❖ GRYFFINDOR MALE DORMITORIES

@( g ) chanyeol The loud slam of the door echoed through the room as Taemin mutely watched Chanyeol walk out. He stared in disbelief. 'H-how dare he!' he thought furiously, raking his hands through his hair. He took a moment to collect himself, straightening his robes and making sure he had all his supplies, and then stormed out of the room. He stomped his way down the stairs before pausing right before he reached the bottom step. Now that Chanyeol wasn't there, Taemin's frustration ebbed away and the full realization of what he had done sunk in. He drooped like a rag doll as his rage left him before his eyebrows drew together again in anger. This time, at himself. How could he have lost control like that? His stupid, stupid ego just wouldn't leave him alone. He should have just walked away when Chanyeol provoked him. 'Stupid, stupid, stupid. Idiot,' he scolded himself and, to his horror, his eyes began growing moist. He hastily scrubbed at them with the sleeve of his robe and, ignoring the sinking feeling in his heart that told him he'd lost another friend because of his temper, made his way to the Transfiguration classroom.

He ended up being late.

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@( g ) taemin Chanyeol raised his eyebrows at that, chuckling and sliding his hands onto his pant's pockets. "Excuse me, I won't argue with a /toddler/" He shrugged, smirking as well. Chanyeol turned around, grabbing his wand, that was under his pillow as always, and then staring at Taemin again. He wasn't exactly the type of guy who fights - but that bottle of water just ruined his mood. He just hoped after a yummy plate of food he could go back to his bright self. And not want to kill every person he sees in front of him. Well, maybe not every person - only if this person looks like Taemin. The tall Gryffindor walked straight to the door, opening it and shutting the door roughly behind him, planning to go take a nap somewhere else and then attend a few classes.

@( g ) chanyeol “Tch,” Taemin huffed incredulously, rolling his eyes. He looked down at his feet, clucking in disappointment and shaking his head in mocking exasperation at Chanyeol’s claim. Did the older boy really think he could revenge? On /him/? His eyes gleamed, and a taunting smirk darkened his features. No way was he going to let Chanyeol one-up him, even if he did end up being late to class because of it. He could always self-study if he missed anything important. And the only reason his grade had lowered in the first place was because he’d accidentally wrote a couple inches less than he was supposed to on an essay. “I’d like to see you try, old man,” he taunted.

@( g ) taemin Chanyeol wrapped his tie around his neck, slowly sliding his feet into his shoes, and ran one hand through his hair. "I don't promise anything, buddy" He smirked, trying to annoy Taemin as he yawned once again, not even caring to tie his tie, just letting it hang around his neck. Chanyeol slid his hands onto his pant's pockets, raising one eyebrow at Taemin as he faced the younger boy. "Obviously your grades are perfect, slip in one class is fine. It's easier for me to say the classes where I'm not slipping at" The tall Gryffindor shrugged, blinking and tilting his head to the side slightly as he sighed. "I will get my revenge, boy" He said, looking around the messed up room as he spoke.

@( g ) chanyeol Taemin rolled his eyes as Chanyeol began muttering under his breath as he changed clothes. ‘Who would want to see you ? In your dreams,’ he thought, shuddering slightly. He frowned at his friend’s next words. “Not when my grades in that class are slipping!” he exclaimed in agitation. “Okay, you’re dressed now; do you need me to you to your next class?” He tapped his foot impatiently—he was going to be late. ‘At least I was late because I was helping a friend,’ he consoled himself, hanging his head glumly. ‘Should I just leave right now? He can probably make it to his classroom by himself, right?’ he thought. Taemin pinned Chanyeol with a stern look. “Do you promise that you’ll head to class now, instead of falling back asleep again?” he asked crossing his arms and raising an eyebrow expectantly.

@( g ) taemin Chanyeol stared at him while the other male ran around the room like a crazy person - ant then began to ask himself if that kid really was the president. He blinked once he heard Taemin telling him to take of his clothes, rolling his eyes. Like if he could tell Chanyeol what to do. No one could tell him what to do /on the morning/. "Pft. This kid wanting to see me ..." He muttered and narrowed his eyes at Taemin, before taking off his pyjama's shirt and pulling the uniform shirt over his shoulders, buttoning it slowly and yawning as he did so. "I really hope you be late. You know, there's no problem on being late once or twice..." He mumbled and shrugged as he finished buttoning the shirt. Chanyeol then pulled his pants down, throwing them somewhere before picking up the uniform pants and pulling them over his legs lazily.

@( g ) chanyeol A relieved smile tugged at his lips, and Taemin took out a handkerchief to wipe away the water that had trickled down his hand when he had splashed Chanyeol with the bottle. ‘Success,’ he thought happily. And then he froze. ‘Oh god, I’m going to be late.’ He panicked and ran back and forth across the room like a chicken with its head cut off. ‘What do I do what do I do…’ his eyes fell on Chanyeol, who was still standing there dumbly, uniform in one hand. He didn’t seem to have any intention of changing an time soon. “Chanyeol, take off your clothes quicker! C’mon, classes are going to start in,” he paused to mutter ‘Tempus’ again, “3 minutes and 10 seconds! Gogogogogogogogo!” Taemin bounced up and down on the balls of his feet, resisting the urge to simply take off running. If he did, who knows what Chanyeol would do? He’d probably fall asleep again!

@( g ) taemin Chanyeol stared at him for a few moments, blinking as Taemin seemed to be really sorry for throwing water at him. I mean, Chanyeol wouldn't wake up easily, and maybe throw water at him was the only way of waking him up quickly, but still, he was pissed. Rolling his eyes at the president's words, he just shrugged as he turned dry again and then turned away from him. His humour wasn't the best by the morning, and today someone just dump water on him to wake him up. The tall Gryffindor was sure the day wasn't going to be good. What's next? No food? Trying not to think about it, he grabbed his uniform, that was besides his bed, exactly where he threw yesterday. "Whatever" He mumbled, furrowing his eyebrows and turning to look at Taemin again.

@( g ) chanyeol Okay, so maybe dumping water on Chanyeol wasn’t exactly the best idea Taemin had, but at least he was up now, right? Even though he looked as if he was inch from murdering Taemin and using his body as fertilizer. Perhaps he should try a different method? Taemin actually felt really awful about having to dump water on him, but he would feel even worse if Chanyeol missed all his classes when Taemin could have stopped him. What if he got expelled? “I’m sorry, Chanyeol,” Taemin mumbled as he looked down at his hands. His shoulders drooped and he scuffed his feet against the ground. He looked back up and smiled sheepishly. “I just didn’t want you to miss your classes. You’re here to learn, after all, and you can’t do that while in bed. You can always take a nap in the afternoon,” Taemin reasoned. He adjusted the strap of his satchel and pointed his wand at Chanyeol. ‘Tergeo,’ he thought. “There, you’re dry now.”

@( g ) taemin Chanyeol groaned as the blankets were pulled off his head, and his eyes weren't really used to light, so he couldn't do much. It was kind of funny how in less than a seconds, Chanyeol's eyes were widen open. "What the !" He shouted, shaking his head and staring at his soaked pillow. The tall Gryffindor ran one hand through his hair, noticing it was wet as well, and then turned to look at Taemin, clenching his fists. Chanyeol was torn between just pulling the blankets and go back to sleep, ignoring the water, or punch the president's face. Unfortunately, he couldn't do the last one, but he really wished he could. Kicking the blankets away, the sixth year male stood up, his body begging him to stay at bed as he stopped only a few meters away from the other male, narrowing his eyes at him. Taking a deep breath, Chanyeol tried to calm himself down - after all, Taemin was one of his friends, and he didn't want to get kicked off the school.

@( g ) chanyeol Taemin was torn. Should he do fulfill his prefect obligations and drag the truant to class, but miss out on the beginning of Transfiguration? Or should he just leave Chanyeol here? He shrugged and threw caution to the wind; he was more of a doer than a thinker anyways—he always thought best on his feet. He put the ink bottle securely in his satchel and rolled up the sleeves of his soft robes. He didn’t have much time left to act, what to do, what to do? He looked around frantically before spotting an opened water bottle on someone’s desk. Saying a silent sorry to whomever it belonged to, he pulled back the covers and dumped it onto Chanyeol’s head. Shaking the bottle to make sure all the water spilled out, he threw away the bottle and then, he grabbed onto the edge of the blankets and pulled. Hard. He wasn’t sure whether he was trying to drag Chanyeol or the blanket off the bed—but who cared? Anything was fine as long as it resulted in Chanyeol getting up.

@( g ) taemin Chanyeol furrowed his eyebrows as the other male stood there without saying anything - and even though just a few seconds passed, it felt like minutes. Once Taemin spoke up again, all the tall sixth year could do was roll his tired eyes, before letting go of the other male's wrist and fall on the bed again, rolling away from him and pulling the blankets over his head. "I don't care. I'm sleepy." He mumbled, closing his eyes and smiling slightly as he thought the boy would finally leave him alone. Well, he cared about the classes - He kind of cared, but yeah - he was sleepy. Too sleepy to think straight, and too sleepy to get up. He wanted to sleep a little more, and then he could attend the other classes just as he did every day - smiling and laughing around. Smiling slightly at that, the tall Gryffindor quickly began to fall asleep again, not sure about when he would wake up, but hoping it was before all the classes were over. Or his aunt would be really, really pissed.

@( g ) chanyeol Taemin withdrew his hand from Chanyeol’s grasp. Or at least, he tried to. Stupid sixth year with his stupidly strong grip. He gritted his teeth and huffed in irritation. “I’m /trying/ to prevent you from being late to Transfiguration. Or whatever class you have next,” he said impatiently. He tapped his foot and muttered another “Tempus!”. 3 minutes and 45 seconds. Now, usually Taemin wouldn’t be in such a rush to attend class. A couple minutes late? No big deal. But his grade in Transfiguration had been slipping recently, and Taemin didn’t what to miss out on any class time. And they were starting Conjuring spells, one of the few branches of Transfiguration he hadn’t been able to figure out through self-study. And that particular branch would be most helpful in pranking people. Oh, the possibilities! Taemin blanked out a bit as he thought, but quickly returned himself to reality. There was no time to fantasize the mischief he could create, he was going to be late! And if he was late, he wouldn’t learn /how/ to conjure. Which meant no pranks. He tapped his foot impatiently and restrained from hexing the older boy. He was a prefect, after all, and he shouldn’t be /seen/ blatantly hexing people (not that that stopped him from doing it without being seen, occasionally). “Now, come on and get up you great lug. I’m trying to help you here!” Taemin exclaimed.

@( g ) taemin Chanyeol never really thought about why he slept so much - it wasn't normal. He could see people easily getting up from bed in time, or even struggling a little, but going to their classes - but he just couldn't. The bed was too comfortable, and it seemed that even though he wanted to get up, his body would respond. Then once his roommates began to get ready for the classes, the only thing he did was mumble a few curses and turn around, pulling the blankets over his head as he faced the wall, and closed his eyes once again. Something he was proud of, was the fact that he could sleep anywhere, in any situation - it doesn't matter how many noisy were his roommates, he managed to fall asleep once again. And he didn't hear anything once his roommates got out of the room, or when the door was open again. He didn't even notice a hand lying over his forearm, or when someone - who now Chanyeol would be glad to just kill - began to shake his forearm. His eyes only opened slightly when he felt a hand on his face, and even though his mind was still asleep, he knew it was Taemin. That annoying brat, wanting to ruin his precious sleep. Instead of just letting the other male slap his face, Chanyeol lazily wrapped his hand around Taemin's wrist, blinking a few times and forcing him to stop slapping his face - Oh, if he wasn't do sleepy. "What the actual are you doing?" He asked, his voice husky from the sleep.

@( g ) chanyeol Taemin sprinted up the stairs to the boy’s dormitories, robes flapping open and satchel strap clutched in one hand. He took a sharp turn into his room, skidding slightly as he scrambled to stop before his face met his bed post. He sighed in relief; he’d managed to halt himself in time. He quickly muttered the password to his trunk and threw the lid open, frantically digging through his clothes. “Essay, parchment, clothes, tie, scarf, more clothes, rubber duck?” he paused in his searching, and then shrugged and tossed it back in. Maybe he could use it in a prank someday.

“Hair tie, jacket, blazer, quills... Dang it, where on earth are my spare inkpots!” Taemin exclaimed. He’d searched through his entire first compartment already, and he really didn’t want to search through the other three. A muttered /Tempus/ revealed that he had exactly 5 minutes to find an inkpot and then make his way to the Transfiguration classroom, a trip that usually took 3 minutes. He looked around the room and noticed a discarded ink bottle underneath a bed, and he quickly scooped it up. The ink was orange and the bottle was only half full, but it would have to do. He got up, placing his hand on the bed as he did so, and froze when he felt something moving underneath his fingers. It was a person. More specifically, it was Chanyeol, one of his roommates. Taemin checked the time again. He had 4 minutes to get down to the classroom. He vigorously shook Chanyeol’s shoulder and then began lightly slapping his face. “Chanyeol, wake up! You’re going to miss Transfiguration!” he urged.

@( g ) taemin He flicked his wand out from the holster on his wrist and pointed it at her. ‘Tergeo’, he thought. His owl hooted in satisfaction and ruffled her newly clean feathers. Taemin pointed his wand to the milk stain on the carpet and the dirty bucket, which had a strange dent in it that resembled an owl head, and scourgified both. He picked up the now clean bucket, and grimaced when it molded around his hands.
“What on earth do you think I should do with this, Kaala?” he asked his owl. She blinked. “Ah, I agree, that would be interesting. Trying to figure out a counter to the potion? Or should I just transfigure it back to the way it was before? Though that will be rather difficult—I’m not exactly the best t Transfiguration. Maybe the potion will wear off soon? Why didn’t I research that? Dangit,” Taemin muttered to himself, “I was rather partial to that bucket, too.” Kaala clacked her beak and shuffled along Taemin’s forearm until she was perched on his shoulder.
“Ooof!” Taemin exclaimed as he staggered backwards from the sudden weight. “You should really lay off the mice, dear, you’re getting rather—Oww! Stop it! Again with the claws?! Really?” Taemin shook his head in exasperation. “My poor, poor shirt,” he sobbed dramatically. Kaala hunched her shoulders and closed her eyes. “Hey. Hey. You can’t just fall asleep on my shoulder like that! Do I look like an owl perch to you?” he demanded. She batted him in the back of the head with her wing and then began daintily preening her feathers.
“Kaala, seriously, couldn’t you go to the owlery? I get that I’m totally irresistible and such, but really, control yourse—Ow ow ow, okay okay! Just stop biting my ear!” Taemin whimpered. Kaala let go of his ear and chirped sweetly. Taemin glared balefully at her. “Underneath all those fluffy white feathers and big, liquid black eyes, you are evil incarnate,” he accused. She hooted smugly and then resumed preening. Taemin sat down on his bed. Might as well get started on his homework. Thirteen inches on the use of conjuring spells. Yay.

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