The First Day Begins

Brett Christopher Sol is rather hesitant to admit it in himself, but he is one of those who tend to get lost in the moment easily. Even with something as run-of-the-mill as cooking breakfast, which is what he was currently doing. He made two plates worth of scrambled eggs, sausage, and buttered toast. Placing them both on a small table centered in the open floor plan that served as the dining room between the kitchen and the living room, he then wiped his hands with the dish towel he had resting over one shoulder.

Another job well done, he presumed, though it was utterly trivial compared to his primary line of work. Still, had he never learned how to cook, they'd either be starving or stuck forcing down burnt raw bits of black coal-textured garbage from the stuff she'd always make.

Which reminded him, she should probably be in the room with him by now. But she wasn't. The seconds hand of the clock on the wall ticked away at every instance in the background. He got the encouragement to look at that clock and saw the time read at about seven-thirty-two in the morning.

Damn it! Was she planning on sleeping the day away?! On the most important day that'll determine the fate of their next few years?!

Brett rushed into the hallway and stopped in front of the bedroom door to his right. He knocked three times and got no response. He knocked again, this time calling out to her, "Hey, Felicia! Are you up? It's almost time to go!"

Still nothing.

His patience running dry, he went for the doorknob, twisted it, and pushed forward and into the room.

As soon as he entered the room, it was dark. The window curtains were still shut, letting in only thin lines of sunlight from the sides inside. Even in the dark, he could notice it as plain as day. Her room was a mess. Clothes, papers, snack wrappings, and books were scattered on the floor to the extent that he could barely see the carpet. He was careful not to trip but eventually stumbled over her backpack also on the floor, cursing beneath his breath. He made a mental note to be sure and scold her for that one.

Getting further into the room, he soon reached the bedside where a lump in the blankets showed that she, of course, was still sleeping soundly.

"Ugh, why am I not surprised?" he quietly complained to himself, annoyed by the situation.

Knowing meek methods of waking somebody up were hopeless on her, he had to take a different approach than normal. He first yanked off the blankets that acted as her shield even from what little morning light seeped in, and he was immediately exposed to a gentle heatwave along with her peaceful and graceful sleep.

She was laying on her side and her body was kind of curled into a ball. Her knees reached her chest and she was hugging her pillow in both arms. She wriggled around on the mattress messing up the fitted sheet while trying to get comfortable again. Her very long shiny silver white hair glimmered slightly when a line of sunlight peeked over from the window. It spread onto her face, but she didn't flinch or twitch an eye, which both remained closed. With this, one could easily be fooled by her beauty and delicate-looking form. That she is as elegantly and gracefully behaved as she appears to be. But Brett knew better.

He may have been tricked by her in the past, but he's learned a thing or two on credulity, Felicia's naturally feisty conduct, and her insolent mannerisms. With this in mind, he took to exploiting one of her greatest weaknesses in order to wake her up.

In his hand, he was holding a fork with a sausage on its little silver spikes. He slowly waved the forked sausage link back and forth in front of Felicia's face and nose for a good several moments before she started taking a few big whiffs. Brett got her attention now, moreover he got her to wake up. She didn't even open her eyes when she tried to snatch a bite of the sausage, following the scent of the meaty link and crawling on her hands and knees towards the edge of the bed. But Brett quickly moved back his hand, bringing the fork to his chest, and Felicia stumbled off her bed and onto the floor with a thud, face first.

"Ow, ow, ow! What was that for?!"

"You can't keep doing this, you know," Brett said looking down at her.

"Huh, what…what are you talking about?" she questioned him groggily while rubbing the back of her head, messing up her already scraggly hair further, and her eyes were still shut.

"Seriously?! I know you're lazy, but you're not stupid!" he started getting annoyed, "You need to get ready for school! If you're late for your first day, at this rate, your family won't let you and me stay here in London much longer!"

All of a sudden, Felicia's face and expression changed from sleepy and confused to that of excitement and a feeling of ready to go. Without warning, she jumped to her feet, ran past Brett and went straight to the window. She grabbed the curtains with both hands and ripped them open to the sides, finally allowing the sunlight to enter and banish the darkness engulfing her messy room. The window was actually tall enough that it reached from the floor to the ceiling, so it let in a lot of light. Despite having just woken up, Felicia Limoxberg didn't dare bat an eye away from the sun or the sights outside. She had always wanted to live in the city, and now she is getting her chance. Smiling so big, the corners of her mouth stretching from ear to ear, and her bright aquamarine blue colored eyes wide with eagerness and hopeful anticipation.

As their flat was on the fifth floor, she felt she could see out for miles beyond. She saw the rooftops of the buildings that were smaller and shorter, along with the pedestrians on the streets below. She gazed towards the much taller buildings in the distance with just as much joy. They all glimmered like stars. Shining, admired, and resilient. To her, it was all more magical than anything she or her family of sorcerers or any other magic user in the world for that matter could manage.

She and Brett had arrived just a couple of days before, and this was the behavior she has been displaying ever since they first stepped foot into the capitol city.

"Uh…Felicia?" Brett felt like he was kept in the dark about something by the way she was now.

She turned her head back to look at him and exclaimed with a grin, "This is going to be so great! I can't wait to start today!"

"If that's so, then you can start by getting dressed and eating breakfast. We have to leave in a few minutes."

"Yes, right! Just a little bit longer, okay?"

"What, to look out the window? You that that just most of last night!"

"That was nighttime! This is daytime!"

Brett sighed, put one hand on his hip, and tilted his head to the side. He was unbelievably frustrated, considering how much of Felicia he's tolerated over the years. Having already learned he cannot change her, and she is as stubborn as she is impulsive. And so Felicia kept looking out the window in awe, while Brett stayed ten feet behind her as he took a munch on the fork, sticking the whole sausage into his mouth.