o-o-o // Fifth Entry - Action: Study, study, yadda, yadda, yadda... (OPEN )

[67chevyimpala]

[Some diligent student is studying in Hogwart's library, though whether this Dean Winchester is any more attentive to schoolwork than his regular self was at this age is uncertain. It's a good thing he has a good memory and can improvise well. That and he's notorious for protecting the younger kids from bullies and thus has all sorts of... unusual spells up his sleeve, thanks to his father, who is well-known for fighting evil.

He isn't on the Quidditch team, but he loves the game. Place your bets?

He's easily distracted, so give him a poke, if you like.

Oh, yes: and he's British now, complete with accent. I've no idea why. It just happened.]


[OOC: Gryffindor Teen Dean Winchester will reply with the journal wildthing67]

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[lefthandedgenius]

Hey, Dean.

[Lydia Martin is a Slytherin of course, remarked by some to be her House's answer to Gryffindor's Hermione Granger. Who says the Weasleys have the market on redheads?

Lydia wears the green and silver with unrepentant pride and defiance, because not all Slytherin turn out to be rotters and any suggestion otherwise leads to the person making the observation wind up on the business end of a jelly-legs jinx.

She leans in close, smelling of strawberry shampoo.]

What are you studying?

[wildthing67]

[Another pretty redhead and someone he knows. Dean is feeling much better now. Have a charming, but sincere, smile.]

Something for Divination. Boring, really, but necessary. And the lovely Lydia is in the library because...?

[lefthandedgenius]

A little research for dueling club. Need any help? I did very well in Divination.

[She moves to take a seat, putting her books on the table and resting her hand casually atop them.]

Divination is pretty boring if you're not applying practical technique.

[wildthing67]

Ah, dueling club. I'm interested in that, but Divination... I have to get a good grade or my dad'll never let me hear the end of it.

[He gives her a hopeful look.]

You good with interpretation dreams, lovely?

[lefthandedgenius]

Sometimes. I've had my share of nightmares. [It's not a pity party, just stating a fact.] But there are a lot of good dreaming dictionaries if you know where to look. Are you interpreting someone else's dream, or your own?

[wildthing67]

[Tell the truth or lie? Tell the truth or lie? He looks at the book and sighs.]

My nightmare.

[Truth. What the hell?]

[lefthandedgenius]

[There is the briefest flash of sympathy on her face. She's not kidding about her own nightmares. And they usually wind up with her finding corpses, or needing therapy.]

I can try to help if you'd be willing to let me try.

[wildthing67]

[Dean isn't sure what to do with her offer. Does she mean... help with research or help with his situation in particular? He really does need to do well on this course, but if he can't sleep properly, all his grades will be affected.]

Uh... That's very kind of you to offer, lovely, but I wouldn't want to drag you down...

[lefthandedgenius]

[She smiles at him through half-lidded eyes, her air of assurance resting on her like a mantle.] Dean. Do you really think I'd offer if I thought you could drag me down?

Try me.

[wildthing67]

[He smiles a little.]

Actually, yeah, you would, becasue you're just that sweet.

[He sighs.]

Where should I start? And should we be talking about this in the library?

[lefthandedgenius]

[She leans her elbow on the desk and her cheek in her palm, regarding him attentively.]

If you want to go someplace private, we can. But as for where to start, a wise man once said, 'Begin at the beginning, and when you come to the end, stop.'

[wildthing67]

[He rolls his eyes a little.]

'Begin at the beginning...' That's brilliant. I should write that down.

[But there's no heat in his words.]

Where could we go?

[lefthandedgenius]

You should write that down.

[She smirks at him, oh hey, 10 points to Slytherin for cleverness. She holds out her hand.]

Come on, I know a place.

[If he agrees to come with her, there's one place she knows they can go if one knows how to look for it, and will suit their need for privacy perfectly.

The Room of Requirement.]

[wildthing67]

[Dean sighs, closes the book he's reading, 'cause he isn't going to check it out of the library - he has a few overdue - and stands.]

Lead on, lovely.

[lefthandedgenius]

[She watches him sigh in amusement. Of course, he'll be the one dealing with his Gryffindor buddies if he actually does hold her hand while they head to the Room, but once there, it seems to have outfitted itself with a fireplace and a window seat and some chairs.

The window seat is big enough for both of them to sit facing each other with a few feet between them; perfect for a discreet conversation. Lydia takes up one end of it.]

So. Your dreams?

[wildthing67]

{He isn't concerned about what anyone might think if they saw them. He's more interested in where they're going. He's never been in this room before, didn't know it existed. Did Lydia have to walk by it three times or was she able to go straight to it?

It certainly looks comfortable and private...]

Yeah, my dreams...

[He pauses then sits across from her, eyes still drifting around the room.]

[lefthandedgenius]

It's the Room of Requirement.

[It had admittedly taken her a few stops and starts.] It suits itself to the needs of the person looking for it.

You were saying?

[She does actually want to help.]

[instars]

[She's almost always in the library, if she's not up in the tower, and she's looking at flying spells for brooms.

She walks by him, her heels clicking on the floor beneath her robes]

[wildthing67]

[Dean's eyes lift from the pages and follow her as she passes by. He knows she's coming from a distance. The girl seems to have a thing about shoes.]

[instars]

[She goes to sit next to him, oblivious, and crosses her legs as she looks at these spells]

[wildthing67]

[Can he see her legs when she crosses them? He tries not to be too obvious about it. She's here to work, that's apparent, and distracting for Dean, but that's hardly her fasult, is it? He watches her without trying to appear like he's watching her.]

[instars]

[He can, because her robe is mostly open.]

[wildthing67]

[Dean leans a little to catch a better look and sighs softly, appreciating the view. Oh, girls just might be his downfall, someday.]

[instars]

[She rolls an ankle, and then looks up at him.]

Hello.

[wildthing67]

[Her ankle is very distracting. Does she know that? Dean's eyes dart from her ankle to her face.]

Hello. Working hard?

[He knows that sounds a bit lame, but pretty girls tend to make his head a little fuzzy. Something to do with where his blood is going, I suspect.]

[instars]

Harder than you, I think.

[She looks up at him, a smile quirking her mouth]

[wildthing67]

[He tries not to think about the potential innuendo there.]

What're you studying?

[instars]

Loft theory in broom design.

[wildthing67]

Wow. That's... facinating. Know what I'm studying?

[instars]

My ankles?

[wildthing67]

Them, too.

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[troubler]

Didn't think I'd find you in here.

[ He pulls out the chair opposite, book in hand, and flops down onto the chair, legs rising to prop on an empty one further along. ]

You doing something you shouldn't be by pretending to do something you should?

[ Action ]

[wildthing67]

Dude!

[Fist bump?]

I'm doing something I want to do, believe it or not.

[ Action ]

[troubler]

[ He's never above a fist bump. ]

What you reading about?

[ Action ]

[wildthing67]

Dream interpretation. And before you ask, no, I'm not joking. Bloody difficult course, you know? Thought I might like to pass it.

[sleepingstar]

[Pai's been kicked out of the apartment. She would have thought that, considering the curse going on, Hei would be overprotective and keep her indoors, but evidently he found her overwhelming malaise a greater threat than this weird wizarding world.

She's currently curled up in the library, dozing by one of the windows (read? why read?). She's aware of two older boys approaching her, malice in their intentions, but she doesn't move. If they get much closer, she'll just use her ability to kill them. She's not scared.]

[wildthing67]

[Dean is sort of reading a book, though really? It might as well be upside-down for all he tries to absorb the words. He notes the boys as they pass him and follows their path with his eyes.]

[sleepingstar]

[The boys pull out a pair of scissors; she can hear the schnickt sound. Her fingers crackle a little with electricity as she prepares to meet their malice with deadly force.]

[wildthing67]

[What house are they from? He can't tell, but they're walking with purpose toward a kid who looks to be sleeping. Did he see a glint of metal, maybe something sharp, in one of their hands? He starts to stand, murmuring...]

What the hell?

[Then louder.]

Hey!

[sleepingstar]

Shit, we've been caught!

[The two boys take off running, and Pai sits up, rubbing her heads sleepily.]

[wildthing67]

[He hadn't actually expected to back down and run away, but maybe his protective streak proceeded him. He approaches the waking girl.]

Hi. Uh, you okay?

[sleepingstar]

[She stares at him, eyes eerily blank.]

They didn't do anything to me. [You could call that a "thank you." Maybe.]