Safety in numbers (fairly open)

[Harley Johanson]

Harley got up and walked over to the fire place. Fire had always enticed her, and when she was bored, she stare into it. Kneeling down in front of the flame, she grabbed the poker and started to poke the wood and move it about in the hearth, making the flames jump.

[shaylafaivre]

Shayla became curious and walked over slowly to the other girl, She spoke softly, "Are you scrying?" She smiled as she spoke, She had failed at scrying in class, But it had intrigued her greatly.

[Harley Johanson]

Harley gave a small laugh. "Scrying? No," she said looking at Shayla. "For one the wood isn't cedar, and two, I never had knack for divination. Fire just keeps my interest when I'm bored."

[Derek Ritcher]

Derek slipped in the room and gave a nod of acknowledgement to the other Slytherins in the room and put a finger to his lips to indicate "Shh" as he snuck up behind Harley, poking away at the fire in the fireplace. All at once, he slid his hands around her waist and rested his chin on her shoulder. "Play with fire and you'll get burned, pet." He murmured to her.

[Harley Johanson]

Harley jumped when she heard Derek's voice, and she dropped the poker. The hot poker nearly landed on her foot and she fell backwards into him. "Now Derek, see what you made me do?" she asked picking the poker up and placing it back in the stand.

[Derek Ritcher]

Derek chuckled and scooped Harley up from the floor and whirled her around, laughing the entire time. "You're light as a feather, little Blondie." He tossed her on an empty couch nearby gently and sent a tickling charm at her. "Now, I warned you. Play with fire and you'll get burned"

[Harley Johanson]

Harley gave Derek a playful glare when she muttered the counter to the tickling charm. She got up and tackled him on the couch. "I don't care if I get burned," she said playfully.

[shaylafaivre]

Shayla smiled at the two and spoke softly, "Such a cute couple." She picked the poker stick up and placed it where it belonged again and then smiled as she moved away to give the two some privacy. She went to the window and wondered to herself if she would ever fit in with this school.

[Derek Ritcher]

"No you don't, do you?" Derek smirked and lifted Harley up by her waist, setting her on the floor and getting up off the couch before she figured out what was going on. He heard what the younger Slytherin girl said and made like he was tipping a hat at her. "Why thank you. I do try and keep up with Harley. Or is it you who's trying to keep up with me, pet?" He shot Harley a playful glance and jumped over the back of the couch before she got up to chase him.

[Drake Bass]

Drake glanced once, casually at the couple playing about and then turned back to the fellow on the couch.

'So, that's an interesting charm you have on yourself there.. Do you find it necessary?' Drake raised an eyebrow curiously. Whenever he wanted attention he just seemed to get it.

[Oryn Vance]

"Not particularly," Oryn said. "It's amusing to use, though. And interesting to see who notices the spell and who just falls under it." He hadn't, after all, been lacking for companionship, in any sense of the term.

[Drake Bass]

Drake nodded. That made sense to him.

'Does it occur to you that perhaps there are Slytherin and then there are Slytherin..?' Drake questioned. He summoned a drink and offered one too his companion.

'Its finest Scottish Malt - Muggle but truly worthy.'

[Oryn Vance]

He considered this as he took a sip of the drink, then nodded. "Some people seem to have the spirit more than others," he agreed. He glanced at Shayla across the room, then back at Drake. "Granted... for some I'm willing to overlook that," he added with a knowing smirk.

[Drake Bass]

'The blonde? Indeed I thought you were tied to the irrepressible young Flyte..' Drake smiled in return.

He sipped his drink slowly and watched the common room.

'I did mean more that there are low brow and then there are...' he indicated the two of them with a lazy hand. 'Us.'

[Oryn Vance]

"Oh, I am. But while I might be tied, that doesn't mean that my eyes can't appreciate what's around us," Oryn said with a smirk. "And yes... I think I know of a few that fit that description." He stretched an arm along the back of the couch as he leaned back into the corner of it, still sipping his drink. "They have their uses, I suppose... but unfortunately, they seem to tend to think that they're the height of wit and cunning."