[b]Slytherin 5th Year Boys' Dorm[/b]
[b]6:39 AM[/b]
[b]Anthony Stuart[/b]

Anthony scowled into the mirror in the bathroom as he carefully untangled his long, girly blonde hair. He could have and should have cut it years ago, but every time he visited his mother she commented on how handsome and fetching it was for a pureblood of his caliber to have such a style and put him off the idea. Still, when he was forced to wake up at half past five in the morning just to have enough time to deal with it and [i]even then[/i] having the occasional 'off-day', like today, where it was just unmanageable...

The first lesson had to be Care of Magical Creatures, too. Merlin, life must [i]hate[/i] him.

Putting down his silver hairbrush (an antique!), he tapped his wand on the back of his head to bring his hair into a neat ponytail and sighed at the sudden loss of a reason to complain. Straightening his tie, smoothing down his vest and tucking a few errant blonde locks behind his ear, he wandered outside, picking up his satchel off his bed on the way there.

An irritated grumble sounded out from one of his roommates. “'Bout time, Stuart.”

Acting as if he ignored it, his eyebrows twitched as if they were about to furrow together – if he wasn't already later than usual he would have turned around and jinxed the other teenager's legs together or something equally infuriating. As it was, he headed down to the Great Hall gnawing on his lip, a better alternative to pouting.

Just as he thought there was nothing he could face that could possibly put him in a worse mood, he caught sight of the Slytherin table. Like the icing on an awful, awful cake, one of the few students – a sixth year, if he remembered correctly – looked like a scruffy waste of space with unruly hair and wearing a [i]t-shirt[/i] of all things. A shame on Slytherin's name, or something to that effect. Sitting down opposite the boy whose name he thought might be David, he managed a pained smile at him then pointedly looked down at his own plate to avoid glaring.

Actually saying anything would be impolite, after all.