Common Room Conversation (open)

[Randell Floyd H1]

Going down to the Hufflepuff common room after a satisfying dinner. Pink realized he had forgotten his bag up in the Great Hall. Walking back in a quick pace. He slowed his walk to take in all the wonderful decorations along the corridors. He slowly got back to the Great Hall picking up his bag, he stopped for quite a while and admired the many trees decorated with many ordimants, many of them were as tall as the hall itself. After awhile he fell out of his daze and continued to make his way to the common room.

When he got their he dropped his bag which people sometimes laughed at him for having, it was full of patches that had muggle bands on them he did have one with the Hufflepuff emblem and another with the Chudley Cannons, his and his father's favorite quidditch team, which flew around his bag as if it was in the middle of a quidditch match. When he got their he changed into his favorite t-shirt (Jimi Hendrix) and into some pajama pants. Grabbing his book and walking back down into the common room he sat down in one of the good chairs by the fire and began reading.

By eight the common room was packed with students who were getting ready to call it a night. Only he and a few other students looked like they were going to be there for a while still. Pink was one of the few. He had been there since after supper and was probably going to be there for awhile longer. His gaze broke away from his book and floated lazily to the fire. Pink suddenly felt a blanket of comfort and security fold around him. Slowly he felt his eyes close and sleep envelope him.

Pink awoke a few hours later by a loud popping from the fire. Jumping a little he saw the fire kindling away and the security and comfort leaving him. Back in reality he felt very awake and alert. Looking and the grandfather clock in the corner as it chimed ten o'clock. He turned back to his book.

[Sita Mehadi H7]

It was one of those nights where the work seemed to drag on interminably - copying facts out of the textbook for Herbology (and trying to learn them at the same time), putting the finishing touches to a Muggle Studies essay that was due in tomorrow, writing a short account of how to care for phoenixes for Care of Magical Creatures, and finally reading the textbook entry on Pepperup Potions, which Professor Snape had informed them they would be making in class tomorrow (unusual for him to give them advance warning - perhaps it had been a bout of festive cheer, or maybe he thought it more likely to ruin their week if they worried about it, or possibly he was going to change his mind, but at any rate it seemed unwise not to prepare in advance). She'd had Quidditch practice, in the dark, before dinner, had a quick (cold) shower in the changing rooms, and had been working ever since.

When it got to quarter to ten, Sita had finally had enough. In fact, for the amount of work she'd done, she knew that it hadn't taken her nearly as long as it could have done. Some nights she had to work past midnight, but tonight she'd had the willpower to get started earlier and so she didn't need to work so late. Plus she had less work than sometimes... life as a sixth former was hard going, she thought to herself mournfully. She was too tired now to focus on her Potions book any further, so she went to her locker and put it away, instead taking out Quidditch Through the Ages for some light reading. There was no one around who she had any interest in talking to - the famous couple from her own year were there, but she had nothing to say to Aaron or Ingrid nowadays. She sat down in a chair near the fire, flicking casually through the pages until she found where she'd left off. The Quidditch obsession was relatively new - until she'd begun playing, she hadn't really cared all that much. Now she thought it might have taken over her life...

After all the reading she'd done already this evening, her book couldn't maintain her interest, and when a young boy who'd been snoozing in an armchair nearby jumped at a small noise from the fire, the movement in the corner of her eye caught her attention. She smiled to herself and put her book down in her lap, turning to address the boy, interrupting him just as he began reading his own book again.
"Haven't you been in Hogwarts for enough time so that you don't get scared by little noises?" she asked. "If you're that jumpy you must get a real shock when you bump into a ghost," she remarked, perhaps a little unkindly, although she was only teasing him in a friendly manner, expecting him to respond in kind. And if he chose to took offence... well, she didn't care what an ickle firstie thought of her anyway.

[Randell Floyd H1]

Feeling embarrassed that some one had seen him jump over a little popping from the fire. "Well it was the dream I was having," Pink said "and it was only because I was sleeping. Most of the time I don't care enough to notice it, well unless it's inside my personal bubble." Pink really didn't remember what his dream was but he remembered it was very frightening, it was something about everyone in his family dying, which is his greatest fear. "What are you reading," he asked "I noticed it was quidditch."

He suddenly felt that sense of comfort and warmth again. He had no idea why maybe it was because he met someone nice, most the people he meets don't even give him the time of day only because he's a first year. They also didn't like him because he liked muggle things and some people, mostly Slytherins, didn't like him because of it.

He looked again to his book and read the front cover 'Interview with The Vampire Anne Rice'. Sighing he looked again towards the girl's face. He saw kindness in her eyes. He fell again into a gaze but it seemed to enhance his senses. He heard and saw everything around him. He heard the fire crackling and popping, some students up in their dorm rooms talking and laughing. He saw a fly land on the wall behind the girls head.

Breaking from the trance Pink saw and heard everything normally now.To hear the students upstairs he had to strain his ears and to see the fly he had to strain his eyes. The simple clarity of everything disappeared they know felt very dull. After his senses being so acute. He also felt very tired and exhausted.