By comparison to the usual utterly dismal weather, the conditions that threatened Scotland were actually less volatile than the manner to which Elliot Finnigan had become used to. He woke without the blustering sounds of the window panes shaking with the force of the wind banging against their delicate surface. He also woke somewhat later than usual, no doubt a side-effect of there being such a lack of noise from beyond the castle walls, and rolled over a little after ten o’clock on a rather chilly Saturday morning that left him with a somewhat offensive abundance of homework which left little time to be put to better things – like entertainment and the pursuit of more pleasurable company.
Much of the morning, unfortunately, was spent in bed and it wasn’t until a little after one when the hubbub in the common room rose in volume once more – signalling the end of lunch - that Elliot rose from his bed, stubbing out the cigarette he had not really put much effort into smoking, and promptly dug some clothing out of the trunk at the foot of his bed before making his way to the bathroom for a much needed shower.
Once the young man was scrubbed clean he made his way down into the common room, his hair up on end in no obvious direction yet at the same time, every direction. Regardless of the condition that his hair presented itself in, he tugged a jumper over his head and moved through the common room, feeling his pockets for his wand as he made his way through the people that lingered, some studying, others just causing a row.
It wasn’t until he was out in the corridor that he exhaled and began to relax, not having realised that he’d been holding his breath. The boy made his way mindlessly down the staircase towards the Great Hall in the hope that he’d manage to get the last bits of lunch before it all disappeared. But, not watching where he was going, he managed to collide with someone in the process. The sound of books hitting the stone floor rang in his ears and Elliot stepped back, blinking rapidly, utterly confused as to what happened.
“Merlin s-sorry!” He exclaimed, diving to the floor to help the unfortunate person pick the books up that had been dropped. “I wasn’t watching where I was going, I’m so sorry. Are you alright? You’re not hurt are you?”