious treats sat on the table next to a tall glass of milk. A boy who was extremely appreciative of sweets of all sorts sat in front of said plate. Oddly enough, however, the sweets remained untouched, and the milk unsipped. Lysander Warrington was on a roll, and no matter how tantalizing the smell of hot fudge was, he could not stop. A lengthy roll of parchment was in front of him - so long, in fact, that it bypassed the plate and rolled off a few inches on the other side of the table. Lysander had ink smudged on his nose and a look of absolute zeal in his eyes. Some people had the audacity to say that Lysander shouldn't have been sorted into Ravenclaw - oh, how wrong they were.

He was on his conclusion sentence now, muttering furiously under his breath. "...despite the controversial results of the battle, the defeat of Lord Voldemort," a slight tremor went through his hand, and the "t" was oddly tilted, "was absolutely necessary. Britian would be-"

He tilted his chair precariously back on two legs. "...ruined, due to- no, annihilated, due to the- no, Britain would be...Britian would be..."

There were a few seconds of silence. "Depleted!" he roared suddenly, the chair falling back to the floor with a crash that made the house elves jump. "Britian would be greatly depleted, due to the fact that-"

But the sound of footsteps made him look up with a frown. What was anybody else doing down here at midnight? Midnight snacks were great and all, but not when they distracted him from finishing a Contemporary Wizarding History essay that he was actually quite enjoying. Still with a slight frown, he scribbled down the last key points of his essay and began to roll it up as the intruder drew nearer.

Jenna was extremely hungry, her stomach rumbling loudly in the empty halls of Hogwarts. She'd skipped dinner for some stupid reason and was really regretting her decision. She'd been up in the library trying to finish some last minute homework and the next thing she knew the sun was down and dinner was over. She wasn't one to slip a meal, and when she did she always ended up sneaking into the kitchens for some food. She knew the house elves would be more than willing to give her some food, she just had to be careful, detention would not be fun.

Jenna stumbled rather loudly into the kitchen, tripping over her own feet and almost doing a face plant. But luckily for her she caught herself just in time. When she straightened up she realized that she was not alone and nearly burst into a fit of laughter. She blushed, realizing that she had made a poor first impression. For one thing, she had just made a rather noisy and clumsy entrance. For another, she was in her pajamas: a pair of fuzzy black slippers, plaid flannel pajama pants, and a big hoodie. Her wavy blonde hair was down and a bit of a mess, and her makeup was smudged beneath her eyes. She literally looked like she had just crawled out of bed.

"Oh...." Jenna said quietly as she entered. "Uh, hello! Sorry to interrupt. I didn't think anyone would even be down here, clearly," she explained, looking down at motioning towards her messy appearance. "It's just that I was rather hungry, having missed dinner. So, uh .... yea." She paughed. "Oh! I almost forgot! I'm Jenna Wright, by the way. A seventh year Hufflepuff. Though I think I've seen you around."

Lysander jumped to his feet as a blonde fell into the room, his parchment unrolling to it's previous length. He was much too far away from the door to catch her, of course, but it surprised him so to see her almost fall down that he did the most instinctual thing that came to mind and jumped up. When she straightened he had to fight a smirk at the fact that she was very disheveled. Poor girl, she probably thought the kitchens were deserted this time of night. Lysander had made that mistake before, and although he usually chased whoever was there away, he was done with his essay and more than happy to have company...and he was quite certain she was not going to chase him, not in those slippers, anyway.

It was a good thing for her that he was able to tell she was in her pajamas - Lysander had a very low tolerance for what he considered bad dressing in others, but seeing as his own pajamas were rather ragged (they were more comfortable that way!), he figured he was in no shape to lecture her.

In any case, he let her talk herself into silcence before speaking himself, rolling up his very long essay as he spoke, but being sure to keep eye contact with her. It was, after all, the polite thing to do. "Pleased to meet you, Miss Wright. Lysander Warrington, Ravenclaw," he said, "Don't think anything of it, I was just finishing up." His eyes fell on the plate of sweets in front of him. "With my essay, not food," he corrected, taking a seat as he sealed his parchment, "You say you missed dinner...feel like skipping straight to dessert?" He motioned to the platter in front of him and his stomach gave a rumble as he reached for a large chocolate chunk cookie, which dunked into the glass of milk before being devoured.

There is nothing in the world quite like the appetite of a teenage boy - even an exceptionally well-mannered one.

Now that the initial shock of embarrasment was over Jenna was able to take a proper look at the boy who stood before her. She had seen him around before, they were in the same year. It quickly became obvious that he had been writing an essay of some sort before she had literally tumbled into the kitchens. Had she known that someone was already occupying the kitchens she might of bothered to at least of put a pair of jeans on, or something of the sort. But, naturally, there was no knowing when someone would already be there, and tonight just happened to be one of those nights.

"Pleased to meet you too Mr. Warrington" Jenna said with a warm smile. "If you don't mind me asking, do you often do your homework here in the kitchens at midnight?" Admittedly, it seemed a rather odd place to do homework, and even odder time. But who was she to lecture on that? If she bothered with homework as much as she should she probably would be doing it down here too.

Jenna's stomach gave an involuntary rumble just as Lysander offered the food that was placed in front of him. She grinned. "Dessert sounds fantastic." she said as she moved over to the table where Lysander was sitting, where she took her own chocolate chunk cookie, which she washed down with a glass of milk that the house elves had already brought over for her.

Lysander grinned at the question. He knew his tendency to do his homework in the kitchens was an odd one - but she didn't know the half of it. He had very peculiar study habits.

"Actually, yes," he admitted, a sheepish smile on his face. "Not all the time, though. Sometimes I like to sit in an abandoned hallway, or by a window with a nice view, or, say, in a spacious broom closet - I know it's a little eccentric." He reached for an eclair and shrugged. "I go where the homework takes me," he declared, "Makes for...er...artistic inspiration. And it usually always takes me places late at night."

He grinned as he bit into the delicious dessert, feeling strangely at ease. This Jenna Wright - she was easy to talk to, pajamas and makeup disheveled as they may be. Most people would have had to pry to get that much infomration out of Lysander. Maybe his head was addled from writing the essay. He was happy to have her join him and, as always, was impressed by the service of the house elves. As soon as she accepted the invitation, he had made to get up to go get her a glass of milk as well, but they beat him to it.

"So, why did you miss dinner?" he asked curiously.

Jenna couldn't help but laugh. "I'm sorry. But I have to admit, those are quite possibly the most random places to do homework that I've ever heard of. I guess every person has a place they work best" She said with a slight shrug. Who was she to argue with that though. There had been many nights where she'd curled up in the corner of the common room, almost hidden from everyone else, while she desperately tried to finish her homework that was due the next day.

Jenna peered at the plate, apparently at a loss of what to have next. It all looked rather delicious to her. After a moments hesitation she took a brownie from the plate. Naturally, it was delicious, as was everything else on the plate. She took a sip from her milk, a perfect combination, brownies and milk. She looked at Lysander, glad, now, that there was someone else in the kitchens. Being down here with just the house elves tended to get lonely and boring. Having desserts with a fellow student made it that much more enjoyable. Conversation was much better with a student than a house elf.

"Oh. I missed dinner because I was up in the library trying to cram in the rest of my homework. I'm a bit of a procastinator, it's a bad habit, but I honestly find homework really dull. I prefer being outside and playing around, you know?" Jenna told the boy before her, a smile on her face. It was true. She was terrible for leaving everything to the last minute.

Lysander chuckled at Jenna's words. "Yeah, I suppose it is a bit random," he conceded, "But never mess with a system that works, I say." He didn't know why he was always able to work best in places that weren't meant for studying. Sometimes he just needed some uninterrupted solitude. The library could be rather annoying, with the sound of shuffling pages, scratching quills, and he often found himself trying to "race" the other students in finishing his essays. Yes, he had a bit of a competitive streak. Studying in secluded places had other perks, as well - because nobody ever saw him studying, they simply assumed that he didn't. He didn't think Jenna knew how privileged she was to have this information.

He found Jenna's summary of homework a bit disappointing - in any case, it differed greatly from his. He often found himself intrigued by a good essay topic (yes, he actually considered some 'good'). "Well, Quidditch can take me away from an essay almost every time," he conceded, "But yet another well-hidden secret of mine; I enjoy homework." He shrugged with a smile. "But hey, I'm only a Ravenclaw living up to my name. Just don't tell anyone; it'll ruin my reputation." He gave her a wink and a smirk, both Lysander trademarks that weren't nearly as well hidden as his studying habits.

Lysander surveyed the sweets before him thoughtfully as he sipped his milk. He decided on another cookie, finding himself pleasantly surprised with the situation he was in. He was awake at midnight, talking to a girl he was not trying to seduce, and having a good time...well, there was a first time for everything.

"So, I've told you my secrets, it's your turn," he said decidedly, a hint of mischief in his voice, "I mean, come on, finding out I write essays in broom closets - you could totally use that against me. I need some leverage here." His grin was playful and expectant - of course he wasn't expecting a deep dark secret, but hey, she had learned more about him in five minutes than most people learned in a year. That had to count for something.

"As long as it works." Jenna said with a smile before finishing off her brownie. She was never really into the whole homework thing, she often did better when she was stressed about it anyways. She almost felt guilty about her procastination as she was talking to Lysander. Of course, they happened to be complete opposites on that matter. "It's not so much that I even procastinate, but I can honestly say that I work and produce better when I'm stressed out over it. I am pretty bad for leaving everything to the last minute though" Jenna admitted, still almost guilty about that.

"Are you on the team? I love quidditch, but I'm not much for competing with it. I prefer to just have fun with it. I'm a bit strange like that I guess. I guess you could say I'm a very laid back person." She told the Ravenclaw. It was true, though. She hated competing, despite the fact that she was very athletic, and had been known not to take things as seriously as she should. Jenna preferred to enjoy things as they came, rather than plan every thing out. Spontaneous, some would call her. "Never mess with a system that works, right?"

Jenna had a sweet tooth, but she had to take a small break from the delicious treats in front of her. They were delicious and all, but there was only so much one could eat in one go. The brownie had been rather rich and she was washing it down with her milk, leaving a bit of a milk mustache which she wiped off with a napkin.

"My turn? Oh gosh. There's really nothing exciting about me" Jenna racked her brains for some sort of juicy information about herself that not many people knew. The only piece of information that she'd kept well hidden was that she was going out with the DADA professor, but she wasn't sure she could trust Lysander with that yet. If she spilled that to anyone it could cost Logan his job. "What kind of information would you like to know? I'm a pretty open person, to be honest I really don't have that many secrets." She paused, "I guess I'm just a really boring person."

"Guilty as you well should," Lysander replied teasingly, "Geez, procrastinating has to be like one of the seven deadly sins, right?" He then took a moment to hope that she was familiar with Muggle religion so that she could fully get this picture. Even if she didn't though, it was pretty self-explanatory.

"Ah, I was on the team," he corrected, "Third and fourth year. See, I had to take a couple of breaks during my fifth and sixth year...kept breaking bones and not having time and such. Some people said I was overly competitive, a bit of a show off, but," he continued confidently, "come on, if a team beats you it's bad enough, but if they rub it in your face, you've gotta do something about it." He shrugged nonchalantly, not caring to expand on the fact that doing something about it had included hitting a bludger ("accidentally", his bat went out of control) and then dropping said bat on the head of the opposing team's captain (unfortunately, this had been a Gryffindor, and they weren't exactly known for their placid tempers, hence the broken arm). "Anyway, I think I'm gonna try again this year," he concluded, feeling he would be able to keep hsi bat to himself this time.

"Boring?" Lysander scoffed, "Nah, you're not boring." He, too, was feeling the weight of the sweets now, and he drained his milk glass and grinned at her with a milk mustache that he didn't wipe off immediately. "You're just secretive, I'm sure of it," he declared, wiping away his own false mustache. "I'll find out eventually, just you wait," he informed her confidently.

And it was definitely true that Lysander Warrington could be one determined individual. For some strange reason, he felt drawn to Jenna. And not in the usual way he felt drawn to girls, which would have involved a lot less clothing and a lot less talking. He tilted his chair back onto two legs and stretched his arms, yawning as he did so. Slightly shocked at his own lack of manners at the moment, he at least covered his mouth with one hand. The essay had apparently taken enough energy out of him that even the large amounts of sugar now running through his bloodstream could not save him.

Jenna laughed, "I wouldn't call it that. But it is a bad habit that I should probably try and kick. Of course, I've been procastinating on that too. There's nothing wrong with getting distracted or finding something more exciting to do. No offense or anything, but homework isn't exactly the most enjoyable thing in the world."

Jenna listened happily, she could understand the competitve streak. While she wasn't normally competitive she could get really worked up over a game and sometimes losing really just sucked. She wondered, though, what he had done that had cost him the position on the team. It can't of been that bad. Either way, she wasn't going to be nosey. Curiousity was what killed the cat. She might not abide by that, but after stuffing her face with treats she couldn't really be bothered to be curious. She was tired and full. "Well good luck with those quidditch tryouts. What position do you play?"

Jenna shrugged. He could dig up whatever he wanted on her. There wasn't much to find, so it wasn't too much of a threat. Though, admittedly, she was rather nervous that he might find out about her and Logan and rat them out. But she hoped he wasn't that much of a goody two shoes. He might enjoy homework, but that didn't make him a brown-noser right?

"Dig up what you want. There isn't much to find I suppose. I'm not secretive, really. But every girl has their secrets right?" She laughed. "Just don't be too nosey alright? I've got to keep some secrets. It goes with being a girl" She was being mildly sarcastic, and it was obvious in her tone. But behind the sarcasm there was some truth in the warning.

Lysander laughed. He knew he was a bit abnormal about homework. "Well, I beg you'll let me hide behind the Ravenclaw stereotype when it comes to homework," he said, half-laughing, "But no worries, I hold no grudges to those who despise it."

He could tell she was mildly curious about what he had done to have kept him from Quidditch fifth and sixth year, but she didn't ask, and he didn't tell. He felt that she had already learned enough about him that night. After all, he was usually so secretive that he did his homework in broom closets...disclosing information was not something that usually came so easily to him. "Beater," he replied with relish. Hitting things was very fun when there was a good excuse for it (well, even when there wasn't, actually), and sports qualified as a very socially acceptable excuse.

He could not help but laugh again at her warning, but not in a mean way. He just felt she had gotten him wrong.. "Oh, no worries," he answered with a smile, "I mean, I spend enough of my time doing research for homework, it would be far too much work to try and dig up dirt on you, too. No, Miss Wright - Jenna - I am going to befriend you," he declared. "I'm a good friend...I think," he added as an afterthought. He had never really pursued a friendship very vigorously before, but he couldn't see why he would be bad at it. "Besides, you don't have to worry about girl stuff like gossip with me," he added brightly, "That's gotta be annoying, eh?"

He scooted back his chair with finality. Yep, he was going to make her his friend whether she liked it or not. It could be fun, and he needed a little more fun in his life. Hopefully, he thought anxiously, she wouldn't be too opposed to having him as a friend. He hadn't been too offensive in anything he had said, had he?

"In any case, it's late and we should probably both get to bed," he said, noting that she looked as tired as he was and stifling another yawn. "But it was really nice talking to you," he added sincerely.