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[color=white][i]Monday, August 24, 2015[/i][/color]
It always took some getting used to, waking up to a sky full of stars. It wasn't uncommon for the Good students to be late to breakfast the first few days of class. It was far too easy to wake up, assume it was the middle of the night, and then go back to sleep. That was rarely a problem for the boys in Dor's dorm, as Noah Andrews was an early riser. He was also incapable of moving around the room without making noise, so he tended to serve as an alarm clock for his roommates. 

As the inevitable bickering between Noah and the others started up, Dorado turned to stare at the stars on the wall, not willing to get up out of bed just yet. The ride on the Peregrine up to the school had been what he'd come to consider as typical. He always enjoyed them as some of the most relaxing days of the year. Still, with all the time to flirt with witches, play some games, and get into arguments over Quidditch and politics, they were far from quiet. The welcoming dinner had been as good as ever, and he'd managed to get acquainted with a few of the newly sorted first years.

The room went quiet once more as Noah exited. Dor knew that if he didn't get up now, he'd drift back to sleep, only to be awakened once more when Noah returned from the lavatory. With a groan, Dor got himself out of bed, then grabbed a robe and his toiletries. The one good side to having Noah wake him up every morning was that at this hour, there were few other guys in the lavatory to complain about his long showers. 

An hour later, Dor was making his way down the spiral staircase for the second time that morning. His thoughts were on breakfast as he descended. He wore the typical boys' uniform for Good. Though he was fond of standing out, the red blazer itself was flashy enough. He stuck to the basic white shirt and grey slacks, focusing more on the fit and ensuring that he looked smart. His tie was where he had fun. He was actually fond of bowties and the fun to be had with them. Exciting patterns and various charms made sure they were never boring. On this particular day though, he had disillusioned his bowtie. It was a fun habit he'd gotten into the previous year. In fact, once his teachers had grown accustomed to it, he'd taken advantage of it, and gone without a tie entirely for a few days. His brilliant idea had been ruined when some of the other students started doing the same and the teachers caught on.

There were a few students scattered about the Den occupying their tasks in various ways. Some were reading before class, others comparing class schedules, and others still writing letters to release into the stars. Dor rolled his eyes at the last ones. It was a normal sight to see of course, and a lot of his friends liked to start off the year with a note for the stars. Dor didn't see the point, and to be honest had grown tired of the whole star thing early on in his first year. Sure the night sky was nice to look at, but he'd had a bit too much of it. Despite how silly he found the practice, even he couldn't say there wasn't a note or two written by his own hand floating about out there.

The walk through Salem Witches' Institute down to the Great Hall was quicker than ever, in particular thanks to a shortcut commonly used by students coming out of Good Parlor. The school looked the same as always. The same statues, the same paintings, the same pillars and arches, the same layout for the most part. While the familiarity of the place could get boring, it was a second home and and also a place of opportunity. With only two years left at the school, Dor knew he had to make the most of his time.

It was not until Dor actually entered the Great Hall and saw all the other students eating breakfast that he felt the school year had really begun. Something about that first meal before classes always felt like the real start, or at least the real lead-up. The warm up before a workout, the moment right before a dive, the separating of ingredients before a potion, the hype before a big game. There was a certain energy in the Hall and he loved it. 

It was later in the morning and so there were now small lines in front of the three heads of houses. Dor stood behind Lavinia Page, one of the reserve Chasers on the Good Quidditch team. He chatted amiably with the seventh year girl, discussing their summers and the upcoming season. The line didn't move forward as efficiently as it could have, what with Conall finding it necessary to insult every other student. It was much faster than the Tituba line, however, as Conall had no delay in matching face to name to schedule. Dor was just offering to help Lavinia practice before tryouts when she reached the front of the line. 

"Goldfish, if you really need to use practice as an excuse to trick a girl into spending time with you, you really are hopeless. Now stop embarrassing yourself for two seconds so I can give her her schedule. And please mop up all that drool."

Professor Cronus Conall. Easily his least favorite teacher. For a man who taught such an important subject, Dor couldn't understand how he could afford to be so apathetic. Dor doubted there would be any effort by him or any change in their lessons to address the recent events. Just more of the same. There were few students that actually liked Conall. Yet some girls, and a few boys, seemed to have a thing for him. To his displeasure, Dor had had it pointed out to him that those same girls were some of the ones more responsive to his own charms. 

"Here you go. I just can't wait to see how much of my class time you take up this year." Conall handed Dor his schedule then dismissed him casually and moved on to finding the schedule for an anxious second year boy.

With his schedule in hand, Dor finally sat down at the Good table with a few of his teammates and began to pile food on his plate. Eggs, bacon, pancakes, some fruit, breakfast was easily his favorite meal of the day. Looking over his schedule as some of the his teammates discussed the upcoming season, his attention was drawn to the Tituba table. Sitting there directly in front of him was of course, Cassandre. The girl was impossible to ignore, and the effect she had on him had become less a distraction and more an annoyance. To no one's surprise Emily Geralds sat right next to her. A smirk crossed Dor's face at the sight of the girl.

She was a source of constant amusement, annoyance, and confusion. They said she had a crush on him, whoever "they" was. And with all her denial and attention to him it had to be true. The girl stubbornly refused to admit it though, so there was no point in bothering. His efforts were best spent on other girls. Teasing the girl had become a bit of a guilty pleasure for Dor, however, and he couldn't help but get drawn into conversations with her that inevitably led to bickering. He didn't want to start off his day that way though (especially with Muggle Studies first thing in the morning), so he turned his attention to Quidditch.[/color]