Who Sarah & Tom What Discussing Family Dynamics When Monday Morning before classes Where Ravenclaw Common Room Status Low/Closed/Incomplete
Bobbin had woken up around five in the morning and couldn't get back to sleep. He'd tossed and turned and mulled over the fact that he had some half-sister out there that was related to him. It wasn't the fact that this Rosier lady existed that bothered him so much as it made him wonder if there were any other sibilings out there he didn't know about. It had been fine to joke with his sister about the fact that their mother had had an affair when it had been only him, but finding another sister stung.
And maybe, just maybe, it made Tom feel like his father--whomever he was--was just a little less special. He'd never imagined his mother's affair as any sweeping romance, but it was a happy though to think that they had something beyond a mutual plan to hump each other.
By seven-thirty, his body was starting to go stiff and his leg kept falling asleep because of the weird angle he was laying and so Bobbin decided it was probably best to get up and face the miserable, miserable day. He hated Mondays because they were the furthest possible point from the next weekend, and Friday always looked far enough away that it seemed a bleak point in the distant future.
He pattered down to the Common room, wobbling a little on the stairs because his toes were still all numb and pins-and-needles. It was always weird to walk on an asleep foot because it never felt like it was going to do what you told it to, but it always seemed to. When he reached the bottom of the stairs, he jumped up and down a few times to get the circulation really going and then looked up.
The fifth-year had been so concerned with his bloody foot that he hadn't realised he wasn't alone in the Common Room. Sarah Fawcett, a Ravenclaw one year his senior, was already up and ready to face the day and staring at him because he'd just limped down the stairs and jumped around when he reached the bottom.
Seven-thirty Monday morning, and Tom already felt like an utter moron. It was sure as hell shaping up to be a fantastic fucking week.
"Uh.....Morning." He said, flashing her a smile with all the confidence that he didn't currently have.