Yuugi rolled over, inhaled sharply, then released his breath, and a deep peaceful rumble, from his chest. Grandpa Solomon smiled at the youth, trying to get past the fact that his grandson could purr. The old man had recently taken up his nightly watch, knowing in his heart that his grandson was nearly at the age when he would outgrow his childhood. The boy shifted in his sleep again, his happy expression darkening for a moment before reinstating itself. When purring once more filled the room, Grandpa took his leave. The boy would call out if anything happened between now and dawn.

He opened his eyes slowly, and then gazed up in annoyance.

"Thanks for the wakeup call."

"Any time." Yami stated with a grin, sitting up. Yuugi giggled, and then shoved the larger youth off him. Ignoring his bipolar meds for the fifth time this week, he made to get dressed. However, Yami stopped him.

"What?" Yuugi asked gently, arching his neck as Yami nuzzled him gently.

"You really should make a better habit of taking those meds."

"I don't want you to disappear, are you kidding me?" Yuugi smiled up at his other. Yami smiled back, touched. Yuugi could see clearly through Yami's star-spotted chest to the poster on the far side; he knew Yami was a figment of his imagination. However, he refused to listen to that nagging side of his head. Yami was… special. Besides, the taller version of himself still carried the stolen first kiss of the 11-year-old.

"Yuugi, stop talking to yourself and come eat breakfast. You have mail!" Grandpa stated from the bottom of the stairs. Yuugi peered out the door.

"Alright, I'll be right down." The youth retreated into his room to change. Yami closed his eyes delicately, respecting his other's privacy. However, he peeked through his lashes once Yuugi had jeans on, and allowed himself to eye up his Aibou's lean torso. The youth wasn't built yet, but he would be extremely handsome once he added a couple years to his list.

The stair rail kept the excitable pre-teen from falling, barely. Grandpa Solomon raised his brows at the 11-year-old's excitement. "The letter is by your plate. You take your pills?"

"Yes Grandpa." Yuugi lied skillfully. The old man studied the lad for a moment before concurring and allowing the child to pass to the dinner table. The pair sat down together, with the younger barely containing his energy, and the elder watched curiously, as his grandson opened the thick parchment envelope while chewing his breakfast thoroughly.

Emerald ink glittered in the morning sunlight, causing Yuugi to squint slightly to read;

Dear Mr. Mutou,

We are pleased to inform you that you have a place at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Please find enclosed list of necessary books and equipment.

Term begins on 1 September. We await your owl no later than 31 July.

how was that? i own nothing, and i say so on the descrippy thing. JSYK. ;3

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