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Week Name/Date/Time: ‘The Mistletoe Mishap’ / Tuesday, December 27th / 4:00 PM.
Location: Brightwell Home - Cork, Ireland
Open To: Rylie!
Currently Involving: Sean
A big mess, that's what the Brightwell home looked like two days after Christmas. A very big mess. Well, a very big mess encased within a very small home.
And it happened every year. The trouble was, the Brightwells were not very fond of cleaning. They were fond of presents and food and drinks, ho ho ho, and above all else, they were fond of fun. Five kids, two parents, two grandparents, and not a bit of neatness to be found? Pandemonium. Food strewn about the kitchen! New presents underfoot in every room! Grandad dancing with Granny in the bathroom, for some strange reason! And the living room? Filled to the brim with wrapping paper, just filled.
Of course, there were also four magically inclined people living under that roof, but magically inclined was sort of pushing it. Sean had inherited his extreme lack of magical prowess from his father, and Sean Sr. had also seen fit to pass his lack of skill with a wand down to fourteen year old Cody and thirteen year old Teagan, who were just as hopeless in classes as Sean was and were, besides, not of age and not to be doing magic outside of school. And the rest of them -- Ma and Granny and Grandad and Tara and Owen -- well, weren't they just too stuffed from eating all those pastries, weren't they just?
And Sean would have been perfectly fine to hang about in the mess, except Rylie was hopefully coming over today, wasn't she, and although he wasn't sure she'd care if his house was a right ol' mess, it would be nice for them to have a place to sit or something, wouldn't it?
Which was why he was currently cleaning off the sofa, shoving all the wrapping paper to the floor, and then (thinking better of it), getting a garbage bag from the kitchen to put the mess into. Cleaning! Sean Brightwell, CLEANING.
"Ye help me out, too, Cody," he called to his brother, "as ye aren't doin' a thing 'cept sittin' about an' wastin' space. Come on."
And as much as Cody didn't want to clean either, he got up and dutifully began shoving things into the garbage bag, because it wasn't often that Sean issued an order. Clearly, he was excited to see Rylie!
Location: Brightwell Home - Cork, Ireland
Open To: Rylie!
Currently Involving: Sean
A big mess, that's what the Brightwell home looked like two days after Christmas. A very big mess. Well, a very big mess encased within a very small home.
And it happened every year. The trouble was, the Brightwells were not very fond of cleaning. They were fond of presents and food and drinks, ho ho ho, and above all else, they were fond of fun. Five kids, two parents, two grandparents, and not a bit of neatness to be found? Pandemonium. Food strewn about the kitchen! New presents underfoot in every room! Grandad dancing with Granny in the bathroom, for some strange reason! And the living room? Filled to the brim with wrapping paper, just filled.
Of course, there were also four magically inclined people living under that roof, but magically inclined was sort of pushing it. Sean had inherited his extreme lack of magical prowess from his father, and Sean Sr. had also seen fit to pass his lack of skill with a wand down to fourteen year old Cody and thirteen year old Teagan, who were just as hopeless in classes as Sean was and were, besides, not of age and not to be doing magic outside of school. And the rest of them -- Ma and Granny and Grandad and Tara and Owen -- well, weren't they just too stuffed from eating all those pastries, weren't they just?
And Sean would have been perfectly fine to hang about in the mess, except Rylie was hopefully coming over today, wasn't she, and although he wasn't sure she'd care if his house was a right ol' mess, it would be nice for them to have a place to sit or something, wouldn't it?
Which was why he was currently cleaning off the sofa, shoving all the wrapping paper to the floor, and then (thinking better of it), getting a garbage bag from the kitchen to put the mess into. Cleaning! Sean Brightwell, CLEANING.
"Ye help me out, too, Cody," he called to his brother, "as ye aren't doin' a thing 'cept sittin' about an' wastin' space. Come on."
And as much as Cody didn't want to clean either, he got up and dutifully began shoving things into the garbage bag, because it wasn't often that Sean issued an order. Clearly, he was excited to see Rylie!