The Joy Drow Club (open RP)

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I never thought the act of just showing someone to their room could be such an adventure in itself. Just hearing Beowulf's tale of getting lost in the corridors and being attacked by a giant sea monster in the process reminded me how much fun everyday adventures can be, a feeling I lost over time. Maybe this place is teaching me to be a bit more lighthearted and not as serious as I have been, a seriousness that has weighed me down too much and taken the fun out of life.

Drizzt looked up from his journal and at the fire in the Gryffindor common room. Since bringing Beowulf back to his room he had found a nice warm seat by the fire and just relaxed, finally looking forward to his upcoming journey in Hogwarts. For some reason though he too wanted a bit more adventure here, though maybe it was finally past time to just relax his sword grip.

He looked at the door, awaiting anyone coming, maybe anyone who would be up for a chat before bed.

Another thing came to mind that made him sigh, conjuring curiosity and some reluctance; there was another dark elf in Gryffindor, a type of drow deity even. At one point he had hated his own evil kind, but now he was becoming more willing to give some benefit of the doubt. Evil drow may have been worthy of some words first and maybe swords later instead of swords first.
For some reason he almost wanted Selvetarm to come through that door, but he quickly shrugged off the thought and looked back down to his journal.

[Slightly backdated to a while after the Christmas party]