-- Razzy's uniform, lalalala. -- -- Morning, before classes. --

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The night before had been exceptionally rare. Reynaud Chancelier, a boy who knew no concept of what normal human life was like, had fallen asleep. Of course, since he was an insomniac, it hadn't lasted very long. It had only been four hours, tops, before he awoke again. It was a strange feeling. So foreign and unwelcome. He stretched across the mattress, laying on his stomach, face buried deep in his many pillows. He liked how, despite his size, his toes merely grazed the edge of the bed. Razzy enjoyed the living conditions in Hogwarts in general. Despite the fact he wasn't too fond of the food. Then again, Razzy simply wasn't fond of any food that wasn't from home. He felt like, sometimes, he had an eating disorder. While this didn't exactly frighten him, he knew he was just being a Drama Queen. He ate all the mashed potatoes he could, drank galleons of coffee (black, of course), and then gorged himself on strawberry ice cream. Every. Single. Day.

Razzy simply didn't notice himself eating so much. The stench of coffee never left his clothes.

He turned over to check the time, seeing that, if he wanted to make it to class, he would have to start getting ready fairly soon. He rose, slowly, reluctant to even show any sign of life. Maybe if he laid back down now, his dormmates would think he's dead and leave him alone. Forever. Not that they didn't already, but there was always that one who would be all nerdy and say, "C'mon, Reynaud. Are you going to class or not? You already missed Breakfast." To which Razzy would reply,

"Shut up, you twat."

Whether it was guilt, arrogance, or annoyance, he would always get ready and attend his first class. As much as he loathed it. Razzy had actually been attending class fairly often now. His grades were actually improving. He hardly saw him passing his OWLs, that's for sure, but he was starting to understand certain subjects. He was no longer only smart in Astronomy (partially because the newest professor was kinda cute with his little beard). He was doing better in Care of Magical Creatures, and even Herbology. He even saw some disturbance in his bad Defense Against the Dark Arts grade. It actually seemed like... Razzy was starting to know what to do with his wand.

It was frightening. The last thing Razzy needed to know was how to hurt people with not only his fists, but with a deadly little stick. He always had the basics down. He was rather brilliant at healing people... Which was odd, considering who he was. But being taught how to stun people... Not something Reynaud Chancelier should really know.

He let out a slow, deliberate breath. A low sigh to start the day. He picked himself off the bed. He was wearing a thin grey sweater, his plain white boxers, and his feet were covered in white wool socks. Despite being a cocky bastard, he dressed rather modestly in his dorm. He had no interest in hooking up with any of them, so he had no interest in showing off. If someone like... Tae-Song Toko, for instance, or even one of the Fayette twins (too bloody bad they were older) were in his dorm, he'd be all over that. But he was with a rather pathetic lot. He was reminded this, quickly, as he noticed Figaro getting up to get ready, also.

Razzy usually liked feisty blondes. Figaro was just irksome.

The two boys hardly ever had a run in like that. One would always be ready before the other, or Razzy would wait until he left before getting out of bed. Razzy's soulless green eyes landed on the Sellaphix boy and he gave him a rather sarcastic smile. As if saying, I'm acting nice but I don't like being around you a whole lot. He peeled off his sweater and tossed it to the side, readying his robes as he did so.

First came his pants, which were nicely pressed and laying carefully on his trunk, along with his other garments. He always kept his robes looking nice. It was a habit. As much as he hated to look clean, it was an impulse of his. How he was raised. He would never grow out of it. It felt like the scum that stuck to one's teeth even after brushing them repeatedly. It would never go away. He picked up his brush and ran it through his curly hair. Despite his black locks always being so unbearably curly, the brush went through easily. He used products to soften it. His little secret... Unless his dormmates noticed his bath things on his side table, laying so neatly and patiently there for him to use them. In that case... It wasn't a secret.

Razzy wanted to look good, smell good, and have the most appealing features. In Razzy's eyes, he was gorgeous. Which was why it was best he never spoke about himself around others. He'd seem like a conceited lunatic.

Which was what he was, but that's beside the point.

He cast a sideways glance towards Fig before letting out another sigh. The boy had no organizational skills. One of his raunchy socks was in Razzy's area. He gently kicked it aside, feeling the crustiness on his toes. It nearly made him want to barf. He sent another glare towards his dormmate, "Why are you up so late, Sellaphix?" a sugarcoated variation of what he really wanted to ask... Why are you in my presence right now?

"I'm assuming someone like you wouldn't want to miss breakfast..." He was implying that Figaro was a pig, "Or are you on a diet now? For someone of your stature, I wouldn't recommend that..."

Some loud noise had roused Figaro from his sleep like a startled dog.  He sat up in his bed with sudden speed, his eyes half-lidded.  His dark blonde hair was all over the place, in giant cowlicks.  One side of his hair was smashed flat, the other looked like a thicket.  His blankets were twisted all around and one foot stuck out with a sock half-off.  He blinked blearily around the room, at the other beds and the mostly empty room.  Only Razzy was still there, snoozing.  He took a deep breath and leaned out of the bed to look for his clock.  He found it under his bed, face down, and when he saw the time he made a grunt/laugh of astonishment.  He'd missed breakfast and would need to move to make it to Transifguration.

When he put his feet down on the floor, his other foot was revealed to be bare.  He was in his sweats from last night and his tank top was skewed around his torso. 

It wasn't long before Razzy got up and started snarking like the fancy-pants he was.  Figaro didn't mind Razzy because mostly, they ignored each other.  Living in Hufflepuff dorms was about how you'd expect a bunch of boys to behave.  Over all, there was a mess until the elves got to it, and there wasn't all the supervision teenagers might need to have any sense of order.  It was loud when they were all there before bed, and it often took some shouting from someone to get the lights out and the dorms quiet.

Razzy was tall and lean, that lucky git.  Figaro was shorter and not that toned.  He also didn't spend all the time preening and dressing at some of his housemates did. 

Razzy's morning scowl was more better'n-you that it usually was, and Figaro just smiled, still drowsy.

"Morning, sweetheart.  Spot of sunshine as ever."  Figaro'd missed his alarm because he'd stayed up so late playing Snap.  It was hard to end the weekend and go to bed at a proper hour on Sundays...

He got up and stretched up tall with a long, languorous groan.  "Unnnnngh!"  He scratched at his exposed stomach and started picking around his things for clothes to wear.  His own space was a disaster area.  Clothes, books, papers, food wrappers everywhere.  He pulled his sock all the way, and then found the other one near Razzy's bed. 

"There you are..." he mumbled, picking it up and pulling it on. 

When tall, etched Razzy made a crack at Figaro's own stature, Figaro flicked him off and said, "Oh, sod off.  I see how you assault the smashed potatoes - you're a terror.  HEY! WHO TOOK MY TIE?!"  He interrupted himself to shout into the hall.  O'Morain was cracking down on uniforms, and in the past he could have got away without a tie for the day, but not anymore.  He already had a detention coming up.

He rifled through his wardrobe and clothes hanging over his bedrails, searching for the components of his uniform, forgetting about Razzy for the moment.