[center][img]https://i.imgur.com/6Z0iiEt.png[/img][/center]

[color=FFD700]Time:[/color]Dusk
[color=B72F68]Location:[/color] Leblanc House

Felix had hustled back to his cousins’ house as fast as he could, only stopping once he reached the driveway. He paused and rummaged through his satchel for his keys. Well, that’s what it appeared like to nosey Mrs. Hatch across the street - he’d seen her curtains twitch. His eyes were actually closed as he focused on the wards he’d placed around the house. They were fine. No signs of anything untoward, although he’d check his ‘log’ once inside. He breathed a sigh of relief and grabbed his keys from his back pocket to quickly bustle into the house. 

[color=FFD700]“VEEEEEEEEE!”[/color] His shout echoed around the large house. 

[color=FFD700]“Did you get my message?”[/color] He dumped his bag and keys on the sideboard and quickly unlocked his spell on the drawer below muttering [color=FFD700]“Aperi.”[/color] He slipped out a normal looking logbook that wouldn’t look out of place in any waiting room and ran his finger down the column with today’s date. Only him, his cousins, the postman, and some standard message spells had passed over their boundary today. Felix was proud of the enchantment on the book - a bastardized form of cogitation scriba, woven with an identification spell and linked to his cingo terminus that kept a log of all movement in and out of the house. His finger had smudged the fresh ink on the newly added time of his return and left him sucking the ink off his finger as he replaced the logbook in the drawer with a spoken spell [color=FFD700]“sera.”[/color]


Violet glanced up as she finished putting the chicken parms in the oven. Felix was home and he was shouting like a neanderthal across the house. She smirked, rolling her eyes. He had a way of announcing his arrival. She then whispered under her breath, [color=B72F68] “Inde rem hanc adducite.” [/color]. A cup of steaming tea appeared in her hands, which she supported on her palm while holding the handle of the mug with her other hand. She then moved into the foyer as he was putting the logbook back in its draw, her voice soft and mellow as she spoke, [color=B72F68]” Hello, dear. I did get your message. I was hoping you could spill the tea on our new friend in town. “[/color] She gently set the cup in his hand with a smile.[color=B72F68]”Dinner’s almost ready. I hope you like Italian.”[/color]

Her cousin’s shoulder visibly relaxed as the tea was thrust into his hands and he followed her into the kitchen. Violet made a great cuppa but he was never fully certain of what she added to it… Nevertheless, he sipped gratefully as he explained what he’d seen.[color=FFD700] “He must be the oldest warlock I’ve ever encountered. I caught a glimpse of original Latin in his writing before the spell took over so he could even be from before Judas.”[/color]
 He closed just eyes and nestled closer to the steam from his cup.[color=FFD700] “But it was mostly the way he looked at me. It was a hard, piercing stare.”[/color] Mind still tired from his workweek, he turned to look at his younger cousin.[color=FFD700] “I’ll let the coven know but I really can’t be bothered with anything else this evening.”[/color] He took another deep gulp of tea. Seriously, what does she put in this? [color=FFD700]“Are we still going out?”[/color]

[color=B72F68]“Sounds like he’s powerful. We must let them know as soon as possible in case he doesn’t have our best interests in mind.”[/color] Violet replied to him as she was taking the chicken parm out of the oven. She began to make plates out, putting the pasta as the side. [color=B72F68]” We can still go out. I think Rose is on her way home as we speak so maybe she can join us. Anywhere in particular in mind?”[/color] She asked. The plate for her father she wrapped up for him to enjoy upon arriving home, the same for Rose’s. She placed Felix’s plate in front of him to decide if he wanted to eat it now.  She began to eat hers nonetheless.

Taking out her phone, she then examined her texts. Giggling at the first one, she responded:

[i][color=B72F68]” In that case, I’ll have to come in your next shift to hear some. Get home safe![/color][/i]

Felix dove onto the plate as Violet spoke, his recent pastry and encounter done nothing to curb his appetite. Anyway, he needed to line his stomach. [color=FFD700]“Okay,”[/color] he managed to mumble between mouthfuls, [color=FFD700]“I’ll send a message to BR then and jump in the shower.”[/color] He scooped up his plate, and with a quick peck on his cousin’s cheek, he leaped up the stairs, only to quickly scurry halfway back down. [color=FFD700]“Thanks for dinner!”[/color] he shouted back into the kitchen, where at his behest the utensils started to wash themselves and his shoulder bag floated back up the stairs behind him. 

30 minutes later an ephemeral barn owl had taken flight from Felix’s bedroom window, his plants were watered and he himself was showered and changed. He hadn’t even flirted with anyone since moving to Ember Grove over 6 months ago, but tonight that was going to change. Hopefully. Maybe. We’ll see.