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Rene awoke in the middle of the night, teeth chattering. She snuggled down into Jeane's waterbed to gain warmth, but was soon up again. Conan was sniffling and whimpering inside of his crip. The fallen angel crawled out of bed and brought the baby to the warmer bed.

The door to the bedroom opened moments later and a half frozen Luc was dragged in by Gwy. "Reeeenie, why is it so cold?" Gwy asked, puffing her breath. "I'm breathing steam!"

"S-s-s-s-snow!" Luc wailed. Rene scooched over to the window and peered out. It was indeed snowing outside. Rene sighed and climbed out of bed. She was quickly replaced by the two Arupan. Slipping her feet into a large pair of house slippers and tugging on a bathrobe, Rene opened the bedroom door.

"The furnace hasn't kicked on. I'll go and tell Bob." She said before closing the door. As she padded her way through the kitchen, she became aware of things staring in the windows. Things with large red eyes, things scratching the windows. She clutched the robe tighter to herself and nearly flew down the basement stairs.

"Bob!" She cried, running to his side of the basement. The figure buried under blankets didn't move. "Bob?" She shook him, gaining no response. Removing the blankets, she found him curled into the fetal position, a cobbwebby like material gathering on his closed eyes.

The scratching sound outside grew louder, and was joined by screams. The basement door creaked open and slammed shut as the two Arupan, Luc carying Conan, bounded down the stairs. "Scary Scary Scary!" Gwy wailed.

"Scry!" Conan agreed, clinging to the Snake, who pried him off of her hand handed him to Rene.

"Up." She commanded Bob. The man didn't answer. She bit him on the calf, to no response. ". . ." She blinked a few times before turning to the rest of the group. "We're all going to die, you know." She said seriously. "It appears that our beloved Uncle was keeping them away."

The room fell silent. Even the cries from outside stopped. "You... You can talk!" Gwy cried. Luc nodded.

"Never saw the point before. It's boring here." She said, then crawled on Bob's bed. One by one, each child followed her and snuggled up to their uncle. There was a loud crash upstairs, and heavy footsteps crossed the floor. The basement door was thrown open, and the footsteps crashed down the basement steps. All ducked under the blanket as the footsteps approached. But Conan, either being very brave or very curious, threw the blanket off of his head.

"Mommy!"

I'm trying to teach Conan more name words. Here's a cute little list of his pronouciations:

Rene: Weenie
Luc: Wook
Gwy: *Screech, and grabbing motions*
Bob: Unba
Jeane: Mommy!
Raekon: Wubbie

And some people from the HQ:

Korini: Korny
Manten: Matey
Seshomoru: I just got a look for sayiing this.
Rune: Woone
Tenshi: Tenny

The day was today!

I was sitting in the living room, watching cartoons on 26. Conan gave me this terribly dirty look, stood up on his pudgy little legs, and walked to the TV.

And promptly turned it to PBS.

Rene wondered how she got into these sort of messes. Really, she wasn't a bad person. She respected her elders, she behaved. But there she was, sitting on the loveseat in the living room and trying to hold Bob's arm on untill Jeane brought more bandages.

It had started out early in the morning. Rene was asleep on the couch, as Luc had ursurped her place on Jeane's water bed. Of course, the Snake was cold blooded, so the warmth was needed. And after Jeane brought down several blankets it was quite snug. She had fallen asleep and was resting peacefully when there was a soft knocking on the door. The knocking was followed by scratching, and a very hoarse voice calling for 'Lish to open the door.

Like a horse let out of the paddock Jeane flew out from upstairs. She unlocked the locks and threw open the front door, and Bob fell to the floor. Jeane gasped before trying to tug him up. Bob moaned.

"M'arm." He groaned. Jeane gasped.

"What did you do to yourself?"

"Dn't do it to m'self." He muttered. "R'member th't h'lf? The one tha' you liked, and you-"

"I remember him, Bob." Jeane said, pushing back his hair.

"Well, he ripped my arm near off."

There was a rustling as Jeane dragged her elder brother up and onto the loveseat, then she started out of the room. Rene sat up and stared at him. The man was in sorry shape; his left arm was hanging on by perhaps an inch of skin and meat, there were gouges over his chest. Bob looked at her and smiled.

"Hey." He called hoarsley. "Can you prop me off the couch?" Rene crawled to his side and held his back from the couch. There were two vertical rips along his back. "Thanks, kiddo." He closed his eyes and grimaced. "I'm all banged up. My arm..." Rene held Bob's arm to his body.

"You'll be fine." She said. Bob laughed.

" 'Course I will be. Jus' need to rest." His head fell back. Jeane entered the room a few moments later. She saw Rene and stopped, eyes widening. She took a deep breath before she returned to Bob's side.

"Sweetie, I need your help here." She said. Rene nodded.

"Just tell me what to do."

Between the two of them they bandaged the wounds and managed to tie the shoulder in place. Jeane shot a look at Rene. "I can't do this, okay?" She closed her eyes and placed both hands on Bob's shoulder. Her hands glowed for a moment, and Bob sighed in releif.

"Thanks, love." He murmured, gently caressing Jeane's face. "You're not like her. Not at all." Jeane held his hand.

"Good."

Conan's trying to adjust to having another baby in the house. He's doing well, but only because Bob's spending a lot of time with him. Draco's just a total time hog.

They got into their first fight yesterday. Draco was sitting in my lap, petting his hair and- WHAM! Conan pushed him out and craweld up.

Draco looked at me with tears in his eyes, then he started to snarl and all fingers burst into flame. I stood up and held Conan in one arm and swooped down and picked Draco up with the other. Conan was trying to slap Draco, and I got a few bad burns from his flamy fingers.

My best friend gave me back my infamous Sherlock Holmes book. Made in 1930, the year old Doyle died. Smells like... old book. Nice.

After I picked up the book, I stopped at the supermarket to get trinkets for Draco. He gets quite angry when Conan and I spend, oh, say, three hours reading books. The little trinkets that are only like a quarter a peice make him disapear to parts of my room and he never returns. It's mildly disturbing.

Co and I finished Hound of the Baskervilles, and I think we'll start on a study in Scarlet tomorow. It's great to have someone to read with.

I just realized that Conan's grown up so much since I first got him. He walks with strong little legs, instead of scooting around. He speaks very well, but with me constantly correcting his grammar, he should be able too.

And he reads. Sprites above, he reads. He's so wonderfull. It's like he's my own blood son. I couldn't love him any more, even if he was my blood son. He's my baby.