Andrew would rather have slept in than getting up early and going to class. The school had been a bit chaotic because of Grindelwald and Forbes, but since they had been ousted, the new headmistress was doing her best to put the place to rights. And while Andrew was glad to see it, that meant going back to getting up early in the mornings rather than skipping class and getting away with it.
He made his way down to the great hall and put his books on the floor by his feet and took a place at one of the tables. He had a pocket in his robe with some teabags in it. They had been sent to him by his guardian and he rather liked them. It was an almond tea, and he favored it over the schools very traditional Earl Grey. They offered hot water and a few miscellaneous tea flavors, but Andrew never thought it measured up. He took a mug of hot water and one of the teabags from his pocket and plunked the bag into the cup. Then he served himself scrambled eggs and one of the large cinnamon rolls that were still warm and gooey and a sall glass of orange juice.
He yawned sleepily, wondering if anyone remembered what the heck they were studying. That ought to make it interesting. The little green frog he carried in his shirt pocket gently kicked Andrew in the chest reminding Andrew to move his pencil. Andrew figured the pencil was somehow rudely poking the little frog that was his buddy so he moved the pencil and put it behind his ear. He added a bit of milk and sugar to his tea and made a lazy circle with his index finger over the cup to stir the tea as the teabag steeped, picking up a copy of the Daily Prophet that one of the earlier diners had left behind.
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