Yawn.

She didn't forget about the house meeting. That's why she already woke up and washed her face also brushed her teeth. Still wearing her giraffe pajamas (because there's no class that she had to attend this morning), the young lioness walked down to the common room.

OH, BREAKFAST!!!

At least Professor Flamsteed had provided them breakfast. Lucky that Ava was early. "Morning, Admiral." She greeted. Grabbing some pancakes, scrambled eggs, bacon, and sausage, she sat down in one coach and enjoyed the food.

Hopefully the Head of House wouldn't burst any vein today.

The Head Boy had been awake since 7am. Which wasn't unusual at all as he always woke up early to start his morning routine. He had showered and dressed in his Gryffindor robes and was applying some hand cream when he walked down the dormitory stares with his Head Boy badge clearly in sight.

Despite looking more like his usual friendlier self, he still had trouble smiling as he entered the common room for the meeting. Grabbing a cup of tea without sugar and a toast, Yoongi sat down in the chair near the fire. "Hello Professor" he greeted the man. "I hope you had a good night rest at least?" he had also spotted Ava and eventhough he wanted to ignore the troublemaker who had been one of the students who had threw food at him, he couldn't do that in front of the big boss. Bleh. "Morning Burton" notice how he had called her by her last name? He promised himself to call each who attacked him by their last name. He also did not ask how her night had been.

He leaned back in his seat and began to drink.

Candice already woke since 5 am. The truth was she couldn't sleep she had night mare about yesterday food fight. Those smell of meat on her hair, she just couldn't get that smell out of her brain. So she decided to do some morning run then come back to the common room an hour before the house meeting start.

After she finished her morning routine, the sixth year went down to the common room. Her Prefect badge pinned on her Gryffindor robes of course.

"Good morning Professor." She gave her Head of house a polite nod. Oh. Look. People. "Morning Ava, Yoongi." Each of them got a nod too. She grabbed a toast and tea before she sat down on one of the couches.

The alarm clock had woken Trixie at twenty five minutes past right which gave the first year enough time to go to the bathroom before heading downstairs into the common room. She had severe bed head but since she had to be at the meeting at eight thirty it meant she had no time to brush her hair.

"Good morning all. How are we...oooh look pancakes." She changed direction and headed straight for the table with the food. She was rather hungry after having only a couple of sandwiches last night.

Trixie loaded her plate before moving away from the table to let other people have access. As she moved through the crowd her gaze fell on the huge sign sitting above the fireplace.

What could SHE do for Hogwarts?

She turned to look at the Head of House. "Sir? I know what I can do for Hogwarts." Pause. "I can paint it purple." Because purple was her favourite colour and the castle could do with a bit of a facelift.

All that grey stone tends to get a little dreary.

Tenacius yawned a big yawn, scratching uhm... himself and trudged down to the common room, messy curls bouncing at ever step. Sleep was still in his eyes but he was woken up by 'the elders' that everybody has to show up for a meeting this bright and early morn.

But ohhh but what wonderful aroma wafting up his nostrils. Is that sausage and bacon?! That woke the blood up somewhat.

He made a beeline for the food and started stuffing his face, before loading up his plate and grabbing a nice glass of OJ. But one has to be blind as bat to not notice that GIGANTIC banner with the words.

Read, chew on bacon, read.... blink.

"Kennedy." the boy blurted out. He remembered the old black and white things with the dude, gets plenty of air time every Fourth of July. "Wait.... Kennedy was a Wizard? And he went here?? Well I'll be...."

Plops on a couch and gets busy with the food. Yum!

Dora was NOT awake yet. Not fully. But the food smells had wafted up to her dorm and her dorm mate had managed to wake her on her departure. So NATURALLY Dora had waited a moment and followed her down. Like the zombie that she was, she made some grunts and grumbles as she passed by the breakfast table (grabbing only juice for the moment) and plopped down beside Ava. Ava was the only person she would speak to this early. Mhm.

Except for Professor Flamsteed, that is. "Mornin, Admiral... " And before she could add the rest a yawn interrupted her and she just leaned against Ava. LEAAAAAAAAAAAN. Oh look. Candice was Prefect. Or she had pinned someone else's badge to her chest. Giving a squint Dora waved and tried to give a thumbs up at the same time. Fail. Such fail. Much wow.

Arista wassssss sooooo not awake!!! She had walked down of course and grimaced at everyone around she needed coffee. Not even the smells of bacon had awoken her. She passed by the breakfast table grabbed some bacon and plopped down near the people near her. She yawned and rubbed her eyes and finally looked at the people around her.

There was Flamsteed she gave him a small smile, did he remember about the vein? "Morning Professor Flamsteed." Thinking of the vein her eyes drifted down to it...It looked perfectly fine this morning not going to burst now. Taking her eyes off of the vein she greeted the people around her "Good Morning Ava, Dora, Yoongi, Messer, Trixie, and you.." Did that work? She didn't know that younger boy's name (Tenacius). Oh well it would have to. Once she did her mornings her eyes slowly drifted back to the vein...

"G'morning.."

Bentley came down the stairs rubbing his eyes. Sure he had already brushed his teeth and had his morning shower but he was still so very tired. He'd stayed up very late after cleaning up, thinking of all the possible ways his parents could use to murder him after they read Airey's letter.

Couldn't he have just given them detention for the whole year? Didn't he have a heart?

He offered the man a long sad look..hoping that would be enough for him to send a letter advising his parents that the letter about the food fight was a big misunderstanding, and that in fact Bentley was an angel and a delight to have in Gryffindor.

Sighing, he made his way to the food table and helped himself.

Torrance was not to far behind Ace as he trudged his way on down to the Common Room as well. He had taken the time the night before after the feast to remove the corn rows from his head. The big puff of hair bouncing about as he came to the table with Breakfast foods.

The unfortunate thing since the Elves delivered them their food the night before after all the cleaning,Tory wasn't hungry. nothing seemed to turn that morning frown around. Until he laid his eyes on Coffee.

Coffee

The drink for Adults.

Coffee

The Fountain of Youth for the Youthful

Coffee

The Liquid Forbidden Fruit

Coffee
Coffee
Coffee

He had to.

No one was here who could stop him. None of his Uncles, not even Uncle Julien...he WASN'T here was he? Torrance did a double take before reaching for his cup. None of his Aunts were here to stop him. Hell, as far as he was concerned Kaleb couldn't stop him either. If his older cousin even cared enough.

He poured in the cup the black liquid, steam was raising out of the cup as he had seen it so many times before. He wafted the aroma of Coffee and just that made his eyes open.

Just a sip right here. It's gotta be hot so don't overdue it.

He lifted the cup to his lips and opened his mouth slowly like a floodgate releasing a dam of water.

UGH SO BITTER!

What was it that he should do? His Grandpa usually puts...sugar!? Yes sugar in his coffee. Maybe not sugar but some cheap fake brand. He moved along and grabbed a spoonful of sugar and stirred it into his coffee.

Sip it.

UGH NO

more Sugar

UGH NO

one more

OH YEAH!

This was perfect...SO SWEET.

Torrance hurried over and sat beside Ace. Looking over at him as his Best Mate AND Dorm mate spoke up. "What?" Kennedy what?

Being the early bird that he was, Zeke was dressed in time, and all modest too... which was actually a shame, because he'd have been doing the school a favour coming down topless. As it was, he was fully dressed, head to toe - minus shoes - and he was led to the main floor by the tip of his nose.

Fooooooooooooooooood.

Glorious food had come to them!

"Morning all," he beamed as he weaved between a few of those that had arrived, and oh! Flamsteed! he got a cheerful nod.

No prompting needed, Zeke helped himself to a cup of coffee, noting the struggle of a first year (Torrance) with it too. Heh, kid.

Mug in one hand, and a plate in the other, Zeke somehow managed to serve himself some pancakes before he retreated to the couches along with some of the others, and particularly his upperclassmen. Yoongi got a nod and a lop-sided smile by way of greeting and Candice received much of the same. He'd missed the whatever had transpired at the feast, but he'd heard about it. Bits and pieces. "Interesting start to the year then," he mused before setting his mug on the floor between his feet so that he had hands free to tuck into his breakfast.

Marsha was ready to be back in classes and learning. She really really was. She was even happy to get back to jogging around the school grounds instead of running laps around the house and horses fields. Really, she had gotten used to the exercise and the routine of getting up for a run in the morning with Adi, that this morning her heart had once again sunk when she had made it to their usual meeting point in the Entranceway and he hadn’t been there.

A long run later, mostly because she had the time and energy to burn, she had moved back to the Common Room to get ready for the meeting with Professor Flamsteed. Going up to her dorm, she grabbed a cosy cardigan to wrap up in through the meeting before she went for a shower and to class. It wouldn’t take long to throw her hair into a pleat and to get ready especially if she had already eaten… and based on the food that was waiting for them, she would have.

With a smile, Marsha BEAMED at Yoongi - how COOL was it that HE was HEAD BOY? SO AWESOME - and Candice. Admiral Flamsteed received a proper Vulvan welcome across the common room and a ”Live long and prosper.” in greeting, though she didn’t say it that loudly as the common room wasn’t full yet… just beginning to fill up. With her hair up in a messy bun and her running gear still on, Marsha Hanover placed a large selection of fruit in a bowl, poured some fruit yoghurt over the top and picked up a spoon before moving over to Yoongi.

”I never managed to talk to you last night… with you know things happening…” Quick eye glance at Professor Airey and a small smile for Yoongi. ”But I’m so proud of you! You’re going to be amazing.” YES. He was. Sha just knew he would…. Could she give him a hug? She would put her bowl of fruit down and everything so she didn’t get it on his robes. Please? She looked UUUUPPPP at him, hands moving as if she wanted to give him a hug to see if he would offer her one.

Thomas had been up for a while he wasn't sure when he got up but he needed to go for a jog, and clear his head. He had gone up back to the dormitory and quietly went for a shower. And once it was near the meeting time he walked downstairs where he was immediately taken by the smell of the food. Oh my lord, Flamsteed really knew how to make students come to a meeting! As he made his way to a seat he said hello to several people. "Morning Candice and Yoogni." Passing by a first year he smirked. "Morning Bentley. He walked past another first year who was piling up the coffee (Torrance), smart kid. "Morning, enjoying the coffee?" He hadn't talked to the boy yet but anyone who enjoyed coffee was a friend of his.

He grabbed him a bit of everything and some tea and by the time he was taking a seat next to Arista he had ate it all, and downed the tea. He was a growing boy after all. He waved over at the Professor and said "Good morning Professor Flamsteed. How are you this morning?" Nudging his girlfriend he noted that she didn't seem awake. "You should at least try to wake up some before the meeting starts."

He'd hardly gotten any sleep, not between transcribing all his notes from the damp notepad and thinking of the impending howler. Had Airey changed his mind? Would he reconsider the letter if the boy promised to sleep in the dungeons from now on and only eat his food? Unless Bentley was slighted again. The boy was willing to make compromises...just...maybe not until his brain woke up for fear he would get himself into something worse than livid parents for the Christmas.

The young Gryffindor walked down the stairs leading to the common room, suppressing a yawn as he caught sight of the Professor--and all that food. "He's trying to fatten us up then feed us off so he'll have less gray hairs." He muttered to the quill floating along beside him. Truly it was the only explanation and without a doubt, the quill would make it a more horrid offense.

"Morning guys." He said with small waves and smiles to everyone but the soggy goat that took himself FAR too seriously. It was mashed potato to the face, not a spiked fist. Yoongi needed to lighten up. He had people thanking him for the food fight and still intended to find Norah to collect the chocolate she offered in exchange for mash in her hair.

Blaise stacked his plate with pancakes, eggs and bacon then grabbed some pumpkin juice and plopped down next to his cousin. Consider him too tired to continue his apologetic look Professor--but it didn't make him less sorry in case you wanted to add his DEEP psuedo remorse to the owl. "Morning Professor."

Awwyea we are letting the locks run free today buddy. Tenacius pointed at the banner with his bacon "Kennedy." he repeated at Tory nodding. "Muggle President from like the Civil War or some'n. But he saying that about Hogwarts? So maybe he was a Wizard spy!" Oh boy there goes the imagination.

Chomp chomp chomp. "Where's your breakfast?" the curly top asked the afro'd as he looked at the cup. Sniff sniff "That’s what my dad drinks."

Then he overheard Trixie say about painting Hogwarts purple. Tenacius eyes lit up at that, imagining how that might just happen. He raises his bacon in toast. Keep it comin' girl!

Then the elders started coming in, one of them, a very pretty fierce red head (Arista) greeted him. He suddenly thought of Emmy, and there was a dull painful tugging deep down. Homesickness. Trying to chase that feeling away by being more upbeat he greeted her back "Goodmorning! Tenacius." he supplied as he chomped down another sausage.

Oh hey theres THAT guy! (Bentley) And the other guy (Blaise). Both gets a sausage-y bacon-y grin and an enthusiastic thumbs up from this curly top. Yeah their Head of House nearly blew a fuse, but dudes that was super FUN! Tenacius muchos approvos.

Oh was that a Quote altered from some past muggle president. Oooooooh...oh oh THAT ONE! Tory shook his head no and Finished his cup of Coffee. "No not the Civil War the Cold War, andittotallymakessensesince becaaaauuuse isn'tourHeadofHousel The Astronomy Professor. SoooooooThe Professorprobablyidolizestheguywhosentus into Space right!?" Wow that was good Coffee. Tory was bouncing in his place. his Hair bouncing along with him and a smile on his face. "Hey do you want a cup of coffee I want another cup of coffee. I'll put loads of sugar in it for you. You'll like it I like it. Not that fake Sugar though my Grandpa uses that stuff. My Grandpa is from Cananda you know. Course you know you know me Ace I know you because I met you being a plane. That was fun Planes are cool." What were they talking about!?

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.

He wasn't a morning person. At all.

Apart from the mandatory meeting, the only thing that really had him wide awake was the smell coming from the common room. His stomach had protested and grumbled all night long from the lack of warm tummy food goodness the night before. Pausing at the bottom of the staircase, blond hair sticking up in random places, he eyed the large words upon the sign, probably lingering far longer than necessary.

That was... cheerful.

No matter, food was here. AND SO WAS THE PROFESSOR. "Good morning, Professor Flamsteed," he said, raising his hand into the vulcan salute, but it was messy and his words were hurried. He was dyyyying of hunger and quickly made his way to the food table.

And finally Perfect Prefect Paton was going to grace them with his presence. Now nice. Zeke continued to chew the sliver of the pancake stack he'd shoved in his mouth. Could they get this service every morning? It would save him the trouble of avoiding the great hall via kitchen direct detour... those blasted rules made eating a chore.

But nevertheless, it was nice to see somebody missed his body in here, and so he gave Frankie a cheeky brow wiggle. Honestly, how could the others not protest in outrage, hmm? "I thought I'd try something new, but it's not very fitting is it?" Despite the shirt fitting perfectly of course, Zeke knew that deep down Frankie was all sorts of glum at not getting to see him in his finest, so placing his now-empty plate on the floor and substituting one hand with his coffee, Zeke lifted the corner of his shirt as he swayed in his seat, to reveal his lower abdomen and sent his dorm-mate a wink. Did he want more? Of course he did.

More students walked down from the dormitories to the common room and Yoongi nodded a form of greeting to all the students who said a good morning to him. He was slightly distracted by a first year seemingly obsessed with coffee but also looked like he had never even tried it before. A small smile tucked on his lips which broadened when Marsha moved towards him.

“Thank you Marsha” he said, wondering if she had been one of the food throwers as well. He hoped not because he would be really disappointed if she were. He noticed the ‘hug’ signal and he laughed once before opening up his arms and gave the third year a hug.

He drank the last bit of his tea when he saw Blaise walking down the stairs. Kid seemed like he hadn’t gotten any sleep at all and he felt bad….but only a tiny bit. He had noticed that he hadn’t smiled at him and the Head Boy sighed as the troublemaker in sat down. Be the bigger person, be the bigger person “Excuse me” he said to Marsha and got up from his seat. He walked to the other side of the room before he was standing next to the couch Blaise was sitting on. “Blaise” he had chosen to use his first name now as he thought it might sound better than using his last name like he had intended earlier. “Can we talk somewhere in private after this meeting?” he asked and was glad that he sounded normal, almost friendly again. “please”

She hadn't been awake. Not really. Not fully. It had been a half-aware amble down from her dorm and into the common room for the meeting. Once there, however, things changed. Drastically and immediately.

She. Was. Awake.

WIDE awake. Sooooo very awake that it felt as if even her mussed up hair was standing alert on-end. And she was staring. At the food. At the students gobbling it up like blind turkeys. At the now seemingly calm Professor. At the sign.

Did no one else realize?!

Pursing her lips, Amur picked her way through the students, offering several 'excuse me's , 'pardon's', 'so sorry's', 'morning's' and one 'cute pj's and a 'nice abs' to a student who if she took a fraction more time to acknowledge, she might have realized was none other than her best friend, Zeke, and promptly died of embarrassement on the spot. As it was, she made it successfully to her goal without any such realization. Which, involved coming near enough face-to-face with the Head Boy. Erm.

"Hey.....Fancy spell work last night." Cause it was neat seeing the guy deflect the food so easily. And really she didn't have any super hard feelings against him or anything, but she had participated in the fight against him. So, what was she to say? Or should she choose another seat? "And ... uhm...congrats." She made something of a pointing gesture at the badge and then feeling ten degrees of awkward, promptly deposited herself next to Blaise and his heaping plate. Apparently another seat was not an option.

Her eyes went between him and the Head Boy, but she couldn't quite keep them off the food that practically was his plate. Amur leaned over slightly, looking between him and his cousin. The did remember that Flamsteed practically wanted to gut them all the night before, right? And that he was suspiciously at ease with things. What had he done? What was actually IN the food?

Amur drew back from her leaning slightly, keeping her voice low lest the pet rock hear her, and trying to speak to Bentley so as not to upset the conversation between Blaise and the Head Boy. Whether it worked or not was another matter entirely. "Do you really think it's wise to eat food with an ultimatum attached to it?"

And in case either of the cousins were confused, Amur quickly gestured up to the sign. There was of course, the chance that the food might be a peace offering of sorts, but at the moment, Amur didn't trust it.

First night sleep at Hogwarts had been... dreamless. Genny slept like a sack of potatoes, no dreams, no nothing. She had been so tired by the time she went to bed she forgot to sleep under the covers but someone took care of it because she woke up nice and under the covers. Probably the cute house-elves?

Missing her dad already, she went down from the dormitories in her home-smelling clothes to see a gigantic banner and professor Flamsteed nearby. As well as a bunch of students. Was this... a normal morning meeting... or....? Genny hesitated by one of the couches, waiting to see what was going on.

Ugh... he wasn't ecd even awake yet to think, and there was a meeting? Well...that was just lovely and brilliant. Spencer yawning he gotten up and dressed for the day before he went downstairs. He had enough time to go to the Great Hall to get him some hot chocolate before it was time for the meeting, for the first time on forever he was up early and he didn't like it, he wasn't a morning person. He hated mornings and didn't understand how anyone could be this perky this early in the morning, it wasn't normal, unless they were a robot. But none the less, he was waking up little by little, maybe once he seen Hope, Thomas and Arista he'll wake up some more, it was worth a shot. Not wanting to late for the meeting he walked back towards the Gryffindor common room.


Seeing some of his fellow Gryffindors were already there, Spencer seen Thomas and Arista. and smiled at them. "Hey Thomas and Arista."said Spencer sitting in a empty spot that was next to Arista. Spencer looked around for Hope but didn't see her anywhere, he wondered if she was still asleep or where she was. Spencer looked at Professor Flamsteed he nodded at him. "Good morning Professor Flamsteed, I hope you're well this morning."said Spencer. Spencer nodded at the rest of his fellow Gryffindors before taking a drink of his hot chocolate.

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And finally Perfect Prefect Paton was going to grace them with his presence. Now nice. Zeke continued to chew the sliver of the pancake stack he'd shoved in his mouth. Could they get this service every morning? It would save him the trouble of avoiding the great hall via kitchen direct detour... those blasted rules made eating a chore.

But nevertheless, it was nice to see somebody missed his body in here, and so he gave Frankie a cheeky brow wiggle. Honestly, how could the others not protest in outrage, hmm? "I thought I'd try something new, but it's not very fitting is it?" Despite the shirt fitting perfectly of course, Zeke knew that deep down Frankie was all sorts of glum at not getting to see him in his finest, so placing his now-empty plate on the floor and substituting one hand with his coffee, Zeke lifted the corner of his shirt as he swayed in his seat, to reveal his lower abdomen and sent his dorm-mate a wink. Did he want more? Of course he did.

The blond couldn't help but roll his eyes the moment his friend wiggled his eyebrows at him. How typical of him. But the prefect did chuckle at Zeke's comment about trying something new and that not fitting so well. "At least you tried, right?" That was all one could really ask for.

His attention quickly went back to his plate of food. After drawing a forkful of pancake in syrup, Frankie shoved the deliciousness in his mouth and chomped away with glee. From the corner of his eye, he saw Zeke set his empty plate on the floor and then...

COUGH. "What in --" COUGH. "-- Merlin's beard --" COUGH. "-- are you --" COUGH. "-- doing?" COUGH. COUGH. COUGH.

Still choking on the mouthful of pancake, Frankie slapped Zeke's hand so his shirt returned to its proper place. Had they been in the privacy of their dorm, Frankie would've flashed some skin in jest. But he was quite certain Flamsteed would not approve of that during a House meeting. After another cough or two, he finally swallowed his food and gave his mate a jab in the side. "Behave around the first years, bro."

Callum was not a morning person to begin with, but he also had not slept well, and thus he was still rubbing the sleep out of his eyes as he made the trek down the stairs into the main area of the common room. He had enough decency to shower and change into proper attire at least and was already in his uniform for the day, so even though his expression was rather groggy and distant, he was at least sort of faking alertness and responsibility. But one would think the shower would have woken him up a bit, and yet there he was, his gaze foggy and struggling to gain his bearings in this new home for him.

The smell of food helped energize his senses, though, and Callum searched the room for Char to no avail before instinctively moving toward the food wordlessly - until he saw the sign, read it over, and paused. His gaze then drifted to Flamsteed on the sofa, then at Pebbles, then at the other students present. There was one in particular (Amur) who was looking at the food awfully suspiciously, and there were others who were not eating anything at all.

Maybe he was not allowed or supposed to eat, then. He was not sure what was customary in this environment, so since everyone was not eating, he would take the safe route and avoid potential conflict with the man who had exploded on them last night. The boy's gaze fell briefly on their Head of House once more before Callum ultimately moved off toward a wall to stand against it by himself, waiting quietly with his hands in his robe pockets, fidgeting with his lucky rocks and generally avoiding eye contact with the others until Char arrived. Observing. Listening. Calculating. Waiting.