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

Common Room.

[trigeminalheadache]

[ 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.

[accelerate]

[ 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?