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AmbiguouslyMe 
The dungeons were perhaps among the less-than-likely locations one might find Emrys Bateman, after, of course, large gatherings, raucous hallways conversations, close quarters with pretty girls and, of course, a sporting field.
But in the dungeons he was, robe pulled tightly around him. It wasn't cold, necessarily, but he shivered all the same. He was just looking for a quiet place to gather his thoughts, after that disaster of a seminar, and the dungeon was about as far as you could get from the towers without going outside.
A single curl fell across Emrys' forehead as he paced back and forth, arms crossed in front of his chest as if he could hug warmth to himself.
Damp. That's what the dungeons were. Damp. And probably mildew-y.
This self-loathing thing was going to be murder on his allergies.
After a lovely afternoon with Taryn down by the duck pond, the Gryffindor needed to get some studying done in the Library for his swiftly approaching finals. So after saying goodbye to his girlfriend by the entrance to the Slytherin Common Room, August turned around and walked quickly down the corridor to the parts of the Castle with fresh and un-damp air.
Honestly he had no idea how the Snakes didn't aways have colds or other sicknesses living in the Dungeons all the time. There was a reason prisoners of old were held in dungeons instead of the nice warm towers. As he turned another corner, the Gryffindor stopped and looked at the only other person in view.
The kid from the Entrancing Charms Seminar was just standing there. Had he watched him and Taryn walk by? He better know not to start anything by telling her about what had happened with Kurumi. That was already taken care of.
"Hey, you. Don't bother telling Taryn about what happened. She already knows." He crossed his arms and looked at the boy trying to act tough but failed miserably. He knew that he had had a girlfriend didn't he? Obviously he was the one down here spying.