"OH, BLOODY HELL," Thump.
"Well, Kyle's up," said Ginny Weasley with a light smirk on her face. She and the other occupants of the common room casually glanced towards the girl's staircase as a blur of clothes came flying down them.
"Why in the hell didn't anyone wake me? What great bloody mates you lot are," complained Kyle Avery as she tugged and brushed her uniform she had quickly tossed on in her mad hurry. Her straight, dark brown hair was in disarray all over her shoulders and her green eyes were bleary from sleep. A slight line creased her brow as she frowned at her housemates all staring at her laughing.
…"It's Saturday isn't it?"
"Sorry, love."
"Don't love me, Weasley. Just for all of this, this horrible early Saturday morning wake up, I SHOULD be sleeping, damnit, you shall just have to accompany me to breakfast early and serve me whatever I wish."
"Well, if you were ever on time to any of your lessons then maybe you would be able to sleep in on your weekends, Kyle" piped Hermione Granger from her seat between Harry Potter and Ron Weasley on the Gryffindor couch.
"And maybe if you would mind your own, bloody business, Granger, people wouldn't think you had an enormously long pole shoved up your.."
"Oi! Chill, Avery," Seamus interrupted.
"You can't really blame me. It's only 9 o clock, she shouldn't be allowed to speak to me so early," Kyle sneered.
Ginny jumped up and linked arms with the irritated brunette and linked arms, dragging her through the portrait hole towards the Great Hall.
Kyle sluggishly sat at her usual place on the end of the table nearest the door and promptly threw her face onto her empty plate.
"Coffee…" she moaned towards Ginny who only snorted and threw toast in response.
"Get it yourself, idiot."
"…I hate you."
After three cups of coffee and five bowls of oatmeal later, Kyle was wide awake and bouncing.
"Let's play quidditch."
Those within hearing range turned and stared.
"Avery, it's bloody snowing outside, you know that fluffy white stuff that falls from the sky when it's cold outside?" Ron said sarcastically.
"Puss. Silly, Gryffindor boys. Ginny. I'm sorry, but I'm going to have to ask you to join me and my secret best friend for a gory match of quidditch."
"And who's this secret best friend of yours?" Ginny said with a large grin on her face.
"OI! Zambini?!" Kyle shouted across the Great Hall.
An attractive olive toned boy with high cheek bones and dark hair glanced up from his deep conversation with Draco Malfoy with a raised eyebrow at the tiny, loud girl.
"You. Me. Hot. Sweaty. Broomsticks." She yelled with a large grin on her face.
Blaise simply shrugged and motioned for Draco to join him.
Rubbing her hands together in glee, "Let the games begin."
It's a start. I'm pretty tired. Might update again tonight though. If its wanted?
xxxxFTLOV