"Ophie, get up! You're gonna be late!"
Ophelia blinked lightly. As she did, the radiant light peeking through the gaps in the curtain assaulted her eyes, forcing her to block it with her hand.
'It's that bright already?'
'I guess I was up late last night…'
Ophelia yawned and stretched, then looked over and stared into her older brother's deep brown eyes, and took note of his perfect hair that coiled just enough to keep it out of his eyes, but not too much that it stood straight up. Each curl was neatly defined with very little overall frizz.
The boy pleaded with Ophelia, panic painted in his expression:
"Hurry up! You know what happens to those late to the drawing!"
Ophelia leisurely craned her neck and addressed her brother.
"Yeah, yeah… get out so I can get dressed."
"Okay, but hurry!"
