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[halfprincely.livejournal.com]

(Slytherin common room, Potions textbook open.)

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[savedbypudding.livejournal.com]

[Er, looking at you on the map? Because he can't really be in there?]

[halfprincely.livejournal.com]

(That wouldn't creep him out.)

[savedbypudding.livejournal.com]

[Sirius is just going to be wandering around the common room, before spotting Snape. Alright. Yes, true, he broke in thought a secret passageway. What of it?]

My my, Snape the vampire. Don't you ever sleep?

[halfprincely.livejournal.com]

(Oh shit. He's up with wand out.)

Don't you ever stop sniffing about like some wretched mutt? How did you get in?

[darkest-cause.livejournal.com]

Don't tell me you are doing your homework.

[halfprincely.livejournal.com]

(He hunched over a little more. No answer.)

[darkest-cause.livejournal.com]

[In this case, she will just try to snatch the book away from him.]

[prettyakwrd.livejournal.com]

[Sitting nearby, sketching in a notebook. He's not trying to be annoying, but it's so quiet in the common room, and that pencil just keeps scritch, scritch, scritching on the paper.]

[halfprincely.livejournal.com]

(That'd do it. Finally, he lifts his head, trying to kill with a glare. As he hasn't perfected that particular bit of skill, he finally clears his throat. Irritations can make him bold.)

Is that schoolwork, Lestrange?

[prettyakwrd.livejournal.com]

[The scritching stops momentarily as Rab looks up from his drawing.] Why the fuck would I be doing schoolwork? It's the weekend. [And clearly weekends mean no work, even if they're assigned...which might be why he's barely passing some classes.]

[faith-inmyself.livejournal.com]

[There are at least some people who see nothing wrong with studying on a Sunday. She's got a textbook of her own open -- Charms. She's making good progress on her essay when suddenly she stops writing.] Have you got a knife handy? I need to sharpen my quill.

[halfprincely.livejournal.com]

Uh? (Oh, startlement, you belong to Severus. All of the Black family makes him nervous.)

Yes--... (He fumbles into his book bag before pulling out a Muggle swiss army knife. Others may have something more magical or adept, but...he deals. Rather than toss it, he stands and moves across to hand it to her.)

That might suffice.

[faith-inmyself.livejournal.com]

[Bellatrix's reputation precedes everyone, it seems; she's constantly having to remind people that she is not her sister.

She fumbles with the knife a bit before she finally finds the knife blade she's seeking, which she then uses to sharpen her quill.] Thank you. That will do fine.

[savedbypudding.livejournal.com]

[Er, looking at you on the map? Because he can't really be in there?]

[halfprincely.livejournal.com]

(That wouldn't creep him out.)

[savedbypudding.livejournal.com]

[Sirius is just going to be wandering around the common room, before spotting Snape. Alright. Yes, true, he broke in thought a secret passageway. What of it?]

My my, Snape the vampire. Don't you ever sleep?

[darkest-cause.livejournal.com]

Don't tell me you are doing your homework.

[halfprincely.livejournal.com]

(He hunched over a little more. No answer.)

[darkest-cause.livejournal.com]

[In this case, she will just try to snatch the book away from him.]

[prettyakwrd.livejournal.com]

[Sitting nearby, sketching in a notebook. He's not trying to be annoying, but it's so quiet in the common room, and that pencil just keeps scritch, scritch, scritching on the paper.]

[halfprincely.livejournal.com]

(That'd do it. Finally, he lifts his head, trying to kill with a glare. As he hasn't perfected that particular bit of skill, he finally clears his throat. Irritations can make him bold.)

Is that schoolwork, Lestrange?

[prettyakwrd.livejournal.com]

[The scritching stops momentarily as Rab looks up from his drawing.] Why the fuck would I be doing schoolwork? It's the weekend. [And clearly weekends mean no work, even if they're assigned...which might be why he's barely passing some classes.]

[faith-inmyself.livejournal.com]

[There are at least some people who see nothing wrong with studying on a Sunday. She's got a textbook of her own open -- Charms. She's making good progress on her essay when suddenly she stops writing.] Have you got a knife handy? I need to sharpen my quill.

[halfprincely.livejournal.com]

Uh? (Oh, startlement, you belong to Severus. All of the Black family makes him nervous.)

Yes--... (He fumbles into his book bag before pulling out a Muggle swiss army knife. Others may have something more magical or adept, but...he deals. Rather than toss it, he stands and moves across to hand it to her.)

That might suffice.

[faith-inmyself.livejournal.com]

[Bellatrix's reputation precedes everyone, it seems; she's constantly having to remind people that she is not her sister.

She fumbles with the knife a bit before she finally finds the knife blade she's seeking, which she then uses to sharpen her quill.] Thank you. That will do fine.