The Kitchen

Eirina smiled.

"I'm going to bed kids, but your curfew is midnight and don't be ruining this house or leaving this house, okay?"

"Awww but I wanted to almost get myself killed tonight. Darn!"

Myra nodded not sure how to react so she just smiled "Good night."

Cazz looked up and waved at Luke. "See you later mate."

Myra huffed "Damn that drama...." she looked at a spoon "Damn you spoon..." she said glaring at its shiney surface.

Getting up she made her way upstairs. She needed sleep.. a lot of it.

He walked in and started looking around for food

"Whats for breakfast?" He asked nobody

Eirina walked in with her pajamas and a robe on, tired and rubbing her eyes.

"Whatever you can find..."

"Morning Headmistress" He said, looking over at her

"Morning..."

She mumbled and sat down, eyes half closed as she drank coffee instead of tea.

Earl waved his wand and a large bowl of cereal appeared in front of him, he yawned and began to eat but stopped
"When are quidditch tryouts?" He asked before returning to his breakfast

Eirina started to slowly wake up and shook her head a bit.

"Well I can't tell you that. But sooner then you might think."

"Cant tell me? Its quidditch!" He said, chuckling a bit

"Okay fine, Slytherin and Ravenclaw's are this week and next week are Gryffindor's and Hufflepuffs."

"Really? Sweet!" He said, grinning widely and slightly swinging his beaters arm
"How about head boy? Whos that?" He asked slightly hopeful, thinking she might actually answer

Eirina sighed a bit, too tired to answer any more questions.

"I don't know. That's going to take a while."

Earl nodded and began eating again


(sorry, lost connection)

(it's okay, me too, there's a thunderstorm XP)

Eirina slowly sunk forward in her chair, resting her head on the table. She had no idea why she was tired.

(lol, my computer just has a plot to piss me off XP)

"Whats wrong?" He asked, finishing his cereal and putting his bowl in the sink and rinsing it off

(well that's not good XP)

Eirina shook her head from her position on the table.

"Not a clue."

"Morning Blaire....Sick?" He asked, looking at her