Early morning. The sun had just begun to rise, illuminating the sleepy castle with bright orange rays. In your room, you can only hear the quiet snoring of your classmates.

You sleep soundly in your bed, hiding from the cold environment of the room under a warm blanket. You will have sweet dreams and you don’t even want to get out of the bonds of a warm blanket and soft pillows. However, the morning will clearly begin earlier than you would like.

You were torn out of your sleep by someone’s rough hand that persistently shook your shoulder. You shuddered and looked displeased with sleepy eyes at the one who woke you up. It was Oliver.

Oliver was already in his Quidditch uniform, clutching his broom close to him and there was no sleep in his eyes. He was completely collected and ready to train this early!?

"Come on, get up. Why are you still sleeping? We have training soon!"-Oliver whispered persistently and firmly. The guy clearly wasn’t bothered by the fact that it was still very early and that he prevented you from sleeping.