every morning when I wake up

[waterwand]

Name(s): Demyx, Maka, ANY OTHER HUFFLEPUFFS
Location: Hufflepuff Common Room
Week: 45
Time: Monday, before class
Rating: Pg

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[agentsuave]

Surprisingly for Demyx, he wasn't the only early bird ready to catch the worm today. While it seems Al-Cid is making a sour reputation for himself as a grade A fop, this dandy fellow decided not to linger within his bed for too long. After discussing the 'moving stairs' yesterday, Al-Cid decided it would be best to wake up a little early before class. As much as he honestly detests waking up at the crack of dawn, Al-Cid rather not be late for his morning class if he avoid it.

Silently wishing for a cup of coffee, a very regal but very sleepy Margrace made his sluggish march to towards the common room. He almost didn't notice the other student until he realized that the couch has been taken by that louse. "There goes the extra few minutes of sleep." Al-Cid drawled out before a yawn got the better of him.

[waterwand]

Demyx looked up from his book upon hearing the unfamiliar voice. They may have been room mates, but the two had hardly gotten the chance to talk as of yet. A lazy smile slid into place as he gave a short wave without moving his hand much. "You didn't strike me as the kind to get up early, Al," he spoke in the direction of the other Hufflepuff.

[agentsuave]

"Never judge a book by its cover, Demyx." Al-Cid quickly replied as he opted to sit at a nearby chair. Smirking faintly at the cheerful blond, he decided to take this moment of reprieve as a chance to study his fellow housemate. While Demyx seemed as genial as the moogles that scurry about through Hogwarts, Al-Cid wondered mildly if there was something beyond that cheerful exterior. Glancing over towards the book that sat on Demyx’s lap, Al-Cid figured that their first conversation should be school related.

“You can actually understand that nonsense?” He asked as he gestured towards the transfiguration book. "You are smarter individual than I realized, perhaps a scholar even." The last thing Al-Cid would want to do again is take transfiguration for a second time. While he managed to pass the course while he was in Beauxbatons, his passing was nothing short of a miracle.

[waterwand]

The words were midly amusing to Demyx, as one who wanted people to judge him by his cover. There was no use letting people know he was actually a hard worker or had a brain at all, in that case. "I'll keep that in mind," he grinned sheepishly.

Demyx was taken aback, "Nonsense? You mean you don't really understand transfiguration?" He glanced away for a second, tapping his head in the process, "I wouldn't say smart. It's hardly my best subject. I'll take charms and potions over transfiguration any day."

[agentsuave]

"Oh, I understand it but not in the early hours of the day." He's not really a morning person but since he rather not be late for any of his classes, Al-Cid has to pretend as if he is.

"I share your sentiments regarding charms and potions but my favorite class happens to be more vigorous than that." He was referring to Defense Against Dark Magic as his favorite class. Unlike divination and some of the other useless courses, Al-Cid found D.A.D.M to be right up his alley. Especially since in his family's line of work it, such knowledge will prove to be golden in the near future.

"We both are almost graduating soon, what sort of goal do you have for yourself?" Just a simple question to keep the conversation going.

[waterwand]

A lazy grin slid into place, "Hey, gotta study some time, you know." It was no use pretending he never studied. Just he wasn't about to let on how much he did it when no one was looking or thought he was doing something else entirely.

"Oh yeah, what's that, then?" he asked. Potions was his favorite by far, likely having something to do with his family's affinity towards water. After that it was music, but more than anything he took the subject because it was so easy.

"Goals?" he asked, screwing up his face. Hadn't really thought of it wasn't exactly the way to put it. It was more like knew what he wanted to do, just getting there was hard. "I dunno man, I was thinking about Pro Quidditch."