Robyn's day started out normal like any other morning. Waking up in the spacious boy's dormitory in the Ravenclaw Tower, he yawned and stretched widely. Throwing back the navy blue duvet of his four-poster bed he swung his legs over the side and slipped his feet into the pair of slippers that awaited there. Looking around he found himself to be the first awake, not unhappily so either. It was a Saturday which meant that there were no classes for anyone to be making their way to, so many of the hardworking, usually overworked, Ravenclaws were having well earned lie ins.
Standing he made his way around the room making as little noise as possible. Entering the adjoined bathroom he looked into one of the many mirrors that hung over the multiple wash-basins that stood in the room. The reflection that stared back at him was of a boy, slightly short for his age, skinny and pale. The hair of the boy was a mess and was seemingly un-tameable, but none the less Robyn reached up a hand, watching his reflection as he did so, and combed his fingers through his hair. Wincing as his fingers snagged the knots that had twisted themselves into his hair he rolled his eyes and sighed.
Turning away from the mirror he reached into his pocket for his wand, finding it to not be on his persons he rolled his eyes at himself once again as he realised he was still wearing his sleeping clothes. Said clothes consisted of a plain white t-shirt and shorts to match. Turning he made his way back into the dormitory and collected his wand and his toiletries he looked around at the sleeping boys and gave a half smile at how peaceful the usually out-casted and mocked Ravenclaw boys were. Thinking about this he re-entered the bathroom and placed his towel over the door to one of the showers.
Turning back to the door to the dorm, he pointed his wand and whispered, "Silencio," before entering the shower cubicle and stowing his wand on the shelf that was so usefully attached to the door. The spell would stop the noise of his shower from leaving the room and disturbing the others. Just because he rose early, did not mean the others had too.
Showering quickly, Robyn relished the feeling of the hot water splashing down on him. Knowing that it would be over soon he felt sad. He'd never liked germs and many had claimed he had OCD because he cleaned everything so thoroughly. Having never renounced these claims Robyn secretly loved the fact that there were several cleaning spells to his knowledge and made good use of each of them.
Once he was done, Robyn shut of the shower and dried himself by use of his wand, forgetting about the towel that was hanging there. Once he was dry he took the towel and wrapped it around himself before stepping from the cubicle into the cold, frosty air of the mid-October morning. Pointing his wand towards the dormitory he summoned his clothes, opting for his school uniform rather than casuals, he'd been mocked for this by Slytherins and Gryffindors alike, but he didn't care. He liked to look and feel presentable and though his casual clothes were both respectable and presentable he still preferred his school robes. Quickly donning said garments he made his way out of the bathroom.
Leaving his towel and other toiletries at the end of his bed to be dealt with another time he snatched up his bag and left the room.
Descending the stairs and entering the common room he looked around and saw several people milling around talking or reading. Many having just woken up had come down in their pyjamas and nightgowns. Shuddering Robyn wondered how they so willingly allowed themselves to be seen in such an unpreventable way. As he thought this another thought crossed his mind, if they were still wearing their nightclothes they had not yet washed, this disgusted him.
"Hey Robyn!" a voice called from the direction of the door. Robyn's head snapped in the direction of the sound and saw Michael. Smiling gently he wondered how long the young boy had been awake. Seeing the boy made Robyn happy as it meant that he did not have to eat breakfast alone he began to walk over.
As he did so, he stopped in front of the marble statue of Rowena Ravenclaw and bowed his head, "Good morning Rowena," he whispered to the statue. Many people had noticed him doing this in the past; it was one of the reasons that many attributed him with OCD because he preformed this greeting every morning that he was at Hogwarts, for the last five years. Seeing Michael in his peripheral vision come to stand next to him he smiled gently, though the boy didn't share his routine he had never quizzed him about it, but rather just accepted it as a part of who Robyn was.
"Are you done?" Michael asked impatiently, "I'm hungry," said the fourth-year, his point was proven by the large growl that emitted from his stomach. Laughing Robyn nodded and turned towards the door.
"Yes," he replied, "I am done, let's go eat." Walking towards the door to the door that would allow them to exit he pushed it open and allowed Michael to step out before him. Stepping out himself he turned and watched the door close behind him and nodded lightly to himself. Hefting his bag onto his shoulder he patted his wand pocket and confirmed his wand was there. Smiling as he saw an impatient Michael tapping his foot he began to walk.