Post by Deleted on Oct 24, 2013 21:21:41 GMT -8
7:15am, the alarm clock went off.
The little metallic hammer rang between the silver bells eagerly, a whole hour before any other clock in the room would play it's song. Peter Pettigrew rolled over in his bed, and muffled the clock with little fuss. Before he could fall back asleep, the young boy had tossed his blankets back and swung his feet out off the side of the bed to cool them on the stone floor. it took only a moment to stretch and rewind the clock, and then Peter was on his feet and off to a good start. Gathering up the clothes and shower supplies he had laid out on his desk the night before, Peter was out of the room quickly before he could rouse the roommates.
7:30am, the shower turned on.
Being an early bird had it's perks, Peter had learned some years back, including, but not limited to, pick of the showers. When he had entered the Gryffindor boys' showers a moment ago, there had been only three showers in use, leaving a whole slew of showers open for the taking. That meant not having to stomach through a shower stall full of someone's hair. That meant not having to settle for the broken shower that was either too hot or too cold. It also meant one could take their time because they were in no rush to empty out for the next person. Peter took his time washing himself down, letting his mind wander to the day's scheduled and important details he needed to keep at the tip of his mind. Only one class before Lunch, charms, and they were reviewing for a test. Did he know what the test was about? No. He would need to ask someone before class and jog his memory.
7:45am, the shower turned off.
Peter pulled his fluffy grey towel off the dividing wall and wrapped it around his waist a couple of times. he passed others on their way in as he went to the large mirror over the sinks to get gussied up. He produced a white toothbrush from his toiletry bag and scrubbed his teeth up methodically as he finished up his time map in his head: After lunch, DADA, thankfully with his friends. It was a practical class, so he would have to make sure he had his counter jinxes at the ready- James was a fast caster! After that, a no worries Transfiguration class, and he was in the clear for the night! Easy, he smiled at himself in the mirror, mouth full of bubbles. His grooming took sometime, like it did every morning. he messed his hair up with a separate towel, and gave himself some ogling as he admired the spiky shape it took. The mess made him look like a badass, he thought, and he played around with it some more as he tried to muster up the courage to wear it out like that today. Then, just like everyday before, he pulled out his comb, and parted it flat against his head. After this came the preening. This was a step where the boy leaned in over the counter and spent minutes inspecting his chin for facial hair. he barely had any coming through, and more often than not he spent this time pushing at zits.
It was here, at this point of Peter's morning, where one of his classmates came up to him and slapped him on the bare back, nearly knocking him forward into the mirror. "Did you hear Petey? Charms got canceled! Isn't that awesome?"
Peter stood in front of the mirror as the boy left, soaking it all in. "Well.... piss......"
8:00am, and Peter now officially had nothing to do.
The little metallic hammer rang between the silver bells eagerly, a whole hour before any other clock in the room would play it's song. Peter Pettigrew rolled over in his bed, and muffled the clock with little fuss. Before he could fall back asleep, the young boy had tossed his blankets back and swung his feet out off the side of the bed to cool them on the stone floor. it took only a moment to stretch and rewind the clock, and then Peter was on his feet and off to a good start. Gathering up the clothes and shower supplies he had laid out on his desk the night before, Peter was out of the room quickly before he could rouse the roommates.
7:30am, the shower turned on.
Being an early bird had it's perks, Peter had learned some years back, including, but not limited to, pick of the showers. When he had entered the Gryffindor boys' showers a moment ago, there had been only three showers in use, leaving a whole slew of showers open for the taking. That meant not having to stomach through a shower stall full of someone's hair. That meant not having to settle for the broken shower that was either too hot or too cold. It also meant one could take their time because they were in no rush to empty out for the next person. Peter took his time washing himself down, letting his mind wander to the day's scheduled and important details he needed to keep at the tip of his mind. Only one class before Lunch, charms, and they were reviewing for a test. Did he know what the test was about? No. He would need to ask someone before class and jog his memory.
7:45am, the shower turned off.
Peter pulled his fluffy grey towel off the dividing wall and wrapped it around his waist a couple of times. he passed others on their way in as he went to the large mirror over the sinks to get gussied up. He produced a white toothbrush from his toiletry bag and scrubbed his teeth up methodically as he finished up his time map in his head: After lunch, DADA, thankfully with his friends. It was a practical class, so he would have to make sure he had his counter jinxes at the ready- James was a fast caster! After that, a no worries Transfiguration class, and he was in the clear for the night! Easy, he smiled at himself in the mirror, mouth full of bubbles. His grooming took sometime, like it did every morning. he messed his hair up with a separate towel, and gave himself some ogling as he admired the spiky shape it took. The mess made him look like a badass, he thought, and he played around with it some more as he tried to muster up the courage to wear it out like that today. Then, just like everyday before, he pulled out his comb, and parted it flat against his head. After this came the preening. This was a step where the boy leaned in over the counter and spent minutes inspecting his chin for facial hair. he barely had any coming through, and more often than not he spent this time pushing at zits.
It was here, at this point of Peter's morning, where one of his classmates came up to him and slapped him on the bare back, nearly knocking him forward into the mirror. "Did you hear Petey? Charms got canceled! Isn't that awesome?"
Peter stood in front of the mirror as the boy left, soaking it all in. "Well.... piss......"
8:00am, and Peter now officially had nothing to do.
