I Hate Cold Mornings. PV Eban Fray PV Cordelia Rose

He woke up like everyone else in the dormroom, and he thought to himself it was too early for this nonsense. He wanted to at least have a few hours more to sleep right now before eating breakfast. He turned around in bed to try at least to get a few more minutes to sleep, but couldn't, he also needed to go to the restroom so he got a bit annoyed that he needed to go. So he went out of bed and got to the restroom before getting himself ready for breakfast.

For him in the morning he likes to take his time to get ready as much as he wants to have his beauty sleep. So he started combing his hair and placed it up in a ponytail and put his uniform on. Everyone knows that children need more sleep in the morning than adults, so why aren't children allowed to sleep at least a few hours more than are acquired, at least what he read somewhere, he doesn't remember where right now. He had a lot of thoughts of why things are the way they are, but right now it was too early to think about that, especially without breakfast in the system that he clearly needs right now, before he bites someone's head off.

So he decided to walk to the great hall like everyone else after checking he had everything and he was neatly dressed with the uniform. So he followed the little stream of children with some slow and calm walk toward the great hall with straight and modest posture as he walked to not to have that sloppy bad posture his father had nagged him not to have when he walked. It’s not good for you He always says, you gonna have a bad back when you walk like bent over sloop. He always teached me how to have a good posture, that showed people respect, but modest, without showing that you are better than everyone else in the room.

He could smell the food already, so he finally knew he was right around the corner, and finally at the door and went into the great hall and looked around to see if he saw someone he knew already. He could feel a yawn creep into his face, but he swallowed it down and rubbed his eyes a bit and saw Cordelia and then he saw Angelio. He rolled his eyes when he saw him, his first impression of Angelio wasn’t the best, but it was the worst timing to get to know each other. Especially when Angelio was stressed over to get his homework done, but the look of it he was also as tired as he is.
He went over there finally and said “Morning” With a calm soothing voice that isn’t so annoying in the morning when everyone is probably tired already, and trying to wake up.
So he took a plate and put some scrambled egg and bacon and some toast and tomato beans on the plate, and some cucumber and paprika on it too. “Did you all sleep well?” He asked before starting to eat the warm food. It was a good thing to eat now, he could sense that he needed the food for his well being.

I Hate Cold Mornings.

Great Hall (Hufflepuff Table) 🞗 🞗

Reducio #526e00 - speech Outfit: Image here Gray and blue striped jumper with black open hem joggers

Morning (~ 7:30) 🞗 January 17th, 2026 🞗 🞗

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Angelo was quiet up until this point, just giving an easy "morning" as Cordelia and Eban settled beside him. "I slept well," he said between chews. It was a bit of a stretch as he was still a bit sleepy, but it wasn't like he had any nightmares or like he was about to fall over from exhaustion at any moment. He stared at the far wall before he decided to be a little bit more honest. "It's just so grey outside, anyone would want to sleep in. There's like... something scientific behind that." He couldn't help but frown slightly at his own words. Of course there was.

As Cordelia described her dream, Angelo decided now was the perfect time to pick at his scrambled eggs in an attempt to look busy. "That does sound nice," he said absentmindedly, still giving his plate a whole awful lot of attention. He wasn't lying, it did sound nice. There was no reason not to like a place like Diagon Alley, and, well, the more the merrier. But he couldn't help but think it was a little out of the blue, considering how he pretty much wrecked everyone's moods a week or two ago. Unless they already forgot, which he silently hoped was the truth. He glanced at Cordelia out of the corner of his eye, gauging her expression, before he cleared his throat and attempted to clarify himself. "No, really, I'd be up for that," he added on, realising that he must've seemed dismissive. His attention finally turned to the others instead of his plate. "But yeah, I didn't have any dreams. How about you, Eban?" he asked, a bit unsure around him, before forcing himself to relax. It wasn't like Eban was going to bite his face off.

Action: Just talking 🞗

Reducio WC: 297 Misc.

Interacting with @Eban Fray @Cordelia Rose

Eban looks over at Cordelia with a half smile “Well, weirdly not good this time. Had a really odd dream that I can’t figure out. So normally I sleep good, but not this time. I hope this night will be better.” He said calmly and listen to her for a moment about her dream about her being in Diagon alley, while he was eating some egg and bacon. He found out that he forgot to get himself some orange juice.
But he must agree with Angelo about the scientific that people tend to want to sleep in when the weather is gray and cold. “yeah I agree with you there Angelo, people tend to sleep more and want to be in bed longer because of the weather. If it was sunny and warm weather, most people would rather be more awake. Unless you have a migraine because of the light.” He said calmly.

He searched over the table where the juice was and when he spotted it, he grabbed it and filled his glass, and heard Angelo asked him about if he weird dream this night, even so yeah he parsley answered it, but never deeply said what the dream was about, so he answered the question.
“ Well, this dream I had was odd dream like, I don’t know what it means or it just a dream. Anyways, my dream was about me and my parents also at Diagonal Alley, this must be around yule time, so I was home celebrating so we were gathering the last stuff we needed. But then I got left behind somewhere, I didn’t find my parents anywhere. I got lost in Knockturn Alley and I got taken, but the interesting part is that I got taken to my Aunt and uncle's place in Spain by an unknown person I had never seen before in my life. Suddenly my parents was at the door in spain looked stupidly at me for leaving Diagon alley and not tell them about it, but I tried to tell them what happened, but I couldn’t make a sound when I tried to explain. So when I walked out the door, we were suddenly back to my family home instead with a dark figure in the corner of the room we came into. So I woke up by the noise of other students walking around the dorm room.” He explained and took the last bite of the breakfast, and he knew he talked to much now and was silent for a moment before he talked again so they could process what he was talking about, but also he could process what he was dreaming about. “So I don’t know what the dream means, but at least it is just a dream, and it wouldn't happen in real time right? what do you think Cordelia” He asked openly and it wasn’t really a question, he already knew the answer to it, that wouldn’t happen at at. It was probably his own insecurities that he was afraid that he would disappoint his own parents.

Sorry it took so long to answer.

WC:524

I Hate Cold Mornings.

Great Hall (Hufflepuff Table) 🞗 🞗

Reducio #526e00 - speech Outfit: Image here Gray and blue striped jumper with black open hem joggers

Morning (~ 7:30) 🞗 January 17th, 2026 🞗 🞗

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Angelo set down his cutlery for now, a thoughtful frown crossing his face as Eban described his dream. To him, it sounded at best mildly disturbing, being taken by some mystery person to your family in a completely different country. Could they be some random relative that knew Eban when he was two or something? But another thing caught his attention, the mention of a place called Knockturn Alley. "What's Knockturn Alley?" he asked. He had never heard of the place before, so naturally, he wanted to ask about it. Why didn’t Angelo know about it, since it seemed close to Diagon Alley? Had Eban been there before? Or, maybe it was fake, a weird place that Eban’s dreams made up. He guessed that the latter was more likely, it would be hard for someone to dream of a real place they’d never been to before. He also wondered if Eban was frequently troubled by nightmares, but he supposed that was a more personal question that shouldn't be asked.

“Yeah… that’s a freaky dream. Are you sure you didn’t know the person? They must’ve known your family if they took you to Spain, or something,” he commented, pulling his sleeves over his hands to warm them up. Why not entertain the dream a little, even if it wasn’t real? He really had nothing else to talk about, and he hated eating in awkward silence. Eban’s dreams seemed pretty deep anyway, at least from this one instance. Angelo couldn’t remember the last dream he had. That probably meant it was insignificant.

Action: Just talking 🞗

Reducio WC: 260 Misc.

Interacting with @Eban Fray @Cordelia Rose

He was thinking about the dream he had, while he was eating the last bit of breakfast. He listen closely to what Angelo said about the dream. But first he had to answer the first question Angelo had about Knockturn Alley. “Well, most people relate that alleyway to dark witches or wizards. The entrance is just around the corner when you enter Diagon Alley, The Leaky Cauldron provides an entrance to Knockturn Alley if I’m correct. But I don’t recommend anyone to go there, unless you have an adult present, or if you know what you are doing. I have never seen kids wonder around there alone at all, most people I have seen is much older than us. But it is rare occasion I’m actually there, but my father have told me about it and his adventure there, or I’m too curious so I ask a lot of question about that Alleyway. So it might be older students or a teacher that know about Knockturn alley more than I do.” He said calmly, while grabbing his glass of juice and placed it up to his mouth to drink some of it, and placed it down again gently to the table. “Well I might have meet them once before. But I can not recall that in my memories right now. They might have known my family somehow to have specifically targeted me of all people, and have taken me away from my parents. But luckily it was just a dream, and not reality.” He said gently, that he hoped it would never happen in the first place. He was thinking about who they were, but also what would happen if it came to reality if it actually happened. But what it had to do with my uncle and aunt in Spain, why did it take me there of all places? He had a lot of questions about this dream that he can not answer for himself. Even so he knew it was just a dream, it felt so real to him. He took another sip of his juice and stared blankly out in the great hall just thinking.

WC:364 ish

I Hate Cold Mornings.

Great Hall (Hufflepuff Table) 🞗 🞗

Reducio #526e00 - speech Outfit: Image here Gray and blue striped jumper with black open hem joggers

Morning 🞗 January 17th, 2026 🞗 🞗

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"Dark wizards," he repeated in surprise, lowering his volume. Angelo never really talked about anything grim like that outside the context of Defence Against the Dark Arts, so it felt a bit strange for him to speak too loudly about it. "And you said it was a real place, right next to Diagon Alley? How is that even allowed?" He nearly grimaced at the thought of dark wizards roaming around just a block or two over. If Knockturn Alley was so close, what's to say he and his dad hadn't been in a shop with a dark wizard there at least once?

"I mean, what could they even sell there anyway? All the stuff we have is gross enough," he huffed, glancing back down at his food. He forked up the last of his eggs, chewing thoughtfully. Flobberworm mucus and bubotuber pus came to mind, and suddenly he wasn't so hungry anymore. Why did magical ingredients and whatnot have to be so gross? He'd probably have to deal with some bubbling, porous thing in Potions on Monday. Really, who would've thought that something that was toxic most of the time was also useful?

Thankfully, he had just finished his meal before that imagery could ruin his appetite. He felt a bit better than he did earlier, the food helping quite a bit. Angelo leaned back on the bench, his nose still cold from the slight chill in the air.

Action: Just talking 🞗

Reducio WC: 239 Misc.

Interacting with @Eban Fray @Cordelia Rose

He just tilted his head a bit, of why this was all new to Angelo, he thought that knockturn alley was knowledgeable for everyone in the wizardry world. But apparently not. “Well, yeah it is a real place, I thought that was common knowledge for everyone in the wizardry world. That knockturn alley was a real place.” He said in a confused voice, he looked over at Cordelia and asked “Didn’t you know anything about Knockturn Alley, until now?” and looked over at Angelo again.

“Well at knockturn alley, you can get anything that is forbidden, that isn’t really allowed to get, I mean all the artifacts that also are rare to get, or potions, ingredients and other things that are either rare to get their hands on or forbidden you can get there. But usually it isn’t a good idea to go there, unless you want some information about someone or something. It is really handy for aurores that want information on specific people to catch, especially the most wanted. But sometimes it is more difficult to get an answer from the people in there apparently, if I remember correctly. It is what I heard from someone, when me and my parents were at the Leaky Cauldron at one point, and my parents talked about it. Some boring adult stuff. But sometimes it is so interesting to listen to, even so it shouldn’t be any of my business to listen to adults talking about work” He said calmly with a low voice that only Angelo and Cordelia could listen to, and realised that he might have talked too much. He might have creeped Angelo a bit out of knowing stuff like this, but he is so used to knowing scary things that he feels so interested in it. Maybe that would scare Angelo away, that is something he doesn't want to do yet.

So instead he said “So, what is the class you like so far this year?” To maybe shift the subject to something else even if it is a boring subject, then the creepy stuff he knows maybe too much about. “For me I love potion classes so far, that is my favorite subject. But I don’t really mind the other classes either. So do you have the top three classes yet?” He asked calmly, while shifting his position. He grabbed more juice, and filled his glass up again, and took some sips before putting the glass down to the table, and fidget with the glass.

Action: Chatting

@Angelo Angelov

@Cordelia Rose

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