Bryony woke slowly, the sun shining in her eyes brilliantly – this was the downside to occupying the bed next to the window. She crawled from beneath her blue comforter and dragged tired fingers through her tangled blonde mane. Bryony hated mornings with an intense passion. Stretching, she stripped from her striped pajamas and into her robes for the day – time for the day, no matter how tired she was. Before she went though, she made her bed and straightened her neighbor’s crooked chest that lay at the end of her divan. She didn’t pay attention to her surroundings, but instead concentrated on the amount of steps she took. One, two, three, four, five...

Bryony has been feeling lonely lately, her friends too involved with their work to give her the time of day and her parents had not gotten into the habit of sending her letters quite yet. The past five years had been awkward in her house, but now that they finally reunited. She finally arrived at the Ravenclaw table in the Great Hall, but had ended on an uneven number and had to take a step further from the area she wished to sit. Sitting down, she scooted closer to the door than to the teachers’ table. She found that their scholarly aura tended to rub off and she wanted to slack off for a while before she tried to work. The blonde grasped a slice of toast and a knife of butter, smearing it onto the browned bread, whilst saying a prayer to her higher power above for non-poisonous food and deliciously good dessert.