His morning routine stands as thus; wake up then fall straight out of bed, this had been the case ever since he had first started at Alphina Towers and it appeared to be apparent that he wasn’t going to change that any time soon. It wasn’t because he couldn’t be bothered it was more to do with the fact that he was –more than likely, unable to since it had been a part of his morning for the past three years. It would probably be difficult to change that now, since it had became almost like a habit. But to tell you the truth; he was getting a bit bored of it now.

The boy that had fallen out of his bed rubbed his backside and grimaced. His eyes skulked over at the others he shared his dorm with; they all seemed to be still asleep. Glancing at his watch, the scrawny boy with jet black hair squinted when the harsh morning sun decided to reflect off of his watch and cause a great light to shine in his eyes. ”Mmpf.” he muttered, putting his hand down in his lap. It was still kind of early for him but while he was up he decided that he may as well make use of the current morning and get some of his studying done.

Bringing a hand up to his face, the boy rubbed his eyes and promptly stood up to stretch himself out with a small yawn. It escaped his lips softly and he started looking around for some decent clothes. Brilliant green eyes scanned the dorm tower for his clothes, a moment later and they settled on a pair of crumpled up jeans and a shirt that were both laying at the end of his bed. Scrambling over to them, the bed clothes were thrown off and placed on the bed and the fresh [well, sort of] clothes pulled on. Next came his glasses and shoes. Lastly; books.

Oh, and a quill. The quill couldn’t be forgotten otherwise he’d have nothing to write with and it would have been a waste of a trip to the library if he didn’t have a quill. Ah yes; the boy’s destination was the library, he had figured that since it was a Saturday and no-one else was awake yet he may as well get started on his Defence against the Dark Arts assignment that he had been trying to put off for the past three days. It wasn’t late… yet, but it could very well be late if he didn’t at least try to make an attempt at it and soon. Hence his reason for the library.

His feet shuffled along the floor as he gazed at them. Books tucked neatly under his arm; parchment scrunched up in between the pages of a book and the quill tucked messily behind his ear. It wasn’t too long before he reached his final destination, he carried on walking, stopping short of the door before he walked into it completely. Nose almost touching the polished wood surface. The green eyes flickered up wards and a skinny hand flew to the handle, pulling it down with gentle ease and stepping into the library in one swift movement. It smelled musty.

Dust threatened to make him sneeze and a hand flew to his nose, rubbing it vigorously in attempts at trying to not sneeze. It was almost a useless attempt when the teenagers head was thrown forwards by the momentum of a sneeze. The books he held in his hand fell to the floor with a bang and the quill came from behind his ear. The sound of the sneeze echoed rather dingily through the quiet of the library and green eyes opened wide as he looked up sheepishly, swaying slightly even though there was no breeze. He looked at his 'floored' books with a sigh.