Early Breakfasts (open)

[CLOVER AARIA LANE]

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Clover was not a morning person. In fact, if she had the power to demolish them, she would have. Most people, (idiots that they were), loved waking up to the crisp morning air with warm beams of sunlight cascading down onto their sleeping forms. Clover was the complete opposite, she hated the smell of new air and fresh life and had often jinxed people for bringing light anywhere near her before 7:00. Luckily enough, the Slytherin dorms were situated underneath the Black Lake and the only light they got that was natural was an eerie green one from the lake itself. That she didn't mind, but anything else she did.

Unfortunately enough for her, all of her classes started at 9:00 sharp, so there was no chance of sleeping in on the weekdays. Clover was often found at the Slytherin table, hair done up, makeup perfected snoring into her toast. Early on she'd managed to perfect the glamor charm and seldom did anything but that in the morning. It was so much easier and required much less brain power, something she was lacking in the morning. So it was very seldom that she found herself not caring about her appearance or going down to the Great Hall in the wee hours of the morning. Okay, so maybe 5:30 wasn't all that early for some people, the food was still out so obviously someone ate that early, but she wasn't a regular there.

Clover had been having trouble sleeping, when she did manage to drift off her sleep was fitful and full of haunting sights. She had finally forced herself to get up, not bothering to change out of her pajamas. So it was with sleep blurred eyes that she walked down to the Great Hall dressed in only a pair of white cotton shorts, a black bandeau and her green fluffy slippers. So what if it was against the dress code? Hell, she didn't care. All she cared about was getting down to the Great Hall and swiping a mug of tea, at least a loaf of toast and one of the jam jars from the table.

She padded softly into the Great Hall, a smile appearing on her face when she realized it was empty. Clover walked over to the Slytherin table, grabbing one of the flagons of tea, a jar of blackberry jam and a loaf of bread that looked as if it had been toasted. Clover stuffed the loaf of bread, (in it's protective packaging), underneath her arm, using her hands to carry the jam and tea out of the Great Hall.

Clover then made her way to her quiet spot, a nice secluded window seat in one of the unused classrooms up on the 7th floor. When she first started at Hogwarts, the window and classroom had been covered in dust, the window's cushion moth eaten and the room basically unusable. As the years passed, she'd turned the space into her own, bringing in her own things, (posters, furniture, food), into the room as she cleaned and discarded the old desks. The window seat now had a plush pink cushion, 6 white pillows, a place to put a big blanket and a pull of tray to put things on.

She entered the room, not bothering to close the door behind her, and shuffled over to the window. Outside was a beautiful view of the lake, a picture of perfection. Clover gently placed her loot on the pull out tray before sitting down and pulling the blanket off the shelf, draping over her bare legs. She happily dug into the toast, demolishing 4 pieces before stopping to take a small sip of tea. Clover moved closer to the window, pressing her bare shoulder against the cool glass and looking out over the lake. She barely noticed when someone's shadow fell across the floor, someone was obviously standing in the doorway, but she continued to stare out the window, the other persons presence unknown.