(Written by Drusilla and I. Please feel free to RP your character signing it if they did)

With Starknuts cups in hand, Jinx and Drusilla entered the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom with black circles under their puffy eyes and their facial features soft from lack of sleep. They walked haphazardly towards their normal seats in the back rear of the class, sitting on them instantly upon reaching the old wooden chairs. The couple sipped from their respective cups of coffee, subliminally advertising the Starknuts Corporation.

Soft murmurs and idle laughter were heard from their corner of the room as they alternated between sipping coffee and talking. The low talking and laughter would turn into an almost obnoxious yet loving series of physical altercations which would suddenly stop. The whispers would resume and both would let out an extremely loud flow of breathy laughs until Drusilla reached into her backpack and withdrew a piece of parchment.

Drusilla’s hand went shaky from laughter, turning in her seat to use the wall as a desk – her books already scattered across the worn wooden table top in front of her. She grasped her quill between her thumb and forefinger and began writing her name in large arching letters at the top, creating anarchy A’s as the letter continued. She then extended the quill to Jinx, leaned in to press her lips against his cheek in a kiss. A playful grin would overcome her already cheerful expression, speaking in soft hushed tones to Jinx, "Here, sign this," Drusilla read from the paper and commanded Jinx, "We can do like the muggles and see how many names are signed before it gets back to us."

Jinx took the quill while leaning into Drusilla. He then rested his head upon her shoulder as he took the parchment from her and set it down on the clear table top in front of him. With a tight grip on the quill he flicked his wrist several times to create his traditional yet unique signature on the parchment. Upon completion of his swift wrist movement, he set the quill down and closed his eyes with a yawn.

“Drusilla Mancini and Jinx Sinclair, it is a start,” Jinx said with a small curl in his lips, satisfied with himself. He then opened his eyes continuing to use Drusilla’s arm as a make shift pillow while lazily bringing his hand back to the parchment. His hand would go flat atop of the paper and he’d slide the parchment carefully over the dark wood to where a student was beginning to sit. He once again closed his eyes until the unmistakable clacks of Professor Moody’s prosthetic foot filled the classroom.

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// So, there's nothing on it, other than signatures?

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"The last man on Earth sat alone in a room.
There was a knock at the door."
-Frederic Brown

//It says, "Sign this" and has signatures.

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Seril takes a seat with his usual cheerful demeanor, grinning up towards Professor Moody. He drops his bag to the floor with a soft 'thunk' and pulls the paper into view. Taking his ratty and worn down quill out of its usual hiding spot, he glances down the list names as he lets out a slightly exhausted breath. He draws his S out, large and loopy, and then scribbles the rest of his name after it. As a second thought, he writes in "Hufflepuff rules" vertically along the left margin of the paper.

Giving it one last glance, and a satisfied nod, Seril passes the sheet on to the next student in the row.

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"The last man on Earth sat alone in a room.
There was a knock at the door."
-Frederic Brown

Jack looks at the parchment as Seril slides it over in front of him and, grateful he has his own quill in his school pack, adds a 'd' in front of 'rules' and smilingly passes the note onward in its misbegotten journey.

Regriam Banther walks into the class, staggering to her chair just in time to dodge the anger of Professor Moody. She takes a seat in the back corner, her back against the wall. Kicking the chair back, she balances it against the wall and twists rubber bands around her fingers, yawning. In her own little world, she barely notices the letter as it passes her by on the desk. Quickly scanning it with her eyes she sighs and drops the chair back to its normal composition, dabbing a near-by quill in a well of ink as she signs her name.
"Regriam Banther"
Her name is nearly as sloppy and informal as herself, but nevertheless she passes it on, tilting her head back to stare at the ceiling as she drifts in and out of consciousness.

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Sebastian Marx bursts through the door and falls to his ground. He then brings his finger tips to pet the the floor. He then would break out into laughter as he pushes himself up from the ground and looks around, brushing his hands over his robes to straighten them with a "No one just saw that face." He then heads off directly towards a chair in the front corner and literally falls into it.


Seeing a piece of paper on it with a series of names, his heart begins beating quickly. His eyes would focus and refocus as he attempts to read the words, only making out a series of signatures. In a panicked attempt to write anything down, Sebastian reaches into his pocket and takes out a gold case and removes a single cigarette. He then dips the cotton filter of the cigarette into a small ink well on the table. With retarded movement of his hand, he writes series of horrid thick scratches that would upon extremely close examination be his name.

Taking in a deep breath of relaxation, he'd push the sheet of paper down the row and set the ink covered filter of the cigarette into his mouth.

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Drusilla elbows Jinx's side as Sebastian makes a fool of himself, biting down on her lower lip while her eyes slant and her cheeks turn red from holding in her laughter. With an exhausted breath, she mumbles to Jinx, "That's the one."

If Sebastian was to look around the class she'd wink and start poking Jinx with her "infected" finger.

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Sebastian would look over his shoulder and grin with black stained lips towards Drusilla catching the wink. He then would suddenly recall the previous conversations with Drusilla and turn back around to face forward, fumbling for his lighter in his pocket. He then would hear the clack of Professor Moody's leg and his jaw would go agape, the cigarette falling onto the table and his entire mouth stained black from the ink.

Jinx would catch Sebastian's glance towards Drusilla and upon hearing Drusilla's words his eyes would focus intently on Sebastian. Jinx' body would tighten and he'd taken in a sharp breath with a nod of his head. He would look back to Drusilla and bring his hand to take her's squeezing it tightly without a word.

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Liss sits at her desk, completely zoned out, as is her tradition during class. She almost notices Sebastian bursting into the door, but instead remains safely zoned, protected from the idiocy around her. The paper makes its way to Liss, who doesn't seem to notice its presence in front of her until the student who passed it to her taps her shoulder.

Liss snaps out of it and glares at the poor student for daring to touch her. Once motioned to the paper, she looks around briefly before taking her quill from the inkwell and signing it.

"This is an odd way for Professor Moody to take attendance..." she thinks to herself, before passing the paper on and fights zoning out again, failing miserably.

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-Calan

Liss Crest, Slytherin
Kalara Crest, Hufflepuff
Elizabeth Finley, The Moon

Florymonde de Bellehache looked in annoyance at the paper that was oh so casually flopped over her DADA notes. She looked at the list of names, shrugged, then signed it in an elegant hand, before passing it on.

Patrick Quigley wandered into the DADA classroom, looking lost. He was about to turn around and start searching for the way again, but he noticed a sheet of paper circulating around the room. Curious, he wandered over to where Flory passed it to an empty desk. Seeing a list of signatures, he shrugged and signed, deliberately sloppily. He wrote his signature very jaggedly and only the P of Patrick and Q of Quigley are legible at all. He quickly left the classroom in search of something else, leaving the paper on the desk next to Flory.

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Patrick Quigley, Seventh Year Hufflepuff.
Reuben Pumpkin, First Year Gryffindor.

**Feargus receives the paper and looks at it curiously. He thinks for a moment, then grins. He signs the paper "Purple Puffskein" in exaggerated, loopy handwriting. He passes the paper to the next student**

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"They called me mad, and I called them mad, and damn them, they outvoted me" -Nathaniel Lee

Shifty are the eyes of the gambler...

Regriam stays still, her eyes shut as she absorbs the sounds of the room, the chattering, laughter, snoody sneers and...Life. Pulling her hood further over her face to hide herself, she takes in a deep breath, her mind drifting to a world more comely.

Drusilla giggles and rubs Jinx's tensed arm, pecking his cheek before her attention goes to Professor Moody. She straightens out her papers and arranges two sets of quills, one on each side of the page, and one prepared in her hand with her ink jar directly in front of her. As she organized her work space, she flips to the appropriate page and takes down notes, her eyes quickly darting between the text and the lecture, a determined smirk on her lips. She zones everyone out until the paper hits her in the head in the form of a paper airplane. Harshly, she pushes it towards Jinx in a disturbed frenzy, staying silent but clearly agitated by the abrupt stop in her train of thought.

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Jinx' eyes would dilate and his body would remain tense until the soft rubs on his arm from Drusilla calmed him down. He'd grunt softly and take out a small case from his pocket stiffly. He set it on the table and opened it up to reveal his custom quills. He withdrew one of them and snapped the creaky case closed.

Upon feeling the kiss on his cheek, Jinx would take one deep breath returning to a completely normal and stoic emotional state. He then set the quill into the small ink well on his desk. Jinx then rested both of his hands over the parchment which rested on his desktop.

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