His mornings never start with a rush anymore, and he sort of misses it. With classes still being rare and extremely sporadic, even he, a person not all that interested in the academics, has cause to complain. Simply put, he’s given too much freedom. He sleeps late and only sometimes finishes his homework, and he’s eating irregularly and ignoring the assigned diet in favour of food he can find in the Dining Hall. At least there’s one thing that’s constant. Food. It’s as good as it was back in the good old days. But he either arrives first or he arrives last. His sleeping schedule leaves no place for middle ground. Either way, he never walks out of the Hall hungry. He snags food where he can from the mates he knows won’t mind his liberty, and retreats to sit with whomever he chooses because to hell with strict House-seating schedules, they need to stick together.
It’s Violet who lends him pumpkin juice that morning, in excessive quantity and with a flicker of something he can’t quite detect in her eyes. But he’s starved, so he doesn’t press the matter. Instead, he goes off to find Crystal - the only person, out of all his friends, who’s still sitting in the Hall even after the main meal is done. Maybe it’s the fact that she’s sitting alone and he feels like she really shouldn’t be, or maybe he feels a tad safer flanking someone he knows well rather than the people who he’s in the same House with, but has never pursued contact with at all. They might as well be strangers. Crystal is a safe haven. Wordlessly, he slides to sit down opposite of her, and manages a smile of greeting. "Hey, Crys." He mumbles, eagerly sticking a handful of french toast he’s managed to grab inside his mouth goofily. He’s never been very good with conversation starters, which is another reason why Crystal outweighs sitting with his Housemates. She doesn’t need a lot of words. She just knows. And even if it seems like it’s too late to start remembering manners right then, with a face full of food, he still swallows and flashes her an apologetic smile before nudging the half-full cauldron Violet has given him towards her. "Pumpkin juice? There’s still lots left." He feels the need to give back to her for having to put up with him, and thinks that pumpkin juice might be a good place to start. While the liquid may not be the universal sign of friendship, it still feels good on his lips when he downs his own glass.
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