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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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[ iris picks up the newspaper with unguarded interest, drawn to the byline. ]

What would we write about?

[ He may not be willing to admit it, but that doesn't mean others don't see it. Especially those who have known him a while. Caitlin's burning the midnight oil herself, slipping into the common room as quietly as she can. (Honestly, the Fat Lady shouldn't be surprised and so grumpy about her at this point.) She intends of going right up to the girls' dorm when Barry catches her eye. Even in the dim firelight, it's impossible to mistake the length of him stretched out.

She's absolutely positive he's going to wake up with a terrible crick in his neck and back with how he's laying there. Carefully, she picks up the Herbology book, marking his place before closing it and stacking it to one side with his other books and parchment and quills. Her hand holds his shoulder and she gently shakes him. ] Barry. Come on, Barry. Up you get.

[Her smile hitches wider, warming.]

Oh, I think I could manage that. [You're asking a lot here, Iris.] It has, hasn't it? We've both been so busy-- it's still relatively early in the year, but time feels like it's going by so quickly. Really, it's only just started to sink in that this is my last year here. It hasn't felt real, otherwise.

COMMON ROOM.

[ The Gryffindor Common Room could be called "organized chaos." Just... minus the "organized" part. Most afternoons and evenings, Caitlin can be found knee-deep in it, despite her own mile-high stack of work. Only a month into the school year, there's first-years still in need of soothing; some of them have never been away from home for any length of time, and she's stumbled into more than one hiccuping about how they want to go home. There's others that need help with their work (and some who just don't want to do their own work) and some that get into ridiculously petty arguments and still some whose arguments go beyond shouting and need to be walked to the infirmary.

(If only those students would put half as much effort in their studies as they do their hexes and jinxes.)

When things finally wind down, she manages to find a spot to sit and rest and chat before disappearing into the library to study. On her way back in before bed, she's quick to do a sweep for anyone not in bed or looking to draw on someone else's face while they sleep. ]

EVERYWHERE ELSE.

[ The library is the one other sure place to find one Caitlin Snow. She's not idle the minute she finds a place to settle in; as soon as she sits, the books are open, the parchments unfurled, and she doesn't stop (willingly) until everything's done and her fingers are stained and dotted with ink. It's not uncommon for her to wander out of there with streaks of black ink on her chin or cheeks, and she'll blush and be exceedingly embarrassed if you decide to point them out.

In the mornings, she's one of the first at Gryffindor's table in the Great Hall and one of the last to leave. In between bites of her own breakfast, she's helping with last minute questions, reading the Daily Prophet, and looking over her mail, if there's any. She's also just as likely to sneak away to other houses' tables to chat with friends there.

And of course, she isn't about to miss a Hogsmeade weekend. She visits Zonko's Joke Shop to see what might turn up in the common room, so she can be prepared, Scrivenshaft's to stock up on new quills and inks, Honeyduke's to get some sweets for herself and some to use as incentives for uncooperative Gryffindors, and Tomes and Scrolls to find something light to read in the scant amount of free time she has. ]

[Lily stifles a laugh under the guise of clearing her throat, one corner of her mouth pulling higher as she reaches for a roll.]

I'm not certain that even clean-up duty would be considered a viable excuse for missing, if you asked Professor Miller, but maybe you'll get your wish.

[It's not uncommon for Billy to come to her with homework woes, and Lily marks her place in her reading with her index finger as she turns her attention to him, more amused than put upon. Billy was never much of an imposition.]

That seems to be a theme with you, lately. I can't say why-- it's not like you don't have the talent.

[By all accounts, Billy was a very gifted wizard, but they all had their weaknesses.]

Which part has been giving you trouble? I'll gladly help, if I can.

Ah ah ah. But isn't it better to stretch your legs? Metaphorically speaking, in this situation.

[Because yeah, no stretching in this place. He has to pause for a moment to bring up his mental map before starting off again. Shortcut yes, but there was more than one exit. Hopefully they don't wind up in the lake!]

Perhaps I am indulging a curiosity I do not normally. But as I tend to pop up when I'm needed and hear rumors often, sometimes it is hard to piece together someone's life from that. Hence my question.

[Har har. Hilarious, really.]

Sometimes stretching your legs gets 'em bitten off. Or cut off. There's a general amputation theme.

[He doesn't need to ask, really. "Rumors" are practically his currency, or his...secondary currency. Whichever. It doesn't really matter. He knows the thicket of rumors surrounding him is denser than anything, and there's no getting around it. It's just one of the perks of being him.]

What, a guy can't get meds by owl without people asking a few questions?

[The main thing about Epsilon is that while his grades are good, studying isn't necessarily something he enjoys doing.

Well not all the time, anyway. He's got an almost eidetic memory though so he at least manages to retain most everything he reads. No, his main problem is probably his temper when something goes wrong.

Of course he's spending more time studying this years thanks to upcoming exams but feel free to ask him for help or distract him.

Especially distract him.]

[ooc: For the event at least, feel free to call him Leon or Church. Do not call him Leo or Leonard unless you want something thrown at you. ]

...Thanks, I guess?? It's just music, though! And I'm not even that good, really!

[Of all the things Connie was expecting to be complimented for, something so mundane and decidedly non-magical wasn't one of them.

Despite Connie's modesty though, she's still smiling, turning a bit red at the sudden praise.]

[Sirius collapses face first into the armchair besides Lily's.]

Evans. What is the point of it all?

[Sirius drops a textbook out of one hand and a crumpled parchment out of the other. And remains faceplanted into the chair-back.]

Oh, I have no doubt we could find content. [She stands, too excited to sit, and paces.] There's always the ordinary event reporting... Quidditch games, dances, interviews with teachers and staff... I know Shaun would love to do something on the Shrieking Shack... but that's just the start. This school has so many secrets. So much history. I have no doubt news will find us.

[Shepard's never been good at being in her room at night. Hogwarts is too quiet- not like her farm back home, and she tends to wander when she's bored, so she slides in, closing the door silently with her hands before turning and meeting his eyes. She... vaguely recognizes him. Same grade. Same house. They've gotta share classes. She's just... not sure if they've ever talked.]

Uh. Hey. Sorry, uh, didn't know you were in here.

[Shepard keeps her eyes out for exceptional students, and she's not horribly against reporters- sure, it makes her sneaking at night harder, but somebody's gotta talk about those Quidditch games. Besides, reporters have the best gossip, and she's all about it. So if she spots an article, or like she's writing something interesting, Shepard will plop down, maybe holding her own homework to make it look like she's actually doing something.]

So how's the newspaper coming? Any professors relenting for once?

[Tim whips around at once, trying not to look guilty as he pins the other student with a frantic look. But she's not a teacher, not faculty - just another seventh-year, like him. He's been told he has a guilty conscience, or maybe just a perpetually guilty expression. He's not sure. It'd be helpful if he knew what he was supposed to always feel guilty about, but maybe it's just - One Of Those Things.

Like the way he can't summon a goddamn Patronus, no matter how he tries.]

No one's really supposed to be in here, [he answers, reluctantly.] So I guess that's...not surprising.

For weeks now, on and off, but... every night since I almost fell off the roof. [ Which Iris should know was a complete accident. A heavy gust of wind had caused Peter to lose his balance and it was a lucky thing Damon had been there to save him, but rumors have been spreading around that he'd tried to jump. Whatever. He's been doing a good job of ignoring all of that. ]

What do you think it means?

[ cricks in his neck have become the new norm. he's pretty sure they're going to be cool soon. almost like fancy robes that are made out of special material, or a wand that's supposedly rare but it's just never taken out of storage from the back. ]

[ he's sleeping comfortably — minus the positioning of his neck — when caitlin begins to wake him. barry usually sleeps like the dead, but given some of his near misses where his naps turn into long sleeps, he's begun to sleep as light as a feather. easily disrupted like one, he jerks awake. ] — Not my face!

[ when he sees her, he slowly pulls himself up, and wipes at his face with his hand. smiling, ] Hey, Cait. Aren't you out a little late?

I guess they really like me? [ he laughs, clearly not believing it. as much as he'd wanted to pursue the career of an auror, it'd been listening to mom and dad argue over the wizarding world and the politics he was too young to understand that had turned him off from it. there were people out in the muggle world who'd benefit greatly from his skills and what he learned from hogwarts, and so barry was set to try and become a csi. ]

[ besides, he's always wanted to be like horatio caine and walk away from a crime scene in slow mo. ]

Yeah — I wanted it in Fifth Year, but Mom said no. She got my Uncle Jay to block it. [ barry doesn't quite say it with a smile; it hadn't been kind to hear of mom's meddling, even when she'd seen so interested in shedding her witchy heritage and remaining in the muggle realm. ] But I guess she asked him to push for it this year? [ he shrugs his shoulders, and focuses on fiddling with her hand. presses his palm to hers, wiggles his fingers, even tries to guide their joined hands up to let them fall gently like feathers. ]

Maybe the Ministry want to use me as a study case. The reasons why you shouldn't let students have a time turner for school.

You won't tell anyone I bought you a buttload of candy? I don't think I'd make a great candy man.

[ he adds that to his mental list: buy henry a buttload of candy, sneak it into his room, don't let anyone figure it out. easy. even though him being caught sleeping in the common room may elicit doubt in those who he proposes this to, he's as good as his word. he may even throw in another random object just for fun. henry deserves to live a little. ]

We're friends, right? Friends tell each other things. … And buy each other a lot of candy.

Honestly? I think you're the most prepared out of everyone here combined. [ It's the truth. Evelyn is one of the smartest students here. Peter can't imagine her failing at anything if she puts her mind to it. ]

So have you decided what you're going to do after Hogwarts? [ It's what Peter's been spending a lot of time thinking about lately. The future. It feels like exciting times are ahead and he can't wait for his time at Hogwarts to be over already. ]

[Well, that's dramatic-- not that she expects much else from Sirius. She tries not to look too terribly amused as she looks him over, appraising his current state, which is, quite frankly, pitiful.]

Do I even dare ask?

[She has to open her eyes to take the glass of water--she'll let Shaun help her when she won't let anyone else near, but even he doesn't get to actually feed her. She'd have to be dealing with a lot worse than the usual migraine before she let it get that far.]

You're a lifesaver. And a grade saver. [She takes the pills and swallows them down with a gulp of water, then glances up at him, letting the barest hint of vulnerability leak into her expression. She hates that they don't have their own room here. She wants nothing more than to crawl off and hide away where no one but Shaun can see her while she's drugged out of her mind, but that's... not really an option. Still, having him near will make her feel better about the whole deal.] Stay with me?

Where else would I go? [His tone is light, but he's only being honest. George needs him. Where else would he go?

We could crash down here tonight. I can glare at anyone who tries to drag us off to bed. Wake you up a little early tomorrow morning so you can finish up. [He nods to the unfinished work on the table in front of her.]

[Here's the thing about insomnia.

It's the fucking worst.

Does he mean to sneak out sometimes? Sure. Sure he does. Especially when he doesn't want anyone knowing why he's sneaking out, why he gets up so early, why he can't sleep and what he does in those noctivagant expeditions.

Sometimes, though, he - he genuinely doesn't mean to be out and about around the castle.

So hey, Georgia. Hope you don't mind the fact that this seventh-year is just kind of walking idly toward you in the dead of the night, apparently asleep on his feet.]

[ Papyrus is uncharacteristically asleep, for once. Sitting on the soft, plush couch of the commons area and trying to finish his overwhelmingly ~~boring~~ long essay for Muggle Studies has been a tedious journey, indeed. nothing puts him to sleep faster than stories. And Muggle Studies? Fanciful ideas of the muggle world.

Stories, to a skeleton who'd not experienced such a place.

His upper body is sitting up straight, though his head is craned downward. Arms lay slack against his sides. It seems that a word he was writing on the paper has trailed off, and the quill seems to have fallen onto the floor some time ago.

His snoring is soft and quiet.

He is a tired skeleton. ]

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