"Mattresses aaaaaaaaaall across the common room floor, for a bed-floor-sleepover." This was Abey brainstorming. Which was actually just a fancy word for thinking, or more specifically, thinking up ideas about a certain BIGGER idea. See? Smart.

But oh (again). That WASN'T what was happening here, which was interesting, because it clearly meant that something less expected was in the works.

...

That certainly WAS unexpected. Abey thought for a moment, screwing up his face to do so. His thinking face was quite similar to his 'I'm in pain' face, just by the way. He rolled onto his back, and lay on the mattress, staring up at the ceiling. Stiiiiiiiill thinking.

"You're gonna drag this mattress all the way to the LAKE?" he finally asked, sounding incredulous. "I didn't think it had waves big enough for surfing." But, if it did, surfing with a MATTRESS sounded perfect. You would be much less likely to fall off, that was for sure. But also. "Isn't it actually also a little bit far too cold, too?"

anyone want to play? ^^
 

After a long day of classes and climbing the never ending staircase, Olivia finally made it into her common room. Thank Merlin it was warmer in here. With satchel lazily slung on her left shoulder, she stood in front of the fireplace, rubbing her hands together, as she tried to get warm. She didn't like winter. Snow was great at all but it got everywhere pretty quickly. All over her boots and whatnot. Sure, she had magic but she was just getting tired. Once her hands were warm, she headed to the couch closest to the fireplace and sunk into it. She closed her eyes and reflected on her day and totally started dozing off.

Dora was EXHAUSTED. Pooped. Crazy sleepy.

So as soon as she climbed through the portrait hole she made a beeline for the sofa. The sofa that happened to be in front of the fireplace. Dropping her bag she flopped to the cushy, lovely piece of furniture with a heavy sigh. This day was the worst.

Groaning was now happening.

Typically when people heard her being so dramatic and groany they tended to do things for her. Perhaps a cute younger student would offer her some assistance.

She had successfully dozed off until she felt someone plopping down beside her and groaning. Huh? Had she dozed off? Merlin. Did she snore? She blushed at the thought yet kept her eyes shut. Olivia was tempted to jump but stopped herself from doing so. She wasn't a fraidy cat. She was brave and true and noble. Just like every Gryffindor ought to be, right? Instead, she opened a single eye to see who had disturbed her peaceful moment.

Oh. It was Dora. Yay! She liked hearing Dora but she didn't like the groaning. She wondered what was wrong. "Rough day too?" she asked looking at her housemate.

Brave and Noble didn't mean one couldn't be startled from their sleep. Silly Lion. Hehe.

Turning her head slightly, Dora offered a little smile to the other girl. She was sweet, she was. Giving a slight nod, the older lion scooted around a bit and got settled in. "Very. You?" She could share first. And then Dora would get them cocoa and they could commiserate.

WOE BE THE LIONS!

Open for ANYONE! <3
 

Noelle was disgruntled. How could she stay in this room when and escort people around after seeing that Carlton had been sucked into the portal.. not to mention now she knew about Henry and Rooney being taken too.

Pacing the corridor, she should have been checking on students or doing homework... or doing something productive... but all she could manage to do was pace.

Students couldn't even pee by themselves. They should be setting up something to go after that portal. See what is inside of it. Fight!


Noelle needed Olly... She needed Noah...

Izzzzyyy
 

Sam didn't like being confined to the common room. Apart from the mornings, it was loud enough as it was, and now with the curfew it was teeming. He was reading - or attempting to read - but even with using the soundproofing charm on his ears, he was still distracted. Too much hub bub.

He gave a deep, irritated groan as he removed the charm and closed his book rather forcefully. With a sour look on his face, his eyes glanced around the room at these noise-makers. Blue eyes fell upon a nearby Blaise, though, then to the unused wizard's chess board on the table before them. That could be a distraction. Or an attempt at one. But Blaise seemed busy speaking to his quill.

Sam slumped back in his armchair, and when there was a lull in Blaise's words that at least resembled the close of his dictation, Sam spoke. "Are you recording all that for yourself or for a letter to someone?"

The pause was a direct result of his inability to remember exactly what it was someone had said to him during History of Magic. Shame too, it'd been proper funny when he'd heard it but now, not for the life of him would the words replay in his head. This was why he preferred to have his quill on hand recording at all times. Never knew when you were going to be needing some of that information.

The boy's brows creased in concentration, though any hope he had of catching that train of thought was quickly dashed when Sam's voice cut into his concentration. Brown eyes shifted to meet til the met the blue of his housemate. They lingered only a moment before looking to his quill again, gesturing it to continue it's recording of whatever it heard. "For myself. I send some to my mum depending on how horrible my quill can get 'em sounding but for the most part it's for my own amusement."

He liked the way his quill could take a perfectly normal situation and turn it into something straight out of a dysfunctional sitcom. Kept him sane on days he'd otherwise expire from boredom.

"I may have it copy down that notice the Headmistress gave the next time I'm out of the Common Room for kicks." Both because of how potentially interesting it could end up and because something like THAT could maybe...hopefully...kinda make his mum let him leave early. Never knew til you tried right? The Fifth Year took notice of the book Sam had slammed seconds ago. "Homework?" In the noisiest of all the Common Rooms?

anyone :3
 

*grabs*
 

Genny, Levi and Y'ALL GRYFFINDORSSSZ.....
 

Sam's eyes locked with Blaise's for a moment when the other boy looked at him briefly. Aah, so he was journaling. And occasionally sending updates to his mum. As someone who did not keep a journal, he was curious of one thing. "Do you go back and read these records later?" For amusement, or out of boredom, or whatever the inspiration may have been.

"I'm surprised you haven't had your quill copy that down yet," he said, in reference to his comment about recording the Headmistress' most recent notice. That's where Sam would have started his journal entry today if he'd kept one. It was a logical place to start because from there you could go on to explain that that was why everyone was jammed in the common room, and hence why you were bored and confined, and so forth. Anyway. Sam didn't keep a journal, so it was beside the point. Sam's eyes lowered to the book he'd slammed shut a few minutes ago, then shook his head. "Just for pleasure." It was fiction, not a textbook. All his homework was well finished by this point, what with being cooped up at such an early curfew.

Genny was so bored she started counting her exhales to prevent from screaming-- and no, it wasn't figurative, she did scream when she felt helplessly bored and frustrated. Luckily someone else who seemed to be just as bored and unimpressed with their new rules as she was threw himself on the chair opposite of her.

Great, maybe they could be annoyed and frustrated together. That would be fun. "Hm?" She listened, lying like a ragged doll on the couch. "Yeah. Constricting. A lot. Too much. Maybe we should sneak into the Ravenclaw's common room. At least they have large windows. Or Hufflepuff's, they're basically outside but with walls around them." What did that even mean? Ugh. She was annoyed that Nick and Davie had better constricting places than she did. UGH.

"I don't mind the loud noise, though. I'd be running around crazy if it was quiet too." Again, not figurative speech.

Uggggggggggh. Look at Ace and his ever cheerful personality, uggggggggggh, she wanted to poke him and send those milkshakes pouring over his head, maybe THEN they'd have some fun. But Ace was a good friend and Genny fought with enough friends already. "Ace, please. We've been doing nothing but eating and lounging around ALL day." She groaned and rolled on the couch to properly lie down with her legs dangling from the arm. Ugh, woe was her.

mention of the milkshakes
 

"All the time." Blaise confirmed with a nod. "It's much more interesting than the original events and lets me revisit them from another angle." Quick quotes quills made for the best storytellers, no question about that. "Used to let others see what it said about them but too many people wanna rip the pages out after so I don't offer anymore." Not without a clear understanding of the fact it was NOT okay.

As for him not yet taking down the Headmistress' warnings..."I guess you can say my quill's been a little pre-occupied." Lots to cover, so little time, that sort of deal. " 'Sides, I might decide to write it down myself, keep it free of distortions, otherwise mum'll just think I'm exaggerating." Funny how he didn't need his quill to portray just how ridiculous this situation had gotten. Lions packed up in their Common Room, mandatory pee buddies, free milkshakes "Thanks mate." Blaise reached across for one that appeared by the table his couch was at. Right. Couldn't make this stuff up if he wanted to--or he could but why bother when reality had gotten so entertaining?

Blaise eased himself into a sitting position, both to begin sipping his milkshake and to get a better look at Sam's book. "S'it like an adventure book or something?"

Genny watched the boy get himself as comfortable as she was, although looking at him sideways from where she laid was not that comfy. Too lazy to move, though.

Wait, what? Sneak into the Ravenclaw common room? "That is the sole brilliant idea I've heard all week." She replied not-so-enthusiastically because they both knew it was near impossible to do. Unless Davie helped but that good-for-nothing boy would never break rules.

"We need an inside person. My friend is no good, he's too scared of rules. His mom runs a tight ship back at home." She laughed lazily at her own metaphor, Mrs. Bunbury was a tough sailor alright. Genny was legit scared of the lady sometimes, it was a good thing they rarely met and when they did it was only in big gatherings. "Do you have anyone?" Also, Ace was not going to rat them out, pffft. Ace was cool.

"Genny Tate." Her name.

Genny, on the other hands, watched Levi sip from his sugar-shock-to-be glass and not feeling any regrets that she didn't have one. "I was serious. I'm always serious." That was only the case after the lockdown--if she could call it that--was implemented.

Kitty..... hmmm. "Well we're going to have to distract this Kitty and Rooney, the other prefect, if we want to pass through. You snog Kitty and I Rooney. We'll leave them too dizzy to realize what happened by the time we're in." She improvised slowly and lazily, making up an adventure that was not only ridiculous but lacked logic. Who cares about those things, though, Genny just wanted to have fun even if it was mind role-playing.

"You have a sister here, too? Oh man, I gotta get me one of those. I'm starting to thing I'm the only one with no relatives in school." She paused, actually thinking of lying to people and claiming Nicky as her brother. "Who's she? Maybe she'll sneak us in and save us from all the snogging."

Genny had a lopsided smile on her lips as Levi laughed at her suggestion, good that he found it amusing and didn't take it deadly serious. "Yeah, it's probably a devastating suggestion on all level." It was typical Genny, really. "Ah." His suggestions hinted at his great potential of passing as a Ravenclaw, it was smart. "Are you sure you're not a Ravenclaw sneaked into here?" She laughed but not dissing this suggestion completely. "Well, well, well. You seem to be an experienced conman." SMIRK.

See that sibling rivalry? That was something Genny longed for sometimes. She had Giuseppe who's like thirty five now but that didn't count because he's SO OLD and he doesn't fight with her or bicker or whatever. He's too mature, he's almost like having a young dad. It sucked. But also she loved him to bits and wouldn't trade him for the world. "Oh hey, she's in my year. I must've seen her around and not known her name." A hufflepuff Althea, she was going to look for her now. "Oh that does sound like what a sibling would do." She laughed, "Luckily, I don't have anything to rat me out. Not here nor at home."

If he’d been a different sort of person, Levi would have been offended. And though he did not consider himself a conman in the slightest, well--he was very much inclined to take it as a compliment. “Uh, I think I’d make a very poor Ravenclaw. But thank you. Maybe?” He said, after tipping his head at her and grinning very openly. Levi liked analyzing and over-analyzing things as a Ravenclaw probably would; but he often did it after decisions had been made and were in the middle of being executed. A direct result of his two favourite policies:

Always try everything once.
Jump in and ask questions later.

“Anyway,” Levi continued, trying very hard not to laugh. Which was difficult because the sugar had gone to his head. “I think the socially acceptable term would be ‘creative.’” The fifth year jumped back on his feet, stretching his arms above his head. “There's always someone that can you rat you out, Genny Tate. Probably when you least expect it.” With a quick flick of his wand, he cleaned his mostly empty glass of milkshake. “I’m going out. Wanna come with?” Levi made sure to say it VERY LOUDLY so prefect authorities or whatever would KNOW he was not going alone. It almost made him roll his eyes. “Buddy system and all!”

Genny was not a good reader of people's expressions unless they were as open and explosive as hers. She shrugged with a grin at Levi's protest to being a Ravenclaw, that reaction was Gryffindorish. So he was okay. Genny approved the Sorting Hat work. Heh.

"Socially accepted terms are just boring." She added with a chuckle, then watched with bemusement as his sugar rush commenced. "I don't believe that." About the ratting out things. She only ever cared about her parents hearing things that would embarrass them about her, really. She couldn't care less about embarrassing her professors. However, professors usually ratted students to parents so... this was one of them vicious cycles.

Ugh, they were moving now? But she enjoyed being lazy and lying here on the couch. "I will if you carry me out of here." She grinned, completely being serious.

Yes, socially acceptable was not how Genny was brought up to strictly hold on to. Her parents taught her in a manner that did not restrict her imagination or behaviour to the point that she learnt about respect but she also liked to think and behave 'outside the box' without real repercussion.

Genny did not think he'd agree to her silly request, but he did! She grinned and lifted up her arms lazily. "Hell, no piggyback, I'm not two." So, the other option was much better. Was he going to be able to hold her though? Because she was not heavy but she had quite some muscles from Quidditch, so she did look a little bigger than her peers. She was not self-insecure though so if they fell, it would be just a hilarious moment to cherish and write about in the memory book in her seventh year.