Clarity wrapped herself up, all cozy in a lavender duvet. Lovely, rainy Fall was aging into cold, brisk Winter.
The after-party party had completely died down, only a few family members remaind, tering, and drinking while their childeren were upstairs. Suffering from the heatless, dry, upstairs bedrooms.
Clarity sat, hunched on her four-poster bed. Tuning in and out of Ginnie's release-rant.
" I knew it! I knew that when i buggered off to Scotland everyone changed!"
Ginnie steamed, she was pacing around Clarity's bedroom, picking up small trinkets, or heavy novels, weighing them in her hands, and angrily stuffing them back in place. Clarity couldn't help but wince, very loudy when her father's book of poetry was slammed into the bookcase. It was hand-sewn, and very old. It needed to be treated with delicate fingers, not ones filled with rage.
Portia sipped quietly at a mug of hot cocoa from downstairs. She was also able to sneak up some strawberry frosted cakes, cucomeber sandwhiches, ginger-beer, and grape lollies. Clarity nibbled at the side of a sandwhich, trying not to get the crums on her bed. Ginnie seemed to be too frustrated to eat, which was terribly unlike her usual face-stuffing ways.
Then again, Clarity,Portia, Clark and Ginnie's adventures as Clear,Potion, Click and Ginger happened 12 years ago. Before they all "Buggered off" to Scotland, school and France.
Clarity stopped daydreaming right as Ginnie stopped talking, breathing heavily into a strawberry frosted cake. The room was quiet enough to hear into the other room. Nyree's room.
Ginnie and Portia both noticed, and if they were all telepaths, each of them jumped off of their seats and ran to the right wall, pressing their ears air-tight againest the wall.
The unatural high-pitched giggle only to be Brielle seeped through the wall, followed by Nyree's chuckle.
" I'm sure he'll propose very soon!"
A voice, unnameable said, exictedly. Ginnie's facxe began to flush, only guessing who "He" was.
" Oh, I know he will. I've been having this, sentiment d'amour, tuant tout autour de nous"
Brielle oozed, her perfect french causing Ginnie to gag. Clarity held back a giggle. They were to continue listening, when the door opened, loudly hitting againest the wall. Clarity jumped, Ginnie gasped, and Portia choked on her cucomeber sandwhich.
" Girls? What in the world are you doing?"
The heavily scottish accented, woman asked. Her eyes a piercing, electirc blue, and her feathered long hair the colour of ink.
" Oh, nothing, just...listening for..rats."
Ginne said, nervously. Portia laughed slightly, as the dark haired woman rolled her eyes, smirking. `Listening in on Nyree?
Clarity opened her eys, quite shocked that her aunt Rowena knew her so well. Rowena had been off in Scotland, principlaing a school with her 3 colleagues. Clarity LOved the idea of that. She too, wanted to a be teacher.
But for a strange reason, all the family members resented Rowena, and they didn`t want any of their childeren atending her school. She only scoffed, saying none of them were `qualified`soteven be sent an accecptance letter.
Auntie Rowena Ravenclaw was even to much for Alice to handle at times.
The after-party party had completely died down, only a few family members remaind, tering, and drinking while their childeren were upstairs. Suffering from the heatless, dry, upstairs bedrooms.
Clarity sat, hunched on her four-poster bed. Tuning in and out of Ginnie's release-rant.
" I knew it! I knew that when i buggered off to Scotland everyone changed!"
Ginnie steamed, she was pacing around Clarity's bedroom, picking up small trinkets, or heavy novels, weighing them in her hands, and angrily stuffing them back in place. Clarity couldn't help but wince, very loudy when her father's book of poetry was slammed into the bookcase. It was hand-sewn, and very old. It needed to be treated with delicate fingers, not ones filled with rage.
Portia sipped quietly at a mug of hot cocoa from downstairs. She was also able to sneak up some strawberry frosted cakes, cucomeber sandwhiches, ginger-beer, and grape lollies. Clarity nibbled at the side of a sandwhich, trying not to get the crums on her bed. Ginnie seemed to be too frustrated to eat, which was terribly unlike her usual face-stuffing ways.
Then again, Clarity,Portia, Clark and Ginnie's adventures as Clear,Potion, Click and Ginger happened 12 years ago. Before they all "Buggered off" to Scotland, school and France.
Clarity stopped daydreaming right as Ginnie stopped talking, breathing heavily into a strawberry frosted cake. The room was quiet enough to hear into the other room. Nyree's room.
Ginnie and Portia both noticed, and if they were all telepaths, each of them jumped off of their seats and ran to the right wall, pressing their ears air-tight againest the wall.
The unatural high-pitched giggle only to be Brielle seeped through the wall, followed by Nyree's chuckle.
" I'm sure he'll propose very soon!"
A voice, unnameable said, exictedly. Ginnie's facxe began to flush, only guessing who "He" was.
" Oh, I know he will. I've been having this, sentiment d'amour, tuant tout autour de nous"
Brielle oozed, her perfect french causing Ginnie to gag. Clarity held back a giggle. They were to continue listening, when the door opened, loudly hitting againest the wall. Clarity jumped, Ginnie gasped, and Portia choked on her cucomeber sandwhich.
" Girls? What in the world are you doing?"
The heavily scottish accented, woman asked. Her eyes a piercing, electirc blue, and her feathered long hair the colour of ink.
" Oh, nothing, just...listening for..rats."
Ginne said, nervously. Portia laughed slightly, as the dark haired woman rolled her eyes, smirking. `Listening in on Nyree?
Clarity opened her eys, quite shocked that her aunt Rowena knew her so well. Rowena had been off in Scotland, principlaing a school with her 3 colleagues. Clarity LOved the idea of that. She too, wanted to a be teacher.
But for a strange reason, all the family members resented Rowena, and they didn`t want any of their childeren atending her school. She only scoffed, saying none of them were `qualified`soteven be sent an accecptance letter.
Auntie Rowena Ravenclaw was even to much for Alice to handle at times.
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