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| | Term 58: May - August 2021 Term Fifty-Eight: Have Some Bread (Sept 2104 - June 2105) | 
08-08-2020, 07:53 PM
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Welcome to the Slytherin Common Room!
When you first enter the room, it may take a moment for your eyes to adjust to the dim, green-tinted room. The stony walls are unusually tall for being in a dungeon. Green-hued lamps hover around the perimeter of the room. It seems a bit cold, dull, and damp, but the closer to stand next to the large fireplaces, the warmer you will get. Above the fireplaces are carvings in stone of large snake heads, so you never forget which House you belong to. Additional snake-like carvings slither their way around the fireplaces and along the walls of the room.
Leather couches and arm chairs surround the different gathering areas that are accompanied by a fireplace. Various dark wooden tables with matching wooden chairs are set up around the common room as well, providing plenty of space to do your homework, read, study, or plot your next prank.
The windows, the few that exist, seem strangely dim. With a quick glance, you may think they're just insanely dirty. But every once in a while, you might see a fish flash by... or a kelpie... or perhaps a tentacle from the Giant Squid. That's right - you may be in the dungeons, but you share the underground with the creatures of the Black Lake, too.
Make yourself at home. You may want to bring a blanket.
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With a blanket in hand, and nothing else to do, Kayne made his way into the Slytherin Common Room. All of his work had been previously completed, and there was no studying to be done, so this was a chance for some rest and relaxation. He did deserve it after all. Every day it was work, work, work, with no chance to just kick back and take some time to himself.
Taking a seat on one of the leather couches in front of the fireplace, the fourth year had also brought a ton of his nail polish down with him. The current way he had his nails painted was starting to get old and chipped, so Kayne was gonna redo them during this time off. Also with him was his inspiration book, which had tons of different designs that he could possibly use. There was one that looked like flames, another that looked like a snake slithering across the five nail beds, lightning bolts, the list goes on and on. Kayne's nails was one of the ways that he stood out amongst the crowd, always using bright and bold colors.
But, the true question was, how would he paint them today?
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Every time Nem stepped into this room, they had the unnecessary reminder of just how adsurd it was. Embracing the doom and gloom aesthetic was next level ridiculous, but they'd worn out that line of thought so many times, it just wasn't worth going down it again. They spent almost no time in here, it wasn't their problem. They didn't care.
Having entered the common room from the direction of the corridor, Nem made for the seating area around the fireplace, largely ignoring the student already there. They paused, their back to the fire, eyes raking the seating options before honing in on an armchair that did not appear discernibly different from the others in any way. Nem knelt before it, tossed away the cushion sitting there - unintentionally but unconcernedly sending it in the direction of the fourth year on the nearby couch - then set the seat cushion aside. With a soft riiiip, Nem non-verbally slit open the fabric at the base of the armchair, and stuck their hand inside.
Just a regular day in the life. Don't even worry about it.
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Went Kayne's notebook as he was just going through the many designs drawn out in there. With so many amazing ones on the many pages, he always had a hard time deciding on which to use next. Did he want something more chic? No, too fancy. Those ones were typically saved for special occasions such as the Yule Ball. Something monochromatic? Too boring. Neon? Now that, Kayne was actually thinking of doing. Color scheme now in mind, the boy just had to decide on what pattern that would be laid out next.
Too busy in trying to figure out what to do, the fourth year Slytherin wasn't even aware that someone else had entered into the room. Until it hit him...
Literally something had hit him in the face. Thankfully, the object that collided with Kayne's noggin was simply just a pillow, but still. Now alerted to the presence of another housemate who was...ripping apart one of the armchairs...? His hazel eyes looked up to glare at them. Keeping his cool though, he didn't even really raise an eyebrow at the other person. And he wasn't gonna comment on what they were doing either. Some people just ripped chairs open, ya know? "Thanks for the pillow, my neck was starting to get sore." Kayne remarked, with sarcasm in his voice. If that pillow would have hit any of the nail polish that was laying on the table, then the Mordrake heir might have lost his cool; emphasis on might. The set that he bought was extremely expensive, and just the mere thought of one possibly falling off the table, potentially breaking, made emotions stir within himself. But, said emotions were kept internalized. He was definitely not the type of person to wear his emotions on his sleeves.
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| Divination LTA - Post 1 ~ Mrs. Steve Harrington ~ It be like that sometimes.
It had been a wild Saturday morning. The Hogwarts hippogriffs, for some reason, wanted to make her work extra hard today and so Claudine had spent a great deal of time and energy trying to feed them in addition to making sure they got to properly stretch their wings. She may have over exerted herself due to the fac that she hadn’t wanted Williamson to think that she was incapable of the tasks he had assigned her. Though… by now, the man ought to know better. Anyway…
The sixth year had now dozed off in one of the comfy armchairs in a corner of her common room and was in the middle of the dream. It was in fact, a nightmare {or a daymare?}. Williamson and Fuller-Thompson were both eyeing her with disappointment. They told her that they were disappointed with her conduct during her seven years at Hogwarts {obviously this dream was taking place near her time of graduation}. The men refused to write her letters of recommendation as they said they would have done. This meant that Claudine would be unable to intern at Reserves as soon as she graduated, or so she thought. The realisation made her start crying immediately, her body shaking with great, ugly sobs.
The real Claudine awoke with a start, her heart pounding and her breathing not exactly right… those old telltale signs of her anxiety at work. She sat there, replaying that dream but reminding herself that it was not real; that Williamson and Fuller-Thompson would not do that to her.
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