Thomas's eyes narrowed and his jaw set into a scowl that Emilie recognized as quite similar to her own.

As if things couldn't get any worse. Emilie realized she didn't know Ciaran well enough to know if he wasn't about to actually do something intensely stupid. She knew her dad well enough to know that, yes, he probably was. As soon as the wand touched Ciaran's hand, Emilie's own wand was drawn.

She hadn't even noticed the footsteps thundering down the hall before her mother's voice rang out from behind her.

"Just what the hell do you think you are all doing?" Samantha Devlin commanded from the doorway, her blonde hair whipping into her eyes from the momentum of the hallway run.

Fucking great, the queen bitch has arrived.