From: cantspell	Date: January 16th, 2011 12:57 am (UTC)		(Link)

Busted.

Even though he'd phrased it in a polite way, Ciaran was well aware that what Emilie's dad had actually meant was more along the lines of get out or I will drag you out.

And as much as he would've liked to stay as far away from Emilie's dad as possible, he knew that compliance was a far lesser evil than rebellion when it concerned a girl's dad.

Ciaran opened the closet door and stepped into Emilie's room again. He glanced briefly at Emilie...who was blonde now, before turning his attention to her father. "Hello...sir."

	From: babalon	Date: January 16th, 2011 11:19 pm (UTC)		(Link)

"Nice of you to finally join us," Her father replied, still grinning; though that grin seemed anything but friendly.

Emilie watched their interaction cautiously. "Dad, leave him alone."

"Now, Emilie. We're just talking." Thomas crossed the room, eyeing Ciaran as he got closer. The teenager had a few inches on him as far as height was concerned, but Thomas Devlin was not a small man. Older he may have been, but he wasn't frail.

"Thomas Devlin," He introduced himself, offering his free hand to shake. In the other, Ciaran's wand remained balled up in his fist like an unsheathed knife, the tip pointed at the ceiling.

"What's your name, son?"

	From: cantspell	Date: January 16th, 2011 11:41 pm (UTC)		(Link)

They were just talking, were they? Well that was news to Ciaran. He was sure he'd just been ordered out of a closet and was now being forced into conversation by a man looked like he'd much prefer to strangle Ciaran than have a little chat.

At least he had societal convention on his side. For now.

"Ciaran Stoyanov," he replied shaking the man's hand. Ciaran's eyes flicked across to Thomas' other hand. That...was his wand. His brow creased just slightly at the way the older man was holding it. That wasn't how a wizard gripped a wand, either his own or someone else's. Even if you wanted to hex someone into the ground, that was...that was all wrong.

Emilie's dad was a muggle then? Hopefully he woudln't damage it; muggles could be pretty hamfisted with magical items.

"I was looking for that," Ciaran said. "It must've fallen out of my pocket."

	From: babalon	Date: January 17th, 2011 12:57 am (UTC)		(Link)

"Oh this?" Thomas asked, holding the wand to the side to take a better look at it, though he only glanced at it for a moment.

"How rude of me." His smile dropped, and he made no move to return the wand to its rightful owner. " I suppose you'll be wanting it back then? ...But you see, Ciaran. I'm not so sure I can do that."

"Dad," Emilie protested again, but Thomas spoke over her.

"By coming into my home unannounced-- without my permission, you have disrespected me, you have disrespected my daughter, and you have broken the law. Why should I extend common courtesy when you refuse to do the same?"

	From: cantspell	Date: January 17th, 2011 01:48 am (UTC)		(Link)

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."

	From: babalon	Date: January 17th, 2011 02:44 am (UTC)		(Link)

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.

	From: cantspell	Date: January 17th, 2011 03:10 am (UTC)		(Link)

Ciaran turned to face the person who'd spoken and...woah. That was Emilie's mother?! She was...well...Ciaran's mother certainly didn't look like that. Not that he'd really want her to because that would be weird, but...fuck. She had to have been a teenager when she had Emilie; either that or she was aging really, really well.

He slipped his wand into his back pocket. Not ideal, but he could move it again later. The main objective was to not look like he was about to use magic on a muggle...which he wasn't...but maybe it didn't look that way to an outsider.

"I...think I was just leaving," Ciaran muttered, shoving his hands into his pockets.