[center] [img]https://fontmeme.net/permalink/190420/50c7cdd0b0d3c9f4cce4f435e6afc33b.png[/img] [i]– House Bestia Tower / Cafeteria A –[/i] [/center] Silas simply chuckled as Alistair charged out of the room. He wheeled around to give his roommate a nice, hearty pat on the back. [color=9fe22b]”Mornin’, Alistair! Where's the fire, buddy? Afraid they'll run out of food?"[/color] Silas brushed a small tuft of cat hair from his roommate's sleeve and produced a genuine grin before continuing on his stroll to the cafeteria. His stomach growled rather loudly as he exited the Bestia hallway into the Great Room. [color=9fe22b]"Heh…maybe I'm the one who's afraid they'll run out..."[/color] He was extremely hungry, as he was for pretty much every meal. Silas loved to eat, to put it very lightly, and it was an absolute wonder that he wasn't as big as a house with the way he piled his plates. As he was leaving the building, he spotted Odhra, who was also making his way to the cafeteria. Silas wasn't afraid of insects, though, they weren't really his favorite, either...but, he had grown to tolerate his roommate's little (and not-so-little) creepy crawlers. He gave Odhra a good-morning wave before heading outside, figuring he would see him in a moment. The campus seemed to be slowly gaining momentum as the early risers filed out of their dorms and headed toward the cafeteria. There weren't nearly as many people present for the morning meal as there were for the other two, so only one cafeteria was open for breakfast. The room was fairly active when Silas arrived, the chatter volume holding at a low rumble. The heavenly sweet and savory smells that wafted through the air only served to further rile Silas' appetite, and his stomach gave another vicious growl. He hastily grabbed a platter and helped himself to a stack of pancakes slathered in butter and syrup, a few strips of thick-cut bacon, a couple of juicy sausage links, and a nice, fluffy pile of scrambled eggs. He also opted for a cool, tall glass of orange juice instead of milk or coffee. He contemplated grabbing a small bowl of oatmeal, but decided it would be easier to come back for it. He settled onto a free table and began to chow down, making a mental note to grab a little something for Ankarah. [hr] [center] [img]https://fontmeme.net/permalink/190420/0e844d266b4467158bdb97cccb382661.png[/img] [i]– Room 5, 6th Floor, House Dracona Tower –[/i] [/center] [color=chocolate]"GAH!? I'M GONNA BE LATE?!"[/color] Darcy shook her head and rolled her eyes when she heard Isobel screaming. [color=f04bc8][i]Late? What's she even doing awake?[/i][/color] A few seconds later, she was nearly bowled over as Isobel charged past her. [color=f04bc8]"Hey, watch it!"[/color] Ceraseth hissed and Darcy sneered as the door slammed shut. She threw her face cloth down and placed her hands on her hips, eyeing the closed door with minor annoyance. As soon as the water from the shower could be heard, a mischievous smirk crept its way across Darcy's lips. [color=f04bc8]"Take care of that for me, will you, Cera?"[/color] Ceraseth gave a satisfied purr as Darcy turned back to the mirror and began to brush her hair. The dragon-cat had a rather unique talent that had proved to be very useful on many occasions. Ceraseth had the ability to squeeze through overly tight spaces, seemingly flattening himself. He scooted underneath the door leading to the shower, swiftly darted past Ciervia, and flushed the toilet before making a quick exit. Darcy grinned as Cera returned and tossed her hairbrush onto the counter. [color=f04bc8]"You needed some help waking up, didn't you, Isobel? You're welcome!"[/color] Darcy shouted cheerfully as she walked back to her room. She entered and turned to her impressive wall of shoes. She usually dressed from the bottom up, crafting every outfit based on her footwear. After a quick yet thoughtful deliberation, she chose an adorable pair of dark red boots. She grabbed a black medium-length skirt and a dark red hooded shirt from her closet to throw over a plain black camisole. She tied her hair into its usual high ponytail and looked herself over in the mirror. Satisfied with her appearance, she left the dorm with dragon-cat in tow. [hr] [center][b][color=e1b94b][h2]Lady Woruk[/h2] [/color][/b] [i]– Headmistress' Quarters –[/i] [/center] Lady Woruk was roused quite pleasantly as the subtle sounds of string music carried throughout her room. She rose slowly and shivered slightly rubbing her arms for warmth. She reached over and grabbed her housecoat, tossing it on and tying its belt before gently settling in a plush straight-back chair that was stationed at a small table. Just as she sat down, the ever-punctual Cogsworth placed her breakfast before her in exquisite fashion. [color=lightblue]"If there is anything you need to announce to the school, I will make sure the messages are updated."[/color] "Nothing of consequence this morning, Cogsworth. This breakfast is lovely, thank you." She gave him a dismissing nod and proceeded to dine on her meal.