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Blythe walked into the Gryffindor common room, looking around at the various couches and cushions before picking the one furthest from the fireplace.  She knew John would be here soon and hoped he'd be surprised at being the 'on time/late' one for once.  She smiled to herself, hoping he wouldn't be too put out.

She began humming a piece she'd once watched Greg compose and waited for John to make his appearance.

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John read the return letter (http://community.livejournal.com/hogwarts_hocus/1354015.html?thread=68633375#t68633375) from Blythe and nodded to himself. He hadn't heard of the Room of Requirement, but he'd be happy to take her on a tour of the places he did know of in the castle. He'd spent most of his time here thus far exploring and taking walks through the halls. The place seemed endless.

Folding the letter up and placing it in a drawer in his desk, John stood and left his room, heading down the stairs to the Gryffindor Common Room. Blythe was already there when he entered, seated on one of the couches. He gave a small smile and nodded to her.

"Good to see you."

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((So have I. 'Disintegration' is pulling at me. Apparently, Chase!Muse has also scurried up my leg and is clinging like the marsupial we all know and love. *chuckles*))

"It's good to see you, too," Blythe answered, getting up to hug him. "I've missed you."

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John returned the hug.

"Where have you been staying?" he asked. "Where's your stuff? We can move it up to my room -- it's a good size. Pretty nice actually." He looked around at the Common Room furnishings, all the red and gold trim. "A little overly lavish for my taste, actually," he chuckled. "Canopy beds..." He shook his head.

"We can get you settled in and then take that tour. How 'bout it?"

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Blythe laughed, knowing John would probably like sleeping on a cot much better, but chose not to mention this fact. She glanced around the common room, wondering just how many bedrooms there seemed to be in this place for there to be room for all the masses of people she'd seen.

"Well, alright, then. I'm rather hungry, too, actually. Is there a dining hall open at all? I think I'd like some eggs or something."

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"Actually, I am kinda hungry, now that you mention it," John said with a smile. "Why don't we head over there now?" He touched his hand to the small of her back lightly, and gestured with his other toward the potrait-hole that was the Gryffindor Common Room entrance. "We can get you settled in after you've had something to eat."

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Blythe nodded, deciding to follow John's lead for now. "As much fun as climbing in and out of a portrait hole must be, I doubt I'll enjoy it for long. We're not exactly spry, are we?"

She chuckled to herself, wondering if she was going to learn a spell that would turn this into some kind of doorway. One could certainly hope.

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"Nonsense." John grinned and ducked through the narrow entranceway as well as he could. In the hallway, he planted his feet and stood upright with a quiet groan. "S'pose the years have been catching up with us a bit," he agreed with a chuckle.

He started walking down the hallway toward the Great Hall. "'Course, it is a school so I guess it wasn't exactly designed for people of our age. But for some reason, the place is just crawling with folks of all ages and shapes. Doesn't seem to be any order to any of it. People pop in at any time, and then, as far as I can tell, do whatever they please all day long." He shook his head in bemusement.

"I attended one of the so-called 'classes,'" he informed Blythe. "Transformation. Pretty chaotic mess. Half the class was absurdly late, and there were disasters happening with spells all over the place..."

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((Le sigh. Stupid medical crap. I'm sorry about leaving this hanging for so long. I might have to go on hiatus soon, which will suck. *is deeply annoyed*))

Blythe resisted the urge to snort at John's insistence on acting like he was physically half his age. He'd learn. As it was, she let him lead the way to wherever the dining hall was located. She looked around the hallways, suddenly noticing that all the paintings were...moving.

"John...am I hallucinating this time? Or are these paintings really moving, because that's a little creepy."

She looked up at one painting that featured a man in fifteenth-century clothing brandishing a short sword at her before leaning on it and appearing to examine her closely. He appeared to be satisfied with what he saw because he promptly turned and...walked into the painting adjacent to his before waving to its occupant and pointing in her direction while saying something she couldn't make out.

On another painting, a baby wailed while the woman holding her tried to bring comfort. Blythe blinked, wondering yet again if she (and her husband, apparently) had gone completely mad.

She remembered the opening lyrics to a song she'd heard once back when Greg was a teenager.

Been dazed and confused for so long, it's not true...

It certainly seemed to be true now. Oh, God, she thought, glancing at John and trying for the moment not to think about whether she was losing her mind.

((Yay, Led Zeppelin!))

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John followed Blythe's gaze to the moving paintings. "Yep, they are really moving." He shook his head, sighing, as if resigned to the absurdity. "Don't worry, you're not crazy. Unless I am too." He shrugged and continued down the corridor.

"There's all sorts of strange stuff like that here." He turned into the stairwell, glancing back at Blythe, gesturing for her to follow. "Like these here staircases... They, uh... aren't exactly stationary, all the time." He looked down the stairs, frowning. This particular set of stairs seemed to be still enough at the moment, though he hoped it would lead to the correct place he wanted to get.