[1] 𝐇𝐎𝐍𝐄𝐘𝐄𝐃 𝐋𝐈𝐏𝐒 ― h.potter

003.

「003. the girm [an oversized puppy] 」

MORNING CLASSES had a vendetta against honey jordan. similarly, honey jordan had a vendetta against mornings in general.

there was something so deceptively unlikable about them. they were pretty, usually. early mornings had the crisp and fresh feeling towards them as you looked to the sky and saw birds chirping and whatnot followed by the dewy grass around hogwarts. for hufflepuffs, small little windows at the top of their dorms would filter in light, dust particles falling so as to look like magical little fairies or something like that. in that sense, mornings were beautiful. but that's what they were deceptive little bastards.

objectively they should be all the things above, but nobody really takes into account how unfairly painful it is to wake up and have to be bothered to get dressed. because with the pretty little filter of light was the shattering of sleep and the dreaded part of waking up, which wasn't usually that bad- but with only a few laughable hours of sleep, honey was feeling the pain.

and the cold and fresh feeling? try the unbearable antarctic climate and her nose being too cold. it was terrible, disgusting, and a war-crime in the making.

on finally, on top of all of that, honey had to be bothered to drag herself away from the safe haven of her gorgeous bed, all the way to the bathroom to brush her teeth and get her school uniform on and the claw her way to breakfast (which she was usually lucky to even catch the tail-end of)? totally uncalled for.

this unfortunate morning was not very different for honey. after nearly falling asleep whilst brushing her teeth, she had sluggishly put her uniform on, her tie mostly neat and her braids left loose (she was simply not bothered this morning), and after slapping her cheeks and under eyes with a bit of muggle make-up product called concealer (she loved her muggle auntie dearly for that), she was ready. with one final look at her dorm, patting herself down to remember her bag (which she'd only forgotten once. but then again- it was a bit embarrassing and she didn't want that to happen again), she set off to try snatch anything remaining at the breakfast table.

it was safe to say that two slices of toast (with messily spread butter and jam) had never been consumed quicker by anybody else.

she dashed into her defence against the dark arts lesson, finding the students all sat down with books and quills and parchment and everything you might assume you need for a lesson... but no teacher. she rushed in the direction of a waving hannah abbot and sighed in relief as she slumped in her chair.

"you," she said pointedly to the freckled brunette beside her, "are an utter lifesaver."

"thank you," hannah replied sweetly (as she always did), "you're my friend, of course i'd save you a seat!"

"we're friends?" honey asked, a puzzled expression on her face.

honey laughed a little, not in a are you joking because it's not funny kind of way- but more in a you're so silly! sort of way, "of course we are, honey. i know you're not oblivious to friends, you've had them before."

"it's a rarity these days," she muttered, about to start cursing the stupidly excited redhead (although as honey had been rushing here, she too had been rather excited) at the front of the classroom when footsteps got closer and chatter died down quickly.

"good morning," professor lupin said brightly, "i know it's terribly early this morning-"

there were a few sound grumbles of agreement with him.