waiting on the world to change (open)

[HERMIONE JEAN GRANGER]

There was nothing for it. She would just have to go down to breakfast herself. She had waited in the common room for Harry and Ron long enough. Hermione might have gone up to their dorms and just woke them up, but she was pretty sure that would bother the other Gryffindor sixth year boys, and that just wouldn't work out well for her. She probably wasn't supposed to go up to the boys rooms anyway, but since the stairs didn't turn into a massive slide whenever a girl walked up them, she figured it was okay. But the boys could be getting dressed, and that would be one of the most embarrassing things Hermione could think of to walk in on right now. Since the boys were being lazy (or had already gone down to breakfast without her) and Hermione was already in her school uniform for the day, she decided to grab a book and head down to the Great Hall.

The trip probably should have taken a while. After all, the common room for Gryffindor students was in a tower and the Great Hall was all the way down on the ground floor. But time felt like it passed pretty quickly. Maybe that was because she didn't meet a whole lot of people in the hallways. Or maybe it was because she was alone and didn't have Ron and Harry to distract her with talk. Hermione enjoyed a good conversation, but she didn't think that the middle of a corridor was always the best place for their kinds of conversation. It had always been that way though. Ever since they saved her from a cave troll her first year, Hermione was finding that their conversations were held in plain sight and whispers.

The Great Hall was about half full, which was actually pretty good for a school day. Hermione looked around and noticed a few tired faces. Why hadn't they gone to bed at a decent hour to start the day? Sure, there were times when she didn't get enough sleep, but usually she was helping Harry and Ron save the wizarding world so she figured that was excusable. Besides, she never yawned as much as she saw some people doing. With a humph she sat down at the Gryffindor table and opened her book.

[MÓRRÍGAN ÁINE CEALLACHÁIN]

Morgan sat up in her bed wearily. She was much too tired to get up but she had classes to get to. Slowly, she pulled herself off her bed and began getting ready. Her roommates were too busy sleeping to notice that she left the room. Sighing, she debated on skipping breakfast and just going to her class early but her brother and Maddie would drag her down to the Great Hall anyway. Unfortunately, it was hard for her to avoid them. Her brother had the eyes of a hawk and Maddie was up bright and early. They would make sure to keep an eye on her since they knew her little habits. They knew that she neither took care of herself or the people around her. She was always an enigma to everyone around her even to her parents. Sure, they tried their best to understand but they never really would be able to do so.

None of them had schizophrenia so they would never truly understand. She never really bothered to let anyone know about her mental disorder. To the normal person, she was just some standoffish Slytherin. In all honesty, she was fine with that. It saved a lot of time and questions. The only people who knew were her family, Maddie, and the professors. Well, the teachers had to know since they did have to realize that her mind didn't really operate the same way as the rest. Hers was darker but she preferred to suppress the thoughts. Most of the time, she was successful. There were days when she couldn't get rid of them but they were very few and far between.

As she passed one of the corridors, Professor Mcgonagall stopped her. "Miss Ceallacháin, would you take this book to Miss Granger for me?" Morgan nodded her head in response. She took the offered book and continued toward the Great Hall. There might be a chance that she would find the Gryffindor prefect there. Upon entering, she realized that the hall was quite full. It meant that she was a little later than usual. She scanned the Gryffindor table and saw Hermione. Morgan made her way over to the table with her head held high. She could hear the whispers among the Gryffindors as she made her way. Ignoring them, she reached the prefect. "Granger, Professor Mcgonagall told me to bring this to you," she informed, handing the book over with a formal air.