Gus careened into the Great Hall, carelessly grabbing a bit of everything for breakfast. He knew it was almost time for everyone to head to class, but it wasn't his fault. Well, technically it was, but his friends were a bunch of dicks for not waking him up anyway. Taking a huge bite out of the ham sandwich in his hands, he scoured the tables for something to wash it down. At the speed he was eating, it was a miracle he hadn't actually choked yet. Soon enough, Gus managed to get his hands on a glass of orange juice. It was ice-cold, too. That was one of the best things about going to a magical school like Hogwarts; the drinks were always refrigerated.

Within seconds, Gus managed to finish all of his food and drink. It was pretty impressive, if he did say so himself. In another life, he might've made a fine competitive eater. Plus, he was still hungry. Deciding that he probably had just a bit more time to eat, he helped himself to a second serving, finishing it as quickly as he did the first one. It was only after a few moments that he noticed the mess he had made. Thankfully though, almost everyone had already made their way to class, and there weren't many people left to stare disapprovingly at him. Gus gave his mouth a good wipe with a napkin before standing up, dusting the residual crumbs off his robes. Now, he better get to class quick. He knew how Professor Babbling was, and the last thing he wanted was for her to throw a fit just because he was a couple minutes late. Books and wand in arm, he hurried over to join his friends waiting by the doorway.

"Took you long enough, Gus."

"Hey! You guys were the ones who left without me." Gus retorted and rolled his eyes. Recalling the schedule, he let out a dejected sigh. Whoever thought putting Study Of Ancient Runes as the first class of the day was clearly wrong in the head. "Anyway, Ancient Runes is first period. Hope you guys are ready."

A chorus of groans erupted from the group as the members each began complaining about how boring the class was. Not that any of it mattered, they still had to attend it. But complaining sure as hell made them feel better about staring at symbols on a page for hours on end.