We're in this Together. ✷ Fred Weasley✷

Ch.10 Not a Morning Person, and a Literal Ball of Sunshine

I woke up the following morning with a bright light hitting my face. I open my eyes only to clench them shut again, sitting up and fumbling blindly to find the curtains, when I finally feel them in my fingertips I pull them harshly, and open my eyes slowly, blinking in an attempt to get rid of the spots clouding my vision.

From across the room, I hear one of the girls laugh, "that suns a killer isn't it?" I recognize the voice as Allison, "It happened to me too."

Sitting up I run a hand through my hair softly, nodding with a slight frown on my face. When another face blocks my view from the rest of the dormitory.

"Good morning Peaches!!" Coo's Riley, smiling brightly.

"Morning Riley..."I mumble softly stumbling out of bed.

"Not a morning person?" Hope laughs from her own burrow. I shake my head and walk into the bathroom, closing the door, and locking it behind me.

Turning to face the mirror, I glance at my reflection, my blonde hair loose around my face, slightly tangled and knotted, some of my ends sticking out at weird angles. I sigh knowing it's going to be difficult to tame and continue with my business. Once I'm done, I wash and dry my hands, and make my way back into the dorm, towards my trunk.

Opening the lid, I begin to pull out my clothes for the day, a black skirt, long sleeve turtle neck, a two-tone grey sweater vest, with sheer tights, and my loafers. I also pull out my hair supplies and walk back into the bathroom.

I set my clothes down on the sink, and start the shower, as the water warms I can't help but think about how I should be receiving a letter from my aunt or uncle today, questioning where I was sorted. I allow my thoughts to wander to what my father and mother's reactions would be, my father I'm sure wouldn't be surprised, but my mother I don't know, would she roll her eyes and joke to my father that I always was a daddy's girl, that she shouldn't be surprised she was wrong, could I have expected a letter from my Uncle Sirius, calling me a little puff, and teasing me that even though he was a Gryffindor, and it's "the best house" Hufflepuff was a close second.

I smile at the thought as I hope in the shower, washing my body and letting my hair just damp enough it would straighten my ends back out. When I was done in the shower I turn the water off and wrap my towel around me.

Once I'm dry I pull my clothes on and begin styling my hair, gently drying it with my towel, and then brushing it, pulling the top half of my hair back into a ponytail and tying it off with a black satin hair tie.

Once I was satisfied with my appearance I exit the bathroom, walked back to my bed hang my towels on the hooks by my bed to dry, and fold my pajamas and place them on my bed.

I look at my locket and ring sitting on the little shelf at the head of my bead, I pull them off and put them on. Feeling complete.

Before finally joining my roommates in the same spot we all met in last night. Sitting down softly, I smile and offer a small "Good morning everyone."

I received several good mornings back, Rileys being the most cheerful.

"Good morning Peaches! Isn't it a beautiful day?"

I nod softly, "yes Riley...So far I it is a beautiful day...very...bright." I respond softly, trying not to hurt the girl's feelings for not holding the same fondness for mornings, my quiet response did nothing to deter the girl, as she carried on, speaking of all the things that had somehow already happened and we're excited about.

"Okay Riley, let's let her have a moment," said hope laughing, "not all of us are morning people..."

Riley stops for a moment, taking in the faces of the still sleepy girls around her., nodding firmly, before standing abruptly.