fandomhighdorms | Fifth Floor Common Room [Sunday morning]

After so many requests for pancakes from her own children yesterday morning, Sookie figured that might be a theme for the weekend. And when she woke up, and Henry wasn't gone, at least, she'd run out to get a few supplies before returning to the common room to see what she could put together. (Though, of course, Henry had insisted on coming with her once he realized she was Going to the Store and he might Get Stuff.)

It clearly just wasn't her own children she was worried about, here, Drake/di Glacia/Stackhouse appetites aside. Sookie had bought enough things to make breakfast for pretty much any kids (and parents) who showed up. She was setting to work on the pancakes, but in other pans she was busily scrambling eggs and frying up some bacon. She'd also made a point to buy orange and apple juice and milk both chocolate and white, because there was no way in hell she was letting more of those kids just drink coffee. She didn't care if it was for a weekend, it was just irresponsible.

[open common room! come have breakfast!]

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"Flamingos hold grudges for a long time," Karla said, nodding. "They're fine now, but they still don't like me much."

She smiled at William's antics. "Why can't you do that when you go home?" Karla asked. "I know your Mommy has a reason, but do know why?"

"'Cause other people can't do it an' it's showing off, an' some people are mean," William said, explaining as much as he could understand. "I'm special. So it hasta be a secret 'til I'm bigger."

Scully had come down hard at any thoughts of scaring him. So that was entirely separate from her other warnings. "'Cept if there's stranger danger. Then I can throw things and run."

"Those are very good rules," Karla said, nodding. "Some people get scared of things they don't understand. And in your world, what you can do is something a lot of people don't understand. Your mommy is being pretty smart. Just like usual."

"My mommy is the smartest. Daddy says. And he knows lots of big words. Pleurothallis," William said solemnly, nibbling on his food. "That's a' orchid." He grinned at her. "Can you do magic too? Like the sparkly girl?"

"I can," Karla said with a grin. "I'm a witch." Belatedly, she remembered the kinds of stories that were told about witches in this world. "A very good witch. I don't ride on a broom or turn people into toads. But I can do lots of magic."

"Like what?" William asked, looking hopeful. "Do you sing? BIBBIDY BOBBIDY BOO!" He sang loudly. "Like a fairy godmother?"

Karla shook her head. "Usually I just gesture," she explained. "I don't even have to do that much but ~~I'm kind of a show-off~~ it's easier. See?"

And with a crook of her finger, she made several more pancakes fly off the stack Sookie had just laid them on and fly their way over to William's plate.

"Ooooo! I can do that, I can do that!" William claimed.

No, no he really couldn't, or shouldn't, anyway. The whole plate tried to move when he tried to gesture at it.

"Whoa, whoa, careful!" Karla said, pushing it back. "You need a little more practice first. Why don't I show you other things I can do instead." Maybe he'd be distracted and wouldn't want to send pancakes over the floor?

"Here," she said, creating a little ball of witchlight for him to play with. "You can have this for a little while."

"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh," William sighed in wonder, eyes huge as he reached for it. "Mine to play with? T'ank you," he said, slipping into a lisp he'd almost grown out of now, in sheer bedazzled awe.

"It won't last more than a few hours," Karla cautioned, giving the boy a smile. "But it's yours until it fades."

That just made William hug the shiny harder, if it was going to wear off and go away. "'S pretty," he sighed happily. "You're very very very nice! I'm telling my mommy."

Fifth Floor Common Room [Sunday morning]

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