As far as mornings go, they were never Nonna's favorite part of the day. This one in particular won the hate contest though. The whole night and in fact the day before. It started all wrong. She didn't want to go to any museum, but school apparently had different plans. Not paying attention, she lagged behind the group when a set of colorful gems somehow caught her eye and she got lost. One annoying scolding from a teacher later, she was sleeping and having the strangest of dreams. Nonna couldn't remember any of it, but knew it wasn't pleasant.

And right now, she was siting at the table, sipping a smoking tea - the only thing that could actually wake her up - holding it with a hand that had a strange gauntlet glued to it Nonna didn't remember putting there. The world was just strange today. As the hot drink flown down her throat, and Nonna's mind started working, she noticed what was off. Pointing a finger to the window with a quizzical face,s he stared at the calendar hanging on the wall. "Yes, dear, it is June and it [i]is[/i] snowing." said an elderly voice behind her. By now, 'Grandpa' was well used to her silence, not that Nonna would talk much in the morning even if she was the most talkative person.

"You should hurry up, or you'll be late. And you know getting lost in the museum is enough trouble to cause for one week." he reminded her. Nonna blushed slightly. She intended not to tell Grandpa about her little faux pas, but one of the teachers was probably in the sharing mood yesterday and called. Grandpa's chuckle as he saw her cheeks redden assured her he didn't make much of it, putting her at ease. With a long swig she emptied her mug and went to her room to dig some warm clothes from the closet. As soon as she found her favorite jacket with fur lining and traded a skirt for pants, she grabbed her bag and left for school, running to make up for the lost time.