"If we don't get caught, they won't say a thing."
Is the girl's reply from behind him. Jay smiles just a little, and while she can't see it, it's audible in his voice.
"Sure. I won't go swearing for the portraits, though." They would probably tattle. And some of them might actually tell the professors. And if they didn't, the lack of their presences at class surely wouldn't go unnoticed. They might be getting point losses, detention or both. But it'd be better to worry about something when it was its time.
After reaching the 7th-floor corridor, Jay walks the carpeted stone floors with an obvious familiar ease. He knows where he's going, and it shows from the confidence how he wears his posture. I know these halls. It could be compared to how someone moves with similar familiarity in their own home.
In the distance, the Clock Tower's bells chime as a sign of class starting. They're officially skipping now. So much for his "avoiding tardiness at the beginning of the year if he could affect it." Honestly, Jay had known he was full of shit the moment he had even thought about it. Being late and skipping class at this point was basically so much part of his personality, that asking him to be on time was almost like asking him to change a part of himself. He was long past using excuses after going through basically all of them. This is just how he was as a person.
Taking the left corridor, it didn't take long until they reached a particularly hideous, and hilarious, tapestry where a wizard was attempting to teach ballet to trolls. And if anything was to judge by the man's expression, it hadn't gone very well.
But they weren't here for the tapestry. They were here for something entirely else.
"Hold on a moment." Jay told the girl and then started pacing back and forth in silence, obviously thinking hard about something.
"I need a place where to hide things."
The story about Room of Requirement had been told through the Golden Trio. And yet, after many years since their time, a lot of people had already forgotten about it. But Jay had read about it in his fourth year as he had tried to figure out the castle layout better, in one of the many biographies of Harry Potter himself. The man had never written an autobiography, so there were just various different ones scattered all around, and every single one of them told the story a bit differently. But in this one, Jay had read about a room with sentience, which operated through multiple dimensions and unplottable charms to keep it hidden. And of course, he'd gone his way to find out if it actually existed. And well, it had. And it served perfectly what he needed.
Once Jay had passed the wall across the tapestry three times, a door magically appeared in it. The Slytherin stopped, "There we go." Sometimes he worried the room wouldn't work, especially during times like these when he wanted to make a bit of an impression. That would be mortifying.
The dark haired boy strode forward, pressing the door handle down and entered; revealing a grand room with mountains of all kinds of contraptions, trinkets, objects, and items. The Room of Hidden Things.
"Close the door behind you." He instructed the girl as he walked in, pushing his hands into the pockets of his trousers and walked among the curving pathways that weren't cluttered. He passed a harp that immediately started playing once he got close enough, and stopped once he was far away enough. Jay passed a towering mountain of stacked books which looked like it could come toppling down by the smallest of touches, and another made out of cauldrons from various different materials. This is where he had gotten his; there was no way he could have afforded one in such quality himself that he now had.
Only when he reached a particularly grand looking dark hardwood cabinet did he finally stop. Opening the doors, the cabinet extended itself magically by spreading out shelves and deepening into a walk-in closet. It smelled of dust and old wood, and the shelves were filled with all kinds of things. Jay's things. The things he brought with him at the beginning of school year or during the holiday breaks and hid here. Or when he acquired them during the Hogsmeade trips and brought them here for temporary safekeeping until he'd agree to meet with the customer for exchange.
"So, this is where I keep things. I'm going to have to make you sign a contract with me, you know, for security reasons." He said, glancing at Jin briefly as he said it. He didn't care if she would take offense for having to put her name down to a magical paper that would jinx her if she went back on her word. It was his way or the highway. They had known each other for like five minutes, there was no way Jay was ready to trust her quite yet.
"But first..." He lifted up his finger, and then stepped into the closet, walking past shelves. He was obviously looking for something... Aha! Jay grabbed that something from one of them, and there was a sound of liquid sloshing inside a glass bottle. He returned, and hopped back on the stone floor, showing off a bottle of Firewhisky with a smirk.
"We drink. We should celebrate the future of our partnership, yeah?" And if there was one way to get to know someone, it was when they were tipsy and honest. It was the Slavic way in general, and Bulgarians weren't any different from the other Slavs in that regard.
He offered Jin the bottle, which was unopened. "Ladies first, if you may, Miss Jin."