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"THE LIFE AND LIES OF ELISE SINCALIR"
Elise Sinclair fidgets with the cap of a sharpie marker, while she waits for the light to turn red. It's an hour to eleven o'clock, but it's better safe than sorry. Her leg is bouncing up and down and the seconds seem to take forever. She tries so hard to be patient, and normally she is ( thank Helga for it, five-year-old brothers are annoying ) but this traffic light is taking forever. Fucking Helga, she thinks, why does everyone feel the need to go to Kings Cross on September 1st, why can't it just be the Hogwarts students? The lines would be a lot shorter, that's for sure.
But traffic is part of school starting again. Summer is over. Her summer had been relatively normal, except for all the hurricanes. There had been hurricanes all over the country forcing them to stay inside most of the summer. Yeah, maybe that's not the most normal thing ever but she doesn't know enough about meteorology to explain it.
"'Lise, play with me," Jackson says, holding up two toy cars with a hopeful expression on his face. "You can be the red car." And that means a lot because the red toy car is sacred to Jackson Sinclair. He never lets anyone touch it, ever. The last time Aunt Galinda tried, he has a three-hour meltdown and since he's six, he can get away with it.
"Of course I'll play," Elise says, ruffling his hair. "And don't worry, I'll write at least once a week." She pretends not to notice how he instantly relaxes.
"So will I, buddy," Chase says, looking up from 1001 Great Quidditch Saves. Why anyone would willingly go on a broomstick? Well, don't ask Elise. She barely scarped through flying class in her first year.
"My car is going to get yours," Jackson says, running it across the seat. "You'd better start driving away.
"Vroom," Elise says. "Please don't get me. I'm faster."
"You wish," Jackson jokes. "The blue car is faster." This time at least, normally it's the red car.
Elise lets him win three races and then, finally, they turn into the parking lot.
"Alright kiddos," their dad says. "Here we are."
"Can I unbuckle now," Jackson asks, his hands on his seatbelt eagerly.
"Once I park," Mason says, turning into a parking space. He parks the car and unlocks the doors. "Now you can unbuckle. Jackson, don't run into the street. Stay next to your mother. Elise and Chase, help me with your trunks."
Jackson's seatbelt is undone before anyone has the chance to blink and he, impatiently, waits for his older siblings to get out before being able to get outside himself having been seated in the middle. Elise nods and unbuckles her seat belt and meets her dad at the trunk of their car.
"Alright," their Dad says looking at the trunks and groaning, before slowly dragging it out of the back fo the car. "Let's do this."
At least this year, no one stubbed a toe. You gotta look on the bloody brightside.
