Too Early (Open)

[Cam Wong]

Cam winced. This was really getting out of hand. There was no reason why this morning would go so...wrong. The teen watched as Nick and the girl exchanged more words and after the 'babysitting' comment, he had enough. Cam was really sure that Nick could hear the mental scolding, after all, he did it often. Really often in fact. Especially after Ehren and Nick or just Nick, depending on the day, did something utterly stupid. Stupid enough to result in something that could involve houses, rivalries, expulsion, etc.

"Damn it! Nicholas Richards if you don't wake up I swear I will hex you!" Cam hissed angrily. He was dropped into his hand and the tip glowed. He casted dark eyes backwards towards his brother. "And you aren't helping Ren,"

Cam clutched his wand tightly, willing the anger to leave him. How sudden that he went into his chaotic/destruction mood so quickly. Maybe he was schizo. Nick always joked about that. With a light sigh, he turned towards the girl. "Ignore the two idiots." He jerked a finger at Nick. "This one is no better, with his OWN TWO LEFT FEET!"

[Ehren Wong]

Ehren sighed. He figured that it would come to this. That he would be just as immature as Nick and Cam would yell at him, in his own little bizarre, hissing way. He grimaced inwardly when Cam mentioned hexing Nick; his little brother's compliance of curses and hexes was bigger than his own. After all, the teen may be the next dark lord in the making with all he knew; probably a schizo dark lord, but nonetheless, a possible dark lord.

"Fine, fine," Ehren muttered. He subtly pocketed his wand, the very wand he had been about to draw and opted for standing back and let his brother (the only one of their trio who hadn't[/u] stuck their foot in their mouth for idiocy or stupidity), deal with the girl. Although he wasn't fond of his brother's idiot comment. Hm...the classic innocent act. Unless Nick was stupid or blind (which he was neither unless it was in terms of Ashes) he would most likely see right through it. ...Hopefully

[gah, this seemed short]

[Nick Richards]

Nick frowned deeper at this girl. Some nerve she had. His fingers were itching to send her flying with a well shot wandless spell and he knew she would fly indeed. With all his anger powering his thoughts...she would fly. Her face morphed into an innocent act and he grimaced faintly. That face was pretty good. If only she hadn't started this, he probably would have believed her act. He growled softly when she hinted towards her first comment again and he winced when Cam's voice hissed angrily,

"Damn it! Nicholas Richards if you don't wake up I swear I will hex you!"

"Alright, alright," Nick grumbled. He shot a nasty glare at the girl before backing off, stowing his wand for a moment behind his ear. Easy access. He noticed that Cam was talking to the she-devil again, this time mention Nick's own two left feet and he sighed. What could he say? He was grouchy in the mornings, especially when he woke up on a Saturday before 9 and didn't have his coffee. With a mental groan, Nick re-drew his wand and flicked it, mumbling slightly. He smiled slightly when a tray appeared with four steaming mugs. Well, might as well right? She was...a guest of sorts--ish.

"Coffee?" Nick grumbled, reaching for one. He downed half his cup and blinked as sleep finally began leaving his eyes. "Coffee for me, 'Ren, the She-Devil and tea for yerself Cam,"

[Vivenne Cole]

All of these boys speaking to each other, talking about waking up? Obvious he was awake, she thought spitefully. When the last one spoke, calling her a she-devil, the girl had enough. "Coffee for me, 'Ren, the She-Devil and tea for yerself Cam," Oh no, he didn't. Yes indeed, he had. Certainly Viv had more self respect than to be called a she devil. "Excuse me?" Her tone was dangerous. She grabbed the cup of coffee 'accidentally' spilling some on the sleepy eyed boy that had called her a she devil. "You have no right to call me that, you..." she took a deep breath and began speaking in rapid french. "...est un vrai salaud. Je ne peux pas croire que je parle toujours de vous. Tu es un petit garçon horrible." Glaring at him, she held the cup of steaming liquid aloft, her bright eyes blazing. She had lost her tempter, and wasn't going to get it back anytime soon.