Cutty pulled back the sheets and sat in his bed, legs dangling over his hair an absolute disaster for it still had the tendency to stay placed where put last and his wild nightmare about the slinky's had him moving about on his pillow. Cutty stretched out and yawned just loud enough that he thought Caleb Newell could hear him.

Following this passive aggressive maneuver, Cutty then jumped out of bed and began doing push-ups near the prefects bed. Coom 'ed, Caleb. Get up so I can ask yer something.

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Cutty pulled back the sheets and sat in his bed, legs dangling over his hair an absolute disaster for it still had the tendency to stay placed where put last and his wild nightmare about the slinky's had him moving about on his pillow. Cutty stretched out and yawned just loud enough that he thought Caleb Newell could hear him.

Following this passive aggressive maneuver, Cutty then jumped out of bed and began doing push-ups near the prefects bed. Coom 'ed, Caleb. Get up so I can ask yer something.

Caleb had been sleeping like a rock, like he did most nights. A growing man needed sleep, after all! Still, no one could sleep through the racket that Cutty was making, doing PUSH UPS of all things in the middle of the night. What the...?

Caleb rolled over away from his housemate, groaning as he turned on his pillow. "What in the name of Merlin are you doing, Cutty?" he asked him, not really wanting an answer and more just wanting to go back to sleep.

"Push ups." Inhale. "Wehrkin' on my stamina for OWLs." Inhale. "Are yew ready, Newell?" Inhale-exhale. "Yew should coom with me on m'morning run." Cutty wanted things that would be best gotten on a morning run, but would Caleb, being part black bear, might have opted to sleep in in the cool winter pre-sunrise morning. "Bart Maroon sometimes joins in."

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"Push ups." Inhale. "Wehrkin' on my stamina for OWLs." Inhale. "Are yew ready, Newell?" Inhale-exhale. "Yew should coom with me on m'morning run." Cutty wanted things that would be best gotten on a morning run, but would Caleb, being part black bear, might have opted to sleep in in the cool winter pre-sunrise morning. "Bart Maroon sometimes joins in."

Stamina in the middle of the night? Caleb had a hard time believing that. After all, this was CUTTY. There was usually a method to his madness - usually - but sometimes he wished the boy would just get on with it. Sometimes meaning those times when he woke him up in the bloody middle of the night...

"I think a good night's rest would do me good too," he grumbled sarcastically, but he had to admit, that morning run did sound kind of nice. Exercise probably WOULD do him good...exercise created blood flow to the brain, after all. Plus it was nice to see Bart every once in a while too...he was one of his favorite Gryffindors, after all.

"Maybe...ask me again in four hours," he grumbled. "Why did the urge to do push-ups strike you NOW?" he asked him. He knew there was a point here somewhere and if Cutty didn't get to it in the next few seconds, he was going back to bed.

"It's four in the morning!" He said as if it were late and Caleb were sleeping in. Cutty was one of those disgustin' morning folk, apparently. "I'm always oop at this hour. I pray." NO YOU DON'T, CUTTY MORDAUNT! "Soomtimes." NO! "And, I overheard Bianca Rush tellin' one of 'er little gehlfriends she thought yer were a stunner if only yer had a few less pounds on yer." LIES.COM!!!

Caleb needed a girl. An older girl. Perhaps one with experience if they were lucky. Someone to help take his mind off of OWL stress. Caleb's increasing cantankerousness was something Cutty was not all about.

Also, he sort of didn't trust that Caleb was the sort to leave him a blind-eye unturned and might possibly snitch if he knew half the things Cutty had planned for the year. Worse yet, he may asked to be paid for his silence not unlike Beverly Wayne. A distraction and an influence was chiefly what Cutty prescribed for the sleepy little he-bear. Not to mention he had questions about something Caleb had said during their last run in. It was something Cutty found almost misplaced on the normally respectful brother Newell.

Also, he wanted to use the prefects bathrooms for the access to the fancy water taps.

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"It's four in the morning!" He said as if it were late and Caleb were sleeping in. Cutty was one of those disgustin' morning folk, apparently. "I'm always oop at this hour. I pray." NO YOU DON'T, CUTTY MORDAUNT! "Soomtimes." NO! "And, I overheard Bianca Rush tellin' one of 'er little gehlfriends she thought yer were a stunner if only yer had a few less pounds on yer." LIES.COM!!!

Caleb needed a girl. An older girl. Perhaps one with experience if they were lucky. Someone to help take his mind off of OWL stress. Caleb's increasing cantankerousness was something Cutty was not all about.

Also, he sort of didn't trust that Caleb was the sort to leave him a blind-eye unturned and might possibly snitch if he knew half the things Cutty had planned for the year. Worse yet, he may asked to be paid for his silence not unlike Beverly Wayne. A distraction and an influence was chiefly what Cutty prescribed for the sleepy little he-bear. Not to mention he had questions about something Caleb had said during their last run in. It was something Cutty found almost misplaced on the normally respectful brother Newell.

Also, he wanted to use the prefects bathrooms for the access to the fancy water taps.

Caleb had a verrrrrry hard time believing that Cutty was up at 4 AM every morning. He'd have heard him if that was true. Although Caleb did sit up a bit at that Bianca bit - he'd only talked to her a few times, but was it true that she had been gossiping about him? And his looks? HE NEEDED TO LOSE WEIGHT?

Now Caleb KNEW Cutty was lying!

"Not true, I don't have an ounce of fat on my body!" Caleb declared boldly, knowing quite well that wasn't entirely true, but still, he didn't need to lose weight. Nope. Gain muscle, maybe...

"Is there a point to all of this?" he asked him, laying his head back down on the pillow. There HAD to be if Cutty was telling him all these lies and nonsense, trying desperately hard to keep his attention.

A clearly repressed chortle of laughter made itself known when Caleb reacted to the criticism over his physique. Someone was a bit sensitive about their weight. But anyway, Cutty wasn't trying to make Caleb feel bad about anything, only to motivate him.

Which was proving to be a harder task than Cutty reckoned it would be.

"Caleb A. Newell. We need to getchyer a gehl! And no one likes a lazy bum. So quit makin' it hard!" He said addressing the blanket cocoon that was his prefect. "Coom 'ed! Yew'll like running on Castle property I promise." And maybe, maaaybe Cutty would show Caleb his ill-begotten OWL notes. If it was one thing he knew Caleb Newell found irresistible it was success. And if one could guarantee it all the better. Although, maybe his Gryffindor parents beat this out of him with a steady diet of 'cheating is wrong'.

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A clearly repressed chortle of laughter made itself known when Caleb reacted to the criticism over his physique. Someone was a bit sensitive about their weight. But anyway, Cutty wasn't trying to make Caleb feel bad about anything, only to motivate him.

Which was proving to be a harder task than Cutty reckoned it would be.

"Caleb A. Newell. We need to getchyer a gehl! And no one likes a lazy bum. So quit makin' it hard!" He said addressing the blanket cocoon that was his prefect. "Coom 'ed! Yew'll like running on Castle property I promise." And maybe, maaaybe Cutty would show Caleb his ill-begotten OWL notes. If it was one thing he knew Caleb Newell found irresistible it was success. And if one could guarantee it all the better. Although, maybe his Gryffindor parents beat this out of him with a steady diet of 'cheating is wrong'.

"You're waking me up to give me dating advice?" Caleb asked with a raised eyebrow. Why was Cutty so suddenly concerned about his love life? Caleb didn't exactly feel like having this conversation NOW, in the dead of night, with his best frenemy, but he DID have a few girls that were...you know...on his radar. But he had prefect stuff to worry about! Patrols, OWLs...who had time for GIRLS right now?

If only Caleb had a time turner...

"Isn't it cold? Can't we run inside?" Caleb said, coming around to the idea a BIT about going for jogs and stuff. Now that he was awake, Cutty was starting to get through to him. A little. Maybe a walk around the common room. Not a run outside, though. IT WAS COLD.

Dante need to relax or just jump on his bed, tie a blanket around his neck, and pretend to be superhero. He had no shame in the dorm because really everyone here had to get use to each other. They had another 5 years left together. Or they could make bunk beds. Though he would have to take a vote on that since it would involve everyone else's bed. Though he could not see why they would say no. It would create room for things.

Like activities and such. Imagine all the cool things you can do with all the room it would make.

It was a cool idea in Dante's head. Dante took a running start and launched himself onto his bed. Just laying on it like a starfish.

Yes even he starfished sometimes. Even though he hates to admit it.

Stupid Nigel and his stupid starfishing.