Welcome to Gryffindor, where as long as there's a spark in your heart we'll fan it into an inferno. Do you think those flame colours came about by accident. No way! We're raw, raging courage, and pure heart.
OK, so, passwords - well, obviously, you just have to learn them - by heart, get it? We've had some that couldn't and it caused a mess of trouble, so if worst comes to worst, get your folks to buy you a Remembrall.
This is where heart and soul will bring you, and here you'll find nothing but hearty souls, ready to embark on adventure and cast caution to the wind - in a righteous cause, of course. We follow the rules, but we're not their slaves, and whenever the school, or any good thing, needs standing up for, there you'll find us, in the vanguard.
AriGryffindor Sixth -"You've got to accentuate the positive, and eliminate the negative." – 18:05, January 29, 2018 (UTC)
*She realises, with something of a pang, as a desultory hand trails over the back of a worn sofa, that she has spent ... almost no time in here, between her numerous plant and potion experiments, some light stalking of Alden and Arthur in the early years, and a sort of generalised wanderlust, an urge to ferret out, for herself, as many of the Castle's secrets as she might, she willfully overlooked what was, almost literally, at the foot of her bed.*
She's sat at the sofa in front of the fireplace, reading a fictional book. It was - well, it was an old book, the first one to the Divergent trilogy. She had already done her assignments and had some time to kill before after-curfew rounds.
He came downstairs from his room after changing back into his robes before rounds started. He looked down at the new badge on his chest, still confused how it all happened. He threw himself down into a chair, with an audible sigh. Classes had tired him out already and he just wanted to sleep.
She lifts her head momentarily, taking a second to spot the face with the badge. It must be her male counterpart. Since he hasn't yet spotted her, she looks back down to her book, once again letting herself be dragged into the fictional world.
As he sat back up in his chair, he realized there was another person in the room. He looked over at her, seeing the shining prefect badge, and making the connection that she was his partner. "Oh..you must be Laila!", he said, nodding towards the badge.
"Still surprised on that fact, but that's me.", he said, bringing a small smirk to his face. "It's nice to meet you. We'll be spending a lot of time together this year, so I guess we better get used to seeing each other."
The thought of spending so much time with him makes her stomach flip. While she's not sure if that's a positive or negative thing, she knows one thing: this year is gonna be very different. "I guess," she cracks a smile. She closes the book after marking the page, and sets it aside, set out to get to know him a little better. "So..."
With her book set aside, Laila adjusts in her seat to be facing BD, a leg tucked under her thigh and the other handing off the sofa. "I tend to stay in the background, so it isn't all that hard to believe," she explains. "What do you want to know, then, pom?"
She gives him a look. "I don't lurk," she says. "But, ermm... I guess... I like surfing? Not that I get to do that here much. I... like to act, I guess. Papa says I have a flair for it, but it's not like I have anywhere to develop those skills at," Laila chuckles. "Umm... I don't - I don't really like the concept of deducting points from houses as a prefect. I'd rather you be the bad coppa of the house; sorry about that, by the way," she shrugs.
He shrugged. "Just so you know, I like to go by BD, Brandon Drake, for personal reasons. But, I like sports. A game of football here and there, some quidditch every once in awhile. If I'm not playing, I like to watch it."
Her brow furrows at the revelation of his preferences, but she nods nonetheless, feeling she should oblige. "BD doesn't have nearly as much a good ring to it, but alright. Drake sounds cooler, if you don't like Brandon," she shrugs a shoulder. "My fathers like quidditch, but I've never had the guts to play it. It's... violent."
He chuckled a little. "You can call me Drake then, if you want. A lot of my family played when they were in school, but went into other fields after graduating. I just haven't really thought about trying out for the house team."
"You're gonna regret that, Drake. Now I won't stop overusing the name Drake," she pauses, creating a lengthy silence to build anticipation. She feels herself begin to smirk as she tacks on, "Drake," she pauses. "Did any of your family stick with quidditch?"
"Honestly, I like it a lot better than Brandon, so you go right ahead.", he said with a smirk. "No, none of my family stuck with it after Hogwarts..My grandpa would play with my dad at home, and they would both play with me, but that's about it."