I'm late! I'm late! For a very important date!

[Alice Munroe]

"Ugh....AHH!" Alice Munroe shrieked as she rolled off her bed in the 6th year Ravenclaw dorm. Lost in a tangle of limbs and blanket, it took her a few moments until she was finally upright. Her left hand went straight to rub her sleepy eyes while her right went to shut off the alarming alarm clock which had started this mess. When she was finally able to open her eyes again, she almost wished she hadn't. The small bedside clock read 9:15, meaning she was officially 15 minutes late for charms class. Her eyes went wide as she ran around the room, scrambling to find her uniform, bag and books. She was so consumed by her mad race to get to class, she didn't even noticed the few students still sitting around the common room as she darted through.

As she ran down one of the many moving staircases, her bag full of textbooks started to slip off her shoulder. While taking two steps at a time, she quickly tried to shift the bag back into place but instead ended up dropping the bag and getting stuck in the trick-step. While she sat flat on her bum, her bag had flown and landed on a seperate staircase passing by. For a breif minute she thought about possibly just skipping charms, she was already late anyway. But the Ravenclaw part of her brain took over and 20 minutes later she was out of the trick-step, had her bag, and was on her way to the now half-over charms class.

When she finally made it to the classroom, she had to stop and raise an eyebrow at the fact that she heard no noise coming from inside. Looking down at her watch, she practically dropped her jaw to the floor. Apparently she had set her clock a tad bit fast. Even after her eventful walk there, she was still 20 minutes early. Bending her neck back and sighing, she decided she might as well stay. With her luck, by the time she got back to the common room, she really would be late.

Sinking down the wall, she sat with her legs crouched up against her chest. "Good going Alice, now you've got 20 minutes to kill and nothing to do." She spoke to herself.

[Arden Patricks]

Ignoring the half-amused, half-exasperated head-shaking of my closest Hufflepuff friend when he finds me asleep in the common room yet again, I quickly gather my books, head briefly to the dorm to get the rest of my things and tidy myself a bit, and cover a yawn as I head out into the school hoping to get in some extra practice in the Charms room before anyone else gets there. For some reason it's easier to think and study when I'm in a classroom. Especially alone.
So I stop dead still in the doorway with half-outraged surprise when I notice someone already there, ruining my opportunity when there's no chance of more sleep.
I scowl at my classmate, too tired to take the time to recognize her as I slam my books on a table in the back. "What are you doing here?" I ask rudely.

[Alice Munroe]

Alice's head hand fallen on top of her knees, as she lightly dozed off. She was about to fall off the edge of the cliff in her dream, and right as dream-Alice was about to jump she pulled her head back off her knees, her eyes wide open and her head hitting the wall. "Ohh." She moaned, rubbing the back of her head.

Now that she was wide awake, and had a nice sized bruise in the back of her head she looked around the room and saw someone around her age walk into the room and drop their things on table towards the back. Standing up and picking up her bag, she spoke "Well last time I checked, this was a classroom, and therefore was public." She tried to sound as big and not quite intimidated, but strong at the same time as she could, but it sort of lost the effect when she muffled it with a yawn.

As kind as Alice was, she still didn't like to be walked all over. Therefore at times, she could be as sarcastic and almost-but-not-quite-hurtful as she wanted.

Walked over to a desk a few spaces infront of the girl, she dropped her bag and sat down in the seat instead of on the floor.

[Arden Patricks]

Taken aback by the way she just spoke to me, and smothering another yawn triggered by hers, it takes me a minute to register that A, I was rude first, and B, she spoke the truth.
"Oh... right," I say, standing still and with a blank expression for a moment before shaking my head and returning to the present. "I'm... sorry. Woke up on the wrong section of carpet this morning and neglected to eat breakfast. I didn't mean to be rude... just that nobody's normally in here."
I cover yet another yawn as I finish speaking, pulling out my chair and sitting in it heavily.

[Alice Munroe]

Alice raised an eyebrow at the girl's responce. She was used to people trying to walk over her, but she could usually hold herself in those types of situations... never had someone responded like that before. "Er... okay." She said, turning around in her chair to face her since she was sitting behind her.

Alice's eyes wandered around the room randomly, looking for anything to spark a conversation. At this point there was probably around 15 minutes before class began, and it would be incredibly awkward to just sit here in the charms classroom until then. She crossed her arms over the back of chair and rested her head in them, but realizing this would probably just put her to sleep again, she lifted her head but left her arms in palce.

"So, uhm... what's your name?" She asked lamely. This girl would probably think she's some random Ravenclaw stalker. Way to go.

[Arden Patricks]

I smile vaguely at the girl and turn to open my book, then notice that she's turned around to face me and quickly stop, not wanting to appear any more rude. I stifle another yawn as I wait for her to speak, wishing I had taken the time to at least douse my face with freezing water so I'm not completely out of it during the lesson.
"Arden Patricks," I respond when she asks for my name. "Hufflepuff and sixth year. Well... obviously if I'm in here right now. Um... occasional rambler and lover of sleep." I laugh slightly. "Who might you be?"

[Alice Munroe]

"Alice Munroe," She smiled, then followed suit by adding "6th year Ravenclaw, occasional wrong setter of alarm clocks, and lover of sleeping in." with a laugh. She was starting to like this girl, despite the rough entrance, she was nice.

Her curiousity taking the better of her, she asked "So, why are you so early?" Alice was a very curious girl, sometimes overly. She felt it was sort of her duty to ask questions, and take it upon herself to make sure that if anything was wrong to help fix it. At times, this could be helpful, but at others... it could just be plain annoying. "I myself set my alarm clock wrong, and ended up here 20 minutes early instead of 40 minutes late."

[Arden Patricks]

I nod along to the introduction, trying to store her name in my mind where it won't fall out, and smile when she imitates me.
"Well, that was a lucky mistake," I say while covering a yawn, then smile tiredly and sit back a bit. "I myself... I don't know if you've noticed, and probably not, but I haven't really been here for a couple of weeks. Memory charm," I explain, tapping the side of my head. "And I've managed to catch up enough, level-wise, that Flitwick's letting me come back in the classroom, but there's still a lot of extra work to do, and it's easier to concentrate if I'm in the actual classroom."
I smile at her, letting out a deep breath after I finish, and interlacing my fingers as I rest them on my books. It doesn't bother me anymore to talk about it, and inside I do a victory dance at this realization, even as I wonder just how much of that was necessary to answer her question.

[Alice Munroe]

Alice listened intently to her story, her eyes wide as if soaking up the words like a sponge. Like always, she felt that by being told she was included in the problem and she'd just feel guilty if she didn't try and help. "Well, if you need it do you want to practice?" She said, standing up and looking at her watch. "We've still got some time before class starts." She knew somewhere in the back of her mind that she was probably just being overly-helpful, and really wouldn't be helping at all. But she still thought she had the responsibility to help... as long as blood wasn't involved. In her mind, blood belonged inside the body- not out.

[Arden Patricks]

"Oh... oh no, that won't be necessary," I say quickly, shaking my head. "I'm too tired to concentrate anyway... be lucky if I can keep my mind on the lesson." I smile at her tiredly again. "It's nice of you to offer though... and I should get more sleep."
I close my eyes and iron my face, praying that Chance will take pity on my and maybe sneak me some coffee or something. He was usually pretty thoughtful like that.