Common Room

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Amy Goodsmith climbed into the Slytherin Common Room, got herself seated in a chair by the fire, and began reading once again. XD

[I'M NOT ALOOOOOOOOOOONE!!! TwT]

Liv skipped over to some random chair and flopped on it, contented and full.

Amy looked up from her book and nodded at Olivia. "Oh, hello there Olivia." she said in her usual quiet, far off voice.

"Hi. Great feast, nyoro?"

"It was delicious. The house elves always out-do themselves with the feats." said Amy as she turned the page of her book.

"What'cha reading, nyoro?"

Amy handed the book to her. The cover said House of the Scorpion on it. "It's a muggle book I enjoy." she said dreamily.

"About?"

"The House of the Scorpion (2002) is a science fiction novel by Nancy Farmer about a young clone who is being raised to provide spare organs for the powerful drug lord known as "El Patrón". The story is set in the near future." said Amy nodding. She had habit of saying things in a Wikipedia like definations.

"Odd..."

"It's actually quite interesting. If you like science fiction anyway." she answered shrugging.

"Oh."

Bore entered after Olivia, a bit bored.
"So, they're not tiring you too much down in second?" he asks casually, sitting down in a dark green armchair.

Amy was already there. Reading. But not reading House of the Scorpion this time. No indeed. She was reading the first book in The Uglies series.

"What?" she asked, sitting in another.

"They're not overloading you with homework, are they?" he repeated.

"Not much, already finished in my mind. Now all that's left is writing it. Ew."

"Eh... I hate my writing. The pen marks always gets bloched up."

Amy turned a page in her book.


"..."

"Sucks for you," said Liv. "Oh, crap, I have transfiguration, bye-a." She got up and speed-walked out.

She skipped in, sitting in the same chair as before, taking out a completely white leather book. "^_^ Wonder where Boris is."

OMG WHAT A COW-WINK-A-DINK!

Bore came in from boys rooms, and doesn't take notice in Live. His back is leaned back a bit, and he has a bored, inward expression. He seems to be deep in thought.

Liv looked over the back of the chair, not saying anything, thinking she might startle him in a second.

Bore momentarilly snapped out of his little daze, and looked around the deserted room. He started in the corner, where three second-years were talking in hushed tones. A greasy blondie, and two over-weight idiots. It trailed passed the stone monument of Slytherin, holding his snake, and to the two armchairs by the fire, where he saw a pale face between a curtain of black hair.
"Olivia." he says, smiling, and strolls over.