Post by harper io weasley on Sept 18, 2018 22:00:59 GMT -7
Even though the clock on her laptop indicated that it was three in the afternoon, Harper had just woken up, her brain still not fully understanding that she had slept close to fifteen hours. The only thing worse than oversleeping was waking up from a nap and feeling the weight of exhaustion and reality crashing down at the same time. Naps only managed to push everything back and end up making them much worse than they had been previously. They weren’t worth the few minutes of disjointed dreams that they typically brought. Her problem with oversleeping was similar to that, but her body took most of the impact. It ached from lazily drifting in and out of sleep during the late morning and early afternoon, finally getting out of bed only because she heard her dad yell up the stairs that he would be gone until later that evening, her mum apparently having gone into work despite it being a Saturday.
The futile attempts to wake up ended with her perched on one of the chairs at the kitchen counter, her laptop stationed just far enough away that she could lay her head down on the granite countertop if she wanted to. The cool of the stone was somehow refreshing and Harper had half a mind to prop a few of the windows open just to get more of it. The only problem was that it was the first weekend in November, and the temperature had dipped considerably over the last few months. Halloween night, when she had traveled to Hogwarts on her bike, should have been an indication of what was to come. So instead of wrenching the windows open, Harper alternated each side of her face back and force on the counter, holding her cheek still until the heat of her body convected to the stone. It meant having to rotate her laptop around each time she had to switch to the other side, but it wasn’t like what she was doing was super important. The work was idealistic at best, and the possibility of it ever coming true was slim.
At least while she was still under her parents’ roof. The window pulled up had rows of dogs and puppies up for adoption in the local shelters. Harper knew that an animal with fur and Ondina could never coexist in the same living space and her parents wouldn’t allow it either. That didn’t mean she wasn’t allowed to look though. She liked the big ones – the German Shepherds, Mastiffs, Saint Bernards – that were larger than she was and definitely weighed more than her as well. In her experience they were always the sweetest animals, and she felt like she deserved something nice in her life after having to deal with her sister over the last six months. The reality of getting a dog meant moving out of the house, and Harper had prepared that part as well, a local listing site pulled up on a separate window behind the one with the dogs on it. She preferred looking at the puppies though.