 Bathes in Maple Syrup | Dancing Lobster | Mrs. Charlie Weasley | Seneca's Beard | That's So Fetch
Why was he up so early in the morning? Oh. Right. There was a mandatory House meeting, and he had important prefect things to do there. Frankie would be lying if he said that he was fully awake this morning. It was a known fact to his dorm mates that he had spent a number of hours last night in front of a mirror, picking out the remnants of food from his precious blond hair. The prefect was deprived of sleep and wanted nothing more but to crawl back into bed. Nonetheless, he was here, his hair perfect, the badge pinned to his robes, and a stomach demanding food.
First thing first, the fifth year gave the Head of House a salute as he made his way through the common room. He then went straight for the breakfast buffet. A hungry Frankie was a grumpy Frankie, after all. With a big pile on his plate and a cup of coffee (to appear more mature and give him a kickstart to his day), the blond found a seat next to his co-prefect and the Head Boy.
"Morning, Candice, Yoongi," he greeted as he settled in. While doing so, he watched all the other Gryffindors who were there and those that were still showing up. He gave nods at those who met eye-contact with him, even the first years though he was still learning their names. Then there was Zeke. "How nice of you to come down with a shirt on today, Zekie," he commented with a smirk. And with that said, Frankie dove right in to his breakfast.
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