Third Floor Common Room [Saturday, Mid-morning]

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Trouble with being six, rather than sixteen, was always going to start with the size problem. Mostly the height problem. Everything good always seemed to be kept just out of reach of small hands, and that included a decent breakfast.

Effy didn't really want to starve, but at the same time, there wasn't exactly anyone around to do it all for her.

So she was going to stand and stare up at the higher cupboards, like maybe she could make them relinquish the food in there with just the power of her mind.

Clearly it wasn't going very well.

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Effy cocked her head curiously. How did he know that sort of thing for sure?

Still, she nodded, and darted away between the table legs and chairs to head back that way, assuming he'd probably follow.

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Mat scampered after her, then grinned and tried to race past her.

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Okay Effy, quiet as she was, was still a competitive little thing. So that only spurred her to her own little burst of speed to try and make sure she reached the chair before him.

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And Mat had been taught to let his sisters win (stupid sisters), so he let her get there first.

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Being one of those with an older brother, Effy was very, very used to being 'allowed' to win. Tony could beat her easily in pretty much anything, but was trained not to for the sake of his baby sister.

Whatever, it wasn't going to stop her from looking a little smug as she clambered onto the chair. It was her podium.

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"Can you reach any more cakes?" Mat checked.

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Effy peered over her shoulder to check, and not finding any more Pop Tarts, grabbed a box of Capn' Crunch instead and offered that to him.

It was... close. Or something.

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"What's that?" Mat asked.

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Effy blinked. What kind of kid didn't know cereal. It might not be the sort of cereal she was used to back home, but even she knew what it was.

So to illustrate she pulled open the box and offered it towards him, nodding encouragingly. It was good and worth eating, yes!