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]

[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.]