RP Gryffindor boys's dorm

She slid off the bed.

A: So, are we cool?

R: Maybe you are, I'm a dork.

She smiled, stretching her arms.

A: Yeah, you are. Gosh, my neck's stiff.

R: Aw, come on. Sure your head isn't gonna fall off.

She moved her head from side to side.

A: Don't say that in front of Nearly Headless Nick.

R: He asked all the prefects to call him Nicholas de Mimsy-Porpington in hope that it would catch on.

A: Poor soul. Literally.

She giggled, and held the door open for him.

Remus walked through and down for dinner, holding each door they encountered on the way open for Amy.

Sirius laughed at his own reflection, incredulously.

S: Are you sure about the eyeliner?

As he drew his hand away, he admired his handiwork. With several swear words and protests, he had allowed Remus to alter his skin tone to a ghostly pallor. It suited him, obviously. The shadows under his cheekbones were altered drastically, although he was not gaunt. Lilac under those grey eyes did not make him seem ill. Rather, they brought out something wild and dangerous in him that matched the character he was to portray. From the velvet black cloak with the sharp collar, to the trickle of fake blood from the corner of his mouth, Sirius Black, tonight, was a vampire.

P: It's fine.

He sniffed, his mouse costume was ok.

James looked around, squinting through his tinted glasses.

J: You look fine, from what I can see through these bloody green lenses.

They were large, with sparkles on the sides.

J: What did you say this muggle singer was called again?

He asked, ruffling his newly-ginger hair and adjusting his glitzy orange tie.

J: Elton something, right?

He brushed down his purple trousers.

J: And you're sure all the girls love him, right? Real lady magnet?

Sirius caught the reflection of James in the mirror and held in a guffaw. This has gone further than he'd expected.

S: Elton John, mate.

He grinned.

J: And I look hot, but in a cute, quirky way?

Sirius his his face expertly.

S: Oh yeah.

J: And the nail polish isn't too much?

S: Its perfect.

J: Okay, great. Shall we go down? Remus already went down.

Sirius nodded and they left.

Amy snorted with laughter, tugging Remus up the stairs.

Remus rolled his eyes as he knocked into one of the stairs, and tried to slow her down as they entered his room.

R: Amy, calm down a bit!

Amy was now a million percent sure that that Firewhiskey was not Firewhiskey, as they entered the dorm.

A: I think... *giggle* There was something in that drink...

She struggled out of her high heels.

R: Yep, I think that maybe there was...

She stared at him, puppy eyed, pupils dilated.

A: Help me get my dress off.

Remus' eyes almost popped out of his head.

R: What?

She contorted herself trying to reach the zip.

A: Come on!

A peal of laughter rang from her mouth as she clocked his face.

A: Lupin...

R: Why do you want to take your dress off you nutter?

He asked, going over and unzipping it for her nonetheless.