John is sitting on a flight of stairs, textbook open in his lap.Potions, it would seem. He's not really paying attention to what it says.But then, he never really does. John isn't fond of potions.Which could be why he's not doing well and needs a tutor in the subject.
Quill is bored. He should probably be studying too, but alas, he's finding it very difficult to concentrate. He's antsy, fidgeting whenever he sits still too long. So he gives up and heads out into the halls, wandering aimlessly and looking for someonething to do.Oh look, there's John. He stops at the base of the stairs, leaning on the wall with a small smirk. "Having fun?"
He's low enough on the stairs that it's not far up to smirk at Quill. Which he does, turning a page in his book casually. "Potions don't equal fun, Roth."
"Some can be. As long as you don't have to make them yourself, of course." Ah, the joys of the over-privileged. "Why are you studying, in any case? Dreadful boring stuff."
He puts his book down across his lap, leaning back with his elbows perched on the stair above him."Because unlike you I can't rely on good looks and sharp wit to pass."
He chuckles a bit, casually letting his eyes wander. "I think I'm flattered. But you're not exactly hard on the eyes, Sheppard. And fairly intelligent, for a muscle-bound athlete."
"Only you could compliment and insult me at the same time," he laughs, shaking his head bemusedly.
"I am a gifted individual, Sheppard. You should know this by know." he smirks, thumbs hooked in the pockets of his robe. "Alas, not all appreciate my highly advanced intellect and sense of humour. This blasted place is driving me bats." He frowns, a hint of a pout around his lips as he glowers a passing third year into submission. "It's positively dead lately. No offense to the resident non-living, of course."
John just laughs harder at that. "You poor, poor man. I'd count yourself lucky none of them were around to hear you spouting such things."
"Don't be foolish. They all love me. Even the ones from other Houses." A sniff. "I've always gotten on rather well with the posthumous population, I'll have you know."
"Sure you have. And I'm next in line to be the English King."
"...That doesn't bear thinking about." He shudders theatrically, a suspicious quirk to his lips.
"You're funny, you know that? In a completely not kind of way." He grins up at Quill innocently, closing his book and tucking it into his bag. "And you've gone and gotten me distracted."
"I'm terribly sorry." he smirks back, sounding the exact opposite. "I suppose that means you'll just have to entertain me, now."
"Oh will I?" John chuckles a bit, leaning over his knees and gazing upward, intruiged. "And how do you suggest I accomplish this?"
"Did I not just commend your above average intelligence?" He raises an elegant eyebrow, still smirking faintly. "Among your peers, anyway. Surely you can think of something, what with that and my own prodigious intellect rubbing off on you."
He's quite a minute, just watching Quill as he thinks this over.Considering the time, most of his housemates would be out enjoying their free time, so...."Care to come up with me?" He smirks deviously.
The smirk widens to a wicked grin. "There, you see? That probably didn't even hurt."He pauses for a moment, as if to think it over. One mustn't seem to eager, after all. Finally he shrugs one shoulder, pushing off the wall. "Why not? Lay on, MacDuff."
John quite pointedly doesn't respond to th--oh, who are we kidding."Planning on it." He gets to his feet, catching up his bag as he does so, and starts up the stairs, leaving Quill to follow.
And follow he does, surreptitiously admiring the view all the way. Mmm. Athlete-bum.
John is aware of being watched as he leads the way to his house dorms. He doesn't mind this all that much.He spouts the password casually, pausing a beat while the door opens.
Quill has never actually been in the Gryffindor dormitory. Ravenclaw, yes, but not Gryffindor. He stands a step behind John. waiting for him to get a move on so he can see what's what.
John checks to make sure none of his buddies are in the room -- which it turns out they're not -- before actually going inside.It's...a common room. Exactly like the others, he assumes, only with more Gryffindor colours and less other house colours.
Ahah, but not like the Hufflepuff common room! Which is near the kitchens, below the ground floor! And very warm. With lots of big cushions, for...studying on. Yes.He looks around curiously, taking everything in. "Nice. It's very...red. And gold."
John laughs a bit. "Yeah, well. The actual dorms are less...Pow about it."
"Oh? Show me." Behold, the smirking master of subtlety.