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Roland flies slowly around the slim girth of Ravenclaw tower, effortlessly guiding his broom between parapets that offshoot from the bulk of the main structure. He knows which room is hers... he'd done his best to ask the young Redheaded girl casually, and she hadn't seemed to catch onto his intentions. Which was just as well... the old gunslinger had never been one for the obvious sort of love, preferring it secretive and passionate. The fewer people who knew of his burning passion for Emma Woodhouse, the better.

Gliding low, he glances through an open and unwarded window, opening into one of the boys' rooms. Taking a risk, he flies straight in, and is relieved to find that there's noone in the room. Not dismounting, he checks the hallway, finding it empty as well. Without pause, he flies through the open doorway, and into the Ravenclaw commonroom. A few students gawk at the sight of a cowboy astride a broom, but he takes no notice of them. His eyes are focused on the intricate plaster friezework that sits above the bar
Baring his ugly grin, he pulls both guns quicker than the eye can follow(one upside-down to accomadate for his missing index and middle fingers), and fires twelve times into the wall. A cloud of dust and gunpowder is kicked up instantly, and nothing can be seen for a moment...

Roland glides backwards, slowly holstering his revolvers, taking in his handywork as the dust clears.
A large heart traced in bullet-holes with the letters 'R.D.' and 'E.W.' graces the far wall. Roland lands slowly, and for the first time seems to notice the rest of the people in the room.
"Hile sais... lovely day, sayin' truly."