Post by Oliver Hughes on Sept 16, 2009 12:01:07 GMT -5
Oliver nearly tripped on his way down to the Great Hall for his breakfast. His robes were quite disheveled and looked as though he had slept in them. Oliver had a dull look on his face and he brain really was not awake yet. His golden-blonde hair was all tussled and is a mess. His blue eyes seemed almost gray and dull. He had his book bag over his shoulder and slumped down to the Hufflepuff table, where all the other Hufflepuffs sat.
He walked past a group of sixth-year Hufflepuff girls, who giggled and laughed at his facial expression, but Oliver didn't care. He sat down and grabbed a piece of toast and orange juice. After taking one bite of toast, Oliver realized how hungry he was really. Then he started to stuff down the other food that was around them. He found some oatmeal and some scrambled eggs.
Eating made Oliver much more awake that he had been before. He suddenly pulled out his book that had his potions notes in them. He had been intending on studying, but then he noticed all of his Quidditch doodles he had on the page and laughed. He loved his little drawing of the snitch. Oliver was so excited for Qudditch try-outs, all though he probably wouldn't get in because he was only a first-year. He still wanted to take his brand new Swiftstick Broom out for a ride.
Oliver then began doodling his broom at his table and smiled. He was having a much better morning now.
He walked past a group of sixth-year Hufflepuff girls, who giggled and laughed at his facial expression, but Oliver didn't care. He sat down and grabbed a piece of toast and orange juice. After taking one bite of toast, Oliver realized how hungry he was really. Then he started to stuff down the other food that was around them. He found some oatmeal and some scrambled eggs.
Eating made Oliver much more awake that he had been before. He suddenly pulled out his book that had his potions notes in them. He had been intending on studying, but then he noticed all of his Quidditch doodles he had on the page and laughed. He loved his little drawing of the snitch. Oliver was so excited for Qudditch try-outs, all though he probably wouldn't get in because he was only a first-year. He still wanted to take his brand new Swiftstick Broom out for a ride.
Oliver then began doodling his broom at his table and smiled. He was having a much better morning now.
