Great Hall - Early Morning

The sunrise was hard on his eyes as he stepped into the Great Hall. Not to say the light filtered through castle windows wasn't bright enough, but the stupid ceiling always felt the need to make the students feel like they were outdoors. And as lovely as that was-- Remus loved being outside-- at this hour of the morning, it was at that ungodly angle that set a sharp glare on everything. Of course, this probably didn't affect other people as much as the werewolf, for even in his human shape his senses were sharper than most. Though it didn't help he that he hadn't had a good night's rest, either. The Full Moon was coming, and it was starting to play with his internal clock.

Lifting a hand to shield his eyes against the enchanted roof and tipping his head down so his bangs might help some, he trudged over towards the Gryffindor table, intent on a cup of coffee. Or tea. Depending on whichever was closest when he sat down. He didn't look up as he went, letting his feet carry him to where he needed to go. After so many years, it wasn't so hard. He was sure he could sleep walk down to the Gryffindor table if it came down to it. Though, come to think of it, he was pretty sure he had done that before.

Slytherin Common Room

Severus sat in a chair by the fire, reading a potions text. He had spent the last hour trying to figure out a way to get back at James Potter and his cohorts. So far, all he had come up with was getting Lily to be his parter at the Yule Ball. And he wasn't so sure she'd agree.

"Back to the drawing board..."

Gryffindor Common Room

Amelia walked into the common room from her room where it was getting a bit noisy. She wasn't sure the common room would be any better, but she might as well try. She took a seat by the fire and tried reading her book. Crossed her legs at the ankle like a 'proper lady', she found her place in the book and started reading.  It seemed unusually quiet, but she wasn't going to complain.  

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Gryffindor Common Room

Sirius sat on his bed, idly strumming his beat-up guitar. It had been a birthday present from the other guys, and he found that playing helped him think. He began to humming under his breath as he contemplated his next prank. Things were beginning to grow boring around here, and someone needed to do something about it. That someone was him.