Nicholas was not happy to be awake, and that it was Monday. He positively hated Mondays, or Tuesdays when they started the week, or really any day that started the week. And to make matters worse, especially on a Monday, he had a choice of sleeping in since his first class wasn't till eleven and missing breakfast, or waking up for breakfast. A truly horrible choice cause Nicholas loved sleep and he loved food. He almost wished for an earlier class, which he did have on Tuesdays and Thursdays. After laying in bed for half an hour, debating whether he wanted to sleep or eat while nearly constantly yawning, he finally decided food would win out, this time, over sleep.
Slowly he got out of bed, putting on his
uniform, and then slowly descended from Gryffindor tower to the Great Hall, where breakfast was already well under way. Making his way over to the Gryffindor table, still obviously half asleep, he found a place along the table that was open and sat down. Not even bothering to see who was around him, or to greet anyone, and started piling the food onto his plate. He poured himself a goblet of orange juice, and after taking a large gulp of the sweet liquid, he picked up his fork in one hand and a roll in the other and started to eat.