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"And do not, under any circumstances, let go of your brothers."
It was the last thing she'd said, the very last time he'd seen her alive. It was easy to keep up on his promise when they were at Xavier's, less so to the point of impossibility at Arkham. Here at Hogwarts though, he was trying his damnedest to comply with Shen's last wishes.

Every morning he woke at dawn to meet Leonardo for a jog around the grounds, then they would eat breakfast together. After breakfast he'd meet up with Donatello for 6th Year Charms, and following that either lunch or the library. The evenings found Mike either seated at the Gryffindor table with Raph, or just across the way at the Hufflepuff table. Then they would spend the rest of the night goofing off and avoiding homework until either lights out were called, or he was asked to leave the Gryffindor common room.

But right now? In the sweet spot just post lunch and before dinner? That's his time. And today he's utilizing that time to sit on the steps outside the front door and sketch the surrounding grounds.

It was amazing what you could buy, borrow, or snag from people at this school. Nearly everything was for sale or lease for the right price. Through a series of favors and promises Mike had managed to scrape together a semi-decent art kit. Today was the day he was going to try out the charcoals he'd gotten in a trade from a really cute girl in Ravenclaw.

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Kirika tends towards pastels herself. It what she knows.

Mike gets a nod as she clears the doors, gets out of the way and takes a deep breath. It is good to b e outside.

Mike grins back at her for a brief moment before looking back down at his GREAT ARTS!

"Oh that's it, just take all the fresh air, why don't you?"

Mike gets a small smile.

"I would," she says, "But where would I put it?"

Keep it inside and it is not fresh anymore.

"Oh I see, so not only are you a thief, but you're a bad thief too. Typical.

"It is not my strong point, no," admits Kirika, "Or fencing. Either sort."

Ranged when ever possible. That's the ticket.

"Yeah, me neither," he says with a wrinkle of his nose. "Where's the challenge with poking people with sticks? There's no fun in that.:

"I don't know," says Kirika, "Some of it looks fun in movies."

She mimes some minor swashbuckling to illustrate her point.

Mike's smile increases by a value of 2. It's not every witch and wizard who knows what a movie is.

"Of course it looks fun. Swordfighting in movies is more like dancing than anything else, and dancing is fun."

Plays generally have the wrong sorts of angles for the fight scenes. Alas.

"Really? I've never danced. I think."

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"So..." drawls a Kate who's actually been looking for him. "How would you get to the top of a fifteen foot room without using those claws of yours or a broom?"

She's so good at breaking the ice isn't she?

Mike, who doesn't look up, answers her seemingly bizarre question without missing a beat.

"Momentum."

"Okay," she replies in the same tone of voice. "Would you still be able to place an origami in the crown molding without damaging it that way?"

Obviously this mystery must be solved.

Mike's pretty unflappable, but that second question is awfully specific. He looks up at her and raises an eyebrow.

"Me? Probably not, no."

She pulls a paper turtle (http://2serve.livejournal.com/1997.html) from her robe and holds it up. "I found this in the weirdest place last night. It wasn't enchanted or anything and I'm tempted to take it apart to see if there's anything written. But I don't know that I'd be able to get it back together right."

Plus you don't just take apart clues right?

Mike's eyes widen ever so slightly when he sees the turtle. See, for him, the pieces come together pretty quickly, and there's only one person at Hogwarts that could pull of what she's suggesting.

"Yeah, that's all like, fancy and stuff."

"So could you still do it? There's no tears or extra creases that I can see, so it wasn't just shoved it."

"You keep saying you. Do you mean me? Specifically? Or like...anyone?"

He can't lie if he's not entirely sure what he's supposed to be lying about.

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He's sitting between the Quidditch Pitch and the kitchens. Does he know that?

Actually, he's sitting directly where Mel wants to walk. She'd go around him but - art supplies take up half the step.

"Watch it. If someone falls on on this stuff they'll break their neck."

"Well wouldn't that serve them right for not knowing how to tuck and roll," he says without looking up from his sketching.

Well, she can't say that he doesn't have a point.

She just leaps over the step in question and carries on up.

Mike just grins when there's silence where the retort should be.
Then it hits him:

That was Mel that just passed.
There're few ways to get that girl off the pitch.

He turns towards her. "Hey Mel? Is practice over?"

And one of them is food, so this better not take long.

She stops and glances over her shoulder, down at him.

"Yeah. Why? You wanted to spy on technique?"

Mike begins to pack up his supplies. It seems his Alone Time will soon be at an end.

"Please, like I'd be any help what so ever with that. I wouldn't know a good play if it jumped up and down on my head doing the Macarena."

Again. He has a point. Mell shrugs. "It's nearly dinnertime anyway."

Well, it's not. But she's hungry.

"Aww man, already? But...I just got here!"

He reaches for a pencil and pulls a face.

"I think my butt fell asleep."