"Get up sleepyhead!"

	Alexander Le’Fontane was shouting at her to get up, and although Kiera Dolrosch had plenty of respect for him, she groaned with a large amount of annoyance. "COMING," she screamed at Alex, which really wasn't very helpful or necessary. "In a minute. Pancakes?" She rolled out of bed, her violently red shock of hair sticking out every witch way. She ran a hand through her hair, which of course helped nothing. In fact, it made things sufficiently worse. She opened the door, stuck her touge out at him and slammed the door. She threw on an outfit that was comprised of a pair of black jeans and her [url=https://image.spreadshirtmedia.com/image-server/v1/mp/products/P1001269229T943A231MPC1002209642PA1939PT17X18Y0S43/views/1,width=300,height=300,appearanceId=231,backgroundColor=E8E8E8,version=1472100430/anatomical-heart-women-s-roll-cuff-t-shirt.jpg]heart t-shirt.[/url] She walked out of her room, hairbrush in hand. She plopped down into a chair and began to tug on it harshly. The brush made snarling sounds as she dragged it through her hair. "Ow," she winced out. The hair tie on her wrist looked like it was about to fall apart, which it was. Kiera was lazy about replacing them. And then the brush snapped. [i]Shit[/i], she thought.

	Kiera ran back to her room to grab the next one she owned. Her hair eventually calmed down and reformed, although not painlessly. She braided it back, adding liberal amounts of hair gel to get it to stay. She could smell the pancakes even from where she was in her room. "They smell really good, Alex," she stated as she walked out of her room. Kiera's stomach growled. "I'm hungry," she whined, even though she was only hungry because she could smell Alex's pancakes, which tasted magical. Alex didn't seem to like it when she called them that though, so she kept the thought to herself. She glanced at the clock. 6:30. That explained some of her tiredness, but not all of it. She and Alex had to be at the hospital at seven forty-five, though for different jobs. She couldn't help but feel a childish buzz of excitement as she sat at the kitchen table. [i]Today's the day,[/i] she thought. [i]Today's the day.[/i]

	She headed over to the fridge to grab syrup for her pancakes. She muttered a 'Good Morning' to Alex as she passed him, still more tired than she should be at six thirty in the morning. His hair was impeccable as always, glinting gold in the morning light. Kiera continued on her sleepy mission for syrup, opening the fridge and fumbling for a second before pulling it out. "Aha! I have found the golden snitch!," she exclaimed tiredly. Kiera plopped down in her chair and piled pancakes onto her plate, moaning as she took the first syrup-drenched bite. "These are so good, Alex," she mumbled around her mouthful. "Thank you."