I completely agree, you’re definitely a lion for something, but being intimidating isn’t it I’m afraid *laughs* I hate to break it to you Mary dearest, but you’re about as scary as a pair of fuzzy socks. And me? Up to something? Never *smiles innocently*
Even fuzzy socks can be terrifying if presented in the right circumstances. Oh come on now Em. -raises eyebrows- We’ve known each other for, what, almost seven years now? You’re always up to something. Spit it out!
Well, I already knew that Mary, but there won’t be any need for that. You see, I’m afraid that if you return it to them, you’ll be much too nice to them about it, and next thing the little sod will have forgotten it again. If it comes from me, they’ll make sure never to leave it behind them again. *she pretends to be offended* And what exactly would I want in the Gryffindor common room?
I can so be intimidating. -puts hands on hips- I’m not a lion for nothing, after all. First years practically quake in their boots when they see me walking towards them in the corridors. -giggles and shakes head- Oh please, Em. I know you’re up to something.
How’s everyone’s first week back at Hogwarts? Mine has been lovely thus far, though I didn’t expect my supply of sugar quills to be dwindling so soon. I don’t suppose anybody’s up for a game of Wizard’s Chess or Gobstones and willing to put their own stack on the line, is there?
Not to worry, betting on sweets isn’t in the rulebook. I checked.
Unfortunately I don’t have any sugar quills on me, I ate my last few the other day. If I did, I’d totally give you some- no game required.
Oh, nothing you need to worry yourself about, just looking for a……. first year who….left their…..book on the Gryffindor table, and me, being the good Samaritan that I am, decided to return it to them. You wouldn’t be willing to tell me the password into the Lions Den, would you Mary? Or even just let me into the common room? [smiles innocently]
As it turns out, I’m also a good Samaritan. I can take the book in for you and save you the trip. -tilts head to the side with an innocent look on her face- Unless that’s not all you need?
You’re in Gryffindor, right?
Yeah. And you’re a Slytherin?
You cheeky cow [pokes Mary in the ribs] my hair isn’t all that bad. Alright, maybe it is. Thank you anyway, saved me a trip down about a million flights of stairs
[she secures back her hair, and pockets the third pin] Oh and Mary, if anyone asks you, you didn’t see me up here at all, okay? Just pretend like I was never here.
-giggles and shields her ribs, pushing Emmeline’s hands away- And this is what I get as a thanks!
I will keep your secret on one, and only one, condition- that you answer my question. -narrows eyes in suspicion and curiosity- What exactly are you up to?
Oh good god. Don’t look at me like that, it’s not like I’m going to stab you. [waves her right hand in the air dramatically] Anyway, I was a Slytherin and if I remember correctly, I left on bad terms with Gryffindors. Therefore, I do not like Gryffindors.
Well, you never know.
That’s awful prejudiced against Gryffindors. It’s not our fault Slytherins always beat up on us. In fact, if I recall correctly, it was actually…. yours. -glances around warily, suddenly regretting her last words-
Oh, wonderful. A lion.
Does anyone have a bobby-pin they’d be willing to lend me right now?
Actually, does anyone have two bobby-pins? [puffs at her hair]
You can have two of mine.
-looks at Emmeline’s hair- Er, on second thought, here have three.