The wizards on Floating City wanted to go down; the wizards beneath Floating City wanted to come up.
In Harris Castle, the gauze curtains by the window billowed in the wind.
Allen Harris's eldest daughter, Helena Ravenclaw, was holding her Younger Brother, Thursday Harris, gently lowering her head to feed him. The materialized Female Ghost watched the milk in the bottle rapidly decrease, while her Younger Brother's chubby cheeks puffed in and out like an adorable little squirrel. She held him even more carefully.
She looked up again at her younger sister, Wednesday, who was asleep at the moment, and the newly appointed eldest sister's heart filled with worry: What were these two little things who didn't understand anything supposed to do in the future... Such unreliable names would follow them for life. Just imagining her classmates calling her Wednesday over and over when she went to school made Helena's heart ache.
At that moment, Wednesday lay in the crib, waving her hands and kicking her feet. Holding her Younger Brother upright and patting out his burp, Helena glanced at the clock on the wall. It was already close to ten in the morning. She put the children back in the crib, then, in a rare show of emotion, quickened her steps over and yanked open the bed curtains, letting sunlight spill onto the bed.
Helena then pulled open the large bed that had been sealed off airtight by the bed curtains; that was exactly what had been set up to deal with situations like this, in hopes of sleeping a few more minutes.
However, Helena, who would normally have been a little dissatisfied because of this, was actually relieved today, because her parents were lying on the bed at this moment, on their sides facing each other with their