Hobbes wasn't sure exactly what had happened. One moment he had been in the corridors with that cute girl from the library, and the next, things got a bit fuzzy. As if he had attempted a divination spell that had gone awry. He hadn't. Not that he could recollect anyway.<br/><br/>He must have slept. His hair was bit mussed, and it was definitely time for breakfast now. The strong rumbling in his stomach told him as much. It wasn't like the times he had fallen asleep in the library. Those times he had gotten into trouble. Even missed a class and was late for a few more. This time he was up and about early. Shaking off the haze of his brain, he shuffled into the Great Hall and tried to look awake.<br/><br/>Stifling a yawn, he helped himself to some utensils and food that looked like it would be passably consumable. Nothing too involved, just the simplicity of staples. Large portions.  He eased himself down at the Gryffindor table and nodded to a few of his house mates as if everything was just fine. Nothing unusual here. Cheerful morning to ya.<br/><br/>