[i]Dor always hated this part of the trip to school the most. He stood before the ridiculously long bridge over the seemingly bottomless chasm. Far on the other side, he could just see Salem Witch's Institute. He wondered why it was even necessary to take the bridge. Surely it'd be easier to just fly across on his broom. With a sigh, he began the walk across the bridge. "What do you have planned for this year, Dorado?" Nebula, his mother's dog was suddenly at his side walking with him. Of course he only liked for family to call him Dorado. It only made sense that Nebula should be able to call him that. But why was she talking?[/i] Unless this was... [i]Suddenly, a herd of jackalopes in various sizes began running across the bridge, and caught up in the stampede he could do nothing but run alongside them. Though they were bounding along quickly, it was easier to keep up with them than he would have expected. In no time at all, they were across the bridge and to the front doors of the school. Walking up, he attempted to open one but found that it refused to budge. He looked around, and noticed once more that none of his friends were around. Only then did he hear a voice...[/i]

"Doradooo! Wake up! We need the golden boy to come save us all from what IDIOTS we all are!"

Dor groaned, recognizing Danny's attempt at making his deep voice sound like a high-pitched damsel in distress. It was too early. He should not need to get up right now. No, he actually didn't need to get up right now. "Go away Danny... I've got one day of sleeping in left and I don't wanna waste it." Without opening his eyes, he turned away from the voice, pulling a blanket over his head. He heard a low chuckle and mutter. The next thing he knew, there was bright flash and a pop. His blankets flew across the small room and he was thrown to the floor. The blinds rocketed upwards and Dor was left on the floor, facing the ceiling with sunlight streaming in through the window onto his face. He groaned once more as Danny burst into laughter, wand gripped in one hand, his other hand clutching his stomach. His guffaws were interrupted by a loud belch, which only made him resume laughing even more forcefully. 

Dor sighed, then rubbed his eyes as he stood up off the floor. "You better hope-" Dor's own speech was interrupted by a burp of his own, which of course set Danny off again. He had a tendency to have overly long and exaggerated fits of laughter. Dor couldn't help but laugh himself. "Damn, how much of that stuff did we have?" The previous day had marked the pickup of the final member of Good's quidditch team. With all three houses' returning players fully accounted for, they had put together a Quidditch pong tournament. A combination of the muggle game of beer pong and Quidditch, it was immensely complicated and a lot of fun. Of course all members of the Quidditch team were respectful, well-behaving, rule-abiding students, and even if they did manage to get any beer they'd never make it available to the younger members of the team. Instead, every year the current Quidditch Cup champions were charged with choosing a non-alcholic but fun substitute. Tituba's team captain had chosen carbonated water with belching powder mixed in. It had made for an uproarious night. Of course they'd had so much of that unholy combination that Dor expected the effects to linger most of the day. While Warren had taken last night's tournament, Dor was confident the actual Quidditch Cup would go to Good this year... which gave him a year to choose next year's drink.

Danny was a friend of Dor's in Good and his teammate. Short and stocky, the seventh year made for an excellent Beater. He was a Muggleborn wizard, but had grasped American wizard culture faster than anyone else Dor had ever met. The two had instantly hit it off when Danny helped Dor find a classroom in his first year, finding they had many common interests. When Dor got on the Quidditch team it only solidified their friendship. 

"Anyway, we just picked up Florida," Danny said once they had both stopped laughing. "Tomb's already getting filled up... There'll probably be food soon. It's the last day and night with our own rooms. Don't let it go to waste." He then added in a sing-songy voice, "I know I'm noooot..." Danny gave him a quick wink then left his room, presumably to the Tomb. 

Dor was left in his room, and in the sudden quiet he could make out the sounds of the Pegerine and the people in it. He could vaguely make out the muffled voices of Mercury and Pluto coming out of a speaker a few rooms over. He stretched his arms once more. Despite his earlier protests, now that he was awake he was pretty sure he wouldn't be able to get back to sleep if he tried. A small burp escaped his lips as he slipped on pair of basketball shorts and a t-shirt. He made his way downstairs, curious as to what this morning had to offer.