Post by Whites!!! on Jul 8, 2012 23:50:18 GMT -5
There was a fumble, and then the painting guarding the Gryffindor common room swung out as one Eric's Boots and Shoes Whites stumbled into the room, bringing two very (surely) controversial and uninvited guests with him as he did so. On his left was one of his best friends, a girl with rainbow hair and a generally unacceptable attitude as well as vocabulary. After an adventure with her that involved drakborough and eight year olds, though, it seemed that they were fast friends. It was funny, really, but it worked because Whites just wanted people to be happy, but not in that goody-goody way that Layne F.L.O. Larkin probably hated (that rebel). On his right was another Slytherin girl, one with slightly more standard hair and a slightly more standard demeanor. Of course, she wasn't the friendliest student you could meet, and she still shared a lot of traits with her Slytherin peers, but Whites had a feeling she was a good person. They had done homework together just the other day, too, and that had gone okay. So it was nice. Whites was happy. The only thing that could make him happier was if his best friend Leon Foster was here to round things out, but considering his history with both of the girls on his sides, Whites supposed that that wasn't a particularly good idea.
Thankfully, from what Whites could see, the common room was empty. He turned to Layne, and then Micha in turn, and whispered 'shhhh' to them. He didn't know, of course, but Micha's liquid luck probably wouldn't have let them get caught unless it would like, save their lives or something, but even if he did know about it, he probably would have 'shhhh'd them anyway. After all, it was highly against the rules, what they were doing. Well, he was sure that it wasn't exactly uncommon, secret inter-house relationships that got... er, consumated in different common rooms, especially in the upper years, but still, that didn't mean it was allowed. They still had to be careful.
Not that they were about to partake in some crazy interhouse threesome or something, of course. They were here to do one thing and one thing only.
"Ball so hard," Whites whispered as they crept up the stairs to his (and Leon's!) dormitory. "Motherfuckers wanna fine me."
With that wisdom shooting towards Layne and Micha's ears, Whites all but kicked his door open, revealing the Gryffindor Fifth(?) year boy's dormitories. He hadn't thought to clean it up beforehand, after all, this had all started with him loitering in the library, so there were some things he would've rathered been put away. Some laundry, for one thing. The edges of a magazine poking out of the crack under his mattress for another. Some of the more embarassing posters would've probably been tucked away, too, but whatever. This wasn't about the dormitory, after all.
This was about revenge.
"Greetings, and welcome." Whites said. "...What are we doing here again?"
Thankfully, from what Whites could see, the common room was empty. He turned to Layne, and then Micha in turn, and whispered 'shhhh' to them. He didn't know, of course, but Micha's liquid luck probably wouldn't have let them get caught unless it would like, save their lives or something, but even if he did know about it, he probably would have 'shhhh'd them anyway. After all, it was highly against the rules, what they were doing. Well, he was sure that it wasn't exactly uncommon, secret inter-house relationships that got... er, consumated in different common rooms, especially in the upper years, but still, that didn't mean it was allowed. They still had to be careful.
Not that they were about to partake in some crazy interhouse threesome or something, of course. They were here to do one thing and one thing only.
"Ball so hard," Whites whispered as they crept up the stairs to his (and Leon's!) dormitory. "Motherfuckers wanna fine me."
With that wisdom shooting towards Layne and Micha's ears, Whites all but kicked his door open, revealing the Gryffindor Fifth(?) year boy's dormitories. He hadn't thought to clean it up beforehand, after all, this had all started with him loitering in the library, so there were some things he would've rathered been put away. Some laundry, for one thing. The edges of a magazine poking out of the crack under his mattress for another. Some of the more embarassing posters would've probably been tucked away, too, but whatever. This wasn't about the dormitory, after all.
This was about revenge.
"Greetings, and welcome." Whites said. "...What are we doing here again?"