RP Corridor

They change and twist. Classroom connectors, main corridors.

Jasmine was sitting on the half-wall in the corridor, the one that overlooks the courtyard outside.

Amy walked down the corridor, reading a book.

J: Hey, bookworm.

Jasmine called to her, hopping off the wall.

A: Crap.

She whispered.

J: Don't do it now.

Jasmine wrinkled her nose.

J: Anything yet? You haven't exactly been reporting to me.

A: Nothing. I don't know what you're talking about. Remus is normal.

J: Don't lie to me.

She scoffed.

J: I have a hunch, and I know it's right.

A: I think you're delusional.

J: The feeling's mutual.

She scowled this time.

A: I can't do it, Jasmine.

J: Why? Too weak? Just ask him outright what's wrong with him.

A: No!

She looked terrified, her pink hair fading to brown.

J: If you're opposed to that, I could always slip a word in with the headmaster...

She frowned at the small bruise on her arm that she had gotten from falling.

A: No... I... I'll try harder.

J: Good answer.

A: Just... Leave me alone.

J: Gladly.

She rolled her eyes and strutted off.

Evangeline whipped round and appraised Sirius.

E: Is there somewhere we can talk in private?

Sirius nodded. He lead her up the stairs to the seventh floor.

S: This... is the room of requirement.

He paced three times in front of a wall, and an ornate door appeared.

S: Come on.

A: It's funky James, work with it.

S: Funky?

M: Yeah, it should.

She followed the subtle movements of the assortment of paintings on the walls. Her heavy bag banged against her hip as she walked.

R: Funky?

J: Seriously?

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Cos she had a big bag on a Sunday.

E: When are you going to tell me what's wrong, then?

She had treasures in that bag.

M: Later.

Mille cast a furtive glance in the others' direction.

M: No offense to them, but they're blabbermouths.

Amy snorted laughing.

A: I was complimenting you!

S: Rare.