RP: Early Risers

[poisoned_quill]

Who: Rita Skeeter, Romilda Vane, Ginny Weasley, Neville Longbottom, other early risers (open)
When: Tuesday August 21, morning.
Where: Kitchen, mostly
What: Rita decides to get up, shower and have a cup of tea. You'd think that would be easy, wouldn't you?
Completion: Incomplete

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[potion_failure]

Romilda cursed under her breath as she made her way into the kitchen. She, also, just had a run in with a flooded bathroom without a mirror. She figured it might be something about the plumbing and she'd probably ask one of the men later to take a quick look.

She was still tying her hair into a ponytail as she noticed Rita rummage around the kitchen. Romilda quirked an eyebrow, but didn't say anything.

[last_born_girl]

Ginny was up at the crack of dawn; close-season or not, she'd need to keep in shape, especially with no opportunity for flying practise.

Fressed in a sports top and short, she made her way to the kitchen area, where she found Romilda and Rita.

Making her way over to the stove area, she asked "Is there a problem with the kettle?"

[nevilletherebel]

From the garden came Neville. He'd been up for an hour at least - he always did his marking in the morning and had an early night. Last night he had not slept well, so now he was bleary eyed, but happy enough

[poisoned_quill]

Rita noted the new arrivals as she fiddled with the knobs of the stupid piece of muggle machinery, muttering "bloody thing doesn't work" in answer to the question asked by the Weasley girl.

When Longbottom walked in and solved the problem with a simple spell - one Rita hadn't even thought of - she cursed herself silently and laid the kettle on the flames.

There were three of them there witnessing her not-yet-caffeinated-ness, and she wasn't about to thank him and look idiotic. They were all here to do things for each other, after all.

"There's something wrong with the bathroom," she said by way of explanation for her behaviour, dropping a teabag into her cup. "Water all over the floor when I showered. I suppose we'll have to do something about that. Does anyone want tea?" She added the last as an afterthought, having heard Longbottom's offer. "Toast sounds good, if it's all we've got. I don't suppose there are any bagels."

[nevilletherebel]

Neville stacked the toast on the sideboard, due to the lack of plates, and when he had done the whole loaf, he carried them to the table and went looking for butter and jam, although he had no idea how he intended to get these onto the toast once he found them.

"Tea would be wonderful, thank you, Miss. Skeeter," he ducked down and looked in the bottom cupboard. "That's strange...these weren't here when I looked a moment ago. I think someone likes you..." he stood back up, presenting a box of bagels, then went back to his jam hunt, having located the butter.

[last_born_girl]

"Bagels? Excellent!" said Ginny "Pass them over here, and I'll get them prepared"

[curse_scar]

As Harry had awoken that morning, he had thought at first that this had all been a very bad dream and that he would wake up back in his own bedroom at home. However his wish hadn't come true, and he woke up in the bed that he had gone to bed too. He slowly sat up, reaching out for his glasses on his nightstand and then looked around. While Skeeter already seemed to be up, Luna was seemingly still fast asleep.

Running a hand along his face, Harry reached out for a shirt and pulled it over his head before getting out of the bed. Dressed in nothing else but a pair of boxers and his shirt, he made his way out of the bedroom. His eyes fell on the bathroom, which seemed to have turned in to a swimming pool and then followed the group of voices, which soon lead him to the kitchen.

"Why is the bathroom flodded?" Harry asked sleepily, still looking half asleep.

[nevilletherebel]

"Oh," he stood up a straight with his prize jar of jam clutched in his hand and squinted at Harry. "Good morning." He smiled. "You look exhausted, Harry. Sit down and have some toast?"

[curse_scar]

"Morning," Harry replied quietly, at the mentioning of toast Harry simply raised an eyebrow and moved to sit down on one of the chairs however. He had never been much a morning person and that also meant that it took a while before he formed a hunger. He didn't really know why it was that way, but maybe because he didn't have to get up now every morning and make breakfast for the Dursleys and simply could sleep as long a she wanted, that if he didn't have to work.

[queeniegreeny]

Daphne tossed and turned in her bed. Oh this was horrible. It couldn't be anywhere near 10am, which was the absolute earliest she got out of bed these days. She sighed and got out of bed, frustrated. She stepped in to her stiletto slippers and walked towards the bathroom. She shivered, her black neglige not quite keeping her warm.
One look at the completely flooded bathroom floor made her cringe, and she decided she really didn't need to go that badly right now. Hopefully someone would fix it later.
Voices sounded from the kitched. Oh please let it be Slytherins, she thought, though she knew it was a ridiculous hope. What kind of Slytherin got up at this shitty early in the morning? She huffed. Oh lovely, a bunch of Gryffindors. She sneered and remained in the doorway.