[h2]Kyle & Siobhan Shenanigans[/h2]

With the portkey clutched in his hand Kyle found Siobhan. “How was last night?” He spoke quietly as if he were in a library, or people were listening. Knowing Kyle it was a mix of the two. Too many hours spent whispering in a library, and too much worrying about being overheard on private conversations. He spun the old boot, it looked like it might have been a good quality leather boot 50 years ago, now the tongue was gone, and none of the eyelets for the lace were left.

“Oh, you know, same old same old,” Siobhan said breezily. Tiredness shone through on her face, in the set of her brows and the sleep still in her eyes. “I didn’t kill any bunnies, so that’s good, and the dragons didn’t get startled by the howling. All in all, 5/10, no murders.”

She tilted her head to the side inquisitively. “Was your last night as eventful as mine?”

“No, mostly packing. Victor actually said some kind words before I left, so that happened.” Kyle’s smile dropped a little. His cousin was known for saying precious little. The first night Kyle moved into his house the only word Victor said was “fine”. “Though I think he expects I plan on having a place to live after this.” Kyle held up the boot and wiggled it slightly. “I mean he won’t kick me out on the streets, but if I know him he’ll want me on my own as soon as possible.” Kyle gave a small shrug. “Was anyone else meeting us here?” 

“I don’t think so,” Siobhan answered. “I imagine Darren’s in Wales, and Elise and Mary in London, and I’m guessing that everyone else is down South somewhere too.” She flipped her hair back and muttered theatrically something that sounded like, ‘[i]The English[/i]’, with a disparaging sigh following shortly thereafter. Kyle nodded, that all made sense. It was a small group, which he was thankful for. He resisted letting a grin spread across his face at Siobhan’s sigh.

“You’re welcome to stay on the reserve, though, if you need a place to stay.” Forceful nonchalance had her inspecting her fingernails, looking for signs of blood. “Like, you know, not in the [i]dragon[/i] bit, but there’s plenty of spare rooms.”

Kyle’s shoulders relaxed a tad bit. “I appreciate that. I’ll let you know if that ends up being the case. Uh, would...” Kyle trailed off, his frown returning to it’s usual state causing early worry lines. “You know would he have an issue with that?” The past was a painful and murky one, and this part of it was uncomfortable territory for Kyle. 

A very serious nod of understanding followed. “Nope! Not at all. I doubt it,” Siobhan lied cheerfully, because really, the rumours about Alistair’s (lack of) coping post-Maggie McCarthy were mostly true. “And if he does, well, the house is technically mine, so there’s not much he can do about it. Or… I’ll shred his pillows during the full moon.” An actual honest to god smile spread across Kyle’s face, which was as close to a laugh as Kyle ever really got. 
Kyle looked at his watch, a complicated mess of planets moving across the face of it. “Should be any minute now.” He said as he slid the watch back into his pocket. It had been a gift from his cousin as was tradition at the age of 17.