(RC.Room) Do The Hippogriff!!

[thatsace]

Acelin had way too much energy to go to sleep. It was about two o'clock in the morning and she was tossing and turning, thinking of this and of that. So she got out of bed and skipped down the stairs to Common Room. She grinned at the inviting fire that was crackling in the hearth. "House elves do a decent job," she thought.

She walked to the carpet in front of the hearth and stood there for a second. She was all alone. She spun around and made sure of that. She was checking for a song had just sprung into her mind. She began to tap her foot, then her hips and shoulders started moving. Next her fingers started snapping. Soon she was spinning around dancing and singing, "Can you do the Hippogriff?" It was from her favourite wizard band of long ago, her parents were into the old stuff.

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Maeve walked into the common room due to her sleeplessness. She saw an older Ravenclaw dancing and singing an old song that Maeve vaguely remembered. "Excuse me," Maeve said semi-quietly, "That song, it's 'Do the Hippogriff' by the Weird Sisters right?" She walked toward the older girl and the fire and tripped. As Maeve stood up she blushed a deep red. She sat in a chair facing the older girl and hoped that she wouldn't be ignored.

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Ace had not heard someone come in. She was too enraptured by what she was doing to realise someone had come in. She stumbled back and stared wide eyed at a younger girl. Ace blushed the deepest embarrassment. She stared at the girl and couldn't, for once in her life, find words to say. She watched the girl, speechless for a moment, them giggled slightly as she tripped.

Ace, finding her Irish tongue, rushed over to the girl, saying, "oh my, are you okay?" The girl was on her feet again, blushing like Ace had and took a seat. Ace watched her and nodded. "That's right," she said and began to click her fingers, remembering the tune. "I love that song," she said and sat on the carpet, crossing her legs and smiling at the girl. "Why are you awake?"

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Reagan stumbled down the stairs. He didn't know if it was really early or really late. He had fallen asleep correcting an essay he had written. It had been long and boring, Reagan had been asleep within two minutes.

Stepping off the last step of the stairs, he headed into the common room rubbing his eyes to get the sleep out of them. He was surprised to here the crackling on a fire. Reagan was amazed at how the house elves knew he was up and about, and was arrogant enough to think it was all for him.

However, he was wrong. As she walked further into the common room he saw two girls sitting in front of the fire. Reagan sighed and walked toward the girls. One was sitting on the floor, and the other, obviously the more sane one, was in a chair. Reagan plopped down into the chair next to her and sighed. He was intending not to speak to either girl.

Reagan played with his bathrobe tie, soaking in the warmth of the fire. Suddenly he realized what he was doing. Reagan became very embarrassed that he was wearing his pajamas downstairs. He hardly ever did that. Reagan looked down at himself. He was wearing a soft silk pajama set, white with dark blue piping around the edges. He quickly closed his matching blue bathrobe to cover himself more fully. She sighed. The fire was so warm, he didn't want to leave the comfort of the chair.

[Nira Lanelle]

"Nice jammies." Came a playful voice from above, remarking casually at the pretty boy who had just filed in. "Dont worry, we're all in our pj's." She added with a smile. The jab was meant to be strictly non-insulting, since being a bully really wasn't her style. Glancing at her own outfit; dark blue pj bottoms with the waistband rolled up, (to accommodate her height) and a fitted tank top. She really shouldn't be poking fun, she was wearing something similar. Nira had cast a levitating spell upon herself, and was enjoying it by swimming in mid-air. With her wand safe and sound underneath her pillow, the fourth year had learned the trick of performing magic without speaking, using it to her advantage. Or in this case, amusement. Something to fight away boredom, and, it was useful really. Things were so much cooler from a birds-eye view. It made her even more advanced, something all Ravenclaws should strive for.

Like Acelin, Nira had been unable to sleep, buzzed up and energetic from remaining calm all day. Having already finished all her homework for the next two weeks, she was free to float around before getting to bed. Sure, she'd get more homework soon, but it was the furthest thing from her mind right now. When everyone went to bed, she came out to play. Until she got over the insomnia, at least. "Cant sleep either?" Nira guessed, the sentence more of a statement instead of a question. As for the song and dance, she clapped her hands together quietly, delighted. An old favorite of hers, the Hippogriff.

They would probably find it odd, her hovering, but it really didn't matter. Nira was amused, her excitement quelled. S'all good. Spinning on her back to stare at the ceiling, the witch hummed the tune to 'Do the Hippogriff' for a moment before silencing herself. That guy down there must be really tense, being around three girls with no dudes for backup. Ah, well. Nira was more of a punk anyway, with her choppy-yet-flattering hair and her cool clothes. However, the boy didn't come off as the 'Im so ready to get dirty and play Quidditch' kind of person. He looked like a rich boy with a pretty face, and he dressed that way too. Being a people watcher, Nira had noticed him a few times in the halls, but hadn't really spoken to him. On a side note, she really needed more friends.[/color]

[smelly]

"Yes, i realize, but I still don't feel..." Reagan turned to address the girl who had just spoken to him. She had to have come from the stairs behind him, but no one was there. He didn't think a ghost would be so bold, so Reagan looked around.

He spotted the girl in the last place his thought he'd find her. His head was bent up toward the ceiling. There she was floating along. Reagan sighed and looked back down to earth. He folded his pajamaed arms and grumbled, "Show off," under his breath.

Reagan messed with his hair. He could feel the early morning air causing it to flatten out. If he was going to be forced to sit down here in his pajamas then he need his hair to be decent. So, he wasn't being forced exactly, except that he was. He didn't want to seem like a spoiled, pretty, rich kid and run upstairs at the first sign of discomfort. The funny thing is that he was a spoiled, pretty, rich kid that wanted to run upstairs at this discomfort.

"Apparently you like this song." Reagan commented, hearing humming coming from above him. He looked up, but his neck cracked. Gross, Reagan thought. "Is it possible you could come in for a landed anytime soon?" he asked, feeling very awkward trying to hold a conversation with someone floated ten feet above him.

[Nira Lanelle]

"Sure thing." Nira shrugged, floating gracefully to the floor and landing on her feet. Feeling the weight of everything fell upon her again, something you lost when you cast a hovering spell on yourself. It was as if you were a feather, tumbling through the air, moved by the slightest breath of wind. Stretching, the fourth year plopped down on the couch, crossing her legs. Facing him now, she smiled pleasantly. "You seem uncomfortable." She noticed, by how awkward her looked. It seemed like he'd rather be upstairs in the boys' dorm instead of here. Nira was exactly the opposite of this boy; a mudblood, not rich, not extremely gorgeous, and not spoiled. Sure, she was pretty, almost beautiful, but she never admitted that to herself.

"So who are you?" She asked him, resting her hands on her knees. Ready to introduce herself, but keeping casual about it, she added, "I'm Nira." Not like he wanted to know her name or anything, since nobody really did. The Ravenclaw had been a shadow the first few years at Hogwarts; knowing nobody and known by no one. But now, Nira had enough confidence - not to mention spunk - to jinx the hell out of anybody who did wrong to her. Or her friends, for that matter. Most of the time she tried to settle conflicts without dueling wands, though.

"You can go upstairs you know, you dont have to hang out with us girls." Nira remarked calmly, tapping her fingers quietly against her pj bottoms. She wouldn't be offended or anything, it wasn't like she knew this guy.
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[smelly]

"Thank you." Reagan said as the girl touched down. He gave her a half smile but then starred into the fire again. He didn't know why he had asked her to come down. Now that she was on the ground again, he had no urge to speak to her. Until she spoke to him. "I'm fine." he said, trying to relax. He slumped in the chair, slouching uncharacteristically. Finding that being cool wasn't comfortable, he sat up straight again, and looked at the girl. "Reagan Cross." he said, looking at her. She was certainly pretty, but Reagan wasn't much of a ladies man. Any other guy would have jumped on the opportunity to talk to this girl. Reagan however could care less.

"What if I don't want to go upstairs." Reagan said putting up his defenses and acting rather childishly. He cleared his throat. "Besides," he said with a sigh. "I couldn't fall back asleep even if I tried." He shrugged and looked Nira over again. She looked like a good person, however Reagan didn't know her to well. For all he knew she could be some muggle girl. He laughed at the thought.

[Nira Lanelle]

Well, there was no reason to have landed if he wasn't going to talk to her. Nira might as well just float back up there again, with how stoic the lad seemed. Unfortunately for him, if he was trying to make her feel uncomfortable, it wasn't working. She hadn't spoken to anybody for the first three years at this school; she knew she could handle the silence just as easily now. A little sore, the Ravenclaw scratched a scar on her shoulder, remembering how funny it was when the Parkhurst twins knocked down all the bookshelves in the library. What wasn't amusing, however, was when one of them nearly crushed her beneath it. The fourth year had blasted it away no problem, and nothing was broken, so she had been free to laugh about it with Aidan, Derryl, and Nikole.

Nodding as he introduced himself, Nira hid her yawn by covering her mouth with her palm. Surprised at the childish jab, she stuck her tongue out, grinning. "Fine. Stay down here then." Having only given him the okay about leaving because it might be more comfortable for him in the boys dorm, the teenager hadn't a problem with more company. Catching Reagan looking at her yet again, she scrunched her face up in an odd look. It was obvious she wasn't a muggle, since they didn't come to Hogwarts. Hopefully this boy wasn't too regal in his high-and-mighty attitude to think her inferior because she had muggle parents, though she never cared for what others thought of her.

"So what are you, sixth year?" She asked, only a little curious. Simple conversation was needed to prevent those dreaded awkward silences, which Nira clearly didn't enjoy. If he wasn't going to say anything, she'd get up and start dancing along with the other girl, figuring it was more fun that sitting there like a lump.

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[thatsace]

Acelin could handle all manner of behaviours but being ignored was not the best thing, in her opinion. So when the younger girl didn't answer her Ace turned from her. Luckily for Ace, someone else came into the common room at the moment. Craning her neck, Ace saw an older guy, good looking wearing very snazzy pjs. Ace laughed and looked down at her own pjs. She was wearing a white tank top with strawberry pink silk boxers. She laughed at her own pjs.

Another person joined them but not from the conventional place, which was the stairs. She was floating above them. Ace leaned back, hands still on her crossed ankles, and gazed up at the floating girl. It was a neat trick and Ace laughed again when the boy asked her to come down. Ace could have watched her up there a little longer, being both amazed and amused. She frowned at the boy who introduced himself as Reagon. He was either not a very nice guy, stubborn and pig-headed, or he was so tired he had left his manners on his pillow.

Ace looked to Nira, as she said her name was, and smiled. She liked this girl. She was fun and funny and Ace liked that. "I couldn't go te sleep now," Acelin piped up, her Irish accent thick, "I've got far too much energy." She smiled at Reagan, hoping he would mind her intrusion on their 'private' conversation. Turning to Nira, Ace grinned, "I'm Acelin," she said, "Acelin McKnight."

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Reagan didn't enjoy the awkward silence that came next. He crossed his legs and stretched his arms along the chair's arms. For the sake of not looking boring, Reagan couldn't think of anything interesting to say, and said nothing. He looked at Nira hoping she would come up with something, though he knew it would probably involve his year, heritage, or else something unexpected.

However a red headed girl joined their conversation. Reagan nodded in her direction at her introduction. Great. She had a lot of energy. Reagan gave her a grin of sorts. It came out as more of a grimace, but he wasn't really worried.

"You guessed it." Reagan replied to Nira. Reagan was indeed a boring old sixth year. Reagan didn't particularly liked being a sixth year. He had gone from the oldest group of underclassmen in fifth year to being the youngest group of upperclassmen in sixth year. It wasn't exciting, and though unexciting things usually fit Reagan nicely, sixth year didn't.

"You must be a third year." He said to Nira, resting his head on his bent hand. "And you a fourth year." He said to Acelin. He was never good at guess ages. He always thought everyone much younger than himself. Partially because he thought himself much matured for him own age.

[Nira Lanelle]

Well, now this girl seemed like she wanted to talk to her! Nira's smile widened, as this girl who introduced herself as Acelin, said hello. "Hi Acelin. Do you prefer your full name, or just Ace?" What a cool nickname, really. She couldn't shorten Nira, or else it'd be just Ira. Which wasn't as nice as her full name, anyway.

This Reagan seemed dull, proper, and unentertaining. Unless hexed, he might be some fun if somebody jinxed him. The pretty ones always made the biggest tantrums. He had nothing interesting to talk about! With her being so young, only fourteen, Nira had plenty of energy when somebody hopped her up on sugar. Or loaded her with pop. Or candy. Most of the time she could be a blast and a half, but kept somewhat mature about it all the same. She wasn't a typical Ravenclaw either, having no problem going and pranking some unsuspecting victim. No one knew that but the Parkhurst twins, and Nikole, though.

"Nice try, but I'm fourth year." Nira replied dryly, her lips still parted in a small smile. "What do you do for fun? Read? Style your hair?" Flashing him a toothy grin while barely suppressing a snort, the girl stretched her arms out, hearing a satisfying crack. Getting stiff bones really sucked sometimes, but you learn to deal. Nira had played football and soccer alot, back when she thought she was a muggle. Being one of the few mudbloods at Hogwarts, some shunned her completely. Meaning no harm with the playful jab, she gave him a kinder look, hoping he got the hint. She didn't mean to be a bully sometimes, but her pokes did a tiny bit of harm anyway. Unless they were strong enough to put up with it, since she'd probably end up their friend anyway.[/color]

[smelly]

"Oh, sorry." Reagan said dully, not caring in the least that he guessed wrongly. The girl was a spit fire. It was late, and Reagan, had no emotions, or he was to tired to emit them. He though t that they must think him very boring. He knew he was. At least more boring than he normally was. Sometimes he just needed a little push awake, especially now.

Probably to Mira's surprise he laughed at the joke. Reagan did have a sense of humor, contrary to popular belief. "I like long walks on the beach and smoothies too." he said with a smile, which was replaced by a grimace at the obnoxious cracking coming from the girl next to him. "You all right?" he asked, starring her down. "Do you need me to help you pop anything back on?"

[Nira Lanelle]

"Think nothing of it! I know my youthful exterior may confuse some, but I assure you, I'm fourteen." Grinning, just this close to exploding with laughter and waking everyone else up, Nira linked her fingers together before batting her eyes. It was just playful banter, she wasn't really vain or anything. Heck, mud could have rained down from the ceiling, for all she cared. Reagan on the other hand probably wouldn't have enjoyed that. The idea caused her to snicker a little, as the night wore on and the hyperness started getting to her.

Well well! The pretty boy laughs! No fricken way. One must say, it was a nice sound, refreshing coming from someone who didn't seem to do it often. It was a pleasant surprise to find out he had a sense of humor. Shaking her head and rolling her eyes with mock-exhasperation, Nira gave him a gentle nudge, laughing quietly. "I love smoothies!" He probably didn't prefer walks on the beach, seeing as he used it in an amusing context. Ah well, it was funny all the same. She still loved those damn fruity drinks.

"I'm fine." Nira assured him, arching an eyebrow in suspicion. "If my arms fall off anytime soon, I'll let you know." She couldn't tell if he was concerned, or just teasing her. It was only one or two cracks, had it been that loud? Annoying as it was, she was only recovering from an injury she had received a while back. Something about being crushed by a thick suit of armor that had toppled over on her by some random punk. The Ravenclaw had to admit, it was a well thought out prank, but she wasn't happy about being stuck underneath anything.[/color]

[smelly]

"Fourteen, good to know." Reagan said with a smile. That wasn't a totally creepy thing to say at all. His wanted to take it back, but that might be creepier. The sixth year ran his hands through his hair, again. It was a nervous habit. Actually, Reagan was become more relaxed. The laugh he had let out had really calmed his nerves. He now felt comfortable amidst these girls. It was nice to not worry a bout making a fool out of yourself.

"Good. Maybe we'll go and get one sometime." He said, another smiled widening on his lips. He doubted that her would ever take her to go and get smoothies, but it was a nice line. Oh God, he realized, it was a line.

"Sorry," Reagan said, wiping the grimace from his face. "It just, gross. If you keep that up, you won't be able to move your arms by the time you're thirty." Reagan said, acting like the port authority of cracking shoulders, which he obviously wasn't.

Leaning back, and crossing his legs, finally totally comfortable in his own skin he shut his eyes. Opening them suddenly he asked: "What was that song you we're singing before? Its stuck in my head now."