bubblywishes | ☆ Tenth Wish ☆

[It's early. Too early. Norma groans as the sunlight from outside hits her smack in the face, and she squeezes her eyes shut as she curls up in her bed, putting a pillow over her head to block the light. Ugh...no...not yet! Go away, sun, she still wants to sleep in for a few more hours! It's too early to get up on a Saturday morning. Yet, even at Norma's best, she cannot beat the blazing sun and grunts as she sits up in bed, grumbling and flinging the blankets off herself. Unknown to the young teenager, she actually left her journal on her bed last night, and the action of swinging her sheets off knocks the journal against the wall, having it fall open and immediately start recording. It's a shame she's still half asleep right now, too, otherwise she would have actually noticed that happening. Oh well.

Norma sniffs, climbing out of bed and scratching her untidy bedhead, looking properly frazzled after a long, wondrous night of sleep. If only she could still be within its majestic arms... Whatever, maybe she'll take a nap today, after lunch or something. As she contemplates such things, and heads toward the bathroom to wash up, she stops in front of her mirror, staring at her reflection.]

Mmh... [Shifting positions, Norma raises a brow and puffs out her lower lip.] Huuh...oooh... [And after taking a step closer to the mirror, she smooths down the front of her shirt, running her hands over her chest, watching her reflection and how her little breasts just barely peek out from the tightened material. Norma sighs, then lets the shirt go and grumbles angrily.]

Another year...and no progress at all. Come on, you guys! We're gonna have some serious issues here pretty soon. I mean, I feed you, I water you, I'm even talking to you right now! The least you could give me back is a few inches! I'm not talking G-Girl level, but get real! This [Yeah, she's pretty much grabbing her boobs right now, glaring at her reflection.] is not okay. You guys gotta get a move on, I mean it. I'm not gonna wait around forever. You've got til next year to grow at least three inches, got it? Three inches or we're over.

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They'll forget about it if I knock my fist over their big, fat heads, too...

[Grumble, grumble. Norma's only talking about a handful of people, but still. That small handful are the ones she's not exactly fond of in the slightest. Of course the ones she likes the least would be the ones that happen across her little "show". Ugh, damn this journal. It was so much better when books weren't magic and stuff.]

Whatever. What're you doing up so early, anyway? I mean, I know I'm usually the last one up most days, but this is early even for you, FenFen.

[Fenimore considered telling Norma about her own embarrassing journal story (she brought her journal into the bathroom and not noticed it when she was in the bath) and how people had forgotten about it, but she's certainly in no hurry to share it, so she'll take that change of subject.]

I didn't close my curtains right. There was a gap up at the top and, well...the sun took advantage of it.

Though, now that you mention it, what got to you? If it's early for me, that goes double for you.

[A wise choice, Fenimore, Norma would have never let you live such a day down. And she would be so upset to have not gotten a chance to see such a thing and laugh heartily. Thankfully, the change in topic does not bear down such a path, and instead Norma shrugs and thrusts a thumb in the general direction of her own window, where the sun is burning through a gap in her own curtains.]

I think we have the same problem. And believe me, I'd be back in bed right now if I weren't so riled up by what happened. [She sighs, and scratches the top of her head, resulting in even messier hair than before.] I need a hot bath to wind down...and something hot in my belly, too.

[Norma would need to be careful about not letting Fenimore live it down, since she now has proper ammunition herself. But, unaware of how close she came to not being allowed to live it down, she feels sympathy for Norma.]

I can handle breakfast this morning if you want to start on the bath. ...Just leave the journal behind when you do.

[She's joking about the last part (of course Norma would know better than to bring her journal with her right now), but her tone is dry enough that it might not be easy to tell.]

Thanks, FenFen, though I'm pretty sure the only place I'll be taking my journal with me today is the wood stove or the fireplace respectively.

[Oh, how she'd love to set the wicked creation on fire. As tempting as that sounds, it'd probably do nothing - the damn book always did seem to have a way of coming back and showing up after you. Probably another of the Malnosso's tricks or magic or whatever. Even so, a bath right now sounds awesome, even if her stomach gives a quiet grumble of complaint.]

I think I'll have that bath first, yeah. Work up an appetite there. Oooh, just make sure when i get out I have a big plate of breakfast waiting! I can definitely go for pancakes today!

[That would probably be a bad idea, but she assumes Norma's threats against her journal are not serious, so she'll just concentrate on the second part. She throws her hands up in mock exasperation.]

You're being so demanding. Is that really how you ask someone a favour? But I guess I can overlook it this once.

[Her tone is far from serious. After all, pancakes aren't exactly hard to make.]

Hey, I wasn't being demanding! [Not entirely, at least. Norma huffs, putting her hands on her hips.] I was just making an honest suggestion for breaskfast! Come on, you know Sophie'd totally jump for joy when she sees a big, floppy, drippy ol' pancake dropped onto her plate.

[That is Norma's logic, reasoning, and excuse all in one. She grins at her Ferines friend then bounces off toward the bathroom, calling over her shoulder as she goes.]

Make sure it's nice and fluffy, pleaaase!

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