the best thing about tonight ,

[Taylor]

Putting on her Ravenclaw uniform on, the little skirt with the white shirt, then putting on the tie. Pulling the gray sweater over it, she put pulled on knee high gray socks, she slipped on the black mary jane flats. Looking at the big mirror , she had to admit, she rather loved this outfit. .She had already taken a shower, brushed her teeth and all those needs. Looking out the window, Francesca noticed it was snowing rather harshly. And she had Divination, it was probably going to be freezing up there. Great. That wasn't going to help.

Grabbing her wand, she got rather annoyed that she had lost the robe cloak thing. Looking in the mirror one more time, she approved of the reflection greatly. Holding her Divination books and some other books, extremely glad that she had a free period after this class. Opening the door with her free hand, she walked through the Ravenclaw common room, actually starting to get glad about the snow. Snow meant snow balls. Snow balls meant snow ball fights. The thought of that made her smirk, walking out of the Ravenclaw common room.

Noticing most young boys robes were flecked with snow, and some young girls too. Oh, that would probably earn them detention during class. Francesca did learn how to please the worthy professors, working hard on most essays. Finding Charms, Divination and Transfiguration the most valuable. So far her grade in Defense Against the Dark Arts was a P, which she didn't care about mostly. Continuing to walk, not really in the mood for stopping and talking currently.

Walking up the stairs, toward the Divination Tower. The portraits trying to talk to her. She wasn't going to stand there and talk to a painting. That would be weird. But then one shouted, "Hey, Arlington! Having fun being disowned?". Francesca turned to the painting, cocking her head. "Excuse me? I don't believe that is the business of a solid liquid, you know. Really, it's only my business, okay?" She snapped and continued to walk, rather annoyed.

She had been disowned in her sixth year, now she was in her seventh. But though her birthday had been in October she was now eighteen, therefore, not really caring about it. Now it was a snowy December 20th, a couple more days and it would be Christmas break. Yes, she was going to be staying at Hogwarts for Christmas break. Francesca did like the little house she got with her money in Godric Hollows, but she just didn't want to go there. Probably because, chances were, she would be alone.

Finally getting to the Divination door, she held out her books, pointing her wand at them. Walking in she looked around, not a lot of people were in here yet. Forgetting the other House the Ravenclaw had it with, she just sat down in her seat, placing her books on the table. Then pulling out the essay closed in her book, she held it out for the professor to take. When they took it, Francesca's hand dropped, smoothing out her skirt.

Beginning to think about the day, it was probably going to be pretty long. With all the snow and kids running around, throwing snow balls at people. If she found someone actually willing to have a snow ball fight with her, obviously outside, she'd probably do it. Unless it was some crazy, weirdo person she had no clue who they were. Now she really wanted to do that.

[michelle]

As soon as Alice woke up and rolled free of the covers, landing on the floor with an impressively loud thump and an exclamation of exasperation, she was met with the uneasy feeling that she was late. Alice had always possessed the ability to tell when she wasn't on time, something she probably acquired after all the times she was marked tardy, or missed out on an event, or stood up a date. That however, was besides the point, as Alice had other matters to attend. Matters of utmost importance. After all, who would want her showing up to class without having brushed her teeth? Alice's lips stretched open in a yawn, and her nose wrinkled at the taste in her mouth. Stale alcohol was something she woke up to every day, but never quite managed to get used to.

After her daily rituals of washing her face, brushing her teeth, and all the other good stuff that takes your average girl hours upon hours and Alice only minutes, she was ready to go. She had already thrown on a majority of her uniform, whatever she had found littered across the floor of her dorm, which included only her dress shirt and tie. The standard skirt had been swapped for a faded pair of jeans with an assortment of stains and the tie was yellow instead of blue, something that went unnoticed with Alice.

After pushing aside the curtains and finding that the weather called for some warmer clothes, Alice snatched up a sweater from her room mate's bed, tucked her books under one arm, and launched herself down the stairs. Moments late she was out the portrait hole and in the hallway, shouldering and elbowing her way through the crowds of snow-dusted students, ignoring any comments or greetings that were tossed her way.

Arriving at the classroom just in the nick of time, her chest rising and falling quickly from the brief run, she decided it was time to make her entrance. This could be tricky. Alice liked to consider herself a master of disguise and illusion, but she was severely mistaken. Her clumsy tendencies didn't help much, either. Her brow furrowed at the thought of a confrontation with the teacher and she hesitantly turned the knob of the door.
Of course, the loud creak was unavoidable.
"Um, hello." she muttered, adopting a sheepish expression that induced some lip-biting and nervous picking at her bangs. "Nice to see everyone!"

[Becca]

Where was she? Why was it so high? Was she going to die here? Nex's hand slipped as she fell to her doom. "Noooooo!" she screamed waking up and falling of her bed with a loud thump, another nightmare to do with heights and broomsticks.... oh the joy. Muttering promises to herself that she would never even go near one of those dreadful brooms Nex began to scramble for something to wear, picking up random pieces from the floor and taking her robe back from a dorm-mates cat that claimed it as a bed.

She managed to get her outfit on in no time, taking time to stare in the mirror "Can I really be bothered today?" she sighed looking at the messy mass of blue hair, "No I can't" concentrating for a second the blue darkened into a shiny black and de-tangled into waist length black hair. She hadn't even seen herself like this in a while, her real hair, taking a moment to admire herself in the full length mirror she checked the time "Oh crap! I'll be late!" she exclaimed over dramatically and already starting the run at her top speed to the class room.

She realised why she never had her hair like this... it got in your mouth when you ran and who likes the taste of hair products in there mouth? No one. Nex barely noticed the snow as she raced to the classroom; she was still late but not as late as she would have been. Panting slightly she entered, goofy grin plastered on her face sneaking over to her seat hoping to remain undetected and quickly giving a wave to everyone she knew.

[Taylor]

Francesca looked up, looking at the two girls. One, she vaguely remember, Alice, was it ? And the other one, well, Francesca had no clue. To her shock, the Divination professor opened the window, but put a snow repelling, but the coldness still drifted in. But she had an advantage of magic, she flicked her wand, hot air swarming around her. It made her smile happily, sitting up straight, rather politely.

The three seats were still open around her, which she didn't care about. She sat up straight, pulling out a parchment. Taking out a quill and ink bottle and began to write,' December 20th, Divination, Subject- Tea dregs. Okay, this pretty late. And they already did it, but Francesca just nodded.

[Becca]

Nex noticed a couple people she knew, and also noticed the empty seats around Francesca and slid over next to her whilst the teacher was repelling the snow at the window... wait a second? Snow? Yes ever the observant Nex didn't realise the white stuff she saw was snowflakes. Mentally banging her head against the desk she shivered slightly as the cold came in the room.

Then with barely any thought Nex pushed her hair around her like a scarf "100 uses for long hair oh hell yeah!" she announced quietly to no one in particular wondering why she even bothered with this class anymore... seeing as she was useless as it. Sighing to herself in a "oh well" manner she pondered what fun could be had in this lesson... maybe she could foresee eternal damnation and gloom on someone she knew? Yes that sounded fun she chuckled lightly at the thought.

[Haine]

"Mmphgrng."
That was the sound first made today by a Philp that did not want to get up. Away from his pillow was the harsh and unwelcoming land of real life, which just so happened to feel sub-zero today. His bed on the other hand, was warm and comfortable. If it wasn't for the guilt Phil would feel from staying in bed all day and the threat of decreasing his grades, Phil would have probably stayed there all day. Well- at least until he got bored.

First things first, Phil had to find out what lessons he had for the day. He had a very unique way of doing this too. Phil remained face-down on the pillow, his hand fumbling for anything on his bed-side table that would fly well.
Alarm clock. The cold metal nuisance that it was.
Perfect.

Phil then sat up on his bed (Against his will - it was even colder than he'd thought before!) and threw it at the person in the bed nearest to him - Gideon Prewett. That certainly woke Gideon up. Gideon then proceeded to wish Phil a very good morning by shouting obscene words at him and his blasted alarm clock.
Phil continued to ignore this, throwing in an occasional 'that's nice' and 'where the bloody hell did you learn that?'. Finally the shouting reached a minimum and Phil was finally able to speak.
"So what day is it?"
"Tuesday."
"Really?"
"Yes. You woke me up just to ask that?"
"Pretty much."
This started off Gideon's shouting again.

Now that Phil had his necessary information, He got changed and started to think about what lessons he had today. First up was ... divination, oh joy of joys. Phil then realised that he had to check the time. Obviously he had no consideration for the fact that Gideon was trying to go back to sleep (and that Gideon had a free period for first lesson and therefore could sleep in), so went and plonked down on the edge of Gideon's bed while he looked at his alarm clock.
For this he was kicked, repeatedly. Considering that this was, in a way, a slight routine between the two, it never got old. And that was going to leave a bruise.

Ah Crap. Now he was going to be late, again. Grabbing the necessary books and stuff, Phil legged it out of the dormitories and most of the way to the classroom. This was starting to seem a bit repetitive too - Mr Punctuality was turning up late. Practically his word nightmare.
Amazingly- he arrived just on time.

With a skid into the classroom, Phil let out a sigh of contentment and relief. "SAFE." He proclaimed loudly (Obviously not noticing the teacher) and slid into his seat.

[michelle]

Alice quickly slid into the first seat she saw to avoid standing awkwardly in front of the class. She noticed Francesca sitting next to her and dreaded what that meant. Francesca was notorious for being one of the many studious Ravenclaws that frequented the school, and she would've gotten a desk in one of the front rows. That was wonderful. Alice closed her eyes, unwilling to open them and find herself so close to the front of the room. She muffled the the quiet groan by positioning her elbow on the table and dropping her head into her hand. Her fingers were splayed out across her lips, tapping to what was probably a Beatles song, one of the many that Alice always had stuck in her head.

She turned her head to the side, peering out from eyelids that were already drooping from boredom. The lesson hadn't even started yet and Alice was already aching to get out. That was one of the problems with her. If things didn't start immediately, she wouldn't wait around. Nex had her hair draped around her shoulders, and Alice straightened up, already giggling, to join in on the fun. She tugged a lock of her hair out from behind her ear, pursed her lips, and draped it across them like a mustache. "Use Number 1, a clever disguise."