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potterobsessionist 
Alex had been running, no actually he had been sprinting from the dungeons to the Great Hall, all that just to beat his girlfriend to the Lion table. Winning.
He jogged up to the Gryffindor table looking around for his certain brunette, when he didn't spot her he did a little dance of victory, arms in the air and everything. He was faster than his girlfriend, and now they would eat something, mainly because his stomach was screaming at him (like it always did) and because they would be rebels and eat at the Gryffindor table.
Hopefully the lions wouldn't roar at them and kick them out...
Ellie had practically flown down the seven flights of stairs towards the great hall, trying to get there before Alex. She knew her chances were slim, of course; all he had to do was go up a flight of stairs before he was there. Cheap.
Sprinting down the corridor, Ellie finally bursted through the open doorway and shot her eyes toward the Gryffindor table... Where she saw her boyfriend.
Dancing. -___________-
Catching her breath, she smoothed out her blouse and walked calmly toward him.
"You're a terrible dancer, you know." She said matter-of-factly, taking an apple and biting out of it. Ellie glanced up at him with an evil smirk and continued chewing. She would win next time.