Run Joey Run

[Andres Todd]

Andres wrapped his black robe around his body. He leaned a kissed his still sleeping wife on the cheek. He stood up from the bed, slipped on his slippers and walked out of the bedroom. He checked in Missy and Rafael's room. The two were sleeping calmly in their bunks. The room looked like a tsunami had hit it. The chairs at their desks were broken. The wallpaper was torn and peeling off. There were broken pencils, pens, quills, spilled ink, and split wood on the floor. Andres sighed. They must have gotten into another fight. Andy had tried to get the two to get along by stuffing them in a room together. Instead of the two getting along, he was spending precious money on repairs for the room. Andy pulled a calligraphy pen from out of the wall. He sighed again. It was a pity that the twins did not get along with eachother.

After closing the door to the twin's room he passed by the bathroom to get to Spencer's room. His oldest son had gotten the priviledge of sleeping in the attic. He opened the swollen brown door by turning the brass doorknob and pushing in. There were 13 stairs that lead up to the attic. Climbing those stairs was a hardship Andres went through everyday. He heard bubbly noises, and he knew his eldest had something brewing. Andres reached the top of the stairs, and he saw a black cauldron with steam coming from the top and flowing to the bottom. Spencer was on the floor a few feet away wrapped in a thick pink blanket. His thumb was in his mouth. Andy chuckled and shook his head. The boy had a bed, but he always rolled out of it. Sunlight was starting to shine through the window in th attic. Andres decided to leave before Spencer woke up.

Andy apparated to the kitchen. He was going to give his family a treat and make dinner. Genevieve had been very tired and moody lately. His wife had not been herself, and he found it very weird. Genevieve would be the first one up, and by the time the food was finished the children were already up and arguing. There was never a quiet day in the house. Rafael and Missy were either far away from each other and arguing. Or the two were close to each other and physically fighting. Spencer was an owl and stayed in his room until called down. A few occasional explosions were heard. Andres preferred Spencer upstairs too. The child was strange, and he took an unusual interest in the human body. He sat down at the table while the magic he put into effect went to work. Never leave magic unattended, was what he was taught. He had started a strange family, but he did not regret it.

An hour later, "Come down for breakfast!" he called as he set five plates on the table. Andy was a great cook, and Missy preferred his cooking over her mother's. He was sure that was because the two did not get along well. He heard footsteps upstairs and then a scream. "It's breakfast,children, not war!" he called. He was not worried about what had caused his daughter to scream. Well, he assumed it was Missette.

 

[Missy Todd]

Missy Todd had not gone to sleep very pleasantly. Her and Rafael had fought over who got to use the desk first. Being twins, their father thought they should share a room together. Everything in the room had to be shared. At time they had to even share clothes. Missy found it to be torture. The two had reached an agreement to each get 30 minutes, Missy going first, but, of course, she went well over her time limit andd Rafael threw a fit. The two started fist fight, and then they went and started to tear up their room. Misssy saw it as their way of telling their father it was impossible for the two to share a room without threatening the longevity of the house. Magic was not the thing keeping the home standing, and casting magic that would keep the house standing took a lot of work.

Sunlight started to creep through the window. Missy turned and stuffed her face in her pillow, trying to cling onto a few more seconds of sleep. "Come down for breakfast!" Missy groaned in annoyance. Why couldn't breakfast be later. She spent have the night fighting with her brother. She deserved extra sleep. She threw her blankets off to the foot of the bed, while swinging her legs over the side of the bed. She stretched her arms to the sky and yawned. "Get up bonehead! Breakfast is ready." she sais sleepily to her brother on the top bunk. Missy slipped on her black pig slippers and she walked out of the room. The door to the attic swung open, but Missy pushed it closed again with much force. She heard Spencer emit a high pitched scream.

Missy giggled happily and ran down the stairs and into the kitchen. She kissed her father on the cheek as he was setting eggs on the table. "Good morning daddy." she beamed and took a seat at the table.

 

[Rafael Todd]

Rafael Todd had definitely gone to sleep witha bang. A fight with Missy always tired him out. His twin was always so unfair. It was a shame that the two were even called twins. Rafael did not see Missy as a sister. She was and obstacle in his way. He was going to knock her down. He was going to make sure she regretted everything horrible she had said to him. Rafael rolled on his back, still snoring loudly. He had to first learn something and Hogwarts. He had not been attending classes regulary, and his grades were nowhere near great, but Missy could not talk either. She was getting bad grades too. Unconciously, Rafael smiled. Twins had a lot of influence on eac other, and he was not considered a good influence.

Sunlight from the window hit his eyelids. The warmth of the sun on his already sweaty skin did not feel good. Rafael found it disgusting how he sweat at night. His parents said he would grow out of it. He believed his parents just did not want to deal with him and his problems. Rafael slowly held himself up on his elbows. He looked around with squinted eyes. He yawned and scratched his head. The sound of his sister's voice made him snort. "Whatever, you little harpie." he retorted. He threw his legs over the side of his bed and jumped. His feet hurt a little from landing so hardly. He slipped on his gray rat slippers and walked out of the room. It was rare when father made breakfast. He might as well enjoy it.

He stopped to let Spencer through. He heard his older brother's scream and it made him smile. "Nice one, Spence." he laughed and pushed past his brother. He quickly walked down the stairs, jumping over the last two, and he sat down across from Missy at the table. "Good morning father." he said emotionlessly as he took his fork and stabbed it in a hot link.

 

[Spencer Todd]

Spencer had gone to sleep cold. His mother had decided to brew a potion in his room. The potions being brewed made the room cold. His mother had a secret, and only Spencer knew what it was. As his mother's favorite child, Spencer knew the huge secret that would change the family's current lives. He knew Missy would get angry, and Rafael would be apathetic. No one paid attention to Rafael anyway, and it would not change when the secret was revealed. Spencer was excited though. It was not everyday the family was going to be forcefully brought together. Spencer could not wait to see Andres face most of all. Spencer giggled and rolled onto his stomach, still sleep. He knew that there were going to be 'once-in-a-lifetime' reactions to hos mother's news.

Light started to fill into the attic. Breaking out of his sleep, Spencer stretched his arm to the sky and yawned sleepily. He crawled out of his cover and to his dresser. He slept in his underpants, so he had to put some clothes on. It was cold, anyways. He heard his father call for breakfast. He quickly put some gray sweats and a red hoodie on. He walked down the stairs and opened the door. With much force the door slammed closed whiled hitting him in the nose. Surprised, Spencer screamed loudly and fell back on the ground. He was in pain and shock for a minute before he got up and opened the dooor again. This time he looked to see if anyone was coming. Rafael was waiting for him to pass. Spencer sighed and smiled at his younger sibling. He walked out of the door. He took a few steps before he was pushed into a wall. Spencer sniffled. "Why am I the victim of such abuse?" he whined and dragged himself downstairs.

He walked into the kitchen and he sat next to Missy. He looked at his father with a pout. "Your twins' are growing up to be bullies, Dad. They need some proper disipline." he complained. He stuck his tongue at both Rafael and Missy. He took his spoon, and he scooped some eggs onto his plate.