One Tired Monday
It was a Monday morning. Clover could barely remember what the date was, or if it mattered, pertaining to any quizzes or due dates. She was a morning person during the beginning of the week, especially on Mondays, and it was hitting her hard today.
She had struggled out of bed and put on her crimson sweater, black jeans, and black socks and sneakers. She usually only wore all black but she'd hoped the bright color would awaken her even more. At the moment she was sitting at the Gryffindor table fairly alone because she had gotten there early for breakfast, but students were slowly coming, some groggy, some looking sunnier than the sun itself.
Clover hoped this extra quietness would give her time to study in peace and get a head start on the food, because boy did she like to eat. The food at Hogwarts was great but not as good as her father's cooking. She wouldn't tell that to the slaved elves down below though, or that's what she'd heard. It sort of made her feel a little bad for taking her meals for granted but it couldn't be helped.
Her first class was either History or Herbology, or maybe even Charms. It would come to her sooner or later, hopefully before the class started. For now she focused on the one that sounded the most boring, which was History. That's how she studied, working on the least interesting first all the way up to the most, since if she went vice versa she'd be tired and bored, and she definitely didn't need two problems.
Taking a big gulp of orange juice and a bite of toast with cream cheese, Clover started reading the textbook, doodling a little on a scratch paper. Writing with a quill was... something new, and she hoped her handwriting would get better. She noticed more than one frown at her papers by her professors.
Soon Clover was deep in her studies, not really noticing anyone else come sit around. She had a small plate of toast with cream cheese, strawberries, an untouched banana, and a bunch of grapes. Next to that was goblet of orange juice and a small cup of water when she didn't feel like drinking anything flavorful.
She had struggled out of bed and put on her crimson sweater, black jeans, and black socks and sneakers. She usually only wore all black but she'd hoped the bright color would awaken her even more. At the moment she was sitting at the Gryffindor table fairly alone because she had gotten there early for breakfast, but students were slowly coming, some groggy, some looking sunnier than the sun itself.
Clover hoped this extra quietness would give her time to study in peace and get a head start on the food, because boy did she like to eat. The food at Hogwarts was great but not as good as her father's cooking. She wouldn't tell that to the slaved elves down below though, or that's what she'd heard. It sort of made her feel a little bad for taking her meals for granted but it couldn't be helped.
Her first class was either History or Herbology, or maybe even Charms. It would come to her sooner or later, hopefully before the class started. For now she focused on the one that sounded the most boring, which was History. That's how she studied, working on the least interesting first all the way up to the most, since if she went vice versa she'd be tired and bored, and she definitely didn't need two problems.
Taking a big gulp of orange juice and a bite of toast with cream cheese, Clover started reading the textbook, doodling a little on a scratch paper. Writing with a quill was... something new, and she hoped her handwriting would get better. She noticed more than one frown at her papers by her professors.
Soon Clover was deep in her studies, not really noticing anyone else come sit around. She had a small plate of toast with cream cheese, strawberries, an untouched banana, and a bunch of grapes. Next to that was goblet of orange juice and a small cup of water when she didn't feel like drinking anything flavorful.
One Tired Monday
Blake started her morning with regret and weariness. She shouldn't have stayed awoke the whole night before just to read up all the books she borrowed from the library, it was because there was so many interesting that she would probably need in the future. The first decision Blake did in the really early morning was to drowned her face in a bowl of water in the girl bath, although she was tired, she would prefer to hide it from other, it was just her style, hiding everything and anything from everyone. She wouldn’t show her bad day to all the students in this school, especially when she wanted to play the energetic and lovable girl characteristic in every Hogwarts’s students and professors eyes.
Blake went to the Great hall for breakfast on her dancing feet, her fuzzy brunette colored hair bounced a little everytime she give someone on her way a friendly good morning. She gotta practice and read a lot to act like that cute girl even when the only thing she wanted was flew straight to the library and ignores all the ‘hi’ other gave her.
Sitting down beside a fellow Gryffindor who was focusing on her own homework. Blake gave out a cheerful greeting hi:
“Hello there! Already studying so soon?” She asked and grabbed a coffee flask and poured herself a full cup of black coffee, not even considered the sweeten milk or sugar. Take a quick glance at the other notes, Blake talked before she could think
“Wow, that was terrible…” Blake corrected her tone more softer immediately and said “Your writing I mean, no offense, but are you having trouble with the quill?”
Blake went to the Great hall for breakfast on her dancing feet, her fuzzy brunette colored hair bounced a little everytime she give someone on her way a friendly good morning. She gotta practice and read a lot to act like that cute girl even when the only thing she wanted was flew straight to the library and ignores all the ‘hi’ other gave her.
Sitting down beside a fellow Gryffindor who was focusing on her own homework. Blake gave out a cheerful greeting hi:
“Hello there! Already studying so soon?” She asked and grabbed a coffee flask and poured herself a full cup of black coffee, not even considered the sweeten milk or sugar. Take a quick glance at the other notes, Blake talked before she could think
“Wow, that was terrible…” Blake corrected her tone more softer immediately and said “Your writing I mean, no offense, but are you having trouble with the quill?”
One Tired Monday
Silias rolled from his bunk, exhausted. He hadn't slept at all that night.
This wasn't unusual for him, of course. His insomnia kept him awake more days than not. He knew that in a couple hours he would be fine. After another student quietly asked him why exactly he had simply rolled onto the floor and layed there, Silias stood up and made his way toward the door.
He woke up one fellow student on the way, who made his displeasure known. Silias told him to ---- off. After opening the door, Silias headed into the Gryffindor common room.
"Dear God! Boy, did you sleep in your uniform? So untidy. You haven't even brushed your hair!" A painting shouted, disgusted. Silias didn't bother to respond and he walked past and into the Fifth Floor Corridors.
After a few minutes, Silias made his way to the Great Hall, where he intended to grab a quick breakfast. He made his way to the Gryffindor table, sitting down and grabbing a slice of toast, which he ate quickly.
Silias grabbed a quill out of his pocket (he always kept one on him) and readied to do some sort of studying. He didn't have any paper, though.
He glanced around, walking down the tableside. On his way, he grabbed a copy of Hogwarts: A History from where he had left it the day before. After a few minutes, he found what he was looking for: paper.
He slipped his hand to the paper, sliding a sheet into his hand. As he did this, he watched the quill of the victim of his theft. He winced at the handwriting.
With the paper in his hand, Silias made his way around the table and sat down. He began to write on the paper. Not writing anything particular. Most especially not anything relating to his studies. Just some thoughts of his that he wanted to put on paper.
It was only when the girl across the table, whom Silias had stolen the paper from, looked up that she noticed a sheet of paper had been stolen.
"Hey! That's my paper!" Silias heard.
He looked up, flashed a smile, and responded, "How fascinating. I assume, though, that since I've written on it, you don't want it back."
This wasn't unusual for him, of course. His insomnia kept him awake more days than not. He knew that in a couple hours he would be fine. After another student quietly asked him why exactly he had simply rolled onto the floor and layed there, Silias stood up and made his way toward the door.
He woke up one fellow student on the way, who made his displeasure known. Silias told him to ---- off. After opening the door, Silias headed into the Gryffindor common room.
"Dear God! Boy, did you sleep in your uniform? So untidy. You haven't even brushed your hair!" A painting shouted, disgusted. Silias didn't bother to respond and he walked past and into the Fifth Floor Corridors.
After a few minutes, Silias made his way to the Great Hall, where he intended to grab a quick breakfast. He made his way to the Gryffindor table, sitting down and grabbing a slice of toast, which he ate quickly.
Silias grabbed a quill out of his pocket (he always kept one on him) and readied to do some sort of studying. He didn't have any paper, though.
He glanced around, walking down the tableside. On his way, he grabbed a copy of Hogwarts: A History from where he had left it the day before. After a few minutes, he found what he was looking for: paper.
He slipped his hand to the paper, sliding a sheet into his hand. As he did this, he watched the quill of the victim of his theft. He winced at the handwriting.
With the paper in his hand, Silias made his way around the table and sat down. He began to write on the paper. Not writing anything particular. Most especially not anything relating to his studies. Just some thoughts of his that he wanted to put on paper.
It was only when the girl across the table, whom Silias had stolen the paper from, looked up that she noticed a sheet of paper had been stolen.
"Hey! That's my paper!" Silias heard.
He looked up, flashed a smile, and responded, "How fascinating. I assume, though, that since I've written on it, you don't want it back."