Post by Mackenzie O'Sullivan on Nov 7, 2011 19:23:32 GMT -5
Golden light poured in through the tall windows as the enchanted ceiling stole the warmth and spun it into happy birds of red and yellow in the new sky. Students of every age and house shuffled in like zombies for breakfast. Some where dressed in their robes and ready for class, others where...well, not. Mackenzie was one of the later. Decked in his green and yellow pyjamas he, frankly, looked like a train wreck. Every last hair was out of place, his sleep shirt buttons where down up wrong and he was only wearing one slipper.
Everything was moving around Mackenzie in slow motion. Young hufflepuff girls, with barely brushed hair, slowly pulling apart their perfectly good food to try and find a reason to finish it. Posh slytherins commenting on the other students posh-ness levels, slowly pointing their fingers around. Gryffindors falling asleep in the hash browns, snoring as slowly as humanly possible. And ravenclaws nose deep in huge text books that they most likely forgot to read over the weekend, eyes dragging along the page like a typewriter, but ten times slower.
Everything felt slow.
Mackenzie's usual spark dulled over by sleep deprivation and one or five too many butterbeers last night. He stuck a fork into the pile of eggs he had stacked on his plate. The eggs where to bright he decided, and ugly, they where brightly ugly eggs. Yeah. Stupid eggs. Stuffing his face with a fork full of the bright ugly eggs, Mac watched the world around him start to move at full speed again.
" Balls." He could feel the headache creeping up on him. "Today is not gunna be too easy love." As if called by name, Donald landed abruptly on Mac's head, making the poor boy groan loudly and flail at the bird to try and get it to go away.
"Donald, shoo....Donald!....DONALD GET THE FU-" A swift wing to the face shut Mackenzie up, but he continued to flail at the bird like an angered squid. Donald just balanced himself with his wigs high up and continued to smack the boy in the face.
((OOC: I hope this isn't as horrible as I think it is))
Everything was moving around Mackenzie in slow motion. Young hufflepuff girls, with barely brushed hair, slowly pulling apart their perfectly good food to try and find a reason to finish it. Posh slytherins commenting on the other students posh-ness levels, slowly pointing their fingers around. Gryffindors falling asleep in the hash browns, snoring as slowly as humanly possible. And ravenclaws nose deep in huge text books that they most likely forgot to read over the weekend, eyes dragging along the page like a typewriter, but ten times slower.
Everything felt slow.
Mackenzie's usual spark dulled over by sleep deprivation and one or five too many butterbeers last night. He stuck a fork into the pile of eggs he had stacked on his plate. The eggs where to bright he decided, and ugly, they where brightly ugly eggs. Yeah. Stupid eggs. Stuffing his face with a fork full of the bright ugly eggs, Mac watched the world around him start to move at full speed again.
" Balls." He could feel the headache creeping up on him. "Today is not gunna be too easy love." As if called by name, Donald landed abruptly on Mac's head, making the poor boy groan loudly and flail at the bird to try and get it to go away.
"Donald, shoo....Donald!....DONALD GET THE FU-" A swift wing to the face shut Mackenzie up, but he continued to flail at the bird like an angered squid. Donald just balanced himself with his wigs high up and continued to smack the boy in the face.
((OOC: I hope this isn't as horrible as I think it is))