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"ₙₒ, ᵢ dₒₙ'ₜ wₐₙₙₐ ₛᵢₜ ₛₜᵢₗₗ ₗₒₒₖ ₚᵣₑₜₜy."
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The alarm clock was not broken.
Alyssa had hoped otherwise, considering it was the only thing loud enough to draw her from her slumber, the thing she had been so desperately chasing into the early hours of the morning.
She groaned as the shrieking and blaring sound penetrated her skull, making her head ring even as her hand slapped the off button.
Her head flopped back onto the goose feather pillow, a satisfied sigh emitted from the girl as she nestled back into her covers.
"Up! Up! Alyssa Celeste Arvoitus, if you do not get up, right now!"
Another groan and eye roll was gifted from Alyssa, before she rolled unceremoniously onto the floor, still cucooned in the emerald comforter.
She stood, swaying on her feet precariously before almost toppling and grasping the silk drapes hung from her canopy bed, futilely attempting to stay upright.
This only made the situation worse, as the curtain-like fabric was pulled to the ground with her, leaving Alyssa in a heap.
A hand was extended to her from above and she smiled victoriously as she took it and allowed herself to be heaved upright.
"Only took two minutes. New record."
Pansy Parkinson, the girl across from the Arvoitus heir shook her head amusedly, letting a small fond smile creep onto her features, making her eyes crinkle and lips widen.
"Did you time it?"
An affirmative hum drifted through the air, a frustrated and impatient grumble sourced from Pansy a second later.
"You seriously had time to press the button on your strange muggle device, but not to wake up promptly?"
"It's a watch. And yes, yes I did. But, you should be proud, because on the positive side, I managed to stand on my own two feet in a shorter period of time than ever before!"
"Don't flatter yourself, Alyssa, just," the next two words were each empathised with a light hit from a pillow, "get- up!"
And so, Alyssa was forced to march about her room, collecting a scrap of clothing here and there before dragging a brush viscously through her knotted chestnut locks, tugging particularly violently at a severe pug that had arisen through her moving overnight.
And with a huff and a pulling on of her uniform, she was ready for the day at Hogwarts.
More specifically, she was ready for breakfast.
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Bacon was stuffed into her mouth as she chewed happily, accidentally grimacing as she tried to direct a smile to the approaching boy with food still present in her mouth.
