 ~ Rise and Rise Again, Until Lambs become Lions ~
Ambling down to the Great Hall Sabel stretched out the cramps in his back, listening to a few vertebrae pop back into place. He definetly wasn't used to the beds they had here yet and had tossed and turned for most of the night. Usually, he could sleep anywhere as long as it was a near-rock-solid surface; beds that had been used for a few years by countless students didn't exactly fit that category. He probably looked like an absolute mess with his shirt untucked and a few buttons at the top forgotten as his tie hung unfashonably around his neck. He had dressed without much care, one thought occupying his mind; he was starving. So, he had made his way down to the Great Hall, reasoning he could tidy up on his way to class.
Yawning he glanced at the Gryffindor table, not really seeing anything or anyone through the blurr that was still half sleep. As if on auto pilot he turned toward the Ravenclaw table, hoping to find some of his friends there at this hour. Running a hand through his hair of which peices stuck up at a few comical angles, he made his way over, plopping down on the bench and giving a rather lopsided and dopy smile to those seated there. |