A surprisingly cold draft whispered it's way through my covers and attacked my bare skin viciously. I frowned to myself and pulled my covers tighter over my shoulders, trying to trap in more heat. I heard a soft but disgruntled meow as I shifted under my covers.
“Oh quit whining, Jersey. Let me readjust and then you can get comfy again,” I muttered quietly. Just because my cat was cranky didn't mean I should wake up the rest of the girls. Not a great way to make friends. Or at least make myself likeable.
I shifted in bed again and noticed through my eyelids that a light was on. I opened my eyes partially to see who in their right mind would be awake at whatever hour it was. As I continued to shift Jersey continued to protest.
“Word of advice; if you'd like to keep his claws out of your face I'd stop moving so much, if I were you,” a voice from the bed next to me said. I opened my eyes fully and squinted into the dull light to see Hermione sitting up with a book lying open in her lap.
“Thanks,” I grumbled unappreciative.
“You're not much of a morning person, are you?” she asked.
“No, not really. I thoroughly enjoy getting my eight plus hours. I'm guessing you are?” I said, my head hitting my pillow again. I was too tired at that point to really care for a response, but tried my best to feign interest.
“Oh, not necessarily. I guess I was just too excited to sleep. I mean with our first day just hours away, how could any one possibly sleep? I've heard so many different things about the classes and I'm so excited. I would say I couldn't put into words how excited I was but I just did,” Hermione said in a rush, finishing a bit breathlessly. She turned back towards me, I guess expecting me to respond with my own excitement. I don’t really know what she did after that, because I had laid my head back on the pillow and was out before she had stopped talking.
The next time I woke up was to an alarm screaming in my ear. I took off the pillow that had somehow ended up on top of my head and rolled over.
“You'd think as wizards they'd have some fancy and sophisticated way of waking us up. No, we get annoying analogue alarm clocks,” a voice to my left said. I rolled away from where Hermione's bed was and looked at who the voice belonged to. I hadn't really payed attention last night as to who took beds where.
“Sorry, did I wake you?” she spoke again. As I became more awake I noticed she had vanilla blonde hair that framed her face softly and ended right where her hips curved away from her waist. Her voice seemed to have the consistency of smoke; it was soft and light but could be powerful and damaging if need be. I suddenly remembered her from the sorting. Jennifer, her name was.
“No,” I grumbled, rubbing some eye crusties from my eyes. “It was the loud, obnoxious, mortal alarm clock.”
“Muggle.”
“What?” I paused while crawling out of bed. I wasn't awake enough to function properly.
“It's a muggle contraption. Not mortal. Your thinking is a little too Hercules. We need to get you to start thinking 'witch',” she said with a small laugh. “Would you care to go get breakfast with me?”
“Uhm, sure. Let me get dressed,” I said still half asleep.
“Well of course. As darling as your...er...cupcake footie pajamas are,” she said with a stifled laugh. I looked down at myself, suddenly feeling embarrassed about my choice of pajamas. “I don't think they exactly fit the dress code.”
“Don't remind me of the dress code,” I groaned. “I mean I'm okay with wearing skirts and looking girly, but not with every other girl in this school every day. It's hard enough looking exactly like another student even without the same clothes.”
