Gryffindor Boys' Dormitory
 

Sean turned to see a boy talking to him."My name's Sean" he replied.

Brought his attention to the boy and focused his gaze. “Hi, Sean, I’m Jason. What year are you in?” By the look of his small figure, he could tell he was a first year. “Ah, my first year at Hogwarts was the hardest. You’ll get used to this school in time. Well, the years almost over though. How’s it going? Do you find it easy? DADA was always my favorite class.’ He pulled out his wand. “This baby is the best.”
He thought again. “Got any girl troubles yet?” He asked. “There’s this girl named Reed, she’s causing me trouble. I guess girls just want to have more authority than you.” He scowled, then gave the boy a friendly pat on the shoulder. “You’ll hope you won’t get that much attention from girls, but there will always be that one special one.”

"oh, hey mat! What's going on?" Jason said. He had no problem with mang friends. With girls, it was different though.

Rex comes in the boys dormitory. He has had a long day. "Anyone in here have troubles with girlfriends?" Rex asked them all.

"Still working on them?" Rafe asked as he saw Carter reading the Transfiguration books. He went over to his bed and flopped on it face down, then slowly rolled over. Rafe yawned, "IIIIII feeeeel soooo out of practice." He was referring to the Quidditch tryouts. "I'm going to have to start training more over the summer or at least get some extra practice in between." Rafe stretched, he was slightly sore. "I think Brant might be the death of me," Rafe forced a laugh because he was slightly serious.

"Yeah. I'm almost done with the first one." Carter said. "Remember how Professor Kingsley said that they did it illegally? Do you think there's a legal way to go about it?" he asked. Maybe there was this whole system set up where there was like a coach or someone checking up on you. "I mean, you don't just wake up someday as a bear or something. It's something you have to work at." he said looking down at the book. It was something waaayyy too advanced for them now, but eventually it would probably be doable.

He nodded with a chuckle as Rafe mentioned he was out of practice. "Oh, me too. I haven't been up in the air at all since the last game last term." he said. "My body has gotten used to being right here on the ground."

"Yeah, keep reading that 'To Bee or Not to Bee' one..." Rafe said as he grabbed his pillow and scrunched it under his chest then laid on his stomach and faced Carter. "The author goes on and on about the research that went into it and how he had to get all this paperwork, then explain his markings...yadda yadda yadda..." Rafe started to roll his eyes, but he stopped, trying to break that habit. "And that old one, is just more and more theories...that's all it is, is words and no actions!" Rafe shook his head. "I think if we really want to know how it works, we're going to have to get into the Restricted Section at the Library!" The question was all a matter of 'How?'

Rafe laughed as he mentioned about getting used to the ground. "You reminded me about Ella talking about how you two played football over the summer. I swear it's a sport I'll never fully understand, but she said she'd try and teach me." She would definitely need a lot of luck. Rafe preferred sports on brooms!

"I couldn't imagine becoming a bee." Carter said laughing after Rafe mentioned the bee book. "Wouldn't that be horrible? If my inner Carter spirit was a bee. Or worse, I could be a slug." he joked. "The restricted section?" he asked sitting up. "That sounds like fun. Do you think there's a Professor that would sign off on us wandering around in there?" He stopped. "Or were you thinking of getting in some other way...?"

"Yeah, we did. I used to play. A lot actually. That's what I was planning on doing before... you know, all of this. I had my own coach, trainer, and agent. I played all over the world and was accepted into an Olympic training camp too." he said rambling about his old life. "It's kind of like Quidditch... except it's all played on the ground... and there's only one ball... and everyone's a chaser... and you kick the ball instead of passing it..." he said. "Okay. So I guess that's a lot different from Quidditch."

"Well, that Theoretical Transfiguration: Principles and Laws. A Primer. Volume One - Voluntary Human Transformations by Theosophilus Moretti," That was a mouthful, "Suggests that whatever your patronus is, is most likely your inner spirit that becomes your animagus." Rafe had a gut feeling what his was. "So, if you can conjure a Patronus, then you'd have a pretty good idea of what your animagus would be."

"Is Sinatra worried about a little restriction?" Rafe laughed. "Where there's a will there's a way my friend! Maybe we could just butter up one of these professors to write us a pass or something, but that might be harder than trying to break down a few magical barriers." Rafe didn't exactly have a plan of a way of getting around it, but he was very determined to learn more about becoming an animagus. Sometimes that's all you needed was a little determination.

"Wow, that's pretty impressive from a muggle standpoint," Rafe said rather amused. "Wow, the Olympics, something I actually know what you're talking about! It originated in Greece...some wizards and witches like to recreate some of their events every year and make a festival of it, though I don't know if their just mocking muggles or simply do it for fun," Rafe wondered. "Good food though," he laughed.

"Hmm...I just don't know if I would be coordinated enough for such a sport, it sounds like it has it's complications," Rafe said a little wearily.

"Well, I guess that means that I need to practice my patronus." Carter said with a laugh.

"Agreed. But who could we butter up?" he asked.

He laughed. "Oh yeah? I bet that would be a sight to see." he said. He imagined a bunch of wizards and witches doing their imitation of muggle sports.

"And football isn't too bad, really. Quidditch takes a little more effort to learn."

"I don't know. Kingsley definitely won't do it..." Rafe tried to think of the other professors, they were too smart for their age. "We need a professor like Lord Borr, but what are the odds?" Rafe didn't want to think about it. When the time came, he would have a solution.

"Well, I'll take your word about football," Rafe said. "I suppose I should give it a go at least once before I can completely judge it."

Oh sports...that's was usually what the boys talked about and, "So how are things going with you and Marie?"

Carter laughed. "I think I'd take my chances of sneaking in over having another Lord Borr." he said. "But you're right, we still have a few years to get on someone's good side." he said.

"Things are great. You'll be pleased to know that we finally made it official." he said. "I am now the proud boyfriend of a Slytherin."

"I'll have to see what tricks I have up my sleeves to get past security," Rafe jumped down and opened up his trunk and started going through things. "Hmm... and how to avoid detention!" Rafe would hate to be sent to detention expecially with Quidditch and then time taken away from Marilyn. He slammed the trunk shut. "I'll look into it more late," he said as he hopped on his bed once more.

Rafe smiled as he heard Carter's good news. "That's bloody fantastic mate! We certainly do have a thing for blondes! And Slytherins for that matter!"

Carter laughed. "Yes, not getting detention would be good." he said. He shut the transfiguration book he was reading. He wouldn't be able to get any more reading done tonight. He placed the book on his nightstand.

"Yes, who wouldn't?" he asked. There was just something special about a girl who would take care of herself. "I'm looking forward to Hogsmeade where we can have a proper date." he said. And he was looking forward to not having to poke any bushes to make sure Destiny wasn't nearby when they kissed.

"I think I might do a little more research on my own before reaching that point? Maybe we should look into getting into the Restricted Section after the last Quidditch match..." Rafe raised an eyebrow. That was certainly something Rafe and Carter could agree on. Not getting detention preventing them from playing.

"I'm definitely ready for Hogsmeade, I promised a little firstie I'd by her a butterbeer," Rafe stood up and stretched. "Gotta expand our social circle," Rafe laughed. Rafe yawned. "I feel like stretching my legs...wanna go to the lake or something? Maybe we can tickle the Giant Squid or something," he grinned.

Carter laughed. "Deal." he said. They wouldn't want to miss quidditch. That would not be good at all.

"A little firstie? How does Marilyn feel about that?" he asked with a laugh. Marilyn was a possessive girl. She got mad at Marie just for speaking to Rafe.

"That sounds good." he said getting up. "To the lake!" he said in an official-like tone.

Brant brought up from the lake his freshly painted runes. "Looks good to me, but I better not touch them untill I know they are dry" he said out loud. Putting them on his desk he pulled out his rune book and flipped through the pages to know their meaning a little bit better. Finding each rune and then writing a little note of each one and their meanings. They finally looked dried so Brant took out his wand and then Made sure that the paint wouldn't chip or fade away.

"Psh. YEAH!" Jason said.

" I am Rex Trigwell" he told the boy answering about troubles with girlfriends. "So what is your problem with your girlfriend?" Rex asked him.

Sitting on his bed Joshua started to play with the owl snacks in his hand. He had been waiting for a letter from his parents for quite a long time yet his owl had been out for a couple of weeks and it still had not come back. Sighing at the thought, he threw the owl snaks in his bag and stood up and started to pace in the room as he waited for his mate Rafe.