Tim was doing his very best to be sneaky. He felt like tiptoeing around, but if anyone saw him do it he might get embarrassed and made fun of for the rest of his life. In his arms were a bundle of snacks and treats from the kitchens (what upstanding Hufflepuff didn't have a house-elf food source to help them through those tough exam weeks?), and a few bottles of butterbeer were hanging between his fingers, lighting clanging. Oh boy. He only had one more flight of stairs to go before he was Scot-free and when he finally reached the painting, Tim let out a sigh of relief. Home.

Or, at least, his home for ten months out of the year. Well---okay, this was home

The still-life painting seemed to tease Tim for a moment, not opening to him and he had to shake his thoughts away from his mini, five minute adventure to remember how to access the dorms. "Oh. I'm Timothy Greengrass, 6th year Hufflepuff. I have snacks."

He waited for the painting to determine if his statement was true, and as he indeed was a sixth year Hufflepuff, it shifted to the side and allowed him through. The Common Room was brightly lit, even at a somewhat late hour, and student lounged on the cozy, over-sized arm chairs. Most of them waved a hello to Tim, and he grinned, making a beeline to an empty couch.


ooc: Fluid time thread, open to Hufflepuffs (and their various guests) of all years!

"I'm keeping an eye on you!" Professor McGonagall shouted at a group of mischievious looking Gryffindors. Always her Gryffindors. What the woman would do for one group of well-behaved young men. Was that so hard to ask for?

Minerva really hated Hogsmeade weekend. Instead of being excited for their studies, getting an education and becoming proper young wizards and witches, all these students wanted to do was snog at Madam Puddifoot's or buy some tricks at Zonko's. And she, just like every year, had to play chaperon. With a great big sigh, Minerva dropped down into a sit beside Filius, and across from Pomona. Those two always managed to have a splendid time on the weekends, and eying the poorly conceived bottle of firewhisky under Filius' cloak, Minerva now understood why.

"I do hope you intend on sharing some of that with your Gryffindor counterpart, Filius," she said snootily, waving her glass toward the Charms professor.


OOC: OKAY, this is meant to just be a general post---any time/year could take place in the comments, the common theme is just HOGSMEADE WEEKEND. So...the person who starts the thread would put MONTH, YEAR. Weekends are like...third weekend of each month? So have fun :)

WHO: Gideon Prewett and Gleny CHITTOCK.
WHAT: gideon and gleny do quidditch like. 7th year. summer of 1977?
WHERE: around...gideon's house.
NOTE: LOL i've had this in my email for yrrrrrrrz.

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Who: Gideon Prewett and James Potter
What: Gideon's got something to ask James.
Where: Order house, April 15th, 1979. Totally should have been posted months ago.
Rating: PG.
( you’re the best at pretty much everything, you’re generally kind and you put your heart into everything you do. You do your best to…keep the world safe )

Who: Emmeline Vance and Caradoc Dearborn, and a brief appearance from Gideon Prewett
What: A walk to the Ravenclaw Tower from the Order Meeting
Where: Hogwarts
When: Early Saturday morning

( Let’s see…you’re a former Slytherin, emphasis on the former…and the Slytherin, actually…I’m a student, I’m a young girl walking the corridors with an older man that is not my boyfriend…hmm…and you’re a Slytherin… )