Gryffindor Dormitory

* rolls dice * gets a 2

@Ginny [ use third pov please ^_^ ]

@Dobby Broken clocks and crooked gears passed by Hermione. She was being chased by a Dementor. It's black cloak flying in the wind as it increased it's speed. It rounded up on Hermione just as she turned around, but too late. She was in for the Kiss of Death. The Dementor popped in an invisible orange in it's mouth and prepared to her soul. "NO!" she whisper-shouted as she sat up straight in bed.

Looking at the other girls, sound asleep, she calmed down for a while and remembered about her uncompleted Potions essay about the use of The Sleeping Draught and it's side effects when done incorrectly. She lazily stepped down the spiral staircase, yawning in delight when she heard the sound of a stick being dropped.

Hermione looked around for the source of the sound and found a mop lying on the ground. She sensed someone was in the room. Or something.

@Hermione

As stupid as it may sound, a house-elf covered in socks was happily walking to Gryffindor dorm at the night to complete some chores there. The house-elf hummed along until he reached the portrait of the Fat Lady. "Password?" she boomed loud enough to annoy a group of Skrewts in the portrait beside her. "Firewhisky." the house-elf squeaked. The portrait swung open to reveal a grand but messy common room.

"Dobby loves chores!" the house-elf called Dobby squealed.

Propping open his Chores Kit, Dobby set to work mopping the floor and repairing broken items, even replacing the firewood at the fireplace when he heard a sound of a girl yawning. Looking as though he was Petrified, he scrambled to hide.

I took the page's 'v' hehe