Carlita was a grumpy person by nature. Most people knew her as an ice queen, or as The Bitch, and knew that they had to be careful around her. People tested her often, during the afternoon, but no one ever tested her in the morning. Everyone in Hogwarts knew that Carlita Zabini was not to be bothered in the morning, or else you would end up like poor Roger Matthews, who didn’t leave the Hospital Wing for a month.
The main reason for Carlita’s extreme grumpiness was because the Great Hall had shitty coffee. During the summer, she was an incredibly amazing person, but when she was at school, she was a total bitch.
That particular day was an especially shitty one, and she could barely process who had spoken to her as she stumbled out of the door leading to the Ravenclaw Common Room. She blinked a few times before seeing Gwenog, her roommate, and second favourite person in the world. After herself, of course.
“Mmm your voice is so hot in the morning.” She muttered sleepily, used to constantly flirting with her equally gay roommate. Her eyes closed for a second too long, before she snapped them open. “Oh fuck, we have double potions today.” She grumbled, running a hand through her hair. “Let’s get some fucking coffee.” She said, attempting to smile
Despite how much Gwenog did not want to be awake, she couldn’t help but smile. “Careful, Zabini,” she offered, grabbing her hand to tuck it in her arm. “You’re going to give a girl ideas, and we’ve got places to be today.” She wrestled down a yawn and pushed the hair out of her face as they made their way through the corridor. “Whoever thought double potions first thing was a good idea clearly isn’t thinking about student success. I bet it was Dumbledore, the bastard.”
On normal occasions, Gwenog would hardly be considered grump but in this instance it seemed deserved. She’d reserve any grumpiness for Slughurn’s class, however, and try to enjoy the coffee venture with Carlita. “I have barely seen you since the masquerade,” she said, nudging her. “You didn’t get up to too much fun without me, did you?”
The closer the pair came to the kitchens, the more Gwenog longed for coffee and to not go to potions. Reaching out to tickle the pear, she considered just how much she didn’t want to spend the next two hours in fumes and staring at Slughorn.
Holding the portrait open for her friend, Gwenog bit her lip thoughtfully. “What do you think, Zabini? If I were to fall uncontrollably ill right now, wouldn’t you have to take care of me? It would only be the right thing to do. It would just be a shame if neither of us could get to potions today.”