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[i][color=orange]Monday, August 24, 2015[/color][/i]

[color=gray]Waking up in the Good Dormitory for the first time was always a good feeling for Ariadne. Although she dreaded the idea of going back to school, knowing that she was back at Salem comforted her. And though she wasn't a morning person, Ariadne always seemed to wake up hours before she needed to on the first day of classes. This year was no exception for at exactly 3:50, Ariadne's curious blue eyes were open and staring up at the twinkling stars that decorated the Good House. On this particular morning, it felt as though those little lights were whispering to her, "[i]Good morning, Addie![/i]" A smile touched her lips for a moment before she remembered exactly [i]what[/i] day it was, and a quiet groan escaped her immediately after. Why, oh, [i]why[/i] does this happen [i]every damn year[/i]?

She had closed her eyes in an ill attempt to get a little more sleep but when her brain refused to quiet down, Ariadne sat up with a sigh. If only she could take back time and give herself one more day to revel in the glorious joy when the first day of school did not exist. She looked around the dorm room only to find that most of the girls were till sound asleep; even Aella, her best friend, was snoozing quietly in the bed closest to Ariadne. Made sense though, considering the fact that neither of them were particularly keen to mornings. Nevertheless, Ariadne tiptoed around to the front of her bed, opening the chest that sat there to grab her toiletries and uniform before heading to the Good Lavatories for a quick shower. After all, if she was going to be awake at such an ungodly hour she might as well take advantage of it.

Once Ariadne was done showering and drying up she changed into her school uniform. White button up, red cardigan, black shirt, black tights, black shoes...same thing, different year. She could either be very quirky or very simple when it came to her style but Ariadne never put much effort into her uniform. With the exception of the cute cat stud earrings she had put in, she looked just like every other girl in the Good House. You know, minus the curly, bright red hair she was forced to pull back into two low pig-tails. Ariadne had learned a long time ago that it was better to let her hair do its own thing rather than fight it with a brush (or any kind of spell.)

Around 5:15, the school slowly came to life around Ariadne as she made her way to the Great Hall. It always fascinated her how the school seemed to have a mind of its own, but it all made sense when you thought of all the magic that must vibrate through every wall, nook, and cranny. A few of the statues either waved at her or eyed her with irritation for disrupting their slumber, and she watched from inside as the sun slowly made its way up into the sky. It cast such a beautiful glow through the spotless windows that Ariadne had to stop for a moment to take in the sight. She let a smile grow upon her face, for even though her eyelids were still a bit heavy, she truly felt at ease for a few moments. The familiarity of the school she had been attending for 6 years comforted her in a way that nothing else could. It was a second home for her, even if she mostly hid in her own little world for the most part. Even the stress of school work was not enough to make her hate it, not even a little bit. 

And then several other students passed by her on their way to the Great Hall, and Ariadne had to snap back into reality. She sighed and continued on her way as her stomach growled even louder. If there was one thing that made mornings a little easier at Salem, it was the delicious food served for breakfast (and dinner, actually.) She breathed a sigh of relief once she made it to the Great Hall. Not many students were around [i]quite[/i] yet, and that was just fine with Ariadne. She normally preferred to be left alone and would quickly scamper away to another location once she had filled her belly up. But first, she had to get her schedule, which meant that she would actually have to interact with one of her least favorite professors, Cronus Conall. 

As she approached the raised platform that was the teachers' table, Ariadne had to fight a grimace. Now she really liked a lot of her teachers, but there were a few, like Conall, that she detested on most days. Seeing them all together, even the ones she liked, made her chest tighten slightly as quick flows of anxiety began to flow through her. Oh, how she dreaded this part of the first day. She would much rather prefer they just [i]send[/i] their schedules in the mail. Anything else, really, would do.

She tentatively stepped toward Professor Conall, expecting him to look up and notice her. But instead he was picking at something between his nails. She cleared her throat, maybe a little louder than she had intended, and Conall looked up. Her cheeks heated up slightly as he raised his eyebrows at her.

"Morning, sir. Could I please get my, uh, schedule?" Ariadne smiled weakly. 

He flashed a toothy smile at her.

"Ah, the witch with the red hair is up early this morning!" He bellowed. "I suppose you can."

Ariadne's cheeks heated up a little. It made her feel insecure to have attention brought to her but she tried her best not to let it show. Conall handed her her schedule and then shooed her away, thankfully. Sitting down at the Good table, she could hear him calling out another present student to come get their schedule, using a funny little nickname that made other students snicker. At least she hadn't been subjected to [i]that[/i] this morning. 

Scanning the paper, her shoulders slumped with disappointment. Muggle Studies as her first period? She only hoped she wouldn't fall asleep during the class. Not that it was really all that hard but it was quite a bore to listen to Professor Sander lecture. Ariadne wondered if Aella, or any of the few friends she had, would be in any of her classes today. She would have to wait to find out though because as soon as she had eaten breakfast, Ariadne silently slipped out of the Great Hall to spend the rest of her time before first period in the Courtyard. [/color]