Tossing the finished apple core to the side, Arya headed back into the house, shutting the door behind her. She figured they had another few minutes before the airship came to pick them up, so no point in standing around doing nothing. She stepped into the living room, where two piles of belongings lay on the floor. One was a neatly stacked pyramid of boxes, which was Jacob's. The other was a haphazard pile of bags, suitcases, and boxes. That one belonged to her. It was funny, she remembered how their parents would always berate her for being so messy and care free. Jacob was always the neat one, his room being meticulously organized and not a single item out of place. But she never had cared too much about that, preferring instead to be outside and rough housing with neighbors. 
	She heard a thump and a grunt from the direction of her brother's room, him presumably trying to pack up his clothes. It was strange, he was usually the one all packed up and ready, and the one reminding her of things she had forgotten. Was something on his mind? He had always been the most sensitive of the two twins.
	
	Jacob emerged out of his room, looking slightly winded and holding a suitcase. "There. All packed now." He said, setting it down next to his pile of boxes. He turned his head to look at Arya and asked "Something up? You seem tense." Arya shook herself out of reverie and smiled wanely. "I'm fine." She lied. Damn it, she knew better than to lie to him. He could always tell when somebody was lying to him, thanks to his gift for souls. But Jacob just shrugged and sat down heavily on a worn but comfortable looking couch, opening up one of the books he almost always had tucked under his arm. This time it was a thick tome on the topic of soul binding. But she could tell by a quick glance at his eyes that he wasn't actually reading it. He had that same troubled look in his eyes he had earlier when she had found him by the apple tree. He glanced at his watch and said "C'mon, the airship will be here any minute." He put the book in one of the boxes and pulled out his rowan wood wand. Raising his arm slightly, the piles of luggage rose up into the air, following the two as they walked out of their house and back on to the lawn.