Boys Dorm (OPEN)

Derek was in the middle of so called conversation with Subastian not really paying much attention to the noise in the corridor outside thinking it was just someone dragging his feet along as he walked. His mind was totally relaxed not thinking about anything in particular apart from what Subastian was telling to him. People that listened to him were usually good listeners and he was a good listener when other people would say anything to him. His hand passed through his disorganized hair while he sat there like he was posing for a photo.

The door suddenly opened behind him so he turned his attention towards the next boy who would come in. But it wasn't a boy. "It's a girl.And strange one too." he thought for himself firstly observing her carefully before he was able to tell anything. "Hi Gin. Umm sure join us if you don't mind hanging out with boys in the middle of the night.." he said shrugging his shoulders. As he realized he didn't tell his name yet to her he spoke up again. "And i am Derek at your service." he added quickly not really sure how to react.

One thing Ginevra didn’t expect to come across was a boy who seemed as if he didn’t know how to act around girls. Or in other words didn’t have it naturally come to him when a girl was around. She had considered herself “one of the guys” when Darren was at the school still because of the fact that he never liked any other girls, he had actually found them all annoying, and when it came to guys he was fine as long as they weren’t close with her. She did all the things guys usually didn’t mind, like getting dirty, and didn’t have a prissy, gossip-attracted personality like most girls tended too. It was simple, really, but when she heard Derek speak her eyebrows rose. ”No, I don’t mind.” she replied, deciding that she should keep her comments within her head. At your service? Really? What does he think I am? holding back the ‘urg’ at the end of her thoughts, her mentally rolled her eyes. Ginevra found that she was fully capable of doing everything herself, and even if she wasn’t, she felt offended if someone were to offer her help. She was more than an independent person, and hated assistance. Weird, yes, but true. Glancing around the room, she spotted the one bed without a trunk underneath it and walked towards it. ”Do you mind?” she asked Sebastian, just to double check. Using eye contact with him, she wondered if he would know the one thing they had in common or not. It was a questionable thing, but she had a feeling that if he knew, she would be able to feel it.

*Got room for one more?*

Derek watched the girl not sure if he did well to say whatever it is that he said. It was just weird to him that a girl was in boys dormatory though he thought more people the better. "Just like throwing a party in the middle of the night. Music required?" he asked giving a secret look to his guitar that was lying next to his bed safely in its box. His music wasn't either fast or slow though it was more fast then slow.

Another boy appeared on the door of the dorm, Alot of strangers coming today. "We got enough room for an entire squadron if you like." he replied to the boy from sitting on his bed. "And my name is Derek if you need to know." he added using a bit of his French accent though that was kind of normal.

Shrugging, it seemed like the one Ravenclaw she had recognized was now zoned out. Placing herself upon the bed, she just sat down for now. The least she could do was be social if she was going to intrude on a place where she shouldn't have been in the first place. Following Derek's eyes to his guitar, it seemed he was a player. Ginevra loved the guitar. She had taken it up as a child, and found it attractive when a guy knew how to play the instrument. Why? That was the mystery of it all. "It's see what you got." she spoke, guestering towards the gutiar, just as Keith walked in.

This was another Ravenclaw she knew. He had been down in the Common Room one night she was sitting by the fire, trying to do his homework. He had been having trouble, and being the over-acheiver that she was, helped him out. After awhile he got it, and she was glad she could have helped to begin with. "Hey there." she greeted him with a smile and upward nod.

Keith yawned, stumbling into the dorm and rubbing the sleep out of his eyes. He was dressed in one of his dad's old tee shirts, which hung down to his knees, and a pair of overly large mesh shorts that completely covered up his slippers (which, coincidentally, were in the shape of werewolf heads) He had debated leaving them at home, afraid they were too "childish" but cold feet had gotten the better of him. He needed his own personal fire.

Except, you know, it wouldn't kill him or anything.

He had been asleep, but the voices coming from the dorm next to him had yanked him out of a particularly bizarre dream, something involving a dragon riding leprechaun. He was partially grateful, put partially disappointed that he would never see if Patrick O'hallahan ever found the spoon of 7 mists.

There were three other people in the room, all older than him (though that wasn't saying much) He recognized Subastion from the Three Broomsticks a long while ago, and immediately remembered Gin. She had helped him with his homework and then yelled at Christy, something Keith wholeheartedly approved of. He gave a sleepy wave to her greeting and sat cross legged on the floor, trying to mentally slap himself fully awake.

Derek watched as apperently everyone were ready for the show to start. The girl looked particulary intrested in his musical skills though he was used to it so he stretched himself in order to take his guitar from the other side of the bed. "Okay just for you all. It's good thing no one is asleep yet." he started starting to go through his guiatr with his left hand before he would start singing.



His voice was ringing through the boys dorm now untill some sleeping girl would eventually pop up to tell them to stop. Derek watched as another boy walked inside the dorm though he couldn't interupt the singing to greet him right now. He mentally noted to do it after he was done.

Ginevra found herself surprised at how good the boys voice was. It wasn't a general one she would get into back home in the muggle world, but it was still good. Something she knew some would approve of. "Wow. You have talent, Derek." she complimented, as she could remember her dad telling her time and time before he was murdered that if somebody had skill, acknowledge it. One thing that was also not known by many was that it was hard to get a compliment from Ginevra. She had very high expectations and found very few things good or amusing. She was honestly your classic "party pooper" on an average day. Keith was probably one who could guess it wasn't easy for her to say something, as he had been there when she B**** out Christy about gloating far too much about being champon. She had won the whole god damned thing and she wasn't throwing herself and party or reminding people every two seconds! That was why she was glad Amelia was the new one, having replaced Christy for an unknown reason. "Into love songs?" she continued, curious.

Derek finished the song and made a breathing pause to repsond to Gin and to greet the newest boy who just entered the dormatory. Subasitan was lying on his bed not replying so he assumed he probably fell asleep though if he didn't wake up from the music he must be a tight sleeper hard to wake so he was relaxed. "Thank Gin..[/b]" he said trying to name everyone with their name because people didn't always like being called strangers. "And hi stranger my name is Derek. Did you come to join the party?" he asked turning to Ginevra once again not sure what she meant by her question. "Yeah i guess so though they don't really have some special reason of being.I mean have you ever felt like you were doing something, but not for a particular reason?" he asked trying to explain himself in the most simple way he found.

Quite happy that he had called her by the name she had given, he seemed iffy about how he let it out. This could only mean two things in her mind; a) he wasn't sure whether to call her Ginevra, which would make him the few that had heard her real name from someone in the past. Or b) he found it slightly awkward that she was commenting on what he had just prefermoned. The second seemed highly unlikley to her, though, as he didn't seem like the type. Or maybe, just maybe, it was netiher that she thought it was, and he was just talking the way he usually did. That was the problem with not knowing people- you didn't know what was wrong and what was normal. 'Loving Darren', Hating the World'. "I guess, yeah. I have." she answered, repeating the first two over in the head as mere thoughts in which they'd say.