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

[demonstrate]

Barry.

[ iris can't help it. barry allen is very cute, but he is at his cutest when he's flushed. it may be why her thighs tighten around his waist, but just a little. ]

Moments that involve the prefect bathroom?

[accelerate]

Uh —

[ barry squirms for only a second before he stills. his eyes dart down to where she's straddling him before he looks up at her again. he's still flushed a nice scarlet, and his smile's one that's suggesting he's hiding something. ]

[ he's hiding many things, and one of them is the fact he hadn't wanted her to know he sometimes breaks his own promise to not interrupt the iterations of them and go spend some more time with iris. ]

Maybe? [ he opens his mouth and shrugs his shoulders the best he can while laying back on the bed. ] I mean ... You know ... Yeah?

[demonstrate]

Barry.

[ his name is said in singsong, iris' treacherous little fingers ghosting down his sides; they linger right at his ribcage where she knows for a fact he is most ticklish. the dangerous part of two people knowing each other so well? they're hopelessly disarmed where it matters most. ]

Tell me which one.

[ this version of iris west may not be a reporter yet, but her dogged pursuit of the truth remains much the same.

even dirty truths. especially dirty truths! ]

[accelerate]

I don't remember?

[ barry tries to not squirm beneath her while shifting all the same. he knows he can't unhorse her from him without giving her the chance to hold on tight and quite possibly make his life even more uncomfortable. ]

[ but he tries. ]

[ he looks up at her, smiling, and bites his bottom lip as his hands move to try and wrap his fingers around her wrists. he does his best not to shift beneath her, but fails. ]

It was one of them. A good one.

[demonstrate]

[ he is successful in capturing her wrists, but not her full attention.

the shifting of their bodies nudges iris off toward the side a bit, her smile not faltering once. it softens the more she watches him, squirming though he may be, her fingers finally relenting as her cheek presses against the warm pillow. ] They're all good ones.

[ they're two of the lucky ones that way. ]

[accelerate]

[ once her cheek presses against the pillow, he turns his head to follow suit. he doesn't twist his body around yet, remaining on his back as he looks at her. his hands remain around her wrists before he releases them to slide his fingers between the spaces of her own. ]

Yeah? [ he can feel himself blushing just a little. his smile's one that's shy in the way it wants to be big and wide, but also small and hide. ] Which one would you go and visit if you could?

[demonstrate]

[ iris doesn't need to deliberate for very long. ]

The first one. At the Ball. [ she likes starting at the beginning. not their finest moment, perhaps, where other people's feelings are concerned. but it's where they came together, and long after the yule ball had ended, iris and barry were enjoying each other. ]

[accelerate]

[ barry lifts his hand to try and hide his face, but it's useless. his hair's bigger than anything that could possibly hide him, even a pillow. he can't say that moment is one of his proudest, given how he'd incidentally lead patty spivot on, but he doesn't regret it. ]

Yeah? [ he lets out a nervous kind of laugh, letting his hand slide along his cheek and fall back against the bed. ] That's a pretty good one to go back to. It's somewhere high on my list.

[demonstrate]

[ barry's answer earns him the tiniest of smiles, pleased and sweet all at once.

she isn't proud of her behavior that night. she wasn't at her best, outside of what brought them together, but iris wouldn't want him to regret that night, either. iris west has difficulty knowing her own heart, but once she finds its true desire, there's no moving her from it.

his nervous laugh jumpstarts a flutter of nerves inside her own belly, but it doesn't keep her from slowing down, resting on her side, and looking at him from across the bed. he is very handsome, and it hits her every now and then. now. ] I love you, Barry.

[accelerate]

[ sometimes barry thinks he should've ended up in another house, perhaps ravenclaw or hufflepuff. there's times where he finds himself sitting more comfortably in a shade of yellow or blue, but then there's those moments where he's filled with the sudden recklessness that colours gryffindor. ]

[ he used to question his place many times over in his house, knowing he hasn't been as brave as those who sit inside of it now and had graduated from it. but then he remembers he runs on pure adrenaline. he acts quickly and recklessly, and often that bravery is pigheadedness as he thinks of no one but himself. ]

[ barry can list those moments where he's turned around in hindsight and travelled back and realised how much he'd embraced the negative traits of his house. but he finds, unlike a hufflepuff or the typical ravenclaw, he doesn't regret it. ]

[ he breaks out into a smile, as though he hasn't heard this one before, and acts on that impulsiveness that's bound to be reckless in the end. he does the gryffindor thing and leans forward to kiss her. ]

[demonstrate]

[ if one thinks about it, this whole kissing thing is kind of weird.

it mostly consists of tongues poking around in places only a toothbrush does. but with the right person ... with the right person, it can melt you. iris sighs into him, her hands curving around his neck to tug him further toward her, encouraging his weight to settle on top of her.

for those watching at home:

that isn't barry's wand. he's just very happy to see iris. now, if you'll excuse them, they have things to do. 🍆 ]