Chapter 3 here as demanded for by PeachySmoothies. This is kinda my revision for an English exam I have soon. They haven't given us anything to revise with but I think this'll probably help. From the computer of a very tired, very bored AOR.

Breakfast was always served at 7 am but everyone had to be awake and dressed by 6 for a dorm inspection. Everytime Darling, in his pajamas opened the curtains (I always knew it was him; he was always awake first. Git) and the light streamed directly into my eyes (Disadvantages of getting the bed next to the window. But in the summer when we had the window open, I was always the coolest.), I always awoke with a groan. Today, even though this all happened, I was slightly curious. Would George wake early or sleep in and get into trouble? I was disappointed when I saw him awake but my curiosity was not extinguished. He wasn't blinking tiredly or rubbing his eyes like everyone else in the room. He was smiling perkily but there were bags under his eyes. I felt stupid for not making any connection at that point at all but it really was too early for rational thought. I sighed, got up and grabbed my clothes for the shower. George didn't follow. I saw he was already dressed.

"Did you get a shower?" I asked.

He nodded firmly. "I always do."

"I didn't hear you." Percy mused.

"Me neither." Melchett replied, kicking a groaning Flashheart on the arm, which trailed on the floor, to wake him up. Flash was usually up all night studying. He was quite clever for someone who never paid attention in anything. "Darling, did you?"

"I did actually. Everyone was asleep but me and George."

"Why were you awake then?" My eyes flicked between the two early birds.

"I live in the country." George answered. "I always get up early. Force of a habit."

"And you know me Blackadder, I just do."

"You guys better hurry up; we do actually have lessons today!" Percy sighed.

"What are we doing?" George asked perkily. I groaned at his enthusiasm and pulled my timetable out of my blazer pocket. I handed it to him and sauntered into the shower.

The Breakfast Hall, as always, was loud and full of people. Each dormitory had its own table. Ours, Cambell, was right next to Heath, the smallest girl's dorm. It consisted of some strange characters. There was the over excitable but very pretty Elizabeth, or Queeine as we all called her, Queenie's lackey Bernard who was a small dumpy girl who was slightly scary, a soppy girly-girl named Amy and Kate, who everyone called Bob for some reason. No one was really sure why. She didn't even look like a boy. She was just... there weren't really any words to describe her. She was pretty; no doubt about that. But she was plain and a little boring. I greeted them as I always did.

"Morning, my ladies."

They turned and stared at me, giggling.

"Good Morning Edmund. Who's your new friend?" They peered over my shoulder at George who was staring round at all the people in awe. For an upper-class boy, he did seem a little out of place. I put an arm around the taller boy and steered him towards the girls.

"This is George. George, these are the girls. Queeine, Bernard, Amy and Kate." I announced.

"Hello." He whispered shyly.

Queenie stared at him, struggling to remember something. The penny dropped and her face lit up. "You're the one with the funny surname!" The other girls tittered at the memory whilst George went scarlet in embarrassment.

"Don't diss him, girls." I said defensively. George sat down and looked up at me.

"Do we have to do anything before...?"

I shook my head. "No. Go on. You can eat."

George smiled, clamped his hands together and shut his eyes, muttering something inaudible.

"What are you doing?" Melchett asked.

"I'm saying Grace." Melchett looked confused.

"He's praying to God." Darling replied, sighing.

"Really?" Flash asked, interested. "Last thing I heard, he started praying to me!" He stood up on the bench aligned against the table and thrust his pelvis forward. "WOOF WOOF!" He barked. The girls tittered. George looked surprised. Everyone turned to look at him.

"You're Christian."

"Yup. Always have been always will."

"Cool." I munched my cereal thoughtfully. George lightly buttered some toast and nibbled it in silence.