Quidditch PV James Lachoneus Closed

James caught up to Kat, and started walking through the corridors next to her. He was excited to go and have an adventure, but Kat didn't seem so enthused with the idea anymore. She seemed embarrassed or upset about something, but James couldn't tell what. 
He leaned forward a bit, to get a glimpse of her face.
"Hey? Are you okay?" he asked.
He couldn't go around doing mischief with her if something was wrong... plus, James didn't want there to be anything wrong.
While Kat was still looking down, James quickly stepped aside and grabbed a helmet off of a suit of armor as quietly as he could. He placed it on his head, making himself look ridiculous and returned to Kat's side without her noticing. Once she looked up at him, she had to laugh... James hoped... being random like this always made people laugh, and smiling usually came along with laughing. James tried to breath quietly so that she wouldn't hear something weird with his breathing and look up... at least not yet... James wanted her to look up on her own and see it, because that would make it a lot funnier.

Kat sighed silently, slightly relieved yet worried.
He didn't see?
I guess not. Aw man. I was hoping he would.
Of course, you would, but I don't want anyone to know... well to see the eye yet, or ill have to explain it and explaining the eye will be doing more than just explaining the eye. I'd have to go into depth about my past and that's not happening, not anytime soon. The second voice huffed at that, still mumbling about how it would have been fine if he saw it.
Kat heard James ask if she was okay and she turned to him, about to answer but the words fell and she stared at him, slightly confused for a second before smiling, turning away and chuckling "That's dumb," she shook her head, nudging him lightly with her elbow. "I don't think that the armour is very happy you took its head." She motioned to the armour that was squeaking as it started to tap where its helmet had been "I think he wants it back." She smiled, tapping on the helmet with her painted black fingernail before shoving her hands into the pockets of her robes, looking at James.

James laughed out loud, not able to keep it in any longer.
"That's dumb." Kat said, chuckling at his performance.
James grinned from withing the metal helmet.
"Yeah, but it's funny." he argued playfully. He was glad she had laughed, of course, because that's what he had been trying to get. From inside the helmet, and looking out of the narrow eye holes, James had also seen the traces of a smile on her face, which was exactly what he had been looking for.
"I don't think that the armour is very happy you took its head." she said, "I think he wants it back."
James turned to look back at the set of armor that was panicking at the loss of feeling where it's head would be. At first, James was surprised. He didn't know that the suits moved. 
James shooed Kat's hand away playfully as she tapped on the helmet. He then reached his hands up and slid the helmet off of his head and nodded.
"You're right. I should apologize." he said, resisting the urge to laugh.
James turned and walked back to the set of armor who was slowly making it's way off of it's pedestal, with it's arms outstretched in front of it.
"Over here!" James called, trying to get it's attention. The armor stopped in mid-step and turned around to face in his direction. James stepped up in front of it and reached up to screw its head back on. Once the head was securely in place, the armor looked back and forth, probably trying out the joints in its neck.
James watched it curiously. To what extent were the suits alive? Did they have feelings? 

Kat watched the other suits of armour quiver slightly as suits hadn't been oiled in a while, they squeaked quietly. "They thought it was funny too." She walked up to one of the suits and smiled "Can I do the same to you?" As soon as she had asked that question, the suit of armour stopped its attempt as laughing at the other suit whos head had been gone. "My mum says they're like people. Have the same feelings, can think for themselves, and have a sense of humour but they're like actual knights or soldiers that protect the queen," She said off-handedly as if reading James' mind though she had guessed by the way that he was looking at the armour what was going on in his head. 

Kat tapped the armour lightly, wondering the last time that they had been oiled and what time frame the armour was from, along with other thoughts that didn't matter that she just wanted to know. That was one thing that Kat took pride in, her knowledge of useless facts that she knew wouldn't come in handy but was something that she took time to look up to make sure wasn't accidentally lying. "Let's go," She said to James quietly, not caring if they went right that moment or not.

James nodded absentmindedly, while still watching the suit of armor.
So these things did have feelings and emotions. They were almost exactly like people... except they weren't actually living. James wondered if they were capable of dying.
The suit of armor began to nod it's head as it took James' hand and shook it. James took this as a show of gratitude. He shook the metal hand back, and smiled. The suit shook his hand for a moment longer, before jumping back. The armor began to wave its hands in a sort of beckoning motion. James cocked his head at it, confused as to what it was doing.
"Hey, Kat? Do you know what..." James started, but stopped as the suit changed motions, trying a new tactic of communicating with James. As the armor continued to wave his hands around, James watched as it pointed to itself, then to James and wiggled two of it's fingers in a walking motion. Then, it pulled out its sword from the sheath and positioned itself in a ready position.
"Oh!" James exclaimed. "I think he wants to come with us! And guard us or something..."
James' theory was proven by the suit eagerly shaking its head.

Kat looked over at James and the suit, her hair moving again but she quickly pushed it back in place, hoping that James hadn't seen. Her face didn't go face that time and she smiled at the armour, jerking her head down towards the end of the corridors "Then why are we wasting time? Let's go," She chuckled, walking over to them both and grabbing the armour's hand "Onwards! To get the broomstick of legends!' She exclaimed, not loud enough to get in trouble or have anyone else hear her but loud enough for them to hear her. 
By guard, he better mean telling us if someone is coming, distracting them, or helping us escape. Said the second voice as Kat smiled at James, tilting her head to the side, giving her an innocent look yet causing her red eye to be more visible than normal but Kat hadn't noticed yet and was going to try and not worry about her eye too much.
Yea, we really don't need to be expelled for someone dying 'cause he tried protecting us.
Kat started walking again, humming softly to herself, letting her guard down slightly and trying to come off as nicer. Though she had an air of being slightly rude and brushed people off really easily, she was trying to lower her walls, not by much but enough to make her less on edge about everything around her.

James grinned at Kat's optimism.
"Then why are we wasting time? Let's go," Kat exclaimed.
James grabbed a hold of the suit's other hand and pointed forward through the corridors. 
"Yes! Onward!" he said, keeping his voice to a medium volume.
"Onward! To get the broomstick of legends!" Kat said.
"Yes! To the broomstick of legends-" James repeated.
Wait, what? James thought. He let out a small laugh at Kat's comment.
As they started to walk, James looked over at Kat and saw her red eye again. She hadn't told him yet how she got it, but James didn't mind too much. He thought it didn't look bad, and it looked pretty cool, if he was being completely honest. 
As they continued down the corridor, James found their trio humorous, because it reminded him a bit of the muggle tale called "The Wizard of Oz". He imagined the suit of armor walking next to him was the Tin Man who joined Dorothy, who would probably be Kat, on her journey. But then, what would James be? The dog, Toto? The Scarecrow? James couldn't really imagine himself as either... but if he was ever to be in a play for the Wizard of Oz, James wouldn't complain about playing either role...

Kat started running her hands on the armour, it made a noise, seeming almost embarrassed when she ran her hand down the arm, cleaning it of any dust or dirt. "Oh stop, you're really dusty, I'm just cleaning you off," She whined quietly and continued dusting it off "Wait, couldn't there be female suits of armour?" She asked aloud though she did not mean to, causing her cheeks to flush a light pink. "Oops, did I say that out loud?" She asked even though she was already well aware of the fact that she had. 

Kat smiled and glanced at James, thinking about how it was strange that a Slytherin and a Hufflepuff had become friends, especially with the stereotypes surrounding their houses. While there were Hufflepuffs that actually shook when she passed and how the other houses avoided her like the plage, all because she was in Slytherin. She didn't mind it too much and tended to use it to her advantage to stay alone or mess with some of the people in the school that she had seen through their fake laughs and kindness towards others. She especially liked messing with the ones that acted so kind yet could be heard snickering less than 20 seconds after the person had left. She tended to walk by and hiss in their ear, repeating their words back to them, causing them to shake like a leaf which Kat found amusing.

James figured they must be near the broomstick cupboard, where the "Broomstick of Legends" lies in wait for them.
James had let go of the armor's hand for a while now, but turned to face Kat when she spoke again, catching James' attention.
"Wait, couldn't there be female suits of armour?"
James considered this for a moment.
"Oops, did I say that out loud?" Kat added, and James saw a slight blush. James didn't know why, but he found it sightly amusing and he laughed a tiny bit.
"I don't know... do suits of armor have genders?" James asked, looking up at the suit of armor towering above them.
The armor angled its head to look down at him, and then shook its head. But then the armor looked up at the ceiling as if it was having second thoughts, and followed by shrugging instead.
"Oh... well, I guess that makes a little sense..." James mused, "I mean, that you don't know... seeing as you are always just standing in place... but, hey! Now you're with us!"
The armor seemed quite happy about this. And it was then that James realized it might need a name.
"Hey," he said, turning to Kat, "I feel a little bad just calling it 'the suit' or 'the armor'... should we get a name for it?" he asked, looking between the suit and Kat. "And maybe stop calling it 'it'?"