Nine-thirty on a Saturday morning. Those who weren't recovering from a late night of sex and alcohol were already up and at them. Lucian, unfortunately, found himself rolling out of his own empty bed at nine-thirty one with an unpleasant look on his face. Wow. He couldn't remember spending one of the first weekends of school alone... He sat on the edge of his bed and scratched his head. The initial morning shock had worn off and he was stuck on what to do. He had never been an exceptionally fast-thinker. He liked it when other people thought for him. His stomach growled almost in answer and without hesitation he was digging through his trunk for something decent to wear. No stuffy uniform today, no collar or tie or itchy wool vest. Today's attire was a simple t-shirt and jeans, and his favourite steel-toed boots.
The common room was strangely quiet on the way out. Everyone was probably snuggled up against whoever they had managed to snag last night. Feeling horribly miserable and sorry for himself Lucian stalked up from the dungeons and into the Great Hall. The Slytherin table was empty. Just what had he done to deserve this? There wasn't even anyone to talk to...
'Fucking bastards, the lot of them,' he mumbled to himself. He wiped the last bit of sleep from his eyes and plopped down uncerimoniously where ever the hell he wanted to. He had a choice of any seat. The food in front of him looked half-heartedly appealng though, and he started to load his plate with sausages and toast and a bit of scrambled egg. He was a guy after all, and guys generally ate whatever they could get. ...This was all he could get this morning. Not even the post was arriving yet he noticed with a yawn and began to stab at the meat on his plate.
A reckless idea struck him suddenly and, without thoroughly thinking anything through per usual, Lucian grabbed the nearest knife. He pushed his plate aside an inch or two and began to engrave his name into the very surface of the wood. It didn't occur to him what professors may have been watching. He was simply intent on etching the most perfect 'L' he was capable of. Maybe it would pass the time until company arrived.