By The Fire

James told the password to The Fat Lady and walked into the Gryffindor Commonroom, delighting in the fact that the fire at was a blaze. James sighed and parked himself right in front of the flames, making himself as comfortable as possible on the thick rug that was covering the cold floor. He reached up and grabbed a cushion from the couch nearby, and used it as a pillow under his head as he lay down by the fire.

James closed his eyes and let his body warm up; those corridors were murder.

Gwen was strolling through the halls and finally arrived at her commons after lessons and boy was she glad.
She did love lessons, but she also loved her breaks.
"Hi James!" she smiled sitting in the chair across from him, "Another year gone and we still havent pranked Peeves. I swear I´ll get him. He dumped pink paint all over me. Talk about stealing my idea." she grumbled smirking as her mind thought of other pranks.

James opened his eyes and saw Gwen sitting there, chatting, as she did, ten miles a minute. He smiled and sat up slightly.

"Yeah. We really should get on that. I've been pretty lucky so far, but pink paint? Yikes. We'll get him back for that." James smiled, picturing the small Gryffindor head to toe in pink paint.

"How have you been, Gwen? It seems like ages since we've spoke."

Gwen grinned,
"Yeah but he´ll pay for that. and it has been ages, I´m great, still talking fast, walking fast and falling fast." she grinned. She was a motormouth and had finally given up trying to talk slow. Everything she did was fastfastfastfast.
hehehe.
"I tried to turn Peeves into a canary....but I hit the Friar instead. Talk about embarrassing. Reeves was laughing his butt off and the poor friar was trying to tell me he wasnt mad but all that came out were sqwuaks and I was turning bloody blue for trying not to laugh and jump at Peeves." she laughed remembering the sight.