get me through my day; open

[Tianne Webster-Barrett]

No matter how many days, months or even years she spent at Hogwarts, Tianne found herself following a pattern that had been created in her first year. It was a subconscious thing, Tianne just had her favourite things to do in the castle, and the things that she hated doing, but had to do anyway. For instance, every Saturday morning in the castle, Tianne would wake up at 6:30 to 7:00 am, get dressed, go down and get some breakfast, go and sit on the lake to eat it, and then go back up to the dormitory to do some homework. Usually she would find time to hang out with Matty, for she was her best friend, but sometimes it was hard to even do that.

But today wasn't a Saturday, it was a Monday. Tianne would have given anything to be able to just relax the whole day, but unluckily for her, she had to get to class. The girl arose at 5:20, to the sounds of the owls calling outside her window. She got dressed, into a black skirt, black stockings, her white blouse and a grey cardigan. Looking down at the bare spot above the Hogwarts crest, Tianne picked at all the holes that had been made by her badge, before fastening the prefect badge onto her blouse, deciding that her cardigan didn't need any more damage done.

Wandering down the many stairs that led to the Great Hall, Tianne found herself a spot on the Ravenclaw table, her owl finding her just a few seconds later, with her mail for the day. It wasn't until she was stuck in a rut that Tianne realised how much she hated schedules. She despised them, she disliked them, and at that very moment, Tianne would have done anything to get out of her day, that had already been planned for her. Standing up from her table, untangling her legs from under the chair legs, Tianne turned to walk outside the hall, her orange juice still in hand. Okay, although she didn't like schedules, Tianne wasn't one for surprises either. And she would consider bumping into someone quite a surprise, wouldn't you?

Pushing the orange juice all down her front, by accident of course, Tianne groaned. "I'm so sorry," She said, not bothering to look up at the person who had caused her to stain the front of her clothes orange.

[ open to anyone ]

[Henry Lordings Jr.]

Henry's morning was off to a relatively bad start. All he could say was that it was pretty much by his design. The previous night had been his night to patrol for Gryffindor, and so he hadn't gotten much sleep. When he had collapsed, exhausted, into bed, he had told himself that he'd give himself an extra hour's sleep, and so he had. He had hurriedly dressed and rushed out of Gryffindor tower, realizing, only after about three floors, that he had forgotten to comb his hair or brush his teeth for the first time in a long time. He had forgotten his tie altogether, and hadn't even buttoned his shirt the right way, forcing him to fix it as he went.

He turned into the last corridor before he reached the marble staircase tucking his shirt in. Due to his lack of a tie, he hadn't bothered to button his top button, and felt disheveled for it. Given all the things he had forgotten, he was just happy that his pants were on and his shoes matched and were on the right feet. He straitened his hair as best as he could and adjusted his cloak as he climbed down the marble staircase, feeling, all the while, like an extreme discredit to the school's prefects.

As he stepped off of the marble staircase, he drew out his gold pocket watch and examined it's face, determining that he had about five minutes to make it to class. He had also told himself that he wouldn't let himself go hungry that morning, and so he wouldn't. He was just putting his pocket watch back into his pocket when he collided with something quite solid which quickly began uttering apologies.

"Tianne!" he exclaimed with half a chuckle and a good deal of surprise, wiping orange juice from his front. She looked as though the morning was not treating her kindly, although, so did he. "...in a hurry?"

"I'm so sorry,"

"It's okay," Henry returned swiftly. "I was the one who was probably at fault anyways, I wasn't even looking where I was going..."

[Tianne Webster-Barrett]

Usually when things weren't going Tianne's way, she tended to get quite grumpy. Okay, so it was the whole big sister thing, wanting whats best for her and her only, but Tianne wasn't about to change. So things weren't actually that bad, that just means that Tianne wasn't that cranky. But needless to say, even a small frown was enough to rub off on people, and Tianne found herself wishing that she had never woken up this morning. And to add to her miseries, it wasn't even a nice day, so Tianne was basically confined inside, she couldn't even escape during her breaks.

Okay, so it might seem like Tianne was being overly negative, but after six years of the exact same thing, things weren't looking like they were going to brighten up anytime in the near future. Tianne loved Hogwarts, she loved everything about it, but everyone had those days every once in a while, where they got up on the wrong side of the bed. Looking up, her eyes full of sadness and frustration, Tianne couldn't help but smile when she saw Henry.

Maybe she was picturing him as her saviour from this horrible day, Tianne didn't know, but the smile had just appeared. It was one of frustration, but relief, it was contradictory in every sense of the word. Tianne just hoped that the boy wasn't going to get angry with her for the nice orange color that his shirt had taken on, that was the last thing that she needed.

"Henry!" She said in relief. "In a rut is more like it." She said, with a chuckle, her eyes moving past the boy, as a couple of people walked past. "Oh, um, sorry about that." She said, looking down at the orange juice on her blouse, and then at the stain on the boys. "I'm a wreck." She said, looking up once again at Henry, who was significantly taller than her, though he wasn't a giant.

[Henry Lordings Jr.]

"Oh, it's quite alright." Henry said, a smile playing across his face; He always found that Tianne could bring a smile to his face, just as he always seemed to be able to bring one to hers. A god-send, to be sure, on a not so on day. "As I said, it was probably my fault. You don't mind if I um...?" He pointed at the stains on her shirt while he brandished his wand.

His mastery of what most wizards considered householdy spells was something his mother had positively demanded, and he had risen to the task magnificently. The ability to instantly dry and remove stains from clothing was a simple and enormously useful spell, albeit one that most male magic users didn't bother with for one reason or other.

[Jeremy Taylor]

Jeremy wasn't usually the kind to run late, but on this particular day, he was. Sprinting down the hall and jumping down the stairs, he hurried into the Great Hall, hoping to grab an egg sandwich before he had to run across the grounds to turn in his late assignment to Davenport. Then, he had to run up to Transfiguration before the start of class. Just thinking about all of that running around made him tired.

He crashed through the doors and slid down the isle along his house table, unable to stop himself in time to keep from crashing into a couple of prefects standing around. He fell to the floor, spilling the contents of his backpack which he had forgotten to zip up properly. Just great.

[Tianne Webster-Barrett]

Smiling up at Henry, her left hand wiping her face that although looked happy, was quite obviously not. The bags under her eyes, even though it had been attempted to cover them up, were overwhelming in making the girl looked tired, in fact, she looked just how she felt. "Trust me. Whenever I get up on the wrong side of the bed, everything's my fault." She laughed, glancing out at the rain that was pouring against the windows like there was no tomorrow.

As Henry gestured to her shirt, more particularly the stain that had so nicely taken up the space, Tianne nodded, without really thinking about it. When the suggestion finally reached her brain, however, she couldn't help but be surprised. "Thanks. Wait, you know how?" Tianne spoke, not meaning to undermine the boys masculinity in any way. It was just that most guys didn't even bother with any of that... stuff.

Smiling as she readjusted her bag on her shoulder, to say that Tianne wasn't expecting someone to come running into them would have been a total understatement. Biting her tongue to swallow the rude word that had almost been uttered out, Tianne caught herself as she was just about to fall over, using Henry's arm, mind you. "Sorry!" She said, both to the younger boy, Jeremy, and to Henry, for the nail marks that were sure to appear in his arm. "Oh no..." She said, seeing the spilled contents of the bag all over the floor.

[Henry Lordings Jr.]

"Thanks. Wait, you know how?" Tianne said.

"Hmm?" Henry said. "Yes, of course. Not enough people bother with these kinds of things anymore..."

He flicked his wand at the stains on the front of Tianne's clothes and then at those on his own, making the stains fade and vanish, and leaving the cloth beneath it's original, unblemished color. He was just tucking his wand away when something ran right into him...again. The force of the hit stunned him, but he was able to retain his balance fairly well, only keeling a bit when Tianne, who had been knocked around by the hit as well, grabbed his arm in panic to keep herself from falling.

It took a moment for Henry to help Tianne regain her balance, all the while assuring her that it wasn't her fault. When, at last, she did regain herself, the pair of them immediately busied themselves trying to ascertain what had happened, and, indeed, what had hit them. It wasn't long before Henry's eyes caught upon the Ravenclaw third year who was lying upon the floor, the contents of the boy's book-bag littering the floor.

"Oh no..." was all Henry heard from Tianne's direction.

"Indeed." he said in return, leaning down and offering the boy a hand up.

[Jeremy Taylor]

"Stupid, jack-ass, idiot, moron..." Jeremy was grumbling as he shoved his things back into his bag, only to realize his ink had broken and spilled all over everything, including his pants. Great, now he'd have to go up and change before everything else. He was never going to get his homework into Davenport on time now. Oh well. It wasn't like he'd ever pass her class anyway.

He saw the offered hand, but didn't take it, knowing that smearing the prefect with ink would only get him in bigger trouble. He was already going to get busted for the late homework and probably a detention for making a mess in the Great Hall. "I got it..." he mumbled, trying to wipe up the spilled ink with his sweater covered arm. He had to change anyway, so he might as well make the most of it.

[Henry Lordings Jr.]

"Oh, don't do that, come on." Henry said, tapping the boy with the back of his hand to insist he take it. "Don't worry about the mess, I can clear it away with a wave of my wand, just take my hand and get up."

There was little that truly bothered Henry, and all of the things that did were mentalities and those fanatics who pushed people around for the sake of their ideals. Staining his hands temporarily black with ink was low on the list. Anything that could be fixed by magic in but a moment was nothing to upset yourself about, and so Henry didn't.

"Come on, I'll have to clean it, and you up anyways." Henry continued after a moment. "I can't have you running all over the castle leaving inky footprints. The care-taker would have my head if he found out."

[Tianne Webster-Barrett]

As horrible as it was, Tianne was still frozen. She wished that she could bend down to pick up some of them boys stuff, but for some reason her brain just wasn't connecting to the rest of her body. She watched absent-mindedly as Henry lent down to help the young boy, who was easily recognizable as Jeremy, all the while looking like there was something wrong with her. She admired Henry to be so helpful, he really was in all situations, and Tianne wished that she could be just like him, just like a prefect ought to be.

Shaking her head, as if to rid her mind of thoughts and come back to reality, Tianne smiled at Jeremy. Bending down slightly, Tianne spoke in her sweetest, most genuine voice "Are you okay, Jeremy?" Okay, so it wasn't that great of an accomplishment, she asked a boy if he was okay, but it was a start. "Henry's good at that sort of stuff." She said, playing with the front of her blouse, looking up to catch the boys eye with a smile on her face. She'd have to get that spell off him, god only knows that she'd use it many times.

[Jeremy Taylor]

Jeremy didn't like the older boy hitting him and the Ravenclaw rubbed the top of his own head, getting ink in his hair now. It wasn't that noticeable in the dark mop he had, but it was kind of sticky. He didn't mind that too much either, actually. It was better than being smacked around by seventh years.


"I can do it myself," he lied softly, feeling a little nervous around the older boy. Tianne, though asked him if he was okay and he nodded back, looking at her and frowning before looking over at the Gryffindor prefect. She sounded like she trusted him, but Jeremy wasn't sure. "I promise not to get ink on the floors going up the stairs. I can just go in my socks."

Some other seventh year would probably drag him into the bathroom and dunk his head in the toilet, but then the ink would be out of his hair, right?

[Henry Lordings Jr.]

"Or...you could let me help, and be on time for your classes." Henry suggested in an innocent sort of tone. "I really don't mind helping, and, I don't bite. MAJOR plus side, don't you agree?"

He was a little perplexed as to why the young Ravenclaw was so resistant to getting a bit of help. As it stood, he had ink on almost every article of clothing he was wearing, every item he had in his bag, on his hands, and in his hair; Henry would have asked for help before he dealt with all of that bother.

"Come on, it's no big deal, really..."

[Jeremy Taylor]

"I'm going to be late anyway," Jeremy said, avoiding the older boy's eye. He was also pretty confident that only someone who actually would do something would be the one to say that they didn't.

No, he didn't want any help. He could take care of it just fine by himself. People who helped usually had an ulterior motive and quite often thought the best way to "help" Jeremy was to stuff him in a broom cupboard, give him a wedgie, or steal his stuff and drop it off the Astronomy tower. Nope, Jeremy didn't want or need any help. "I got it. I can do it myself."

[Henry Lordings Jr.]

Henry looked from the boy to Tianne and back again, straitening up slowly as he did so. This was, to Henry, beyond confusing; he had never run into someone so resistant to outside help, and it made him seriously wonder why that was. He understood that some people liked to do everything themselves because of some bizarre sense of pride, but this didn't seem to be that. If he had to guess, Henry would have supposed that this was something more like...distrust. This meant that the boy either had a reason to distrust Henry, or that the boy was, in general, distrusting and cautious about everyone.

Okay, so they didn't know each other. This only meant that Henry had no reason to trust the boy and vice versa. This made Henry think that the thing that was working against his credibility with the boy was a generalized distrust on the boy's part which was directed at anyone and everyone he didn't know. Or maybe it was the same situation directed at older students only, or students in a position of authority only...it could be directed at anyone.

Whatever it was, there was a reason for it, and Henry was curious to find out what that reason was. If it was older students bullying the boy, well, that could be dealt with. If it was prefects bullying him, which Henry sincerely hoped wasn't the case, then that too could be dealt with...

All of these things circled Henry's mind and then were wiped clean; he suddenly realized that he was psychoanalyzing a person he barely knew, and wasn't likely to know well in the near future unless his prefect duties called for it...

"Alright," he said; he had tried, at least. He didn't really feel bad about it, he just felt unsure as to what he should do. "alright, I'll let you handle it then. What's your name, if you don't mind my asking?"