RP Gryffindor Common Room

A: It's a Christmas farce. Not Quidditch weather at all, which is what I'd rather be doing.

She thought longingly of her abandoned broom.

R: Maybe tomorrow? Traditional boxing day quidditch match.

Amy's face lit up. Literally, her entire complexion was washed in neon yellow.

A: Really?

R: If I can be referee. I'm taking you down, Potter.

J: But you're biased...

A: James, everybody knows I'm no good at actually playing the damn game. He's not that biased.

She joked, her face returning to its usual hue.

R: You'll win.

He whispered to her.

J: I heard that!

Amy pretended not to have listened.

A: Heard what?

J: He said you'd win!

R: That's absurd.

A: Yeah why would he say that?

She crossed her arms.

J: Tut... cheaters... calling me absurd... you're absurd.

R: Say that again to my face.

J: You're absurd.

R: That's absurd.

(Babe)

A: Never mind this. Let me read.

She lay her head in Lupin's lap.

(I treat you right)

James winked at Lupin, who scowled and stroked Amy's hair gently.

Amy sniggered.

A: You're both absurd.

J: Amy do you like candy canes?

R: Where are you going with this?

Amy didn't look up from the page she was on.

A: Yeah...?

J: You know, Remus mentioned he had one to give to you.

Remus glared daggers.

R: James...

J: It isn't stripey...

R: James...

J: But it's apparently pretty big.

Amy didn't get it.

A: Huh?

R: Nothing, ignore him!

James almost wet himself laughing.

A: No, what are you talking about?

She looked at James.

J: Oh, poor, innocent Amy... Remus' candy cane, of course!

James went into a fresh fit.

Amy went completely plum purple, siting bolt upright.

A: James!

Remus was crimson.

R: Ignore him, he's just horny.

A: I feel sick.

She commented, laying back down slowly.

Remus looked at her, then shot daggers at James.

A: And anyway, if your willy looks anything like a candy cane, I am out of here.

Amy opened her book.