Who: Jamie & Clint What: A... hitch... Where: Jamie’s place When: January 8th, morning Rating: W for weird
Jamie awoke at the same time he normally did - just in time for breakfast. He had classes relatively soon but first, he could at least get some toast in him before once again facing the most miserable lot of professors. Everyone was miserable after the Holidays were over after all. Anyone who found joy in going back to class was... likely only his Aunt Hermione, back in her school days. Only the more awake he got, the more he realized he wasn't alone.
He reached towards his nightstand and felt around for his glasses. They weren't there but he found them in the drawer, disturbingly dusty and dirty like he hadn't touched them in years. Well, he'd clean them in a bit. Christ, when was the last time he'd cleaned them? This was awful. Then he turned to see a small blonde head, fast asleep... The fuck?
Shifting, he braced his feet against the small boy's back and shoved him out of the bed, "OI, get out of here, firstie! I'm not your mum!" But... Looking at him better, that wasn't any of the first years he'd met. So unless someone from another house had snuck in... And then he really looked. This was not the dormitories even though it was slightly styled like it. "...Where are we...?"