The Room of Requirement

[serinusniger]

After arriving on the Quidditch Pitch, Dinah doesn't waste any time heading to the seventh floor, still carrying the bundle she brought back with her.


When she told Leonardo he wanted the gym, she meant a very specific gym. Ever since her second year when her mother was in St, Mungo's for the first time and all she wanted was to be with her uncle Ted, she's taken to using the Room when it looks alomst exactly like Ted Grant's gym in the East End. Except that many years of use as a training spcace for her nad her friends have given it a specialist twist. The punching bags, for example, punch back.

Elbowing her way in with the bundle in her hands, she glances around the room for Leonardo. She's not late, but she wouldn't put it past him to be early.

[OOC: Plot locked to Leonardo]

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[serinusniger]

"Oh."

Dinah is disappointed. For like, a second. "Yeah, we're totally cannon fodder. If you ever want someone to run in half-cocked, you know which House to look in."

[mnt-leo.livejournal.com]

"Should I ever have need of storming a castle, I'll be sure to keep that in mind."

His smile falters for a second, and when he speaks again his tone is much quieter, much more subdued.

"How...how is my brother doing?"

He and Raph haven't really spoken much since they arrived.

[serinusniger]

Dinah hesitates, reluctant to say she doesn't really know.

"He's quiet," she says finally.

"Except when he's picking fights. I think Montoya might have broken his nose if someone hadn't been there to break it up."

It's hard to tell who was in the wrong, there. Probably both of them.

[mnt-leo.livejournal.com]

Quiet. That's never good. Not that loud was ever good either, but at least with loud you knew where you stood with Raph. With quiet? There was no real way of knowing until it was almost too late.

Leo sighs and pinches the bridge of his nose.

"Are they okay? Montoya, I mean."

Raph's bravado isn't all smoke and mirrors. The kid can kick like a mule and punch like a sledge hammer. And when he loses...he has a tendency to break wands. Though, surely that hasn't happened or Leo would have gotten a Howler from home.

[serinusniger]

"I think she bruised her knuckles, if that's what you mean," she says with a faint smirk.

"Don't worry, Leonardo. We'll still have a fully functioning Seeker to squash you at the next Quidditch match."

[mnt-leo.livejournal.com]

His eyebrow raise before he can school them into submission like the rest of his face. She actually landed a punch on Raph? That...that's impressive. She must really be fast, or...have a fuse shorter than his.

"Well good. You're clearly going to need all the help you can get."

Leo hasn't the foggiest idea who's even on his house team.

[serinusniger]

That's because Slytherin's team sucks this year.

Dinah catches his vaguery and his eye, smirking.

"It could just be that he needs time to adjust."

[mnt-leo.livejournal.com]

"I'm sure you're right, and that's exactly what it is."

And not, say, that he's pissed off at life in general. It is a day that ends in Y after all.

[serinusniger]

Dinah is perfectly willing to be wrong on this.

"I'll look out for him," she says.

[mnt-leo.livejournal.com]

"At the risk of telling you how to handle those in your house, in addition to passing myself off as a busy body of an unparalleled degree, might I suggest seeking out Michaelangelo should things get...problematic."

No one can talk Raph down like Mike. No one.

[serinusniger]

Dinah may be an only child, but she's not sure she can tell the difference between those things and being a brother.

"Michaelangelo is the one in Ravenclaw?"

They're hard to tell apart!

[mnt-leo.livejournal.com]

"Hufflepuff. Donatello's the one in Ravenclaw."

Leo successfully fights back the urge to say, Smile at him long enough and he'll follow you home.

[serinusniger]

"I knew that."

She totally didn't. They all have Italian sounding names and not one of them looks Italian. It's not fair!

[mnt-leo.livejournal.com]

"It's easy to confuse them, what with Donatello being black and Michaelangelo being tiny and white."

Now he's just funning on her.

[serinusniger]

Dinah grins, wider than the joke deserves because it seems like he doesn't make a lot of them.

"There's a family resemblance."

[mnt-leo.livejournal.com]

"On our paperwork, perhaps."

It's said with love. He...is honestly quite flattered that she believes them to have any resemblance at all, even if she's just saying so to be nice.

[serinusniger]

It's received with love, really. Dinah of all people understands found family.

She grins, and is about to say something else when she freezes.

"What time is it?"

They've been here for ages.

[mnt-leo.livejournal.com]

"Unless this room has a Slow-Time running on it, I'd wager it was was quarter-to.

[serinusniger]

"...I should get to Potions," Dinah says. "I don't want to have to face Aquam's sarcasm."

[mnt-leo.livejournal.com]

"You know of a way to avoid facing his sarcasm? Can that be the focus of our next meeting?"

[serinusniger]

"Ha." Dinah does actually say the word, one step down from actually laughing. "If I know that, I'd be charging for lessons at this school."

She moves to the door, picking up her robes from where she dropped them. "Do you want to use the room? It'll stay as long as you need it."

[mnt-leo.livejournal.com]

"Yes, I think I'd like that. Thank you."

It's quiet here, and has the added benefit of lacking the additional weight of his green and silver tie.

"Good luck."

[serinusniger]

"Thank you."

Dinah looks around for her book bag, then realises it's still in the Tower. She really is going to be late. At least Professor Aquam likes her.

"You too. Same time next week?"

She's looking forward to it.

[mnt-leo.livejournal.com]

"Same time next week," he says with a smile and a nod.

[serinusniger]

Dinah returns both smile and nod, with her hand already on the door handle. By the time she hurries out, she's wearing a flushed grin, excited already for next week.

As long as she can survive Potions.