Fourth Floor Common Room | Morning | Saturday | January 22

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Being up before noon was a fucking lousy way to start the weekend but it couldn't be helped. He was up and, even more horrific, he was awake so there was no way faking sleep would turn into real sleep. Nathan barely knew what morning looked like and know he was turning into some morning person. Good fucking lord.

After showering and getting himself into some warm clothes, he'd shuffled down to the common room to try and find something to eat. Of course, the only uncooked thing he managed to find was an apple (pass) which meant he was going to have to try and cook something. Waffles seemed like the easiest thing so he'd dumped them on a plate and shoved them into the microwave.

"Now," he said to the microwave as he started to get the waffles cooking, "if you catch on fire, this is not my fault and I'm absolved of all guilt. So don't fucking catch on fire."

He wanted breakfast that wasn't burned to a crisp. Blackened waffles might be a delicacy somewhere but they were not going in his stomach.

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