The Trophy Room

Katie raised an eyebrow at him, "The dungeons are cold thank you very much. And, you maybe utterly gorgeous, but some of your dungeon mates - not so much. I would defiantly rather be up in the tower than down there!" She leant forward to whisper in his ear, "Did you know that the Giant Squid gets off watching all the boys in the Seventh year sleep."

[WHAAAAAAAA *STARES* THANK GOODNESS I DON'T SLEEP!]

Marco smirked and leaned down to whisper to her in return. "Did you know Sirius Black gets off watching all the girls in Gryffindor sleep..." He laughed, but wasn't so sure it was far from true. He wouldn't put it past him. "Anyway, cold isn't so bad you know. Just means we'd get to be close." He dipped his head down to eyelevel with hers, looking into her beautiful blue eyes and brushing the tip of his nose just past hers, but resisting the urge to kiss her over and over and over and over and over and over....

"Sirius what? Oh hell no. He is so dead I am-" But her train of thought ended there as Marco leaned down towards her, his lips stopping just centimetres from hers. "You know that whole being cold thing. I think that could work actually..." She said, closing the gap pressing her lips to his. Her arms pushed up his shirt resting on his abs.

He smiled into the kiss as she moved her hands up under his shirt a bit. He let go of her shoulders, convinced enough by now that she wouldn't run off again, and put one hand on the back of her head, weaving his fingers in her soft hair. His other hand slipped down her side, sneaking around her lower back to pull her closer to him. He pulled away for a moment to whisper to her, wasting no time afterwards in reuniting their lips. "Oh, it could definitely work."

Darn that illness for keeping her away from these lips for so long! From now on she would eat her vegetables and take loads of Vitamin C tablets to keep her healthy, to avoid missing out on this ever again. She smiled against his lips as he pulled her closer, pressing her his against his."You know, maybe I can just tell you the Gryffindor password and you can stay there? No... wait.... Mary McDonald got detention last time she told someone else. Darn..."

"I could always just sweep you away to the dungeons. They really don't seem to care all that much." He'd pulled her lips away, resting his forehead against hers as he looked at her with a cheeky sort of grin. He waited a moment before he leaned down quickly and wrapped his arms around her legs, lifting her up and holding her over his shoulder before she could wriggle away. He started toward the door, laughing as she was slung over his shoulder. "Ready to go?"

"Where to my liege?" She giggled resting her hands on his back, resisting reaching down and pinching his beautiful arse. A wide smile stretched over her face, everything right now was perfect. She couldn't wish for anything else.


[I have to go to bed nowww! We will do more NIGHT]

"To my bedchambers of course!" He laughed and headed out of the door, sure to take the secret back path to get down to the dungeons, just because he still knew she didn't like them to be seen too much. And later we can pick up when they get to the common room. Which we'll have to make a thread in Miscellaneous Locations so that we can both post there unless Eowyn wanted to give Katie special powers.

GOODNIGHT LOVELY <3

Tracey got lost while exploring and found herself in a room full of trophies. Wow, people actually did this stuff? She thought it was a little strange though that they were on display. Like, wouldn't people want to keep their trophies with them at their place or whatever? She always kept her beauty pagent trophies and awards in her special room at home. They were even more special considering those pagents were about the only time she got to get out of the woods her family lived in, considering they were quite a secluded family and her parents didn't like dealing with others that much. Tracey continued looking around the room, occasionally tapping on the glass for the heck of it.

Carter entered the room full of trophies. He saw someone across the room tapping on the glass in front of some trophies. He cleared his throat to motion that someone else was in the room. "Hello, I'm Carter." He introduced himself politely.

Tracey looks away from the glass case she was in front of and blinked at the newcomer. "Oh, hello. I'm Tracey." Well, wasn't he a cutie. "So, like, how does one get a reward for being a seeker?" she asks distractedly, pointing down at one of the awards in the case in front of her. "Like, what did he seek out, I wonder."

"Those are Quidditch Awards." Carter says walking over to look at the award. "He found the snitch. It's a flying gold ball about this big." He made a circle that was snitch size.

Oh. Oops. Well she never kept up with sports, how was she supposed to know what a seeker was? "Wow, that's not very big. He must have good eye sight." Tracey thought about it for a few seconds, contemplating how anyone could find a tiny ball that size when it flew about. "So does everyone who finds snitches get awards? I mean, cause, like, he can't have been the only one to find one."

"Hmm. That's a good question." Carter muses. "I don't know about that one."

"Well...I'll just have to find out some day and I'll let you know when I do." She turns, clasping her hands behind her as she strolls around the room looking at the other trophies. "Have you been at this school long?"

"A few days." Carter says looking at the trophies in front of him. He sees a few that are kind of interesting.

"Same." Bored, Tracey turned to appraise Carter's state of dress. She couldn't help it - proper dress was important and she could be kind of critical. "Oh, your tie isn't very straight. Sorry, I can't help noticing these things." She reaches over to fix it, glad to see it's at least tied right.

This place is never used, so DOM IS GONNA USE IT. WOOOOO.

James entered the trophy room, relieved to see it was empty. He liked going there, seeing all the different plaques and trophys with his family members' names on them.

Hannah walked into the trophy room, preoccupied with her books as she tried to fit them into her bag. Looking up, she let out a small, "Oh," as she realized she had taken a wrong turn. Then she noticed the boy in the room and only managed to offer an embarrassed, "Hi."

James turned suddenly when he heard someone enter. "Oh, hey," he greeted when he saw a pretty blonde girl. He's allowed to acknowledge she's pretty. It's like Parvati saying Sirius is handsome or something. It's allowed and doesn't mean anything. "Something tells me those aren't all going to fit," he stated with a grin as he looked at all her books.

"No," Hannah told him, "I suppose they won't." She settled for just holding them against her chest, "I'm Hannah, by the way." Glancing around, she realized she had walked into the Trophy Room, a few doors down from where she had been trying to get.

James tried to place if he had ever seen her face before, but he really didn't remember her. "I'm James Sirius," he introduced. "Gryffindor," he added. "Though, I suppose that is rather obvious because of my robes." He looked at her robes and noticed the yellow instantly. "I'm guessing you get rather fed up with hearing jokes about puffs..."

Hannah's eyes light up with recognition when she heard his name, and she thought back to her conversation with Al the day before. Instead of mentioning it, she just smiled, "Believe me when I tell you I have heard every single puff joke out there, James Sirius." She raised an eyebrow, "Or do you just go by James?"

"Oh, I'm sure you have heard them all. Must be rather frustrating that the school tends to make countless 'find' and 'roasting' jokes. I usually just go by James, but there are quite a few in the school. Plus, my first and middle name together are pretty epic, so it just sounds that much cooler," he said with a grin.