Mornings tended to be Jino’s least favorite time of day; if he had his way, he’d sleep ‘til noon (at the earliest), take his time in getting ready, and laze around the castle all day; perhaps explore the grounds a little, despite knowing them inside-out after all the times he’d skipped class and simply wandered about.
But unfortunately, Jino was not to have his way; he had Potions first thing after breakfast. He cursed as he got himself dressed, his cat, Basil, perched upon his bed and watching him peculiarly. “What?” Jino asked the feline, expecting some sort of response; Basil simply cocked his head to the side, causing Jino to sigh heavily.
He was just about to grab his books when realization washed over him — it was Sunday. No class on Sunday.
He groaned under his breath, chastising himself for not paying better attention to the day of the week; he should have known it was Sunday. He rubbed his eyes, applying enough pressure for him to see stars, before quickly running his fingers through his hair. “You could have told me what day it was, Base,” Jino said, reaching out and stroking the cats head. Basil mewed in response, causing Jino to chuckle.
He quickly got changed into some comfier clothes — if one could call grey skinny jeans, a slim-fitting, charcoal-colored sweater and a pair of black Chuck Taylors “comfy” — before bidding adieu to Basil and making his way down into the common room.
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