remember me when yer DEAD -open to gryiffindors-

[Remus Lupin]

Tick. Snap. Crack. Step. Whoosh.

Every sound in the Gryffindor common room was accentuated ten fold. The great grandfather clock in the corner ticked in harmony with the throbs of his head, making every thing a hundred times worse. Wonderful. The world was out to get him.

The source of Remus' current situation was none other than a lovely incident involving a rogue quaffle during Quidditch practice that afternoon. He, of course, had been in the stands, observing the breathing piece of greatness on a broom that was (one of) his best friend Prongs. He remembered jumping in his seat at the sound of the greatest crack he had ever heard from the club of a beater and a shout of,

"THAT'S A QUAFFLE, YOU GREAT SUGAR CUBE!"

Before awaking in the breezy hospital wing with a dull thudding where his forehead should be. By now, the pain potion had begun to wore off and the thudding had increased with a wrath like that of an angry hippogriff. He found himself now in front of the common room fire place, the heat giving a little comfort from the cool of autumn.

It was evening, and most everybody except for him were down feasting at the supper tables in the Great Hall. He sat it out, as it hurt to move his jaw.

He tried reading by the fire light, but straining his eyes was even worse than chewing. The highlight of his evening had been when the half-headed Gryffindor ghost had come to investigate his whereabouts, and left clearly disappointed.

"Oh. So you're not snogging about somewhere."

Nick was gone before Remus had a chance to snort and ask if anybody had EVER seen him snogging about somewhere.

Striking a new low as the evening wore on, he began to count the ticks of the clock as a sort of meditation. He was at eight hundred and twenty-three when it announced a new hour in its own loud way, causing Remus to jump out of his skin. "God almighty! Couldn't you at least have given me some WARNING?" On the bright side, that meant that the meal was ending and the common room would soon be once again filled with his peers. Well, he could care less about his peers. He had been counting on Padfoot and Prongs all evening to return and make light of the situation...Or poke his head with their toes to see what happened. Either way, it was a preferred change.

{>,< sowwy for the badness. I had to cut this post short in a snap and come up with a quick ending )

[Trisha Gentry]

Trish was bored...as per usual. And she was the first to come back to the common room after dinner. Granted she left early... This rarely happened. Trish rather liked sitting around listening to everyone gossip before she was forced to attempt her homework. Or sleep since she was more likely to give up on her work after fifteen minutes. Trish hated homework more than anything else, though she did decent enough to pass.

After a brief encounter with Peeves, who happened to like her more than tease her, she muttered the password to the Fat Lady and crawled through the hole in the wall. There was no graceful way to enter the place, honestly. Your arse was always in the air and if your skirt was short (like every girl in this school minus her, it seemed) your sweet little panties would be shown to the whole world.

It was during this moment that Trish was particularly glad she didn't dress like a... "Slut," Trish finished aloud once she got through the hole. That was when she noticed Lupin. Luckily her ending was drown out by an outburst of his own. Still Trish blushed lightly.

Trisha was fully prepared to walk right by Lupin and ignore the outburst, but then she remembered what happened to him earlier, "Hey, how are you?" She asked and snagged one the good chairs by the fire. Trish liked Qudditch and watched it often, today she had missed most of the practice, but she did make it in time to see Lupin get hurt.

"Where is the rest of your gang at?" It surprised her that he was all alone. If her friend had gotten hurt she'd have stuck around to see if he was okay...or not.