Good mornin' sunshine

[greenmoonrising]

WHO: Bruce and YOU
TONE: Ranging from humour to fatigued angst
RATING: Probably not more than PG-13
WHEN: First morning back at school
WHERE: Just outside the Great Hall
WHAT: It's the morning after full moon weekend and Bruce is more than a bit exhausted. He might be more irritable and absent-minded than usual, so what's stopping you from bugging him?
STATUS: Ongoing

Full moon is never fun for Bruce but adding the stress of travel to it had left him more fatigued than usual. If anyone had seen him the day before and how dishevelled he looked then, they'd think he was ready to keel over and die at any second now. All colour was gone from his face save for the even darker shadows around his eyes and the red in his lips, and was that perhaps a glint of green in his eyes when he walked through a beam of sunlight? He needed food but he wasn't too sure he was up to being around people that day, so he hesitated and stared at the entrance of the Great Hall, leaning against a wall for support.

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[rule_britannia]

"Ah, yeah.." Arthur murmured, following and taking a seat beside the other boy. He didn't look too keen to dive into eating, either. "This Bruce Banner and another twit called Tony Stark. Kept me awake all sodding night."

He shook his head then, doing his best to summon a good-natured smile that fell a little short of where he wanted it to. Mornings were never a good time. "Honestly, though, I never sleep well the first week. I suppose my mind hasn't caught on to the fact that Will isn't here. Ah.. and then there's being so finely tuned to being able to tell when Eriq is staring at me. That's usually enough to wake me up."

[greenmoonrising]

Bruce laughs quietly at that and shrugs, nibbling at a piece of toast after some time. "Well, at least I only stuck around for a bit before going to be a good Prefect?"

"Mm, Eriq's stare can be a bit... intense I guess," he murmured, shrugging.

[rule_britannia]

"I'm not sure 'intense' is the word I'd use. He's a decent guy, though his habits are a little..." Odd? Peculiar? Verging on extreme? "... Eccentric."

He smiled, though. Arthur liked Eriq, for all his faults, theatrics and dramatic flouncing. It was hard not to get used to someone after spending five years sleeping in the same room.

[greenmoonrising]

"To put it mildly," he quipped with a smile. "He seemed to find the arrival of Ravenclaws interesting at least."

[rule_britannia]

"He would. It's a whole new group of people to psychoanalyse," Arthur said, then grabbed an apple and bit into it, letting out a quiet cough.

"That Herbert is a bit of an odd one. Can't say I don't like his sense of humour though."

[greenmoonrising]

"Can't say I feel too comfortable when Eriq starts staring at me... Herbert I'm used to at least," he murmured, shrugging.

[rule_britannia]

"Throw something at him. It works for me, at least temporarily."

He patted Bruce's shoulder, shrugged in kind, and shifted to pour himself some juice.

[greenmoonrising]

He chuckled and resumed nibbling on his toast. "I'll remember that for next time."