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The dawning of sunlight hit the half's face faster than desired, nor anticipated. Jazz threw her pillow at her little brother's face. Instinctively, the halfa shot up and stood up in a defensive stance. Realizing it was not a ghost, he relaxed. "Danny, come on! Aunt Molly wants us both up and downstairs for breakfast now," said Jazz. "Be glad I bolted the door before we went to bed. Ron forgot and he woke up to the sound of the house elf here named Kreacher." She threw another pillow at Danny. He groaned and tossed the pillows to the side. "All right! All right! I surrender!" Danny's gazed down at the ground, recalling the events of the previous day. "Sorry." The floor tiles had suddenly caught great interest from the halfa. "I'll... You go downstairs for breakfast. Just... Let me get dressed." Jazz nodded before she left the room. Over at the table, Jack was explaining how his Fenton Toaster worked to Uncle Arthur. "A toaster?" said Uncle Arthur. "I was under the impression it was a hand warmer. So it wasn't a malfunction when it started being scorching hot?" He fiddled a bit with the Fenton Toaster in his hands. Jack chuckled. "Nope! This baby is for heating up pieces of my Jack bread to turn into Jack toast! Too bad I can't give a demonstration. You need to plug it into an outlet for it to work, but we don't have an outlet here." "Yes, that is quite unfortunate," said Uncle Arthur. He glanced over his should to spot a red hair girl with a blue headband. "Jazz! You

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