The next day Gregory was exhausted when he stumbled out of bed and made his way to the private bathroom. He had stayed up to the wee hours of the morning waiting for the storm to pass them by. Even though the doors to the main study room had been closed, water from the rain had started seeping through from under the doors and ruining the hallway rug. So in a mad dash to save the rest of the dorm from further damage he, and other adults and volunteers from the dorm, quickly rolled up the rug and soaked up as much water they could that leaked into the hall with some old towels. But since there was no place to put the towels once they were wet or even ring them out, they had simply tossed them outside until the storm passed. It had been after midnight before the wind and rain ceased, and by that time he and everyone else was too tired to move. He had sent everyone to bed with the instructions that they would begin the cleanup in the morning.

Of course, now that the faint rays of dawn were beginning to be seen over the horizon he was regretting his decision. Outside everything looked crisp and fresh and clean, the only evidence of the storm was several uprooted trees that hadn't been seen during the night. Everything looked as if it were going to be a lovely day. Still, he forced himself into the bathroom room for a very quick shower. He didn't even have to undress himself which saved time. After last night he had simply stripped naked and landed on the bed, barely covering himself with a blanket to stay warm. He had slept very soundly which was a blessing for his poor worn out body. But the sound sleep did nothing to help his aching muscles; he was not used to so much physical activity.

Once done with the shower he hurried to get dressed and pulled a clean cloak over himself before he left his room. He had briefly looked himself over in the mirror and saw that dark circles were under his eyes from his exhaustion, but otherwise he looked no different from any other day. The realization that his normal face always looked sleep deprived brought a small smile to his face. He did have a strange sense of humor after all. Once he started going down the stairs he heard the doors to the dormitory being pushed open and the sounds of many feet and the murmuring of voices followed the footsteps. He reached the lobby very quickly and stared wide eyed at the people pouring into the Violet House.

They were all adults and all of them men and from the look of them they were laborers of some kind. They all looked determined, and many were carrying tool boxes with them while others were slowly coming in carrying lengths of wood. Mentally Gregory kicked himself, of course they would send people to help restore the house, it was a prestigious school and they would not sit idly by while one of the student dorms was badly damaged. Behind the men came the other members of the P4, Edgar, Lawrence, and Herman. He nodded in greeting and met them at the entrance to the house, moving aside so still more men could make their way inside. He glanced at all these people uneasily, so many people he did not know coming into the dorm was making him wary, even if they all had the best of intentions.

Herman suddenly clapped him on the back and he jumped involuntarily from the contact. "So how are you holding up then, Gregory? Quite a fiasco last night wasn't it?" Herman asked as he walked further in and sat on the staircase. Violet only nodded from under his cowl. "It was all too troublesome; I'm worried that the main study area will be completely ruined." Edgar then walked over the staircase and dramatically posed against it, it seemed that in the young man's mind he was always the star in his own play. Not that Gregory faulted him for it, he was certain that if he was as rich and attractive as Edgar he might act he same way. Thankfully that was not the case. Edgar sighed and looked to the end of the hallway where the study room had been. "It's such a dreadful thing to have happened Gregory, all that commotion and destruction because of one single storm! At least no one was seriously injured from it, so thank heaven for small blessings?"

Violet merely shrugged while not looking at anything in particular. He didn't like being the center of attention for any extended amount of time; it was a wonder that he was ever made a prefect anyway. Lawrence scowled and pushed his glasses further up the bridge of his nose as he watched the workers still filtering in. "I hope these men know what they're doing. There certainly are a lot of them for one broken window, don't you think?" Violet looked up at him and shook his head. "It's not just the window that was destroyed; the whole room is probably going to need to be gutted. The wood will be all warped from the rain and even all the books will need to be replaced." He felt a sinking feeling in his chest from the thought of the damage. At least everything could be replaced, and the school was certainly not short on money so it wasn't an issue of monetary value. It was just the sheer nuisance of it that bothered him, that and the fact that he would have to deal with people coming in and out of the dorm until everything was completed. It could take weeks to get everything done or perhaps even longer. The thought was enough to make his shudder, and he pulled his cloak tighter around him as if it could shield him.

Edgar suddenly clapped his hands together and the sound made them all look at him expectantly. "Right then, seeing as how we will just be in the way here, what say we all go about getting some breakfast, eh? I for one am famished and could with the meal, Gregory I am sure you feel the same." He nodded at Edgar, and it was true, his stomach was desperate for food but he had been ignoring the growling in his stomach until now. Since there seemed to be nothing he could do now until the workers assessed the damage he might as well get something to eat, there would be plenty of time to deal with all the unpleasantness later. "I think that might be the best idea for now anyway," he said in agreement. And with that they all left Violet house and went in search of breakfast.