!Being Remade!

Magic and Cooking Lessons

I woke up to a loud thud, and there was a small gasp too. I didn't have any kind of dream, again. I mean I wasn't complaining I actually liked it since it was getting boring in the void dream.

I opened my eyes to see Dad rushing over to the kitchen. I already knew what happened since it happens too often. Father always falls or hits his head whenever he gets up in the morning for his coffee.

Dennis was still asleep and I didn't want to wake him up so I didn't get up. After a couple of seconds, I heard my Father curse, it was in Norwegian though since that was his first language.

Then I heard Dad mumbling to him. "Tor, if you keep getting hurt like this you're gonna die before Shadow even gets married." He mumbled.

"Well, it isn't my fault that the potion made me like this, Petter." Father retorted. They only use their first names if they are in a fight or. they are scared.

I heard Father curse again and I saw Dad  getting the broom from the closet. What happened that needed the broom? Father came back over and sat back down, he had his left arm sleeve rolled up with a gauze over it. He tried to get his sleeve down without it hurting, and whenever he moved his sleeve he winced.

I heard the garbage can opening and glass clattering. I looked over the couch and I saw Dad throwing broken glass into the garbage. He came back with a cup of coffee, but it was in a plastic cup.

Dad handed Father the cup and he thanked him. Dad sat next to Father hugging him and kissed his cheek. Father smiled and put the cup on the coffee table then hugged him back. I smiled.

I yawned slightly as I stretched my arms out like a cat, first I purr like a cat now I stretch like one. I think I'm turning into one, maybe Dennis likes cats.

Dad looked over at me smiling. "Goodmorning sweetie." He said softly and happily.

I smiled and saw Dennis starting to wake up slowly. "Goodmorning Dad, Father. And Father what happened in the kitchen?" I asked a bit concerned.

Father sighed and chuckled slightly. "I dropped a cup I made and fell and my arm landed in the glass." He explained raising his arm slightly.

I nodded and he put his arm back down. Father has been the complete definition of accident-prone since they created the wrong potion and he took it. We are still looking for a cure in our books.

Dennis yawned quietly and looked around. Everyone said our good mornings again and then I got up to make breakfast after we all talked.

Dennis followed me as my parents took the opportunity to kiss. I started to go through all the cabinets before realizing I had no idea what I should make. Dennis must have noticed this and giggled.

"Is it ok if I cook breakfast?" He asked like an innocent child.

I nodded. "Sure, but I'm going to help you cook it." I wrapped my arms around him.

He giggled again and hugged me."YAY!" He cheered. "Then I can also teach you how to cook it too!" He exclaimed happily.

I smiled and kissed him. When he started to go through the cabinets getting out the ingredients as I got out the pots and pans he said we needed.

We started cooking and he taught me each step like a professional teacher. He was kind and sweet, and if I got something wrong he went through it with me until I got it. This got me thinking about what his major in college was. It was a break so no wonder he stayed with me without going there.

After we were done he placed the dish in the middle of the table. He said we cooked Irish Soda Bread. Dad and Father came into the kitchen and we started eating while talking.