Trapped in the Consequence of Time

Pancakes and curses - Al's POV

The best thing about having Lilly for a sister is that she can make some great pancakes. She also knows my favourite will get me out of bed even if I don't want to, like on the second day in Panem a long time in the future. I am not that much of a morning person and would have stayed curled up in my sleeping bag until about three in the afternoon if I could, everybody else had got up so I was the only person in Orion's room; I could hear a couple of the girls talking in the room next door and could feel the warm of the rays of sunlight coming in through the window on my face. I took a deep breath through my nose and froze halfway through the process of exhaling.

I could smell pancakes, and bacon, you can't forget the bacon. My mouth started watering at the thought of my pancakes with little crispy pieces of bacon and smothered in chocolate sauce and syrup. A little piece of heaven.

I crawled out of the sleeping bag and opened my eyes: I'm exactly like my dad, except maybe he's slightly more of a morning person, right down to the terrible eyesight. All I could see was a lot of blue. I patted the floor around me until I found my jumper and then pulled out my contact lenses. The action reminded me of what James had said the other day when we crash landed.

"I'll go find her are you okay? Good. You find your glasses while I look for little sister."

He had then looked around in a daze, obviously scared about what he was going to find, I could tell that while not that many other people could, I hadn't been wearing my glasses for a year and he didn't notice that I still wasn't wearing then when we met up later. He also didn't go running to find Lilly. Despite how annoying he was I hoped he felt better today than he did yesterday.

By the time I had put my left contact in Rye walked into the room, he stared at me for a second in surprise.

"What's that?" He asked.

"They're my contact lenses." I replied.

"Your what?" I laughed, everything else I had seen so far was more advanced than back home even by muggle standards, which I have to admit are sometimes a lot more advanced than their wizarding versions, if they weren't more advanced they were of about the same level. The idea that in three hundred and a bit years they won't have contact lenses is so strange that I have to laugh. It really brings home how far I am away from, well, home.

"They're a type of glasses that you put on your eye so you don't have to worry about the frame and things. It also makes you look better." I explained. Rye nodded, still looking confused and then walked over to where his sleeping bag was and pulled out a hoodie as I put in my other contact.

"Your sisters cooking breakfast by the way." He said as I got to my feet.

"Why do you think I'm getting up?" I followed him downstairs into the lounge where Rose was talking to Orion as they flicked through a massive pile of books; Hugo was explaining Quidditch to Coral sending a glance to James and Willow every few seconds, they were sitting in the corner of the room obviously flirting but James seemed to be having a harder time at it than usual for some reason, which was a little scary because his flirting skills are perfect and he was as flawless as usual yesterday.

"I'm going to go and get some breakfast." Rye said next to me in a strangled voice, staring at Willow and James as well.

"I think I'll join you." I said and we walked to the kitchen where we met Scorpius at the bottom of the stairs.

"Don't go in the sitting room." He warned.

"Too late." Rye told him.

"That's annoying; anyway Lilly's pancakes are scrumpalicious." He grinned at me and walked up the stairs, I glanced at Rye.