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The Fat Lady is still here..... Password-pigsnout

OoC|| Sorry, but the whole Anna-Gustav thing is making me laugh. Its just so...obvious. Anyway, I've drawn a picture of Beth.

BiC|| Beth was swept into the common room on the wave of first years, and quickly claimed a chair facing the fire where she would be out of the way of the excited, sleep-deprived kids...for the most part. When most of them had left, she remained by the fire, gazing into the slowly dying embers. After the last of the younger students had gone to bed, leaving only a few of the upper-classmen ranged around the room in mixed states of sleep and awakeness, she sank into a lethargy. She got up every once in a while to wander around a bit, but she ended up back at the fire, inevitably.

She was small enough that she could really curl up in the big, comfortable chair, and she stayed that way, mesmerized, for hours. The flame in the heart of a fire is only in color, ever-changing in the coals, and it draws all who see it to watch it; you know the feeling. So Beth past the hours in a sort of trance-like state, only startled out of it by Gustav waking and going upstairs. She watched him go for a moment....she felt a stab of sympathy for him. She'd studied his sketch for a minute while he was asleep on one of her rounds around the common room, and it was easily identifiable as that Hufflepuff girl he and Drake were constantly mooning after. She shook her head. Love...such a wonderful and terrible thing. She could only hope he found the best of it and not the worst.

Stretching to keep herself from falling asleep, Beth stood. She could stay in the chair all night, but she might end up sleeping weird and be sore in the morning. Plus, she always felt nasty and dirty if she slept in her clothes. And the early riders might do something weird to her in the morning. With those incentives, the girl trudged up the stairs to the girls' dormitory, treading lightly to avoid the stairs that creaked. She always felt self-conscious about how much noise she made after everyone was already asleep. Finding her room and her stuff, she quickly stripped and slid into bed, saying a small prayer of thanks for the warm, soft blankets. Sleep didn't really come for another hour or so, but she dozed until her eyelids closed for the last time that night.

OoC|| Sorry for my uber-long post. I was in a "divulgatory mood"...*giggle*...

I hate to sound like a broken record, but I, uh......I really think "love" is playing too big a role in this roleplay. EVERYONE has a crush on someone else. All of a sudden. BAM. Wasn't there originally a plot to this?

OoC|| Oh. Yay! Then it's not just me! sweatdrop

Bridget yawned and rolled over in bed. With a long sigh she realized that she really should be getting out of bed. Slowly sitting up she stretched and started getting her robes on. She stood by her bed a moment or two before remembering that she was back at Hogwarts. Imeadiately she woke up the rest of the way and excitedly hurried down the stairs. As she huried past a window in the common room a ray of sunlight caught her and she stopped to look outside at the beautiful sky. She was overwhelmingly happy at the thought of being back at Hogwarts, away from the dull life she lead in the muggle world. She then snapped back to reality and hurried down to the great hall for some breakfast.

Beth tumbled into the Common Room, having tripped in the doorway. She picked herself up slowly, nursing a quickly-blackening eye from her latest fistfight. But, really. Insulting Gustav for his skin wasn't exactly a smart move around such a hot-headed person. They should have known better. She didn't blame herself at all, of course.

The girl made her way to a chair by the fire and threw herself down, staring into the flames for a few minutes. Then she came out of her reverie and glanced at Gustav, a grin forming on her lips. "Nice shade of blue," she teased, a slightly malicious gleam in her eyes.

Beth grinned again and winced as the movement tweaked the sore area around her eye. She glanced at Drake's retreating figure and shot an inquiring look at Gustav. "Did he eat something that disagreed with him?" she asked skeptically.

Beth grinned lopsidedly so as to not disturb the bruise and patted at it gently with one hand. "Does it really look that bad already?" she inquired laughingly. "I got in another fight. It wouldn't have been so bad except I got tossed again. Y'know, I think there's something about Slytherin guys and being six feet tall and looking like they could wrestle a gorilla..."