The two of them descended the tower and walked through several corridors in silence. Making their way to the grand-staircase the passed a few people, none of which spoke. They were Ravenclaws, why would anyone want to speak with them? The general consensus on Ravenclaws was that they were self-respecting, stuck up smartasses that thought everyone else was below them. Of course this wasn't true; Ravenclaws although being a very clever bunch of students with an abundance of knowledge and wit, were able to respect students from all of the other houses for their own attributes. Chivalrous Gryffindors and their bravery, just Hufflepuff for their loyalty to their friends and classmates and even the cunning Slytherins for their ambition, yes each house was well respected in the eyes of a Ravenclaw. Each house held something unique that allowed the school to function without peril.

After they'd navigated themselves to the first floor without hazard they then set off towards the Great-Hall in search of breakfast. Looking at his watch Robyn saw that it was only eight o'clock in the morning; he smiled gently and looked around the Great-Hall. There were very few students here at this time, meaning they had plenty of choice about where they would like to sit. Picking a seat near to the teacher's table Robyn noticed that quite a few of the teachers were absent, not that he blamed them, but there were usually more teachers than Professor Flitwick, Professor Dumbledore and Professor Snape at the table by this time. Shrugging gently he turned and sat, watching his friend Michael as the boy also sat opposite him.

Helping themselves to what they wanted, the two boys ate and were quickly done with breakfast. Michael, never wanting to sit in one place for longer than he had to, started fidgeting and getting restless. Robyn, picking up on these signs looked at the boy and asked, "So Michael, what have you got planned for the day?" the younger of the two seemed to be taken back by the question and thought about it for a moment before replying.

"Well, I wanted to practice flying." Robyn nodded at this; he'd taken note that the boy was an excellent flier and had been trying to make the house team since he was a second-year. Though he had a broom, Robyn himself had never had an interest in trying out for the team. Sports wasn't something he found interesting, sure he attended all of the Quidditch matches throughout the school year, but that was mostly just to show support to his team colours.

"I'm sure you could spend some time flying," he confirmed, "What else? I know you must have a ton of things to do," One of the reasons Robyn liked Michael was that the boy was totally unorganised and had no structure at all, not in Robyn's eyes that is, Robyn liked to take the time to organise Michael's daily adventures so that he could get through them all in one day.

"Well, I need to practice duelling, finish that essay for Snape," Michael paused and glared at said teacher. "I need to study for the charms test on Monday and I think that's it..." The boy finished, looking expectantly at Robyn he grinned.

"Would you like me to accompany you today?" Robyn asked, knowing the answer would be yes, Michael had waited for him in the common room and usually people don't wait for someone unless they plan to spend time with them. Michael nodded vigorously and grinned. "Ok," Robyn said glancing at his watch, "It's nine o'clock, so fun stuff out of the way first?" He asked as he stood, picking his bag up after him. Michael also stood and nodded. "Fine, you go and find a nice empty space on the grounds for duelling and I'll grab the brooms for later." Michael didn't need telling twice, Robyn watched as his friend turned and began to jog down the hall and through the giant sized doors.

Turning towards the teachers table he walked slowly in the direction of Professor Snape, it wasn't that Snape bothered him like he bothered the younger students, no Robyn found Snape to be a vastly intelligent man with short patience for dim-witted people. Robyn could relate, he didn't get along with people that were not academically inclined, but he could tolerate them, unlike Snape. No the reason he walked slowly was because it was still early and he didn't want to give reason for a grumpy potions master to take house-points from Ravenclaw.

Reaching the table he stood a respectful distance away from the man and spoke casually, "Professor Snape, sir. I wondered if I could hand my potions essay in to you now? I know it's not due for another week, but..." Robyn left the sentence hanging not really having a good enough reason for completing a three rolls of parchment essay a week early. Waiting silently he did not feel nervous or even slightly put out when Snape looked up from what he was eating to give Robyn the usually blank stare that un-nerved most people.

Both student and teacher stared at each other for several moments before Snape nodded at the clear space beside his plate. Taking his bag gently from his shoulder and taking out four and half rolls of parchment he placed them in the space indicated before re-shouldering the bag he looked at Snape once again. "Thank you sir," Robyn was poised to go when he saw the corner of Snape's mouth twitch into a hint of a smile, or possibly a smirk, it was hard to tell.

"The assignment was only three rolls of parchment, you've handed me four." Snape spoke slowly, like it pained him to be civil to a student.

"I know. I'm sorry sir I couldn't help myself. There was just so much that I had to say on the subject." Robyn replied evenly. He saw that Dumbledore seemed to have taken an interest in their discussion and was obviously listening to them.

"You remind me of one of the younger students, Miss Granger of Gryffindor house, are you related?" Snape asked his tone unfailing from his usual cold drawl.

"No sir, I can't say I've even heard of her." Roby replied. Looking back at Snape unwaveringly, he noticed that Dumbledore had picked up his assignment.

"Now Severus," Spoke the wise old man, "I'm sure the boy just wanted to show his knowledge for the subject." Robyn flinched, feeling that he was inadvertently being called a know it all he sighed inwardly. "Oh no, not at all my boy," Said Dumbledore, seeming to pick up on Robyn's inward frustration. "I think you were trying to be quite thorough. That's a good thing." The headmaster's eyes twinkled in the early morning sunlight, Robyn gave an embarrassed grin.

"Yes sir," he nodded, "I like potions, it is an incredible subject," admittedly if he hadn't been talking to Professor Dumbledore he'd have never admitted it out loud. Watching both Snape and Dumbledore now it was Snape who spoke next.

"Very well, ten points to Ravenclaw for handing it in on time and doing more than required of you, an extra ten pending on how well your essay reads." Snape said in his usual tone. Robyn would have clapped or punched the air had he been in different company, but as it were. "You may go," finished Snape as he went back to his food.

"Professor Snape, Professor Dumbledore," Robyn gave a half bow and saw Dumbledore incline his head, "A good day to each of you." And with that Robyn turned and made his way to the back of the Great- Hall and exited into the Entrance Hall.

Pausing for a moment he thought about what had just happened, grinning to himself as he realised he'd just earned Ravenclaw house ten house-points at nine o'clock in the morning, on a Saturday and from Snape no less, with an extra ten pending on how good his essay was in the potion master's eyes. Suddenly Robyn began to fret about how good his essay was and tried to recall if he'd wrote everything like he thought he had or whether he'd made a mess of it. Wondering if he should go and ask Snape for it back he closed his eyes for a moment, no, he was a Ravenclaw, he was intelligent, thorough and proud. He wouldn't let Snape's dislikeable reputation get to him.

With that he proceeded across the Entrance-Hall to the broom cupboard.