Faith had awoken earlier than Rose today and so she decided to let her have a lye in as they had been up late, gossiping and having a good catch up. Yet, Faith was never one for sleeping in, she had a few times but that was when she was with Edward and she was happy with her arms around him. Now, he wasn't around, she knew she had upset Rose slightly about turning into a slight Fluffy Bunny, but she would never take Rose's position as head Fluffy Bunny, for she was Queen of Hogwarts, with style and grace. With all the gossip going around, Faith didn't care, with her new outlook on life she would do anything she wanted now, anything that would make her happy. Looking to the large clock in the main hall, she continued to wait for Rose before eating, she didn't want to eat until Rose was down, because otherwise Rose wouldn't believe her that she had eaten, since Edward and Faith had left each other - she couldn't eat properally, it was best to wait so Rose would believe her.

[Nice title. I like being a 'Fluffy Bunny'.]

Rose came down into the main hall looking incredibly scruffy. She hadn't brushed her hair yet, nor had she put on any make-up, and she was dressed only in jeans, a t-shirt and a cardigan - it was rare to see her out of skirts, even on a Sunday. "Morning," she said, yawning, as she went over to Faith. Everything about her was so very feline; the way she stretched her arms out in front of her to click the joints, the way she yawned, the way she smiled contentedly in her sleepy mood. "Are we getting breakfast? I'm starving." Yes, incredibly cat-like. All she needed was sleep, food, and the odd cuddle and lap to sit on, so to speak. Miaow indeed.

"Yes, I was just waiting for you actually." She laughed as she looked over to the place infront of her, smiling in a happy mood, she didn't know why, she just saw from the sunny weather, that she hoped for a good day. Rubbing her nose with the back of her hand, Faith was totally different to Rose in the face that she had showered, done her hair and make up but on the clothes front, it was just the usual muggle band t-shirt and skimpy shorts and converses to finish off the look. Even though she felt rubbish on the inside, she still needed to look her best, it was one of her pet traits, that she had to make sure she looked presentable.

Rose yawned again and scratched the back of her head, smiling. "And you're definitely having breakfast today?" she asked, still in a sleepy voice despite being totally serious about Faith's eating habits. It did worry her sometimes, how easily Faith could go off her food. She didn't think she was properly anorexic, and definitely not bulimic, but even so it wasn't healthy. Rose herself was in the mood for bacon, and probably some pancakes, and maple syrup. Yes - maple syrup and bacon does make an excellent combination, although it is an acquired taste.

Nodding Faith simply outstretched her hand and place a variety of fruit on her plate, she didn't feel like eating but of course, if she ate fruit it was healthy and slimming and therefore Rose couldn't moan about her bad eating habits although she already knew she had them and wasn't really fussed wether she ate or not. Looking around the hall as she poured herself a glass of milk, she let her eyes settle on a few of the other Ravenclaw boys, Michael Corner, he was clever and handsome, they had spoken a few times and he seemed a nice boy and then looked over to the Slytherin table, Draco Malfoy - that boy was far too cocky for his own good, he just made her laugh. She smirked as she looked back to Rose's plate to see what she was eating, she wondered how Rose could eat so much in some points of the day, yet, at least she didn't have to worry about Rose's eating habits.

"So, what are we going to do today?" Rose asked, feeling much more awake now that there was food in front of her. She made sure she wrote down Faith's glance to Michael and across the other tables in her mental notebook - she certainly was 'on the lookout' at the moment. She shrugged and began to cut up her pancakes into little squares and ate them quickly but neatly. "I mean, I've got an essay to do, but I'll leave it 'til this evening. Stupid Flitwick," she added, rolling her eyes, as if it were a heinous crime to even consider setting homework for the students over the weekend. It wasn't true, though - he was one of her favourite teachers, and Faith's too, as far as she could remember. Yes, they had been 'close'...