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Stats: sta 7 ⊹ eva 9 ⊹ str 7 ⊹ wis 10 ⊹ arc 8 ⊹ acc 7 | Date: 22/07/26 | Time: | CC:#2E8B57
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Morning broke across the Killarney landscape and Siobhan was softly snoozing above the covers in her room. It wasn't too warm for the start of the day but would eventually reach a much higher temperature as the afternoon sun broke through the clouds and the sky filled with the sizzle of summer. However for now, Siobhan was quietly at peace with the alone time she so desperately craved in the middle of her trips home. Toaster was piled at her feet and was making far more noise than she was in terms of sleep sounds. The fat lump had spent the whole hours of 3am and 4am wailing to be let out for a resounding total of five minutes before he heaved himself into the position he was in now and remained there for the better part of the night.

As the sun drifted across her face and her internal clock recognized the shift from the nocturnal into the diurnal, Siobhan found herself rousing from sleep with a gracious yawn and a sizable stretch. Alongside her, Toaster followed suit though his was then accompanied by the sounds of what Siobhan could only deduce as "hunger pains." The cat was never in short supply of food and more often than not was in the company of too much food and far too many treats. This was supposed to be his slim down summer but as far as she could tell, Toaster had only grown more- well... Toaster shaped.

"Breakfast sounds great Toaster- come on, lets find Moir. Siobhan muttered quietly in the morning sound that her voice tended to register as, scratching Toaster behind his left ear. Toaster let out a chirp of approval to this and his fat, cumbersome body, wiggled itself off the bed in her wake. She descended the steps slowly, taking care to hold on to both railings and scan with her foot for anything that Porter or perhaps Kaitlyn had left on the stair throughout the night. The comforting smell of her mothers detergent greeted her as she stepped into the kitchen light and Toaster began to paw at his food bowl.

"Maidin mhaith." came the warm timber of her mother's voice from the kitchen island. Every morning without fail, Ophelia McCarty was up and about preparing breakfast for the family and taking a moment or two to herself before the masses piled in and needed things of her until they departed for bed in the evening. Soon after, the youngest of the family, kaitlyn would appear without equal fail. Siobhan had always liked these peaceful moments between herself, her sister, and her mother. It made up for the shock factor that always met her whenever she was to return to the colder castle walls back at Hogwarts.

"Ooilley kiart?" Siobhan answered back, reciprocating Kaitlyn's hug and as she nudged Toaster's cat food towards the impatient beast who was now circling her and sustaining one consistent meow.

"Is the living room all clean for your friend? He's still coming to stay with us for the week if that's the plan." her mother's voice followed.

The cup filled with cat-food dropped from Siobhan's hand and Toaster's whinging started up with thunderous encore.

"Ay ay ay- Siobhan, curb that cat. It is far too early for this." the deeper voice of Niall McCarty rang out as he joined both mother and daughter (and cat) in the kitchen. Siobhan knelt to the ground to fill the bowl, appeasing Toaster for the moment before she stood back up.

"I... forgot he was coming. He hasn't written to me yet so I assumed he wasn't- but-"

No sooner than the words had left her mouth, the sound of a snowy owl broke through the commotion and yet another set of voices, one belonging to Declan, the other to Agatha, jumped at the birds entrance.

"An owl?? It's morning time, no?" Agatha asked with a sense of genuine curiosity as she opened the window for the sweet thing, helping it find a perk on the counter where Siobhan stood.

"Siobhan is that from your boyfriend?" Cillian teased before a sharp yelp emanated from his mouth as both Agatha and Siobhan elbowed him in his ribs.

"He's not my boyfriend! He's just a- a friend!" she seethed through her teeth and the furiously developing flush across her face. The sounds of multiple work boots and a stern scoff rounded out the last of the McCarty children, though neither had been children for quite some time.

"He better not be. We've yet to meet the arrogant prick." Declan's voice snapped as Eoghan ruffled Siobhan's hair in that way older brothers do. Ophelia tsked loudly as she scolded Declan for his crude language so early in the morning and the sounds of chaos ensued. The owl hopped over to Siobhan and she carefully gave the side of its feathered cheek a ruffle was she took the letter out of its beak.

Across the letter in a very sloppy braille puncture were simply three words.

get the door

"Get the door? What the hell does that mean?" Siobhan murmered to herself as she walked out of the kitchen where the usual morning chaos was continuing to erupt. The sound of the owl taking off assured her that it was out of the way of being poked and prodded by nosy siblings, but it still didn't answer her question.

Get the door?

As she passed by the front door, a loud couple slams spooked the holy hell out of her and she tripped into the floor, unsure of where the noise had come from specifically. When the auditory issue had finally processed in her brain, it was already too late as the excited sound of Kaitlyns running feet beat her to answering the door.

"Mamyr! Papa! Siobhan's boyfriend is here!"

Siobhan didn't want anything more at the moment than to be swallowed up by the Earth and spit out the other end into space. The recipient of Kaitlyn's unfortunate announcement was none other than Prat Pass.

And she was still in her pajamas- completely spooked like a deer in the shine of truck lights.


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Manx Translations:

1: Maidin mhaith: Good morning
2: Ooilley kiart?: All right?
3: Mamyr: Mommy

𝑴𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈: @Prat Pass

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