Role Play Here

Rick:

He ran into Hermione, which made him stumble back a little bit, but he didn't fall. He regained his balance, before glaring at Hermione, and hissing, "Watch where you're going!" He then realized that he had dropped his scrap of parchment, and quickly looked around for it, before realizing it had blown outside by a wind that had carried it out of a window. "Crud." 

Hermione- Sorry. she said staring at the ground her eyes still filled with fury Accio parchment! the parchment flew into her hands

Rick:

He looked at Hermione. "Thanks. Now, can I have it back?" He paused for a moment, before quickly adding, "Don't read it. Please don't." There was a hint of plead and desperation in his voice as he held out an outstretched hand. He ruffled his hair, then flattened it, and looked at the ground. If another person other than Fred and George Weasley found out he was an unregistered Animagus, he'd be dead. 

Carmen growled as she hurried along to class, she hated being late, altought she often was.She walked into the class room, eyes and head turned toward the ground as she walked to a seat.

Jeremy sat in class(herbology), listening , kind-of , he was  sketching an animal on a piece of parchment.

hermione- raises an eyebrow but gives it to him

Rick: 

"Thanks," he said, truly grateful, as he took the piece of parchment back. It was slightly crumpled from its flight in the wind, but that didn't matter. He brushed some hair out of his eyes, and he tipped his head to the side slightly, looking at Hermione. "You're in Gryffindor, right?" he asked, then his eyes lit up with recognition. "Oh, yeah, I see you with that Potter kid quite often. And I saw you in the common room today." He wandered off into his thoughts for a few minutes, before realizing Hermione was still there. "Oh! Right... Uh, thanks for giving me my scrap back..." 

Hermione- nods still looking slightly curious

Rick:

The fellow Gryffindor could the curiosity in Mia's eyes, but simply turned his head to look at the ground. "Don't be so curious. Like the saying goes, 'curiosity killed the cat'." He smiled a little bit, as if he were joking. "You may not be a cat, but it'd be a shame if you got killed." He turned on his heel and began to walk to the girl's bathroom. Moaning Myrtle's bathroom. 

Hermione- Ya, sure. she said crossing her arms fury still slightly in her eyes, she watches him go before walking off to the library, she would ditch potions and still be the top, when there she goes and picks up all the potion books she could looking for one of the hardest potions she could

Rick:

The Animagus went into Moaning Myrtle's bathroom, and waved at the ghost. "'Lo, Myrtle," he greeted the dead girl with a smile. He'd become rather good friends with her as he tested his new Animagus abilities. The dead girl giggled and waved back, then tipped her head to the side with a smile painted on her face.

"Are you going to try that weird Animagus thing again, Rick?" she asked, floating down to the Gryffindor. She blinked her large eyes and pushed her spectacles farther up her nose. "Be careful this time, you got hurt the last time you did it, didn't you?" 

Rick scoffed, but avoided Myrtle's eyes in embarrassment. "I fixed some things. Don't worry, I'll be fine." He leaned against one of the sinks casually and read over his scrap of parchment. 

Hermione- she flips through the book, polijuce potion, that was perfect, then she could keep it, but where would be safe to make it? the unused girls bathroom! That was perfect!, she takes her couldran and starts to walk up to the bathroom

Rick:

He took a deep breath, and focused on what he had been practicing for a long time. He closed his eyes and furrowed his brow with concentration. After a few minutes, a fizzing feeling spread throughout his body, and he almost fell over from the unbearableness. He made noises similar to those of choking as he went through the transformation. Something was wrong, something was very wrong. He could tell. With a loud cough with blood coming up, Rick was warped back to full human, on hands and knees. 

Hermione- she gets to outside the door and looks around, opens the door and walks in

Rick: 

He was gasping from the pain, sweat dripping down the sides of his face. He looked up from his spot on the ground, hearing the door open. He quickly collected himself and stood up, grasping the piece of parchment weakly in his right hand. He looked at Hermione, but without any words. He was still breathing and gasping for air. He took one last gulp before finally saying, "Well, then... It must be awkward seeing me in a girl's bathroom." He panted his words out. 

Hermione- nods staring at him with a word-less look on her face, she walks over to a toilet that wasnt myrtle's and starts a fire in it, she puts the couldron on it before looking back at Rick What are you doing here?

Rick:

He hesitated, before saying, "I should ask you the same thing! I thought this bathroom wasn't being used." He narrowed his eyes. "You didn't see anything. Tell anybody about this, and I swear..." His voice trailed off for a dramatic effect. 

Hermione- Why would I tell? she asked preparing the spell

Rick:

"Because it's suspicious, isn't it?" He was about to say more, but caught himself. Little words, Rick, he thought to himself. "Nevermind," he said, turning to leave. "I should go." 

Hermione- sighs, she really didnt want to have to be here with Myrtle alone Fine. I shall be in here. she looks at the potion Aculy, Im done with what I need to. Now I just have to get ingredents. she said talking more to herself then anyone elce

Rick:

He was about to leave, when Moaning Myrtle floated down to him, a sad look on her face. She let out a small whimper, and floated around Rick.

"Don't leave," she said in her high-pitched voice. "I don't want to be alone with... Her." She jerked her see-through head at Hermione. "Please don't leave!" 

Rick sighed. Myrtle was convincing, and they were friends, too. "Fine, fine, I'll stay, Myrtle," he groaned, before turning around. He leaned against one of the sinks. "I'm only staying here until Hermione leaves, though." 

Myrtle smiled, and giggled her squeaky chipmunk laugh. "Good!" she chirped, floating to the ceiling.