Yeah, definitely a muggle. Ciaran shrugged his shoulders and looked down at the wand in Emilie's father's hand. "Accio."

The wand tremored and fought against the fingers wrapped around it, determined to return to its owner.

Handing it back would've been easier, but clearly that would've fucked with Mr Devlin's plans to go all Godfather on him, wouldn't it?

Fuck it, he wasn't taking shit like that.

"Emilie invited me in. I didn't disrespect her and I didn't disrespect you, but if people can only get into this place by your permission then maybe you shouldn't let your daughter have friends."

Ciaran tilted his chin up, looking down at Mr Devlin. "And I haven't broken the law."