As Avery flopped down on her bed, she couldn't help but wonder what her siblings were doing. By now she'd usually have noogied them all and finished off with a quick kiss on the forehead. The only one she had seen was Nate, and it wasn't as if she could give him the usual greeting at the time, despite the fact that he towered over her in size. It was a fortunate curse on Avery, she has developed her mother's body, and while that left her standing short (though not quite as short as Holly) it made her the perfect size for cuddling with even her youngest brother, Jake.<br/><br/>She knew that a visit to her siblings was due pretty quickly, but for now she settled with trying to wake herself up, throwing on her normal "jam session" music before she began dancing slowly around her room, gathering up random items and throwing them into her already packed trip bag to James Morrison's "You Make It Real." Her hands gathered her hair back into a ponytail as she moved her hips to the music still, before her voice joined in on the chorus. Avery would never have the musical talent Amanda did, nor the effortless grace Amy had, but at least she didn't look and sound like a half dead cat. Now all she could do was hope somebody didn't barge in.