Endal had been trying to sleep. Unfortunately, for the past two hours there'd been (relatively) consistent noise coming from downstairs, and it wasn't like it was possible to fall back into his slumber any more. The effort needed to glance at the clock that stood on his night table was considerable. 11 am. Ugh. They just couldn't let me sleep happily until afternoon, could they? The wizard sat up in his bed, looking the part of a gloomy zombie awoken from a deep (try Mariana trench deep) sleep, complete with magnificient bed head.
As he was making his way downstairs from his room on the third floor, Endal wondered why the place had been livelier today than usual. Sure, the Mansion was always a chaotic place (maybe Cairne had messed around with something), but that didn't typically disturb his sleeping. The usual time for waking up was around 3 pm for Endal, and he was somewhat annoyed by the early disturbance.
After paying a visit to the bathroom, the first stop would be the kitchen. Endal found Himinn floating under the ceiling, so he grabbed her leg and pulled her back down. The Guardian of the Sky was quick to note Endal's lack of shirt, but the wizard was completely oblivious to the fact that he was wearing nothing more than his sleeping shorts (which was an accomplishment on it's own, Himinn supposed. Sometimes, not often, but on a rare occasion it did happen that Endal would forget to wear anything at all, although so far he'd discovered it before any of the female occupants of the Mansion would see.). Not that it mattered much to Endal, though (for the benefit of everyone else in the house, he did try to remember to wear clothes). He was hungry and grumpy after being woken by the noise, so he completely disregarded Airis and the ghost (poltergeist? something.) that were in his way and walked straight to the cabinet, pulled out a bowl, took a bag of corn flakes and a bottle of milk from the table and the refrigerator, respectively, and got to eating.
((No way am I going to miss out on this.))