Slytherin Common Room

[Kiba Elm III]

Kiba became bored with his game of wand-spinning. He placed his wand back into this pocket before pushing himself out of his seat. Kiba stretched his arms above his head, twisted at the waist, and touched his toes. It felt nice. He plopped back down into his chair and stared at the ceiling.

[Kiba Elm III]

Not wanting to return to the dorms, Kiba decided to sleep in the common room. He summoned a blanket and covered himself. The warmth and quiet soon persuaded Kiba to close his eyes. A couple of small yawns escaped from him while his breathing slowed and became even. The boy fell asleep.

[Blake Deimos]

Blake saw Kiba had fallen asleep when he returned so he adjusted the blanket the boy had covered himself with and went to his armchair in the darkened corner. He looked around at the empty room and relished the silence interrupted by the crackling fire occasionally. If he had the ability to choose between any of the common rooms, he was sure he'd still choose the dungeons out of any of them. After some time of observing the little changes in the room he found himself asleep in the armchair.

[Blake Deimos]

Blake awoke in a startled fashion having had a bit of a fright in his dream. It jolted him from his curled up position which in turn made him topple out and over in a drunkenly fashion. He huffed from his sleepy position on the floor and shut his eyes for a little bit trying to get his bearings; when he was sufficiently awoken, he slowly got up and went to the dorms to do what everyone did in their house-- shower, dress, and retrieve one's belongings. With everything in tow, he made his way to the grounds bright and early again with an old book from a packaged of books Cedric had given him ages ago in his grasp.

[Blake Deimos]

Curled up in his armchair, Blake was into the same book he was this morning. He had spoken maybe thrice during the day when in class, a few times to Jun between classes and in the library when assisting him, and once when entering the common room to greet a third year with a 'good evening.' He had changed out of his school robes into a comfortable white v neck shirt and pair of white pants which only slightly reflected the light surrounding the corner giving shape only slightly to a figure in the shadows.

[Pansy Parkinson]

Pansy returned from her patrols and took a seat near the fire. She bent down to adjust her socks and the with a yawn she sat back in her seat. Exhausted she closed her eyes, still awake but resting.

[Lydia Evans]

Lydia had gotten up early, gone for a run, and returned to the common room after a day of classes. She now sat near the fire, reading one of the books her parents had sent. She had left a note for Theo that morning letting him know where she'd gone.

[Lydia Evans]

Lydia finally got up and shut the book. She wandered up to the dorms.

[Pansy Parkinson]

Pansy opened her eyes and raised her head to look around the common room. She had inadvertently fallen asleep when she had meant to only rest her eyes. The clock in the room read half past eleven and Pansy seemed to be one if the few remaining Slytherins. In the cornern a younger boy was diligently working on what looked to be his Astronomy assignment. Another boy and girl were playing chess and very obviously flirting with one another. Pansy smiled to herself as she took out a book to pass the time with, enjoying the peace.

[Pansy Parkinson]

Pansy entered the common room, returning to her usual spot. She took out a bit of light reading. It was a small book about Dark Arts, a subject that she enjoyed very much. Looking around, before starting on the second page, she was surrounded by silence and she read, waiting for someone to come in.

[Pansy Parkinson]

A third year ran through the common room screaming, covered in boils. Pansy closed her book wondering when these younger children became so... annoying. She barked instructions to one of his laughing friends, sending them off to see the nurse. If the boy was going to be stupid and get himself covered in boils she had no time for him. Really, why should he interupt her quiet Friday night? After restoring order, Pansy sat back down and went back to her little black book.

[Pansy Parkinson]

Finishing the last page of her book, Pansy looked around the common room to see that most everyone had cleared out. There was a couple doing something in one of the dark corners, but she thought it best to ignore the situation and let them carryon. After all, if she were in that situation she would want to hex whoever disturbed her. Let them have their fun. Pansy’s green eyes focused on the fire still going in the center of the common room, not far from where she sat, thoughts drifting to other people and back again to reality. The prefect debated on whether or not to go do rounds, but after the earlier events of the day decided against it. Someone else could take their turn walking the halls looking for rule breakers while she did nothing, it was a very good plan, even if she said so herself. With that in mind she took out some parchment and summoned a quill that had been left behind, and then started on a letter to her brother, whom she’d been neglecting.

[Pansy Parkinson]

Pansy wandered back into the common room, looking about rather lazily for someone she knew. The boy with the boils was there, healed now, but no one else. Pansy took a seat and sat there looking at a copy of Witch Weekly that was laying on the sofa.

[Amber Smith]

Amber walked down from the girls dorm and into the common room "Okay, I'm ready to go. Are you?"

[Pansy Parkinson]

Pansy returned her magazine to its original position on the couch. "Yes, I am. Is this outfit alright?" she asked standing and spinning around. She wore a light blue, strapless sundress with white stripes.