Saturday, February 4th, Breakfast, Slytherin TableslytherinsaraOctober 11 2006, 21:53:01 UTC
Most people slept in on Saturdays, catching a few extra hours of sleep after 5 days of classes bright and early.
Sara of course, woke up bright and early, she dressed in clean and crisp robes and up to the main hall. There weren't that many students just yet in the Main Hall, those that were undoubtly the morning people. she picked out a good spot at the Slytherin table and looked over the menu choices.
She settled on Porridge. Her brothers didn't care much for it, but Sara loved it, she added a bit of brown sugar and milk, stirring it slowly.
She watched as more students filtered into the hall, but today was going to be a relaxing day, she'd already planned out her day, a few hours in the library, a few more finishing homework and probably a nice brisk walk through the grounds before going back to reading she was reading an adventure novel regarding a goblin during the wars.
Re: Saturday, February 4th, Breakfast, Slytherin Tablejojo_jenkinsOctober 11 2006, 22:05:43 UTC
It seemed the Jenkins children simply didn't appreciate the extra hours of sleep that could be gained from the arrival of the weekend. Jojo was another one of the few students in the school who woke before 9am of his own accord. He would wake around 7am every morning and go for a run, followed by a shower and breakfast. Really, the boy's life was ridiculously structured but it worked and that was what mattered
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Re: Saturday, February 4th, Breakfast, Slytherin TableslytherinsaraOctober 11 2006, 22:26:33 UTC
Sara seemed startled she looked at him in surprize, but offered him a quick smile. They didn't always get along, hell, they had quite a few common traits especially when it came to routines and schedules, something they both got from their mom. their younger brother Daniel on the other hand lived completely in the moment of whatever he was doing. The point was that even though Jojo was Sara's older brother they didn't stick to each other like glue, Sara was far to independant right from the start to look to her brother for guidance
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Re: Saturday, February 4th, Breakfast, Slytherin Tablejojo_jenkinsOctober 12 2006, 19:19:17 UTC
In spite of himself and completely going against his sombre mood, Jojo smiled at Sara's greeting. Really, it was just like her to question his finances. He shook his head slowly, vaguely wondering had Sara heard about him and Calie yet. Not many did, they'd been fairly subtle really
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Re: Saturday, February 4th, Breakfast, Slytherin TableslytherinsaraOctober 13 2006, 06:44:42 UTC
sara had almost completely opened it when Jojo held out his hand for it, she was reluctant, she wanted to read the letter first. But Jojo had this weird look on his face and she almost absently handed it to him when he stated he knew what it was about.
When he mentioned their Dad's trip to Egypt she frowned deeper and just nodded slightly.
...the boat crashed the words rang through her head, well so what? dad was a wizard he could just apparate away...
Dad's dead, Sara, and then she was crushed in Jojo's arms, she didn't know what to say, she sat mutely, her eyes lost focus and unable to see as her face was slightly crushed against her big brothers shirt. She didn't move, she didn't hug him back, she didn't even cry.
No. he had to be wrong. of course he was wrong, dad wouldn't just die. he was Dad
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Re: Saturday, February 4th, Breakfast, Slytherin Tablejojo_jenkinsOctober 13 2006, 16:26:36 UTC
Jojo felt the girl go limp in his arms and sighed softly, stroking his sister's hair out of her face. He basically sat there in silence as she lay on him, not knowing what else to do. When she sat up, Jojo could tell immediately that Sara was about to try and have a go at him. That just wasn't on, not..not now. "Why would I lie about this?" He asked coldly. "What fun could possibly be taken from this
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Re: Saturday, February 4th, Breakfast, Slytherin TableslytherinsaraOctober 13 2006, 16:57:18 UTC
Sara read the letter three times before the words finally sunk in, years of reading had made her a quick reader but she held that letter forever
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Re: Saturday, February 4th, Breakfast, Slytherin Tablejojo_jenkinsOctober 13 2006, 18:38:35 UTC
"Sara, we can't go home. Not like that," Jojo stated, taking the letter from her as she tried to speed past him. He had his own suspicions about what happened (damn Nico and his conspiracy theories), but he knew he wouldn't get a clear answer out of his mother so early after the death. Jojo knew to leave it a few days before even trying to pry. The family would have enough to deal with now, their own grief as well as each other's grief. They would be each others support system, unite together and stand strong...all of that stuff would now come into play as they faced the first big thing that had happened in this war to affect them all
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Sara of course, woke up bright and early, she dressed in clean and crisp robes and up to the main hall. There weren't that many students just yet in the Main Hall, those that were undoubtly the morning people. she picked out a good spot at the Slytherin table and looked over the menu choices.
She settled on Porridge. Her brothers didn't care much for it, but Sara loved it, she added a bit of brown sugar and milk, stirring it slowly.
She watched as more students filtered into the hall, but today was going to be a relaxing day, she'd already planned out her day, a few hours in the library, a few more finishing homework and probably a nice brisk walk through the grounds before going back to reading she was reading an adventure novel regarding a goblin during the wars.
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When he mentioned their Dad's trip to Egypt she frowned deeper and just nodded slightly.
...the boat crashed the words rang through her head, well so what? dad was a wizard he could just apparate away...
Dad's dead, Sara, and then she was crushed in Jojo's arms, she didn't know what to say, she sat mutely, her eyes lost focus and unable to see as her face was slightly crushed against her big brothers shirt. She didn't move, she didn't hug him back, she didn't even cry.
No. he had to be wrong. of course he was wrong, dad wouldn't just die. he was Dad ( ... )
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