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Milan had gone up to the Prefect meeting room that morning, wanting to plan an event to try and make his mark on the school. Of course, he'd bring it up to the other prefects and god forbid Aria after he'd come up with some sort of a plan. The whiteboard in the room had lots of ideas in his messy hand, each in a different color. His current favorite was a school carnival, with all of the clubs contributing to fun ideas. Part of him wanted to do a school-wide fashion show, but he was 1000% certain Aria would rip that idea to shreds.

Tapping the blue marker on the board, he started writing out some ideas. The school carnival was really probably the best idea. Plus, if they opened up the school to the whole magical community for the event, they could make some real money. But what about the kids who probably wouldn't be able to afford to play? Perhaps he'd make sure all the students started with a set amount, then could win more through the day?

"Hmmm.. hm hm hm..."

Up on the board, Milan had decided to lean into the carnival idea. He wrote a few additional ideas under the carnival, such as an art sale, bake sale, maybe a magical petting zoo sort of situation. It would certainly be fun to get all of the clubs involved, even though it would be a bit more of a logistical nightmare. Perhaps he could send letters over to all the club hosts, or he could visit their clubs for a few minutes to speak with the captains. Most likely, he'd have to rope in the professors overseeing the clubs as well...

Milan was too focused on his thoughts to hear the door open, and continued listing ideas on the board. It wasn't until someone spoke behind him that Milan turned sharply, eyes wide from being startled. "Oh jeez, I didn't even hear the door. Hey Aria. How're you this afternoon?" The Gryffindor walked over to stand beside him, asking what he was plotting, then saying he'd need her assistance to pull this off. Apparently people looked up to her more than him. "They probably do, sure. But I definitely don't need anyone's help. I would like your help, however."

He nodded once, turning back to the board. "So my thoughts are to host a carnival so we can raise funds for all the clubs. If we can get them all on board, it could turn out to be a super fun event. Plus, I know lots of people who would want to pitch in." He tapped the blue marker to the board once more, then started writing out the clubs. Maybe Aria could help him come up with some ideas for the clubs. "I was thinking we could invite the whole magical community, that way we can let parents, friends, and anyone else see all the hard work everyone's been putting in for their clubs. And, y'know, that way we can make sure to get some more money to help those clubs and activities. And with a bigger coffer of funds, more kids can add more clubs to continue diversifying the school."

Blue eyes glanced over at the girl, wondering what was going through her head. He wasn't stupid, he knew Aria didn't like him, but he would like her assistance on this event. It was a ton of hard work, and he knew she was smart and probably full of ideas. "What do you think, Aria?" Hopefully he could eventually prove himself to her (and everyone else that was mad he'd gotten chosen for Head Boy), but he already knew it would be a nightmare. He didn't honestly think it was possible to get in her good graces.... unless you were Ron, of course.

As Aria spoke, pointing out his apparent need for help, then noting his miserable state last term, Milan hung his head in a bit of shame. She did acknowledge that he didn't seem to have his problem, even though she remained doubtful. He didn't really mind her suspicion, because if he had watched himself last year, he'd be doubtful too. "I understand. I was... in a bad state last year. But, if it helps settle your doubt, I've been clean since my... fall from grace. It was hard work, but I pulled myself back up." He looked at her, dark blue eyes seeming a mile deep. "That said, I really would value your help on this project. I know you want to leave your mark on the school."

While he had written the club names, Aria was studying his notes on the board. She immediately asked about the teams, so he nodded, writing the teams down as well. "Hey, that's a good idea. Maybe they can allocate some funds to new brooms for the kids without them? Or just some general equipment, since the school maintains the grounds beautifully." He nodded a few times, looking over to see what to do. Aria said that it shouldn't be them coming up with ideas, but the hosts of each of the clubs. She then launched into an idea of getting her mom to come sign up some autographs, then how the language club might do a translation or something. "Yea, I was definitely going to work with the club leaders more, I'm just... trying to do some overall brainstorming, sorry. As for your mum, I think you're onto something there. We can probably work with her to get a few of the pro players from various teams over? I'm sure lots of them do charity work, and wouldn't mind helping raise funds for the school."

Despite not particularly liking Aria's normally abrasive nature, she was coming in with quite a few ideas on this project. "I am.. Hm. For the news, maybe something like a fun photo booth? With silly hats, glasses, boas, and whatnot? We could print them out so people could get keepsakes? And for quidditch... I'm not sure yet. Perhaps some sort of carnival game? Like a ball toss or something? I'll think more on it. Maybe all the teams could do a scrimmage, though hopefully without sending a dozen people to the hospital like last year. I'm still miffed I missed the game." He chuckled softly, writing his idea there beside the Daily Dragon in the list. "What if we did a teachers v students scrimmage? Or mix in some pro players for fun. Though probably not as beaters, unless we want to send everyone to the hospital wing." He laughed at that, glad he was finally feeling comfortable enough to laugh and feel more emotions than just... sad.

When Aria repeated his words, then commented on his being a writer. She also mentioned that if he indeed was better, she was not only happy for him, but perhaps a bit proud. "Thank you. It took a lot of hard work, but I am glad to be back on my own two feet. Losing my best friend really took me over the edge, and I didn't handle it well. But, after having to have my leg, jaw, and three ribs reconstructed, I realized that I needed to fix myself." He nodded a bit, still feeling a bit odd talking about his accident, as well as the fall. So, so many people had witnessed it, and everyone else knew about it, probably within minutes, but few people cared enough to learn what had caused the issue.

When Milan mentioned wanting to leave their mark on the school, Aria asked if she was really that transparent. Apparently she was just looking for a project to attach to. "Not transparent, but you and I are more alike than you might expect. After all, I was here trying to put my name on the school as well." He sent a small grin over toward Aria, then wrote his ideas for quidditch teams' money. "I figured you might like that. After all, you're one of the best Chasers here." Plus, the newest broom in the school fund was probably a century old.

While discussing ideas for the teams, Aria said her mum should be able to convince a few others to join... either by willingness or bribery. "I... don't think it would need to come down to bribes. Besides, we want the money going to the school, not uber-wealthy quidditch players." He laughed at that, then adjusted his glasses a bit. After his idea at the photo booth, Aria said it was a good idea, for who didn't like their picture being taken. She even tossed her red curls, accenting her point. "Well, than you'll like the quidditch spread for this year. As a graduating student, you'll have a picture and article about you." He nodded, perpetually thinking about the articles he needed to write. Perhaps he'd do a group picture with all the seniors? It would be fun.

Aria offered a hand over, asking if he wanted to be partners. With a grin, Milan shook her hand as well. "Partners for sure." He turned back to the board, scribbling down some of their ideas. "Wait. Idea. For the teams, we could set up a flying obstacle course. Then everyone can try to compete - all with the same broom, of course, and the fastest time of the day could win an extra prize? We could probably ask Professor Liu to do the timing and watch for injuries and such. She's just crazy enough to do it." He grinned over, eyes sparkling with his excitement. "With some basic charms work, we can make it happen pretty easily. And it would be a fun way to show off everyone's flying skills." He grabbed one of the markers, using the empty space on the board to start drawing up a diagram. There could be hoops to fly through, tricks to perform, and perhaps a bracket for a tournament, perhaps?

Blue eyes watched as Aria simply lifted her hand, saying she didn't care about the how or why. After a small sigh, she explained that it wasn't true, noting that she really only had Ron, and if she lost him, she'd be swayed to dramatics. She then congratulated him (sort of) for getting all that behind him, and that it mattered most since they'd be working together. "I understand that. I... really only had one friend outside of my siblings... And well, let's say I too can be prone to dramatics." He sent over a grin, a small chuckle escaping him.

When Milan noted that the two had more similarities, Aria agreed, saying both were talented, though she was still unsure how Milan still had a "following" and he simply shrugged. She continued, commenting on their ambitions and drama. Also that they would've made good snakes. "I definitely don't know about any following. I didn't know I had one previously, and I didn't know I had one now. As for being Snakes... I can say my first several years were spent wishing I'd been sorted there, and now, I really like my home in Ravenclaw." He nodded, understanding her wanting to make her own path from her family.

Back on the subject of Quidditch, Aria tried to explain that any bribes to various quidditch players would come from her family's money (and her mom's fame), stating it would be some sort of effort to keep Aria involved in quidditch. "That's... harsh. Sorry, that's not the word I wanted to use. That's... interesting? She's so willing to force you into a habit that she likes... do you even like Quidditch, or do you just do it to appease your mum? You've got the skill either way." He hoped he didn't offend, especially since she (in her own words) was prone to drama. He mentioned the article he had been planning, but Aria quickly shut it down. She said she was not her mother, that quidditch was certainly not her whole identity. His mind started running a thousand miles a minute, trying to come up with another plan.

Aria continued, apologizing and saying she didn't want the extra attention. Apparently a few years ago, Ron and Brianna got attacked trying to defend her. Her mom tried to get a student expelled? Why had he not heard any of this. "No, I don't remember that, sorry. But, I can definitely shake out the articles, maybe do a thing about each of the teams? Or even the upcoming captains, that way you don't grace the papers. Well, you will, but not on the quidditch pages. This carnival though, you're going to be in an article on that for sure." He grinned over at her, hoping she'd accept a fair compromise. Besides, it certainly sounded like she wanted attention for her other activities, up to and including her work as Head Girl. Arguably, her ambition would make this the best event ever.

Luckily, the conversation moved back to the carnival, specifically following his idea for an obstacle course. She said they could only offer the school brooms, so people would be forced to try to fly on them and would (in theory) donate more to replace them. "Can you imagine some of the pro players trying to use those awful brooms? And perhaps we could get some super fancy brooms and let the students zoom around on them. That way, some of the kids who've only ever gotten to fly on those awful things can experience the fun of zipping around on the nicer ones." He shrugged over at Aria, wondering her thoughts.

Aria said they could set up stops every so often in the course so people could tap out at any point, then said she could get some of her mum's courses to help. "Sure, I bet she'll have some nice ideas. I can get some from the internet, or... I think there's an obstacle course place out in London, perhaps I could visit this winter to see if there'd be any cool ideas we could convert to flying. May as well, right? Get ideas from all sorts of sources, then we can combine them all into an epic challenge. Maybe it starts easy, then each checkpoint gets a little harder, with the end being super challenging." He donned a grin, writing the ideas down on the board.

Milan still wasn't perfectly sure how he felt about Aria League being nice to him. Then again, he hadn't particularly been nice to anyone up until the end of last year. When he confessed that he didn't think he had a following, Aria simply said that because he was a Wellbelove, he was part of the following. He hummed softly at that, then nodded. "I suppose you're right." His voice was soft, though on an even keel. He still really didn't want to admit to the fact that he hadn't quite felt like he'd belonged to the infamous Wellbelove family in at least a couple years. It was fine when they were little, but as they grew up into teenagers and went through puberty, he felt like a weird outsider.

When he had asked Aria about Quidditch, she started in her explanation of why she played. It sounded like her mum was just overbearing and wanted to force her daughter down the same road. She had lied to her mum in first year, then had to join the actual team once her mum found out. She was nominated as the Vice Captain, and simply couldn't deny the leadership opportunity. She then mentioned her other skills, and her ideas for her future career. Honestly, Milan was a bit sad that he was only just now learning these things about her. Here with no pressure, she just seemed like a nice person.

"An Obliviator, huh? That's such an interesting career choice. Not one I think I could do, though. Mostly because I only vaguely know what it is. But, being a muggleborn excuses me at least a smidge, eh? I've always wanted to go into fashion, I must admit, but.... I don't know. I don't really want the runway and the spotlight. I've been considering just... opening a shop with clothes I make... But I'm not sure. I might end up working somewhere else. Who knows. Maybe I don't have the chops for the industry." He huffed a small sigh, then looked back over with his sparkling blue eyes. "Maybe I could make a career in journalism? I'd probably be good there." He shrugged, moving back to their plans.

After she said she didn't want to be a feature in the Daily Dragon, he started working out how to rearrange. That's when she called him sweet. Since when did Aria League think he was sweet?? He felt a bit of heat touch his cheeks, and a small smile touched his lips. She said he didn't need to actually keep her off the pages, and that her mum would be happy if naught else. The woman had even made Aria meet up with a scout, but Aria didn't care to showcase her skill. She said she'd probably end up in a sketchy flat in Newham with rats scurrying about. "You? Nah, never. If Obliviat....ing? Obliviating... Obliviator-ing?" he paused a moment, brows furrowed as he tried to guess the proper wording. "Well, whatever it's called. If that path doesn't work out, you'll find another. Somehow, some way, you'll fight your way to success. Plus, Newham isn't... entirely terrible? I'm probably going to end up in some sort of cramped up flat with only my sisters to keep me company. Or I'll have to stay home. I don't know, honestly. I've always been too nervous of the future to process it fully." He shrugged again, though this one looked like he was in a bit more upset than previous.

Luckily, they switched back to the carnival, and she thought it was hilarious to ask some professional players try to fly about on the ramshackle school brooms. "We could send out a letter to Nimbus and Firebolt, try to get some to borrow until someone buys them? Or maybe that Quidditch Shop in Diagon? We could offer a sort of test-drive situation, and some people could buy the brooms if they love them. And, if rumor is correct, Quinlan Brooms is about to release a brand new speed-racing model. She's fairly new to the broommaking scene, so maybe she would want to promote her wares? I can probably find an address and mail out a letter..." He would probably have to visit the Quidditch shop over the winter holidays, just to see what information they had. If they could get a collaboration, they could probably do a ton of good. "You know what else might be cool? I have a few years worth of allowance saved up... I could buy a nice broom, maybe not the top-top of the line, but good... then we could do something like a raffle drawing to win? It would be a good way to get money, probably more than the total cost..." He added his idea in his messy, all-caps script, then stepped back to look over the board.

When he mentioned the obstacle course in London, Aria said she'd go with him. Ooh, that'd be fun to witness. She also agreed with the course getting harder as they went along. "Awesome, I'll send mum a letter to see if she can schedule a visit to the course. Then we can make it a challenge day. I'd even get us lunch." He nodded, a toothy grin exposed. Aria said they had plans set for Quidditch and they could move onto the other clubs. "Herbology... Ron's in charge there, right? I'll... leave that one to you, since you guys are already friends. Um... I can handle the LARP club, since Galen is a friend. Hang on. Let me write this out..."



"There we go, now we can just fill them in as we go along. Between the two of us, surely we can get everyone within a few days." He nodded, wondering which groups Aria would prefer to take. He had lots of connections to the groups just from the people in the Daily Dragon and his sisters' friends. Plus, several of the club leaders were prefects, so at their next prefect meeting, he was sure they could knock a bunch of the group ideas out. He tapped the marker bottom to his chin, pondering the lists. "I'm sure all the clubs will have lots of ideas, and honestly, I can't wait to see what everyone comes up with. And anything they need help with, well, that's our job." He sent over a grin to the redhead, hoping she was equally excited for this whole shebang to play out.

Milan nodded a bit when Aria noted that being a muggleborn would have advantages in the obliviating field. She continued, noting that useful, if formal, clothes would be a better usage of his time. "I think so too. I know I like making clothes, especially more than working a Ministry job. I'm hoping to maybe open a shop somewhere, though I don't think my sisters would like that plan much. Ever since we were tiny, we wanted to follow our mum's footsteps... but I think being the only boy sort of set me out." He shrugged a bit, glancing over at Aria. Quality does talk, huh? It made sense, anyway.

After telling Aria that there was no way she'd end up in a sketchy flat somewhere, the redhead agreed, even going so far as to say she'd probably end up in a cottage with a greenhouse, courtesy of Ron. "Ron's good people, though. And you can tell he really cares about you... and vice versa. Though, I can't imagine you outside of a big city somewhere." He let out a little chuckle, hoping to keep things light, even as he was learning more about the Gryffindor. "If I end up opening a shop, I can probably make a home in the flat usually on top. Especially if I open in Diagon. I could open in Hogsmeade, but Miss Davisson doesn't need competition. She's got the fashion of Hogwarts covered. And her mum, Chelle Davisson, is one of my mum's biggest competitors in the high fashion field." If anyone had a grip on Hogsmeade, it was Helena Davisson, after all.

Then, they were back on the carnival. Aria said she'd take care of sending letters to the broom manufacturers, citing her mum's fame once more. But after he offered to buy a broom, Aria seemed genuinely confused. Apparently it would make much more sense to get a broom (and other memorabilia) donated. "I dunno, I just... didn't want to use any of the school's already limited funds. I have money, so it's not like I'd be hurting. But I want to make sure we have some sort of chance to get new gear for the school." He offered up a small shrug, trusting that if Aria said she'd get something done, that it would be done quickly and flawlessly.

He sent over a lopsided grin when she agreed to lunch and the obstacle course over winter break. "Awesome, I'll get it set up then." And she laughed after him deferring Ron over to her. She quickly listed tons of classes and such that she could handle (and some she simply could not). "Sure, I can take Nora's clubs. She seems to have quite a following this year, doesn't she? Don't tell me you're jealous of her?" He chuckled quietly, then looked over the club list. "I can take the Dragon of course, and Ravenclaw and Slytherin's teams. Daphne is friends... I think... with my sisters, so I can get her clubs too. So that's Art of the Sword as well as Namaste. Actually, Namaste is Daphne and Annalise, and she's one of Yari's best friends. I can also do Galen's club... Order of the Stick. I've got to deliver an outfit to him anyway. Then I can grab Dueling, and Art? Can you talk to Zack Knapp? You see him more often than I do, and he's got three clubs. Adventurer's Guild, Drama, and Fite club." He was pretty sure they had all the clubs sorted out, and roughly even for now.