(G.Hall) Hot Coffee

[benlint]

The sun had just begun to peek upon Hogwarts, twilight lingering hesitantly. The click of hard soles resounded against the cobbled floor, and the entrance to the Hall opened quickly. Benjamin strolled downwards through the tables, his robes, the color of burnt wood, flowed distinctly around his shoulders, clasped by an engraved silver button that rested between his collar bones. He had a sort of scowl about him, but if one had known him well, they would know he was in a rather pleased mood. Most of the seats were empty; the morning feast had not yet appeared on the expanse of wooden tables. A few students lingered though, either studying or impatiently waiting for first grabs on the fresh food.

Benjamin continued to make his way forwards, absorbing the silence cheerily, it would become quite loud as soon as the flock of hungry children spewed through those doors like troll’s vomit. As he reached the staff table, the young professor glinted at the empty seats, there really should have been another Professor here to watch the earlier students. (Merlin knows he would never enjoy such a task) Either way, he settled down conjuring a grey, porcelain teacup, he tapped his wand on the edge Cafémenti saying it silently in his head. A small jet of black coffee seemed to spurt from the tip of his wand and he carefully tapped his wand again as the black liquid neared the edge; he had found this little spin-off of aguamenti from a rather plump old witch who always insisted on abusing his company with her presence, all because she lived next door. None-the-less, the charm was a pleasant little convenience and as long as you seemed sincere enough to have fresh coffee, it wouldn’t come out burnt or stale.

[cambree]

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[Cassidy Gainnes]

Cassidy strolled over to the staff table yawning quite unsure as to why she was up so early this particuliar morning. She had never been a morning person-ever. Even as a young child she would sleep late in the morning and at Hogwarts she would usually been one of the last students dashing in for a piece of toast or something else quick and easy. As such the fact that she was up so early was more surprising than not.

She glanced up at the table to see a lone professor sitting there watching over the Great Hall with, seeemingly, keen interest as to what was going on. She followed his eyes to the four house tables and noted the few students who were all eating the newly arrived food in utter silence. It was oddly...calming.

She sat down beside the unknown Professor and poured herself some coffee. "It's fresh!" She said in an attempt to be cheerful. "Maybe I should get up this early more often." She said with a smirk. And then again, maybe not.