M i c a h ღ R a n d a l l ! ❥ And when we fall, we will fall together ❤
❥ No one will catch us so we'll catch ourselves ❤
❥ And where we roam, we will roam forever ❤
❥ No one will understand what we meant ❤"I," Clara declared, as was her wont, "am coming with you."
Micah blinked down at her for a moment, then glanced up at his mother, stepfather and Penelope before bursting into laughter and hugging Clara, momentarily abandoning his trolly. "By the time you're ready to go to my school, Clara," he informed her, pulling away to tug at her blonde pigtails (which, inevitably, made her mewl and stomp her foot) "I'll be out on my own. No more school. Fancy it- you'll be there all on your own, free to gawk at all the pretty Gryffindor boys you'd like." His smile went from brotherly to mischievous in a split second; he poked her belly (which, inevitably, made her whine) and went on to say, "I bet Aaron Waters is going to be a Gryffindor."
Well. He didn't so much say it as sing it. He knew exactly what would get the reactions he wanted out of his sisters- rather, half sisters, really, though he regarded them simply as sisters-
