Finishing up my breakfast, I got up, with  The Prophet  in hand and went to the Gryffindor table. My friends were their usual selves in the morning. Barely awake. It astounded me that Ron was still able to shovel food into his mouth while he looked asleep. It was still disgusting mind you, but fascinating. I plopped down next to Harry as he slowly ate, startling him. He looked up to me and I could tell he was more exhausted than usual. 