this clock never seemed so alive

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birdie

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Coffee.

As much as he hated addictive substances, he could find no reason to hate coffee. It was an absolutely amazing thing, really. It was so early in the morning, and he was so tired… really he didn’t like to depend on things to wake him up, put him to sleep, or anything else, but he was well over two centuries old by now – surely it wouldn’t hurt to do it once in a while. It wasn’t like it was going to kill him, now was it? Sabriel managed a half hearted laugh at the idea before sighing as he walked into the cafeteria. School food wasn’t his favorite invention, but it would work and really right now he didn’t care. He just wanted a darn cup of coffee.

He glanced around, feeling strangely awkward for a moment which caused him to shift his weight between his feet. Sabriel’s eyes darted between the walls, seemingly empty now. Breakfast had already been served and had already been cleaned up as well, which wasn’t really a surprise. He had woken up late, though he usually ate on time with everyone else. He was entitled to one day, though. It was just one day.

In due time he had his coffee. As soon as it was in his hands he proceeded to sit down at one of the various empty tables, yawning quietly and stretching his shoulders. Sabriel sipped at the liquid, swallowing it quickly because of how hot it was. “I always forget that part,” he muttered, sighing in an annoyed fashion. He waited for his mouth and throat to cool down before taking another sip, albeit he couldn’t very well taste it now because he had gone ahead and sufficiently burned himself.
 
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Sadie Mahoney

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  • Sadie was late for breakfast. She'd been up late finishing a sketch of the view from her bedroom window, meaning it was much later than she'd intended when she finally crawled into bed. Of course, that meant that she was late waking up, and even though she'd rushed to do her make-up, it had still taken her much too long. However, being a teacher, she had special privileges around the school.

    She sat down at a table where someone else was sitting, a plate of bacon, eggs, and toast in one hand and a crossword puzzle and a pen in the other. Looking at the man — well, boy, really — sitting at the table, she realized who it was. She didn't know Sabriel Phyero other than by name and reputation. He was someone worth knowing, from what she'd heard, but that didn't mean she was going to get to know him. She had trouble talking to people she didn't know well.

    Sadie looked down at the crossword puzzle, her pen in hand. Reaching up, she tucked a lock of shiny blond hair behind her ear. "E. A Perry poem, five letters..." She muttered without even realizing it.[/list:u]
 
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As someone sat down at the same table, Sabriel glanced up slightly from his coffee, stifling a yawn. An eyebrow lifted weakly as he looked at her out of the corner of his eye, trying to be discreet so it didn’t seem that he was invading any of her privacy. She seemed young; then again, everyone here was young compared to him.

This time he didn’t bother stifling the yawn. Again Sabriel picked up his coffee and took a drink from it, this one longer than the last few. She was mumbling, for whatever reason, which again sparked his interest. He turned to look at her, this time not trying to hide it at all.

“I think that’s a misprint,” he said, his voice cracking slightly from both the coffee burning him and from how tired he was. “Perry didn’t have any five letter poems… I don’t think.” Sabriel lifted his right hand and brought it through his hair, shrugging. He didn’t know much about poetry, but he at least knew that that clue didn’t sound entirely right to him.
 
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Sadie Mahoney

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Sadie looked over at Sabriel when he spoke. When her mind had fully registered his statement, she looked at the question again. "Oh, you're right. It says eight letters." She quickly wrote in an answer. "Thanks."

She wondered whether or not she should say anything else. With the hook of her index finger, she pushed her hair behind her ears, even though it already was pushed back. "I'm Sadie Mahoney," She said finally, figuring it couldn't hurt to be polite. She pushed back her hair again. It wasn't because it bothered her, it was simply a habit of hers, one that increased when she was nervous or talking to someone she didn't know well...or both.
 
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