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Third Floor Common Room [Saturday, Mid-morning]

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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Rose had woken up way down in town, but she wanted food, and the place for food was the castle. ...she didn't know why she knew that, but it was totally true. Really.

"What are you staring at, silly?" she asked the girl as she tumbled into the Common Room.

Effy turned, only briefly looking put out at being called silly, and then pointed right back up at the cupboards high above her head.

Duh! What did it look like she was looking at?

Maybe if she went over, she'd see why there was staring.

Nope. Still cupboards.

"I don't see anything special," Rose informed her. "Can you make 'em move with magic?"

Alex, who blessedly missed this bit of weirdness, wandered into this common room because he could and he didn't want to be downstairs. Unfortunately, he missed the small children that were wandering around because he wasn't expecting that to happen again anytime soon. The island liked its cycles.

Also, they were tiny and he was not. He'd see them in a minute. Maybe.

Oh, Rose was going to get the sort of withering look that Effy could manage whatever age the island had stuck her at.

She also shook her head for the clarification. Not the cupboards, it was what was in them that she was getting at. Big difference that was difficult to illustrate when you couldn't reach them.

At any age, Effy's superpower of withering looks was well-matched by Rose's distinct lack of caring.

"So climb up and get it," she said. "Don't be a baby."

Maybe.

But it appeared they'd see him first. Effy peered at him from around a table leg as he came in, taking her attention off the kitchen cupboards for the time being. He was probably getting used to getting watched by that intense blue-eyed stare. Age didn't really change that... she was just a fair bit smaller.

"Who are you?" Rose demanded, hands on her hips as she eyed the intruder warily. "Are you too old to go to this castle?"

Effy's mouth twisted in consideration, and she stepped a little closer to grab at the edge just to check if she could. Grabbable, not get-up-able. Not without something else.

She was determined, if nothing else, to prove that she was not a baby.

Raven did not like this place. She'd rather be back in Azarath, where it was quiet and peaceful instead of so noisy and full of emotion, but there wasn't anything she could do about that right now. On the other hand, something she could do something about was that she was hungry. The fifth floor common room was empty, so she wandered downstairs until she found other people. "Hello," she said quietly.

When someone was staring at you, it didn't take long to realize that before you were turning around and looking back.

"Jesus, again?" Alex muttered, not quite taking in the familiarity just yet because he was too stuck on the fact that there were kids here again. "You lost kid? Are just prone to staring?"

"Fuck me, another one?" Alex asked, making a face and shaking his head. This freaking island. "I'm Alex and I think I'm old enough to be here. You might be the out of place one, kid. Who're you?"

Rose shook her head, hair flying behind her and ran over to drag a chair over. The legs screeched against the floor, but she paid it no mind.

Dhampir reflexes were still good even at age five, and Rose at any age was reckless so she bounded onto the chair then up to the counter. "See? Come on!"

Effy blinked at her, and after a brief moment lifted the hand that wasn't clutching her stuffed giraffe in a sort of wave. It was about as good at this whole 'greetings' thing as she got.

She then hopefully pointed towards the cupboards. So what if Raven was only about as big as she was. You never could tell.

"I'm Rosemarie Hathaway," she told him. "And don't matter if you think you're old enough. Maybe you're just stupid."

Rose was always a charmer, yes.

"It's not quiet time," Rose informed Raven. "You don't gotta be quiet."

Raven's gaze followed her finger. "I cannot reach there," she said solemnly. "I am too small. Can you not speak? Are you mute? Perhaps I can heal you."

Yes. Even when she was that small, that didn't change. Shhh.

Yep, prone to staring. Silent, mildly unnerving, staring. Effy ducked under the table and wound her way to a nearer table leg to look at him from behind.

Eventually, she shook her head again. Not lost. This was all very familiar to her. Maybe she wasn't to him just yet, but the tights and shorts combo, lots of little black bracelets, and the sculls and crossbones on that shirt of hers... There were many little clues he could put together eventually.

"I am always quiet," Raven said. Quietly.

"Why?" Rose asked. Loudly.

Joan wandered down to the common room to get herself some breakfast and blinked at all the kids.

Didn't they just do this? She eyed them warily, wondering if any of them were going to call her 'mom'.

Effy shook her head, fingers tightening around Pato. She could talk, and would if she absolutely had to. People were always trying to make her say things. Why'd everyone care that she was quiet?

Still, she was a little curious about this girl, and stepped closer, looking at the jewel with interest.

"Quiet kid," he said, giving her a bit of a closer look and trying to ignore that nagging feeling in the back of his mind. He wasn't dumb by any stretch of the imagination but something was picking at him about her. "You all right?"

He hadn't been lying when he'd said he'd done this before and, after getting some practice a few weeks ago, it was fresh in his mind.

"Where'd you come from?" he continued. "I don't think we've met before."

"The heart and mind must always be quiet and still," Raven explained. "Emotions are dangerous, and I cannot feel them."

It was tempting to smile at a face she recognized, but Raven made herself remain calm as she'd been taught. "Hello, Joan," she said.

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