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You might belong in Gryffindor

Who: Gryffindors! (+ Friends/Visitors/People sneaking in)
Where: Gryffindor Tower: Common Rooms + Dorms. Gryffindor Table in the Great Hall.
When: During the event
Rating: Label as you go
Summary: Gryffindor Mingle Log
The Story:

Common Room
The common room is a circular room where Gryffindor students can relax after a long day of studying. It is full of squashy armchairs, tables, and a bulletin board where school notices, ads, lost posters, etc. can be posted. The common room is decorated in several shades of red, which is associated with the house.

There are many windows that look out onto the grounds of the school, and a large fireplace dominates one wall. The mantle of the fireplace is adorned with a portrait of a lion. The walls are decorated with scarlet tapestries that depict witches and wizards, but also various animals. There are also bookcases located in the room.

Dorms
The Gryffindor dormitories are also located in the Tower, with two doors leading off from the common room that open to spiral staircases. One of them leads to the girls' dormitory, the other to the boys'. The stairs to the girls' dormitory are enchanted to become a slide if any boy attempts to climb them, but not vice versa, since it was deemed that girls were more trustworthy than boys... (Look don't blame me it's canon)

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[You can ask Tim what he's actually doing here. He doesn't mind, really. Honestly, even as a seventh year, he's still trying to figure it out himself. Why's he here? Why's he at Hogwarts? And why, for the love of god why is he in Gryffindor of all places? He's not brave. He's not even a little brave. He just doesn't get it.

You might see him in common room, crammed in as out-of-the-way a corner as possible as he labors of homework with painstaking slowness and grumbling frustration. He's not much good at a lot of his classes, he's come to think. Sure, he scrapes by with average grades, but that's if he really, really applies himself - and some days, he doesn't even have that much in him.

The only class he really excels at is Potions, and he doesn't really understand why. It's basically chemistry, and he always sucked at that kind of thing too.

Sometimes you might catch him sneaking out at night - insomnia's a bitch, wouldn't you know - just to sequester himself in an empty classroom and quietly practice the same spell, over and over.

But no matter what he does, he's never been able to produce a Patronus, and likely never will.]

[So hands up, who's surprised that Zacharie is breaking curfew with the grace of a rhino in a china tea shop? Nobody, that's who. Spells that unlock doors were a thing of beauty. That said he is more stealthy than the narration was giving him credit for, or else he would have been tossed out of the school a long time ago.

Tonight's adventure was a quick trip to the potion's class and back. Naturally, however, there were cases where he'd have to duck into a supposedly empty classroom to dodge the sound of footsteps about to round a corner. Invisibility cloak, he does not possess. And it looks like tonight's classroom of choice wasn't as empty as he thought it was.

He closes the door quietly and raises a finger to the 'mouth' of his cat mask.]

One moment amigo.

[He hopes Tim isn't about to bust a friend, even that weird one you have no idea how you got to be friends with.]

[Yeah, honestly, Tim isn't sure how he got to know Zacharie. Or befriend him very much at all. He's kind of enigmatic in that obnoxious, in-your-face way that Tim hates, and he evidently revels in as being annoyingly mysterious as possible. And whatever his thing with masks is, Tim's got no clue. He doesn't ask, either. Mostly out of spite, and partly just on principle, because he's of the mind that Zacharie mostly just wears the masks specifically so he can get people to ask about them, and Tim is not sinking that low, goddamnit.

But despite all that, they've kind of...coexisted, weirdly enough. Even, bizarrely, to the point where they can just kind of consider each other friends. yeah, Tim's not sure how that happened either. So while he's startled that someone barged in on him during his doomed attempts to produce a Patronus, he's not surprised to see who it is.

He opens his mouth, brows knitting together in a frown, until he hears the click of approaching footsteps, and everything comes together with a distressing clarity.

On reflex, his wand flicks out, the word a sustained mental scream in his head.

He manages to get the pair of Disillusionment Charms cascading over the both of them in the nick of time. He's hoping Zacharie will dismiss the curious sensation of an egg being cracked over his skull as the charm trickles down, blending them in with their surroundings at the same time that the door creaks open.]

[Now Zacharie is a calm person by nature and Tim has probably seen him in enough ridiculous, strange and possibly even dangerous situations to know that - although the masked wizard swore up and down he had nothing to do with the specter incident in the boys' bathroom. Still he can't help a wince and the "Oh shit!" thought that is generally followed by a trip to his Head of House's room.

But the door is opened, the room is check and left alone. Zacharie breathes a sigh of relief.]

Ah ah ah, now that is cutting it closer than normal! I am lucky I have nine lives...or eight now. How are you, dear Tim?

[Regardless, he's not stupid because the classroom was empty besides them and there probably was no good reason beyond magic that the teacher wouldn't have at least spotted him. Still, he won't call attention to it if Tim doesn't want to.]

[Nine lives - oh. Right. Because the cat thing, right? Har har, yeah, real funny. Tim dispels the charm with a wave of his wand, grimacing as the unpleasant sensation repeats itself.]

I'm...fine. Doing fine. You know me, fine.

[That's too many fines and too hasty a reassurance. Urgh.]

How're - I mean, what're you doing here? Refilling your, uh...your stock?

Yes indeed! Can never have too much Fluxweed, amigo.

[Often used for Polyjuice Potions and the....interesting events that result from it. But who's he to judge if you wanted to swap places with someone who wanted to take another's class and vice versa? Among other things.]

Nevertheless, why are you up so late? Late night shenanigans are more my thing.

[Perhaps he had some knowledge that Tim sneaked out on occasion but why exactly he didn't know.]

Making sure I don't flunk Charms. What else?

[That's a lie, of course. He's not doing too terribly in Charms, just...average, unremarkable, like virtually everything else about it. He almost reaches up with the hand holding his wand to scratch the back of his neck, thinks better of it, and uses his left hand instead.]

You, uh...need...company?

[He's not sure why he's offering, honestly. Except that, maybe, it means he won't have to be explaining why he's here in an empty classroom, trying to summon happy memories that don't exist.]

That is a terribly tricky one, it is.

[Zacharie decides to let it slide. He didn't need the answer to every single puzzle. Perhaps that just came to him because he played one too many video games back when he lived in his parents' house. He could ask but he won't.

Instead Zacharie claps his hands together, leaving the responsibility of deciding how big his smile is under the mask to Tim. Well that works out!]

Excellent! If you are not too busy there is something I could use some help with. And two heads are better than one, as you know.

[And a healthy douse of caution because Zacharie. Tim probably knows how it goes by now.]

[Good. So that's...good. Sufficiently distracting, he'd say. Yeah. Tim tucks his wand away in his robes, eager to move the conversation along. And to move out of this classroom so they can set about doing whatever doubtless improbable and/or unlawful thing Zacharie wants them to do next.]

Robbing old Professor Miller again? [he says dryly, moving toward the door to peer outside. Whoever stopped by for a cursory look around evidently didn't see the point in staying. Good.]

[Throughout their weird friendship, Zacharie had only attempted the 'it's not stealing just borrowing without intending to return it' line once. After that point it became obvious that 50% of what he did teetered on the ledge of unlawful. Still, that didn't matter here.]

For this adventure, yes. I may need to visit the Hospital Wing as well but that is later. For now let us proceed.

[Tim didn't need to know why he needed to go to the hospital. Zacharie takes a moment longer to look around before starting off at a brisk, quiet walk. He'll trust that his friend will follow, but they did need to be quick.]

[Does he wanna know? No. No, he does not. He's just gonna let that little tidbit lie there and not question it, as is the norm for their - whatever the hell their bizarre friendship is. Being a Gryffindor seems to require him by law to get involved in some kind of wacky shenanigan once per week, at the very least.

Tim lets Zacharie assume the lead, quick the other guy's heels.]

You know Miller's gonna skin you one of these days once he figures out it's you.

Ah yes he will. And perhaps then the betting pool on what my face looks like will finally be settled.

[Because apparently that's a thing according to a few 5th years. Can't a guy wear a mask, rarely eat with others and give cryptic answers as to why he wears it in peace? Guess not!

Having figured out a route that, while a little roundabout, kept them away from most of the patrolling teachers, Zacharie leads the way until they're right in front of the door. A quick unlocking with his wand and they're in. He shuts the door behind the pair as quietly as possible.]

Now then! I need Fluxweed and a few other things. I will try to find the other things if you wouldn't mind trying for the Fluxweed, amigo.

[Don't give him that shit, Zacharie, everyone knows you totally enjoy flaunting the enigmatic persona you've got going on. Adds to the intrigue and charm, and more than a few people have commented that there's some kind of allure to that. Which - whatever, Tim's not going there. That's not his business.

He trusts Zacharie's got a better idea of how to skirt the teachers' routes than he does. He doesn't tend to go far when he slips out of the common room, just as far as whatever empty classroom might be nearby.]

Fluxweed. Yeah, okay.

[He's good at potions, so identifying the herb in question isn't difficult. Alohamora and a quick rummaging around in one of the supply cupboards, and he comes up with a handful of the stuff, which he quickly bags.]

Tim Wright | ota, will match any format

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sneky sneky

better than lion around ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

AYYYYYY lmao

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