Who: Cadwalladers Where: their kitchen When: wee hours of Thursday What: insomnia and tea. Warnings: SEX! DRUGS! PENGUINS! no, just kidding. none.
Eddie yawned, swirling the teabag around in the cup to make it steep faster. He had no idea if this actually worked, but he figured it couldn't hurt. His own tea (which, with the girliness pointed out, did seem to be a disturbing neon pink) was sitting to the side, and he was making a second cup for his sister. He was tired, but he couldn't make his mind shut off. He kept thinking about the DA and the disappearances and his father. His uncle was an auror, Eddie knew how these things worked.
Thus, he was standing in his kitchen in Batman pajama pants and a t-shirt at 3:30 in the morning, making a sleep aid tea for himself and his sister. He wondered if she was fretting about the same things. Probably not, which just made him fret more about her.