Role Play Here

Hermione- briskly walked out, it was time for another class and sge had to figure out how to get the ingredents she needed from Snape

Rick:

"Well, then, I'll be off now," he told Myrtle. He collected his things and walked to his next subject. He let out a loose sigh. After his classes were over, he had to go to the History of Magic professor to serve detention. 

Hermione- walks to Herboligy

Rick:

He headed over to Care of Magical Creatures, his last class for the day. He looked up at the mighty giant, Hagrid, as the groundskeeper went on, rambling about blast-ended skrewts, or whatever they were. Rick really didn't care. The Gryffindor glanced over at the Ravenclaws whom he shared the class with, then glanced back at the bearded half-giant. 

Hermione- she does class (cant come up with anything good. Im blank.)

Rick:

Finally, after the hour that seemed like a day, class was over. He sighed, wiping some skrewt goo off of his cheek. That teacher, Hagrid, was crazy. The redhead proceeded to walk back inside of the school, only to remember about his detention. Reluctantly, he walked into the History of Magic classroom, awaiting the horrible action he would have to perform. 

Hermione- she finishes and walks out to visit Hagrid

Hagrid: 

"Oi, 'lo there, 'mione!" he greeted one of his favorite students. "Di'n't think you were go'n to come today. Oh 'ell, no ma'er. C'mon in, I'll make yeh some tea." The giant led Hermione to the inside of his small hut, and began to make some of his 'delicious' tea. "So, what'cha up ter, 'mione?" 

Rick:

"What? Help out Filch with cleaning?" He looked dismayed, but said nothing to go against the professor's words. He let out a low groan and walked to Filch's office, then explained the dilemma. Filch made a face of disgust, then thought about what Rick could do. 

Hermione- sits Nothing mutch has been going on. Anyway, have you seen Harry latley? 

Hagrid:

He shook his head. "Unfortunately, no. Wonder where he's gun off ter." He set a large teacup in front of Hermione, filled with foaming tea that had a horrid scent. 

Hermione- Thanks. respectfully takes a drink

weeell im here now

cool

UNO PROBLEM, I DONT KNOW WHAT TO POST *WHINE*

lol

(( Well, Valentine Sakine, classes are over. So you can roleplay your characters chillin' in their common rooms, or using the bathroom (though I would prefer it if you didn't roleplay your characters using the bathroom). Heh. ))

Rick:

He polished the Quidditch trophies one by one, a grim look on his face. He looked at the names on the cups and plaques. Seeing one of the names had some dirt over it, he quickly wiped the dirt off, and his eyes widened at the name. "'MInverva McGonagall'!" he read, shocked. Who knew that Professor McGonagall would be a talented Quidditch player? 

Hagrid:

"Have yeh seen 'im, 'mione?" he asked with curiosity. He brushed his chubby fingers through his tangled beard and sat down across from Hermione, a giant teacup in his hands. He took a sip, coughed a little bit, then put the teacup down. 

Hermione- No, I havent. she said taking another sip

Hagrid:

He sighed. "Eh, who knows where 'e is," he mumbled quietly. 

Hermione- looks around some

Hagrid: 

He smiled at Hermione. "I 'ound a dragon egg earlier, I'm tryin' ter keep it warm." He motioned towards his fireplace, where a large, black egg was sitting. 

Rick:

He sat in the trophy room, still polishing the several trophies. He let out a loose sigh. This was hard work.