You might belong in Gryffindor

[littledhampir]

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)

Comments

[adaptiveimmunities]

[He laughs a little, keeping it quiet to avoid aggravating her migraine.]

You always have too much work. Can I help?

[choosetruth]

You are helping. [She doesn't know how she'd manage if she didn't have him. Even if he can't actually do any of her stuff.] ...you could get my painkillers.

[adaptiveimmunities]

Yeah? [His tone and manner are both still casual, but George definitely has his undivided attention now. He knows how much he hates the foggy feeling that's sometimes a side effect of her painkillers. It's got to be pretty bad if she's asking for them.] In your bag, right?

[choosetruth]

[She nods.] I guess I have to take a break for the night. It's that or risk being entirely nonfunctional tomorrow.

[adaptiveimmunities]

Lose an entire day of studying? Now that would be a disaster. [He moves her so that she's resting on the couch again, and not him, then gets up to get her bag. He returns a few moments later with a few pills and a glass of water.] Water might help, too

[choosetruth]

[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?

[adaptiveimmunities]

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.]

[choosetruth]

[She knows, but sometimes it's good to hear it. She leans her head against his arm, pulling her legs up onto the couch. Her head still hurts, but it's starting to be a more fuzzy, bearable pain, and with her eyes closed, it's almost okay.]

You're too good to me.

[adaptiveimmunities]

[He settles back a little more comfortably, shifting George so that she'll be a little more comfortable, too.]

Well, someone's got to pick up the slack, with you lazing around.

[choosetruth]

[She's not so incapacitated by her headache that she can't elbow him in the side for that comment. But she's not mad enough to move away.]

[adaptiveimmunities]

Ouch. Go to sleep, George.