from bad to worse [open]

[dorcas]

The day was quickly turning from bad to worse. To start with, it was a week day, meaning automatically the odds were against it because it meant a day of work and classes. Bad however turned to worse Dorcas was awoken early by her fellow seventh years. “Bloody hell it’s its bright.” She muttered, shutting her eyes quickly to shield them from the bright sun light. So this is what it looks like before nine in the morning she thought to herself. With that in mind, Dorcas shoved a pillow over her head so she could fall back asleep. Much to her sorrow, sleep would not come, so after a while Dorcas crawled out of bed and slowly took her time getting ready.

By the time she was finished, her friends were long gone having already headed down to breakfast ages ago without her. With no other option, Dorcas decided to follow suit and grab a quick bite before classes began. After grabbing her bag full of books for the day and getting dressed, Dorcas left the Gryffindor common room and practically sleepwalked her way through the corridors. Somehow, Dorcas managed to make her way down to the great hall without falling asleep on the way or getting lost.

Reluctantly and rather grumpily, Dorcas plopped unceremoniously down at the far side of the Gryffindor table right amongst some timid first years, preferring them in favor of her traitorous friends. For a moment, they gazed at the 7th year with wonder. “What are you looking at?” Dorcas asked with a glare, causing them to avert their gaze. After telling herself to just ignore them, she happily grabbed a couple of slices of toast to munch on. But then disaster struck again! The last of the pumpkin juice was gone and all that was left was disgusting coffee. The horror and what nerve these puny first years had to finish it all off. With even more reluctance then she had upon sitting down, Dorcas choked down the bitter drink, resigning herself to an awful day.

ATTIRE

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[bowie]

speak up dear
for i cannot hear you.

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Draco moved along the halls of the dungeon like he normally would. He had felt fine when he woke up and went along his normal routine. Shower, grabbed his books, and sneered at some first years. In his process, he had grabbed a drink that Crabbe had left for him. He was only thankful that it had a cap on it, he didn't want to catch anything that he possibly had. Adjusting his bookbag on his shoulder, Draco finally made it into the main corridor.

And now, well, he wasn't feeling so good. Actually, he was feeling kind of lightheaded. He stopped for a moment and caught his breath. Looking around, he straightened himself and started to make his way into the great hall. But his lightheadedness hadn't gone away. Looking down the Gryffindor table, he spotted a girl with redish-brown hair. He felt himself stop in his tracks. And before he could get his head straight, began making his way towards her.

Draco didn't know what was drawing him to her, all he knew was that he just had to talk to her. And inside, he was becoming disgusted with himself for even thinking like this about a Gryffindor, but he couldn't stop. His feet wouldn't move and all he could think about was her. Her face. And... her name. He had to know her name. Stopping behind her, he tapped her shoulder. "Hi." he got out before he choked. He was talking to her now. Oh Merlin.

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