SuperPotterLock - The Order of the Phoenix

Professor Umbridge

Dean was the first to wake the next morning, when he rolled over and his scars tugged harshly. He sat up, rubbing the sleep from his eyes, and pulled open his curtains. The first thing he noticed was that John's curtains were outside open, and that at some point in the night, Sherlock had made his way to their dormitory. Dean attempted to get dressed, but his scars were now so tight he couldn't lift his arms enough to take off his pajamas. He sighed. It was definitely time to go to the hospital wing, so he threw his cloak around himself and hoped that no one would notice he wasn't dressed at breakfast. He wanted to eat before he went. He stood awkwardly, just as Seamus was beginning to stir. 

'Go to the hospital wing,' John mumbled in his sleep as Dean passed. 

'I'm going, jeez,' Dean sniggered. He laughed again at a notice the Weasley twins had put up looking for testers for their merchandise, and carefully made his way down the marble staircase. He knew without looking that Cas wasn't there. He was rarely at breakfast, even when he was feeling okay. 

Dean was barely in his seat before Sam was throwing himself down in the next seat. 

'Are you okay?' Sam asked. 'It was full moon last night.' 

'Yep. Totally fine.' 

Sam looked down at his legs. 'You're... still in your pjs.' 

Dean rolled his eyes. 'Fine, so they're a little tight, no big deal.' 

'That's your own fault for not taking the potion Cas gave you.'

'Whatever, Sam,' Dean grumbled. 

Professor McGonagall came around with their timetables, which Dean didn't look at, then Harry and Ron came in with Hermione arguing with the twins. 

'You're starting your fifth year, you'll be begging us for a Snackbox before long,' Fred was saying. 'You've got your exams coming up and they'll be keeping your noses so hard to that grindstone they'll be rubbed raw. 

'Yeah, fifth year sucks,' Dean agreed. 

'That why you're doing it again?' Sam teased. 

'That implies that I actually did it the first time, which I did not.' 

Then Sherlock and John arrived, neither of them looking particularly well-rested. Hermione handed them their timetables but neither of them said a word. 

Dean finished his breakfast and stood. 'Right, I gotta go, I'm tired of looking at all your ugly faces.' 

'Gonna go look at a prettier face?' Sam smirked. 

'Yep. Madam Pomfrey's up there waiting for me.' 

'Aren't you coming to History of Magic?' Hermione asked.