Eluned Strangewayes
on top of the daybreak, the last one to bed
- Messages
- 107
- OOC First Name
- Clairey
- Relationship Status
- Too Young to Care
- Age
- (05/2048) 11
Ned arrived at Ten's house and thumped on the door, sweaty, panting, but still bouncing with the excitement of a springer spaniel puppy. In her hand she clutched a folded letter that bore signs of having been yanked out of its envelope very forcefully and read a dozen times; the edges were crumpled and a number of greasy finger marks decorated the corners. Where was Ten? Surely she hadn't forgotten it was Ned's birthday; they'd spent most of the evening before talking about it.
Lifting the letterbox flap, Ned peered down the hallway inside. "TEN! WAKE UP!" she called. There couldn't be any other explanation; Ten had overslept. Admittedly, it was six-thirty in the morning, but Ned felt wide awake, and soon so would everybody else in the Layton-King household.
Lifting the letterbox flap, Ned peered down the hallway inside. "TEN! WAKE UP!" she called. There couldn't be any other explanation; Ten had overslept. Admittedly, it was six-thirty in the morning, but Ned felt wide awake, and soon so would everybody else in the Layton-King household.
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