Thea stared quietly into her breakfast plate, half-listening as her dorm-mates chatted and nodding at the proper moments. Contrary to popular belief- Thea didn't mind mornings. They were quiet, and while her classmates were busy stuffing their faces and sleepily finishing off last minute homework, Thea could appreciate a few moments to herself- to think, or go through whatever book she was reading at the time. Except... what in Merlin's name was Spencer doing? Thea watched with a mixture of curiosity and annoyance as the older boy pranced around the Great Hall, singing loudly. Perhaps he'd lost a bet? Thea couldn't imagine another reason for doing something so incredibly inane, but then again, he was a Gryffindor.
She narrowed her eyes and brought her attention back to her own table as a crumpled up napkin came flying dangerously close to her pumpkin juice. She poked it away, disgusted, before looking over to where Balthazar was sitting.
"Do you think you might be able to keep a better grip on your napkins, Bletchley? You're disrupting the show."