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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[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.]