Good Morning Sunshine, <Ratree and Xira>

[Xanthe Chapel]

((Set before the end of term, on your average school day.))

Xanthe woke up with a start, the curtains surrounding her bed were slightly ajar and there was a fierce morning sunlight blazing into her eyes. She sat up, checking her watch, her alarm was due to go off any moment anyway, and she prided herself for a moment on her good timing. Her hair was plastered bizzarrely to her cheek, and she brushed it off, her eyes still barely open.

Pulling back the curtain further and peering out to the room, she debated whether to wake her dormmates up or not. Mostly their curtains were drawn so for all she knew they could all be down at breakfast already, though somehow Xanthe doubted it. A second later it was decided for her anyway as her alarm clock suddenly blared into life with a loud siren on the floor between hers and Xira's beds. She scrambled to her feet and swtiched it off, stretching her pale arms up high.

"Wakey wakey!" Xanthe chanted in a sing songy voice, immediately setting to work clattering around in her trunk, producing clothes for the day. "It's a beautiful morning!" she continued. "The sun is shining, birds are singing, breakfast is waiting for you downstairs. It's a happy dappy day!" Vaguely aware that she was talking nonsense, Xanthe produced various articles of school uniform and dived back behind her curtain to get changed.

[Xira Halcyon]

"You're awfully chipper today," Xira muttered sleepily, watching Xanthe gather her clothing in a rather energetic fashion and then disappear back behind the curtain. She grabbed her own things and started throwing them on too, admitting to herself as she looked out the window that Xanthe was right... it was indeed a beautiful morning. "Anything in particular you're excited about, or is it just one of those days when you wake up feeling really good?" she asked her strangely hyper friend curiously.

[Meow]

OOC: Oh yay! Thanks Xanthe for this! And hmm, Ratree emo attacks are becoming more frequents.

Ratree heard Xanthe’s chants, and tried to cover her ears with the pillow. After a few seconds later, Ratree gave up, as Xanthe irritatingly cute sing songy voice penetrates through the pillow’s defence. Brown eyes peeling open blearily, she rubbed the sleep dusts off her eyes and saw that both Xanthe and Xira already have their uniforms on.


“Bore da girls. I can’t believe it is dawn already.” Ratree greets her dorm mates sleepily, making slow efforts to change into her uniform.


She finally put on all her clothing and agreed with Xanthe when she looked out the window and saw bright sunshine shining through the greens and life out there.

Yes it’s indeed a beautiful morning. One that made Ratree longed wistfully for a few real friends of her own so they could go near the lake and have an idyllic picnic, talk about girly stuff and sharing some laughter,perhaps.

She looked at Xira and Xanthe and wish that they were her friends instead of just dorm mates. She shook the thought of her head, what was she thinking? She was just their newly transferred dorm mate, after the tragic incident of a girl being killed in their dorm.

Well, maybe they've seen each other in the DA some times but technically, they don't know her. Besides, Ratree have a nagging feeling that these two have no eyes for others, but each other. Platonic speaking of course.

"You girls wanna go down now ? Or are we going to laze around in our room admiring the beautiful sunshine ?" Ratree said, cracking her infamous lame joke, though part of her do want to sit and laze around.

[Xanthe Chapel]

"Just one of those days," Xanthe said with a grin, emerging from behind her curtain with the buttons on her blouse done up all wrong ands a ladder in her tights. She pointed her wand lazily at the tights and repaired them with a mutter, then started rooting around in her trunk again, her hair falling into her eyes and obscuring her peripheral vision.

"Xira have you nicked my tie again?" she called, unable to find it in the mess that she usually lived in. She produced a cuddly chimp toy, a raffan bag containing five sickles and three knuts, a palm sized bean bag, five overdue library books, but no tie. "ooh," she said quietly to herself, "I really need to take those back." she looked at the money bag. "Perhaps that will be my late fee..."

"Hang on a sec Ratree," Xanthe called to her dormmate. "I can't find my tie."

[Xira Halcyon]

Xira shuffled through her own trunk, not remembering immediately whether she had Xanthe's tie or not. She had two, both different colors from Xanthe's, and tossed one to her. "Here, take my spare," she said. There weren't many people she would trust to borrow her clothes and return them in good condition -- trust didn't come easily when you were Kieran Halcyon's little sister -- but Xanthe and Ratree were good people, and she was willing to share with them.

She turned toward Ratree and said, "I didn't know you spoke Welsh." She sounded impressed. Xira didn't know a lot of Welsh herself, but recognized 'bore da' as meaning 'good morning'... she had overheard Jason and Kieran discussing the use of Welsh as a possible code language for the Muggle-born Revolt last year, and had caught that particular phrase during their conversation.

The fact that Ratree spoke Welsh was yet another surprise about the girl, who had transferred in at the beginning of the year and was still revealing her many complex layers to her roommates. Xira wondered how many more surprises she had in store for them.

(OOC: I actually didn't know it was Welsh until I googled it. )

[Meow]

“Your buttons done up all wrong.” Ratree commented to Xanthe. She picked up her wand lying beside her stacks of novels and walked up to Xanthe.

“Here, let me. Madam Malkin taught me this useful little spell, when I was at her shop working during the holidays.” With a flick of her wand, Xanthe buttons were now done up nicely.

Ratree turned to Xira, “Nah. I don’t speak Welsh. I just picked it up from the Adar Llwch Gwin down at the Hog's Head. I think Jason knew him too, you know that big bird who speaks Queen English.” Ratree said, looking inquiringly at Xira, while tying her hair up in a bun and securing it with a decorative hairstick.

(OOC:Lol. And that's the only Welsh word I know. )

[Xira Halcyon]

"Yeah, I saw him during the Battle of Hogwarts," Xira said. "Bumped into me going the other way in the secret passage and apologized to me. Kind of freaked me out that a bird was talking to me, since I had never seen one before." The Adar Llwch Gwin had fought against the Death Eaters in the battle, from what Xira heard later. She wasn't surprised, after reading up on the creatures and finding out about their reputation for bravery.

[Xanthe Chapel]

"A what now?" Xanthe said, looking down at her not correctly done up buttons happily, accepting Xira's spare tie and vowing to find hers later. She scratched her head, she still had the tie slung loosely around her neck with the collar pointing upwards in a vague attempt at getting ready. In the same moment she found a hairbrush and began tugging it through her hair.

"What bird thing?" Xanthe reiterated, just in case her question hadn't made sense the first time.

[Meow]

“Yeah! Isn’t it sweet that for such a manly bird like him, he’s always so polite?” Ratree gushed. “Pity I didn’t see him during that time, as we clearly needed help there. Jimmy and I were having a hard time fending off those Death Eaters…” Ratree said, remembering fondly how Jimmy Peakes were among the first who don't shunned her. Turning to Xanthe, she said

“The Adar Llwch Gwin were giant birds originating in Welsh, similar to the griffins. They were said to understand human speech, being noted for their bravery and obey whatever command was given to them by their master. Come to think of that, I wonder who is the master of The Adar Llwch Gwin I’ve met?”

Ratree said, pondering the question.

[Xira Halcyon]

"That's a good question," Xira said. "He must be attached to a human if he's hanging out at the Hog's Head... wonder if it's Aberforth Dumbledore?" She didn't really know all that much about Aberforth... he was kind of a mystery to her.

[Xanthe Chapel]

"Oh yeah," Xanthe said slightly uncertainly, not really remembering seeing any at all. Then again she had spent the vast majority of the Battle of Hogwarts in a daze after a knock to the back of her head and had only vague memories of being their at all. She shook her head. "I don't remember seeing them." She admitted with a shrug, and rooted around for her sunglasses, thinking that she would probably need them today.

Putting the sunglasses on her head, determined to steer the conversation away from the things that was slightly embarrassed to have not heard of, she surveyed the room.
"Guys, we really need to tidy up. I don't even know what stuff is mine!" she said, indicating Catherine's old bed. Catherine had been in their dorm untl last year when her parents took her out of school and then she never came back.

[Xira Halcyon]

Xira looked around. She hadn't bothered to learn any magical cleaning spells, since the house elves did all the tidying up she needed... she wouldn't be much help in this department, since she hadn't really learned how to clean the Muggle way either. She picked up some of the stuff surrounding her bed and placed it into three piles... her stuff, definitely not her stuff, and stuff that she was unsure as to the owner of. She placed the contents of the first pile -- what would fit, anyway -- into her trunk, then said, "Most of the rest of this probably belongs to one of you. Either that, or it belonged to Catherine."

[Meow]

Distracted by Xanthe’s rummaging, Ratree forgotten what she wanted to said to Xira.
“I hate tidying up. No matter how much you tidy up it’s going to be a mess later anyway, so I don’t really enjoyed house cleaning.” Ratree said vaguely.

She still remembered how her mother once beaten her with a clothe hanger when she refused to put her books into proper place, citing the reason “but I’ll probably use it again Mom, it’ll be easier to find if I just leave it on the desk right?” Needless to said, her mother had beaten Ratree senseless that day.

Bending down to sort through the piles, she recognized that the “teen vogue” she had smuggled inside the school was among the items there, embarrassed; Ratree quickly snatched it out and went to hide it in her trunk, hoping that her friends won’t see and therefore make fun of her. Ratree continued to look through the piles of stuff and saw that there’s an interesting red boots there.

“Does this belong to any of you here?” Ratree said, dangling the boots.

[Xanthe Chapel]

Xanthe, holding a shirt in either hand and wondering if either or both were hers, paused to look at the red boots in Ratree's hands. She glanced sideways at Xira, then shrugged.

"Well," she replied, "I always assumed that they were yours." Xanthe grinned. "They're far too exciting to be anything my Mum would let me buy," she added with a sigh.

[Xira Halcyon]

"They're not mine either," Xira said. "Plus, they'd look really good on you," she added with an encouraging smile. Wearing the stylish boots might help Ratree out in the popularity department, plus such a garish fashion statement would boost her confidence.