LIONHEART ❃ george weasley

002 | whispers and charms

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MORNINGS WERE NOT EASY FOR ALBANY. The girl was anything but a morning person, and the lack of light in the underground Slytherin dormitories did not help the matter. She could never fully wake up until a heavy coffee was running through her system, and even then the effort of removing herself from the warmth and comfort of her bed often made her late. The start of the school year was the most difficult, as she was still adapting to the schedule.

"Al, if you don't get up, I'm gonna put the dungbomb under there with you."

Albany made a face, though the blankets, duvet and quilt she had buried herself beneath hid her expression from Faith.

"Five more minutes," she begged, voice muffled by her bedding. She cried out as the covers were savagely ripped off of her, exposing her to the cold air of the dorm room. She curled into herself further, shooting Faith a glare. "You are a cruel, horrible person and I hate you."

"Yeah, yeah, sure you do," Faith said with a grin. She threw a pillow at the brunette, only to have it fired back at her, which she promptly dodged. "Get up, Al, everyone else has already gone for breakfast."

"I'm actually staying in bed all year," Albany informed her.

Faith raised an eyebrow. "Abandoning that Auror dream already?"

The girl's head popped up, eyes narrowed. "M'not!" she argued indignantly. "I could totally do that from bed."

"Yeah, and I could totally have this dungbomb join you, he's a great guy, really-"

"Fine," Albany whined, and took the utmost effort to roll herself off the side of the bed. She hit the stone floor with a thud, slightly regretting her decision to be so dramatic as she felt the bruises coming on. "I'm up," she grumbled, pushing herself to her feet.

"That's the spirit," Faith encouraged her cheerfully, throwing a pile of clean clothes at the girl. "I picked up your uniform for you this morning, freshly washed, courtesy of the house elves. I think they were a little confused to be doing washing this early in the year, but bless them, they didn't complain, even though I nearly threw up twice bringing it down to them."

Albany grimaced. Courtesy of the Weasley twins, everything and anything that had been in her trunk had been infused with the most vile stink. She was sure that somewhere in the wild dreams she'd had last night, there was plans for revenge against the two, and she fully intended on carrying them out at some point. Just the thought of all her clothes smelling the way they had last night made her fists clench.

"Thanks, Faith," she murmured appreciatively, and left to the bathroom to get changed and dose herself in a generous amount of perfume for good measure.

Once dressed and done with her brief morning routine, the two left through the common room to make their way upstairs. The Slytherin common room, like the rest of the dungeons, was a little bit dark and damp, but Albany didn't mind, as it was kinder on her eyes, which were a little sensitive in the mornings. However, unlike the rest of the dungeons, the common room had the pleasure of looking out into the lake through a huge window. It lit the large room with an eerie green glow as daylight shone down through the murky waters, and Albany distinctly remembered seeing the elusive Giant Squid swimming past as a first year. Whether it had really been the squid or not, she wasn't sure, but she liked to think it had been.