Post by Julian Winslow on Jan 2, 2011 18:59:02 GMT -8
June 25, 10:00am
He had been awake for that last 45 minutes but as his current state was proving, the motivation level for doing much of anything was at an all time low. It was now 10:00 am. With a sigh Julian heaved himself up out of bed and proceeded to get dressed, throwing on a pair of worn baggy blue jeans and a rather wrinkly green t-shirt. It wasn't like he had to impress anyone right? It would just be another boring day with Order members running around doing things 'kids' weren't aloud to know about. As per usual that meant he was practically ignored. He hadn't seen hide nor hair of his dad since he'd been dropped at the safe house and quite frankly that was just fine. Come to think of it he hadn't seen Kara all that much either. For all Julian knew she was off gallivanting around with his dad.
He tried to push those dark thoughts from his head as he quickly ran a hand through his messy hair and made his way down to the kitchen in hopes of finding a bite to eat before he tried to figure out what he could occupy his time with. He grabbed a couple slices of toast before making his way to the table. As he inhaled his meager breakfast he bent his mind to the task at hand, what to do for the day. There was the Quidditch pitch, not that he could do anything with it since he didn't have a quaffle or a snitch. Hell he didn't even have a broom so that was out. He could wander the maze....though if any of the order caught him wandering out there he'd most likely get into trouble. That left practicing spells and what not which was all fine an dandy for a little bit but quickly got frustrating when things didn't work out like they were supposed to. He let out a frustrated sigh and let his head fall toward the table, where it landed with a resounding thud. Maybe he'd just crawl back into bed and let the world forget he even existed.