Jack tried to bite back a smile. The poor fellow didn't realize how exhausted he looked - he was almost swaying on the spot, blinking at her. It was obvious the gears were working, but nothing seemed to be getting through. She was sure Albus didn't realize just how taxing the whole night had really been on him. And she was absolutely certain that he had not thought through the possibility of even attempting apparation in his current state. He really only had one option.
And he finally saw it. She smiled triumphantly and took the jacket from him, briefly shaking the rain off. She looked back up at him to instruct him that the couch folded out and that there were linens in the cupboard when-
"Or the floor. That works too."
She flicked her wand and a blanket floated from the closet and curled itself around her guest. She pulled a cushion off the couch and carefully lifted his head, placing the pillow under his head. She straightened up and shook her head. "You too, dufus."
And she turned out the light and left him to sleep away the troubles of the night.
- - -
At six o'clock, a large gong sounded from Jack Dyllan's room.
"
AHHH!"
A hissed voice responded, "Sunny, I told you, it's just my alarm clock!"
"I know. I just like to yell."
Jack stumbled out of bed, fishing for her clothes for work - and since work was Quidditch practice, she donned her Falcons shorts and a baggy grey shirt. She pointed a wand at her hair, flattening it a bit as she stumbled downstairs, yawning the whole way. Incidentally, her yawns sounded like mini lion roars.
She was yanking out pots and pans when Sunny came thundering downstairs, clad in another strange outfit - a tutu, overalls, and a hard helmet today. All of Jack's pets followed the six year old, adding to the noise. (That was a spectral dog, a cursing ferret, and an enchanted ottoman.)
Jack began cooking some bacon and eggs, while Sunny sat herself at the table.
"Where'd your friend go?"
"He's in the guest room."
"He is! Can I go wake him up? Is he going to live with us? Does he like ostriches? Because he can't live here if they aren't at least his third favorite animal. I'd better go ask-"
"Sunny. Lower your voice."
"But it's my house. Not his. If he didn't want to hear me, he should have got his own house."
Jack grinned. "Perhaps your right, Sunny. I forgot that your the ruler of this small island."
Sunny crossed her arms proudly and nodded. "You bet I am."