Open Post: Gryffindor and Ravenclaw

[courageous_wit]

Gryffindor
[your common room is hidden behind the portrait of the Fat Lady. She will only open for you if you give the password. Once inside, you will get to hang out with lots of comfortable seats and a cheerful fire. The colors are in gold and red, all very warm and welcoming.

If any Gryffindors have issues, your Head of House will be around to help you!]

Ravenclaw
[your common room is up in a tower. An eagle doorknocker will only let you inside if you answer a riddle. The colors here are a cool blue. It can be a bit chilly because of being so high]


[Gryffindor | Ravenclaw feel free to make your own sections, too!]

Comments

[mal_addict]

[Well, Brock, it isn't a regular day in Hogwarts if Maladict doesn't stop by to make your life miserable. She'll just be leaning around you to squint at you parchment because what are personal space boundaries?]

You're never going to finish it in time.

[samson]

[Wow... he looks up with the flattest flat look that ever flattened.]

Thanks for the vote of confidence, Mal.

[mal_addict]

Just saying, that's what you get for throwing everything you've got into quidditch. [A pause, then smiiiirk] And extra long prefect baths.

[samson]

Those are... because of quidditch. [You know. Sore muscles, etc.]

Anyway, I don't think Professor Everett even reads these. I can probably just scribble and I'll be okay.

[mal_addict]

I just assumed you were giving yourself a treat. A little me time with you and Little Brock.

I don't know, you might be taking your life in your hands here.

[samson]

Well, you know. If you ever want to spend a little quality time with me instead... I can get you in the prefects' baths too.

[mal_addict]

[That gets a sly smile from her]

Oh me, oh my, what an offer. What girl could resist that?

[samson]

[He tosses a smirk her way in return.]

Hopefully not the one in front of me.

[mal_addict]

See, I'm torn between my desire to have fun and my desire to just add to your frustrations and make you punch a wall.

[samson]

[He props his chin in his hand, inflection deadpan. References to muggle psychiatry may go over her head, but --]

Uh-huh. But tell me how you really feel.

[mal_addict]

Oh I daren't. I might get your hopes a little too high.

[samson]

Yeah. You're always looking out for me, huh.

[mal_addict]

[She'll reach up to pat his head]

Someone has to.

[samson]

[He halfheartedly swats at her hand. Nooo.]

Just 'cause my mom's a muggle doesn't mean I need, like... a wizard mom.

[mal_addict]

[Oh that gets an arched eyebrow]

Are you saying you think of me like a mother?

[samson]

Oh, wow. No...

[mal_addict]

Just checking, because that would be a little too weird for me.

[samson]

Yeah... forget I said anything.

[mal_addict]

Awwww, did I ruin the moment?

[samson]

No. [MAYBE. Yes.]

[mal_addict]

[She reaches up to brush some imaginary lint off his shoulders]

Poor baby. Any way I can make you feel better?

[She might be serious, or she might be messing with his head. It seems Maladict remains unpredictable in whatever form the castle gives her]

[samson]

[Yeah, that... is confusing? Right there, that's confusing. Brock gives her an extremely skeptical look, then decides maybe she's serious and lets a cocky grin slide into place.]

Well, as long as you're offering...

[mal_addict]

[Confusing Brock is the best game ever]

I just might be.

[samson]

Then maybe I can get you into the prefect baths after all.

[mal_addict]

Well, then. I'll look forward to that little adventure.