RP Gryffindor Common Room

A: I lied.

J: Go to bed, Amy.

James kissed her forehead and got up.

J: I am.

Amy smiled.

A: Okay.

She traipsed up the stairs.

James also swaggered up to beg.

Amy perched on the love seat, in her uniform, her hair it's usual colour, in a short bob. She was reading.

Remus got down first, looking totally worn out.

R: Morning. The bob suits you.

Amy smiled up at him.

A: I like it, too.

He sank beside her, head back. The poor guy was gaunt, and exhausted.

R: Pretty.

He said, voice sounding thinner than last night, more like an old man's.

She looked up at him, concerned.

A: Are you okay?

R: Mm? Hm? Yeah, fine, tired, that's all.

Remus smiled at her with his eyes closed.

She out her hand, and stroked his shoulder.

A: Are you sure? I can tell the professors you're ill?

R: No, no, I'll perk up.

Remus rolled his shoulder, remembering that there was a scar underneath his clothes, there.

Amy drew her hand away.

A: Okay.

Sirius trotted downstairs.

As did James.

J: Morning, kiddies.

A: Morning.

Sirius pushed his fringe back.

J: Everyone looking stylish this morning.

He ruffled his hair to make it look even messier.

A: You don't.

J: I'm more dapper than stylish.

Amy got up.

A: Let's go.

James was raring to go - Remus, less so. He trudged after them all.

Amy entered and saw Sirius sat in an armchair, eyes closed, but clearly awake.

Remus crept towards the loveseat and plopped down. James jumped on Sirius.

J: Angry boner?

S: No! Gerroff!!!

He kicked at James.

Amy sat down and put her legs on Remus.

James grinned and sat in his lap.

J: You suck.

Remus drummed his fingers on Amy's legs.

R: We couldn't hear everything... in the mood to tell us?

S: No.

Amy looked at him, skeptically.

S: She's a horrible cow and I hope she gets jinxed.