Without another word from the both of them, Elanor grabbed her favorite blanket and quietly walked downstairs, while the boy went back to bed. Now, Elanor was the first one awake this morning. Yes, even before the house maids. She would get a little morning snack, and with her blanket she would bundle into a little nook, and look out the window, longing for her mother to take her back home.

And not a moment later she would get quite the scare. And what was it that got her scared, you might ask? Why it was her roommate! Of course, like most children at this age, retaliation was a must. And I suppose that the boy never went back to bed either, no it was all a trick. And Elanor learned that the hard way.

The boy fell down laughing, crying as well. Elanor was not amused. "And what was that for?" she would ask. "For pushing me off my bed this morning" He had replied. And for the next few minutes they sat there, eyeing each other.