The O5 Lounge

THIS IS THE LOUNGE FOR THE ORIGINAL FIVE.
YOU CAN ONLY COME HERE IF YOUR NAME IS LISTED BELOW, OR YOU ARE BROUGHT HERE BY ONE OF THE FIVE.
Send in a note if you want to contact us here.

Pansy Parkinson
Dee Riddle
Tam Riddle
Remmy Riddle
Roonil Wazlib

FUCK
TO
THE
YES
*feels special*

Pansy wandered in, finally changed out of her stupid dress and into some jeans and a sweatshirt, and collapsed onto a couch.

*rolls in*

FUCK YES. *will not allow any shits inside*

"SUP DEE!" Pansy shouted from the couch. She watched as fish swam above the ceiling, which was made of thick glass.

"HI PANSYPIE." She holds up the chocolate fountain. "I took it from the fireplace!"

"Nice!" Pansy charmed her skewers to fly out of nowhere and land beside the fountain in a pile. "I got us a minifridge too!" She pointed at an enormous industrial sized fridge in the corner.

"Awesome. And all the instruments of torture are in the corner. I thought they would be useful for the BAMF."

"Ohhh," Pansy said, eyes glittering at the stack of items."Yes. Those are good." She was feeling a lot better now than she had been for the last few days, finally able to get those stupid boys out of her mind and just hang out in here with Dee like old times. She charmed a muggle soda out of the huge fridge and caught it as it flew to her.

*rolls in, bored*

Pansy comes in dragging her school bag behind her. She leaves it in the middle of the floor, collapsing onto a couch, bored completely out of her mind. She wonders for a moment why she would come here if she's bored, because there are only like five people that can get in unless they send in a note or do some crazy nutty magic to get in, but whatever, she came here.

[Forgot to make her leave here. This happened last night.]

Pansy was thinking too much. Specifically, too much about Draco and Blaise. After what had happened earlier today, she wasn't sure about anything anymore. She'd thought she could love Blaise, that maybe he understood her like Draco did, but that wasn't true. It just wasn't the same. She summoned a bottle or two or six of muggle vodka from their lounge fridge, opening one to take a long drink and shoving the others into her school bag. She made her way out of the lounge and out of the common room to roam the halls for a silent place in the dark. Maybe the library.

[LOL BITCH! YOU STARTED PB&J HERE!!??!!?!? *is angry*]

*Wanders in an sits down, not sure where the 39843094803 other versions of her are or whose smut she's writing*

ROO IS GOING TO HAVE SOME DRAMA NOW. KAY? KAY.

Roo sat down, not really sure where to go as her unintended extended absence has left her confused about what was going on in Slytherin these days. AND NOW I WAIT FOR MARCO WHO CAN MAGICALLY GET IN HERE NOW BECAUSE I SAY IT IS SO AND ALSO THIS IS 1.0 AND THE FIREPLACE IS TAKEN AND THE CIRCLE OF COUCHES IS RATED AND I DON'T WANT ROO'S FIRST FORAY BACK INTO SLYTHERIN AFTER SO LONG TO BE RATED. KAY? KAY.

Marco sauntered into the common room smirking amusedly at a couple fourth years giggling in the corner. He passed the fireplace and launched himself over the back of a couch in the far corner of the room, realizing almost too late that he nearly landed on someone already there. Luckily, because he's slick and smooth and sexy, he missed her by a few inches. "Woah there. Apologies for that, it might have ended badly."

Roo wondered briefly why it was always fourth years doing the giggling, then jumped a little as Marco landed right next to her. Not too much, because Roo is a Slytherin, and therefore immune to fear. Le duh. "And then we would have had problems. As it is, my name is Roo. Hi there." She smiled a little mischievously, because Roo is mischievous. And sexy. Yes. Yes Roo is. Yep yep yep. -is making stuff up on the spot-

Marco locked eyes with her as she started talking to him, hardly able to concentrate on the words. Damn, she was smokin'. "Well, pleasure's all mine, Miss Roo," he said, taking her hand and kissing her knuckles lightly. He smirked at her. "I'm Marco Montague."

Roo was indeed smokin'. She was she was. And she definitely appreciated the smirk, and almost smirked back because it's the perfect facial expression, then didn't because that would put a LOT of smirking into the room what with all the Slytherins there. Instead, she pulled her hand back slowly and grinned, not smirked. "Well, Marco Montague, do you nearly sit on people on couches often?" Jamesy is at a loss, but she's trying. Give her credit for that.

Marco leaned back into the couch and clasped his hands behind his head, peeking at the beauty out of the corner of his eye. "Oh, I like to save that privilege for only the best Slytherin girls." He narrowed his eyes, amused. "Luckily for you, you make the cut. So what year are you, anyway?"

Roo crossed her legs (What do you know? Slytherin girls CAN do that!), and smirked because I am giving in to the perfect facial expression. "Sixth," she said, examining her nails and appearing to completely ignore everything Marco said before he asked what year she was. "And you?"

Marco turned toward Roo, resting one of his arms on the back of the couch, his other hand busy absentmindedly running through his hair. "Sixth? That's curious. Why haven't I noticed you in our classes before? Quite a shame to have taken this long, really." He leaned in closer. "You wouldn't be one of those shy incredibly sexy mysterious girls that likes to sit alone, would you? Because if you prefer to be alone, I should probably go."

Roonil Wazlib wrote:Roo crossed her legs (What do you know? Slytherin girls CAN do that!)

[WE CAN?!?!!?!?!? WHAT?!??!?!!?? THIS IS UTTER NONSENSE!!!!! <-- Tam's thoughts]

Roo laughed, "More like one of those girls on extended vacation." Jamesy wonders which arm was on the back of the couch, as it could either be sort of around Roo, or not at all. Whatever. "You wouldn't be one of those Slytherin manwhores with three girls a week, would you? Because if so, maybe I should leave." She laughed a little again, and leaned back into the couch.

"Oh, a manwhore? Why loose your venom on me?" Marco smirked because if someone got that reference, he would jump up and down with joy. Also, his arm is not around her, but just has the elbow resting up on top of the couch, hand hanging down all cool and relaxed like a boss. "Now, now, three girls a week is a bit sad if someone is that fickle-minded. There'll be no need for you to leave unless you are against a little harmless fun."

Unfortunately, I didn't get the reference, but I am a fail so it doesn't matter. PB&J is still awesomer than awesome. "Well it depends on the sort of harmless fun," she smirked... again... i have no willpower. "I'm not a trollop, if that's what you're looking for." And that is one of the few things so far that I've actually typed while thinking in a British accent. maybe I should do that more often. It sounds nice.