SPOILER!!: I LOVE him <3
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hermionesclone
There was everything wrong with felines. Or maybe it was just felines that didn't like him. Because he had no problem petting Cinna's cat but this one? This one needed to be watched, and that's exactly what Grayson was doing as they walked along the corridor.
It wasn't until Lex had said something about a common room that he looked up and then over at the direction she was pointing at. "So that's what the barrels are for!" Again, he had thought they were just there for decoration. Nothing major. Vinegar? "Why? Their common room smells of vinegar or something?" And here he had thought that the house of the Huggers and Finders would have a common room that smelled differently. Maybe something fruity or flowery.
When the Gryffindor stopped, so I'd Grayson. Pay close attention???? To what? A FRUITbowl? Jeez, what was so interesting about THAT?! He was about to roll his eyes and retort when.............
............. things started to happen.
What in the name of.
So it turned out that the Gryffindor hadn't gone bananas and was tickling a pear in a painting for no reason. There was an entrance and he was going to be led somewhere. And Lex was telling him to enter. She was grinning too. "Er, alright," he said, shrugging his shoulders. There was no way that Lex would lead him to his death. Nuh uh. That didn't mean that he wasn't showing signs of caution and nervousness as he pushed open the door and led the way to--
HOLY.
FREAKING.
MERLIN!!!!!!
"This is a kitchen?" he whispered, his blue eyes wide and staring around at the room. He then turned to look at Lex and said in a louder voice, "This is a kitchen!!!" This was the BEST. LEX was the best. He wasn't going to admit that but HELLO?! She had just shown him how to get into a very useful room.
"This is brilliant!"
This was a lot more entertaining than she'd thought it could have been. Giving new kids a tour and seeing their reactions was worth a delay to the kitchen. She'd been to the kitchen
loads of times but it wasn't everyday that she played tour guide. Don't get her wrong, this wouldn't become a thriving business for her considering she had better things to do than hold every new kid's hand and molly coddle them til mid-term but this right here was funny and she gave a firm nod to his exclamation of the barrels.
"Yup, they guard the entrance. I always thought it was quite fitting for them." You know, barrels usually being used to store food and them being...well...Puffers and all.
"The vinegar's what you get doused with if you aren't a Hufflepuff but you try getting in. Last I heard, no one's broken in their in over 100 years but that can't be true because I've been in their a couple times." And lookit her with her fancy
scarlet and gold robes then again, she wasn't
breaking in.
"But I never told you that. We aren't meant to be visiting each other's Common Rooms, got it?" Where were the Professors to see her try her hand at this responsible Prefect thing? Eh, it was just as well. The responsibility would die in another minute or two, just watch.
His caution as he entered didn't go unnoticed. He had nothing to worry about though. If she wanted to lead him to his doom it'd have been MUCH better orchestrated and she wouldn't show her face, in case he lived to
tell someone.
Once inside, she waited for him to internalize where he now was. It seemed he'd gotten it with his question...then again when he yelled it at her. His excitement made it hard for her grin to die.
"It is brilliant! No waiting on 'meal times' to grab a bite to eat. I come down here for late night snacks sometimes--but I didn't tell you that either." Because
responsible Prefects did not only enforce curfew, the abided by it...or some hogwash of the sort, really she hadn't been paying attention.