Topic: A Sibling Arrives

[Xaver]

Xaver noticed she was still half-asleep and chuckled, patting her shoulder.
"Go back to sleep, if you want. You look exhausted."

[Ginny Weasly]

"No...I'm okay." She yawned again, and despite what she said, leaned sideways onto the arm of the couch.

[Xaver]

"Yeah, you are."
Xaver smirked, then pulled a blanket off the chair back and dropped it over her.

[Ginny Weasly]

"Right...I'm okay.."She murmmered, drifting in and out, even while she spoke.

[Xaver]

"Yep."
Xaver smiled at her, then turned and sat, his back against the couch, summoning the book back to his hands, opening it and staring at the spot the ripped out page would be. He began to concentrate, and was soon reading the words that would have been there.

[Ginny Weasly]

She fell back to sleep as he began reading, and murmmerd something softly, too low to understand.

[Xaver]

Xaver glanced at her as she stirred, smiled, then turned back and finished off the book. He set it to his side on the floor and slouched slightly, leaning his head back against the edge of the couch. He watched the ceiling for what seemed like hours, just thinking, never really bored, before he, too, fell asleep.

[Ginny Weasly]

Ginny opened her eyes, it was just beginng to be light outside. SHe blinked, and sat up, the cover falling off of her as she did so.

[Xaver]

The blanket happened to fall over Xaver's head, and he awoke with a start, squirming, falling over to his side to literally roll out of it. Xaver grinned up at her, sitting up, yawning slightly, throwing the blanket into a pile on the chair. He ran a hand through his hair, of which wasn't spiked anymore, but hanging and standing in various directions, but soft to the touch.
He yawned, and waved.

[Ginny Weasly]

"Sorry." She said, leaning over the couch and grinning.

[Xaver]

He returned the grin.
"No problem."
He yawned again, lazily, absently scratching his chin.

[Ginny Weasly]

She stood and stepped over him, streaching.

[Xaver]

Xaver smiled after her, picked up the book, and slowly walked over to the bookshelf, sticking it where he had found it.

[Ginny Weasly]

She walked to the window, and looked out, leaning against the sill.