If I have to be awake. (Rosaliz)

[Thomas Lightfellow G7]

“Again really?” Thomas said as he opened his eyes but he couldn't see much, the sun was right in his eyes which caused Thomas to close them almost immediately. That window hadn't always been like that, normally it was a bit to the left and kept the sun away from Thomas while he slept but it had decided to move all on it's own a couple of days ago. “That's the problem with living in a magic castle, everything keeps moving around without permission.” Thomas thought as he rolled in bed trying to get himself back to sleep. It was still pretty early and he didn't have any reason to be up. Today he only had classes after noon so he could have slept in, if the window would have allowed it. Thomas let out an annoyed almost grunt like noise as he got out of bed giving up on sleep for today. As he stood up he stared at the window wishing it would move back to where it once was. After a good minute or two of looking at the window he sighed slightly and got ready for the rest of the day. A day where he should have been sleeping till eleven at least.

“I hate being up so early.” Thomas thought as he got changed into his school uniform. It wasn't that Thomas was lazy or anything like that, it was just that Thomas having a good nights sleep was a rare thing and he hated when it got ruined. “Stupid window.” He muttered as he passed it by picking up his wand from his nightstand pocketing it then made his way downstairs. Thomas made it to the Common Room but it seemed pretty empty, five people at most littered the room. A few seemed to be studying while others were just talking. Thomas for the first time looked at the clock realizing it was only nine which made him annoyed for second but it soon passed. Thomas didn't really know any of the people in the Common Room and they all seemed pretty well into their own conversations so Thomas decided to go find something to do elsewhere.

As Thomas left the Common Room he couldn't help but notice that the Fat Lady was still asleep in her portrait. “Now that's just not fair.” He said with a quiet laugh not wanting to wake The Fat lady up. Without anywhere really in mind to go Thomas just started walking down stairs. There wasn't much reason to where he went, he just wondered the hallways a little as he made his way downstairs. Thomas had been pretty much everywhere in this school so it was very hard for him to get lost. He was sure there were plenty of places that he hadn't been yet but he doubted it was possible for anyone to find everything about Hogwarts in just seven years in this place. By the time Thomas had made it down to the fourth floor he felt like he had to have wasted an hour already at least and his stomach starting to grumble slightly. He just shrugged as he made his way down to the great hall. “Well one good thing about being awake so early is breakfast, which is probably the only good thing.” He said to himself as he kept walking down the stairs.

It so far seemed like a quiet day, Thomas hadn't run into too many other students today. Maybe there was class for all the other years or something going on right now, Thomas didn't tend to keep track of any other class schedules besides his. The thought of “Oh well more breakfast for me” came over him but it didn't matter how many students were eating, the tables never ran out of food. After what felt like maybe a half hour, which was probably caused by his sudden hungry Thomas made it to the First floor and stood right in front of the Great hall. He could already hear the sounds of everyone inside talking and a few yells which was normal with some students yelling to other tables, something which bugged Thomas to no end. There had been a few times when he sat next to one of those people that he just wanted to push them right off they're seat but he fought back the urge every time.

Thomas walked in then immediately looked at the Gryffindor table, it had quite a number of students sitting there already and Thomas had already picked some of the few he felt like avoiding. Not because he hated them he just had a mental list of people who didn't care for him much and people he didn't care to be around much. Thomas walked down the table then found a pretty empty spot besides one girl sitting there, she seemed to be his year maybe a year lower. He had seen her a couple of times in the Common Room but never seemed to have spoken to her once if he could remember correctly but he knew better then to trust his memory completely. “This seat taken, if so don't worry about it. I can always go sit with the Slytherins, I'm sure they won't try to kill me or anything like that.” Thomas said with a slight laugh at the end as he pointed to the seat next to the girl.

[Rosaliz Hernandez G6]

These days, Rosaliz had resorted to the interior, hibernating away from the busy grounds. This inevitably led to a suffocatingly overpopulated area of screaming, immature first years or giggly Hufflepuffs taking up the space. Rosaliz could not stomach crowds; they were near the top of her extensive list of dislikes. In addition to the hoards of students sprawled out on the grounds, there was the problem of temperature and climate. Sun beaming down onto the lush green lawns every single day, causing the air temperature to steadily incline from the bitter cold of winter that Rosaliz was so accustomed to. Therefore, Rosaliz spent all of her time during the day locked up within the castle walls, avoiding people and socializing at all costs. It was either within the shadows of the dust-ridden library, her dormitory whenever roommates were not occupying it, or the basement corridors. Rosaliz had taken to walking about the corridors on her off hours as well. It was a way for the Gryffindor sixth year to recollect her thoughts, for she had such little time for intrinsic reflection or thorough examination of the mind. Indeed, Rosaliz thought self-examination was a particular waste of time but she did need time to sort out her thoughts instead of being thrusted into one thing or another. Quidditch had taken over her entire life, it seemed, now being part of the Gryffindor Quidditch team was overwhelmingly time-consuming. Rosaliz, however, did not mind too much. Nevertheless, Rosaliz always kept a cool head and she felt as though the team was on their way.

Rosaliz continued on in her tread through the castle corridors, feeling the rays of morning sunlight glint upon her chin-length ebony hair gently. It was morning already? Rosaliz had a tendency to wander round the corridors at night and lost all senses of time. Knowing that soon the halls would be filled with people she did not want to see, Rosaliz pulled out her wand from the depths of her robe pocket and spun it lazily, the all-too familiar swishing sound cutting against the wind, protruding into the stillness. One could say that Rosaliz was more than a little paranoid and the idea that somebody ready to duel her would step out from every corner caused the sharp Gryffindor to keep her eyes peeled for any suspicious movement. People were strangers and strangers were the unknown. Rosaliz despised the unknown as it left her vulnerable and susceptible to the grasp of anybody who wanted to maim and torture her. Rosaliz had very little tolerance for people. It went without saying that she much preferred solitary confinement than immersing herself with loads of people, supposed "friends." Rosaliz thought the whole concept of friendship hypocritical and utter hogwash, as people were selfish by nature and only looked out for themselves. Many were all too capable of stepping out, presenting themselves as a whole-hearted, kindly person who just wanted to help you through a difficult time in your life or be there to cheer you up. Rosaliz knew was absolutely sure, that beneath that innocuous mask laid a web of deceit, plot, and lies. Why would anybody need to have friends? Why put trust into somebody, only to have it used disadvantageously a second later? No, it was much better not to trust at all and for Rosaliz, this distrust of human nature had only increased as her life progressed. There were more reasons to not trust others, there was more to be paranoid about. Sometimes the Gryffindor felt as though she was walking on pieces of glass and if one shard gave her so much as the tiniest of cuts . . . everything went down the toilet. One mistake led to an entire life of regret, pain, and torture, the three things Rosaliz hated beyond all reason. Those were the traits of a weakling, one that did not deserve to live.

Another question that people inevitably asked themselves whenever fronted with Rosaliz was her manner. Cold, heartless, uncaring, showing absolutely no interest or concern for anything or anybody. This was true - to an extent. Rosaliz was, after all, a human (however unlike one she acted) and within that marble statue of a frame lay feelings, thoughts, opinions. There were some truths within Rosaliz that she herself was not even willing to admit or own up to, let alone other people. Denial was nice, particularly when the person in denial did not even recognize themselves in this state. Rosaliz did present herself in a manner that made everything about her clear - in the way of her views and beliefs. It was the aspects about her that she thought were flawed, weak, or simply private that was concealed so well, nobody would be able to recognize the fact that she herself did not recognize these flaws. Her mind and personality composition was more complex than a labyrinth, consisting of elements that she herself instigated - whether accidentally or purposefully - to make getting to really know her that much more impossible. The idea of somebody who knew her so well that they would be able to predict what she was about to do next was hair-raisingly terrifying and Rosaliz could not let that door be opened to anybody. She had to remain locked up in her stone cold tomb-like existence, keeping people at a safe distance away with her toneless words and stony disposition. People oftentimes kept away from Rosaliz, for the sheer creepiness her dead-like persona seemed to be, but perhaps this was her intention all along. Who really knew? Rosaliz herself did not - as long as people were not attached to her by any ways or means, she would be okay. For now. People would try and infiltrate as much as heavenly possible and Rosaliz had to keep her eye out for that sort of thing.

Sighing, Rosaliz continued to ponder down the halls. Until she ultimately decided to go eat breakfast. Not because she was hungry, but to avoid the huge crowd of chatty first years when they make their way into the dining hall. Opening the great oak doors, she found herself a seat at the end of the Gryffindor table. Incase if an idiot decides to let loose one of those Weasley’s bombs, she can make her way out on time. Munching on a piece of what it seemed an overly toasted piece of bread… Somewhat enjoying her meal she saw a fellow Gryffindor approach the table. Watching the boy closely, Rosaliz recognized his face almost instantaneously – Thomas Lightfellow. Recollection drew immediately as she examined his physiognomy, they had Quidditch together aside from being in the same house. As he drew closer, Rosaliz looked down at her plate trying to avoid direct eye contact at all. Despite the fact she was looking down apparently he stopped his tracks, and directly spoke to her.

“This seat taken, if so don't worry about it. I can always go sit with the Slytherins, I'm sure they won't try to kill me or anything like that.”

Rosaliz’s deep-set hazel eyes bore into the boy's eyes after he finished speaking. She was unaccustomed to ever having to deal with such things as introductions. Rosaliz glanced at the boy's hand for a moment, wondering if there was any sort of connotation fixated within pointings. Did it give a certain trust factor? It could just be a cordial greeting but Rosaliz, who thought in complexity, could not be positive that it was just that. Raising her thin eyebrow she debated whether to let him sit. Nodding her head slightly she gave him permission to sit. Not because she had any interest at all who he was and his personal life history was. But maybe just maybe he might end up being a good distraction… Unaware of the little hope she had within…

[Thomas Lightfellow G7]

Thomas realized that he had seen her before once she looked at him, she was on the Quidditch team also. “Rosa....Rosa something.” He thought to himself as he tried to remember her name while waited for her answer. “Why am I so terrible with names?” Thomas thought to himself as she finally nodded her head. It didn't seem like a very welcoming response at first really but Thomas had already asked and she had already accepted so he didn't think it would be very nice to just walk off looking or somewhere else to sit. “Thanks, believe it or not I'm not actually very popular over on the Slytherin side of the room.” Thomas said with a slight laugh as he sat down taking a quick glance at the girl before looking to all the food on the table. Thomas picked out a few things from the plates in front of him and put it on his plate all the while trying to remember the name of the girl next to him.

He started to eat slightly trying to by himself more time to remember her name before he spoke to her again. It was something he hadn't heard before he met her but yet Thomas still forget it, he would probably forget his own name if he didn't have to write it down and see it so often. Now he just felt silly asking to sit next to the girl then realizing that they had met before and he couldn't quite remember her name. Thomas kept eating and as always thought about how good the house elves food was, almost made him wish he had one back home with Brent but he refused to have one with him. He said they made a person lazy but Thomas just saw them as helpful. That's when it hit Thomas as he bit into another piece of toast, the girls name was Rosaliz which made him feel better about sitting next to her. He always thought it was funny how he seemed remembered stuff when he wasn't even thinking about it.

“Well Rosaliz I like the table you picked out here.” He said with a smile as he looked over to her. “It's just far enough from all the yelling students to not make me feel the urge to turn them into mice or something just as quiet.” Thomas said with a slight laugh to show that he was kidding but to be honest with himself it was more close to the truth and an actual joke. “Then again I guess I found my way back here so it didn't work all to well but I've always found a way to sit next to beautiful girls so it's not your fault.” Thomas said with a smile as he returned to his food where first plate already seemed to be empty, he didn't even think he had eaten that much but he just shrugged. “I think we have a game coming up soon, you excited yet?” Thomas asked as he placed some more food on his plate then looked over to Rosaliz.