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IMOGEN WAKES UP TO THE MOON LIGHTING UP HER ROOM and the smell of steamed rice and baked fish tickling her nostrils, making her mouth salivate. She opens her eyes, trying to blink the sleep away, to no avail. She cannot believe Clara's dad convinced her dad that camping in the middle of nowhere in a place filled with mud just to watch some Quidditch match was a good idea, the man doesn't even know what Quidditch is!
But what's done is done, so here she is waking up at the arse crack of dawn to get ready to meet up the Prunet's so they can head to the Quidditch World Cup together. After debating with herself on whether in was a good idea to jump off her window and just run for it, she decides to get dressed and get out of bed to go after the exquisite smell which was the reason she woke up.
"Morning, dad," she greets her father with a kiss on the cheek before sitting on the kitchen table. Her dad stands in front of the stove, cooking up the traditional Japanese breakfast he usually whips up whenever they're together during her time away from Hogwarts: steamed rice (a basic), baked fish (salmon, her favourite, mainly because it doesn't smell as much as any other fish), miso and soup and hard-boiled eggs.
"Morning darling," her dad greets back, joining her at the table, ruffling her hair, to which she swats his hand away, sticking her tongue out at him. "Is that what you're wearing?"
