"Roxy?" Fred stood in the threshold of his sister's bedroom, watching as she read Witch Weekly from her sprawled out position on the beanbag chairs she'd collected as a child.
She didn't bother glancing up, "Hmm?"
"You planning on leaving your room today?" Fred asked timidly. He wished he knew why she'd refused to leave her room for the past four days, but their mother had insisted he not pester her.
"Nope," came her calm reply.
"But, Rox—"
Her temper flared, "Either lie down and stay quiet or get out, Fred."
Fred heaved a sigh. "Well, move over then."