West had got up real early. Like for reals early. Normally he'd just get up like a bit before breakfast and be real quick in the shower and sort of run his fingers through his hair so that it was dealt with enough that Aspen wouldn't scold him. But he'd like.... used soap. And brushed his hair. And stuff.
He was ready and all he needed to do nowww was wait. You know. For his buddy. For Quidditch practicing. And breakfast.