Onyx had been quick to fall asleep, and unsurprisingly he had slept through the night. He was slow to wake up the next morning, his bed was warm. He rolled over, stretching and slowly coming to. He ran his tongue over his lips, flicking his lip ring without really thinking. He reached out, fingers outstretched and wanting to cuddle. His eyes fluttered open and he sat up. He felt his heart drop at how empty his room was. He sighed, falling back onto the pillows.
After a minute, he sighed and got up. He found his wand and slipped it into his pocket with his phone. He’d gotten into the habit of having his wand with him even if his magic was weak like his uncle had advised him. He turned on his phone and plugged in his headphones, trying not to pout too much as he wandered into the kitchen. He hated waking up alone. If he hadn’t been staring at his feet he might have spotted the men sitting in the kitchen, but he was busy pouting.
He shuffled over to the fridge, pulling out a juice box. Nothing in the fridge was ready to eat, so he turned to the cupboard and opened that up instead, trying to cheer up when he saw the box of ready to eat pastries. He reached for them but they were too high. He almost climbed onto the counter, but he hesitated. He remembered how Jamie had gone on about magic. He bit his lip, hesitating a minute before pulling out his wand. He tried the spell, once, twice, dissapointed when the spell didn’t work. He tried a third time, and the box shot down. His pleasure was short lived as the box slammed into his nose hard enough that he fell back onto the floor.
He cussed, holding his hands over his face. Grumbling, frustrated, he pushed himself up, gathering his scattered things- the phone, the wand, the box, throwing them carelessly onto the counter. He turned and shuffled back to his room, tired and frustrated. He fell back into bed and pulled the covers up over his head, agitated and just wanting to sleep.
