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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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[If Shepard is in the common room, she's causing a ruckus- talking loudly about Quidditch, their homework, or just getting very, very engrossed in a game. She's absolutely rubbish at chess, and much happier to arm-wrestle people. Challenge her if you dare... or come over and try to get her to settle down. Best of luck, though. She's a 7th year and avid Quidditch player, she turns down for nothing.]

[ooc: while I won't be changing her icons for this event, Shepard's younger PB is Susan Coffey!]

[Most of the time that Connie's in the common room, you can find her either studying, working on homework, or reading books. Sometimes, she'll also have a violin out, and be playing off of some sheet music. 'Just because you're at magic school is no reason to shirk on your violin practice!' is what her parents had told her, after all- though, to be fair, she still shirks it a lot. Lying about how much she's following her schedule is even easier when her parents are nowhere to be found!]

[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.]

[ iris west is the quintessential gryffindor: determined and brave, with nerves of steel. she is also kind, generous, and understanding. to the surprise of exactly no one, she was made prefect and takes her responsibilities pretty seriously. iris knows how to let her hair down and have fun, but she also knows there's a time and place for everything. some rules are meant to be broken, but that doesn't mean there should be no rules at all. she is protective of her peers, protective especially of those who are younger. she makes sure no one takes advantage of them. if anyone has a problem or is in need of advice, it's often iris they come to.

that means she makes herself readily available. it's hard to miss the prefect badge that glints on her robes. she can be found helping the first years with their homework or in the common room, catching up on some homework of her own. if she sees someone she knows, she'll greet them with a warm smile and offer them a seat at her couch by the fireplace.

and yes, she will also be patrolling later on in the evening.

if you're breaking curfew, you better hope iris doesn't find you. she is skilled af when it comes to finding what tries to remain hidden. ]

[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.]

[Clementine is not a Gryffindor but she is out after curfew. It's hard for her to stay in any one place sometimes, and she knows she should be at her own common room, but she doesn't want to be. She wants to walk around with that restless angry, sad emotion inside of her, because most people know she's killed somebody with a gun and she's a first year and this is not how someone makes friends.]

...sorry.

[She winces when she runs into Iris]

Please don't take points away.

[ iris regards clementine thoughtfully.

she's heard the rumblings about the tiny slytherin, but she also isn't the sort of person to put stock in gossip. she'd much rather make up her own mind about people, and clementine doesn't seem dangerous right now. she seems aimless.

iris' voice is soft when she speaks. ]

Why don't you tell me what you're doing out here, and then I decide if I take points away or not.

[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.]

COMMON ROOM, ANY HOUR

[ barry allen, sixth year gryffindor prefect, is asleep on the couch. head lolling over the arm of it with his herbology book open and pressed against his chest, he may be snoring just a little as he sleeps. (and definitely mumbling. no, no, not the pies!) ]

[ it's not an uncommon sight these days. sometimes barry falls asleep in class, in the library, even at the most exciting of quidditch matches when there's an incredible lull in the game. he falls asleep in detention, divination, but never when he's in the great hall. he's wearing himself a little too thin, but he won't admit it. ]

[ barry allen has a secret — and it's a good one. why is it he's seen everywhere and anywhere all over hogwarts at the same time? despite being a student who studies and doesn't study all at once, he's not necessarily the worst. his grades are high and he earns the same number of points as he's responsible for losing (albeit, it's never quite attached to his name). he has a time turner for his studies, and he works it expertly. ]

[ but he hasn't quite figured out how to work himself. a long, lanky boy hogs the entirety of the couch in the common room, and it doesn't seem like he's about to get up and make room for anyone else any time soon. ]

HALLWAYS, CLASSROOM WALKING OR MISCHIEVIOUS KNIGHTS

[ whether he's walking the hallways to get to class (or to where the food is — it's never mattered to barry whether or not it's lunchtime or dinnertime when his stomach's grumbling) or patrolling, barry allen's always one to turn a blind eye to a good gryffindor who's up to no good. as long as mischief's managed, that's what counts, isn't it? ]

[ because he's in a rush to get to his next class — he'd accidentally turned his time turner a few clicks too late — he bumps into anyone along the way, and helps them pick up their books if the force of the collision is enough to knock them about. ]

[ or he's walking slowly, admiring the suits of armour. is it really his fault if they begin to sing or dance to beyonce once he's gone? is it really his signature if they begin to murmur mum-mum-muh of barry allen's infamously famous favourite song, poker face? ]

[clementine shift on her feet a bit, lifting her gaze up then because- how does she put it to words? all of it? she's different or weird or messed up or all of the above. she wraps her arms around her chest, folding tightly against her]

I couldn't stay in the common room, and I couldn't sleep, and I didn't want to wake anyone up.

[she's restless. she still feels very restless.]

I'm already different from everybody else. I don't want to mess stuff up for my house too.

[ these days, barry allen's faster than the speed of light. one moment, he's there, the next, gone. some of the students see him in two places at once — when he's with iris, he's also in the library, and then he's seen walking out from professor wells' office, most likely scoring himself a detention again, just when he'd been spotted out on the grounds so far away from the castle. it's all unexplainable, but barry can explain it — and he's wondering if he should. ]

[ that's how he gets up into the girls' part of gryffindor tower, and that's the reason why he's lying on iris' bed. the stairs hadn't fallen away underneath his feet when he'd climbed them, and that's a skill in itself that wraps up into the belief perhaps barry allen's the fastest wizard alive. ]

[ he was lounging on iris' bed; now he's asleep on iris' bed. after arriving a good ten minutes ago and waiting for her to inevitably come up the stairs, he's fallen asleep. ]

[ that's the thing about using a time turner to take more than the allocated number of classes: you fall asleep when you otherwise want to try and humorously reenact a scene where there's a rose in his mouth and petals lying the floor. but there's no rose and there's no petals, just barry allen with his spell book open on her bed as he rumples her sheets for her. ]

Common Rooms

Great Hall

[No matter the time of day, when it comes to meal time? Rose is a desert first kind of girl. Her plate always piled high with Pumpkin Pasties, Cauldron Cakes and Treacle Tart. She's generally pretty social during meals, chatting to whoever happens to be sitting nearby or heckling Quidditch players at other House Tables whenever she has the chance.]

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Henry's aunt always manages to come through for him. He'd had practice and didn't make it to Hogsmeade, but he'd come back to his room and found a parcel on his bed full of candy and his mom definitely wouldn't do that.

"Thanks, Aunt Zelena," he murmurs under his breath, then gets to work unwrapping trading cards. He's sitting in the middle of his bed and looks up as someone walks in. "Want a chocolate frog?" Doesn't even matter who it is, he pretty much likes everyone.

[ Henry's looking at Barry, one eyebrow arched. Lightly, he nudges Barry's leg with his foot. ]

Is this what happens when you don't have long left in school? Like you kind of start...giving up?

[ Henry's completely joking and not serious at all as he wakes Barry up, grinning. ]

[ sixth year, beckett warner, spends most of her time in the common room poring over various divination texts, from basic crystal-gazing to more difficult subjects such as cartomancy and dream interpretation. after five years at this school, she's finally found something she's really good at, and it's the subject she least expected to have any measurable talent in. her corn snake, meret, is usually with her during this time and can be found dangling from her neck or wrapped snugly around her forearm. (it's okay, she doesn't bite!)

later, during meals in the great hall, she seems distant and barely touches her food. the anniversary of her mother's death is next week, and it weighs heavily on her mind when she's not otherwise preoccupied. ]

[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?

Everyone in this school is a little bit different from everybody else. That's why we're here.

[ clementine is not 'other.' not on her watch. iris tips her head in the direction of the staircase, so that clementine can join her there, sitting at the bottom of those stairs. she doesn't believe in doling out punishment for the sake of it. she'd rather understand why someone is misbehaving. ]

What's keeping you up?

[ maybe she can help. ]

[ once upon a time, barry used to be a deep sleeper. ever since enrolling at hogwarts, he barely digs deep in his sleep at all. he's always thought to tell henry that, but he doesn't particularly want to cloud his hogwarts experience with gloom. ]

[ when henry nudges him, he wakes up, shifting until he's pulling himself to sit properly in the corner. he wipes at his face and stretches his neck. he much prefers henry's way of waking him up than flash pecking at his head. barry's owl is notorious for being a bully. ] Soon you're going to have to drag me to class, dude. I can't go on. The end is nigh.

[ iris wants to be an auror.

she happens to think she'd be a very good one. joe west is, predictably, dead set against this career choice. there's only so many arguments they can have over it before joe decides to give her the stone cold silent treatment. iris prefers the arguments, but she's just finished losing the very last one. rue the day joe west learned to send a howler; his voice is still ringing in her ears by the time she returns to her dormitory, decidedly not expecting her boyfriend to have beaten her to the punch.

like most things about barry allen, it's inexplicable, and just a little bit impossible.

taking off her shoes, she gingerly joins him on her bed, the mattress barely sinking with her weight. iris watches him sleep with unguarded affection, before she reaches out to bop his nose with her index finger. ] I should be taking points off for this, Mr. Allen.

[clementine nods then as she follows iris to the staircase, and then she folds herself inward, leaning back against the steps]

I think I'm even more different than anyone else.

[she shakes her head, glancing up at iris with a little smile]

I don't know. I don't know if I fit. I don't think about magic like everyone else. I'm all- [fists first]

[ barry used to be a deep sleeper until he enrolled in hogwarts. then the shadows began to haunt him, and he developed a fiercer fear of the dark than he ever had before. eleven years old, and taking on the world, yet he couldn't learn a spell to curse the dark away. it's a fear that's stuck with him throughout the years, and though a howler is often meant to scold a child silly, mom had figured out a way to turn the howler inside out and let her voice be there with him when she couldn't. ]

[ he much prefers iris' bed to his own. not only is it in the girls portion of the tower, but he finds her room to be a bit brighter than his. there's something about his own that feels slightly haunted; there's flashes of red he often blames his owl for that illuminate the darkness, and though his magic often gives off a unique golden glow to scare it off, he's never liked it. ]

[ remaining spread out along her bed, barry waits until she's settled before he pretends he's still half-asleep and rolls over to throw his arm over her. his voice is muffled, ] Yeah, but you won't. [ and he remains as a heavy slump, face half buried into her pillow. ] You can't if you're unable to move.

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.]

When I was first accepted, I didn't know how I fit, either.

[ it's whispered like a secret, but iris merely hopes to show clementine she isn't alone with that, either. their experiences might differ, but feeling alone in the world sometimes is a universal human condition. ] Your magic is your own. You're only just starting to explore it. As you go along, you'll find there's many different ways to think about it. [ how first year clementine feels may not be the same as how fifth year clementine will feel. ]

Is someone being unwelcoming? [ iris could give them a talking to... ]

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You might belong in Gryffindor

Shepard | OTA, i'll match format!

Connie | OTA

Tim Wright | ota, will match any format

iris west | ota

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BARRY ALLEN | SIXTH YEAR, PREFECT | OTA

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Rose ][ 6th Year - Will Match Format

dorm | OTA

Common Room!

beckett warner » ota.

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