brandi. (zombiephile) wrote in daiquiri, @ 2008-01-22 02:24:00 |
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Sally-Anne was on the mend, but she was still sleeping for hours every day. The mononucleosis that had gotten her sent home from school in March for the rest of the term had really taken it's toll on her. She had already been asleep the previous night, when Jonathan had returned home from school. And she was still asleep when, at just past noon, the door into her bedroom inched open. The house was quiet, since Nick and Lizzie were playing outside in the yard, and Arthur and Michael had moved out long ago, were living and working on their own. Their parents were both at work, and Jonathan was peeking in on his favourite sibling. "Wakey wakey, little miss Sally-Anne," he said in a teasing voice, crossing the room to her bed and crouching down in front of her, poking her nose lightly. Sally-Anne screwed up her face, pulling the comforter over her head with a little whine. After a few moments, though, the comforter inched back down and Sally was peeking over the edge of it at Jonathan. "Don't get close, Jon. I'll get you sick!" she warned. Jonathan laughed and held up the Quidditch magazines that he'd been hiding behind his back. "Guess you don't want these, then." Sally-Anne's eyes went wide at the sight of them, and she fixed the best puppy eyes ever on her brother. "Pleeeeeeease?" she asked, sitting up a little, though just the effort from that left her tired. Jonathan smiled and set the magazines on the floor before helping her to sit up, then tucked the comforter around her. "Well, since you said please." He picked them up off the floor and handed them to her. "Your reading materials, milady." "Thank you!" If she wasn't so tired and worried that she was still contagious (even though the healers had said that she wasn't), she'd hug him. She was just happy to have him home. As much as she loved Nick and Lizzie, their parents had kept them away from her for the bulk of Sally-Anne's sickness, and she'd been too tired to play with them, anyway. Plus, they just weren't her favourite sibling. "Anything for my favourite little Sally-Anne." Jonathan grinned and ruffled her hair, which caused Sally-Anne to stick her tongue out at him. "Oh, and I might just have ..." he dug into the pocket of his robes and pulled out a small bag of chocolate frogs. "... a little something else for little miss Sally-Anne. Quidditch and candy, that's the way to my sister's heart, right?" Sally-Anne almost wanted to cry, but the good kind of cry. She'd missed Jon while he was still at school, and he really knew her the best. Sometimes, with five siblings, it was easy to get lost in the crowd, but Jon never let her feel that way. Jon deposited the candy on Sally-Anne's lap, then dragged a chair over to her bedside, sitting down and leaning forward with his elbows on his knees. "So, little miss Sally-Anne. I do believe that mono is the kissing disease. What blokes have you been kissing, eh? Do I need to go beat someone up for getting you sick?" It was just like always. |