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If you're wandering around the seventh-floor corridor and you suddenly have the urge to cover your ears, you know you're steadily approaching the Fat Lady's portrait. While it isn't an uncommon fact that the vocal portrait guards the entrance to the Gryffindor Common Room, getting past the Fat Lady without the correct password is no easy feat. Her passion for tip-top security is just as great as her love for good food and drink.
Though the Fat Lady is very particular about who she allows to pass through the portrait hole, she really doesn't mind anyone hanging around in the corridor. At every opportune moment, she will insist that you stop to listen to her "amazing" singing voice or engage in very loud conversation about the latest gossip. Even the Gryffindors themselves have to put up with the antics of this loud and flamboyant woman -- sometimes she won't even let them inside their common room until she is satisfied with their response to her singing or finds the gossip juicy enough to go share with her friend Violet.
How late had he managed to stay out? Truthfully, Hooper was the type to stay out late if there was something that he wanted to do, only this time, he’d stayed out late simply because he’d let time slip away from him. One moment, he’d been walking around the grounds in the cold rain, and the next moment, the sun was rising and he’d been out in it for hours. Truthfully, he’d been out there for hours without a real reason. He’d simply been lost in thought and unable to sleep.
Luckily for him, the castle seemed to be relatively quiet as he wanted back up towards the Gryffindor common room. Some people may have been stirring early to go for breakfast but this Gryffindor was ready to sleep now, finally!. Sadly, as he got to the seventh-floor corridor and caught sight of the Fat Lady’s portrait for the first time, he quickly came to the realisation that he couldn’t remember the password.
Absolutely drenched and shivering slightly, Hooper slumped to the floor next to the portrait and closed his eyes. His longish, brown hair was stuck to his face and his clothes were creating a puddle of water around him as he sat on the cold, stone floor but he didn’t mind. He was ready to pass out sleep.
How late had he managed to stay out? Truthfully, Hooper was the type to stay out late if there was something that he wanted to do, only this time, he’d stayed out late simply because he’d let time slip away from him. One moment, he’d been walking around the grounds in the cold rain, and the next moment, the sun was rising and he’d been out in it for hours. Truthfully, he’d been out there for hours without a real reason. He’d simply been lost in thought and unable to sleep.
Luckily for him, the castle seemed to be relatively quiet as he wanted back up towards the Gryffindor common room. Some people may have been stirring early to go for breakfast but this Gryffindor was ready to sleep now, finally!. Sadly, as he got to the seventh-floor corridor and caught sight of the Fat Lady’s portrait for the first time, he quickly came to the realisation that he couldn’t remember the password.
Absolutely drenched and shivering slightly, Hooper slumped to the floor next to the portrait and closed his eyes. His longish, brown hair was stuck to his face and his clothes were creating a puddle of water around him as he sat on the cold, stone floor but he didn’t mind. He was ready to pass out sleep.
Leonardo was up early with the intention to head to the great hall to have himself a hot cup of lemon tea. His throat was still raspy and sore from the hideous cold he’s had for the last couple of weeks. Leo wasn’t one to get sick often, heck he hadn’t been sick all year and perhaps this was making up for it. Slipping on his black leather jack the young lion marched out of the common room.
As he made his way out he noticed his good buddy Hooper not looking very well. Concerned, Leo went to aid. ”Are you alright, mate?” Clearly Hooper did not look alright, but it was the first thing that came out his mouth! Using all his strength, Leo did his best to help his friend up on his feet. What the heck? Why was he drenched? Not that is was any of Leo's business. "Do you want to see the nurse?" Leo offered.
Leonardo was up early with the intention to head to the great hall to have himself a hot cup of lemon tea. His throat was still raspy and sore from the hideous cold he’s had for the last couple of weeks. Leo wasn’t one to get sick often, heck he hadn’t been sick all year and perhaps this was making up for it. Slipping on his black leather jack the young lion marched out of the common room.
As he made his way out he noticed his good buddy Hooper not looking very well. Concerned, Leo went to aid. ”Are you alright, mate?” Clearly Hooper did not look alright, but it was the first thing that came out his mouth! Using all his strength, Leo did his best to help his friend up on his feet. What the heck? Why was he drenched? Not that is was any of Leo's business. "Do you want to see the nurse?" Leo offered.
With his eyes closed and his mind almost completely asleep, it took Hooper a moment to actually hear the raspy voice that had talked to him but eventually, he did manage to wrestle open his eyes. The only issue was, his hair was now in his face. After moving the wet curtains that were wreaking havoc in his vision, his eyes managed to focus on the boy that was looking down at him. Blinking away the sleepies, he laughed a little and forced a smile across his face.
“Oh, hey Leo. What’s up man?” Using Leo’s hand and a whole lot of his strength, he managed to pull himself up onto his feat and casually lean and not fall against the wall next to the portrait of the Fat Lady. “Nurse? Why?” Did he look ill? Was pale or…As he pondered Leo’s question for a second, he actually thought about how he was feeling as he leant against the wall. Tired, sure but also numb…which wasn’t a good sigh. “Uhhh…I dunno. I don’t really feel great. I’m a bit…numb.” As if to prove a point, the sixth year pinched his own skin without flinching. “Maybe I should just sit by the fire for a bit. I don’t think forgetting the password after spending the night out in the rain was the best idea,” he laughed, a little sheepishly now. Oops.
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Fat Lady's Portrait 
