RP Gryffindor Common Room

S: By any means?

J: Almost any.

S: Where do you draw the line?

J: Pffft... murder.

Sirius barked out a laugh.

S: Good to see you know your boundaries, Prongs.

J: Hey, I'm Gryffindor. Gallantry's our game.

Sirius went back to his diagram, but looked up every so often.

S: She is attractive, I suppose. Evangeline. Her bum is very nice.

J: And the penny is in mid air, about to hit the ground.

S: But I don't fancy her!

He said this quite loud, causing a few other sixth years to look at him.

J: Not quite hit the ground yet...

S: Do I?

J: Getting there...

S: Oh God.

He put his head in his hands.

J: And we have touchdown.

Sirius ran his hands down his face.

S: I...

J: There we go.

S: Well what the bloody hell do I do now?

J: Either try to screw her or hate her forever because you know she'll never go for you.

S: Why not?

J: No offense mate, but you've been a bit of an arse.

S: I'm not an arse! Why do people keep saying I'm an arse?

J: You aren't an arse! You've just acted like one.

S: When?

J: You've been rude to Evangeline for no reason since she got on the train.

Sirius spluttered.

S: I've been rude to her? That'd better be a sick joke.